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.
There were some small complications, like the fact that the driver was terrible at his job, so she found herself thrown from him once or twice before having to snake back on. She glared through the little grated porthole at Larry and Moe. @#$holes. Still, while not full proof, things were looking up!
Operation 'not as illegal as you think it is' was actually going off without a hitch! One tug, two tug, three, aaaand~
"Pleh, pleh... Ugh... Finally, that was a huge pain in the ass..." She looked up at the man, who she was still all over. A bit of redness formed on her cheeks, and she sat back, speaking in her sweet little voice. "Thank you, uh, for that. I'm actually 35, so, you know, nothing about that was weird. Aside from the circumstance. That was weird. Um... Hands?" She scooted down him once more, placing her head near his lap in order to get at the loops on his hands and tug at them from the bottom.
If they both worked on it, they might be able to get done before they got to the head-rocking part of he Queen classic.
As she inched, the, huh, pretty handsome actually, man spoke up, and she looked up at her mid-inch worm, and blinked a few times, eyes expressing a terse reaction to his quip. She needed this gag off. His hands were in a knot.
She made it to him, and sat up the best she could, "Mmfff mffm mf." Nope... Not gonna make that work. Wait, they'd tied the knot toward the front of her mouth! If someone could pull on the end...
Good idea! Oh. Bit of a stretch, though, his hands were bound up pretty well... Almost comically so. His mouth wasn't, though. She sighed, and tried to make a 'please, please bear with me' sort of face, before starting to inch worm up him, slowly aiming to get his mouth close to hers. You know, so he could undo the knot.... With his... Mouth.
Yep.
Their captors were busy blabbing up front and... were they putting on the Bohemian Rhapsody? Oh god, they were going to rock out. Great.
Really? She'd put on her new favorite dress and everything! She cursed under her breath, but smiled sweetly when the woman invited her back toward the offices.
Great. She had to act nice. She didn't want Devon hearing about how she threw a hissy fit in his offices; he might not invite her back. Still, this didn't mean she had to like it. Any of it. @#$^. Why did she bother with this crap anyway? It wasn't like he was going to sweep her off her feet and go marry a woman that looks 12 anyway.
F@#$, though, it just felt nice to have someone like him listen to her. Now, she was going to go talk to someone else. She sniffled. This damned cold always crept up when she was in a bad mood. It made being a snot nosed brat literal, and it made her mood worse.
Yeaaaaap, She was gonna be smarmy. If she couldn't freak out, they had to at least give her that.
She walked into the office. A quick glance around the room told her this person was in charge of some sh#$. The setting, the desk, it screamed B#$%^ in power. She liked that. She also liked to be in charge. Still, it didn't change the fact that she wasn't a dreamy eyed intellectual with dark hair and soul rending observations about her psyche. Almost by instinct her arms crossed as soon as she entered the room and camped by the door.
She introduced herself. Yup. In charge. Smarm, Activate: "So, what is it, then?" She stayed rooted, looking slightly up even from a cross the room. "Are you going to try and sell me a time share in Aspen, or something?"
She gave him one last look as he blessed her leaving. "I'll try to get someone here to save you... Hang on, okay?" A card stepped toward her, and he leaned back.
One fall down the rabbit hole later she was laying in a pile of chair, smashed person, and shattered tea cups. Quickly she stood to her feet, completely unscathed by the long, long drop. No one was down here, just as she thought. Why guard a room that was essentially just a large trash pit? It was a large room with a drain on the floor, and blood was already draining into it. There was one exit. As she ran to the exit a man walked in rolling a mop and bucket.
He seemed surprised to see her. She hit him with a running elbow to the groin, and he dropped like a sack of potatoes. Several face stamps with heels later he was out. She sniffed up a runny nose, and hurried out, following clearly marked exit signs until she saw light.
When she was free, she looked back, gritting her teeth once more. She would get help. She had to. Hopefully the kid could hang in there until then.
Traffic getting here was a real b$@#%. A little girl sniffled a little bit as she climbed out of her giant pink Esrcalade, blowing her nose, and then straightening up her absolutely @#$^ing adorable dress. She'd been in a very black mood, and the drive here hadn't changed that. If she had the ability to go hoarse, she would have screaming at the all of the idiots who'd cut her off on the way here. Now, she curse under her breath as she realized she'd left her purse in the car.
After a climb up over her booster seat, she pulled out a little black cat bag, and slammed the door shut, a sound that echoed through the parking garage.
She'd been summoned here. Called by a secretary for business related to... something important? She hadn't been listening too much, as her soaps were on at the time, and she needed to know if Leslie's evil twin had really switched with her before the car accident. It was @#$%ing important.
The clip clop of little heels rang out as she marched her way to the elevator, pressing the button that lead to the reception area before the offices upstairs. She felt a little queezy on the way up. It had been a while since she'd had an appointment. She'd ignored the last... ten? Getting out of her funk meant getting back into her healthier habits, though...
Still, an apology was in order, and... Well... It was hard to look into those eyes and say sorry. She found herself turning a little red despite herself. With a couple smacks on either cheek she straightened herself out, and sniffled a little.
DING! The doors opened. She strode out to the reception desk. "I'm here for my appointment."
The receptionist recognized her. Good. No questions. She didn't want to deal with that bullsh$# today.
"Ahh, yes, Mrs. Sergeyeva will see you soon." Wut.
"Mrs... Who?" Not with Devon? Where was Devon? What the #@$%?!
Damn, the bunny was several seats down. No chance to talk. That meant no plan for escape. This Wonderland's Alice let out a long sigh as she looked around at the actors. Some of them were maintaining a bit of a cool, but most were also looking around. Had they all been tricked here as well? They had to have been offered more than 50k for this kinda @#$%.
A yawn caught her at an odd moment, and she sniffed up a bit of a sniffle. Damn cold was resurfacing again. Always happened when she was a little stressed.
Just like that, it was time to change places again. She hopped up and crawled under the table, coming up on the other side as the Walrus tried to sit. Nope. Rather than pick another chair, the man turned and ran for the door. L tensed a bit as Shades played wack-a-mole with him. This time, though, her plan to cross closer to Bun Bun went well.
"It's okay, kid, We'll find a way out of here, Kay?" L tried to comfort the boy, who had just vomited into one of the fake bushes.
"Look, if it comes down to it, use me as a human shield, okay? He probably doesn't want his Alice dead yet." What he might want her alive for, she didn't want to know. She was glad she hadn't disclosed that she was a mutant to this guy, just that she was older than she looked.
Round three started, and she tried her same trick again, but encountered a set of legs blocking her way. #@$^! She turned, and then froze in place as she saw rabbity feet sit at a chair, and then leap as the trap door underneath opened up. To her side a tea pot splashed and... boiling metal splattered out? Should she really be surprised at this point? Over screams of pain she heard a thump as the table above her tilted over, and she looked up to see Bunny boy dive behind a rose bush.
Shades was on his way over with another mallet. She made eye contact with the boy, and then gritted her teeth.
The big man with the glasses spotted the bunny, and raised his weapon, which appeared to be weighted more for crushing than croquette. He stopped, however, when searing hot mercury was splashed all over the back of his head. L hissed loudly from behind him. "Cmon, we gotta go!"
The little girl dropped the pot as she heard the announcer scream something angrily over the radio. She couldn't make it out, and didn't care, as she was too busy trying to grab the bunny's hand and lead him toward one of the open pits in the floor.
It was around that time that all of the doors shot open, and... men and women in.. card suits? Like, playing cards, but with face holes and... A**less? What? Like, faces and hams only? Why? They all had cattle prods.
L Glanced down the hole, and looked over to Zaid. It was an almost comically long drop into sharp looking stuff. She looked at him with a sort of sadness in her eyes. There was no way he was surviving that fall... She could, though. The cards were closing in.
L stared at the crossdressing bunny boy in silent observation as he replied to her stupid Alice joke. He... wasn't turned on right now. Not a normal observation she would be looking for, but even an eternal 12 year old could read enough body language to know when someone wasn't feeling it, and bun bun over here wasn't in to getting tied up for fun. At least he wasn't right now.
That meant this was the more dangerous of the two situations. "I'll forgive you for feeling that way. You're honestly adorable, but you're a bit young for me." The 12 year old took another sip of tea. She looked about the room under the guise of a long sip, and set her tea plate down with the cup on it. She was trained in propriety, so all of her physical actions at the tea table were dainty and noble.
The room was well secured. There were... lots of small entrances. She didn't notice the trap doors underneath, though she did spot silhouettes moving behind the rose bushes fencing them in. People?
"You can call me L, dear. I fathom we are in a bit of a jam, aren't we?" As if to reply to her statement, a voice spoke up, tinny over the speakers.
"Well, would you look at the time! It is... TEA TIME!" A distorted chuckle rang out until the speaker cut off, and a bunch of people started entering their little nook. Seven in all, men, wearing leather pants, cufflinks, and oil on their chests. Oh lordy. Offputting, though, because each had giant caricature masks on, one a walrus, one a mouse, one a clam, etc. They all almost ballet pranced up to different chairs and took a seat.
"Oh... Wow. That's... Wow." L spoke up as all of the new guests struck up almost sensual model poses in their chairs and froze in place. The man in the glasses walked up and unsecured the bunny from his chair, still keeping him roped well to himself. He then stepped back to observe.
"We are going to play a fun game! The rules are simple! I will say change places! When I do, you will pop up and move to another around while the music plays! When it stops, you will take a seat! Then... One chair disappears~" L rolled her eyes... They were about to play some sort of musical chairs? Great. She was amazing at these sort of games, with her short stubby legs and weak constitution. Awesome.
"Now... CHANGE PLACES!" Off tune music started paying as everyone hopped up and seeked a new chair. Everyone was moving too fast, it wouldn't be easy to just make a break for it... Great. The music stopped, and she scrambled into a small seat. When everyone was seated, there was a pause as the oiled up men seemed to get a little tense, and then...
With a yelp, one of them fell through the floor.
What in the world? After a moment there was a loud crash below them.
Oh hell. They really were in trouble, here. All of the rest of the actors in there with them seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then ease into their dramatic poses again. Yup... This was creepy. Where was Bun bun? Was he seated near again?
The Bunny looked... somewhat nervous, not to say that wasn't perfectly reasonable, being tied up and all. He, the voice helped signify, albeit shakily, started to respond that this wasn't all his thing when... Well, for some reason he just stopped talking, flinched as if someone was about to strike him, and then a voice rang in over the speaker. The voice was distorted. Maybe her benefactor wasn't going to show his actual face?
"Ohhhh, boy, I really signed up for a doozie here, didn't I." She muttered to herself as the Mr Sunglasses at night poured her a cup of tea. The bunny seemed nervous as the existence of the other teapot, though. Strange.
She stared down at the teacup she'd been offered, and blinked a few times. 50k. Fifty Thousand Dollars. She slowly forced her face into a smile, and daintily grabbed the teacup's handle with a thumb and index finger, lifting it to her lips pinky up, and taking a long sip.
It was hot, but she couldn't be burnt, so she didn't need to wait for it to cool. It was a nice tea... A bit of a floral note, a little bitter. Pricey sort of stuff, but that wasn't surprising given the obviously deep pockets present here.
"So... What... You're late for a very important date, then?"
She had to figure out exactly what was going on, here. Was it a strange kink party for the bunny boy? Was this some sort of captive situation? Was she in wayyyy too deep?
On one hand, if it was a kinky sorta dom thing, she might ruin the moment if she spoke out, but on the other hand, if this were some sorta very illegal hostage situation, they probably weren't exactly planning on letting her walk away from this.
"You have a name, or is it just The White Rabbit in this scenario?"
Okay, so this was going to be a bit of a hard one to live down, she had to admit. Because she hadn't been very sociable of late, her aunt Edna, the executor of her father's estate, was withholding her trust money until she proved to be active once more... Greedy b*tch. So, Ella Louise had made the somewhat coarse decision to make some of her own money!
The easy way.
By selling some of her time on a darkweb kink website. At first she'd just been curious, but when she saw how many zeroes this person was willing to add on the end of her check... Just to have a Tea party in the type of clothing she wore on a regular basis? No naughty stuff? Sure, no questions asked, but for 50k she would walk in wearing a walrus suit and dance the macarena naked.
So, there she was, dressed as Alice, and being escorted into a... large... indoor garden? Woah, neat. She hadn't met the master of the house yet, but damn, he had vision, that was for sure. L toed the grass, identifying it as fake, but... expensive. The man in a suit and dark glasses that was leading her looked back, and waved her into a small gated area with hedges around it. As she walked through the gate a table came into view... it was... well, it looked almost like a replica of the old Alice in Wonderland cartoon movie Tea Party set.
It was impressive. It was also... Off-putting? There was a fluorescent glow to the room that made it all feel a little sterile. Also, was there a tied up bunny girl sitting at the table?
Eeeeyup.
No questions, L. 50k. L. No questions.
She was seated across from the Bunny. She stared with blank eyes at the well made-up girl... wait... boy? No, girl. She... They, they were adorable, but... well. "You're tied up." It wasn't a question.
"That what you're into? You the owner here?" #@$^, those were questions. Did that count? She wasn't leaving without her money.
For someone who had just fallen to the floor dying a moment ago, y'know, she felt pretty alright physically. She was shocked, and her mind was racing in a million places at once.
Was her mutation failing? Was she going to die? What had caused that sensation... It had been like... A wall of no-no for her power. It made a chill go down her spine thinking about it. But she was better, right? Maybe... Maybe she should just go? GRoogle it? See if anyone else had something similar happen? She was mid wiping a tear from her face when he hopped over the bar, and that was when @#$^ got real again.
She immediately flushed as he stepped closer, and she felt that similar tingle, starting from her legs pointing toward him and moving up as he advanced. Her eyes widened as his range washed over her wound, and she felt that searing pain again.
IT WAS HIM! Son of a @#$^$ it was him! She felt a wave of dizziness as the man pawed at her, and she fought to stay conscious, whipping her Howdy Feline mini-purse at his face and trying to scramble away from him as quickly as possible, leaving a morbid blood trail. "S-Stay away! It's you! It's you isn't it? STAY AWAY!"
She was shaking now, but making some distance between him, she felt herself leave that no-no zone as the feeling of being invulnerable, one she'd taken for granted for years... one she'd despised, enveloped her like a security blanket once more.
Quickly the little girl dug into her tiny purse and pulled out an equally tiny little .22 Derringer, pointing it at him. "Stop!"
She completed her ultimatum. He stared at her, mouth a bit agape. Just. F*^kin. Staring. And then he finally willed out his words.
He wanted ID. No problem. Why didn't he start with that? The angry 38 year old 12 year old snapped open her bag, opened the wallet portion, slid out her state driver's licence, and took a step and a half toward him before suddenly stopping. The ID fell from her hand, hitting the floor and sliding off toward the bar.
Did she look pale?
Her vision swimmed as, for the first time in 26 years, she felt a blinding pain in her abdomen, and looked down to see... Aw... Her pretty dress was soaked in blood. Damnit.
The girl fell backwards, an action that saved her life, as her wound was suddenly outside of an invisible bubble that swam around this glass cleaning, strong jawed pill of a man. She regained consciousness just as quickly as she'd lost it, and found herself instinctively scrambling back on her bottom. "What... the @#$^. was THAT?!"
It had been odd. She'd felt something was off the second her outstretched arm reached a certain distance from him... It was a tingling sensation, unbeknownst to her it was the protective field around and within her being dismissed. As she'd stepped forward the feeling had crawled up her arm, and into her body, and then... Well, she did have a huge gaping wound in her belly, after all. It did what wounds do when your mutation isn't constantly keeping you alive.
"I.... I don't know what just happened... I think... I think I need a doctor?" The fierce woman now just looked like a lost and confused little girl... Tears were welling up in her eyes. The wound had stopped bleeding, but her dress was stained with blood.
It was a heckuva way to start the day. One second, you're walking down the street on a nice, calm morning, next thing you know, a dirty guy in a poncho knocks you on the back of the head with an honest to goodness sap, ties you in an almost comical 50's villain fashion, gags you, and throws you in a van.
Such would be the case for a certain unfortunate, but also highly fortunate hollywood director Akshay Malik. As the shutter door of the not at all conspicuous white van with no windows slammed shut, and the poncho wearer hopped into the passenger seat, Akshay might notice the small girl on the other side of the bare bones back area of the van. She was hard to miss, sitting there in a Lolita Dress, Also tied up in a similar fashion. Wait, did she look... bored? She rolled her eyes as the passenger started to speak, his New York accent tinged with some sort of stupid. "Seen who I got jus' now? Lookit, man, I got me that frickin hollywood guy. You know, the one from the movies." He laughed as the other guy looked back as he drove off, clearly barely paying attention to the road. "Oh, yeah, That's the indian one what made all the superhero flicks! Ohh, man, we hit the jackpot!"
He looked back to the road in time to swerve and barely avoid a parked car in front of them. The little girl rolled around in the back, a blank look in her eyes as her head thumped loudly against the metal sides of the back, and she shuffled to sit up again, unaffected by the nasty bump. She looked at the man in the cab with her, and then to the men in the front. They were gawking about how rich they were going to be.
Ellalouise was largely unconcerned... These guys were idiots. She would find a way out.... They'd prepared better this time, though, with the gags. She had to give them credit. She started scooting her way toward her fellow captive, the bored look being replaced by a focused one as she inched her way toward him like, well, an inch worm, working against her tight bindings.
"Look, kid, uh,"Oh @#$^, he dun it now. He said the K word. This mother@#$%er was done. RIP.
The man set his glass down, and EllaLouise looked at the ground for a second, biting the inside of her lip as and rocking her head to the side... Goodness, one more second of this and she was gonna need to take out her hoops.
"Do you have parents or someone who I can call? Or... shouldn't you be in school?" She glowered at him. Spat venom with her eyes that could melt a man. "School? School." There it was... The wind up. He was two strikes in... One more pitch and boy was he looking to strike out!
I'm not sure this is your kind of scene, is all. I think there's a McDonalds a block down." Yup. She reached up slowly, removing her hooped earings and slowly placing them in her prissy little hand bag before carefully clasping it shot. She then took a deep breathe, and stepped foward a bit.
"Allllllright... That's a @#$^in 'nough... I'm over 37 years old you... Jesus you have a strong jaw line, Anyway, 37, and you are going to pour me. A Motherf#$^in' drink. On the goddam house. For pointing me toward a @#$^ MAC DONALDS, or we're gonna have a goddam scene here, got it?" She stared, eyes wide, intense. In her mind, she was being nice. Usually she would have thrown something by now. She hadn't talked to anyone in months, though, and that #@$^ing jaw line. What a sh$%head.
It had been a similarly f@#$-off sort of year for EllaLouise Gartner. As much as she wanted to she couldn't blame that fact on anyone but herself. She'd spent the last year in her mansion, eating gallons upon gallons of ice cream and watching pretty much every show on FlixNet. Clearly, she'd sunk into a deep depression after that disastrous Halloween party where she'd gallivanted around actually thinking she was Alice in Wonderland. Jesus Christ.
This morning, however, she'd found herself staring in the mirror... Probably for an hour or so? Long enough for her to convince herself she needed to get the f#%$ out of this house before she actually went insane. What did that mean? Well, it meant a New Dress! and a night out on the town! What to do, though? She wondered what that goth chick was up to... Nah, she didn't feel like having to explain to someone where she'd been for the last year.
Random bars it was. She called a MRuber. He asked her why she was going to a bar. She asked him if he actually wanted a tip. He stayed quiet from then on out. Good.
Before too long, the bartender would see a 12 year old in a lolita dress struggle to pull the door open, huff, as it closed behind her, straighten her dress, and start to walk forward. When he spoke, however, she froze in place.
"Are you sure you should be in here?" Oh Mother f-
"...F#$^ does that mean?" She stared at him from her position a good 20 feet away, her short form radiating an aura of pure rage that shouldn't come off of someone who looked so young. "I am going to give you a chance to explain yourself cause you're mildly attractive, and I haven't talked to anything more sentient than a stuffed animal for the past year, so I'm looking to start off on a good foot, so, again, can you explain to me what the @#$% you mean when you ask... Should I be in here?"
Character's full name: EllaLouise Gartner Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: L Gender: Female Age: 36 Date of Birth: 12/12/1981 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Sugarland, TX Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian/ French, Irish
Appearance
Hair color and style: L's hair is a soft strawberry blonde often pulled into a pony tail or pig tails to get it out of her face. She has bangs. She likes bangs. She thinks they are cute. Skin Tone: On the paler Side Eye Color: Light blue with the slightest hint of brown coloration on the inside of the iris. Height: A towering 4'10 Build: a 12 year old girl type of flimsy Visible mutation: None Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Her ears were pierced, and thus, they will always be pierced! She has a huge, gaping, open wound on her abdomen which she always hides. It does not appear to bleed, it does not smell, it's just there. Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: L likes dresses. Sun dresses, lolita dresses, Ball gowns, frilly is pretty, and long doesn't show off the terrible open wound on her tummy! Uniform: N/A Sleepwear: Moo Moos. They are comfy, and they cover things. What's not to like Miscellaneous clothing: N/A
Character
Personality: Like the darkest of coffees, L's temperament stands on the bitter side. She is a 36 year old with the hormonal balance and body of a 12 year old girl. Things are not okay. People don't treat her like an adult. She hates that. People are taller, stronger, and faster than her. She hates that. You will likely be slightly nicer to her because she looks like a little girl. She hates that about you. Stop, and maybe she will get along with you. Maybe.
Outside of that, she likes simple pleasures. Chocolate is awesome, pretty things are nice to look at. Men are nice to oogle at, if a little confusing as well.
She goes through life always feeling like she's at the edge of some great discovery about herself, her body, her mind, how she works... And it's never there. She's always one step away. It leaves her with an ever nagging sense of emptiness.
She soldiers on boldly, though. Indeed, when she is in a room she likes to command that room. When she in confronted with an obstacle, she likes to BREAK that obstacle. In her mind, she is simply the best thing since sliced bread and you better respect that, or she will probably not do anything more than insult you fiercely, but hey, words hurt.
Hobbies/ Interests: Dresses and clothing. Organizers. Southern Cooking. Reading about social class, socialism, and communism. She likes Philosophy. She figures she has all of the time in the world. Why not get really smart or something? Video games. Board games. Anything she feels like her tiny body won't give her a disadvantage on. Job or part time job and description: N/A Full time life escapist. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Never growing up(unfortunately she's living that one). Every conversation the second the other person starts to lean down to talk to her. Death. She's been close, and didn't see or feel anything. She's convinced that a death on this earth means nothing afterward. That thought terrifies her. Driving. Special talents: She can juggle. She actually has a pretty well practiced throwing arm. She's pretty good at organizing a day, and her thoughts. She's a master list writer, and good at making sure the things on those lists get done. At a young age she was tasked with learning the Cello. She still plays today. She is a pretty decent gamer.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral toward good. She wants to do good things, but for slightly selfish reasons. She is totally about herself; it's a bit difficult to think about others a whole lot at her physical age. Even so, her understanding of society and social theory tends to lean her toward wishing for a more altruistic system of society. These two paths of thought wrestle with each other. The well learned 36 year old and the bratty tween in her are at odds when it comes to morality.
Mutations
Mutation description: EllaLouise Gartner lives in a body that is stuck in it's current state of being permanently. She cannot be harmed in any way, be it through crushing, stabbing, exploding, poisoning, dousing in acid, suffocation, etc. She is indestructible. Sounds great, right?
Not so much. She is this way because her body saved her in a state of near death after a terrible accident. Because of the nature of this accident, and how it activated her abilities, she is stuck with that power on for the rest of her life. This means she is also frozen in the exact same form and state she was in when it activated. L will be stuck in the body of a fatally wounded 12 year old for as long as she lives. To make things worse, she was on the tail end of a cold when her power kicked in.
Strengths: She cannot die! Try as you might, nothing will harm her more than she is already harmed. No matter how much she eats, she doesn't gain weight. She doesn't lose weight. Weaknesses and Limitations: She has the combat effectiveness of a 12 year old. Because of her mutation she cannot gain muscle mass. She is presently fatally wounded, so if she should come into contact with an adapted, she will immediately pass out from pain and blood loss. She always feels just a little groggy, like one feels just after being sick. Sometimes she gets the sniffles during stressful situations.
She has all of the disadvantages of being a child on the brink of young adulthood. Hormonal mood
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: She's not even close to strong. the average person could take on two of her in an arm wrestling match, and maybe ask for a third or fourth to join after boredom sets in. She isn't so fast on a straightaway, though her smaller mass in easier to fling to the side if evasive maneuvers are requires. She is rather flexible, and a decent climber. Lots of oak trees down south.
Fighting Style: Rely heavily on the fact that she can't be killed. Go for vulnerable areas. Scream in frustration if someone is actually good at fighting. Throw things at people after you try to run away. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Uh... Not a whole lot going for her, here. Knives might make her more effective, but she doesn't really know how to fight yet, per se.
History Of Your Character October 10th, 1993. It was a dark and stormy night, The Gartner family, Melissa, Erickson, and the little jewel EllaLouise, Were driving home from an estate dinner. Erickson was having a little trouble driving in the weather; his glasses had fallen off at the party, and the damned server had accidentally stepped on them. They happened upon a bit of a turn in the road, when EllaLouise happened to ask her dear old papa an innocent question. What was it, now? The question skips the mind in light of the answer. He looked back to answer, and lost their place on the road just long enough to drive right into the metal median.
The question is still lost, but the answer? Because life isn't always fair, dear.
Police arrived hours later, after a terrible accident had been reported. One look at the scene, and they knew there could be no survivors. That's why it was so surprising when they heard the little girl screaming in the back.
L survived that night, though her survival defied explanation. Her parents didn't make it. She was alone, though left with a notable inheritance from a rather well off family, and two solid life insurance policies. She was left in the care of disinterested relatives who were more than willing to ignore her in their house for a steady stipend, and a terrible, open wound that drove her to a more private living arrangement.
It wasn't long before she noticed something, aside from the obvious, was going on. She didn't burn her mouth when she sipped on soup that was too hot. She tripped and fell, and never once had a scraped knee. She jumped out of her window on a foolish dare to herself and didn't break a single limb. Something amazing was going on... but something was wrong. Her friends at the all girls academy were getting... taller. She didn't grow. Certain things started happening for them that didn't happen for her... Maybe she was a late bloomer?
Four years of being a late bloomer, and her friends started to move on. People started to wonder what was wrong with her. Was it because of the accident? It stunted her growth? Whispers when she walked to the room started to get more bold. Messages left on her locker bore the word 'freak'.
She eventually came to the conclusion that she desperately needed to get out of Texas.
So, when she turned 18 she sold ma and pa's sacred family estate for a cool 2 million and moved to New York! And it was terrible. How could she have thought it was a good idea to move to a place with more people in it? Still, she had spent all of the money that was safe to spend, and, being the incredible shut in she'd become in the years since the crash, was perfectly content to spend most of her time in her new little house, order in groceries, and ignore the world.
She managed to live through her baneful existence through escapism and largely avoiding the world until one day, at the ripe age of 36, she walked into a bank...
Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Puck Where did you learn about this site?: Google, a billion years ago >.> Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Saph, and Roach Sample RP: "Hey there, sweety, this is the line for a teller. Where are your pa-" Ohhhh boy, here we go again. This was why she didn't like public places. "Excuse me?" The reaction was in her nature by now. This poor lady didn't necessarily do anything wrong by reaching out to the adorable little girl standing in the queue at a fairly swanky New York bank, but by gosh little Ellalouise Gartner was going to punish her good deed! "I-" Name tag... Name tag. Where is the name tag. "My name isn't sweety... DEBRA. And I know exactly where I am right now. Do you?" She probably knew where she was. She worked here. Way to screw it up, L, you're totally losing momentum. "Of cour- Little girl, I'm going to have to ask you to-" The lady was reaching for her now. She had to do something to re-assert that moment of authority she'd created when she'd interrupted Deb... Debbie? She looked more like a Deb. "No- I- hey!" She yanked her arm away from the perfume drenched bank employee's grasping digits, and stomped her foot down. "I've got money in this bank, and I'm here to see a @#$^ing teller. Mind your own business you ugly hag! You smell like you tried to replace a shower with Cheep Jovan Musk!" A teller was open. She turned without another word and made a beeline for the open booth.
Deb moved to follow, but slowed to a stop when the girl pulled out her card and started her transaction. She looked around for a moment, and then went back to presumably make someone else's day worse.
The teller looked at her with a sort of bewildered look, which only grew as she produced identification. It was the same old story she always watched play out. The man looked at her ID, looked at her. Looked at the ID to make sure it was real. Looked at her again. Blinked. AAAAND she chimed in, because she was tired of the questions they always asked next. "Yes, it's real, !@#hole, and yes, I am 36 years old. You want a @#$^ing dated birth certificate?"
The man stared for another moment, and then got to typing. "Uhhh... Sorry, kid, looks like the account is frozen." She started speaking before the whole statement registered in her mind.
"I'm not a k- What? What do you mean frozen?"
... Frozen. what?!
"Uh... Lemme see... The account trustee has put a hold on the account."
@#$^ing Aunt EDNA?![i/] She'd poked her weedy little head into L's business just a couple of months ago. The old bag had left in a huff after she saw the condition of the place.
"Are you serious?! I- I want to speak to a manager!"
The man shied back for a moment, and then shrugged, reaching up to call someone forward. Finally, they would get this all cleared up. This was her money. Aunt Edna hadn't had a say about it since before she was 18.
EllaLouise turned, her grumpy, yet slightly triumphant facial expression dropping flat when her eyes landed on a less than amused floor manager.
@#$%ing Deb.
Indeed, dear father. Life really isn't always fair.
