The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
As it finally came out, Rich felt relieved that the secrecy could cease. He wasn't very good at it so now that they could talk shop, his shoulders relaxed. He light leaned onto the table, feeling much better and gave a legitimate smile.
"Fair enough, I'm sorry or how awkward this was. You know how it is. People....just don't always understand until they live it you know? Having to hide who you are just so others don't feel insecure. I don't know if you know what I am talking about, but never mind that. I am a vigilante in this city. My powers are tech organic physiology, so strength and durability essentially. I need a suit that can keep up with that. I'm not very fast but mobility still has importance to me. But I would also like to not have to be naked during a fight. I am not sure what you might have in the back, but anything is probably better than just the cotton fabric from before."
Rich was so glad he had found the right place otherwise this could have went south very quickly. Now he was just wondering what this guy could actually do. If he had access to hero level materials then Charger would certainly interested the man's skill.
"And how customizable can we be here? Is color an option?"
Her smile was infectious and it spread to him. To be honest, he felt like an utter doofus smiling back. It wasn't necessarily voluntary, but it was weird how she just somehow hit the right chords to make his happy come out. Rich wanted to investigate further, but first: Food. Not the kind all up on their clothes but the kind that would hopefully not follow suit. The woman was giving him free information about herself and the world around them. It was nice.
After eating a bit more, he spotted a man and his book. Stretch had thrown a couple looks their way, and now Rich ended up noticing. He did that sometimes to. Just looked about to see what might be happening around. The young man didn't too much more attention, as he had company. Sipping out of his dew, chose to continue their lovely conversation.
"I didn't know about the fish thing, that's pretty cool. There was a video I watched of an octopus getting itself out of a jar. I used to think they were monsters because they looked weird as a child. Thank you for indulging my curiosity though. Science will always hold great mystery for me, because it is always on the forefront trying to figure things out. With evolution, you will never be out of a job." He gave an respectful nod to the obviously intelligent woman.
Soon their food was gone and Rich looked like hunger was a foreign concept to him.
"Tasty. I'm glad we bumped into each other. You are fine company, Rebecca. We should do this again, yeah?"
As the waitress came around with the check, he handed her his card. He made to pay for their meal.
"As a thank you for saying yes to my leap of faith."
When you see seven men with random objects hanging around an alley, you generally don't want to stick around. Danger lurked in every dark corner in the city, especially at night. Fortunately, for those who need to run or are surrounded, some elect the exact opposite option. To brace for the impact and shove it back into its place. Or maybe break its nose just to spite its face. Richard Kennedy was one of those people. From the window, he watched them weeble and wobble about. Something moved in the dark, into the alley. It looked like animal, but he couldn't quite tell. When the thugs started to corner her, he moved.
Eyes focusing through his half-mask, the nerdy man moved out of the building. They weren't paying attention, as he crossed the street. He wasn't stealthy but they were making a move on a much more valuable prey. When he was close, a mistake was made. Rich drew to close to a light cast a large shadow for the first three to see it. He mumbled to himself before deciding that now was time. As they turned, he barreled towards them. Charger wasn't fast but he didn't need to be here. The first man swung a wooden baseball bat. It was his only chance, and it shattered against the side of his head. Wood pieces scattered, as the half- mask put his shoulder into the guy. It knocked the wind of out him, but he wasn't done it. Still in the same motion, he brought his gridiron skills into play as they both bore into the second thug. The third didn't have a chance as he could only watch. In another step or two, All three men were being carried, or so it seemed. Charger was acting like a bulldozer, shoving them towards the wall. At the last second he lifted them slightly, only to let the force carry the three of them through the alley window. The sound of glass echoed in the alleyway.
His eyes then turned to the scene not to far away from him. Four more remained, all muttering to each other. And there was....was that a leopard? It looked like a snow leopard, but there wasn't any reports of a zoo escape. So this was really confusing.
"You guys have to know it's illegal to hunt within city limit...especially when it is an animal so exotic...and possibly endangered."
Rich was not very knowledgable about animals, but he knew a rare kitty when he spotted one.
Rich nodded his head, contemplating what would be best for a redesign. As much as he was into aesthetics, it would just be an expensive suit if it there was not any staying power. Scratching his beard, the young man wiggled his lips before answering.
"For lack of a better phrase, I need something practical in a rough and tumble situation. I am very active and get into a lot of intense, grating work. Very physical. Heavy lifting. Stuff like that. Needs to be able to take a beating, metaphorically of course. And literally."
He scratched the back of his head, feeling like his little charade should have ended when he walked in the door. The guy was not a moron and Rich was obviously not really prepared for what was going to be discussed. It was as if he never went to a real tailor before. He finally sighed and put his hands in his pockets. It was no use, and was painfully obvious.
Rich chuckled warmly at her lighthearted joke. It was well-timed and helped him feel like he was being a good host. It was interesting to meet a violinist, as there was no recall to anyone else who played. As Rebecca took the conversation, the young man smiled. He even leaned in a bit to give her his full attention. Her job sounded very important, in all honesty. Anyone who sought to learn more about nature or just how the world works held his respect. A smile only grew wider as she talked about want to focus on marine animals and her love for the job.
"That's pretty stellar sounding. Save the whales and learn about them right? So I have to know: What is your favorite animal of all time? And what is the most bizarre behavior you have ever seen working?"
The waitress came out from the corner of his eye. She had food. The greatest moment in any restaurant was now taking place. The Walk of Fame. That soup was old news, compared to the food heading towards them. Rich took another drink of his soda, as the plates were placed in front of them. They looked and smelled amazing to him. Of course, his attention was still on Rebecca as well. Today was just one of the good ones. Grabbing a fork and knife, he dug right in.
"So I have the honor of introducing a cute Dutch girl to a new restaurant? Score one for Kennedy." He said, chuckling and sipping his drink again.
Richard honestly didn't mind if she was one to take the lead in a conversation. It usually meant that they were open or at least didn't feel uncomfortable around him. As Rebecca talked about her job, he grew more curious about her. To be perfectly honest, he had no idea what a behaviorist did. Did she study behavior? Or does she train the animals? He didn't have a clue on that one. Still, once she passed off the word baton the young man obliged her inquiry.
"I mean, my story isn't particularly interesting when soup isn't involved."
The sarcasm was strong with this one.
"But no, I actually have pretty varied interests. I enjoy anything from sports to video games to playing piano and singing to writing poetry. At the very least, I am sure I can find something in common with just about anyone. As for my origins, I have been from New York my whole life. I didn't live in this city until a couple of years ago, and you are absolutely right. There is a lot to discover. I'm still trying to map everything out. Bright lights, bigger city." He took another drink of his soda.
"Job wise, I am a dish washer. Not particularly glamorous, but it's work until I land a job in my field of advertising."
Put of him wanted to tell her his secret, but it was far to early for that. No one should know that his real passion was music. Everyone wanted to be a rockstar, and he was just another dime a dozen dreamers. It wouldn't be very uplifting conversation.
"So what does a Behavior Intern at the Bronx Zoo do exactly? Do you get to hang out with animals all day?" The second question was lighthearted, but his interest was genuine.
The young man ended up getting a soda pop and a water. He tried to be healthy sometimes a little treat never hurt anyone. As she worked to get the bits of soup off her coat, he did the same. Even unzipping his coat to get at the bits that slipped past his collar. He felt silly doing this, because it made him look like a messy bum. Nevertheless, Rich was having a good time out with someone new and getting some tasty Mexican. The chicken and veggies burrito, with french fries stuffed in, was going to be truly spectacular. With her formal introduction, he realized they never actually did exchange names. The circumstance of that made him smile back at her.
"Nice to meet you, Rebecca. I'm Richard. And don't worry about the soup. Accidents happen. This too shall pass." He said, lowering the pitch of his voice for a silly undertone. "Besides, if we had not bumped into one another, we wouldn't be here right now. Seems like a rather good trade, to me."
His hand moved to grab his soda to offer her a toast.
Thinking back on it, he probably could have brought other clothes instead of just the outfit. I'm a colossal dunce. The tailor didn't seem too perturbed by the outfit, at least. That was a good sign. Javier's words got him thinking, about whether or not a redesign could be in the cards. He had never had a professional redesign done before. It sounded expensive, especially for a dishwasher. Of course, in the long run, he could be saving money. The guy was probably right, regardless.
"I mean, how much would something like that run? And what does a redesign entail? It doesn't exactly sound like something I should put rent money towards unless it's going to be worth it."
Rich was curious now, leaning onto the counter. He cleared any sort of schedule for the day, knowing that this was going to take a long time just for repairs. Now if something gets thrown in, it would likely take twice the time.
"Actually, Mexican is one of my favorites." He said, beaming good vibes. "I know a couple places around, but I am sure that if you like Mexican that any of them will hit the right spot with you. Why don't we try--"
His hand went to his chin, as sounds of thinking of curiosity slipped from his lips. The city certainly had no shortages of ethnic food. Authentic or otherwise. However, this woman struck him as the type to really enjoy the atmosphere. The young man knew just the place.
"Got it." He said beckoning her a bit to walk with him.
They weren't walking in the cold very long before the little hole in wall was found. La Comida un Madre. A few people came out with leftovers and were laughing only to waft some of that fresh Mexican cuisine towards their nostrils. It was captivating to him. Grabbing the door, he held it open to allow her the full experience first. He had been here a couple of times, but the first time at a new place is always nice. Everything was made to feel real. Even the light fixtures had a certain Mexican flavor to it. They were sat at a booth at the window, which Rich seemed to enjoy. They were promptly given their menus and and silver ware. After taking their drink orders, the kind waitress took her leave. The first thing he did was grabbed a bunch of napkins and split them between them.
"Just for the soup, if you still need them."
After which he began dabbing at the spots so he didn't look for ridiculous.
The man that came in seemed a bit cautious. Rich had a set of clothes on his arm that looked rather color coordinated. A scheme of blue, black and white trim was spread over the shirt, shorts, and half ripped balaclava. It all looked pretty well worn and beaten up from repeated use. Inside, the young man felt quite stupid to be in the shop but he didn't have a way to fix this stuff himself. At least, not in a way that would be considered professional or even that good. Walking up, a half smile was thrown Javier's way as he placed the fabric on the counter.
"Hi, Javier. Thanks for the welcome. I uh, was wondering if you would be able to work your magic on this? I been looking for a discrete, talented tailor and from my research you are pretty much it. Can you help me?"
The look on the man's face suggested that his was a little vulnerable coming here. But his eyes beamed hope. All Rich could think of is if this doesn't work then he might just need a whole new suit and pray that this guy doesn't recognize this as vigilante garb.
As she stood up, he gave himself another look over. No real permanent damage other than the obliterated cup. That would need to be recycled now. No matter. The woman he accidentally shoulder checked was very apologetic, despite being the one with a possible bruised butt now. She seemed nice, which put Rich at a lot more ease than before. With the rifling through her purse, the young man spotted that some of the soup got on her as well. It was a messy situation all around, it seemed. When she offered the paper bill, he was still entirely sold on his idea to be kind. He wanted to bring her in, as a friend would.
"Keep it. I have a better idea. Forgive me, if this comes off as bold, but I'd rather put that 5 dollars to grabbing lunch with me. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to turn this little mishap into a beginning of a friendship."
His smile was small but it was sincere. She seemed so nice Rich would feel like a dunce if he did not try and be friends.
"Not to mention, it is me who unintentionally sent you onto your butt. So perhaps we both could use a good time to erase this series of unfortunate events. What do you say?"
The bump was unexpected, to say the least. Immediately, he apologized and look to see if this person was alright. They were just sitting there a second ago and suddenly they weren't and...the soup. Oh god, my soup. It was that exact moment he felt the warmth cheese, broccoli, and rosemary running down his coat. He completely crushed the plastic cup in his hand, out of slight fright. And now some of it was running down his favorite shirt, covering both the in and outside of the coat. Thankfully most of it was on his left arm and on the ground. Still, you could probably hear the internal screaming and despair for miles if you can read minds.
"I....good afternoon. Are you okay Miss?" He asked offering a non soupy hand.
Tasty soup. Cheddar and broccoli, with a little rosemary thrown in. Rich was so proud of his confection that he decided to take a small portion out with him. It kept the cold away and was quite nice on the tongue. To be perfectly honest, he didn't really have anywhere in particular to go. He was just exploring. A boy and his soup against the world. After a while, it was decided that the park would be a good spot for his butt to rest. There were plenty of benches and nature to enjoy. He didn't always get into these sort of hippy-like moods but today was just going to be a good. He was super sure of it.
As the wind blew against his winter clothes, the sound of whistling could be heard with a slurp of soup going from a sealed cup to a pair of hungry lips. "Mmm." He said to himself, licking a bit of rosemary from the brim.
Taking in his surroundings, it seemed that the weather was definitely trying to be cold. Walking further he spotted a woman sitting on a bench. She didn't look to be enjoying herself. Understandably, considering where she was sitting. Perhaps he would throw a friendly nod or good afternoon her way. It wouldn't mean much, in the grand scheme of things, but it at least could maybe get the ball rolling on her having a better day. He clutched his nearly empty soup trying to keep it secured as he started to pass her by. He started to give a smile when tragedy struck.
Character's full name: Richard Kennedy Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Charger Gender: Male Age: 27 Date of Birth: 05/02/1991 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Rural Western NY Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Several European countries with some Russian, Spanish and Native American thrown in.
Appearance
Hair color and style: Dark Brown and cut short and faded Skin Tone: Fair-ish with a little bit of pink hue. Eye Color: Deep blue with spec of green and gray. Height: 5'9 Build: Husky Visible mutation: His mutation is always active. His form take a more metallic sheen while keeping the original hues. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: He has scars but none are overly large and or numerous/ Tattoo of Bull on right arm and Piano Keys on left pectoral/No piercings Other features: Wears glasses / Has freckles all over shoulders and back / Has ginger beard
Everyday clothing style: He dresses very casually, but tries to keep it clean. Jeans that fit/Clean shirts or v-necks/sneakers/etc. Uniform: Wears a half-mask, gloves, color-coordinated outfits that have some sort of bolt decal. (The man is very low budget.) Sleepwear: Whatever is comfortable, but mostly a shirt and shorts. Maybe more if it is particularly cold. Miscellaneous clothing: He does like dressing up. Pinstripes and blue are a way to his heart.
Character
Personality:
When met and interacted with, he is often warm and jovial. Rich is the type of man to offer a quick joke and "light up your smoke". He is always happy to keep his friends entertained and healthy, and looks for the next big party. Mostly, he makes sure they are doing okay emotionally, but if they are hungry or something physical he will do what he can before sending them to the hospital. To the more serious characters, he would be seen as the unfocused type. Thankfully, his carefree nature is capable of being turned off when the times are right.Particularly when those he cares about are in danger or someone does something to raise his ire. Being around sadistic people and the like generally keep him from being carefree as well.
Since getting his powers, he has actually come out of his shell. He became a lot more boisterous, and stubborn. It's hard to be afraid of much when you can get hit by a bus and barely feel a thing. He still isn't sure how he feels about being among those the rest of the world is trying to either kill or are just plain afraid of. At times he feels like a monster, but he knows what he does is helping turn the tide.
He is a worrier often times. The biggest sources of worry for him are friends, family, and his own safety. Other big ones are whether people like him, and whether there is someone out there who can rein him in. Rich often wonders if he deserves love with the trouble that tends to come with him. Mutants aren't exactly everyone's favorite people, and his mutation isn't very easily hidden. Given who he is (a vigilante) and what he does, it might make it hard to find people who truly care about him. Not to mention he is just an odd goofball that even other mutants could find to be less than appealing. It's easier for him to focus on other people's happiness than his own. He does this partly because the thought of others suffering is a travesty, and also partly because he has a hard time addressing his own problems. Still, he can be depended on to be there when someone is going all in and needs support. For all the flaws, he has a big heart and a working brain.
Hobbies/ Interests: Food, Sports, Fighting, Musical Performance, Writing, Video Games
Job or part time job and description: Restaurant Dish Washer
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Heights, Snakes, Rejection, Small Spaces, Not being strong enough, Being eaten, People with more than 2 nipples, Being in front of a large crowd
Special talents:
Some of his more human like skills include talent on the gridiron and behind a piano. He was a former all-star lineman in highschool and college. Some of which could be contributed to his mutation, other to natural talent. He was the sack leader for the league for 2 years until he graduated college.
In middle school, he was discovered to have quite the male voice to go along with piano lessons he had been getting since he was 7. Along with his sports scholarships, there were a few school vying for his artistic talents as well. Ultimately, he went his own way
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Almost obnoxiously Good. Like.....Purposefully throwing himself under a bus (literally or socially) kind of good. Rich is the kind of man who tries to do the right regardless of whether or not law says so. Very few times does he ever even approach things neutrally let alone being on the side of bad.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Technorganic physiology is a bit of a blanket term, but in this case, it means that Richard is a conglomerate of organic and inorganic matter. In terms of function, his body still does just about anything a human can do. IE., Blood still flows, Skin still sweats, hair still gets greasy after a good workout. The difference being that every part of his body, internal and external, is infused with high strength, inorganic material. His X-Gene, in broad terms, turned him into a very strong and durable person. It does this through changing genetic code that his body is made of. Essentially re writing it to make it a new form of matter entirely. An amalgam of metals and organic material.
Strengths:
Organic Metal Body (Enhanced Durability)
Rich's genetic makeup was changed at the activation of his X-Gene. His cells became extremely durable and better conductors of electricity. If the genetic code is siphoned out, it was come up as a tungsten and steel alloy. Ridiculously strong and dense against massive amounts of physical damage. Perhaps against his better judgement, he has jumped in front of moving vehicles to test his limits and got away with only a couple of bruises. While he is as mobile with this form as would be a normal human form, his speed and agility are not any different. It does,however, greatly enhance his strength and endurance. For example, he is able to stand temperatures up until -250F to 2000F, and explosive powerup to 300 pounds of TNT.
Superhuman Strength
While he has not actually tested this yet, his limit is just over 10 tons and anything more is very strenuous and just not a good idea. Unfortunately, there isn't much he can practice to see how far he can actually get on, so getting beyond that is unlikely. Thankfully, he knows proper lifting technique from high school. This allows him to liftsafely and easier than just brute muscle. Technique vs. Brute in this case.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
Extra Weight
With all the enhancements, there are some hindrances. He was not a good swimmer before the X-Gene and it managed to get worse when everything changed. He cannot breathe underwater and just sinks to the bottom of whatever body of water he is in. (If the power is active) Things that might creek under a human's foot would snap under Rich's. And he doesn't have a way to turn himself off.
Durability
While he is built to take damage, once he reaches his limit things can get disastrous. He doesn't heal any quicker than a normal human, but it is a hell of a lot harder to treat him if he is injured. At least, without special equipment. Hence why he doesn't want to try to take on actual anti-tank technology. This is because most medical equipment likely does not have the same properties as to what cause the damage. Imagine, trying to sow steel back together with only a basic first aid kit and a bit of hope. Not really going to work unless you, again, have special equipment. Rich reaching his actual limits is not something he ever really wants to do. It just depends on the pulling power. He generally stays away from shipping docks because of this. It's a rule of thumb, at this point. Not to mention it makes using almost every appliance ever a pain in his metal ass to use. It's a reason a dishwashing job suits him. No machines to break.
Magnets
The man is a combination of metal and human bits. Because of this being around things like magnets can cause issues with his own natural magnetic attracting properties. A powerful enough magnet can pull him from his spot. It also cause electronics to lose some power when he is near. So much so he has to often buy signal boosters for his cell to make sure it works right.
Temperatures
Much like actual metal, raising or lowering the core temperature of Rich some negative effect begin to be taken on. The more drastic the temperature, the more crippling the effect. For example, in temperatures of extreme cold Rich's form begin to grow more brittle. Likewise, in extremely high temps, his strength begins to be drained as the strength of his molecules begins to break down and become more malleable.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Even without the mutation, Rich's stats tend to lean towards his strength and stamina. He as honed them from years of training. Unfortunately, Speed def took a hit on this one. He is pretty slow. Flexibility could use improvement and reflexes are average. Fighting Style: He generally likes to mix his martial arts training in with his techniques from other sports. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: His generally lends itself keeping a good base and not letting yourself get pushed around. Strong strikes/blocks/etc. Not a style you want to get in front of. However, it can be avoided if an opponent is quick and/or has long range.
History Of Your Character
Rich grew up in a lower-middle class family, in rural Western New York. They didn't have much but they made do. He always had enough loving from his parents and that's all the young man ever really wanted. As a small child he was very shy and clung to Mommy most of the time. Dad was the disciplinarian, and Little Richie was not always well-behaved. Thankfully, neither parent had super strength to spank him with, or mutations for that matter.
When he was young, there was a time some extra of his family lived with him. During this stint, two of his cousins took a liking to him. It was harmless, at first. The extra affection here and there became a normal thing. Eventually, and repeatedly, it reached far past a point that was appropriate and Richard refuses to talk about it. If it's even remotely mentioned, he immediately shuts down or isolates himself.
Like most siblings he and his older sister fought from time to time. While things cooled off as they grew older, it was vicious it you caughtthem on the right day. Fists flew, chairs were through. It was World War 3 if they caught each other in a bad mood.
He was frequently bullied in elementary school and got into fights. Sports and music became his outlet for any and all emotions. It made him happy and kept the sanity intact. That passion for both is very present, to this day. He always has some sort of musical listening device on him and takes it out when he isn't actively doing anything else. If it was anything else, you'd say he was addicted and should seek help.
Middle school was even worse with the bullying. His grades suffered and he ended up transferring schools because of the issue. Rich's parents put him into therapy and martial arts to try to deal with the problem, but it only ever seemed to scratch the surface of what he would ever allow himself to reveal to others. Eventually he stopped going altogether because it never seemed like they would get anywhere.
High school was interesting because, like everyone else, Rich was trying to figure out who he was. This becomes more difficult when you also find you are one of those things that the world is trying to figure out what to do with. He was just glad he wasn't a possible target until junior year rolled around. Watching the news involving mutants for so long, he tried to ignore it. "Not my circus, not my monkeys." Given the events he was forced to form an opinion, and he landed on...life. "People should be allowed the chance to live their life as they choose." Of course, he also understood why mutants were so scary and why humans feared them. Richard wanted to bridge the gap, but didn't have a way to do so.
The defining moment that he accidentally activated his X-Gene is not a happy story. The narrative involves a late rainy night, an overworked semi-driver, and a friend who decided to not wear a seat belt. Richard was in the back resting after a strong showing against a cross state rival. The stat sheet was in his hands, and the three of them were dancing to a song that he can't remember now. They drifted a little too far into the lane of a man who had not seen his family in over a week. The tires screamed and broken glass was everywhere. It lead from the road to the power lines, then the ditch below. The car looked like a mangled box mixed in with brushes and blood. He had two less friends, in a matter of about four seconds.
He didn't speak for almost week and Rich became reclusive after that. His parent tried to get him back into therapy but he refused. It didn't feel like a good idea to reveal his new abilities to anyone. That night didn't come up again until two weeks before graduation. He was in a low and his parents had enough and sat him down. Richie finally opened up to them. They talked about everything from that night to his biological changes. While it didn't seem obvious until now, but his parents already knew about x-gene. They also understood the feelings he had surrounding his friend's deaths. At the end of the conversation there were tears and hugs. His parents accepted him and they would try their best to keep him safe.
College is where he honestly tried to buckle down and get his act together. For the most part, he was successful. He studied hard, kept to himself, and fiddled around with his new state of being. Still, with no proper teacher the young man could only experiment so much without getting caught. He did manage, however, to find out a new barrier to himself after he tripped off a roof and completely ruined a security guard's parked golf cart.
In the last few years, Richard moved to the Big Apple, to find his own way. He is currently in his own place, coming fresh off of a college graduation. The advertising major has decided to enter underground video game tourneys to get spending money. However, a few nights a week, he does what any young man would dream of doing. He goes out after the things that go bump in the night, so he can bump them back...hard.
Presently, he is trying to find a job is his field of educational study.Given that his current job is in food service, he is going in a different direction. Still messing up crime, he is content with where he is at right now. The somewhat dumpy apartment allows him to be a lot more incognito so when he comes home early in the morning to a judgy landlord who can't even remember his name. Rich could have sworn last time they talked he called him Reggie.
Nevertheless, he keeps plugging away trying to live his life without getting caught. With the laws in place, they likely would not take it easy on him if it was discovered he was a random mutant on in the middle of no place who wasn't even registered yet. Not to mention the rumors he read online about abductions only made him more cautious out of costume. Now he is just trying to live long enough to be able to get a tax return to enjoy at some point.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Cerulean
Where did you learn about this site?: Google!
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Nope!
Sample RP: It was late in the afternoon on a day that Rich was lucky enough to have off. After all, he had made some plans. He was having a friendly dinner with a friend and her young daughter. From what he understood, Rich and this little girl both had a physical mutation. Given his experience living with such a thing, he offered Gem the chance to expose her to a friendly mutant face. Gem has also being going through some things that she wanted to get off her chest. Some of which she told Rich, some of which he still had to find out.
Keeping it simple, he finished ordering some pizza and chicken wing from a local mom and pop kitchen. He ordered an extra just in case, with bread sticks. The thought made his stomach grumble. This was sure to be among the tastiest thing he would have all week. Having just got paid, it was time to splurge.
Grabbing a shower, he slipped into a plain long sleeved shirt and jeans. Perfectly casual and appropriate for company. Realizing he needed to clean, he sprung into action taking care of the dishes and cleared the table.
It was then he thought he heard a knock at the door. "Come on in, Gem. Door is open."
