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?
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As Quin explained what she was going to school for, Will's eyebrows raised, the expression on his face showing he was clearly impressed by Quin's vocation of choice and the demanding education it entailed. "Law school? Dang..." He gave a small chuckle and shook his head in mild disbelief, "I barely dragged myself through law in high school. Must be a tough course load."
As they walked along, sharing small talk back and forth, they broke the tree line and managed to get away from the direct glare of the setting sun. Will could feel a knot of tension almost immediately loosen as the worst of the heat let up. The air might have still been more sticky and humid than he'd prefer, but at least without the sun's glare beating directly down on his head it became a level that he could tolerate.
"Ah, y'know..." Will responded to the inquiry into what he did himself. "Never did figure out what I'd study after high school." He shrugged before continuing, "So for now, I took up the noble task of makin' sure everyone gets their coffee in the mornings." He chuckled, a small smirk on his face. "Just a barista at one of the cafes downtown." Will explained, in case his attempt at humor fell flat, or lacked clarity.
Now that they could take shelter beneath the canopy of branches and leaves, he planted himself beside one of the trees, leaning his back against the bark, taking some weight off his tired legs. Will took the opportunity to uncap the bottle of water in his right hand, lifting it to drain the remainder of the now unpleasantly warm water.
"Not what I thought I'd be doing." Will admitted, sounding a little thoughtful as he spoke, some of the humor in his voice giving way to a note of wistfulness. "But, life's weird, yeah?"
As they crossed the point which informally marked the end of Lee's first lap Will could feel his form starting to break, the rubber of his heel scraping against the path in a second misstep, this one caused by his growing fatigue rather than being startled again by the person he was running along with.
She said that he was out of his league. Given what his senses were telling him he'd say that was more than a bit of an understatement. But she was remarkably tactful in informing him how utterly outclassed he was.
"No kidding. You make this look... too easy." was Will's breathless reply to Lee's reinforcement that he was, in fact, well out of his depth in trying to keep up with her. The young man couldn't help but return her smile even while he began flagging, dropping behind her more and more as the run continued.
Will slowed his pace, moving from a full run back to an easy jog, slower than before he'd heard Lee running up behind him and impulsively tried to out run the stranger. He raised a hand in a brief wave, calling out before she was too far out of earshot. "See you next lap then?" Will's words seeming to be as much a question as a statement.
With that, Will continued his casual jog, setting an easy enough pace he could start to catch his breath again. Watching the distance grow between the two of them, he mulled over his suspicions about the seemingly indefatigable woman as he continued moving through the dark of the night.
Will had to admit, Lee asked an excellent question. Why was he trying to keep up? The bit of a competitive streak in him should have been satisfied with matching pace for a few seconds, giving the other late night runner a nod and then falling back to his usual pace. Should have taken 30 seconds, maybe a minute.
But here he was, still throwing his limbs forward in a full run to keep up. Why?
Turning his head to face Lee as he answered her, Will broke into a bit of a sheepish smirk, shaking his head as their feet beat the path in tandem. "No. Not a good one." He admitted, speaking in short sentences punctuated by his rapid breathing. "Bit competitive, I guess." Will's smirk grew wider and he gave what he hoped was an apologetic shrug at the flimsy excuse for his actions.
It was foolish, he knew, to be so stubbornly competitive about this. It wasn't as though he was a professional runner or athlete. It wouldn't even be the first time he'd come across someone faster than him on one of these runs, or someone who could outdistance him. Still, something scratched at his brain. Will could practically feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as Lee continued to run alongside him, seeming to be completely unbothered by the pace. Even after minutes of hard running, she didn't sound the slightest bit winded when she'd spoken, while he'd struggled to get out more than a half dozen syllables between breaths.
Even when he'd ran along runners who were faster than him, or the ones who had more stamina by far, he could always pick up on some kind of fatigue at this point. Anything.
"Gotta admit though," Will said, turning back to face forward, keeping his ear trained on her as he tried to goad his body into keeping up for another minute or two. "I think I'm outta my league."
"Be a bit of a neat trick, wouldn't it?" Will smirked as Quin mentioned the bit about the sun following him, but he waved one hand in a dismissive gesture as he continued. "But, nah... Don't think I know how to manage that."
It was probably a bit odd to go asking someone you'd met for all of a minute and a half to hang out for a chat, but, it also seemed like it would been rude to just walk away after a conversation had been struck up.
'Hey, thanks for worrying about me, but go away now!' ... Yeah, it seemed a bit crass. Besides, Quin seemed nice enough -- even showing concern for a total stranger, so he wasn't all that worried. And it really was nice to be chatting with someone where he didn't have to plaster on a customer service smile and thank them for their business.
Having spotted a shady patch of trees a bit more north of the Reservoir, he started making his way towards what he'd hoped would be some relative cooler air, casting a look over his shoulder to Quin. "Summer session?" Will inquired, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "Taking some classes then?"
The average person doesn't really know how much you can read from someone else's face, even when someone is trying to hide it. Subtleties to the was muscles move, particular was they tension in the jaw, micro expressions that happened faster than the person making them was even aware of. It was an open book to those that could read it, but most people missed anything but the most obvious signs. Unless of course you were in a career where your life and livelihood depended on it. Detective. Debater. Therapist. Customer service.
All those years of training, of picking up customers' moods before they were aware of it themselves gave Will the knowledge to read those sorts of tiny signs. The young man's enhanced senses would have let him pick up on even an practiced liar's earnest feelings from across the room. So when he met Lee's gaze as she nodded back, he could almost -feel- the suspicion radiating off of her.
Ah hell. Was acknowledging someone else on a run really that weird? Did he just give off the vibe of being a creep, or was it something else?
Will's expression quickly dropped into a safe, well-practiced customer service smile as she returned the nod, and his mind scrambled over what he'd done to deserve such suspicious. He turned his to face forward along the paved path again as he kept pumping his legs, trying to keep up with Lee's demanding pace.
Will managed to lose himself in the run for the next minute or two, as he pushed himself to fall into rhythm with Lee's strides. The burn in his legs, the soft slap of rubber soles on pavement, and a far off point to focus on gave him a brief reprieve from the sensory inundation he'd be struggling through. He was glad he'd had time to warm up with a long jog before going into a full run like this, but he knew it still wasn't a pace he could keep up for long. Yet, Lee there didn't seem to be struggling with the pace even slightly, even after running along side her for a few minutes.
Wait.
Will almost stumbled, a half-step that scraped the sole of his shoe roughly along the path as a realization crept into his head that his laboured breathing was the only breathing he could hear between the two of them. Lee wasn't struggling -at all-.
Will's eyes flickered over to her, trying to watch her out the corner of his eye without being noticed, an expression somewhere between impressed and confused on his face. They'd been matching pace for a few minutes now, and with how he'd heard he closing in on him, she must have been moving this fast for at least a little while before then. Surely she should be showing -some- sign of fatigue, but...
"Yeah, I was hoping the water would make things a bit more bearable," Will responded as Quin commented on the breeze, or lack thereof, coming off of the Reservoir proper. "Guess I've been makin' all kinds of poor assumptions with the run today."
Will combed a hand through his hair, pushing the sweat damp hair off of his skin where it had been clinging, wiping his hand dry on the leg of his shorts. Ugh, it really was an awful evening to be out trying to run. And of course he'd be striking up the only non-work conversation he'd had for days while he was sweating out of every pore.
He cocked his head to the side in a slightly exaggerated expression of thought as Quin asked about how often he was here. Will gave a non-committal shrug, accompanied with a small shake of his head. "Eh... I'm here often enough, on one of the paths or another." He answered, gesturing vaguely to the rest of Central Park. "Usually come out a bit later at night." Will explained, following her gaze up to the sun and squinting at the light. "And today's really showin' why I made that a habit..."
Will dropped his eyes from the sun and back to Quin, blinking away the sunspots dancing in his eyes as he did. "So... I dunno about you, but I am absolutely cooking out here." He laughed, looking past her and slowly scanning the landscape of the park around them, looking for any sort of shelter from the furious sun overhead and mentally trying to recall if they were anywhere near a place with cold drinks and air conditioning that wouldn't break his wallet. "If we're both callin' it quits, you want to at least find some shade?"
Will could hear the 'pat, pat, pat' of Lee's shoes against the path as the distance between them closed. For a moment, he simply filed it away, another piece of noise adding to his frazzled nerves, but upon noticing how quickly the beat of her feet against the ground was closing he threw a glance over his shoulder in a bit of surprise. He couldn't help himself from feeling a prickle of concern at feeling like he was being pursued, his base instincts telling him he was being chased down.
Jeez, but she was making good time, wasn't she?
As he watched her shift to one side of the running path, he relaxed, grateful for the courtesy shown and returned the gesture, moving to the opposite side to give the both of them plenty of space. With the brief flicker of worry about his safety extinguished, Will couldn't keep from feeling at least a little competitive and as Lee closed the distance, he slowly sped up from his jogging to match pace with her, in a full run by the time she'd caught up and he tried to match her strides.
Will gave Lee a small nod of greeting instead of trying to speak and hoping he'd be heard. After all, he could faintly hear the muffled sound of music from her ear buds from his side of the trail, and beyond that, he was better saving his breath for running than using it in trying to hold a conversation. While he doubted he'd be able to keep pace with her for too long, it was reassuring to have someone else along for the run this late. Will knew well enough that the park wasn't exactly the safest, especially as the clock was pushing close to midnight, but also that you were much less of a target if you weren't alone.
It was another one of -those- nights. Will had spent an hour laying in bed with his eyes clamped shut, trying to fall asleep. He had been tired enough that it felt like he was thinking through a wad of cotton batting, but he couldn't manage to drift off to sleep, the cacophony in his apartment building hammering at his senses like a drummer in a particularly bad mood. The noise of the party three floors above him felt like it was set up just outside his bedroom door. The skunky, resinous stench of someone's night time indulgence that had blown in his window felt like it was choking him, and the normally silky sheets under his skin felt like sandpaper every time he rolled over.
The young man cracked open one eye enough to roll over and peer blearily at the clock on his bedside table. '11:04pm'. Will stared at the numbers for a long few moments, mentally weighing how he felt now and how likely it was he could get away with calling in sick to work again. With a defeated sigh he pushed himself out of bed, throwing on some comfortable clothes that he could run in, and threw a backpack over his shoulders before he made his way outside.
Half an hour later, Will's breathing came out in quick puffs into the cool night air as he jogged along the path looping around Central Park. The young man's sneakers beat a steady rhythm against the paved surface that curved the miles around the patch of greenery surrounded by so much steel and glass. He continued his run through what, to most anyone else, would have been relative quiet, save for the muted sounds of distant traffic and occasional yelled argument from the streets.
Still too loud. Still too bright. His backpack bounced lightly against him as he kept putting one foot in front of the other.
He probably should have been a bit more concerned about his safety in the park this late at night, but... It wasn't as though anyone was about to sneak up on him. Besides, he hadn't noticed anyone suspect, just the sounds of the occasional person or small group cutting through the park, on their way to or from parties and bars. Not to mention, he could tell he wasn't the only one taking a late night run, he could hear the foot falls of what he guessed was two or three others also jogging or running around the perimeter of the park, so he wasn't the only one being brave or foolish.
At Quin's accusation that he might have been the cause of the sun's angry disposition Will couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter. In spite of his fatigue and the sweltering heat from the aforementioned irate ball of fire hanging in the sky, he couldn't help but appreciate some humor.
As she replied to his other question, admitting she'd been looking for an excuse to quit her run (or at the very least she was polite enough to pretend she was) and introduced herself, he nodded back in greeting. "Will." He offered his own name simply, breaking into a grin as he played along with the joke, "Glad I could be so helpful. Least I can do after I brought on a day like today."
The young man brought a hand up to his eyes, shielding them from the light of the sun as he watched the few runners more durable or stubborn than the two of them still making their circuits around the gravel path, giving his head a shake of disbelief, his ears tuned to the pleasant crunch of gravel underfoot as they pressed on through the evening heat.
"Run here often?" he asked, turning his attention back to Quin, one eyebrow raised in question. "Or was the weather just too nice to pass up the chance?"
"Pff.... Yeah..." Will managed to sputter out in response, his words as much an exhale as proper speech as he gasped for air. He waved his hand dismissively, as though trying to brush aside the concern in the other person's voice, while trying to collect himself enough to give more than monosyllabic responses. That part took him longer than he would have liked, and he held up a single finger, wordlessly asking for a few moments with the gesture. Will tried his best not too feel embarrassed as he took the next ten seconds to breathe, finally getting enough air into him to answer properly. "Yeah, I'm good."
Will might have felt awkward at the concern of the red-headed stranger, but hearing her words, he couldn't help but nod in agreement with her comment on the weather. He dragged the back of his forearm across his forehead and looked up at the setting sun, either squinting at the light, or glaring at it like a hated enemy. Probably both. "Tell me about it. Dunno what I did to piss off the sun, but..." Will scoffed, giving a short, breathless laugh and shook his head, dropping his gaze from the sun and back to face the person speaking with him.
"Sorry to worry ya," The young man apologized, his free hand tugging the front of his shirt off of his skin where it had adhered itself to his torso, flapping the fabric back and forth to try and get some relief from the heat. The idea of throwing himself bodily into the Reservoir was becoming more and more tempting, even with the consequences of fines and the questionable cleanliness of the water.
Will tried to keep his legs moving a bit, lifting one, than the other, shifting weight from side to side. He vaguely recalled somewhere that if you stopped completely after a run, that's how your legs lock up on you... or was it supposed to stop cramping? Something to do with your legs hurting less, regardless.
Past the concerned stranger, he could see a few others still making the circuit around the track, each of them suffering with the heat in varying levels, evidently there were a handful of others as stubborn as the two of them. After he'd recovered enough to hear the music being pumped out tinnily from her earbuds over his own breathing and heartbeat, he flashed her a smile. "Hope you didn't interrupt your run on my behalf."
The sun had started to set, turning the sky orange and casting long shadows across the grass and water of Central Park, but the humid summer air still held onto every mote of heat of the day. The only reprieve from the heat was the hint of a breeze, carrying a bit of cool air off the surface of the water of the Reservoir. There was a sparse population of people throughout the park, some sitting on blankets or benches, others standing and chatting. Most walked, alone or in small clusters through the evening heat and lengthening shadows. And then, of course, were the stubborn few on the running paths, jogging or sprinting through the heat as if in defiance of the angry orange orb that hung in the sky. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The gravel path underfoot made satisfying noises each time Will's foot came down, and he propelled himself around the circuit, more than half way through his second lap now. Battered grey sneakers beat the ground, off rhythm, as fatigue had set in shortly after the first lap. His black t-shirt, emblazoned with a purple Gatchamon on the front, clung to his back, damp and sticky with perspiration.
He hated running in the heat like this, when the air was so thick you could almost cut it. But it beat being able to hear the humming of the electricity from the poorly grounded sockets in his apartment when he got home. It would be better than smelling the unchanged litter boxes from the apartment three doors down from his, no matter how much air freshener he sprayed. His senses had been on overload all day, and he was determined to run until his knees gave out if it meant getting a reprieve from the overwhelming stimulus. In this heat, however, that point might be approaching faster than he'd anticipated.
Three-quarters now. Almost. Will could see up ahead his starting point, an arbitrarily chosen spot on the north side of the Reservoir where he'd started running... Fifteen minutes ago? Twenty? He hadn't set a timer on the phone stuffed into the pocket of his grey shorts, but wouldn't have wanted to break what little form he had left now by digging it out anyway. He could swear he could feel the weight of the air slowing him down, hot and humid, draping across his shoulders like a wet, heavy blanket. It didn't matter though, he was almost there, each crunch of gravel under his feet bringing him one step closer to the end of the lap.
Will gritted his teeth, pumping his lean arms and legs with renewed determination as he saw his finish line in sight. Fifty steps. Thirty steps. Twenty. Just a little more... Pushing himself over what was, probably, almost definitely the point he'd started, he staggered from a run to a jog to a stop, making his way off the gravel and into the grass to make way for the other handful of people as stubborn or foolish as himself. Will was stooped over, knees bent and he placed a hand on one to support himself as he breathed heavily, his other hand wrapped around a half-empty bottle of water. Gathering himself enough after a long few seconds, he straightened up, his breathing still heavy and heart thundering in his ears as he cursed the heat with the little breath he had.
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Canadian-American
Appearance
Hair Colour and Style: Light brown, usually short, normally uncombed and messy, but occasionally styled to be -intentionally- messy.
Skin Tone: Fair
Eye Color: Hazel
Height: 5’6” (170cm)
Build: Toned, but skinny.
General Physical Capabilities: Largely human average. He’s a bit scrawny, so his strength is nothing impressive, but can run for quite a while without getting winded.
Other features: Faint freckles across the bridge of his nose and cheeks, more prominent when he gets more sun. A roughly 3-inch scar on his left shin, just below the knee.
Everyday Clothing Style: Casual, jeans and graphic tees with a leaning towards some punk/alt styles. Wears round, wireframed glasses when needed.
Uniform: N/A
Character
Personality: A bit guarded and detached. Basically wearing a customer service personality at all times, seems friendly and jovial, but someone good at reading people can tell it all rings a bit hollow. An introvert pretending to be an extrovert. Uses that mask to keep people at arms length. Beneath it, he’s a bit fussy and particular, and can be somewhat immature due to largely shutting himself off from making many real connections. Falls hard and fast for folks that do crack through his shell, be it platonically or romantically. A bit of a neat freak, which comes from his senses occasionally being way too sensitive. You tend to want to keep everything spotless when you can smell like a bloodhound and can’t turn it off.
Has an anti-establishment streak, fueled by both his status as a mutant and the media he prefers (counter-culture / punk), but largely lacks the courage and determination to act on it, though frequents protests and actively follows social justice movements.
Morality: Neutral-bitter. With a mutation that feels like it’s nothing but a hassle and the stigma against mutants, he feels he’s been dealt a poor hand. While he’s not the type to blame any individual person, he enjoys “karmic justice” more than he should, and has more sympathy for the radical elements that support mutantkind than the average person. That said, he’s not about to turn his back on someone in trouble, but would likely fall victim to the bystander effect if there was a group.
Hobbies/ Interests: Tokusatsu media, retro video games and punk music. Has a guilty pleasure of binging cleaning and restoration videos on Clikclak and Viewtube
Job or part time job and description: Barista, full-time. Small, independent cafe instead of a quick service chain. Makes the coffee that keeps you going in the mornings.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Being outed as a mutant. Loss of control of his powers - fears getting ‘trapped’ in his body without any senses.
Special talents: Brews a mean cup of coffee, has ‘life hacks’ to clean just about anything, and can tell you which deodorants actually work.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Sensory Manipulation -By touching someone, Will has the the ability to enhance, degrade, completely disable or chaotic overwhelm another person’s senses. While this doesn’t require skin-to-skin contact, anything thicker than a sweater can inhibit the effects, either blunting debilitating effects or making beneficial effects less pronounced or more difficult to apply.
Enhanced Senses (Self): Will's own sensory powers affect him subconsciously. Will is incapable of actively manipulating his own senses using his powers, and his senses are instead intrinsically linked to his current energy levels. At peak energy levels, Will's senses are beyond human, overall being as sharp as an animal's. However, as his energy wanes, so do his senses. That is to say, using his abilities affects his own senses detrimentally.
Sensory Enhancement/Debilitation: Will can enhance or debilitate another person’s senses. Currently, this takes him about a minute, per sense affected, to enhance someone’s senses to peak human performance -- safely, at least. This ability -can- enhance senses to superhuman levels, but the recipient is liable to be overwhelmed by the sensory input. Likewise, Will can reduce someone’s senses to about 10% of what they would normally experience, and often causes colour blindness when one’s vision is affected. While manipulating someone’s senses, Will gets a subtle level of ‘feedback’ from the target’s senses, tapping into them to a small degree - this doesn't allow him to use the other person's senses, but does create a link between himself and the target. While linked, powerful enough sensory stimuli affecting the target can be faintly sensed by Will, (I.E. A bad wound may mirror onto Will as a dull ache, he may feel the need to squint if the other is hit with blinding light, etc). Once the manipulation has been done, this link allows Will's power to continue to affect the target even without physical contact with Will. Will can end the effect at any time but does need to focus a small amount to maintain the enhancement or debilitation. As such, while he can maintain the effect for as long as he has energy, a loss of consciousness will abruptly end the sensory change, and if can be forcibly ended if Will experiences a suitably massive shock. Remaining linked with 1 person is not taxing on him, and could be held for upwards of 8 hours without strain. However, maintaining multiple enhancements or debilitations becomes exponentially exhausting, giving him a practical limit of 3 people affected at once, and only for roughly an hour before suffering side-effects.
Sensory Inundation: The most base, direct way Will has of using his powers and affecting others. With this, Will simply releases as much energy as he can in a single burst, affecting anyone that he’s touching, and anyone touching him. People affected are hit with a cacophonous, chaotic blast of sensory input, the mental equivalent of a flashbang for all 5 senses. This is extremely disorienting, and can cause unconsciousness in those affected. The primary effects fade quickly, within a few seconds, but lingering side effects such as the feeling of pins-and-needles in limbs or phantom sounds can persist for a few hours. Due to the energy expended, Will can only use this 4 or 5 times before he’s risking serious side effects. Sensory Negation: Will can temporarily cause a person’s senses to go completely dead for a short period of time, though this ability can only affect one sense at a time. Usually, it takes roughly 3-5 seconds of contact with another person to ‘find’ the path to the sense he’s targeting before he can affect his target, overwhelming the sense with a surge of energy to shut it down. Once negated, a person’s sense comes back in roughly 5-10 minutes. Unlike his ability to more granularly enhance or dull a person’s senses, this ability doesn’t seem to be something his can consciously extend. From peak condition, he can use this ability about a dozen times before suffering ill effects.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
All of Will’s abilities require him to touch his target to affect them. Even something as simple as a thick jacket can significantly blunt the effects of his abilities.
Non-human creatures are not affected as much by his abilities, about half as effective. And non-organic creatures would not be affected at all.
Other than his most taxing ability, he needs at least a few seconds of focus in order to use his mutant powers, which is a tall order if you also have to hold onto the target. Will has no control over his power's effect on himself, and at peak energy levels, he’s in fact quite uncomfortable as he has no way of turning off his amped up senses, leading to overstimulation and headaches.
Conversely, as his energy levels wane, his senses begin to degrade as well, first dropping to human standard and progressively becoming worse. I.E. - slowly losing his sense of smell and taste, noises becoming less distinct, becoming near-sighted, more and more colour blind, and losing any sense of touch. These effects happen gradually, worsening overall as his energy levels dip. If completely drained, he could become totally insensate, effectively trapped in his body with no way of sensing the world, at least for a time. Going from a completely 'empty' tank to full would take him about 4 days, assuming proper meals and bedrest, with human normal senses coming back between 2-3 days.
While Will can bring senses a person's senses to peak human with little drawbacks, his ceiling for enhancing someone with human standard senses caps out at roughly animal level. (I.E. Eagle sight, blood hound scent, etc). If someone were to already have senses on par with animals, he could amplify their heightened senses by about half again, or a 50% increase. For anyone with senses beyond that, his powers would only have a negligible effect. Additionally, he's unable to affect senses beyond the 5 human standard senses that he is familiar with.
History Of Your Character
Will was born to a Canadian mother and American father in Toronto, Ontario and had a fairly unremarkable upbringing. Went to a public school, played hockey, got decent grades and some less than decent ones. At 15, he and his family moved to New York, his father getting a new job in some telecommunication company which landed them solidly in the upper-middle class, but uprooted him from his hometown. It was around that time that Will started to feel that everything around was too loud, too bright, everything tasted and smelled wrong, even the air felt odd on his skin. The awakening of his mutant powers was brushed off as being stressed and overwhelmed at the move, as, at that point, they were only affecting him. His new discomfort with what seemed to be like the whole world made him a bit unapproachable, and he had troubles with his studies and making friends in the new school. Not so much making enemies. Within the first few weeks he was cornered by someone who’d decided they weren’t going to be friends. There was an altercation. Will won, knocking the bully senseless with a burst of sensory energy. With luck, no one else saw the fight, and Will’s aggressor just thought they’d been sucker punched.
Armed with new knowledge, Will started learning how to navigate the world as a mutant. He graduated high school with little fanfare, and a year of searching for schooling turned into two, and then three. On his parents' urging (and with significant financial help from them) he moved out, found a job he could stand and… more or less just continues to live, grumbling behind a mask of customer service cheeriness as he pours coffees for the early risers of New York City.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC/Discord alias you’ll be using?: Drew
Where did you learn about this site?: Google search while attempting to find another old proboard forum RP.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: N/A
Sample RP:
It’s amazing how easy it is to forget things.
Will couldn’t remember exactly how he’d gotten into such a heated argument with the person who was now screaming obscenities at him, the older man standing a good 6 inches taller than Will, as spittle flew from his lips. Nor could Will remember how in the next few seconds he’d wound up flat on his back, the cold, rough cement of the sidewalk pressing into his back while his head exploded in pain. Will wasn’t quite sure why his face was suddenly wet, why he could smell and taste blood, or why the other student was sitting on his chest with a meaty fist raised to throw another punch. Will though, did remember, wanting to take all the noise and cacophony of the world around him, the throbbing in his head and the coppery stink of blood in his nose, to take all that overwhelming stimuli and chaos and throw it back at his aggressor. And so he did. Jabbing a flat palm into the man’s chest, Will held nothing back, lighting up his assaulter’s senses like a Christmas tree, a chaotic wave of sensory noise slamming into and through them like a tidal wave of static and light. A few, blurry, adrenaline hazed seconds later and Will staggered to his feet, his ears no longer ringing with every noise that echoed through the late night streets around him. Looking down at the larger man sprawled haphazardly on the sidewalk, Will realized that the flickering street lights were no longer burning his eyes. He let out a shaky breath that he had been holding without knowing, noticing that his clothing had stopped feeling like sandpaper against his skin anymore. It was like he’d stepped out from a concert into the quiet, all of his senses ringing with the relative ‘silence’ he was suddenly gifted. “Damn…” Will swore under his breath, giving the man a nudge with his foot, eliciting a quiet groan from them. Will dragged the back of his hand across his face, wiping away the blood streaming from his nose and cut lip. He thought to run, but the sound of hard soled shoes coming down the street made it clear that the noise of the scuffle had already been heard by someone, and so he resigned himself to trying to think up the best story he could in the short time he had, turning to face whoever, or whatever was coming his way.
