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.
Xavier watched with a bit of a bemused grin when the slightly cold, promiscuous lady opened her door and a cat came out to greet her. Heh... Birds of a feather, huh?
He reached a finger down to say hi, and was soon being floofed upon. "Well, Clyde, nice to meet you as well." He smirked, and looked up.
"Does that make you Bonnie?" It was a stupid reference, but he couldn't resist. He stood up tall after a moment, and looked to her, about to part ways.
"Well, Juniper, I have to say, it was nice meeting you. I hope to get to know you. I feel like there's something really great under all of the unrelenting passes and attempts to undress me with your eyes." He said it in a way that was... surprisingly disarming? Like, he wasn't offended at all, and he really did feel like there was something great.
He then looked over to his door, and bowed a bit respectively. "Have a nice night! And you too, Clyde!"
With that, the tall man turned and walked over to his door. He had a letter to read!
He nodded. "Can you imagine that? Inspiring a whole generation of heroes to help make the world a better place. But I don't want to get ahead of myself. For now, I'll be me, and the rest will fall in line." His brow furrowed for a moment when she mentioned cheesy porn flicks.
Still, he supposed she had a bit of a point with the heater situation. "Well, it's getting cold, and mines working. If you ever need to warm up a little bit you can come over, okay?" He gently set the slightly soggy bags he was holding down next to her door, looking up as she mentioned how long she'd been alone.
"Wow... I'll admit, this is my first time being alone." He wasn't sure what she was talking about when it came to the cult. He only focused on hero-centric news, so a hippy cult existing in Hawaii was new to him. "Do you like living alone?" He was about to do that for the first time, and honestly he was a little nervous at the prospect. No accountability, no safety net? He would have to hold himself to his standards of cleanliness from back home.
Though, honestly, he was sorta sure it would be easier not having to pick up after his dad, too. Hmm... Was his house full of trash by now?
Ohh, had he struck a little bit of a nerve, there? She was hard to draw a reaction from, aside from the obvious, which she reverted back to quickly. Still, it showed that depth to her that interested him just a bit. "No arguing there... Pretty sure he has more solved cases and criminal apprehensions than most of the Heroes in the city... Still, I feel like people feel safer when you don't show up with a scruffy beard smelling a little like alcohol... I am projecting a little bit, though, yeah. I want to be that hero that people see as a shining example. Spotless. I want to make people feel safe just... Knowing someone like me exists."
He Shrugged. "I guess that's probably a little megalomeniacle, but what can I say?"
She mentioned her heater was having troubles. "Oh... Well, if you want I might be able to look at it some time. I'm handy with that kinda stuff, too." His father had lost a lot of... motivation for anything after his mother had passed, so he'd had to take care of such things, and he'd always done better at learning it and fixing it himself rather than getting an expert in and bothering his father to pay.
He turned to her after she mentioned moving a lot, one eyebrow a little quirked. "Huh... You can't be much older than 20... How long have you lived alone?" As he'd mentioned before, this was his first time living alone. She was far more experienced than he at all of this. Hell, he wasn't even paying his own bills at this point.
He gave an affirmative head tilt when she called him a natural. That was the word for it. He'd been called that at so many things by this point that it was sorta old at this point. Not that that stopped him from kindly thanking anyone who went for that compliment. People liked to thank people, why not give them the satisfaction of enjoying it?
His eyebrows lifted a bit as she stated how close she was with her power by now. He was a little jealous as that. He could already do a lot with his tool set, but he still couldn't wait until it all smoothed out even more. He almost asked what her power was, but he'd decided once he knew she was a mutant that he would have to try and guess it. Call it super hero practice. He would have to gauge people's power super fast with little info if he ever had to apprehend other mutants, right?
She chatted him up in the elevator and he nodded thoughtfully. "I think the Masochist is pretty cool... Not a lot of people were so active for so long... I kinda like the Alchemist... Oh, or Cold Steel, though. A little more... I dunno, more heroic? You have to look the part, too, you know? Being unkempt doesn't help with the image. Also... Spandex? Really? In this day and age?" He shook his head shamefully as the doors opened. He walked down the hallway, headed toward his room.
"So, how do you like the complex so far? You mentioned you've been here a month, right?"
He was mid practicing what he was going to say under his breath, when the door opened, and he froze for a half second before reaching up to rub the hair of the back of his head and get out a. "A- Hey! Mister S! It's, oh, got a little something in your teeth, Hey! I'm Xavier Legend, you know, the new kid in Calc." He was way off script. Damn. He'd meant to sound super heroic. Like... The Stoic silent type, you know?
No, though. Any time he ever tried to act in any way that wasn't just... how he was, he always failed. He couldn't help but be true to himself. In this case, he was talking to Shard. He was a legend for his work with Mutant Related crimes, though he hadn't been active with them for... quite some time. What had he been up to lately? Was he just standing awkwardly? Change the subject!
"Hey, Great job teaching today. I have a feeling I'm going to learn a lot from you! Anyway, that's not important. Well, it is, but not as important as." His slightly nervous rambling suddenly gave way to a serious firmness backed by certainly as his voice hardened.
"Mr.S, I am here to become a member of the X-Men." He sealed it with a nod.
His first day had been a breeze! It turned out living off campus and pre-registering beforehand made the paperwork here pretty simple. He was able to jump right into his classes with little incident. He stood out like a sore thumb, of course, being 6'5, chiseled like a statue with a smooth complexion and a winning smile. No one seemed to want to bother him a whole lot past blushing profusely and asking him for his number. He'd collected eight numbers so far, which was great, because he needed new friends!
He'd been picked first for teams in Basket Ball, and had helped his team dominate. He'd gotten called on in history and knew the answer. His father's prep had set him up well for that pop-quiz in Calculus!
Everything was moving swimmingly. Now he just needed to make his move... The one toward what was really important here. He could do well and be popular in... pretty much any highschool. This was the only one he could become one of the X-Men in.
He stood before an intimidating door. Not the door itself, mind you, he could beat pretty much any door in a fight. No, this door was opportunity, and all he had to do was knock. He straightened his shirt, and reached up to knock on the office door of one Professor Tetsuya Shinbo, X-Person Extraordinaire.
He maintained steady eye contact as he replied to her comment about this all being meant to be. "I have always believed in fate." He let the tension of the moment hold for just a second before they started moving again. He looked up at the apartment when she asked about his powers.
"I've had my powers...about a week. I'm pretty solid with them already. I've always been good that things like that." He shrugged a bit. By the time she keyed in the code to the door he was already reaching for it. Modern chivalry was second nature to him, to the point where he'd once held the door open for someone at a convention hall and been stuck there for 5 minutes as people flowed in. It was okay, though, lots of people said thanks. Some said sorry. He just smiled through it.
Her going to the mail slots reminded him as well, and he jumped to checking his own. "Your power must be second nature to you by now, then, after having it so long." The ever present smile on his face widened as he saw a letter for his dad in his box. That was just like pops, to take time from his busy day to write his son. He held the letter in his free hand as he turned to wait for the elevator with her.
"I am, actually. My first day is tomorrow. I plan to speak to someone about joining the X-Men as well. It's an honored institution, and has had a hand in raising some of the most prolific heroes in the city. I figure it's a great way to get a head start." He nodded as the doors opened and he walked in, pressing the 3 button, and pausing to look over to her.
Was she... trying to cheer him up? Wow. There was more to her than met the eye. He smiled once more. "There's more to it than that, I think, but thank you... I've only just started, honestly, but I plan to do great things."
He was relieved when she didn't sweat the dirty bags too much. Wow, though, they were really pricey, and she just... shrugged it off... Was she loaded? I mean, he came from decent money, but not throw away Gmuuchi money. He stepped in to help her pick things up when she offered to show him a magic trick.
He smirked a little bemused until she flicked a shirt, and all of the dirt and stains just... flew right off. The smirk became a jaw dropped expression immediately. "W... Wow! Juniper! That was so cool!" He snatched up the shirt to examine it closely. Woah. It really was clean and crisp. "That... Was probably the coolest magic trick I've ever seen!"
He was geeking out a bit, honestly. This big hulking man showed an almost child-like excitement at this turn of events. Truth be told, powers, and things like this always got his goat. He was fascinated by everything super natural. He realized was getting distracted, and jumped to helping gather the rest of the stuff, and heading toward the apartment building
"So you're a mutant, then? Like me? Wow... What are the odds. Us meeting like this, being neighbors, and both also having mutations?" One in a million, likely.
"Please watch where you are going, citizen!" He projected after the cyclist, who replied with a middle finger in his general direction. He looked down to the woman in his arms, and blinked a few times as she walked her fingers up his chest. He nodded when she said she was going to avoid it in her own way, and he stood her up gently, dusting off her shoulders and using it as a way to put her at arms length.
"Sorry, I didn't want to presume you couldn't avoid it yourself, but I couldn't stop myself when it started getting close." He seemed a bit disappointed in himself for jumping forward. He figured he should have trusted her confidence. She seemed to have it in droves, and he had this inkling that she had something to back it up. He wanted to get better at trusting that gut feeling, as detailed in the Blue Torches hero instruction guide ('How I did it: A Super Hero's Journey').
She remarked on how they were complex buddies. He nodded, smiling a bit at that, but not really acknowledging the eyebrow waggle. She was an interesting one, he looked forward to getting to know her.
He'd never lived on his own before, so it might be nice to start working on a support network now. Being a Superhero could be quite stressful, by all accounts. "Huh. What do you know, I'm 25 on the third floor. We're neighbors!" He paused, as if something occurred to him suddenly. He had to put down her bags in a bit of a hurry... A frown played on his lips as his brow furrowed.
"Oh... Looks like I accidentally put your bags in the gutter. Sorry about that..."
"Yes, I do. I was planning on being a history major, before destiny called." Not that history was all fun and games; it was a lot of memorizing dates, locations, motivations... But for a chance to really see into the hearts of the heroes of the past. "But, it did call, so no I'm doing this."
He watched she started to move rather carelessly, walking backwards through an occupied crosswalk. Part of him wondered if that same thing he thought he saw might happen again... He watched carefully, and apologized briefly to the woman who swerved. His apologies tended to go off without a hitch when people got a good look at him.
"Huh... It's a small world, Juniper. I live in the Crestfield Apartments as well! Just moved in a couple days ago... Heh, I think my new neighbor just moved in, too. I haven't seen them yet, thou-"
VWOOM- He acted without thinking as a speeding bicyclist zoomed into sight, and right at her. He repelled himself from the earth, and shot to the side with great speed, and then back at an angle to aim to wrap his arms gently around her and move her just to the side, spinning her a bit and supporting her head in a lean down to disperse force and avoid injuring her with the sudden movement.
If all went according to plan, the bike would scream past harmlessly, and he would be embracing her in a dancer's dip sort of pose.
"Like I said, I think it's a nice name. There are a lot of Ashleys, Megans, and Bellas running around. Not too many Junipers." He blushed a bit when she called his phone a dinosaur, and sheepishly took it back after she put her number into it.
"I guess it's always good to have more friends, right?" He saved her name under that number. He now had two contacts in his phone. Three, if you counted the school's general line.
His eyebrows lifted when she compared him to Adonis. He shrugged a bit, obviously appreciative of the complement. His eyes were drawn back when she was about to hit someone, but... didn't. Did he see that wrong? He sidestepped the businessman politely as she started talking again. He seemed to have a little more focus on her than before. What was that?
She compared herself to Aphrodite, and he chuckled. "Well, you are pretty like Aphrodite, but I don't know if comparing us to them together is accurate. They were lovers, and we've only just met." Xavier shifted the bags to his other hand as they stopped on the corner.
"Oh. Do you live near here?" He looked a little surprised.
He chuckled a bit, and said. "Nice pun." in reference to her suit joke. He did like a good play on words!
She spun around to walk backward while she talked "Huh... Juniper. That's a nice name." He kept an eye on where they were going as he walked, aware that she was watching him closely again. "I'm very certain I will. I'm not sure... I've always known, honestly." That was an easy one to miss, he wasn't big on turning every day phrases into double entendre.
He paused when she asked for his phone, but shrugged, and dug into his pocket, pulling out an old Rokia Flip phone and handing it to her. "Not much to look at, but it's pretty much indestructible. Have you lost yours, Juniper?" He looked about for a moment to see if he could spot a dropped device.
Hm. Nothing. Maybe she didn't have a phone? That didn't seem likely. He knew at least a few of the bags of the brands he was holding. No one with this much money was without a phone.
He allowed her to take her time looking him up and down, still smiling keenly as she took in the sights of his reassuring presence. She said something back. Some sort of quip or something? He'd missed the exact wording, reached up to scratch the back of his head when she winked at him. Oh my, this woman was a bit of a character, wasn't she? His father had told him something or other about woman that looked at you like that... Was it a warning? Right! He'd told him to say something long the lines of 'Begone, THOT!'
He couldn't do that, though! He didn't even know what THOT standed for, and she seemed like a nice lady, if a bit forward. Sure, there were those questions one's mind asked themselves... But no! He had to know his value! And it was more than his meat!
Xavier maintained a kind smile as he leaned down to scoop up the bags she'd been struggling with easily in one hand. "Oh, no need to go that far, Ma'am, but I can certainly help you to your car, or a nearby location!" Why would he want to see her bed, exactly? How random.
She started walking and he followed a few steps behind. Very oddly, she asked what he thought he might taste like? Oh, it was some sort of 'get to know you' sort of game? Of course! How charming! "I'd like to think a mixture of... Destiny, and justice. I'm going to be a big Super Hero, after all! I'm Xavier, by the way. Or.. One In A Million!" He stopped in his tracks to turn and do a flexing pose as he said his Super Hero name, using his ability to push his cape off of his back, effectively billowing it in the nonexistant wind.
He held the pose a moment, and then started walking again. "What's your name, Miss?"
It was impossible not to grin. Looking up at the vast skyscrapers, down at the busy streets, and around at the people. He was in New York City! This was where it would all begin, his heroic tale, no, his legend! It was all there for the taking, the sweet fruit of the big apple!
Xavier was clenching a fist in the air above his face without even thinking about it. He released his gloved hand, and looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to him. It was hard not to, honestly, he was 6'5, built like a Greek god, and dressed in a very 'nail on the head' red white and blue super hero costume with a flowing red cape hanging from it.
He stood out.
If his book on how to be a proper super hero(Blue Torch's 'How I Did It: A Super Hero's Journey') had told him anything, it was important to start by being presentable, and out in the public eye. People had to see that he was there to protect them... And he was!
He was so there!
Woo!
Yeaaaah!
Nothing was happening. Weren't there supposed to be crimes happening everywhere in New York? It was pretty normal here, if a bit crowded. No crime yet, though. Oh! He could do community service while he waited for the next bank robbery to thwart! He looked around, and saw an old lady looking to cross a street. Hah! A perfect opportunity! He hustled forward, smiling his biggest smile.
"Hello, Miss, would you like some help across the street?" He asked, his voice bold, firm, and yet polite. The old woman looked up at him confused, but appreciative of the help.
As soon as that was done, he smiled and took another look around, waving a polite goodbye. What next? Were there any cats stuck in trees? He placed his hands on his hips, and shifted a bit when someone pushed around him on the sidewalk. Right, he had to be careful to mind where he was hero posing.
Off... to the side- there! Safely hero posing out of the way. Any time now something big would happen.
Aaaaaany time.
He paused as he saw a woman nearby sipping a coffee and struggling with several bags of... What, groceries? No, products from retail establishments. Maybe he should head to one of those to patrol for thieves! Til then, though, there was this poor woman struggling to move all of this stuff. He jogged over to help.
"Hello there, Ma'am! Would you like some help with your bags? I can surely give you a hand!" He asked, smiling widely at the woman while reaching for the nearest handful of bags.
Character's full name: Xavier Legend Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: One in a Million Gender: Male Age: 17 Date of Birth: 1/1/2003 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Memphis Tennessee Nationality: USA, USA, USA! Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasion
Appearance
Hair color and style: Blonde, usually in a messy sort of fauxhawk Skin Tone: Very Scandanavian Eye Color: A deep, solid blue Height: 6’5 Build: Looks like he’s preparing for a bodybuilding Pose Competition Visible mutation: None! Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None! Other features: His eyes are a little… beady?
Everyday clothing style: Uniform: He sports a (very well) home made costume with the number One Million scribed across it. Sleepwear: He Sports Pyjamas that mimic his Super Hero Costume, but are soft and fleecy. Miscellaneous clothing: He is very rarely seen outside of costume, and when he is, it’s because he accidentally blew all of his clothing off. Oops!
Character
Personality: Xavier is… Well, he’s something. All of his life, he has wanted to be a Hero. His desires embody his personality almost perfectly. If one could imagine all of the best comic hero traits rolled up into one, that is him. He is honest to a fault. He always tries to do the right thing, and he doesn’t just try, either. He possesses the conviction to get things done. He’s a born natural at pretty much any physical task he picks up. He has a perfect smile, that he employs with no desire to flaunt or manipulate others.
In short. You just want to punch him for being so… Him.
He has always had that sort of aura about him. Whenever he played sports, people on his team felt like everything was going to go their way because he was there, and people who played against him were sad to lose, but happy it was to such a gosh darn good guy.
It’s not a huge stretch to wonder what is beneath that thick heroic shell. A deep need and desire to be loved and adored by everyone? A punishing self doubt that pushes him to be better than he is, and never accepts anything but an unattainable perfection of self? A crippling fear of failure?!
Nope, None of those things. He’s just that good.
Hobbies/ Interests: Before he discovered his power last week? Why, Hero LARPs, of course. On top of that, working out, Parkour, Martial arts, Pretty much anything that would make him better at Hero LARPing. Job or part time job and description: Daddy is supportive and neatly Middle Class Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Normal Human fears. Clowns, Spiders, Failure. Nothing really shakes him to his core, though. He always stays positive. Special talents: A lot. He is a natural at almost anything he picks up. He has experience with Moto Cross, Skateboarding, Parkour, Muay Thai Kickboxing, Boxing, BJJ, HEMA, and he is a darn good LARPer.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: He’s such a good boy.
Mutations
Mutation description: Repulsion! Xavier’s ability is that of being able to force things away from him at varying speeds. This manifests in many different ways. The main ones are as follows: Single object repulsion: Xavier touches an object, and it is flung away from him at a high speed. This can be a physical object of any mass, about the size of a compact car or smaller. This object can be moving toward him at a high speed, or stationary/Etc, he will still be able to repel it, though he must be able to see it and make skin contact with it. If he chooses an object greater than his size limit, he is instead thrown away from it at a high speed.
Mass, Small object repulsion: Xavier plants both feet, and emits an outward field of steady repulsion that affects objects he cannot see. He is planted in place when this happens, but is impervious to most outside attacks when in this position. Because of the nature of this repulsion, he cannot breathe while it is in effect, and thus, can only hold this as long as he can hold his breath. People nearby would feel a heavy wind-like pressure as air particles are thrown away from him at high speeds in this stance. Repulsive Eruption: Xavier pushes all of his strength into one outburst, and sends out a wave of repulsive energy that can literally bring the house down, depending on how sturdy the house is. This blows his clothes off. Being near him when this happens is not a good idea. After this attack, he is unable to repulse for one minute, after which his abilities begin returning to him slowly. Strengths: He is awarded a good deal of versatility with this mutation, and can be pretty difficult to harm if he knows you are coming. Guns are useless against his small object repulsion field, and physical attacks as a whole are difficult to get off if he sees you coming. Weaknesses and Limitations: He cannot aim his repulsion very well, meaning while he can bounce things off of him to throw them at other people, the area he ends up flinging said objects at is general. His ability is largely close range, due to it being touch-based. The Eruption leaves him with naked and powerless for one minute. He is fixed in one location while using his Mass Repulsion, and thus he cannot attack while blocking things like bullets.
Powergrowth: 1/13/21
Growth description:
Attraction: Xavier has gained the mirror ability to his Repulsion skillset. It works very similarly, but with the exact opposite polarity. Xavier will gain the ability to pull any object smaller than a '94 Geometro Fusion toward him provided he has made skin, or through clothes contact with it in the past 12 months. Should the object be larger than said car, he will instead be pulled toward the object.
The focal point of the attraction will be based on the exact spot he has touched. The speed at which he moves, or the objects move is variable, dependent on his will, but not able to meet or get close to any sort of supersonic speeds. In relation to moving toward, or away from objects himself, his repulsion will gain distanced activation, meaning he will be able to use repulsion and attraction to pick how far away he is from something he's touched. This will essentially give him the ability to 'fly', provided he is surrounded by surfaces he has touched within the last year.
Strengths: Flying is cool! He will suddenly have much more control over how his power plays out. The longer he has been in a place, the more he has touched things in it, the more effective he is in that place. This makes him highly effective in, say, his home town, or NYC. There doesn't seem to be any limitation on how much, or how often he can use this ability.
Weaknesses/limitations: If he hasn't touched it in the last rolling 12 month period, he has no control over it. In regards to affecting living objects, he is only able to affect the last being he's touched, and only once per instance of contact. He needs two points of reference to focus on while 'flying', meaning he can't just launch himself into the sky and hover there; he has to be at a stopping point between two points he's touched in the past. In order to effectively fly throughout the city, he will have to find a way to make contact with most of the city's surfaces at some point. He may have to take up window cleaning. He is only able to concentrate on two instances at any one time. This means he can do things like, fly, and repel attacks, but cannot attack with his powers while doing those things.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: He’s got it all. The muscles, the stamina, the speed. He can reach the top shelf, and yet still nimbly touch the floor with his palms with no problem. Fighting Style: 60’s style batman fighting? He knows how to do holds, and how to keep range and jab, but gosh does it feel good to hit someone with a good hook and imagine a grand onomatopoeia in the background. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: It gets the job done in satisfying style, but if someone’s really accomplished as a fighter they will see telegraphed moves from a mile away. It’s really only effective because of his athletic nature.
History Of Your Character Xavier was born to a middle class couple with a somewhat turbulent relationship. Early on he developed the ability to learn by seeing things done wrong, and deciding to do it right. Tenuous bonds were strengthened by tragedy when his Mother fell terminally ill. During this time he and his father watched as her health steadily declined, and they all supported each other the best they could. One coping mechanism he took to while living through this unfair ordeal was the escapism of super hero comic books. It was comforting for him to be able to go to a place where issues were black and white and the good always won out in the end. His idolization grew over time, and he started to foster this feeling… like he was meant to be like them. A Hero.
When he was 10, his mother passed away. His father leaned on him for emotional support, and he in turn learned to become a pillar for the needs of others. Being the support for others can be draining, though, and so he spent his time escalating his escapism. His father supported his every tangential desire, as well; He wanted to join a super hero LARP? Heck yeah, let’s design your suit! Want a motorbike? Here’s a motorbike! Karate Lessons? Sure! Bored of Karate? Boxing! Everything he wanted, he got; such were the perks of emotionally supporting someone who was very aware they needed you, and could not give back what you gave them. With all of this, as he grew, so did his convictions. Every day, he prepared, and he caught every LARP event he could, becoming somewhat of a figure in the Hero LARP communities, and all the while feeling like he was destined for something more.
He had to be a mutant, right? It was meant to be. One in a million were special like that, and he knew he was too.
That’s why, while playing a game of basketball, when he launched the ball 500 feet in the air on accident, he knew exactly what had happened, and what he was going to do.
He was a mutant, and he was going to go be a Hero in New York.
That’s what all of them did these days, right?
Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Puck! Where did you learn about this site?: Calley’s Googlemancy brought me here. Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who:Saphirus, Doc, L Sample RP: It was the right thing to do. The young man set his jaw once again, looking in the mirror, and standing tall and proud. His bags were all packed, his dad was looking for his keys, and he was staring in the mirror in the bathroom. Xavier took another deep breath as he looked over his suit once more. He was starting to feel like this was all a bit vain, but reminded himself that it was important to make sure everything was fitting right. Still, he couldn’t help but smile a bit. He looked like a hero.
“You look great, son.” a quick glance revealed his shorter father looking in on him with a somewhat tired smile. They’d been sewing the new suit all night. He’d accidentally blown up the last one yesterday.
“Thanks Pops…” He turned and looked at the older man, smiling fondly as he walked up to place a hand on his shoulder. “You sure you’re gonna be okay here alone? I don’t have to go…”
His father shook his head firmly. “No, no, you do. That place needs you, son. More than this town does. You know I’ll get by. I got my job to keep me busy.” They shared a beat, and then broke it off. “Well, c’mon Hero. Let’s get you to the train station.”
Hours later, Xavier Legend was standing in New York City, staring up at the apartment building his father had found. It was a bit of a rough neighborhood, but that’s what he was looking for, and it was close to the School they’d enrolled him to. Heh, the place shared his first name.
He could have chosen to live on campus, apparently, but that would get in the way of his real reason for being here. He had a lot of work to do, he could tell already. Undaunted, he took a contented deep breath of the strange city air, and stepped into the old building. It would be easy to say, at this point, that he wasn’t ready for this city, and what living here entailed… But it might be just as correct to say that it also wasn’t ready for him.
