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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jun 2, 2011 10:18:30 GMT -6
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Quin had to struggle a little bit to keep up, she wasn’t used to running in a room full of desks. Several bumped knees, apologetic looks, and a couple of glares later, she came up even with Detective Drake (yes...the empahsis was back on the title) just in time to get handed a cup of coffee.
”What the hell do I look like? A barista?” she grumbled, hopefully loud enough to hear as she followed her superior officer from the room and down towards the garage.
The car door opened and Quin slipped into the passenger seat, depositing the cup into the cup holder and pulling on her seat belt.
“ So what’s the call?” she asked, then cursed as something occurred to her. ”I don’t suppose you’ve got any vests in your trunk? Do you?” Way to go newbie. Way to go.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jun 1, 2011 22:35:08 GMT -6
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Detective Drake’s phone rang and Quin watched as he answered it, sitting on tenterhooks and wondering if she was going to get left at her desk all day while her chaperone went out on a call. He hung up after grunting a couple of times at the phone and looked at her. Quin did her best to look nonchalant.
Was she good to go?
”Absolutely.” she said, hand immediately checking her shoulder holster and jumping up, maybe just a little too eagerly, from her seat. So much for playing it cool, but they were going on a call!
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jun 1, 2011 9:05:17 GMT -6
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Soon, soon, the sooner the better. Hrm, so she hadn’t already been impressive. No pout crossed the redhead’s features, but she resolved to try harder. The problem with that was that usually when someone tried to be impressive, they failed miserably. Quin opted for continuing to be herself, it seemed to have gone alright so far.
As to her desk, they were going to take care of that immediately. Cynthia would be able to help! Suddenly, Quin liked the woman even more and when Detective Drake asked her to lead, she wasted no time getting them back to the reception desk where she’d checked in upon arrival. Cynthia was on the phone again, and Quin would have expected her to look harried. Instead, the woman looked absolutely in her element. The phone call quickly ended, and Quin smiled.
”I’ve been told I’m supposed to talk to you about a desk.” she said.
Cynthia examined the redhead from just over the bridge of her glasses lenses. "Alright," she agreed. "I'll see what I can do.". She rose briskly and started to make her way through the sea of desks, the one the secretary stopped at was slightly more worn and a little more out of the way than some of the others, but Quin figured upgrades came with time and success. This would do just fine. The view wasn’t of any of the windows. In fact, it was of the rest of the desks, but Quin could see that she was relatively close to the desk they’d just come from. Definitely talking distance, if the voices were slightly raised.
Dropping her things on the top of the desk, Quin smiled. ”This is amazing. Thank you so much Cynthia.” the redhead said grinning. The other woman nodded professionally and started working her way back through the sea.
Quin sank down into her slightly squeaky desk chair and grinned. “Anything else I need to see Detective Drake?” she was even in such a good mood, she dropped the slight emphasis on the title.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jun 1, 2011 8:09:59 GMT -6
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”We’ll get along just fine so long as nobody steals the chocolate covered cake.” Quin commented. Just because she was new didn’t mean she didn’t belong. If Detective Drake could point out that someone liked to steal the cream filled donuts, Quin could point out her tastes, thank you very much.
The desk was much more interesting to see. Detective Drake said that they needed to work on getting her one of those and Quin preened a little. She was going to get her very own desk. The fact that it was going to be in a veritable sea of other desks didn’t matter…she was getting a desk of her very own in a room full of detectives. A desk that would be hers, with her own little cup and her own pencils, and anything else she wanted to put on top of it.
”When? When do I get one?” she asked, unabashedly eager. The tour was great, but she was still to be known as Officer Archer. She wanted her shield and she wanted it now…even though it was usually months to years before people got them…she wanted it now.
“And when can I start being impressive?” she added, smiling confidently.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 31, 2011 22:35:23 GMT -6
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Again, Quin noted the emphasis the Detective put on his title. It was important enough that he didn’t even want her calling him boss. The redhead made a point to see if she could figure out his sign. Surely that had something to do with it…she’d have to wait and see, after the tour.
The coffee room. Quin nearly rolled her eyes at the fact that the first place the veteran detective wanted to show her was the place where the coffee was made, but she didn’t say anything. Not yet. As they walked through the rest of the department, Quin looked, and learned, and tried to file every little piece of everything away. Wasn’t that what good detectives were supposed to do?
Detective Drake laid out the room for Quin, and she made note of the fact that this was probably where she’d be keeping her lunch. She had to admit, that was vital information. Unfortunately, some of the other stuff… “This is great, but I drink Green Tea, not coffee.” she said with the same smile she’d been giving the whole time.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 31, 2011 21:22:29 GMT -6
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Hmm. Even the secretary was telling Detective Drake to behave himself. Quin filed the information away. She’d have to keep an eye on this one, and honestly…there were worse things to keep an eye on. She smiled when he asked her what she wanted to see first, and shrugged her shoulders. This was his horse and pony show, she was just here to learn the ropes.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 29, 2011 7:42:26 GMT -6
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Roland Pruitt was the bad man's name. That was who they were waiting for. He was a dangerous man, according to his dossier. They were waiting for him to leave. Because tangling with him usually led to unpleasant ends.
Cervantes had turned the case over to Ashton. His leads, his case. He'd dragged Quin along for the ride. She’d been on stakeouts before, but never one where the police worked around the perp, so they could avoid him. It was strangely frustrating, to sit in the car, knowing that the kidnapper was probably having tea while they sat there.
It was uncharacteristically cool for June, and despite her protestations, Ashton had handed over his jacket. Quin could see him shivering in the driver’s seat and muttered something about stubborn chauvinistic pigs while she snuggled into the fabric. It really was a nice jacket, and he wasn’t getting it back for a while. Maybe, Quin thought, she should have been more grateful for getting to go along on the stakeout, but she’d learned quickly that overreacting to new experiences was not received well.
A glance at the clock told the redhead that it had only been a few minutes since the last time she checked and an impatient sigh escaped her lips. This was too much. Quin reached inside the jacket and into her own pocket, withdrawing her ever-present handful of plastic building blocks. Eager for something to do, Quin held them between her hands, then smushed them all together like silly putty. Actions like these barely took concentration or effort anymore, and she stretched the blocks out and pressed them back together over and over. These would never be blocks again, but the sacrifice was worth it, some of the impatience was withering in the face of repetitive motion. The car was quiet, but some of the pieces still seemed like they were missing to Quin. It would probably annoy her partner, but she asked anyway.
”So tell me again. An entire squad couldn’t take this guy on while we went and looked for the victim? And how do we know she’s even still alive?”
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 28, 2011 8:14:01 GMT -6
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”A little over two years.” she said, hugging the notebook in her hands to her chest as she spoke to the the good Detective. Cynthia was on the phone again, so Quin couldn’t imagine her minding much.
”I got my recommendations and started putting in transfer applications as soon as my probationary period was over.” It had worked out well, she wasn’t bragging about how well, but a note of pride could probably be detected in her voice.
He wanted to know her orders, so Quin turned to look back at Cynthia. ”I’m supposed to report to her and find out what I’m doing for my first day on the job.”
Cynthia shook her head and turned, grabbing a folder off a nearby file cabinet and flipping through its contents. An inexplicable groan escaped her as she read and she looked up, not at Quin, but at Detective Drake.
“Coincidentally, you’re showing her the ropes.” The secretary said.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 27, 2011 20:57:39 GMT -6
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A voice from behind. Quin turned slowly, reaching up to tuck a non-existent strand of hair behind her ear. It was half-up, but the subconscious gesture gave her something to fiddle with while she checked out who was talking to her.
He was tall, and very good-looking, and Quin rose an eyebrow as he introduced himself. She didn’t miss the emphasis he put on his title. She’d worked with this type before. He wanted her to be impressed, so she smiled and nodded.
”Around here? Yeah. I’m new.” she said in response to his first question.
”New to the NYPD? No.”
”It’s nice to meet you Detective Drake.” she said, shaking his hand with a just slightly insincere, but still good-natured smile playing around her mouth.
”Are you in the business of showing newbies the ropes?”
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 27, 2011 19:59:31 GMT -6
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First day jitters were, well…first day jitters. Quin couldn’t stop the rolling in her stomach that came along with the first day of an internship. Sure, she’d been working in New York for a couple of years now, and there was nothing new about the police station. It was the job…it was the culmination of all those hours of paperwork…all those hours stuck in a stuffy patrol car, all those hours of traffic duty. She’d done it all, she’d done it all with a smile on her face, and she’d done it well.
It had paid off.
With all the recommendations she’d gotten, Quincy Archer had pretty much had her choice of internships for working towards her shield. She hadn’t needed the choices, though, she’d had her heart set on a particular one from the beginning. All of her friends on the beat had known what she’d choose, she’d done pretty much nothing but talk about it when she’d had one too many after hours beers.
MRC. Sure, it was pronounced mercy, but Quin had seen the Detectives there operate, and nobody made fun of them anymore. Was it coincidence that so many mutants ended up there? Probably not, but Quin didn’t care, this was what the college had been for, this was what the work had been for. This was the real deal, her first day.
The night before on the phone, Quin’s mom had read her horoscope and played with the tarot cards. All indications were that she’d be just fine as long as she kept her mouth shut. One of the planets was in a negative aspect…voicing her opinion to the right person would be valuable…but slipping up could do serious damage. Somehow that hadn’t made the butterflies any less…fluttery. That’s because Mercury was in an abrasive 45 degree contact with its higher octave boost. Mom had told her that too. The redhead sighed…stupid planets and their stupid alignments.
It felt strange to be out of her beat clothes, and she knew she’d be wearing them some days even though she was working towards being a detective. Slacks and a jacket seemed foreign, and Quin found herself fidgeting as she let herself into MRC. It was a flurry of activity and she grinned at all the Detectives at their desks, that would be her eventually. There were case boards and posters, envelopes and paper trails. It felt like home. Suddenly, Mercury didn’t seem so potent.
Approaching the desk, Quin smiled at the secretary, she was famous for her high pitched voice.
“Hello.” she said brightly. ”I’m Quin Archer. I’m here for the first day of my internship.”
The phone rang…and the woman ignored her, holding up a finger. It was a busy day in MRC, newbies could wait.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 26, 2011 22:33:31 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Quincy Buttercup Archer Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: (if applicable) Quin, and she dares you to call her anything else! Gender: Female Age: 19 Date of Birth: 12/16/2001 (That’s Sagittarius) Nationality/ Ethnicity: American Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Indianapolis, Indiana
Appearance
Hair color and style: Straight and dark red, hanging to nearly the middle of her back. Usually worn pulled back from her face in one way or another. Eyes: Brown Height: 5’11’’ Build: Slender, but athletically built. Visible mutation: (if applicable) N/A Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: One piercing in each ear Other features: n/a
Everyday clothing style: Quin is a really laid back girl. If she’s not in police blues she’s usually wearing something comfortable. She’s girly enough when she wants to be, so she’s got any number of cute ensembles that she delights in wearing as long as there’s nobody around from work to give her a hard time. Her fashion sense ranges from pop culture fashionable to what she likes to call “hippy-chique” she grew up seeing her parents in many combinations of tie-dye, cotton, etc, so it’s kind of a part of her. She knows that’s not normal fashion, though, and tries to adapt her clothing to whatever is appropriate for her current social situation.
Uniform: (if applicable) Police Blues
Sleepwear: Usually shorts and a tank top, nothing dramatic or slinky. Quin has always worried a bit about people who sleep in things like that, what would they do if there was a fire?
Miscellaneous clothing: A few dresses here and there, various dress pants, nothing incredibly eccentric though. Quin grew up in the Midwest in a city that was usually a little behind the latest fashion trends. Usually, she dresses for comfort and functionality with fashion in her mind, but a little lower on the priority scale than one might think. She’s got her police blues, and most days that’s all she needs.
Character
Personality: (How you character behaves, social tendencies, quirks, etc.) Quin is a free spirit, and a very independently minded woman. She doesn’t go out of her way to seek approval from anyone but herself, but she has very high personal standards, so the two usually go hand-in-hand. Because of the way she grew up, Quin is very accepting of all sorts of people and is determined that her Police work will not jade her opinion of humanity as a whole. She is known to randomly insert astrological information into otherwise completely intelligent conversation. Despite the fact that most of it is easily disproven by science, Quin believes that sometimes things happen that are too much to call coincidence. She tries to keep this information out of her work life, because people give her a hard time, but she doesn’t always succeed. Quin laughs easily and often, sometimes dealing with the harsher realities of her job by acting frivolous. She’s driven and determined, and sometimes obsessed with the task at hand. (She’d blame it on her being a Sagittarius) She’s incredibly competitive, and isn’t beyond trying to make even the most menial task into a competition sometimes.
Confident, but not arrogant, Quin isn’t afraid to show off the physical attributes she’s worked so hard to hone over the years. (As long as it’s in a tasteful way, of course) She’s comfortable interacting with men, but because of her job and slightly tomboy’ish nature she sometimes has a tendency to come across as a buddy more than a possible romantic interest. Because of this, she’s usually very up front when she’s interested in someone.
Hobbies/ Interests: Sports, particularly kick-boxing, which she did competitively throughout her childhood. She loves jogging, and will join in pretty much any sport if invited…even if she’s kind of terrible. Quin isn’t opposed to watching a little television, but more than anything, she loves to be outside. She loves summer for the warmth and growth, and winter for the crisp weather and pretty landscapes, and she camps whenever the opportunity arises…just to get back to her roots. It’s also not out of the ordinary to find Quin doing yoga in a park when she’s not hanging out, having a drink with other officers, or working on her kick boxing skills in the gym.
Quin also has a strange affinity for plastic building blocks and as such she’s got several tubs of them in her apartment, as well as a few models she’s built that she uses as decoration. She also has a habit of carrying a handful with her at all times, they can be found in her purse, pockets, backpack, or whatever else.
Job or part time job and description: (if applicable)
Police Officer for the New York City Police Department, working towards Detective in the MRC Division.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns:
Quin has a distinct fear of failure. Being a self-made over achiever has ingrained this trait in her very deeply, and she doesn’t like to do anything she doesn’t feel is her best. Quin is also painfully aware of the fact that she’s a woman in what’s sometimes still considered a man’s profession. New York is a rough place to work the beat, and sometimes Quin worries that she’s not cut out for the job and that people will view her successes as a result of her mutation or gender rather than her abilities.
Oh yeah. She’s also afraid of spiders, those grates on the sidewalk that look like they’ll drop you into a bottomless pit if you walk on them, and heights. (Not that she’d admit any of this in most situations)
Special talents: (not related to mutation)
Quin is a runner, and she does it for fun, to stay in shape, and as an excuse to be outside. She also does kick-boxing and aikido, alongside her training for the police department. She’s not a talented singer, she’s not an accomplished writer, she’s smart but not genius level, and she’s not outrageously well-read. Quin still likes to color if she has the opportunity, and she’ll pick flowers and put them in her hair if she’s feeling particularly in tune with the Earth on a particular day.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: (please explain) Good. Quin has really strong feelings about right and wrong, and that’s what made her ultimately decide to become a police officer. She doesn’t believe that people are predisposed to act a certain way, and she tries to see the best in people. Slow to judge, Quin always tries to look past an action to the motivations behind it before she makes a decision about a person or an action. She’s a firm believer in the law, though, and it has a tendency to be very black and white. Good people sometimes do bad things, it’s sad when that happens, and actions don’t necessarily define a person, but the law is the law. If you break it, you have her and the rest of the NYPD to answer to.
Quin also believes that police officers are there to uphold the law and doesn’t necessarily think that para-military or vigilante groups have a place stepping into police business.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Synthetic Polymer Manipulation:
Quin has the ability to manipulate any object made from a synthetic (man-made) material. This manipulation includes the ability to reform the material, move it within a certain range, and refine synthetics from other, natural occurring, materials that may be mixed with them.
Synthetic is defined as any man made material. This excludes naturally occurring metals, stone, conglomerates, plant materials, and animal materials. Most synthetics are produced from mixing and reconstituting naturally occurring substances, and Quin is as confused by the distinction as anyone. She simply knows that she cannot manipulate any naturally occurring substance. She’s tried. Materials such as plastics, kevlar, and synthetically manufactured fabrics such as polyester and nylon respond to her powers while things such as cotton, rubber, metals of any kind, stone, living or dead plant or animal material, will not.
Strengths:
Quin is able to manipulate these synthetic materials in a variety of ways. She can reshape materials that are within six or seven feet of her depending on the size of the object she is trying to manipulate. Most synthetics are very strong, durable materials and can be used in a variety of ways. Kevlar, for example, is a synthetic material used to make the lining of bullet proof vests. Quin is capable of manipulating this material. She could separate it from the rest of the vest, reshape it into another form, and move it somewhere else within her range.
Weaknesses:
- The larger an object is, the more difficult it is, and the longer it takes for Quin to work with it. If an object is larger than Quin’s body mass (around 160 lbs), she is unable to work with it at all. The object must be broken into pieces that are smaller before they can be worked with.
- If Quin is touching an object, she can manipulate it indefinitely, within her size/weight constraints. For example. If she’s holding 3 plastic building blocks, she would be able to mold them like silly putty for as long as she felt like doing it. If she’s touching a 100 lb slab of plastic, it would wear her out significantly to mold it into something else.
- If Quin is not touching an object, she’s constrained by her weight limit. (see below) The longer she tries to manipulate something without physical contact, the more straining it is. Side effects begin with headaches, and advance from there to extreme exhaustion.
- Quin is restricted by the law of conservation of matter, she can neither create, nor destroy matter, only use what she has access to. If she only has access to five legos…she can only create something that would be the size of those five legos combined.
- Quin cannot blend or mix synthetic materials, and can only work with one at a time.
- If she refines a synthetic from the other things it’s mixed with, she has to be able to deal with the other materials. For example, to remove Kevlar from a vest with a cotton outer shell, she would have to find a tear in the shell to remove the Kevlar, she could not simply will the Kevlar to remove itself. If she refines a synthetic material from something that is tall or unbalanced…she has to deal with the fact that the object might fall.
- The strength at which she can move or propel the objects is equal only to that of her physical strength. Anything more and she’s overpowered, just as if she were physically moving the object. This means that she cannot “pick up” objects that are heavier than she would normally be able to carry.
Fighting Style
Explanation: Quin is adept at Aikido, having studied the martial art since she was young and competing in tournaments through childhood, adolescence, and even some as an adult. She’s tall, so the style isn’t incredibly well suited for her, but she’s very slender so the off-balanced throws are beneficial.
Pros for fighting style: Quin is able to work quite well in close quarters combat. Combined with her police training, she’s developed her skills so she can stand up in a fight with someone much larger than she is.
Cons for fighting style: Quin is still very slender, and no matter how much she works she’ll never be able to put on the same amount of muscle mass as some other people. Hand to hand combat is nice, but it doesn’t work very well against guns or ranged powers. She can still be overpowered and fought.
Faction Allegiance
The X-men/ The Order/ The Kabal/ Other/ Unaffiliated:
None, Quin works as a police officer with the NYPD. She’s not a big fan of people who try to subvert the law, though. None of the vigilantes in the city had to work nearly as a hard as she did to get her badge. They blunder things a lot, and are almost always either in the way, or stealing the NYPD’s glory. It’s frustrating.
History Of Your Character
Quin is what she likes to call, “well rounded” and she grew up as an individual, in a way that only someone raised by two incredibly free spirits can. From a very young age, Quin was encouraged to make her own decisions and form her own opinions, so she’s very comfortable functioning in that capacity. Because of her parents’ quirky natures, she also learned early on that sometimes people who are different get judged harshly. Instead of holding this against people, she worked to blend in…not out of a sense of social necessity, but because it made sense. Her parents encouraged that activity, so Quin learned how to fit in without being what she would call a ‘sheep’. She will sometimes drop random astrological information into otherwise completely intellectual situations, and sometimes the hippy in her is very evident. Quin’s parents were both teachers, so their free-spiritness ended with education and she was expected to work hard in school and get good grades, which she did. This taught her responsibility and work-ethic, and she very highly values those skills today.
Elementary and middle school were pleasant experiences for Quin and because of her naturally sunny disposition she was generally well liked by her peers. Her grades were good, and her mind was as quick as her temper, which sometimes got her into trouble if a person was persistent enough to set her off.
Quin’s powers manifested while she was in high school, as she was studying for a particularly difficult upcoming test. Her eraser melted, a very simple manifestation that Quin played with for some time that night before going to show her parents. There was no worry, no self-loathing, and no drama. Her parents took her to a local restaurant famous for its alternate vegan menu to celebrate. Quin ‘came out’ at school the next week, and was tolerated fairly well. The school didn’t change because she was a mutant, the jerks were still jerks and her friends were still her friends…even if they were a little shocked at her powers. Of course, it helped that they were so seemingly innocuous and harmless. Besides…everyone liked the novelty erasers and lego sculptures that Quin was eventually able to make.
College was more of the same. Lured to criminal justice because of the things she’d seen on the news about New York and the direction mutant relations were taking, Quin flourished. Time passed, and the redhead started to seriously resent the masked and costumed vigilantes that seemed to be in the middle of everything in the larger cities, isolating themselves into para military groups instead of lending their powers to the police forces that already existed. This made after graduation planning easy and as soon as she had her degree, Quin headed for New York.
Rookies in the NYPD have to work two years as a beat cop before being able to apply for apprentice detective work with a specific department. Quin put in her time, carefully separating the person she was at work from the person she was off the clock and she kept her nose clean while she was at it. For the first time she met people who hated her simply for what she was, but her upbringing and confident nature quickly asserted themselves to help her through the rough times.
Quin is currently still working the beat and waiting to see what becomes of the apprentice detective applications she put in to several departments.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Jules
Where did you learn about this site?:
Google.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who:
Tarin Brooks, Kealey Quinn, Riley Sommers
Sample RP:
Quin was absolutely flabbergasted as the radio in her squad car crackled to life for what had to be the millionth time this shift. Either it was a full moon, or there was a Mars conjunction in the southern node. People were nuts. Petty misdemeanors, traffic conflicts, domestic calls, and fist fights were the order of the night and it was one of the times that Quin silently longed for the quiet weekend nights she’d left behind in Indiana. She didn’t voice her thoughts though. Her partner on the beat was a long time veteran who didn’t take kindly to her ‘star mumbo-jumbo’ or ‘farm-girl nonsense’. Quin loved the guy, and grinned over at him in the driver’s seat.
”What are you grinning about? The whole city is coming unglued and you’re sitting over there grinning like a kid in a candy shop.”
Quin kept right on smiling, had she mentioned that Officer Kline was from the Bronx? It would have been strange if she hadn’t been smiling. “I dunno, I guess I just love my job.” She said with a simple shrug of her shoulders, her vest dug into the sides of her chest as she moved, and Officer Archer screwed up her face in mild concentration for a moment, instructing the Kevlar and plastic to fit a little more specifically to her body, so it didn’t poke her when she moved. The polymers, of course, obeyed and she shifted, smiling even more widely.
”Yeah…keep grinning kid. You’re running this perp down.” Kline said gruffly, reaching forward to flip the switch on the dash that made the lights and siren scream to life.
“With pleasure boss.” The redhead said, all thoughts of sedate Midwestern weekends far from her mind now that they were on the job.