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.
In the throws of immediate combat, the current situation was quickly assessed by the Titan. 6 personell present to match the 5 inmates that were scheduled for release at the moment. 1 Guard behind the right side wall concrete wall inlayed by 1" thick ballistics glass in the control room that controlled the doors large steel doors 200' away at the rear most of this room, that left 5 guards standing in his immediate vicinity left with the quick decision to make as to whether they were going to actively do their jobs or listen to the survival instinct absolutely pleading with them to run. HIs presence weighed down on everyone in the room with an insurmountable weight. It froze the mind and muscles, keeping once sound and confident guards GRIPPED solid and fast with fear, unable to even pick self preservation except for the rear most guard whom at the behest of the sounding alarm immediately jumped on this <COMM> unit and began screaming for reinforcements---sealing his fate and those of the 4 others with him. This courageousness must have been contagious, the front most guard would to find some form of sanity and sound mind to act, pulling his riot-club free of it's sheath and storming toward Romulus with the intent of connecting with the left side of his helmet only for the club to be caught mid-flight, snapped in half like a twig and in an act of superior dexterity spun 180 degrees 3 times while Romulus stepped in and arranged the meeting with the jagged-side with the guards temple--impaling him straight through his skull and pushing him off to his right, the left foot he lead with, now supporting the weight of a spinning back kick that lands squarely and with so much force that it breaks the sternum of the guard and catapaults him into another guard, narrowly missing the third who dives out of the way before both of their bodies slam into the waiting steel door at the end.
Romulus is upon that evader, who'd upon standing would find his neck in a vice grip of an armored left hand, effortlessly plucking the 260lb man off the ground and raising him up and into the air where he'd hang and kick frantically for air. Romulus was not obliging, in fact he'd carry the man over to the guards booth where the 6th guard----a woman, gripped with fear and unable to move was unable to heed the obvious desires of the guards blaring over the radio for her to open the doors or initiate lock-down procedure. While Romulus stood there, fleeting life in his left hand still kicking but with quickly fading vigor he spoke through the helm of the black mask. "Unlock all of the doors between here up to the central both. I will not ask you twice, just like I didn't ask this guy at all..."
-SNAP!!!!!!!!!!!-
It takes only 8lbs of pressure to snap bones in the spine at angle to cut the cord----Romulus could generate that in spades with a flick of the wrist. The mans lifeless body was slammed and pinned against the Glass for her to see----And she obliged. Upon hearing the systematic release of magnetic locks on door after door after door, Rom would have tossed the body aside but kept his gaze on the woman, whom was to fearful to stare back, trying her best to deny herself any further trauma. Despite his coldness however....he still had ethics. Morales. She was not to be harmed. Even if her occupation in fact warranted her justifiable aggression were she a willing combatant. He'd proceed through the steel door and into the main corridor where CCTV Camera's provided some onlooker with a first row to the carnage that ensued when the RIOT unit appeared at the opposite end. Someone had misinformed him. The Lockdown procedures were incorrect as they were never designed for something of this magnitude. Calls were being attempted. Radios were sounding off all over and adjustments were being made to try and compensate for the inadequacy they brought to this circumstance in their attempts to STOP---what simply COULD NOT BE STOPPED. 30 men entered that hall in full RIOT gear----and in seconds, 1 man, Romulus, emerged out of the other end of that hall, with the surfaces of his own gear stained with blood and absolute carnage left in his wake ranging in the form of broken spines, necks and skulls, caved in chest cavities and several individuals thrown clean into and through bullet proof glass.
HIs efforts would eventually carry him to the "Central Control" booth, a massive, reinforced command center that was positioned in the center of THIS prison wing that lead to others. It was here that MORE Riot Guards would have filled in and served as fodder for him to dismantle while 1 guard watched in absolute horror. Over 3 dozen had rose to the occasion in an attempt to Subdue that to which could not be subdued and their deaths were no less gruesome or pleasant then those of the hall that brought him here, yet again, in the booth was another woman guard who Romulus aspired to spare his wrath. He simply stared. Quietly, Saying nothing. His eyes affixed to her as he brought himself closer to the glass and she backed away from her control desk. Calmly but loudly he spoke, "Open every door between here and the Federal Detainment wing...Please....do not make me ask you twice, what I did not ask these men once...and to answer that question in your head..." He'd raise his hand and forcefully slam it against the ballistics glass CRACKING and damaging it severely, "No.....You are NOT safe behind that glass...." And shakily, listening to the convincing proposal, buttons were pressed and doors, just as they had before, began to unlock and lead him to where he needed to go. With over 3/4 of the RIOT detail in THIS building DEAD, Romulus would have no opposition as he walked through the doors and corridors leading to the federal detainment wing. However a storm was brewing within and outside of the Prison. Calls were made. Situation updates were being provided, and a more thorough form of reinforcement in the form of NYC's police and SWAT were enroute to counter the situation.
HIs name is Clayton Charles, currently an inmate in the federal detaining wing of Rykers Island, awaiting a transport to a federal facility after having been caught and charged with the murders of a family of 5. This heinous act was carried out under the order an even more notorious crime figure by the name of Anthony Spirelli, leader of Spirelli Crime Family, one of the most influential crime organizations still operating in the country to date. Having been caught and very much guilty of the crime he was sought after, one would think the justice system prevailed in it's purpose save for the fact that the Federal Government is looking to cut a deal with this individual in exchange for a reduced or possibly even vacated charges due to the knowledge he possesses about the crime family, and Hard-Data believed to had been in his possession that was hidden, securely before his capture. Data that would directly implicate the Head of the family himself in being DIRECTLY involved in everything from Murder, Prostitution, racketeering, to gun running and human trafficking. Some believe under no circumstances should the lives lost NOT be considered. No information in this mans possession equates to the value of a life. Especially when 4 of the 5 lives that were taken were children, who were not only killed, but presumably sexually assulted and tortured before the eyes of their mother-----in an attempt to send a message and get information on the where about of her husband and his business dealings, information SHE NEVER EVEN HAD.
That husband would later return home to find his family massacred, and a message made clear. This man wasn't punished because he owed the Spirelli family or was even in business with them. This mans family was killed because he REFUSED. He chose NOT to succumb or give in to criminal demands to fork over property and business dealings he owned so that they could be used for the facilitation of criminal activity. A stance most wouldn't take. So when this particular contract came across Romulus' table and the information behind it was looked into by himself, he took a particular interest, he also took the Fee required for the services requested. That man, that stand up and righteous figure. That....FATHER. Paid for justice, and he was going to get it.
-----Final Prisoner City Transport -- 10:33pm
The last prisoner transport for the day had pulled in through the security check-points without a hitch and after it's occupants off loaded, had been pulled and parked next to several other busses and turned in for the night. Silent, devoid of immediate presences and clear of any lines of sight beneath the bus his large frame would have relaxed his efforts and allowed his back to touch the ground where he would slide out and from under it and remain in a crouched position. His infiltration onto the island had been an absolute success and from here on he needed only to make it to the holding cell. Romulus as usual came dressed for this particular occasion.
[Closest Visual Comparison. No Red. All Black, Two Eye sockets, Not One.]
The Infiltrator Suit. A product of his creation, and a combination of several owned manufacturer patents and the financial resources to produce this lightweight tactical suit consisting of Boron Carbide Composite Armor over his vitals, modular locked and placed onto a Titanium dipped Kevlar Tri-Weave fitted 1-Piece Jump Suit. Lightweight, Ballistics and kinetic resistant, flame retardant with a vastly reduced IR and Bio-Static field signature which greatly compliments Romulus' physical attributes and abilities. The highly reinforced Helm was modular locked and air tight with a built in filtration system, Poly-Visual Lenses with telephoto capabilities and SAT-Connectivity and a base Envrio-Telemetry and Bio-Metrics engine for the Operating system it uses. The same system which at the moment was uploading the schematics to this entire facility and rendering a 3D-Model in the HUD, and highlighting the location. At the moment the only thing that stood between him and his objective were several dozen of what was considered the WORST correctional facility employees, concrete and security doors, not nearly enough to keep him, the only decision to be made at the moment was how was he to go about it and if anyone else needed to DIE for him to procure this objective.
Romulus emerged peered around the bus and looked up, just outside of the Rose M Singer center, 1 of several maximum security facilities on the island and his current point of contention, as he was right at the release port, shy just 50 yards, more then 200 yards shy of the closest guard tower. It was at that point that a Loud BUZZING sound could tear into the night silence, indicating the Release-bay doors were soon to be opening and it was at that point Romulus made a move. Fleeting from around the bus and going into a full bore sprint the man was nothing short of a marvel to watch move even at 7' and well over 400lbs of Romulus' unique and mystically reinforced physique - attributed provided for a superhuman-pace of movement, clipping the 50-yard gap in seconds rounding a bend and going full bore toward the final exit fence which he barrels through and plows towards the door. His foot-falls like machine gun-fire against the concrete that cracked under the balls of the combat boots, before anyone could come through those doors, a loud audible---
BOOOOM!!!!!!
The shock of the impact flooded the building, even the electricals flickered. The doors and wall framing were all torn to pieces and the doors had gone flying to the sides and slammed forcefully into the waiting walls. With dust and debris rise and thickening in the air, all that could be seen was two glowing red eyes staring from a 7' tall black obscurity standing erect and assessing the half dozen correction officers in the room. The dust would begin to inevitably settle, and he would come into full view, and at the moment of his reveal absolute panic would set over the guards one of which was able to find the mental clarity to HIT the panic button and sound the alarm and set things off.------IT BEGINS NOW.
Once within the vehicle he'd have pressed the button and ignited the engine, which roared to life and was set into first gear where upon pressing the throttle and depressing the clutch the car would spin tires briefly before rocketing off down the alleyway and out onto the main. His finger found the left wrist, prompting a voice capture feature to activate so that he may send a message to Spade. "Proposition that guy I was just talking to. Put a cherry on top.."
Not to shortly after that, Spade could be seen coming around the bar and in his hand was a half-sized white envelope. While not having the most powerful of voices, as the lead bar tender and owner when he spoke most listened or quieted down so he could be heard which was the case when the words
"Ey! You, Cheese and crackers....got a message for you."
The white half sized envelope would be placed on the bar-top for Zek to get and should he open it's contents he'd find not only the $50 but another $200 inside with a note written along with it. "50 is for the name. Rest is a sign on bonus to a greater take if ur game. Haven. Tomorrow night. 2am." A chance for some quick and decent cash had presented itself for Zek should he be interested,
While not the stimulant to the shock sensor that was intended, the later impact against the tree at a far safer distance would infact trigger the Drones explosion, over the wall just a few meters shy of the mansion's perimeter wall------Sparing the shifter any threat of any serious or even moderate danger of injury. It was an event that could be heard from where Romulus was currently and training kept him from stopping and turning around to check in that direction but instead continue to move onward, now at 500 yards from his car and closing. His own heightened senses at this point would pick up the smell of the thermite from the foxhole he was in, having now gotten to the controller and electronic bits specifically they produced a wildly funky odor, and at that moment the wind would snap in the opposing direction putting the creature down-wind but a way's.
His own scent wasn't an issue---he took measures to mask that, old military and hunting tricks used to throw off dogs and predatory cats of the like work wonders, especially when you're wearing a Ghillie Exterior made of the same material of the land and area. That thermite smoke trail however, and the smell----was a supreme tell. Wouldn't be long before whatever chased the drone would see that and come investigate---If It was still alive and well which Romulus had hoped was the case.
Unnecessary killing wasn't his way. Collateral damage was a mainstay in the theatre of war and combat but that applied to area of effect things he couldn't control, that Drone dynamic was something he definitely could manage and he did. There as an audible beep in his ear once again, the notification he set on his phone for account updates and changes which meant whomever clearly wanted the information he acquired----COPIED---and now sent with a press of his Android watch. The encrypted data had been copied and sent. He had been paid and if managed to get out of here without further conflict he was all the better. His steady pace had him now crossing the 450 yard mark and steadily moving along.
"So long as I owe you, you'll never be broke." A round about way of basically telling someone no, especially someone he can't read or tell is being serious and Rom himself isn't trying to come off unnecesarily abraive. there was an art this man had in conversating tha made him hard to read and almost impossible to take serious, yet oddly enough it didn't cause one to be offended or off put by anything he said or did.. Rom had looked dowon breifly beofre being show the party he traveled with and would chuckle and nod some, while speaking out the corner of his mouth while answering the questtion. "Cool is definitely word you could use...
Spade had returned to him once and had giving thumbs up and a nod signaling that the information on the piece of paper he gave Rom wss valid and worth looking into. Whether his new found conversationlist wanted to buy it or not, this was a plce mercs to find and obtain contracts, some or most of them did have bountie on their heads and it was an unwritten law that no business or strife against fellow mercs be carried out on the grounds. Quite the heavy penalty wwhen it' violaed to.. The cigar had been plucked from his lips and dudded out in the metal ashtray efore them in the bar before bein returned to his inner coat pocket and the funds on his tab given to Spade directly. Rom tapped the bar top loudly with his right hand and pointed at spade, "Heading to Haven now, ill be confirming that shortly, you tell the client to have the ticket on that conract in line and ready im acting on it if this intel is any good." Those crimson eyes finally would turn back to Cheese and Crackers and flicker slightly, like jewels from the pits of hell they come light and fade back inactive before he spoke. "Good speaking with you, be safe. Duty calls.." Rom had rose to his full height and the obelisk of a man if uninterrupted would procede toward the side door he entered from.
Once in the side alley, the Beast vehicle [Detailed in profile] Patiently awaited and upon coming within range of his key fob, the high intensity lights and and tails ould come on and the car would unlock in heed to his approach.
"You'd be guessing correct. Im an optimist and I've got great intent, long term, those are things I can learn over the course of evening after these people and this event have served their purpose and passed on. I still intend to be here, for as long as you'll have me." He kept his stride within reason, he was in no rush to be away from her side or anywhere else. He had no aim or destination. He had no place to be or a time to be there, no, this woman had captivated him and at the moment he stood with her on his arm the world paused and time stood still. He was hers..there was no better place to be. They'd proceed through the event, past presentations, slowly, gradually, and aspire for their conversation to carry the status of their relationship both business and personal into a greater elevation by the time things had concluded. He'd have snagged a glass from a passing tender, inhaling the aroma through his nostrils which were gateways to heightened senses connected to a sharp mind capable of identifying and quantifying what he was sampling with unnerving accuracy. "Flavored wonderfully, no after-taste, good potency. Produced by your own diligence, diligence from a captivating and absolutely gorgeous wonder of the world. I wish to show my interest by showing my support. First by purchasing a large order for personal use. On occasion I throw and host events, attend others, provide sponsorships and entertain the likes of Philanthropist, Senators, Judges. All who like their goody bags and percs and what have you. I'd say a 2-Million dollar purchase will be enough for me to make sure your product sits besides others in those goody bags. I'd say it would make this event more successful then you intended, making you feel the need to ease up enough to celebrate....and I be the one you celebrate with."
The money meant absolutely nothing. Romulus was paid vast sums of money in both his line of work. Stock investments, Crypto currency, business ownership, manufacturing deals and patents and sponsorship contracts kept his pockets lined and his financial freedoms WIDE and ranged. The 2 million meant absolutely nothing to him in the grand scope of what it meant to support and invest in someone and believe in what they were capable of, especially when you TRULY TRULY appreciated their gift. One could say he loved someone capable of "Creating" anything that much, one could also he REALLY Loved alcohol as well. Both would be true. There was a certain aura about him, a command of the room. Not due to just his size and appearance but the confidence that was there. He served up a Tsunami of swagger, not spawned from arrogance but simply due to his recognition of the prize he sought, and that prize would get nothing less then the BEST he had to offer, his BEST foot forward and his absolute BEST impression.
"What say you to both proposals luv?" He intended on leaving here with a shit ton of booze, and The Babe of Babes, who would be shown quite the time and what it meant to be truly adored and cherished by a gentleman if she indulged.
The expletive vacated his mouth not out of some manner of fear or concern, but he'd have rather not garnered any attention. He expected the Drones run time to be limited due to some security measure of the mansion grounds itself, not the curiosity and perceptive prowess of one of it's inhabitants. That stated, protocol would have him scrub the drone and vacate the area but he couldn't do that now without unnecessarily hurting or even possibly killing the new comer. Killing wasn't a task he was paid for, or he reveled in without reason----so it's avoided when and where possible. As Carrick approached the drone initially nothing was done, it wasn't until he flew up to land on it would Romulus shove both controllers forward forcing the Drone to dive and accelerate out and away from the action where it would fast approach it's top flight speed of about 70mph and quickly clipping away at 1500 meter elevation. It was on a flight path and trajectory that would have the Drone swoop downward to a height of 300' the mansions ceiling roof-line and mad-dash toward it's rear most wall---on purpose. All the while Rom's hand would have depressed several buttons, and placed the controller on the ground of the foxhole.
He'd have emerged from the foxhole, cautiously, looking in all directions and then taking a final look toward the Mansion before beginning the trek south toward his vehicle parked 600 full yards away near the main road.----Meanwhile. The drone would make a mad-dash for the wall, where as protocol--it would scrub itself. Impacting the wall and the shock-sensor immediately setting off the fixed Semtex-Explosives. With preference on his end, and luck on Carrick's end, he wasn't following the Drone to closely in pursuit or began to break away seeing as it was flying for the wall---As the explosion would be QUITE powerful, 2lbs of Semtex had QUITE the blast radius, which could result in a significant amount of kinetic force and Drone Shrapnel being haphazardly sent in his direction, more substantial then that...a large section of the Mansions exterior wall was about to be obliterated.
Chival would have tapped his ear peace while making the trekk---Calling spade, speaking the minute he picked up. "Drone was spotted, but the intel's been saved and hitting your drop-box as an encrypted file. He sends payment, you issue it. Im vacating the area.."---Call dropped. Just behind him and inside the foxhole a thermite-pack would have activated within the controller, destroying it outright---but unfortunately doing so at the slight chance that the resulting smoke sifting pass the ghillie drape could plausibly be seen through the canopy from above IF Carrick had circled back and had sharp enough senses, which from such a distance would be a long shot---but a shot nonetheless.
A Rifle affixed to his back, like his current attire drapped in a ghillie wrap, Romulus carefully and meticulously fleeted through the woods toward his car---Not in full sprint, as something as large as he is, that can run as fast as he can was sure to make more then enough noise and a ruckus to give away his position even to one as far and high up as the new comer.
He had been making consistent trips to this same location, 1.3 miles north of the X-Mansion's outer most perimeter for a few reasons. Repetition can bring about notable results. Would anyone respond to his presence out this far? If he drove through? If he stopped and hung out a bit? If he camped? Largely the answer had been no. Training and protocol would dictate that it was the safest recon distance. He wasn't here for interaction, or combat, which made this contract considerably a cake walk for what it was worth. Pictures, a few hits for the FRS, structural scans and the like and he was done. The only reason things took even this long was because he was meticulous about his work and like any professional, went about things in a graduated and calculated manner.
The land here was at a higher elevation point then the X-Mansion, descending downward a mile to a lower elevation point roughly 200 or so feet. Barring the obstruction of countless tree's which blocked a clear line of sight, it was perfect should the need arise for him to use a set of binoculars as he'd have a limited vantage point over the wall. At the moment, his means of sit-rep were a bit more advanced, as he resided in a fairly large fox-hole which had been dug out over the course of a few days, then hidden with Ghillie Mats, fashioned of the flora-fauna of the area itself. Even his own attire consisted of Black-Tac gear beneath a pants and torso over-throw of Ghillie Material again made of the flora-fauna here. From within the confines the large man stares through the hand-held console controller of the Oz-Robotics Saxon Inspector UAS-Drone. A military grade, Quad-Rotor Recon drone currently over 1,500' above and 1.3' from his position taking High-Altitude scans and photographs of the X-Mansion perimeter, courtyard, and rear grounds. The information is Encrypted-Data transferred to a Solid-State drive in his vehicle which was parked just off the road 600 yards from his current position. Visual modes had been cycled, opting for an X-Ray Thermograph would have high lighted any organics moving around outside to be later scanned and identified with FRS, and would also serve the purpose of light surface penetration, revealing interior Heat-Signatures that unfortunately could not be FRS's but their biometrics could be scanned and categorized to run against existing data the client had in it's possession.
He'd tap an ear piece currently giving an audible tone to signal an incoming call on an encrypted line and be greeted by a familiar voice.
"How's it looking there at De-Casa De Mutie-ville?"
Rom's was quick to respond, "Stall me on the racial slurs Spade, Im not a fan. Makes me think you probably call me the N-Word to others when im not around.." Spade had nervously laughed off the notion. Many times he forgets that Romulus played no favorites nor did he disperse any kind of angst or bias to any group be they human or otherwise. He was a professional through and through and looked at all individuals equally----as Contracts and Objectives, nothing more. If they didn't wrong him he had no reason to wrong them back or speak or think ill of them. "But to answer your question, yea. Getting what was requested, sooner the better, so i can get out of here. I'll contact you on the drive back.."
The thermograph scan was interesting. Parts of the mansion that could be scanned and parts that weren't. Cold spots where he expected there to be heat. Meant that there was shielding or reinforced structures present, things you'd see in bunkers or hardened facilities. Romulus had never had any run ins with the X-Men themselves nor had any beef with mutants, but it was interesting nonetheless how much the government was willing to pay to take a round-about way through their little "Understanding" with this group. Not that he cared....pay was pay.
Mr. No name was amusing if he could say so in the least. He came off like one of those aloof types, not to much of a care in the world. Fly by the seat of his pants, but had some form of direction. Jack of all trades willing to learn more Quick witted. Romulus nodded to himself, as if making mental notes and answering certain questions internally without making it known. With three shot glasses left in front of him they were filled again and Romulus took a crack at responding, "You're at a Mercenary bar. The next job is what brings me here. Drinks aren't half bad either..."
Speaking of which 1 of the 3 were downed and he continued on, "Not at all. This isn't a place people in the field come to PAY for names, the Names are usually paying for us to Take other names off the board, or to work some manner or miracle. I'd say me not knowing your name or being overly interested is a blessing for you.." The second shot was downed. "Better you give it for free, then someone else paying me to know it. For now im fine calling you Cheese and Crackers...". It hadn't dawned on him prior to that moment but Romulus had taken a better look at Cheese and Crackers and had scrutinized his features in greater detail.
"So you know why im here, what about you? Sure ain't just for the food.." Romulus' right hand would reach into the left inside pocket and pull a Cigar from it that was placed to his lips and ignited. He eye balled the Cubab to ensure it wasn't Canoeing before settling them back onto Cheese and Crackers here.
Romulus stood there in a little bit of shock at first, either this guy was clueless or didn't drink and was weird an rude about it. Thankfully someone else picked up on it and plucked the shot up and would have raised it to Rom, who was annoyed at this point, gave a slight nod back and enjoyed his shot while -Cheese and Crackers- here decided to indulge him with conversation. Already he knew how a friendship or a consistent interaction with this one would go. The two differed, Romulus was of the more serious manner, a decent sense of humor and capable of quipping from time to time albeit sarcastically, and this guy was probably a full on riot when he wanted to be. Not a care in the world, and in his own zone almost always with either a diminished or elevated social method depending on what side of it you were standing on. Rom eyed the cheese and crackers and shook his head a bit at the manner they were both reached for, opened up and indulged in.
Took everything in him not to ask "Who the fuck stashes cheese and crackers in their sleeve? but he was more then sure he'd get a two thumbed "THIS GUY" as a response if he did that would have annoyed him even further. Still, the guy wasn't all bad. Even when he jokingly referred to the paper as homework, which wasn't to far off from the mark. "You could say that. Wouldn't be totally in accurate in assuming that." Rom would reach for the bottle yet again to dispense another shot while still speaking loud enough for him to be heard over the ambient commotion here.
"So what's with the school snack, You know they serve food here?...Then again.." He looked through the bar partition at Bill, the 50 year old asshole who prepares what passes for food here. It was hit or miss. He either undercooked it or burned the shit out of it and anything beyond a cheeseburger, you'd best have a damn healing factor if u planned on eating it. "Cheese and crackers doesn't seem half bad right now considering. You got a name fella??" May as well ask. Romulus thought.
You'd be hard pressed to miss an arrival like his. The vehicle (Listed in my sheet) was nothing short of captivating and attention grabbing and the 7' monolith of a man emerging from it wasn't to shabby himself. He loved these things, quite simply because he loved liquor. Not just to drink but to indulge in and be in the know. As a craftsman himself he could appreciate the time and dedication these things took and so, when able, and allowed he indulged in the celebrations and fanfare surrounding them. He'd depress the button on his car and it was left to be parked right in front of the establishment and for reasons that he wouldn't need to elaborate on----it wouldn't be touched or bothered by local police or anyone. When you know better you know better. For now his presence was all that needed to be focused on. A wonderfully constructed obelisk of a man clad in a 3pc Armani Suit tailored for one of his dimensions. Italian, 3 buttons, simple, Black slacks and jacket, black designer shirt and a black tie. No cufflinks or jewelry to be seen in or around his persons save for the Automars Piguet watch on his left wrist. Each step was heralded by an audible click of the red bottom shoes he wore while ascending the stairs and entering through the front doors and into the lobby where he'd indulge in the scent of this place. He could smell it....literally, the quality. Heightened senses had it's uses and today at this moment he enjoyed being barraged by a symphony of scents and spices and proper flavoring. 3 steps into the place he'd scrutinize the place, more so the lobby until his eyes rested on another, who like him, stood out.
If she was aspiring for being easily identifiable then she had succeeded, and the closer he got to her the more and more confident that he was correct in assuming that she was in fact someone of interest or even the person who put this together, a deep voice leaping forward from the lips on the bald and big bearded man with crimson eyes that even in the daylight seemed to glow like jewels from the pits of hell itself. Slowly his left hand would extend out to her, as if to request she accompany him and his words, when spoken would make quick work of any defensiveness or apprehensions she'd have in doing so. "I ask myself who do I need to see when I get here so that I can be quick about executing a decision ive made long before I even got here. "---By this time he'd have already walked to within arms length, towering the woman and smiling. "Being here to buy a vast amount of this product, that's easy, go for the person as well dressed as myself and NOT getting drunk off what's being sold, and well...here you are." How'd he know? Simple...her appearance and attire for one. Isolated from the rest, simply standing around and observing the comings and goings, that's another. The cherry on top? That only his elevated senses could pick up on? Her cup...a simple flavored drink devoid of any alcohol at all. She was probably the only person in here doing her best to stay sober. "Well? Shall we?" He kindly asked turning his extended hand into an extended elbow so that he might be accompanied by this beautiful woman.
Had just finished a shot when the mans voice hit his ears, and the comprehension of his words caused a familiar habit to trigger and ring true. Rom often identified or labeled people based on their demeanor and this guy screamed "Comedian". He was cool with the happy go lucky type of folk, the jokesters, guys who quip and got one liners for days---so long as they were actually funny. This one here was off to a moderate start so far, he at least garnered some recognition, Rom's eyes finding their corners and his head swiveling a few degrees in his direction before they then scrutinized Zek's attire. Stopping at the tear in his jeans before coming up to meet his gaze "Im guessing it's possible. *Brief pause* That must've been a pretty big dog that got to you....you should have shot it, messed up a good pair fo jeans."
Rom would pour up another 4 shots and slide one down the bar for Zek to have should he want it. Blanton's was VERY Strong, most of their bottles single pot aged up after a 9 time distilling process 40 years before being aged an actual 20 more. 130 proof, but still smooth as ice going down with low-heat but good after taste. In the time taken to do that Spade would have returned and slid a sheet of paper before him that would have been taken and pocketed. Leads. To be gone through and confirmed later, for now Romulus planned on enjoying the atmosphere here for the duration and figured he'd see where the night took him.
His left hand plucked the shot off the table and raised it, those eyes once again found Zek and would precede the glass being raised in ceremony of shot taking. Should his nod be met with another, the two would down the shot in unison and continue to have whatever dialogue that followed.
Clear, crisp and powerful bass notes [Posted video] knocked in melody within the cockpit of a highly modified Dodge Challenger Hellcat-Red eye [Widebody]. An obsidian skinned two door construct wildly abundant in power from birth, but thanks to his own prowess and knowledge worked with even more then the norm. Beneath the hood, howling like enraged banshee riding atop of a Tyrannosaur was a meticulously engineered and masterfully constructed Forged Internals, 6.2L Super Charged + Hellion Twin Turbocharged V8, heralding in excess of 1500whp whenever one had the sheer unmitigated audacity to fully press the throttle. He could feel the bass resonating in his chest, and he nodded in synch with the melody and became immersed in the mood and showcased presence of such a beautiful machine, looking like liquid night time with bright Bi-Xenon HID's for eyes glide down the main street and then turn off into an alley just adjacent the building that served as his destination. Within the closer confines of the alley the engine's growl seemed to be augmented. Bouncing off the walls, it was as if it was vibrating the time and space present within the immediate area itself for the entire time that it was slowly piloted off to the right and shut off. His keys were pocketed, and the door was opened so that the large bald-headed, thick bearded obelisk of a man once hidden beneath 5% Tint---was here for anyone to see.
He rose to a height of 7' even, wonderfully sculpted and constructed---Just like the car. Black Cargo Pants, Black Tall-Keg Suede TImberland boots, a Tank top and fitted T-shirt in sequence with the current color scheme finalized with a black leather jacket to finish off the look. There was a calm reservation to him, a mixture of regality and urban swagger seen in few, attempted by many, enhanced by the seemingly infinite amount of confidence radiating from the man who approached the side entrance of well known yet somehow still exclusive Tavern called "Sister Margrets", a mercenary bar and a haven for those in the business regardless of their background. Mutant, Human, mysitc or otherwise....it didn't matter. You needed or wanted work? It was here for you. Security not only didn't bother, they knew better. So it was of no surprise that the towering figure was allowed to enter the establishment armed and all, smiling the moment his nose caught whiffs of the air that manages to stay unchanged in hair. Wood, Liquor, cigar smoke and gunpowder. Never failed. Aged chairs and tables. Wood floors that needed to be done over, but more space then anyone can ask for, crystal clear TV's on the wall with cable and relevant shit to watch and the strongest drinks you can ask for.
Speaking of which his favorite was already placed on the counter top, his usual Blanton's Bourbon, the entire bottle and 4 shot glasses all of which were lined and filled and Romulus would sit after a few nods of greeting were exchanged and ensnare and down his first shot while the barkeep dubbed Spade spoke:
"Transfers complete. Dude deducted the cost of the car though.."
Romulus' eyes immediately went to spades, and quipped back before "You tell him I said run my money or i'll blow up his house next, with HIM IN IT..." spade would laugh aloud, pull out his phone and walk away momentarily as Rom worked through his next two shots and not to long after an audible chime would sound from his phone indicating a deposit had been made prompting Rom to nod, "Figured as much...anything else on the docket?" and Spade would raise a single index finger already knowing full well what was going to be requested of him. "Give me a moment while I sort them out Rom, couple of newbies around and those not of the fold, don't be surprised if a job finds you."
Hair color and style:Black/Bald, (White and Long and wild in Powered form)
Skin Tone:Light
Eye Color: Grey
Height:7' (When Not in Powered Form) 14'3" (In Powered form)
Build:Performance
Visible Magical Corruption: Metallic Rune Tattoos brand the entirety of his skin and body.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings:^^^^
Other features: (if applicable)
Everyday clothing style: Often wears loose fitting cargo pants of dark coloration. Black combat or fashionable black suede tall keg boots. Black or dark colored T-Shirt beneath a leather jacket or hoodie.
Uniform: None
Sleepwear: None
Miscellaneous clothing: (if applicable)
Character
Personality: Romulus is a pretty straight forward and easy going individual. Having a military background he has a tendency to be meticulous and very organized, especially in regard to his living space and the tasks he chooses to under take. He takes work and all things related very seriously and is not a big fan of those who don't. He prides himself on his professionalism. When not working, Romulus has very easy going, enjoys social drinking, playing pool and interacting publically where and when he can. As with most individuals, the other side of this coin is present, however Romulus has an absolutely terrible temper and when pushed or provoked unnecessarily, has absolutely no qualms resorting to violence.
Hobbies/ Interests:Gunsmithing, Shooting, Fishing, Mechanics and Automotive restoration and modification. Fabricating. Welding and Metal working.
Job or part time job and description: Mercenary and For Hire. His everyday employment is that of a Automotive Repair, Restoration and Modification specialist. Also a reknowned gunsmith and metal worker.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns:
Special talents:Degree's in Mechanical Engineering, Certifications in Welding and Metal working and fabrication. Several ASE and degrees in Automotive Technical Sciences. Certifications in Firearms and Munitions manufacturing.
Morality Romulus' trade and profession often a loose and open code of morality, but he differs. Romulus will often scrutinize every job offer presented to him and will deny them on grounds that go against his own aspirations or personal preferences. If a task or contract calls for absolutely heinous and decrepit acts (Such as Rapes, Selling or molestation of children or senseless killings of women, elders and children) Romulus has been known to kill Employers outright for not just the aspirations but having the audacity of asking him. WIth that stated, it isn't to uncommon that most contactors will avoid posting SOME public contracts in fear of Romulus catching wind of it.
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Chaotic Neutral. Romulus rarely acts of his own interest. As a mercenary his skills are for hire and so the assignments and tasks taken and acted upon are done with very little personals involved., With that stated he is fully aware that some of his actions can be viewed as Villainous and that the level of destruction often associated with his actions can and do often result high levels of collateral damage and the deaths of innocents. Barring a task or assignment, Romulus sides with no faction of good or bad, and often stays out of frays between groups, unless they involve individuals he holds valued relationships with or result in the death or injury of someone he cares about.
Feelings toward Mutants: No Bias. No ill will.
Feelings toward Humans:No Bias. No ill will.
Feelings toward Adapteds:No Bias. No ill will.
Magic
Arcana Praeditus:Evocation
Arcana Initium:Somation
Preferred Foci: Hands
Magical Theme: Combat
Snap Spell: Empower --- Taking on his Powered Form.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities:
Base Form: In his base form Romulus is in possession of low scale superhuman strength @ around a Class 5 Limit (This means his press limit is at 5 tons). For these reasons Romulus has similar levels of attributed speed, mobility and agility as a byproduct of the power his muscles can generate. Through his Somation discipline Romulus utilizes innate mysticism to bolster aspects of his physical outside of his powered form, resulting in elevated levels of stamina and endurance, so long as he can maintain the focus to harness the energy to do so. With this Romulus can fight and act tirelessly and without diminishing effort for extraordinary periods of time, but not indefinitely. The same discipline allows his body to endure at a higher capacity and duration then by normal comparison. Lastly, Romulus can utilize mysticism to bolster his physical durability as well, making his muscles, bones and skin become immensely denser then normal. This can result in him being many times more resilient to injury or physical harm. Enabling him to be impervious to things such as gunfire (Within a certain caliber range or ammo type), knives, blades and shrapnel (Forged of conventional means and materials) temperature extremes and falls from great heights or impacts. In his base form Romulus can still utilize the "Spell of Perpetual Motion", which would make it impossible for any person, thing, or object regardless of its mass, strength or resilience incapable of stopping his forward movement or the forward movement of an appendage or aspect of his being. Lastly, if so needed Romulus can utilize mysticism for the purpose of abolishing his bodies need for air, water or sustenance, allowing him to function exclusively in environments that would be devoid of either or kill someone else attempting to be there otherwise.
Mysticism in Base form: Being of the practice of evocation Romulus has minimal spell casting ability, however he is proficient in the use of generated, manipulated or ambient mystical energy for offensive and defensive purposes. In his unpowered state he can generate powerful blasts from his hands in the form of concussive or thermal beams. Concussive shockwaves with an alarming amount of kinetic force behind them, and barriers and fields of magic energy made solid. Romulus has a limited capacity in converting the state of that said energy. It can be released in pure form, a form akin to electricity, fire or light. Lastly, he has the ability to channel energy through himself for the purpose of enhancing his physical attacks in the form of elementally charged punches or kicks or shockwaves.
Powered Form: By moving into his powered form, all aspects of his physical being as mentioned before, are elevated even further. This raises Romulus' strength cap to a much higher Class 25 (Enabling him a press limit of 25 tons), and attributes effected, as previously mentioned scale in accordance with his increase in physical power. Key differences between his powered and base form is that attributes that would require the utilization or act of supplementation with mystical energy----function innately.The entirety of his being in his powered form or not is totally sustained by the quasi mysticism that empowers him making him no longer require food or drink or oxygen to survive, and his senses are also raised to similar peak. "The Spell of perpetual" motion functions innately and automatically in it's armored form and as one could assume would be even MORE effective as Romulus in this form is much larger and covers a larger surface area.
Powered Form Armor: In his powered form Romulus' entire body from head to toe is encased in an armor of Magical energy converted into "Composite" Material. It's has astronomical density and resiliency to temperature extremes and pressure. It is also effective against corrosives and molecular disruption Is Non-Metallicm and in no way shape or form hinders his mobility, agility, and speed. Furthermore the armor serves an effective barrier against would be telepathic intrusion on his being, and being of Romulus' power can be manipulated mentally to change it's shape or color where and when needed. Although highly resilient and virtually indestructible by conventional means the armor CAN be damaged or broken and in doing so if enough damage is taken it's ability to resist telepathic intrusion diminishes greatly. The armor can be effected or even damaged or destroyed by attacks, weapons or instruments of sufficient mystical characteristics to them, in fact any and all mystical aspects of offense would serve far more effective then conventional ones against it. Unforrunately, Romulus cannot sustain his armored form indefinitely and after a period of time (10-15 turns depending on if any damage has been taken), the form and the armor will revert until he can recover enough to utilize it again (10 turn cool down). Lastly, in this powered form, the fine motor control over Mystical Energy Romulus possesses seems to be greatly effected as he tends to disdain the usage of energy projectiles or elemental attacks beyond those empowering his physical strikes.
Weaknesses
Protean Bands: Metallic, Tribal like runic brandings that etched themselves onto the skin of Romulus. They serve as a limiter, bonded to the host along with the Ruby as a means of discouraging the host from tapping to deepl into the power bestowed, for prolonged periods of time. In essence this is the reason why Romulus tends to avoid long winded confrontation and attemptss to dispatch w ould be opposition quickly and with lethal force, as prlonged usage of his "powers" results in the brands siphoning off the mystical energies that emopower him to heat up resuting in his body being terribly racked with pain and temporarily fatigued beyond the ability to physically function. These bouts are not permanent and usually subside in time (1-3 Turns depending on severity of power usage).
Fighting Style: Military Derived CQC Tactics, Mixed Martial Arts, Krav Maga, Wrestling and Boxing.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons:Due to his abilities, Romulus has a tendency to not rely on defense, taking punches and attacks willingly knowing full well that the odds of them hurting him or doing any damage would be slim to none. Only against opponents with similar levels of strength to himself, or if he's angered or pissed off, does he seem seem to draw out enough respect or intent for him to begin utilizing defensive techniques such as dips, bobs, weaves parry's and counter throws.
History Of Your Character
Romulus entered the Military as a Marine at the age of 18 and before reaching the age of 25 had seen over several dozen tours and an even greater number of specialty missions. He excelled, being chosen for premier black ops and black bag operations, joint agency missions and special interest assignments the likes of which have had him operate and see combat all over the world. One such mission would have had him infiltrate the base of what was believed to be a terror cell, only to discover the group to be a far more dangerous and powerful mystic occult. Out numbered, out gunned and in way over his head, it was in his fleeting moments of attempting thwart their operations and bring the base down as a whole, did Romulus find himself trapped in the bowels and lowest confines of the base, where he would come across it's most prized possession and focus of their worship, The Prized Ruby of Proteus, an artifact said to possess the entirety of the fallen Mystical Entity within it. Many of the occult following attempted to utilize the Ruby, leading to the deaths of over hundreds of would be suitors and it would be Romulus upon hearing the Gem calling to him would not only grab hold of, but be successfully bonded with it and the entity within turning himself into and forevermore a human "JUGGERNAUT".
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: THE UNSTOPPABLE ONE
Where did you learn about this site?: Google
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who:No.
Sample RP:
With every foot fall the earth shuddered. Structures shivered like frail frames in winter weather. As he transitioned over inadequate flooring and garnered metallic protests at every bend and yield beneath the paramount weight of his armored frame. Simply bearing witness to it wasnt enough but knowing that this obelisk, this titan, this walking construct of raw and unyielding physical power had the purpose of inflicting PAIN on you of all things played hell on the stability of ones mental during the ordeal. Never in the 50 years of arms dealing did Dondal Stiles ever thing he'd be facing down such consequences. Never before had he felt so deserted and alone and betrayed, even by the manufacturers of the safe house that promised him that the 6" thick reinforced blast doors before him that were being literally torn from their moorings---were impenetrable and virtually indestructible. They are degraded and taken down as if they were wet cardboard, his fingers having impaled their solid structures before powerful digits compressed and pry'd them free and tossed them behind him with ease. The deafening sound of multi-ton slabs hitting the ground was a brief overlay that fast faded into the resuming THOOM of his foot falls that carried on as he crossed the divide, a 14' tall armored harbringer of death and destruction, now being fired upon by a desperate man with a pistol and nothing to lose. Just as he drew near and death was promised, Dondal would turn the weapon on himself, placing the hot barrels tip at his temple before closing his eyes to squeeze before---
-CRUUUUUNCH!!!!!
Absolutely sheering and unbearable pain, from an armored hand that grabbed and crushed not just the gun but the entirety of his hand, wrist and forearm within it's grip before hoisting the body linked to it to eye level. Glowing slits through the armored helm stared on and a gravely voice heavy with power spoke, "You wish it would be that easy..." And he was here...and his Objective would know this full and well.
Romulus Main Vehicle/Method of Travel \
Model Name[/b]: Challegner Weight: 7500lbs (Curb Weight/Dry) Production: Base Model yes. Not this version.
Specifications
Engine:
-Bored and Stroked 7L V8 -Forged Crank, Rods and Pistons. (10.5:1 Compression) -Titanium connecting rod bolts, wrist pins and crank bolts -Ported and Polished Heads -Oversized Valves -Titanium, Sodium filled Valves, Springs retainers and keepers. -Titanium Low-Friction Roller-Rocker style arm assembly. -Titanium Alloy Dual Mass 10lb Flywheel -Twin Disc Stage 6 Clutch -Custom 8L Dry Sump External Oil System -Custom NiObium Alloy Long tube headers -Factory Displaced 4L Twin Scroll style Supercharger. -2 x Hellion Bottom style mounted 68 Trim-Turbo Chargers. -Triple Pump 1900LPH Flex Fuel Fuel Pump and Regulator. -1x Liquid Nitrogen Fed Killer Chiller Intercooler/Intake system.
Transmission:
-Hybrid Synchro/Dog Cut Titanium alloy Gear set (6spd) -Quiafe Custom Works Custom Transfer Case w/Hybrid Synchro/Dog cut Titanium alloy planetary Helical Gear w/ Computer Controlled Torque Vectoring and Distribution -Quafe Custom Works Custom Hybrid Dog/Syncrho Cut Titanium alloy 3.07 Helical Rear Differential. -Titanium Alloy Synchros
Suspension:
-Full Custom Electromagnetic Full Race Computer Controlled One Piece Dampening System -Full TItanium Independent front and rear suspension with adjustable Upper and lower control arm assemblies and Tie Rods and Rear Radius arms. -TItanium Ally FULL Diff Brace -Boron Carbide Composite front and Rear Differentials. -17" Carbon Ceramic Crossed Drilled and Slotted, Vented Rotors w/ 6 piston calipers front and back. -Fully adjustable front and rear sway bars and links.
Extras
-Car is equipped with a Level 5 Armor Plating and Bullet Resistance. Boron-Carbide Ceramic Plating in Doors, Roof, Hood and beneath the car who's skin is composed of a high-density Carbon Fiber-Nano Weave for added resistance while maintaining lines, rigidity and keeping weight gains to a minimum. Chars frame work has been swapped from Automotive Grade aluminum to Air-Craft grade Titanium Alloy Monochasis, again to save weight and increase rigidity and stifness and impact resistances. All windows are Glass-Clad Polycarbonate, doors, One way HVAC design and interior skeletal is sealed making the car literally air tight and oxygen is fed through the one way HVAC when it's on or off but not actively closed.
-GPS -DRIVE SYSTEM (Vehicle Performance based AI) -Fully Fiber Optical Electrical System
Performance
Power - 1530whp @ 7200rpm's Torque -1580wtq @ 7200rpm's 0-60 - 2.5 Seconds (AWD Mode active) 1/4 Mile - 8.2 (AWD Mode Active, launch mode disabled. Will dip into the 7's with Launch Control) Top Speed - Never recorded, Est. 270+mph
