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
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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.
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Zizi flipped through her history textbook, a meaningless activity now that all her attention had gone out the metaphorical window. She wished so deeply that her mutation would have prevented her from being able to read textbooks, since her thermal vision changed the way she saw everything else in the world, but no cigar. She could still read and read in the dark if she needed to, since the words on the textbook still popped out enough to be read.
A few knocks on the room of her dorm saved her from having to continue. She hopped off her bed, put on her slippers, and checked herself out in the mirror first before checking the door. She had on a tank and short-shorts. Eh, she thought it would be fine to have on such a summer-suited outfit. The cold didn't bother her anyway.
>>"It's Maya. From the X-team. We have a situation."
She then went out to open the door and upon seeing a member from the X-Team in full suit, she began to tense up and almost shut the door in her surprise. Luckily she stuck a foot in the door, preventing her from doing that to herself.
"Wh-what kind of situation?" Her obliviousness to anything X-Team was due to her shyness and wanting to impress the group. She had only just recently entered the school and now she wanted to become an X-Team, but she was surprised to be greeted by one of the members outside of training and a friendly wave down the hallway.
"Also, you can call me Zizi if that's better." She said as she opened the door even wider to let Maya see that she had her full attention.
Zizi managed to catch herself by falling into a push-up position. Unluckily, the flowers in her hands were crushed by her weight and she ended up with a scattering of dandelion fluff caught under her fingers.
>>"All good, all good. I'm Luna" The person whom she tripped on managed to avoid being fallen upon and stretched up on to the grass, elegantly composing herself. Meanwhile, Zizi kindof fell sideways onto her rump before pulling herself off the ground.
"Call me, ZIzi" ZIzi stared at the person who had then bent forward in an animal-like fashion. Because of her thermal vision, it would have taken her a much longer time to discern what type of creature the person was, but due to the stripe going down her tail, it made sense when the person explained, "as you might guess i have all the mystic powers of the skunk and I'm super adorable".
All the moments she failed to reach out to a classmate flashed through ZIzi's mind, and as her heart raced in her chest she was reminded that this was not a time to mess things up. Then the skunk-like person asked her about her mutation, and it was now or never.
"Um... I'm kinda like a living heat battery. I can do this." Zizi walked over to the tree, placed her palm on the bark, and took a couple of deep breaths. Suddenly a frost-like burn appeared on the tree's trunk the same size as her hand. Then she focused all the heat she had sucked up from the tree into her other palm, and placed her left hand on the tree beside her other hand. Then a searing noise could be heard, and a popping like noise as the melted-iron hot temperature of her hand seared her palm into the tree's bark.
"Kinda like that. I'm trying to figure out other ways to work with the whole heat-sucking and heat-pulsing. If you have any thoughts, I'd be up for whatever...." She had many reasons to blush but she didn't know she was blushing as well, out of embarrassment at first, but also because she subconsciously let some of the heat she absorbed enter into her cheeks.
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Nice, sunny days belonged to the UV Spectrum version of a sunny, delightful day. Meaning, Zizi thought the day was nice only when the world outside was a mixture of cool and warm, chill and charred, because her heat vision, Zizi saw everything in shades of warmth and no longer in color. So, today, the sun beat down on the Mansion yard with total equality, and the warm, bright bodies that splayed out in the yard populated the otherwise greenish yawn. The green was not a result of chlorophyll, but due to the exterior temperature being around the mid-sixties, or so Zizi learned to associate the weather with such fahrenheit equivilancies.
Needless to say, it was also a beautiful day to pick dandelions, a pasttime that hadn't changed ever since Zizi gained her mutation. She took the Friday afternoon in stride, having finished a rather dull week of classes. Her favorites were when she were able to exercise her combat skills. She had recently learned how to store up heat in her fists and exert the heat onto another person's head to give them temporary heat stroke. Now, whenever anyone had remotely the desire to skip classes, they had given her looks. She was the living thermometer and thermostat, so some trusted her to give them literal temperatures so that they could feign fevers. She gained almost fifty bucks in spare change before she was ratted out by a student she didn't even know. The whole situation was kind of a bad first impression to make on her professors, but who could truly blame her for learning to be so subtle with her abilities?
Given the slight surge in popularity, Zizi couldn't actually claim to have made any new friends. Yes, she was not as flashy as the kid who literally combusted or the guy who could create ice golems with his mind, but at least she could somewhat see in the dark. Shouldn't that give her some cool points? Even the kids who asked her to give them fevers only did so for the favor, and went about their days with their own friends. She sat with either new people every time during lunch or by herself. Maybe making friends was something she took for granted, since all her dojo mates and competitors in gymnastics would tend to group up afterwards and a culture of mutual appreciation formed.
She decided to pick a few flowers in her mindless little daze, and realized that there was someone who was sleeping there on the ground beside the tree. She was a little surprised, not having seen them, but she was also intrigued by the person's appearance. Then, she did something she grew embarrassed about later, she tripped. Falling on the person sleeping, she muttered in pain, then pulled herself back on her feet, blurting out apologies.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry. Didn't realize you were sleeping here..."
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As soon as Sam brought Zizi up to her room, she gasped at the interior. It was twice the size of her room at home and it had its own bathroom! She spun around, admiring the space, feeling the warm air. Then she plopped down on the bed, backwards, facing the ceiling. The thought of meeting her hallmates, teachers, and exploring her new life at the mansion suddenly made her really tired. All the emotions she had kept suppressed in order to remain chill as she spoke to Sam all arose in her. The itis from eating all that breakfast food also started to affect her senses, making her more sleepy.
>>”Got any other questions for me? I can fill out the rest later or just have you take care of it.”
She sat back up on her bed and spoke to Sam.
"If you leave it on the table, I can do it. I guess." She said, suddenly feeling homesick. She hadn't filled out paperwork on her own before.
"I'll bring it down to your office later. I think I can figure out how to get there again. I might just stay here for a bit though." She yawned and brought her hands above her head. It was barely noon, but on top of the plane ride, the conversation and the new environment, she just felt tired.
"Thanks for everything, Sam." Her face showed a gratitude that she couldn't really put into words. He was a cool guy, and she looked forward to learning more from him. For now, maybe a little alone time was best.
>>”How about we just get you settled in first before you go signing up for anything.” he smirked taking another bite, ”I can set it up if you want, might need to get permission from your grandparents though. We do get into some dangerous situations.”
“Dangerous? Yess!” Zizi yelped in a little surge of excitement, before she calmed herself down. She didn’t want to seem overzealous, but she had dreamed of using her skills outside of sparring matches and competitions. What other martial artist didn’t? She’d already broken a few bones and pain was not something she shied away from.
Thinking of her grandparents, her Ima would probably say no, but Apa would definitely be easier to sway. Once she had Apa on board, Ima would probably be alright with it. Thankfully she didn’t have to really say anything to her parents. Her Papa would definitely say no and her Mama might have a heart attack before Ima would.
Then Sam started talking about goals, and her mind began to wander. Was he going to have her study new techniques? Read up on all the mutants they had in the Mansion? How about watching videos of previous missions? When Sam mentioned making breakfast for the kids, Zizi slumped over on the countertop.
“Breakfast for the kids?”Zizi piped up, blushing a little at remembering her blunder. It was a way to meet her new mansionmates. “Aight. No problem.” She finally said, after a moment of silence. Then he mentioned the danger room and Zizi got really excited again.
Danger… The thought reverberated in her mind. Other girls her age would probably shirk at the thought, but Zizi wanted to show her stuff.
>>”Ready to see your room?” Sam asked, taking Zizi out of her daydream.
“Heck yeah. Let’s go!” Zizi rushed over to pick up her suitcase, her belly full of bacon and her heart full of hope.
>>"This is a safe place for kids that can’t control their powers. They need help learning and controlling what they can do. This place tries to give them a ‘normal’ life where they are safe and they don't have to worry about hurting anyone, they can learn to control so one day they can lead a normal life.”
Zizi nodded, imagining all her friends that she left behind. Alexis hadn’t so supportive of her moving away, though she didn’t ask about why. Zizi could tell she was mad, but there was little she could do about it. Besides, she’d probably be happier now that they didn’t have to compete with each other for the best scores in floor exercise. McKenna told her good luck and asked if she’d still call her every so often. Zizi wasn’t sure how much she’d be able to tell her. Jarrick responded like all the other boys did and asked if she was going to learn how to kill people. Zizi told him that their sensei already taught them how to kill, they just weren’t allowed to.
Then there came her parents, who still didn't know what she'd flown out here for. They seemed to be happy that she'd decided to do something different than be influenced by her grandparents. Zizi didn't really get why her parents didn't approve of Ima and Apa when they'd put her and her brothers in their care. Maybe if she did really well here, her parents would visit for once. Just, maybe.
>>"We got the trainee program for the kids that excel with their abilities.” he said, setting down his glass and grabbed a fork and dug into the eggs, ”and that want to help. Now there I can tell you who is the strongest.” Sam smirked.
"My brothers think I'm, like, going to become a superhero. Or something." Zizi said. “Maybe I do want something like that. I don’t really want to be normal. Plus, my Ima tells me God don’t do nothin’ with no reason.” She slurped up the eggs from the plate Sam handed her and blushed, realizing she’d eaten almost all the bacon.
“Whatchu need to get in that trainee program?” She leaned in across the counter, chin propped up on her hand. Maybe that was something she could work towards.
“And I dunno what kinda goals you could set for me, but I’d sure like to hear’em.” Zizi cleaned off her plate and chugged the glass of OJ. It wasn’t very womanlike, she knew, but it was something she’d learned from her older brothers.
As Zizi listened, her bacon eating speed picked up speed as her interest grew and grew. A kid who burst into flames? She’d love to meet this Nathan kid. A ten year old with super strength? Zizi wondered how much that one had to eat to maintain that strength.
She had noticed Sam’s tone change as he spoke about the other kids. It must have been tough to have powers that were wild. She knew how scary it was for everything to change after gaining her powers, Her powers seemed pretty tame in comparison, but nevertheless she wanted to know more about her peers. That would come in time, she guessed.
“Sorry to bring it up. All I know is competition.” Zizi said, realizing she didn’t really understand where sam was coming from. He must have had some past, and she wasn’t one to pry. His eyepatch said enough. The way he maneuvered his ice hand while cooking looked almost effortless. One day she’d get there.
All her gymnastics medals and competition trophies all seemed like dust now that she was here, though. Without those to guide her, she kinda seemed lost.
“Not sure how any of this works, really. Like, if we’re not trained to be strong here… what’s the point?” She walked over to pour herself a glass of orange juice and sucked some heat out of it, before offering it to Sam. She herself cared less about whether things were cold or hot now, but she offered it as a kind of peace offering. An OJ flavored chill pill.
“I won’t start fights for nothin’. But, I won’t hold back if something needs to be done.”
Zizi placed the plate of burnt eggs on the counter and tried a piece. Then she spat it back out. Blegh!
“I’ll teach you if you teach me.” She said, her frown all droopy and disappointed.
>“So you’re like a battery for heat?” he asked biting into one of his bacon slices. "Impressive control.”
That was a fun way to put it. “Guess you can say that. I think. I’m not sure yet what else I can do.” Zizi took a piece of bacon and crunched on it. The salty, fatty, piece danced in her mouth and made her hungry brain go crazy. She grabbed another piece. Then another.
>>”How about I cook the eggs and you enjoy some of the food. You can tell me what to add and when.” he offered biting into his bacon some more.
“Paprika, a little cumin. Chili powder. That's the good stuff.” She said as she scoured the kitchen for hot sauce.
“Say, Sam. Who’d you say’s the strongest student here?” She asked, hearing the sound of footsteps in the hallway and seeing other warm bodies walk past.
“Y’all don’t have a leaderboard or anything, do you?”
Posted by A'Ziala Jordan on Jan 30, 2021 10:20:47 GMT -6
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"This Serena... Is she pretty?" Zizi said as looked for a bowl and a whisk before cracking some eggs into it. She then scanned the spice rack for some paprika and cayenne pepper.
>>”Haven’t run into that particular style too much, maybe you can teach me a little.” Sam gave her a thumbs up and. He also seemed to grow warmer, smiling every so often and treating her like she was already part of the family. He was almost dad-like, definitely softer than her grandpa, who was as stoic as a statue and only alive when he was correcting her fighting stance. She nodded at his request.
"I've sparred with a few outside my art, but I'd be up for a session or two." Zizi was tempted to downplay her abilities, but she also knew that she had a lot more to learn.
>>”I also help out with power control sessions.” he said looking up, ”Once I get an understanding of your powers that is.” he smiled.
Zizi began whisking the eggs ecstatically. “Really? You’re in charge of that?” Some of the eggs spilled over, but she quickly got a paper towel to clean it up. Since she was in the kitchen, this would be the perfect place to show off some of her powers. She’d been practicing since they’d manifest, even though her Ima told her not to try anything crazy until she went to scool.
>> ”Well you better make enough for two then. Never had it and I’m curious now.” Sam said, sounding curious.
“Hope you can handle the heat.” She said, as she went to the cupboard Sam opened and picked a spatula and another skillet before putting it on the stovetop. She then turned on two burners, one to place the skillet on and the other an open flame.
“So, my Ima told me not to try anything crazy with my powers, but it really helps in the kitchen.” She hovered her hand over the open flame and took two deep breaths. The flames died down twice as her hand absorbed the heat. Then she placed her hand on the skillet and exhaled slowly, warming it up enough so that it turned almost the same color as the flame below. She still had extra heat in her hand, which she used to heat up the oil in its glass bottle before pouring it in the pan. The process may have looked seamless from afar, but Zizi was using all her concentration to perform the task and her heart was beating fast, not wanting to mess up.
She then poured in the scrambled eggs and let it cook, stirring here and then. She also placed her hand on the bottom of the pan occasionally to absorb some heat from it and the eggs so they wouldn’t overcook. When finished, she placed the fluffy, spicy eggs on two plates. As she held the two finished plates to show Sam, she exhaled in relief. The eggs then browned and crisped, as she had forgotten how much heat she had stored while in the kitchen and how it all went into the eggs.
“Crap! Nooo!!” She closed her eyes and placed the plates down. “I was so close!”
Posted by A'Ziala Jordan on Jan 27, 2021 14:32:04 GMT -6
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>>”Have a seat!”
Zizi slid her hand across the granite tabletop and sat on a swirly stool. She spun around, taking note of the huge refrigerator and other various electronic appliances, each with their own temperature reading. It was three times as big as her kitchen at her grandparents house. She realized it would be a while until she would watch her Ima whip up a casserole stuff it in the oven.
>>”Gotta make sure you enroll in the self-defense classes though. An elective but that’s my subject!” he smirked.
“Y’all teach self-defense here?!” Zizi beamed as her head grew warmer, as she soaked in the smell and the heat rising from the pan of bacon.
“So like... what kind of arts do you teach? My Apa practically raised me in Bujinkan Budo Taijutsu.” She got off her stool and began to wander the kitchen. She could help with preparing something too. Her Ima’s voice nagged in her head, from the many times she entered her kitchen standing idly.
She looked in the refrigerator and took out a carton of eggs, along with some whole milk. A basic breakfast for lunch would be super sweet. She then took a banana and orange that was sitting on the counter for herself.
>>”How hungry are you?” Sam asked, and Zizi looked slightly embarrassed as she turned to him, realizing she got a little carried away.
“Um… am I taking too much?” The way Sam had low-key brought them to the kitchen for bacon had made her feel comfortable way too quickly. “My Ima taught me to make bomb scrambled eggs and grits.”
Posted by A'Ziala Jordan on Jan 23, 2021 13:55:32 GMT -6
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Zizi almost salivated at the mention of thick cut bacon. Then at hearing about her room, her ears perked up even more. What was it going to look like? Would she have cool hallmates? Did they also like bacon? Everyone likes bacon.
"You can call me Zizi." She said, not telling him if he got her name right or wrong and not showing any irk to his mispronounciation. It happened all the time.
>>"Alright, I can walk and write. My cold going to be an issue for you? I kind of use it to help see.”
"I think it's cool... No pun intended." Zizi watched as the cold around him shrunk to just the area surrounding him, and she gave herself a mental pat on the back for realizing it was him earlier. She wanted to ask how he lost his eye, but he kept talking and she was hungry and walking through the hallways had a lot for her to pay attention to. The mansion's wooden decoration, various plants, fancy lights, all of it made her feel comfy.
Sam held the clipboard with her powers, and she was curious about the questions regarding them. But then, he kept asking other questions. Zizi then got distracted by the cloud of cold around Sam and wondered if she could try something.
She put her hand into the blueish heat signature that was Sam's mutation. Her own hand turned slightly blue as the heat began to seep out of her. She focused on her breathing and inhaled, the cold turned a darker purple while her hands grew slightly brighter. So I can pull heat out of something cold!
"Uh. P.E. I guess. I do flips for fun. And I'm allergic to brussel sprouts. Whoever ain't allergic to them is lyin'." The smell of food as they journeyed to the kitchen washed away any fatigue that may have shown on her face.
Posted by A'Ziala Jordan on Jan 22, 2021 13:36:48 GMT -6
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Zizi waited long enough at the entrance to begin having second thoughts. She sat on her suitcase, which was filled primarily with clothes, all short sleeves and short skirts or shorts since she’d lost the need to wear layers since her mutation activated.
She’d only waited for about five minutes, but after seeing so many others around her, who she knew were mutants as well, she began to question whether she’d like being around others like her. Would they be chill? Or would they talk about powers all the time and turn it into a competition? The people she met would probably be a mixed bag and she wouldn’t get her answers til later.
In all her worrying, she began to crave something fried, salty and unhealthy. Fried chicken. A cheeseburger with fries. Foods she’d normally avoid. Then she remembered how she barely had any breakfast and the flight only gave her some saltines to snack on.
The sudden cool air that entered the room took Zizi’s mind off of her hunger for a moment. She saw the cool air before she felt it, and it normally wouldn’t strike her as strange, but the air seemed to be moving as if it were controlled. Soon enough, a man with a darker shade of blue around him emerged from a door and walked over to greet her.
Zizi extended a hand to shake his, though his was huge and hers was tiny. His handshake was cold. Coool.
>>”Jordan right?”
Zizi nodded.
>>”I’m Sam, I was the one who talked to your grandparents.” he waited for a moment then waved her to follow. ”Let’s just grab some stuff from my office and we can get you settled in here!”
Zizi picked up her suitcase and followed Sam. Zizi vaguely remembered overhearing Sam talk with her grandparents, but she was a little too shy to introduce herself by phone.
>>“How was the flight?”
Zizi waited until they arrived at his office door to answer.
“Smooth. I didn’t get much to eat though.” Zizi said as she popped into his office and plopped down onto the guest chair. Paperwork? Yuck
Posted by A'Ziala Jordan on Jan 22, 2021 10:31:28 GMT -6
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Zizi’s uber driver pulled into the roundabout in front of the mansion. His car smelled like lemons and his voice was scratchy like he’d had too many Marlboros like her Ipa, but there were no ashes on his seats or smoke anywhere. Just the strong scent of artificial lemons, probably Febreeze.
“Isn’t this establishment so neat looking? This place helped my cousin out and now he’s a doctor in Rio de Janeiro.” He spoke with such pride about his cousin but hadn’t really talked much to her the whole ride. Zizi hadn’t spoken to him either, but he was nice enough of a guy that she didn’t feel uncomfortable around him. He didn’t play any music on the ride up, which allowed her to absorb the sights from the airport to the Mansion. New York seemed just as busy as California, but it had a totally different feel to it.
“Hope to see you out in the world one day, making it a better place, miss.” He got up out of the Sedona, and walked around to open up the door for her.
She gave him a polite smile as she exited, despite being all nerves and a lot homesick inside. He also got out her suitcase from the back seat. Zizi stood in her spot, however, staring at the Mansion’s cobblestone walls with what looked like plants growing up along the exterior. That was new. She heard lawn mowers in the distance and laughter from an open window on the second floor. Her older brothers would have been so jealous had they seen that this was where she was going to live, but neither of them could come to drop her off. Apa and Ima wanted to, but she and her brothers convinced them that they were too old to make the trans-continental, domestic flight by themselves. This was her first trip on her own, and Zizi didn’t really know how to feel. She hoped to see her family in the flesh again, soon.
The uber driver noticed her pause and walked in front of her carrying her suitcase. Zizi followed. He opened the door, dropped the suitcase on a carpet in front of the entrance, and gestured for her to come inside. He obviously was familiar with this place.
“Go on.” The driver said.
Zizi looked inside to see a flurry of warm bodies moving through the halls, up and down the stairs, some giving her glances, while others kept walking. They must have been changing classes. Zizi had almost forgotten that it was a Friday morning and school was going on. Flights normally messed with her sense of time.
“You’re pretty good at your job.” Zizi mentioned to her driver. He pretended to lift his hat to her as a goodbye. His heat signature disappeared behind the Mansion doors and Zizi was left with a whole mansion to know and her loneliness.
Just remember, Zizi. This is the beginning of something great. Ima would say that God never gives us anything we can’t handle.
She breathed in deeply, letting the warmth of the room soak into her skin, as she waited to see which of the warm bodies in the room would come and greet her.
Character's full name: A’Ziala Jordan Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Zizi Gender: Female Age: 15 Date of Birth: (June/3/2005) Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Oahu, Hawaii Nationality: American (Hawaiian) Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: African-American
Appearance
Hair color and style: Zizi’s hair is naturally black, but she likes to dye her hair various lighter colors. She keeps it buzzed partly due to not wanting to maintain it. Skin Tone: A warm, brown. Eye Color: Dark brown Height: 5’2” Build: Athletic Visible mutation: Her skin is smooth and looks slightly rubbery. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Zizi has pierced ears Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Ever since her mutation, Zizi wears clothing that allows her skin to breathe, which often translates to tank tops, short shorts and short skirts. Uniform: N/A Sleepwear: Same as her everyday clothing, but comfier. Miscellaneous clothing: She keeps her gymnastics uniform with her.
Character
Personality:
Zizi tends to be more reserved when one first meets her, seeking to observe situations before rushing into them. She opens up rather quickly, however, and expresses her warmth through sass. Those who know her are drawn to her reliability and loyalty.
Zizi has a fiery fighting spirit and is competitive as well, adopting this trait from her two older brothers. She will not back down from a good fight and will seek multiple ways of attacking a situation before backing down, both in real fights and regular challenging situations.
Zizi is hardworking and bright, taking pride in her daily practice and dedication to personal fitness. She has little patience for more abstract topics of conversation, tending to put practical knowledge on a higher pedestal than idealism. She can grow quite head-strong and be difficult to stop when she sets her mind on something.
She has a strong sense for justice, and will not hesitate to stand up for someone who is in trouble or expresses helplessness. Conversely, she herself hesitates to ask for help and tries to do things on her own.
Hobbies/ Interests: Gymnastics, Sparring, Pushing herself to her limits, Jazz and Soulful music Job or part time job and description: Student Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Wary of animals and deathly afraid of creepy crawlies. Special talents: Zizi is pretty flexible, both physically and when it comes to making plans.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Her grandparents raised her to do the right thing. She hasn’t yet grown into her personal moral code, but relies on the phrase “What would Ima and Apa want me to do in this situation?”
Mutations
Mutation description: Somatic Thermoregulation
The user’s cells are super-thermal conductors and the user is able to manipulate the flow of heat throughout the user’s body and immediate surroundings. Heat is absorbed or expelled via the user’s skin, allowing the user the ability to act as a living thermoconductor. For example, if the user absorbs heat from the surrounding air, the air grows colder while the user’s body grows hotter. Conversely, the user is able to heat that which her skin comes in contact with by expelling heat the user has stored.
Strengths: Zizi’s body is naturally ‘cold-blooded’, meaning her internal body temperature matches that of her external environment. Her body is accustomed to changes in temperature and is able to function at a wider range of temperature than regular humans.
When she focuses, Zizi can absorb or expel heat into whatever comes in contact with her skin. Once heat is within her own body, she is able to manipulate the transfer of heat freely. Thus, she can concentrate the heat in her body to specific body parts or disperse it evenly throughout. When unconscious, her body naturally disperses the heat throughout the body in such a way that protects her vitals. Her cells are also resistant to damage as a result of temperature changes (i.e. burns and frostbite) within her limitations.
Additionally, the higher her temperature, the faster, lighter she is. At her highest limit, she becomes half-her weight. The lower her temperature, the slower but more durable she is. At her lowest limit, she becomes twice as heavy and her skin as durable as rubber.
Her mutation has also tampered with her vision, giving her the ability to read heat signatures within her line of sight.
Weaknesses and Limitations: Zizi can no longer create her own heat via her body’s metabolism and her body temperature is at the mercy of her external environment. Thus, maintaining an internal body temperature other than the external temperature, requires energy and focus. Zizi tends not to store excess heat for long periods of time, and if she were to cool herself, it would require her to actively expel heat. Overexertion leads to fatigue.
Her heat absorption is tied with her breathing. With every inhale, she can focus and absorb at most 50 degrees. With every exhale, 50 degrees. Furthermore, the current rate at which her internal temperature increases is equal to the temperature she absorbs and the mass of the object. (i.e. she absorbs 10 degrees from her mug and her whole body increases by 10 degrees) When expelling heat, the rate at which the object increases heat is dependent on its chemical properties.
Zizi’s body can continue to function within a wider-temperature range than the average human, but even her body has limits. If she stores too much heat (past 3500°F), her cells will begin to melt and if she reaches below her freezing point (-350°F), her cells will grow brittle and she loses mobility.
Zizi’s mental and emotional states can be easily affected by her internal body temperature if she isn’t paying attention. Zizi’s comfort zone is between -50 and 200 degrees Fahrenheit. To maintain a temperature outside these for prolonged periods of time messes with her metabolism.
She no longer has the ability to see the world as one would through the visible light spectrum.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Zizi has been a gymnast and martial artist almost her whole life, thus she has above average strength, speed, reflexes, stamina and flexibility. She is most adept in speed, reflexes and flexibility.
Fighting Style: She has learned Bujinkan Budo Taijutsu which trains the body in leaping, tumbling, breaking falls and body conditioning. Taijustu contains skills such as; koppo jutsu the "way of attacking and/or using the skeletal structure"; koshi jutsu the way of attacking muscles and weak points on the body; jutai jutsu the "relaxed body method" which includes throwing, grappling and choking techniques; and dakentai jutsu which emphasises strikes, kicks and blocks In conjunction with her mutation, she stores the heat generated by her movement and utilizes them in battle. She also, once she has her opponent in grasp, will either suck the heat out of them or heat them up.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: She has high maneuverability and can fight for a while, but has a low power output. She relies on immobilizing her opponent to win fights.
History Of Your Character On June 3, 2005, A’Ziala Jordan was born in Wahiawā General Hospital in Oahu, Hawaii on a business trip her parents and older brothers went on. This was the pattern for A’Ziala’s parents, always traveling. When A’Ziala, nicknamed Zizi was three, they moved back to San Francisco.
In San Francisco, A’Ziala and her two older, twin brothers Deion and Jamar, were practically raised by her maternal grandparents Jeanna and Maurice. She went to school at Miraloma Elementary and lived a rather steady young life, despite her parents being around occasionally.
Her grandma enrolled one of her older brothers in gymnastics because she was in charge of a gymnastics center, and their grandpa enrolled her other brother in Bujinkan Budo Taijutsu because he too was a master in that martial arts. When her grandparents asked her what she wanted to do, Zizi wanted to learn both.
Zizi’s main motivation in school was to do her best for her grandparents, and to do better than her brothers. Her main friend groups came with her associations at gymnastics and martial art events.
She went to public school for a while, but her mutation showed up at the beginning of freshman year of highschool, when someone started a fire in the girl’s bathroom (smoking in the trashcan) and Zizi helped put it out. Suddenly, Zizi’s life changed and not knowing how to utilize her new mutation, began to stay home and ignore her life.
One of grandpa’s students had a student whose brother went to this mansion all the way out in New York. It didn’t take much to convince her parents to move to at least check the mansion out. Her grandparents were entirely supportive. She feels as if there must be some reason why this happened to her, and now she wants to find out why.
Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Spero Where did you learn about this site?: Google! Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who:Eisenhower Brandt-Garcia Sample RP:
Zizi had just arrived from school and heard her grandma scuffle into the kitchen. She ran towards her. Upon seeing her, she was covered in shades of yellow and orange. She fought back tears and the thought that she’d never see her grandma the same way again. She ran and clasped her arms around her waist.
“Zizi? What’s wrong, honey child? You better let go and tell me what’s wrong ‘fore I spill this cup o’ Joe.” She was puzzled, but concerned for her granddaughter. It wasn’t like Zizi to act like this.
“Ima, there’s something wrong with me.” Zizi squeezed her grandma tighter before she let go and sat herself down at the table. Tears streamed down her cheeks now, as she kept blinking and her grandma still looked like a yellow-orange martian. The mug in her grandma’s hand was a brighter yellow, and it was like she could see through the ceramic as well. The bright yellow was almost like a flame, and Zizi felt a strange attraction to it.
“What’s you got, a fever?” Her grandma placed the back of her hand on Zizi’s forehead and muttered to herself. “No fever, but you’re as cold as the countertop. How are you not shivering, my dear? Let me make you some hot chocolate.”
Her grandma stood to make her some chocolate, and Zizi got off her chair to clas her arms around her grandma’s waist again. Scared. “I don’t know what it is, Ima.” Though the cold didn’t bother her, grandma felt so warm and Zizi wanted to feel warm again.
“Zizi, I can’t do nothing with you on me. A hey? Did you leave the window open?” She turned to face the kitchen window, but upon seeing it shut tight, grew confused.
“Honey, did you feel that sudden chill?”
Zizi watched as the oranges from inside grandma became slightly dimmer and the purples in her own arms grew slightly warmer. It was strange, seeing the change in heat and feeling it too. Then she remembered how earlier in the morning, she had made the fire sink in the bathroom trashbin.
Zizi let go of her grandma fast and sat back in her seat, watching the glow of warmth emanate from her hands. She looked at the mug of coffee on the table and tried to focus on doing what she’d just done to her grandma, but on purpose.
The mug started off as a yellow and turned into a light orange, as her hands started as orange and did the opposite, turning bright yellow. The steam above the mug began to disappear too.
Maybe I can do it backwards too? Zizi put her hands back on the mug and concentrated on moving the yellow in her forearm to the mug. The steam returned. Zizi gasped in silent awe. Maybe this new change in her wasn’t so bad afterall.
