The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
As if planned, Jalen slid underneath the giant penguin, yanked its right flipped backwards. This caused the giant penguin to belly flop forward into the blanket of ice. The impact immediately caused the ground to be unstable. Jalen knee he’d better move before he took another trip underwater.
Jalen’s instincts were sharp as a rock. He took off running in the opposite direction of the collapsing ice. A rumble could be heard beneath the surface. Jalen looked down to see two or three shadows farting towards the surface. Jalen looked around and tried to think what he could do.
BOOM! The first penguin breached the ice perfectly without causing more ground to collapse. Jalen was able to dodge being hit by its initial breech. The second penguin was breaching from a section of the ice that was already broken behind Jalen. Reacting quickly, he cocked back his right arm and met the penguin with a powerful downward punch. The force of the punch forced the penguin back down into the water where it crashed into the three penguin.
FLAG was all Jalen heard Sam say. He looked around all almost frantically looking for some direction. He did see the snow mountain erupt from the ground initially like Sam did. He was able to catch a glimpse at Bear clawing ferociously into a penguin.
D*+#! That’s why I don’t mess around and play with animals! Jalen thought.
The Bear made quick work on the penguins and darted towards another direction.
Is Bear chasing the flag Jalen thought.
Culturally, when African-Americans see other African-Americans run, they all run. So naturally, Jalen running the same direction as the Bear, who was much faster than him. If he was going to catch up, he was going to need a boost. Once again, Jalen went into two front flips and slapped the against the ground on into the third flip. He’d launched himself using strength to release him from the grips of gravity. He landed a few feet in front of Bear. Looking up, he could see Sam and the flag into from him.
“I’m coming the flag, Sam!” He yelled competitively across the frozen wasteland.
((OOC: I’m so sorry it took me so long to respond to this post))
She didn’t respond with her name, which made Jalen a little curious. If she was a mutant, there’s no telling what her circumstance was. Jalen didn’t feel like it was necessary to push for her name. On the bright side, Jalen seemed to hit a point of interest. She picked up on his less than subtle reference to the Institute. Jalen smiled at her comment about Mama T. He didn’t remember her, but, evidently, she meant a great deal this woman.
“I spent a lot of time in the danger room testing my limits,” he said scratching the back of his neck again. “I’m pretty tough. I’m sure the repair man hated me, he said chuckling a little bit.
Jalen turned around and asked for a refill on his sprite. He smiled warmly and the bar tender. In response, the bar tender shook his head and filled up his sprite again. The bar tender mouthed, ‘Soda’s free. It’sIke water around here.’ Jalen mouthed ‘Thank you back.’
Turning back around, his friend was giving him the run down on dating outside his species. Jalen has weighed a lot of his options in dating a flat scan versus a mutant. Could it work? Would he want it to work? Is it worth weighing the safety of both him and his significant other. Bills get passed all the time and it’s rarely in favor of mutant relations.
“I mean... I just didn’t see anyone at the institute as an option. I think I was too young when I started. Everyone I grew up with seemed more like siblings more than anything else,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “I’m very familiar with Sanctuary. I’m very interested in building a partnership with them. I focus on mutant mental health. I’d love some connects if you know anybody over there?” Jalen said flopping back to business mode.
Why did I say that?! God, I’m such a nerd. he thought.
She went on about being bitter about human and mutant relations, which Jalen understood completely.
“Sometimes... I feel like I’m one day away from joining up with mutant criminals. I get so sick of ‘playing nice’ when I could just take my self-respect with my own power. I don’t know. Sometimes, I don’t think things will ever be get better. I guess... I may be a bit bitter too, huh?” He laughed.
This conversation was dark, but dark is honest. For some reason, he feels fine opening up to this woman he’d only known for some time. Maybe, her being in the rainbow coalition AND being a mutant put him at great ease. The idea that she’s been to the institute and still has real feelings towards progress was helpful too. Oftentimes, Jalen feels guilty having graduating from the institute degree having these dark thoughts. Sure! He believes in the X-Men’s vision, but he had less belief that humans would change.
“It’s okay. I don’t think anyone is good at pick-up lines. I’m okay talking about our mutant experiences, he said with a smile.
To no avail, Jalen was unable to get a visual on the flag. He grunted with displeasure at his own failure. Surely, the flag would be somewhere nearby. From above, he was able to see the beginnings of Bear and Sam take on the first giant penguin. Jalen had no intention of fighting an animal so cute.
Everything that goes up, most come down. Jalen was falling from 15 feet. He immediately armored up his invisible TK field and braced for impact. Initially, Jalen thought that he’d thrown himself straight up and he’d land in a pile of snow. Unfortunately, his trajectory was off... by a lot.
He was falling in the direction of the giant penguin, Sam, and Bear. Jalen sealed the air pockets in his pockets to keep out the freezing water from entering his field and ball into a fetal position for impact with the water. Like a cannon firing into an ocean bed, Jalen was now submerged into the icy waters below.
Thank goodness for the heat blanket from the danger room because THIS would suck. Belly flopping into a body of water would have sucked too. Jalen thought.
He could hear the footsteps and sounds of the battle going on above the water as he floated free-formed in the water below. It’s funny how sound is almost amplified underwater. Jalen had similar thoughts to Bear. Was it possible the flag could be under water? He swam 10 feet south looking for anything remotely resembling a flag.
Jalen felt the water shifting and quickly from further south. Something was coming, but he couldn’t see what it was at first. The closer it got the larger it seemed to become. Jalen wasn’t concerned until it became abundantly clear that it was headed straight for him. He quickly began to swim north towards the surface. He was 10 feet underwater, but his speed was nothing in comparison to the second giant penguin.
It’s mouth was open and it was looking to consume Jalen. He knew at this point there was no out-swimming this creature. He immediately turned around and readied himself for incoming assault. The penguin’s beak snapped down on Jalen like a bear’s foot in a trap.
Jalen resisted the bite by outstretching his arms and legs to prevent the giant penguin from shutting its beak. CRASH! The penguin crashed against the ice and breached the water with Jalen and it’s beak taking the major of the impact.
“Owww, dammit!!!” Jalen swore out loud.
Now, he was going to fight a penguin. They are no longer cute! The penguin continued to bite down trying to force it’s beak closed. Resisting at first, Jalen released the beak so it could close. SNAP! Soon after, Jalen punched a hole through the top of the beak and was jumping towards the ground where he fell into a pile of snow. He stood up quickly and got into a firm fighting stance. He secured his feet in the snow. He knew it would be difficult terrain, so trying to run to the penguin would be a bad idea.
“Bring it, Happy Feet!” taunted Jalen as he gestured it to come closer to him.
The penguin SQUAWKED in anger as it raged toward Jalen.
Jalen was genuinely shocked! It’d been YEARS since he’d met a New York local. It seems like everyone in New York either lives in the rural areas or never went out at night, which makes total sense. If you have lived here your whole life, what else is there to see?
Hmph, I wonder why she’s here? But... I guess I’m one to talk. I’m here. Jalen thought curiously.
“I have always wanted to visit Canada. Between grad school and my fellowship, I’ve never even seen Niagara Falls,” he said shamefully joking. “Then, again, I did go to a school for gifted youngsters. I feel like high school took me all over the world for... humanitarian work,” he splattered.
Jalen didn’t feel any type of way about hiding his mutant genealogy. Jalen wasn’t sure if that was a little bit of arrogance or reckless behavior. On one hand, he knew there aren’t too many things that should scare Jalen because he is so durable, but he’s also gotten others hurt by being so boisterous. Tonight, it’ was just him.
“Thank you. I really do try. You’re pretty cool yourself. To locals,” Jalen held up his cup for a quick impromptu toast with his new friend.
“Chile please! Most men pass me by when I tell them I have an extra gene that makes me a super human freak-a-zoid! You would think that by now people wouldn’t care about super powers. What with super heroes flying around the world,” he vented.
Jalen looked around for weird looks. Arrogant he may be, Jalen was far from dumb. The institute provided him with all of the tools and smarts to survive in this world as a mutant. How important it was to maintain control of your emotions and abilities. They taught him to be aware of his surroundings at all times. And, finally, they taught him who his most dangerous enemies were.
This club definitely didn’t strike him as a friends of humanity target zone. And this space was too small for a sentinel.
“Okay, I have a weird idea. Maybe, I can practice my lines on you? Is that weird? By the way, my name is Jalen,” he said with a bright smile, “Please feel free to tell me to shut up when I word vomit too much.” He made a slight chuckle and sipped on his sprite.
Im definitely word vomiting. Argh! Why are you so weird?! he thought frustratingly.
“Old is such a relative term. It seems like yesterday that was a kid. Personally, I find the older chapter life to be more enjoyable than my younger years,” Jalen said warmly.
In the past, Jalen often debated whether or not if the term old was a bad thing. There has been no conclusion, but he tells his patients what matters is how they viewed life currently and identifying what exactly makes you happy. You should spend more of your energy there.
“Sam... Nope, I still don’t remember you, but it’s been a long time since I attended school here.” He said finishing his body warm-ups. “Cold Steel got...,” he stopped to let Sam... Cold Steel finish. A small utter of a up, up, and a mum could be heard accompanied by a silly frozen facial expression. Now, we were at Rime.
Rhyme like poetry? Maybe he has speaking powers or something. It’s probably best not to ask too many questions. He’s a teacher so I assume he has patience, but there’s no need to be annoying. Jalen thought.
“Rhyme. Got it,” he said with a rather oblivious, deer-in-headlights-esque smile. This man could easily kick Jalen’s ass, so he’ll keep the positive approach for the time being.
By the time he finished stretching, the danger room was starting to do it’s thing. Sam continued talking, almost like this was normal. For Jalen, he was always in awe of the extraordinary capabilities of the danger room. Jalen, with his head pointed up and looking around, responded to Sam by mumbling, “Yeah, a heat blanket would be nice.”
A warming a sensation went down his body. His body shivered with pleasure. It was a nice feeling. Now, Jalen didn’t have to sustain his own body temperature. Work smarter not harder, right? His eyes finally lingered over to Rhyme again, who’d shifted to a body of ice and it finally hit Jalen.
“I remember now!” He exclaimed as a huge penguin appeared before him and Bear had dashed towards it. There was no time to address this memory lapse fully. He did hear some nasty rumors from other students about an ice dude back in the day, but Jalen wasn’t a fan of gossip. Everyone deals with their own shit differently. And it’s not his place to judge.
The winter apocalypse was pretty intense at first glance, but the warm glow of the white snow and ice against the dark “sky” let off a eerie calm. Jalen loved the snow, but he loved catch the flag more. Honestly, anything competitive was good for Jalen.
Jalen immediately went into a 2 front flips. Upon the second flip going into the 3rd, Jalen slapped his against the snow, which pounced off the ground upon impact. Jalen pushed himself 5 yards (15 feet) into the air. While up there, he looked around trying to find the direction of flag. Jalen had decided that he would leave the giant penguin to the bear. He didn’t see himself hitting penguins. They’re good cute. Plus, Jalen HAD to be the first to get to that flag. There’s no prize for second place. 😉
Jalen was excited that he’d made a new friend that he could waste time with in the dive bar. He wasn’t all too sure about what she was looking for in a gay bar, but he didn’t want to dwell on the fact. That was her business and it would be rude of him to ask her. The music in the bar began to pound harder and harder with each minute, pumping more and more energy into the crowd. The side effect being Jalen was starting to naturally pulse his body to the music. Sucking on his straw, he took a sip of his sprite and leaned in to hear his new friend.
“Oh yeah!” Jalen began spoke just loud enough for her to hear. At least, he thought he was speaking loud enough. “I moved in to the city about... uhhhhh,” he stopped to count in his brain.
I was 18 when I moved to NYU dormitories so that would mean I would have been here for four years for undergrad. A few more for grad school. he thought.
“I think I have been in the city for about 10 years now. I move to Greenwich recently for a job. I love the city and how there’s always something to do if you look for it. What about you? Are you a New York native? How long have you been here,” Jalen responded.
The entire time, Jalen didn’t take his eye off of the scene he’d been observing. His new friend seemed to think the big one was going to get angry. Jalen chuckled messily.
“I like you,” he said playfully while biting down on his straw after which he took another sip of his sprite with lemon.
The small lad fell but his weight wasn’t enough to knock over the larger one. Even with the fall being unexpected, the larger male was able to maintain his constitution. The smaller one re-gained his footing from the larger one’s weight. Almost immediately, the larger one turned and laughed with the man who’d fallen on him. They laughed and began to dance together closely. His arms wrapped around the smaller one.
Does he even know him?! Jalen thought as he pouted.
“That s#%* would NEEEEVEER happen to me,” said the bitter Betty within Jalen.
Jalen lightly jumped at the Sam’s voice. He’d commented about not being able to sleep. Jalen pulled out his cellphone and looked at the time. His eyes widened and thought, Wow! I didn’t even realize it was that late.” He’d spent so long catching up and admiring his old home that he’d even looked at the time.
He looked over at the bear that’d come down off of all fours. The bear seemed to understand language but didn’t speak back. She must not be able to speak as a bear. Makes sense. Jalen appeared visibly less apprehensive. His shoulders began to relax. Bear, good. Bear, friend. Jalen is not food and that was understood.
Now realizing that he hadn’t said a word to anyone in the room, Jalen slapped his hand on his forehead. A small flash of sparkle could be seen upon contact with his hand to his head. His TK fields touched at two separate points and the impact could be seen. It was small and didn’t hurt Jalen. It was just noticeable at the point of contact. Ordinarily, it’s invisible.
“Hi! I’m so sorry for being rude. I’m Jalen Kingston. I used to go here as a kid. I graduated in 2011 and went to NYU for psychology. I still have my old code from the X-Juniors program. I can’t believe it still works,” Jalen said eloquently giving the man and Bear a quick run down of his credentials.
Again, he glanced at Sam and still didn’t recognize him. Maybe he was new. He spoke so confidently to both Jalen and Bear, that’s what I’m it for now. It’s as if he were important and unafraid. He must be a professor here or something. New maybe? Jalen thought.
“A warm-up sounds cute. I just want to hit something. I’m Tough. And I can handle it, boss. [/i] Jalen said smirking and bouncing his body up and down a bit to flex his calves and thighs. He turned his neck from side to side. He knew how treacherous the Danger Room could be. Expect danger and anticipate the room to try and destroy you from all corners.
“Oh, by the way. What’s your name? Are you a teacher here?” Jalen asked while warming up his body and stretching his arms across his chest, at this point. He was ready for the start button at anytime.
When entering the dive bar, a gorgeous women patted his a pride a bit. Jalen was appreciative, but it also meant this moment of rejection was made public. Other people watched this moment happen which flustered him. It caused his cheeks turn a reddish brown.
“Thanks,” he said to the woman, “I get that a lot actually especially in dating apps.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. He’d removed his hand from behind his and turned his head the woman. “I’m going to grab a drink from the bar. Wanna hang out and judge people from the bar?” he said with a smile on his face pointing toward the bar and five open seats.
His favorite past time of all time was people watching and shadily telling their stories with a friend. Reading.... is fundamental. She mentioned something about death but Jalen didn’t hear it. The music was so loud! That’s when he ordered his drink from the bartender and left an open seat for his new friend.
Jalen looked around the dance floor looking the first person to watch and tell their story to his possible friend if she wanted to take a seat.
He looked over at a group of guys dancing in the middle of the dance floor. One was shirtless and the others were scantily dressed. It was obvious they had a goal in mind. They were twerking, winding, and grinding to whatever beat the DJ played. The shirtless one happened to fall bashing into a daddy bear behind him. This was going to be interesting.
Every now and again, Jalen likes to take day trip to the Mansion to check on his old friends, mentors, and relive the glory days. Jalen spent a great deal of time in this school. He feels that he owes a huge debt of gratitude to this institution. Though his donations don’t come Worthington-sized, he makes the most modest of donations that he can afford to send to the institute. Jalen truly believes that this place has helped shaped a lot of who he is today and he hopes it will continue to help others the way this place helped him.
This place was his home for many years so he feels super comfortable wearing his “comfy clothes”. As he walked though front doors, the sounds of uncontrollable children and the manic adults trying to control them gave Jalen great comfort.
Sounds like my childhood. he laughed outwardly at the thought. A smile was found on his face reaching from ear to ear.
Today was Jalen’s day of from work, so he took a Lyft to the mansion that morning. He was wearing fashionable black sweatpants and a white t-shirt with a pair of black sneakers. At least once a month, Jalen likes to take a step into the danger room and release his frustration. It’s like the ultimate outlet for pint up anger, frustration, and TK build up. Jalen calls extended periods of time where he hasn’t released TK punches, TK build up.
Bashing something with all of his built up pressure and his natural anxiety is therapeutic for him. Honestly, Jalen believed it felt better than his mandatory therapy sessions. As per Patricia, his boss, she enforced all her workers to attend bi-weekly sessions to maintain their mental wellness.
With each hall he passed, Jalen reminisced an old memory. Jalen never really ran with the prank-ish cliques. If anything, he was either an observer or the butt of the joke. And BOY, were there shenanigans in this place! Speaking off, Jalen heard the cracking of bones as he got closer to the danger room and watched a shadow grow from a petite body into a friggin bear. He placed his hand over his mouth with his eyes wide because there was a friggin mutant bear going in the danger room.
As he turned the corner to the danger room corridor, he was able catch a small glimpse of the bear before the danger door had closed. He approached the panel and put in his code. INVALID. Must his nerves.
“That’s weird,” he said. Jalen reached into his pocket and retrieved a folded up piece of paper with a bunch of numbers on it. “Let’s see. Which one is it?” he questioned as he ran his finger down the now unfolded sheet of paper. “Ah ha, there it is!” he exclaimed.
Entering his correct code once more, the panel accepted the code and the doors slide opened. He quickly put his wallet in his pocket and nervously shuffled into the danger room. And there he saw the BEAR. (Haha! That rhymed)
He saw the huge and iridescent white bear and a man that seemed familiar. Jalen could swear that he’d seen him before. He was in the X-trainee program for 3 years while he attended this school before he left for college at NYU, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on who he was. Or what his name was. He would speak and ask but a polar bear was standing less than a yard away from Jalen. I mean, it, literally, has taken his breath away. Is it even friendly?! Without noticing, Jalen’s TK field formed over his body.
Safe, I think. he thought as he gazed in awe of the beautiful and deadly creature.
It’s a random Thursday afternoon and Jalen’s last scheduled patient left 30 minutes ago. There were no emergency patients currently in the office. Quite frankly, it was a slow afternoon and Jalen knew no one else was coming. Most of the emergency patients show up or call after hours. Jalen didn’t mind working the long hours because Patricia, the owner of this practice, was always so flexible with the morning hours... and hours in general. Literally, Jalen can’t remember the last time he made it in the office before 10 am. Best... job... ever.
Begrudgingly, Jalen was forced to delved into endless and boring paperwork. It’s the worst thing about his job. Given the opportunity, he’d gladly hand off everything related to paperwork to the clerical staff. Okay... let’s be real. He kind of does already. He’s pretty sure that’s why the desk staff give him death glares whenever he passes by. To be fair, this is Jalen’s first job and he is a really young. He didn’t know how to do all this stuff. At least, that’s what he told himself. For him, it felt like everything is happening at once.
How do I do this paperwork? I can’t keep giving my work to the desk ladies. I have to figure this out. Or they’ll hate me forever. Then, what happens when I ACTUALLY need something and I really need a favor from them. Arhhrrhhuu?!?! Mom, where are you? You’re usually right here in my head when I think too much. Big boy pants, his erratic thoughts continued to spiral down this rabbit hole.
A few hours later, it’s quitting time. He gathered his things and said, “Have a good night” to the desk staff. He was met with a quiet and snarky wave accompanied with a feign smile. Jalen placed his left hand over his neck nervously and fumbled out the door.
I suck! he scolded.
Jalen arrived home and took a shower. Afterwards, he ate some leftover lasagna and cut on the TV. An hour later, his cellphone hasn’t wrung. No emergencies so far. Jalen is supposed to be on call until at least 11 p.m. It’s currently 7 pm. He was already bored out of his mind. He couldn’t imagine doing this for 4 more hours.
“Screw it!” Jalen said frustratingly.
He got up, brushed his teeth, flossed, and threw on some body spray. He put on a green t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a matching pair of brown and green sneakers. Jalen bought a brown wood-beaded bracelet with a matching long beaded necklace a year ago that he has not had the chance to wear. He put that on too. If he was going to waste 4 more hours, he’d at least do it while drinking soft drinks at the local gay dive bar. Unfortunately, drinking was not allowed when on call. Jalen was off to the bar and ready to mingle. Upon providing his I.D. to the Bouncer, Jalen gives him an awkward point and half smile.
“Dude, come on. Not my type.” scoffs the bouncer.
Jalen places his hand on the back of his neck and awkwardly shuffled into the bar and headed immediately to the bar tender
“Hey!” Jalen spoke loudly over the music, “Can I have a sprite with lemon?”
The bar tender smiled and poured plastic cup with soda and pulled the lemon from underneath the bar.
“Thanks,” he said. Jalen turned around and leaned his back on the bar. People watching was his favorite past time. He was curious to see if anything interesting was going to happen.
Character's full name: Jalen Alexander Kingston Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Tough Gender: Male Age: 28 Date of Birth: 07/20/1993 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Born: Long Island, New York; Current Residence: Greenwich Village- New York, New York; Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Biracial (African-American/White)
Appearance
Hair color and style: Dark Brown, natural with faded sides & back Skin Tone: Light-Skinned Brown Eye Color: Grayish Brown Height: 6’0” Build: Average-Slightly muscular Visible mutation: N/A Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: No scars, Nose ring (left nostril), No piercings Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Relaxed vibe. Jalen is fond of wearing a pair of dark jeans with a fitted t-shirt. He may add a cardigan, vest, jewelry, or a blazer to make his wardrobe more professional when he’s working. Very simple chic.
Uniform: A sleek long sleeved black jumpsuit with red trims and embellishments. The jumpsuit has a sewn in red hood with black trims and embellishments. He’ll wear black fingerless gloves (with good grips) and shoes. He may put on heavy smokey eye make-up in an attempt to conceal his public identity.
Sleepwear: Soft and loose boxers with matching socks.
Miscellaneous clothing: N/A
Character
Personality: (How your character behaves, social tendencies, quirks, etc.) Jalen has a hard time taking off his therapist hat. Often times, he defaults to listening intently and providing helpful life suggestions all the time. For people who love deep conversations all the time, he fits right in. For those who are fun, in-the-moment type personalities, Jalen can be viewed as a stiff. He struggles with breaking down his professional face with strangers. He is great with names and conversations but terrible with faces. His greatest fear is being seen as unprofessional in front of one of his patients. He feels like it would discredit his professional opinion.
He strives to make the right decisions all the time because his conscience is heavy. Often times, he’ll replay situations in his mind days after it has happened. Attempting to decipher, how a specific situation should have been resolved. He’s constantly apologizing for perceived micro-aggressions to maintain peace. Jalen is genuinely a nice and very considerate guy, but far from oblivious to jerk-offs. He has no issue with standing up for himself and others, but he is slow to take offense. He is very big on giving people the respect they give him. If you violate his boundaries of respect, he’s very quick to address his concerns in a very direct approach. Picking on his friends is the fastest way to piss him off. He’s very protective of those he loves.
On occasion, Jalen will be spontaneous, but prefers to lead a familiar lifestyle. He’s very cautious for a man who possesses invulnerability. Constantly, he chooses to use his words before violence. Maybe that’s why he makes for a crummy mission mate. He used to be so much better when he was young and reckless. Now, he’s very thoughtful and intentional with what he says, how he says it, and his non-verbal communication gestures. He’s constantly surveying auras in the room.
Jalen possesses strong desires for physical contact with people. Honestly, it’s his love language. He’s a very affectionate person by nature. It never fails that he’ll always ask for a hug instead of handshake. Jalen’s an open book. If you want to know more about him, you HAVE to aggressively ask questions because, as mentioned above, he’ll default to being a listener.
Hobbies/ Interests: Jalen enjoys reading books and graphic novels in his spare time, if possible. In his younger days, he loved to play all kinds of sports especially football. Now, he settles for watching sports on TV recreationally. He’s obsessed with Drag Culture and, secretly, would love to do Drag one day. Obviously, Jalen, the psychotherapist, loves to talk. He is a great listener and loves to hear about other’s life journeys.
Job or part time job and description: Full-Time Psychotherapist. Jalen works for Crisis Connections, a private practice in the Greenwich Village area. Their target audience are the people of the LGBTQIA+ community. They have programs for low-income patients who can not afford therapy to get the help they need. Jalen is very passionate about his work.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: He fears being recognized by his patients as unprofessional outside of work. He has a phobia for law enforcement. His biggest concern is not having financial security in his old age (60’s, 70’s, 80’s).
Special talents: His secret talent is that he is a really good dancer. He will watch YouTube dance tutorials and perform them perfectly. He will never admit that out loud.
Morality
Good/other: Jalen has a heavy conscience. He doesn’t see himself as one to seek out his own form of justice. Yes, he gets upset about injustices to the mutant race and himself, but he is not going to take out a city block because of it. He does what he can to enrich his community and support mutant issues.
Mutations
Mutation description: Tactile Telekinesis (Active). Jalen possesses the gift of active tactile telekinesis. Jalen is able to actively surround himself in a field of telekinetic (TK) energy. The field provides a variety of physical feats that mimic superhuman abilities. He is able to form partial coverings of his TK shield, if he wanted. The TK field forms almost instantaneously at will. It is not immediately visible to the naked eye but reflections of it can be seen when objects strike against it. It appears almost like a multi-colored sparks flying when something strikes against his TK field. It’s not visible when he is manipulating an object (defined as hitting, twisting, crushing, and bending)
Super Strength (Active): He is able to lift and push/pulling objects up to 20 tons (40,000 pounds). If Jalen were to try and lift or catch anything above 20 tons, it would be a swift downhill battle with a mixture mental fatigue and physical exhaustion. He may not suffer as much with pushing/pulling an object over his lifting threshold. The object just won’t be going anywhere. He can try and fake possessing quick reflexes by flinging his body within his TK field, but it’s hardly accurate or helpful.
Invulnerability (Active): Though his TK field is flexible, it is also super-dense, granting him much greater resistances to physical injury. He can withstand conventional handgun fire of 4 feet and cannot be cut by the sharpest of blades. It’s assumed that he can withstand the force of up to 8 to 10 tons of impact or blast of 20,000 pounds of TNT without serious physical injury.
He is mildly-impervious to temperature extremes and low-level electrical shocks. His current level of durability enables him to withstand gun fire at point-blank range and falls from 10 stories.
Object Manipulation/Repulsion/Sensation (Active):
Object manipulation- Jalen is able to manipulate (defined as hit, twist, crush, and bend) objects within his grasp if it requires less than 35,000 pounds of force to manipulate, which is the equivalent to a mild steel bar. It is a very difficult task because he is spreading his strength across an object and not in one place. He is unable to exert his max physical force (40,000 pounds) to manipulate an object.
Repulsion- Jalen is able to repel objects from his body as soon as they make contact with his field. It could be from physically deflecting or actively choosing to repel certain object from his field with his mind. He can also repel his own body from the ground restraints of gravity to levitate or hop from high surface to high surface. He rarely makes of his ability to levitate. If anything, he’ll float or hop from one platform to another or lighten his fall from high places. It takes way less energy to do that as opposed to outright levitate.
Sensation/Insulation- Jalen is able to stop air flow from outside his field and/or maintain his desired body heat before entering a new biome. That’s the reason why he’s able to withstand temperature extremes and low-level electrical shocks.
Strengths: He is fairly athletic with decent reaction time; however, his abilities don’t amplify his stamina, reflexes, and speed. He depends completely upon his average human limitations.
Weaknesses and Limitations: (Active) Tactile Telekinesis. His abilities require a mild-degree of concentration. He must actively form his TK field to use his superhuman abilities. Otherwise, he has the normal strength and durability of normal human male who exercises regularly. His mutant powers are limited by the force of his will and the strength of his body.
Once, he fought for an two or three hours straight. He ended up sleeping for an entire day the next day. It took two days after resting for Jalen to be able to maintain a full body TK field. In those two days, he was able to form partially TK fields, which means no invulnerability.
Super Strength (active): Jalen posses normal human strength when not actively forming his TK fields.
Invulnerability (active): Jalen posses normal human durability when not actively forming his TK fields. He can sniped and killed if he’s unaware of the bullet. It is extremely difficult to treat Jalen’s wounds because his TK field can be reactive to incoming dangers that he can see. Doctors have a hard time performing outpatient surgical procedures, shots, immunizations, dental appointments, etc. Any activity that requires him to endure physical pain, his abilities unfortunately will naturally react. When he is unconscious and his nerves are reacting/responding, his TK fields will not form.
His TK field doesn’t grant him immunity from sound and light. An enemy expelling a large amount of sound would permanently deafen him. A large degree of light would permanently blind him. He is to avoid explosives at all cost. Though his TK field can withstand large amounts of impact, his physical body can not. Because the TK field is close to his body, he feels the impact of extraordinarily heavy blows against his TK field. Bullets and High Caliber rounds don’t bother him as much anymore, but a few direct hits from a torrent gun or tank would have heavy consequences. He wouldn’t be physically harmed (open wounds, specifically) but the impact could give him a concussion. When blocking out electric attacks and temperature-specific attacks, Jalen is forced to cut off his air supply from the outside. He can sustain and reuse his current air supply for about 30 minutes before having to loosen the pores of his TK field to let in oxygen.
When flying, he is not immune to disadvantages of flying at high altitudes without protection and the sound of deafening wind resistance. He would need appropriate gear to fly over long distances. This is another reason he prefers levitation and/or floating over flight. His body is not really equipped to deal with the technics of flight.
Object Manipulation/Repulsion/Sensation: -Object Manipultion (defined as hit, twist, crush, and bend) can only happen when he’s actively using his TK field. Otherwise, he possesses normal human strength.
-Repulsion is his primary goal when withstanding pressure from incoming attacks. He can repel from multiples angles as long as his field is active. When it is not active or he receives an attack than can not be repel or reflected (like a sustained concussive, temperature-specific blast, etc.), Jalen will be placed in a bad situation. As mentioned previously, Jalen must wear appropriate gear for flight.
-Sensation is not really a weakness unless he is unaware of how hot an object is and isn’t locking out temperature. As mentioned previously, he does feel the impact of heavily impact blows against his TK field. He’s able to mitigate it by deflecting as opposed to absorbing the blows.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: (Strength/Speed/Reflexes/Stamina/Flexibility) He played football a lot when he was in school. He’s maintained a nice physique over the years and very strong legs. He never misses leg days at the gym. He usually doesn’t stretch before his works out, so he is lacking in flexibility. He possess normal human speed, reflexes, and stamina in and out of his TK field.
Fighting Style: He has received formal training while enrolled at the Xavier Institute. He has retained a lot of what he has been taught. He’s not an martial artist by any means, but he can stand his ground in a physical altercation.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: His fighting style is not dedicated to one style. Literally, it’s just random self defense techniques that he’s learned over the years. He relies on instinct when involved in fist fights.
Jalen is good at counters, defense throws, and restraint holds. Those are his natural go-to’s in a fight. He also relies heavily on throwing heavy objects and overwhelming enemies that are weaker than him as opposed to hand-to-hand combat.
History Of Your Character Jalen was born in Long Island, New York to his White father, Eugene Kingston and African-American mother, Yovanna Kingston. His father was a lawyer and his mother is a therapist. His mother was mutant telepath, which is bad news for his dad but great for her patients.
Jalen grew up in intersectionality as a gay, bi-racial kid growing up in a upper middle class neighborhood. Jalen has known since he was in 3rd grade that he was gay, so did his parents. He never really had to come out. They kind of knew and supported his love of other men. As Lady Gaga says, he was born that way.
He loved to play sports in elementary school. He was looking forward to joining his middle school football team. Unfortunately, that did not happen. During his physical and middle school immunizations visit, the doctor could not get a single needle through his skin. His mother knew immediately that her son had manifested his mutant ability while resisting his immunizations shots.
Jalen can remember how pissed his mother was because she enrolled him into a great middle school program in Long Island. She understood that it wasn’t his fault. Jalen, in his later years of life, has come to process his mutation as a inconvenience and not a disappointment to his mother. When he was younger, he was so upset and flustered. It didn’t really matter what words his mother used. He would feel like he messed his parents perfect life that they built in the suburbs of Long Island. He ruined their plans for his life. He felt responsible and guilty.
His parents consoled Jalen as much as they could. Ultimately, they were forced to find a new school for Jalen. Without his new immunizations, he was unable to enroll in any public or private school in the area. His mother suggested a school for mutants and Jalen agreed it would be for his benefit. He’s always been such an emotionally and socially aware kid.
Starting in the 6th grade, Jalen was enrolled at the Xaviers Institute for gifted youngsters. Initially, he was freaked out about not living at home with his parents and the various physical mutations of other students. Over time, he’d come to love living in a school full mutants like him. It was place where he didn’t have to worry about all of the intersections that he possessed. Everyone was so accepting of all of his identities.
First year, he’d spend every weekend with his parents. Second year, he’d just spend the summers and holidays with his family. He forged his parents signature and joined the X-Kids program. At an early age, Jalen formed a passion for community work. He knew his parents would be too overprotective to allow it, so he hid that from his mother as long as he could. “Damn! Do all moms have telepathy?! Sure feels like it.”
They came to understand that he had the intelligence for academic excellence and the heart of a public servant. He went out for the X-Trainee program when became of age. Who needs sports when you could hours in the danger room and on the field? Jalen wasn’t a particularly good X-Trainee. He always felt like he was a middle-of-the-road-ish kinda guy. He never really sought out affirmation. He just enjoyed helping people.
Jalen finished his high school requirements two years early. He immediately began his college prep work at NYU’s online head start program. At the age of 18, he left the Xaviers school and moved in to NYU’s dormitory. There, he really explored his sexuality and blossomed socially. He always felt like his classmates at the institute were like his brothers and sisters. If anybody had crushes on him, he was completely unaware. College is he where he swiped his virginity card and collect his hoe card.
He was delving into a new aspect of himself that he’d never explored. Thank God for Sex Ed classes at mutant school. Jalen was over prepared to protect himself sexually. Anyways, too much sex! On to other things!
Jalen was the youngest in his class to graduate medical school and continued on to complete his residency in the next 4 years. He is now the youngest practicing psychiatrist in New York. His age is what attracted Patricia, the owner of Crisis Connections, to Jalen. She wanted diversity and she wanted to hire the youngest psychiatrist in town to boost her practice’s image. He deals with a lot of older peers looking down on his opinions, but the patients and Patricia value his young insight. They feel like he understands the pressures of young people in their 20’s intimately and is able to help older patrons at Crisis Connections.
Crisis Connections is a private practice that specializes in providing help and resources to the people in the Greenwich village community. Crisis Connections are known for their high-caliber of therapist in their practice and pledge to help the LGBTQIA+ community. They offer programs that could provide free counseling to people who can’t afford counseling. They also do a lot for the young, homeless mutant children in the area.
Community development is very important to Jalen. It also allows him to live well and contribute to a 401K plan. Sure! He’d loved to become an X-man, but he didn’t see how he’d fit into being an X-man at 85 years old. He is always a phone call away for assistance on the frontlines for the mutant cause. But right now, his passion is for his work at Crisis Connections in Greenwich Village.
Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Outlawlta Where did you learn about this site?: Google Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: No, this is my first character. Sample RP: BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Shit... it’s 6 am.... Maybe if I go back to sleep, it’ll be 5 am when I wake up.
Jalen, without moving his body, stretched his arm to press the snooze button on his alarm. It was Monday morning and Jalen had been out all night Sunday consulting with some of the young mutants in the neighborhood.
—Rewind to Sunday night Jalen had heard that a few of the homeless mutant youth were planning on rolling up on a new Friends of Humanity (FOH) house. The kids were pissed to find out that FOH established a headquarters in Greenwich. They wanted to forcibly escort them out of their neighborhood and send them back to whence they came.
Jalen had received a private message on social media from a well-known friend of the Greenwich community at around 8:45 pm. Almost immediately, Jalen grabbed his keys and ran to the shelter where the kids sleep at night. The shelter was about 10 blocks away from his apartment. If he hurried, he may be able to convince the kids to change their minds before the 9 pm shelter curfew.
Initially, Jalen thought If I flew, I’d be faster, but I don’t want to draw that kind of attention to myself.
It’s funny how people can trade one closet for another. Patricia is well aware of Jalen’s mutant physiology. It was the main topic in his first interview with HR. It wasn’t like he could lie and not say he attended the Gifted Youngsters school. He got his official high school diploma from the institute. There was no hiding his mutant heritage, but Patricia thought of him as an even greater asset to her practice.
Patricia, the owner of The Crisis Connection private practice, momentarily weighed the thought of hiring a young, openly gay, bi-racial mutant man to manage her youth outreach programs. She questioned whether he could stand that kind of pressure at such a young age. That was, until she heard him speak and saw his heart. Jalen would lay his life down for anyone in this community and he was so passionate about investing into the futures of our youth. She’d have been a fool not to hire him.
These thoughts crashed against his adrenaline as he drew closer to the shelter. He couldn’t be reckless with his mutant abilities or draw focus away from what needs to happen in this community. Heaven forbid! His mutant abilities brought trouble into this precious community. He couldn’t use personal gain to get to the shelter faster, but he could run like hell in his, now fairly sticky, dark jeans and pink t-shirt.
9:00 pm, Jalen rings the shelter bell. The response to the bell being, “Nope! You’re too late. Find you somewhere else to sleep tonight.”
Immediately, the door squalls out a long buzzzzzz and the lock could be heard shifting open. Jalen opens the door and shuts it behind himself. He possesses a lot of respect for the workers who host, feed, and shelter the homeless mutant youth.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Kingston. We usually have so many kids causin’ trouble after curfew. After they raise hell in these streets, they’ll bring they asses in here trying to escape karma. You know we don’t allow that kinda mess up in here,” Julia said to Jalen apologizing for her rather direct response to his late night visit.
“No, no. You’re cool. You know I understand. And please call me Jalen. You know I’m not that old,” he laughed while rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “Speaking of trouble. I’m looking for Jacob, Michael, and Mary-Beth. Have they check-in for the night?” asked Jalen. He knew Julia wasn’t fooling with those hoodlums. They did nothing but bring trouble to this shelter yet Jalen vouched for them time and time again. He could see their potential and he’s really been pushing for them to go learn of the Institute. Until then, he’s just trying to keep them out of day-to-day trouble.
Julia frowned up and pursed her lips. “They just left. Talkin’ about kicking some friends outta the area. I told them, if they leave, they ain’t coming back in here. They can go stay in the hospital for all I care. You know I don’t put up with all that fighting in here.” She folded her arms and started to tapped her foot.
Jalen was very aware of how frustrating it can be trying to parent children whose been thrown away by their parents, society, and themselves. “I know, I know. I promise, we’re starting make some progress with them. I really need to find them before they do something really stupid. You know which way they went?,” Jalen said shifting his focus to the priority at hand.
“I saw’em runnnin’ up north toward 151st street. They can’t have gone too far. They ain’t seem like they were in any hurry. I hope you find them, but please don’t bring them back here tonight. It’s bed time for the little ones and they need their rest in here,” Julia plead.
“I get it. I’ll take care of them tonight. I’m sorry for coming in after curfew. I’ll see you later,” Jalen took off up 151st.
Julia can be seen shaking her head with a smile. She knew Jalen cared for the kids. She had hope that Jalen will do great things for the kids in this area.
9:30 pm, Jalen had walked several blocks past 151st street and no kids were to be found. Surely, they would have to be nearby. He’d been walking for almost 30 minutes.
“GET OUTTA HERE YOU ****** FREAKS!” could be heard a block or two behind Jalen.
Oh no! I’m too late. Jalen allowed himself to despair for a split second.