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.
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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.
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Posted by Gulliver Bias on Mar 1, 2020 8:52:30 GMT -6
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Gully had been on the phone for a while now, desperately trying to plead his case. It had been almost a month since he arrived in New York and he still hadn't managed to 'set up shop' on behalf of his gang. His boss was beginning to grow impatient.
"Bruh i'm doing all i can, but i'm by myself out here man, what y'all expect!?"
"Look bruh i told you from the beginning. Profit or not, Boss expected the 'food' to be gone by now, but from what you tellin us, you been out five weeks and haven't pulled a single customer. What i'm 'posed to tell Bossman?"
The sun was beginning to take it's place in the sky, stars still visible as it slowly crept its way up. For Gully it just marked another fruitless day without any sleep. Typically, Gully gave off a sense of cool, but as time continued to tick on, he was starting to lose his swagger a bit. The constant tension of living and trying to establish a base in enemy territory, coupled with the fear that his 'friends' could visit him at any given moment, had him more than a bit on edge.
"Listen Vic, i need you to buy me some time fam. I promise i'll have this taken care of, just put a hold on the next care package and give me a week bruh please."
Vic stayed silent, but Gully could feel him sighing and rolling his eyes on the other end.
"i'll see what i can do."
"Thanks brodie."
"eat my a-" Before Vic could finish, Gully stopped at the sound of something clattering to the concrete behind him. Then a voice piped up.
"Wallet. Hand it over,"
"The f***?"
Gully turned to look over his shoulder, but no one was there. At least, no one he could see. Instead, sat on the ground was a lone flip phone. He'd seen these before when he was little, but coming face to face with one again, it felt like he was staring at a fossil.
"Gully? Gully you there?"
He brought the phone up to his face slowly.
"Imma call you right back fam."
He looked up to quickly scan about for his mystery assailant, almost certain he was stood down the alley directly to his left. He taunted into space, opting not to look directly down the alley.
"I'll give it to you with a kiss if you lemme see your face."
Posted by Gulliver Bias on Feb 28, 2020 8:53:14 GMT -6
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FINALLY. After what felt like forever Gully could finally see a glimmer of hope. The duo had trekked in awkward silence since all the way back at the alley, but seeing that red roof in the middle of the dimly lit street gave him a second wind. Gully and the mystery man continued to hobble along until they were just across the road from the store. He took quick notice of a duo stood out front of the store. /This could be bad/ he thought to himself. Anyone stood out front of a store at this time was either homeless, or looking for trouble. Gully was all too used to setup, wait outside a store or an alley and wait for someone vulnerable to come by. At which point all you had to do was stalk them on the way out and nine times out of ten, you'd score yourself a small fortune courtesy of the idiot who thought 3 am was the perfect time to hit up a run down servo. He eyed the duo as they crossed the street, Gully let up on the limping a bit as not to alert the two strangers. If they were 'bad guys' a faux leg injury would do more harm than good at this point. Helmet Guy broke the tension for a moment as they approached.
“So what’s your name? I’m Cheshire. Usually like to know who I’m buying cigs for. Been referring to you as Guy in my head, and gee that seems impersonal.”
"Gully." He replied flatly not taking his eyes off the men. The two strangers looked up as Cheshire and Gully approached, it seemed like the short one was talking about them, but Gully wasn't sure. As funny as the two may have looked, what with Gully's purple bunny slippers and Cheshire's whole 'fit, the men standing opposite looked equally as suspicious. Your classic comedy duo, 'The Muscle' with the backwards baseball cap and dark facial hair, and The Rat' with the slim build and scruffy blonde 'do. Gully pressed a hand on Cheshire's chest, signalling for him to stop as he eyed out the other guys. The skinny one was the first to talk.
"y'all alright?" He asked, cigarette between his fingers.
"We look alright?" Gully asked, an arm still draped over Cheshire's shoulder. The big guy made eyes towards Gully and Cheshire, before tapping lightly on the glass door which was closed behind him. It was at this point Gully realized what was happening. The blonde spoke again, taking up as assuring a tone as he could muster up.
"Shop's closed man. Should be another one a few blocks from here though."
Gully stared hard at the man, adrenaline beginning to rise.
"few blocks huh?" he replied sounding sarcastic, almost bored.
Posted by Gulliver Bias on Feb 23, 2020 7:16:37 GMT -6
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"Are you two punks the ones who f****d with Lucian?"
The duo turned to the mouth of the alley to face a burly and rather upset looking mountain of a man. /This prick just say Lucian?/ The two watched as metal cloaked the mans body from all sides, clanking into place until his entire body was encased. The man stared out into the alley before turning his attention to Gully.
"You look like the punk, alright. Think you can pop one off at someone in this neighborhood without running into trouble? You picked the wrong city.
Gully, already upset, was about to pipe up. But before he could speak...
"Hey, maybe we should take it easy before we start causing more problems. You sure you got the right kid?"
Gully turned to face the woman. She didn't seem scared, but from those words he could tell she definitely didn't want beef with this guy. /Some street kid you turned out to be/. Gully laughed an annoying giggle which turned to a full faced belly crunching bellow, stopping the man momentarily. He only stopped laughing to cough after choking on his spittle. Finally he took one last long puff of his cigarette before tossing the remains to the concrete. He turned his attention once more to the woman.
"Wowee sis, all that tough talk from earlier and you go scary from big chungus over there?" Gully taunted making sure the man could hear him.
"F*** you say b-"
"You heard me Shrek! What you think i'm scared cos i pissed in your swamp? I put a break in your boy's teeth and imma do the same to your b**** a**" Gully brushed The woman's shoulder with the back of his hand, pushing her slightly to the side and stepping out; a flash of light dissipated from said shoulder as soon as it appeared.
"Wait here Fiona, we can make out after i chop your exes head off." Gully approached at a similar speed to the man. He had the Colt on him and wasn't afraid to use it, but he wanted to prove something to the random ghost lady. He wanted to show her that (brash as he was) he was no punk and that he could throw hands with anyone. Even if said person was a hippo cloaked in steel. Instead he opted for the slightly more respectable yet equally distasteful knuckle dusters. He popped them onto his right hand from his butt pocket, leaving his hand behind his body as he approached to hide the weapon.
"I'm gonna rip you up and feed you to my Rotty kid!" Gully didn't speak instead answering with a sucker punch straight for the mans jaw from way back at his hip. His fist crossed the mans face with a gong like ring, but he stood unfazed. Gully on the other hand wasn't so fortunate. Almost as soon as his brass knuckled fist made contact with the giant's jaw, his hand seized up. He grabbed at the his wrist as pain shot through it, his fingers frozen in the shape of a claw as he tried desperately to shake some feeling back into them. The man laughed folding his arms.
"They never learn."
Before Gully could even fully register what had happened, he was met with a fist to his own mid section. The blow landed with a sickening thud instantly knocking the air out of the boy and lifting him a few inches off the ground. He landed pathetically on his knees and shins, folded over and clutching at his belly as blood once again started to spew from his nose and mouth. The man reached down to pick Gully up from his shirt, only to have it rip away from his body. He then instead grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced him up. Gully screamed as he was forced up, suspended about a foot from the floor, but the man taunted through his cries.
"What was that you said? Something about chopping my head off?" Gully continued to shout before another unprotected shot sent his limp body flying across the alley and directly towards the woman.
Posted by Gulliver Bias on Feb 20, 2020 8:06:34 GMT -6
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Gully watched carefully as the woman stepped out from the wall, the greenish glow from before dissipated as she did so.
"You survive on the streets, you learn cheap tricks. Life doesn't follow a rule book." she waved away the pack. Gully scoffed at the action, returning the small box to his pocket as he continued to puff away. It was obvious this woman wasn't fazed by him.
"If you don't hit girls, why does it matter what wall I'm walking through? I've been in this city longer than you've been alive, kid. I could easily watch it chew you up and spit you out without batting an eye." The woman taunted as she circled him to one side, maintaining an arms length between them. She had a finesse about her, a quiet confidence. Gully could typically dominate most social interactions with his brash, arrogant and loud personality coupled with his outlandish appearance. But this woman seemed different. Bold and unshakable, she stood firm before him; every step seemed calculated. She was like the anti-Gully, Someone at the other end of the spectrum who handled things with a little less left to chance. Gully laughed.
"Kid? pfft." Gully didn't appreciate the term. He took notice of the scars layered about the woman's arms.
"I'm no Kellogg's Tiger, but I've earned my stripes sis. And old as you are, you still gotta look up to see my face."
He closed the gap between them, stopping close enough to look down on her.
"I don't hit girls, but i'll slap a b**** if that's what this is." He took a deep inhale of the cancer stick, blowing it directly towards her face in a long and slow exhale.
Posted by Gulliver Bias on Feb 19, 2020 6:48:19 GMT -6
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And there you have it. Just like in the movies, these 'good guy' types followed the same script, unable to turn away a boy in need. Gully reached for the... hand? He retracted for a moment, noticing some seemingly missing appendages. He stared for an uncomfortable yet short amount of time before panning his head up to meet the visor of the persons helmet. The painted smile didn't give off the kind of 'save the day' vibes Gully had associated with this character. He smiled a crooked and nervous grin before finally taking the strangers three fingered hand and plopping an arm over his shoulder. He leaned some weight on him to give off the impression his leg was still busted.
"So Mr? You said somethin about a store nearby?" Gully chirped as the two stood at the end of the alley. Gully was unfamiliar with the area so he was more than happy to tag along with This 'freak' until he could get to the store. At that point a quick bullet to the chest of the store keeper and 'Helmet Guy' would at least secure him the cash register and a pack of cigs. Jeez a cigarette sounded great right about now.
(OOC somehow even less words buy hey, we boutta drop the hottest mixtape of 2020)
Posted by Gulliver Bias on Feb 16, 2020 7:21:51 GMT -6
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The woman came back fast "You can try to steal all you want, but you would be better saving your energy to stop that busted nose of yours."
Gully's face tightened at the remark, brimming with anger and embarrassment. If he were back at school, the line definitely would have prompted some "oooohs" from the crowd. Gully didn't appreciate it. He watched unfazed as a green energy enveloped part of the woman's body, at which point she slid her arm straight through the wall. Was she taunting him?
"I have picked my fair share of bad fights, but even I know not to attack someone who walks through walls. And does it look like I'm judging? Hell, I'd throw you another drink if it would help with the headache you're going to have later."
Gully continued to stare in silence, save for the odd blood sniffle here and there. It was hard to give off intimidating vibes when you were staring through irritated eyes and a possibly broken nose. The woman offered him a choice.
"So you pick: try to attack someone who can't be hit, or save some face."
Gully, contrary to his typical self, pondered the choice before him. Maybe it was the pain of having had his face kicked in, or maybe it was because some blonde decided to walk through a wall and offer up some help after being threatened by a guy with his name across his jaw. Then again it was probably because of a concussion. But since coming here, Gully was quickly learning that for better or for worse (currently for the latter) he was stuck in this s******e city. He didn't have street cred, or his family, or the security of a gang behind him. More importantly, he didn't have many friends. Stood in that random alley, he was just a 16 year old kid in a big city with scribbles on his arms and face.
The tears had stopped by now, but his eyes were beginning to itch. He pulled his sweater off and blew his nose into it, letting blood and guck spew out. He wiped once more at his face at the remaining tears, before tossing the sweater to the floor. He reached at a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, bringing the packet up to his mouth and biting one out.
"That's a real cheap trick bro." Gully remarked as he lit up the stick. He held out the box in the woman's direction, motioning for her to take one.
"I don't hit girls and i'm not afraid of no ghosts either, so this time you pick: step outta that wall and say that s*** to my face, or go haunt someone else Moaning Myrtle."
(OOC brooo i love your art! You drew my boy PERFECT <3)
Posted by Gulliver Bias on Feb 14, 2020 9:52:34 GMT -6
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“I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you again, man. I don’t have any cigarettes. I don’t smoke-"
Gully was done. Would he really kill someone for no reason other than being a minor annoyance? Maybe. Gully Put ink on his face on a whim, would it be so far beyond him to shoot someone over nothing?
But—“ Gully's train of thought ground to a halt.
"But what?" Gully asked, no longer hiding the fact he was annoyed. He watched as the helmet turned for the mouth of the alley. He caught a glimpse of the weird smile, painted on.
“If you come with me, I can help get you some at the nearest convenience store. I’ve had terrible days too. Maybe a cig will help us sort things out. At least you have your health. I’ve been beaten up by multiple guys. Been stabbed and nearly bled out. You’re lucky they only took your phone.”
Gully giggled a little. The thought of the two of them struggling down the empty street for a cigarette was hilarious considering he'd just had murder on his mind. Was everyone in this city such a frickin hero? That being said...
"You had me at cig fam." Gully smiled through gold teeth. He hobbled a few steps towards the man. The pain... it was starting to ease up? It seemed as though nothing was broken, otherwise he wouldn't be able to put weight on it. But he couldn't let his 'hero' see that. He continued to hobble a few steps before dropping to a knee.
"argh-" Gully was down to hands and one knee. He was really trying to sell it. Hopefully he could get this guy to carry him to the convenience store and FINALLY he'd be able to put some work in. He reached a hand out to the man.
"You mind fam?"
(OOC Sorry for short ass post, works got me DEEAD. More substance in future posts, Pinky swear.)
Posted by Gulliver Bias on Feb 14, 2020 9:14:45 GMT -6
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Gully stepped back to avoid collision. He wasn't even midway through his little episode before she suddenly appeared.
A woman, dirty blonde hair tied in scruffy pigtails, dressed in a casual green Tee, half-size black hoodie and some cargo pants. Nothing too extravagant, she could fall unnoticed in most crowds. Except for the fact that she was currently protruding from a brick wall, arms folded. The skin on her neck and forearms were painted with cuts and burns.
"Aren't you a bit young to be drinking?" the woman asked ever so condescendingly, or at least that's how Gully interpreted it. He briskly wiped at his nose and face, not that it stopped the bleeding.
"You trynna get your ghost nose broken auntie?" Gully grumbled in response, his voice spiking through the tears and puberty.
"Don't know what kind of currency they use in limbo, but i'll snatch your spirit purse if you try me!" he threatened as his nose continued to gush.
(OOC soz for this short ass post and highkey wack art. Work got me dead as and i didn't want to leave this too long, more substance in future promise.)
Posted by Gulliver Bias on Feb 11, 2020 8:15:47 GMT -6
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Gully was having a s*** night. Since moving to this city most nights definitely fell under the same description, but for a Friday tonight was just not his night. Gully was moping about aimlessly, Henny in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He'd quickly come to realize, his name didn't hold the same pedigree out here as it did back in Broward. Bouncers were alot less chill about the whole "My face card good, ask about me" thing. Being 16 and drunk in public was also a big "no no" and after being tossed from different lines time and time again, Gully decided to take to the streets. It didn't take long to find trouble.
"Hey..."
Gully turned instinctively to face the source of the noise. His vision was iffy but he made out the silhouette of a woman. Curvy one at that.
"Hey auntie, what you want?"
The woman giggled in response. "let me see you right quick."
Gully wobbled over intently, spilling alcohol with every step. He tripped up on a curb just outside his obstructed periphery, but the mystery woman held him straight.
"whoa baby don't go fallin' on me now."
Gully tried to catch her eye as she hoisted him up.
"Whoa, sorry lady. You're just so pretty i must've hurrrrk-"
Gully fell suddenly. The arms that held him up seemed to suddenly have collapsed under him, as he fell hard shoulder first into his own up chuck. Outside of the woman's high pitched squeels and curses, Gully could hear another voice. Much deeper, much less bubbly and probably belonging to someone alot less curvy.
"Are you f****** kidding me Lucian!? I told you some dumb s*** like this was gon' happen. Got me hoe'in out here like your other b******-"
"Babe, all you had to do was bring him to the alle-"
"LOOK AT MA SHIT LUCIAN!! LOOK AT IT!"
Gully grabbed at "Lucian's" pants, clawing his way up to a prone. He looked up at the woman, who looked like someone spilled clam chowder over her.
"Aw man, where'd that other girl go?" Gully chuckled as the man tried to shuck him off. The woman struck a look at her man that would send shivers down any mans spine. Lucian knew what he had to do. Without hesitation Lucian turned a full 180 degrees, pivoting on the foot Gully was holding. At the same time he brought his other foot back from Gully's vision, and once it reached its apex, cracked gully mouth and nose first with a knee Gully wasn't in any condition to defend. Gully was knocked back to a seated position, totally taken aback as his Hennessy bottle Shattered on the road. His nose started to run and his eyes began to tear up as the man prepared to rush him. But before the man could reach him Gully ripped a shot through his thigh from hist Colt 25. The woman ran faster than anyone in 6 inch heels probably should, as the man fell side first clutching at his leg and wailing in pain. Gully popped off another two shots at the man, missing both. Angry as he was, he was also drunk, crying and bleeding from his mouth and nose. He jumped to his feet, stomping over to the man who was now unconscious.
"What the hell guy!?" Gully cried, his voice cracked throughout the short sentence. "I was just trynna slide and you kicked my f****** s***!?" Gully kicked at the body trying to solicit a response. The man was breathing but didn't say anything. Gully could hear sirens. The flashing lights in the distance. He stared once more at the man. He stomped with his heel at the guys nose, breaking it instantly. "We good now."
And just like that, Gully was back. By back, of course i mean another nameless alley only a short distance away, with a bloody nose and teary eyes, but back nonetheless. Gully stood in the middle of the alley alone, trying to let this anger dissipate. He kicked at a trash bag on the floor, as rats scattered into the litter and cracks in the walls.
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This guy wasn't buying it. He couldn't see his face under that ever grinning visage, but he didn't need to to know that this guy was onto him. Gully had a pocket rocket on him, a Colt .25ACP he stole from a rival gang member back in Cali. This thing was adorable, only four and a half inches long with a seven round magazine, it's exactly what you'd imagine when you hear the words 'pea shooter'.
/I could put em down right now.../ Gully contemplated, maintaining his crooked and insincere grin. /I could 'off' him, take his stuff and disappear to my hat. I could surely hobble back to a bus stop or poof away by then./ He could feel his back pocket getting heavier with the weight of the pistol (which was funny considering it only weighed about 13 ounces.) /Ok. Imma hit em' like Gatsby and take his-/
“I’m afraid I don’t have a cell,” the mysterious figure responded, halting Gully's train of thought.
/f*** he just say?/ Gully's smile turned to a look of absolute cringe and befuddlement at that moment, but only for a split sec.
“Or a wallet. When you’re a costumed vigilante, you really try and avoid carrying around things that can lead people back to who you are. "
Gully let out a not so enthusiastic harharhar. The laugh sounded more like a car exhaust on its last legs, chugging up a mountain.
"All I’ve really got are a set of sticks. But I can still help you out.”
It took every fiber of Gully's soul NOT to pull out the Colt right then and there.
“If you want, I can help you hobble off some to some place where you can make a call. Or flag down a police officer. Maybe they could help you file a report. Did you get a good look at the guys? Know em at all?”
"The fff-" Gully bit at his bottom lip stopping the word from escaping. This guy was genuinely trying to help out. Just an upstanding citizen trying to help out a hapless sod who happened to be down on his luck. Gully knew this, of course he did. But something about the way this guy spoke, the calmness with which he offered to "help him hobble off". Maybe if it wasn't for the fact Gully could feel his foot committing seppuku, he would have genuinely appreciated this guys offer. But the audacity of this dude, to ask whether or not he "knew em at all?" It felt like he was mocking him.
Gully's nostrils flared up. He stiffened his upper lip and let out a huge exhale from his nose, like a bull in a cartoon.
"No. I do not." Gully stared directly at the figure, he couldn't see his eyes but he wanted to make sure this person could see his. He was losing patience with this guy, nice as he may have been.
"I've had a long day bro. One of those, 'imma clock out now fore i slam my bosses head in with a stapler' kinda days. Yknow the ones i'm talkin bout?" he replied as calmly as he could manage.
"Those guys ganked my last pack of cigs, would you mind letting a brother hold one?"
((OOC ayyye thanks man XD. I plan on doodling for the duration of this and any other future threads so long as it's allowed. Subpar drawing skill puts a buffer on mediocre writing ability. Feel free to use any image however you want. Also my posts are gonna be at pre random times outside the weekend cos work, so soz for late reply. cheers.))
What was that? It hadn't even been two minutes since possibly breaking his foot and someone was there to try him. He'd initially heard the clang above as some unknown assailant descended from the fire escape, landing some short distance away from where Gully was slumped. He stared at the figure, the single flickering streetlight at the end of the alley did little to uncover what stood before him. But from what little he could see, this guy looked like some sort of motor cyclist. Or maybe a cop? God hopefully not.
“Everything alright?” the person asked.
“Are you hurt? Who attacked you?”. They sounded genuinely concerned for him. Yeah he was definitely a frickin cop. "Just my luck" Gulliver thought.
"Oh fam you wouldn't believe it" Gully hobbled to his feet leaning himself against the coinciding brick wall.
"There was like, three -no, four of em" he winced a bit as he tried to put weight on his right foot. Ideally he would've liked to have gotten a bit closer, (point black shot was the easiest to hit in theory) but it looked like he was gonna have to get a bit more creative than that.
"Dammit man!" he took his bucket hat and tossed it as hard as he could down the opposite end of the alley, from where him and his 'friend' were standing. A small spark of light left his hand as he marked the hat, hopefully this random thought nothing of it. It didn't go very far, but it didn't need to so long as he put enough distance between him and this soon to be injured Good Samaritan.
"Friggin kids dude. Jumped me and took my phone and wallet." He muttered in his most sincere 'im totally the victim' voice.
"But no i'm cool bruh... don't suppose you have a celly on you? I don't live too far away but i may call my ol' lady to come grab me. Don't think i'll get too far on this leg without a Sensu Bean if you know what i mean?"
Gully cracked a half smile. The whole victim card thing never really played into his hands well in the past. When you have your nickname tatted on your face it's hard to look like the witless bystander. But he was already out of options. He'd been out longer than he should've and this guy was the only person he'd seen dumb enough to be out here in the open, so no matter how low and shameless his tactics were GULLY WAS GOING HOME NOW!
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It was chill out tonight. The streets were dimly lit, and deserted save for the odd car or two that'd pass by every now and again. Gully had been roaming the back streets and alley's hoping to come across some sorry sap to take from, but no.
"Vic was right..." he thought.
It hadn't even been two weeks and he'd already blown most of his cash (mostly on clothes and cigarettes) and he still didn't have a car yet. His powers made getting around a bit easier, but he desperately needed some wheels. The whole teleporting thing had gotten old, specially when he'd found out he couldn't just poof away from anywhere. Take now for example; Gully was well away from home and it was almost three in the morning. He knew he'd marked his mattress for this EXACT occasion, when he could just poof back to his place and collapse on his bed, but he'd quickly come to realize that maybe he should've started walking back a while ago.
"Well This is a**" he grumbled to himself as he continued to pace aimlessly about. Alley after alley, the streets and run-down buildings were beginning to look one and the same. He pulled out his phone to pull up a map.
"Dead. perfect-" he threw his phone out from the alley and onto the footpath, which bounced off the pavement before sliding a small distance across the road. Frustrated, he reached at his ear for a cigarette. Nothing. He then patted himself down frantically, checking every pocket, he had to have one on him. Nope. He kicked at the dumpster next to him before letting out a cry. Pain shot up his leg through his toes like a lightning bolt as Gully collapsed immediately to the floor clutching his bunny slipper. He'd originally came out tonight to find the thugs of the area, but now the plan was simple. The next person or electronic store he came across was giving him a new f*****g phone... and maybe some New Ports.
Posted by Gulliver Bias on Feb 4, 2020 7:50:32 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
Straight
Single
14
8
Mar 1, 2020 8:56:35 GMT -6
Big Shaqtis
Hey everyone.
My character's Gully, a 16 yr old gang wannabe who's new to NYC. As of right now i'd imagine he wants to be hopping around causing trouble for the good guys of MRO.
Character's full name: Gulliver Bias Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Gully Gender: Male Age: 16 Date of Birth: (27/3/2003) Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Born in Kingston town Jamaica but raised in Broward County California Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Jamaican
Appearance
Hair color and style: Dreaded frohawk with red twists Skin Tone: brown Eye Color: brown Height: 5”10 Build: Skinny fat. Can fit into a medium shirt, but does have a bit of belly. Visible mutation: Hands glow a faint purplish bluish colour when marking locations with his mutation. He also disappears in a flash of energy of the same colour encompassing his entire body when he teleports. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Has the word “Gully” tattooed on the left side of his jaw and a cross on the upper right side of his right cheek. Also many other miscellaneous tattoos covering his arms and torso. Other features:
Everyday clothing style: Very f*ckboyish clothing. Slim fitting shirts, hoodies and pants with big brand names plastered all about. Gully is a sucker for “hype beast” brands and likes to show off with his gear. Uniform: Sleepwear: boxers Miscellaneous clothing: Not really clothing but he’s never seen without a cigarette. Whether sitting on his ear, between his fingers or hanging from his mouth, he’s always got one on him. He carries gum and body spray to combat the smell, but that can only go so far.
Character
Personality: Gully is an extroverted young goon who loves the limelight. He likes to be loud in everything he does and surrounds himself with an equally hype and loud group of people. For as young as he is, he’s managed to do well for himself in the streets of Broward and as such he really thinks he’s got life sorted. He has no regard for “old folk” and is just trying to have fun, whether it’s getting drunk, high, fighting or stealing. Great guy at a party, but not someone you want in your “close friend” circle for the most part. Hobbies/ Interests: Pretty much partying and causing trouble with his friends, but outside of all that he’s real big into cartoons and movies. Job or part time job and description: Small time drug dealer, burglar and gunner for his gang. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Most afraid of getting old and being alone. Special talents: No deadeye by any means, but can handle an assortment of firearms. Can also hotwire older cars.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral, leaning more towards bad. Not purposely trying to be bad, but his tendency to fall back on his criminal activity for fun and income make him a fundamentally bad person. He doesn’t want to be this huge super villain, but his lack of empathy and regard for consequence allow him to act on a whim at times when he probably shouldn’t. In other words, he won’t shoot an old lady but he’ll definitely snatch her purse.
Mutations
Mutation description: Gully’s mutation allows him to teleport to locations he’s “marked” with his own unique psionic energy signature. He does this by manifesting this energy around his hand and then placing his hand on an object, person or terrain. This object from that point on, will be marked until Gully teleports to its location or the object is in a place Gully cannot physically fit. Strengths: Gully’s marks are undetectable by normal human eyes, but he does give off a small flash of psionic energy when he teleports.
Gully can mark anything so long as he can place his hand on it, but if said object is in a place his body cannot fit (eg. he marks a spoon which is later placed in a drawer) the mark disappears.
The teleportation is near instantaneous and can allow him to travel a max distance of 4 miles.
Weaknesses and Limitations: Gully’s marks have an effective radius of 4 miles in a circle around its set point. If Gully is outside of this range, the mark becomes unusable, but will remain unless moved to by him or acted on by an outside force.
Gully can only mark three things at a time. If he’s marked three things and is outside the effective range of his marks, his power will become unusable until he either goes within range, or has a mark removed by an outside force (again with the spoon in a drawer example).
Gully’s marks (though he doesn’t know it) are detectable by telepaths and animals with heightened senses and can be removed with relative ease by people with low level telepathic abilities.
Gully can sense whether he’s in range of a mark, and whether the mark is moving or stationary; but if moving he cannot know for sure where it is.
At this point, Gully can only teleport himself and anything he can carry.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Has the approximate strength and speed of a man his age, but puffs out quicker than normal on account of his smoking habit. Fighting Style: No formal fight training, but can handle an assortment of firearms. Fighting Style Pros/Cons:
History Of Your Character
Gulliver was your typical copy and paste crook trying to stand out in the mean streets of Broward County. In such a rough neighbourhood you had to grow up fast. Brought up in the suburbs but surrounded by poverty and gang influence, Gully naturally gravitated towards a life of crime and was in and out of juvenile detention centres most of his middle school and adolescent years.
By the time he was 16 he was already out of school and kicked out the house. His parents didn’t want him to influence his younger sisters, but they still kept in touch. Gully however was now a member of the Zoe’s Revenge gang, a copycat gang of youngsters like Gully trying to stand out amongst other cliques in Florida. Gully mostly dealt with the distribution side of things, selling drugs to kids from his old school and other randoms in the area. But as the gang started to expand further out from their small hood, things became a lot more dangerous for Gully.
It was hot Wednesday night in South Beach. Gulliver and a gunner named Vic sat outside a 7eleven puffing cigarettes, a Totoro backpack sat slumped at his side. Gully was supposed to meet up with a new buyer from out of town who was apparently big over in New York. Gully didn’t care about all that extra stuff of course, he just wanted his ten percent. As his cigarette was reaching its end, Gully watched as an all-black hummer with tinted windows pulled up to the alley across the street. Two burly looking men exited the vehicle which then sped off.
“Taylor fit bro, boss man say they’d be wearing suits?”
“They are from New York, could be Mafia or triads or some s**t.” Vic responded half jokingly.
“Whatever man watch this.”
Gully tossed the bag over to Vic and made his way across the street. For a split second he thought he saw something flash over the bag, but just as soon as he saw it, it was gone. Vic tossed his ciggy to the pavement.
“The hell Gully got me smoking?”
It was dark, but not dark enough that their silhouettes couldn’t be seen down the alley.
“How much?”
“Boss ain’t told you? High grade fam, 300 an ounce.”
“300!?” the taller man reached for his side.
“Whoa whoa chill cappa. This is Florida's best, all clean bro.” Gully responded, lifting his shirt to reveal an uzi sticking from his jeans. “You want the food or not?”
“I told you this was bulls**t Tony. We drove 16 hours to talk to some f*****g kids?”
“Hey man you better pipe down grandma i don’t like the way you talk.”
*BANG*
Vic shot up to his feet. He saw a quick flash and could only make out two figures in the darkness.
“Gully!” he cried out, the two figures turned to face him.
“Bro…” Vic turned to see Gulliver stood behind him holding the bag, blood dripping from his left shoulder. Sirens rang out as the two men from the alley darted off deeper into the darkness.
“Bro i thought-”, “Me too bruh.”
As the sirens got closer, the two made a run for the safe-house nearby.
Boss was pissed. This was supposed to put Zo’s on the map, but instead they were now on the hit list. Gully was given an ultimatum.
“Listen here Gully. Imma send you over there seeing as you the one who sabotaged this little business arrangement yeah? Either you find a way to fix this with them, or you kill them b***hes. Otherwise, imma put a greenlight on you aight?”
Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Big Shaqtis Where did you learn about this site?: interwebs dude Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Sample RP:
New York City.
The movies didn’t do this place justice. It was a mecca of people and smog; everyone here stood out so much that no one did. It was a place where Gully felt truly invisible, yet he knew he was never safe. Gully stared out from his apartment window puffing on a ciggy. His phone rang.
*It started when an alien device did what it d-*
“Who dis?”
“Its Vic. How you like the new crib?”
Gully took a moment to survey the small studio apartment. It was a brick wall, wooden floor, open living kind of place.
“It’s a s**thole.”
“Good to hear; Bossman dropped a bag on it to make sure you felt right at home. But don’t get too comfortable, Boss says he wants you to scope out the area, expect some food on the morrow.”
Gully cringed a tight faced and unimpressed scowl. He sat his cigarette on the edge of the ash tray which was hanging partly off the windowsill.
“He’s trynna have me set up shop by myself?”
“Looks that way.”
“How i’m posed to get around? I ain’t got no wheels!”
“You ain’t got no license.” Vic cackled at the other end.
“f**k you man!” Gully exclaimed frustrated. He was already knee deep in enemy turf and it looked like things were about to get even worse.
“Look bro, you got 20 on you right now and food on the way. Street level s**t not too hard to get rid of. But knowing you that 20’s not gonna last, so regardless of whether or not you can turn a profit i suggest you start laying down some ground work right now bruh.”
He paused for a moment, trying to think things through. On one end, if Gully was caught selling drugs in enemy territory, he’d be killed by the local gangs or police. But if he didn’t do as Boss said, he’d be killed by his ‘friends’.
Gully sighed in response, defeated. He hung up without saying another word and slipped on his bunny slippers and a pink du rag to cover his dusty and unkempt dreads. Heading for the door he stopped himself just as he grabbed the door handle.
“Whoops.”
He turned back into the apartment and briskly made his way to the bedroom. He placed his hand onto the foot of his king bed, Energy flowed from his palm flashing onto the bed sheet in the imprint of his hand.
Will post fer you and Elliot tonight, but fer now heres ya boi gettin his ass beat )
