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.
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Seven was moved in pretty quickly; they didn't have a whole lot to move in, a simple bed, a desk, a table to put the old box-style TV on, a laptop, a police scanner which went on the desk next to the laptop, a few outfits, a CD player, radio and music collection, and a box full of nothing but headphones.
Admittedly, it was weird at first, having a roommate. They were used to being alone, and so that first night there was a moment where they almost didn't get dressed after getting out of the shower, or left their shoes and clothes lying somewhere. Maybe they'd get the hang of that eventually. Mae wasn't that bad a person though, and Seven could stand to hang around them, that bubble of silence did help considerably.
Once bedtime came though, it was back to the same old same old. Buzzing from devices on the floor above and below, someone was talking on the phone about some stupid thing their dog did. The wifi-routers made that god-awful digital screeching sound that they were just young enough to not understand. They never really slept well, so Seven was just lying in bed, eyes open, wearing a pair of headphones that had the wire snipped, just to quieten the buzz. But it never really helped. They still caught on to certain sounds, and you never really got used to it.
After awhile, Seven got up, figuring maybe if they lay on the couch there'd be a dead zone that didn't have any electronics somewhere. They left their room, wearing nothing but a baggy tee shirt, and just so happened to see Mae rooting through the kitchen.
"Whatcha lookin' for at this hour? A good night's sleep? If you find one, be a doll and share," they said in their usual dry tone of voice.
Seven shrugged. "They work about as well as you'd expect. Imagine being in a crowded room where people are talking, only all the time. The headphones dull it, but you have to have music or something playing to cancel it completely, so...there's rarely a moment of complete silence," they explained, not in a 'hey this is interesting' way but more of a 'this is why my life sucks sometimes.'
"Fair enough, and you don't have to worry about me bringing strangers home or **** like that." They listened, going over the paperwork. They hated these things, but...fair was fair. After going through it, Seven signed their name, though they always thought 'Seven Seville' looked kind of funny. Oh well, some things you just couldn't help. Apparently to survive in this world you need a last name, and Seven was pretty good at surviving, so they did what they had to do.
Seven nodded. That, they could do. Except for the whole not being an ass part; but they had this apartment in the bag and didn't want to risk ruining it like they'd ruined every other opportunity, even if 100% of them were not their fault. After a moment, Seven pulled out their wallet, emptied out the cash therein, and handed it out to Mae.
"I'll be in by the end of the week," was their response as their hands went back to their hoodie pockets.
"I'll let you pick the stipulations. You're gonna need all the help you can get," was Seven's reply, coupled with a smirk. "Huh. That's interesting, actually. I was just accused of faking it or hearing voices. Until I quoted a radio station that no one else could hear word for word. And I can hear through walls...anything as long as it's ten feet away." They decided to hold off on talking about the other aspect of their power. Don't show all your cards on the first play-through, right?
"Well, I don't have too much to fry. Laptop, one of those old box-style TVs, and a police scanner. Okay, my activity varies depending on job or what I have going on, but I'm usually home before dark unless I decide to go drinking or something, which isn't very often?" They shrugged.
"Alright. Laundry yes, fitness room I probably won't give two s***s about, rent's due on the fifth, and they use a completely different tactic than my current landlord." At this they pulled their left hand out of their pocket and held it up, bending a couple of fingers to make it look like they were missing. Shaking their head, they showed they weren't missing any fingers.
"Okay, I'm stupid. But I wouldn't put it past that dickhead."
"I'm sick of the whole process by now, and everyone asks the same questions. Usually in that exact order," they grumbled, hands stuffed into the pockets of their hoodie as they stepped inside, noting the name nor the mention of gender identity didn't seem to phase her. That was where they lost most people. If not that it was the headphones, usually.
"I normally shower towards the evening time, before bed," they stated, then gave a dry chuckle. "Or we could just go outside, draw a big circle to the dirt and have a good old fashioned death-match. Winner gets first shower, loser doesn't have to pay bills anymore." They were joking, but their dry sarcasm and straight-faced delivery made it hard to tell.
So controversial. Seven liked this girl already. And then...she did...something. "Dead zone," they repeated. "I can't hear anything." Seven's voice sounded almost dumbfounded. "My mutation picks up on every goddamn radio signal within ten feet of me, which is what I tend to use these for," they explained, touching the headphones around their neck. "So uh...yeah...I accept the terms so far," Seven stated without even giving it much thought. Hell, for some time in the quiet bubble, Seven would give up showers altogether.
Well, maybe they wouldn't go that far, but they might be willing to change their routine a bit.
Seven was getting sick of this whole song and dance routine, but they were desperate to get out of that one-bedroom hellhole of an apartment that they currently lived in, and they were more than convinced that their landlord was the devil himself. Though...maybe that was a little insulting--to Satan, that is. So...they were off for their millionth interview, thanking the gods for noise cancelling headphones as they boarded the subway and sat in an isolated corner of the car, trying to avoid people as best they could.
This one shouldn't be bad; it was a roommate wanted ad that they'd replied to via email, so it wasn't going to be as strict and formal as the others they'd been to. They hoped, anyway. Thankfully, nobody on the train bothered them, so they departed, music still thumping into their headphones. They wore a loose red hoodie, hood pulled up over the headphones, a baggy gray tee shirt underneath, coupled with a pair of khaki cargo pants and a pair of dirty white sneakers.
They pulled out their phone as they hoofed it the rest of the way to the address in question, mind running through the same questions and bull**** they'd been going through for god-knows-how-long now. Finally, they made it to the place and knocked on the door, pulling down the headphones out of a forced courtesy.
"If you like pina coladas~--Tomorrow we're looking at a thirty percent chance of rain as--SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!"
All that Jazz? Looks like I'm not the only one who's sick of going through bull**** with finding a roommate....
"I'm Seven," they replied flatly, standing a full seven inches over the girl, funnily enough. "Yes, that is my 'legal' name," complete with airquotes, "Male or Female, I either leave that blank or add my own box that says neither, I'm a freelance IT technician, and yes, I can afford the rent," they said in quick succession, obviously having been through this whole spiel several times at the very least.
"So, anything you need to ask that I didn't cover?" Seven asked as they brushed a tuft of blonde hair out of their face, their almost emotionless blue eyes looking down at their potential roommate.
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Individual
Character's full name: Jessie "Seven" Seville Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Seven “Unlucky7”(Internet handle) Gender: Agender Age: 21 Date of Birth: 7/5/1998 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: New York, New York Nationality:American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage:Mostly Swedish
Appearance
Hair color and style: Blonde, straight, specific style varies depending on their mood Skin Tone: Pale Eye Color: Blue Height: 5’9 Build: Average, not particularly curvy or athletic Visible mutation: N/A Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: N/A Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style:Loose clothing, usually tee shirts and jeans, with a weather appropriate jacket Uniform: None Sleepwear: An abnormally large shirt Miscellaneous clothing: Always has headphones on their person somewhere
Character
Personality: Rebellious, closed off, and jaded, Seven has developed a very negative worldview based on their experiences. Everyone is after something, and no one is truly ‘good.’ Trust is hard to come by, and all laws and social constructs were put there by powerful people who wish to stay in power. They only let people in as far as they need to, for as long as they need to. They are not adverse to breaking the law or any unwritten rule or construct, especially when there is money to be made. As much as they hate it, it’s literally needed to live.
Seven takes solace in their solitude, and much prefers the company of an animal to that of a person; animals don’t talk so much, nor do they judge you. Due to their mutation, they are normally irritated by unwanted noise, because to them, the world literally never shuts up. In most social situations, they’d be found in the corner farthest away from people and most electronic devices, noise cancelling headphones over their ears.
Deep down, there’s another side to Seven; one that wants to trust, to love, and to belong to something greater, but they’re afraid to put themself out there. They put up a wall of isolation and gruffness because they learned the hard way that only the tough survive, and they’re bound and determined to survive.
Hobbies/ Interests: Music, Computers, electronics, video-games Job or part time job and description: None officially, but they’ve been known to perform petty crimes for extra money, and they’re a decent hacker. Fears/ phobias/ concerns:Claustrophobia, especially in elevators. Being controlled or feeling helpless Special talents: Hacking, Decent at MMOs, Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Chaotic Neutral: Seven is very anti society, anti-structure, and anti rules. These things were meant to be broken, and besides, all those were put in place by powerful people who wish to stay in power. Seven does what they feel they need to do, for those they feel the need to do it for.
Mutations
Mutation description: Radio Wave Detection: Seven can audibly hear signals coming off of electronic devices that emit any frequency of waves on the radio spectrum: Radios, phones, laptops, even remote control cars within ten feet of them. They can pick up both sides of a phone conversation, radio stations, etc, though things like a phone that is just on, or a laptop hooked up to wifi, or even wifi routers emit the sound of a 90s dial-up internet. Sources with no audio pick up as static or 'white noise', and encrypted frequencies such as military frequencies register as mumbling or jibberish. They can focus on a specific set of waves, singling out one signal over the others.
Wave Surfing: Seven can travel via the radio waves they pick up by touching a device that emits radio-waves and focusing. Their body and everything they’re wearing converts to radio waves, and they travel through the air, coming out of another device and materializing. Seven 'surfs' at the speed of the radio frequencies, and they can hop from wave to wave until they come out of a compatible device.
Strengths: Ability to pick up information and signals from objects around them, don’t necessarily need an electronic device to be on the grid. Can travel distances in a matter of seconds.
Weaknesses and Limitations: Seven often wears headphones because they often feel like they’re in a crowded room where everyone’s talking and there’s this constant drone of what sounds like dying robots in the background. When focused on one signal, they’re basically tuned out of the rest of the world, and can only hear what they’re focused on. This only works on radio waves, and not someone talking to them. When traveling via radio waves, Seven’s only working sense is hearing. Coupled with the ten foot range of their hearing, traveling in this way is based on pure intuition and luck, because they never really know where they might come out. To surf, they need a device that emits radio waves which they can't take with them. They can take one person with them if they hang on, but will be totally senseless to what’s going on in the brief time it takes to travel. When Seven gets where they are going via this power, they have to take a moment to figure out where exactly they ended up. If the device emitting the waves on which they are surfing loses signal, Seven is ejected immediately from the closest device(if applicable), or they just materialize on the ground wherever they are.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Seven’s athleticism is average. While not particularly strong or fast, they can hold their own, and their reflexes, stamina, and flexibility are all slightly above average. Fighting Style: Seven isn’t formerly trained, but they were raised by the streets, and as such they learned to hold their own in a bare-knuckle brawl where weapons are permitted. Their basic strategy is to keep hitting until the other person stops hitting back. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pros: They’re tough, and able to hold their own in a toe to toe fight, and their penchant for ignoring any rules(if any) plays into their advantage. Cons: They’re not hard to overpower or outmaneuver, and anyone with formal training would probably have little problem taking them down.
History Of Your Character Born Jessie Taylor Seville, the daughter of Mason and Alexa Seville, a young Seven never really felt like they fit in. Their father was a strict military type, who had settled in a day job but kept that military mindset and traveled a lot for work. When he was home, he was very strict and demanded perfection. Her mother wasn’t much better, expecting Seven to be more ‘feminine’ and like more ‘girly’ things than what they did.
From an early age, Seven struggled with self identity, unless they were playing online games under the handle Unlucky7. There, they weren’t burdened with social constructs or anything of that nature. All they had to do was not die, and keep their teammates from not dying. As a result, they retreated into their games often, and often got punished for it. In retaliation, Seven started acting out in school, and made friends with the troublemakers.
At age eleven, they started hearing noises ranging from static-laced radio-stations to broken up phone conversations to what sounded like robotic screeching. Hearing tests all came back perfect, and their parents just thought Seven was faking it. Seven, meanwhile, realized they were picking up on actual radio signals and learned to tap into it, focusing on one signal at a time.
Meanwhile, they began hanging out with more of the wrong people, dabbling in petty theft, and learning how to use computers to hack into certain networks. By age thirteen, Seven learned to ‘travel’ via the radio waves they picked up on, but it was very hit or miss. It was at this time they also started going by the name ‘Seven’ and began to accept that they identified as neither male nor female. Their parents were not pleased by this to say the least, so Seven ran away, moving in with an older, less than savory friend who let them crash on his couch.
It was here that Seven learned more about commiting crime for money, and developed their cynical view of society. Over the years Seven struck out on their own, bouncing from place to place in the city, using their skillset to make money. Now 21, they decided they need to settle down and stop bouncing around so much. So, they decided to hunt for an apartment and quickly realized places in New York were freaking expensive. They knew to do what they needed to in order to survive, so...it looked like it was time for a roommate. Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Fishy Where did you learn about this site?: Google Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who:Ty Fisher, Skye Sinclaire, Beau Thibeau, Addy Monroe, Jericho Sample RP:
Some people had cool powers that let them fly and crush metal with their brains. Other mutants picked up on every freaking TV, radio, cell phone and wifi signal within their vicinity.
“Today’s traffic report is--Did you hear Jim got fired because--I’d love to take a pin to a heart shaped balloon~--Next time on Frenzy Championship Wrestling! Can The Anarkist dethrone the World Champion Manfish in the first ever Fishing-Pole match?--Dispatch we have a 10-54….”
Livestock on highway? What? “Well that’s enough of that…” Over the ear headphones were placed strategically over a black beanie that covered messy blonde hair as the figure made their way down the sidewalk in a baggy tee shirt and jeans, obscuring any identifying features. Hands were shoved into pockets, and they wore a tattered black backpack. They turned, walking into a nearby apartment building, and were motioned into the office where their cold blue eyes stared at the woman across from them.
“Headphones off, if you don’t’ mind, dear.” The young mutant rolled their eyes and removed them, trying to shut out the flood of noise from the nearby electronics in the room. The computer’s annoying screech as it connected to wifi, their phones giving off a mildly frustrating buzz, signals from the radio in the room next door. Attempting to shake it off, they filled out the paperwork and handed it back to the woman.
“Dear. I need your birth name. Not just...Seven.” “Seven is my legal name,” they said dryly, sliding their ID across the counter to the older red-headed woman that obviously went a bit crazy with the dye to cover up the grays.The lady looked at it, specifically where it said “Jessie ‘Seven’ Seville.” “Oh...So I see. Seven…” “Ha! Suck it!”
Moments later, they were pulling their headphones back over their ears as they exited the building and made their way nonchalantly down the sidewalk. They couldn’t for the life of them understand why these apartments never called back...
