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.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 19, 2012 15:14:56 GMT -6
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Skydancer knew she shouldn't let herself wallow in her own self pity, but what else was left for her? The one thing she thought would be the most wonderful of dreams had turned out to be a horrible curse. How could things have gotten so wrong so quickly? Yet there was nothing to do about the way fate had settled upon her now except to deal with it and try to make the best of it, whatever that might mean. She still had no idea.
"Hi!"
Skydancer visibly jumped at the uttered word, spinning around and two tubes shooting out of her wrists towards the speaker. She halted them just before they reached the small figure, vowing that next time she wouldn't be taken unaware. Apparently she wasn't the only one who had the ability to climb atop roofs.
Even knowing how much she hated when others stared at her, it was an effort for Skydancer not to stare at the colourful person in front of her, though she was pretty sure she didn't stare too much. Colourful definitely was the first and best adjective to come to mind and the second adjective was reptile. It was the first mutant that she had ever encountered that looked just as strange, if not stranger, than she did.
"I'm sorry, you startled me." Realizing that she had almost impaled the lizard girl with her tubes she carefully retracted them back into her wrists. "I haven't really met any other mutants who could scale buildings." It was strangely exciting to meet another freak mutant, although she hadn't the faintest idea how, exactly, she was supposed to react. She extended a purple hand towards the lizard. "I'm Skydancer."
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 19, 2012 14:04:29 GMT -6
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Only last night Skydancer had been brought to The Mansion and slept under an actual full roof for the first time in months. When she had first left home it was with a pocketful of money, curtasy of her parents. Unfortunately the money didn't last nearly as long as she had originally thought and it wasn't long before she was sleeping on the streets and stealing food in order to survive. New York had been her goal right from the beginning but even after she made it, things didn't exactly take an upward turn. That was, of course, until the masked man and Aura had found her huddled in an alley, cold, miserable and hungry. She could have gone with either one of them, but in the end had gone with the masked man.
Skydancer didn't know if she made the right decision or not in going to The Mansion and eventually intended to see that Sanctuary place for herself. So far she hadn't found much of a reason to trust either of the two mutants she had first encountered. So it seemed to her at least, but she felt as if they both looked at her as little more than the spoils of some fundamental conflict that she neither new anything about nor did she particularly care about getting involved with. All she wanted was a safe and warm place to stay, at least until she could figure out where to go with her life from there. What kind of life was even possible for a mutant like her?
Not feeling comfortable really in The Mansion, Skydancer took the opportunity to leave as soon as the weather turned nice again, the very next night as it turned out. She was planning on coming back, of course, or at least probably planning on coming back. It wasn't as if she had a lot of choices available to her, so it was either go back, go to Sanctuary which might not be any better and might be very much worse, or go back to the streets which was the least appealing idea of all. No, for now she just wanted some time to herself, to think and consider her options.
For a long while, Skydancer wasn't certain how long but it had to have been at least a couple hours, she walked, looking up occasionally at the rooftops for an appropriate bar or antenna to grab onto. Finally she spotted it, a satellite dish on top of a 2 story apartment. Taking careful aim and positioning herself at the edge of the building, a purple tube burst from her upper chest and wrapped itself securely around the satellite. In a matter of moments it had pulled the rest of her body onto the roof and retreated back where it had come, her skin healing over perfectly. She winced slightly at the pain before taking the time to look around. She always had thought best when high up.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 19, 2012 12:33:46 GMT -6
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I'd be fine with Skydancer getting herself into some trouble and needing saving. She's pretty self-sufficient, but one girl can only really do so much. Have anything specific in mind?
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 19, 2012 11:55:56 GMT -6
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Now that I'm back, I'm looking to get involved again. Skydancer is on her way to the Mansion but I'd be happy to have her rp with anyone. In the city itself might be a little better for now, though I could be persuaded to just about anything in or out of the Mansion. Any takers?
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 19, 2012 11:00:32 GMT -6
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Skydancer looked back and forth between the other two mutants, convinced that she had somehow gotten herself involved in some kind of conflict that didn't involve her at all. In fact, she felt a little like the spoils of war and it wasn't a feeling she liked at all. Who was lying and who was telling the truth, or was it some sort of convoluted reality in between? Probably the latter, just to make her life more complicated and complicated was just about the last thing she needed. She had enough complicated as it was.
She didn't trust either of them, not anymore. One of them was a murderer, or so that masked man suggested, and the other didn't even have the guts to show his face. What kind of coward hid his face even when confronted with enemies? Oh, it was a nice picture he told about being worried about loved ones, but Skydancer didn't quite buy it. If you took on a cause, you dedicated yourself to it; what was the point in going in only half way? That spoke of a pretty bad sort of hypocrisy.
"I'd rather go to the place without all the killing," Skydancer stated, her voice more confident than she felt on the inside. That was one of the first things she had learned after becomming a mutant; the illusion of confidence and competence went a surprisingly long way. She glanced back at the other young woman. "Don't get me wrong, I don't know if I can trust either of you or either of these places. But I need food and shelter and somehwere not to feel like some outcast freak. Maybe that's what I'll always be, but I at least need to try. I think I still want to see this Sanctuary, when I'm more prepared tojudge it. I get to decide for myself where I stay in the end, right?" She looked between the two warring parties, even if the war was so far only with words.
Skydancer couldn't surprise another violent shudder from the cold as the sirens in the distance became more apparent. She turned towards the masked man, "I think if you're taking me to this place we should go now. I haven't killed anyone, I would never do that, but I've done some things that they probably wouldn't approve of." That and she was a mutant, the kind who couldn't hide in a crowd. For some, that fact alone was enough to condemn her.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 19, 2012 0:03:33 GMT -6
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It was a surreal experience to have some actually speak posatively about Skydancer's powers, made even more so by the fact that the young woman appeared to be honest about it. She offereda tentative smile, suddenly willing to trust, at least a little bit. After all, it wasn't as if things could get much worse for her. Here she was, living on the streets as some homeless and hungry outcast, how much worse could this Sanctuary place really be?
"No!. Don't listen to her."
Skydancer had been about to voice her approval of following Aura to Sanctuary when a strange masked man jumped down from a rather stunning height, calling out his warning. She looked at him, stunned a moment. Not only had she just met what she was fairly certain was her second mutant of the night, but now he was warning her? Against what exactly? She was fairly certain it had more to do than a free place to sleep and eat.
"Human beings are not out to get mutants. They are just like us. Some are good...This woman wants to take you to a horrible place... There are better options."
"Well of course I know that some humans are good," Skydancer answered. She was irritated now, both because of the idiotic warning and because of the confusion he had granted her, and she let that confusion show in her voice. Who was he, anyway, to take away her hope, once again, that things might get better? It wasn't as if either she or Aura had suggested that all humans were bad, was it? Her parents were human and they had still loved her, even if they did treat her a little differently after her mutation manifested in such an unpleasant fashion.
"This woman wants to take you to a horrible place... There are better options."
"And what kind of horrible place is that? A place where I can eat and sleep in peace? Where I don't have to worry about where my next meal is going to come from or who is going to try and stab me while I'm not paying attention? Because this Sanctuary place is looking pretty damn appealing right now in comparison. If you have a better option, I'm all ears."
Skydancer couldn't even think what to make of the speech Aura made next. A part of her admired the young woman's fire and passion, but another was vaguely horrified. Who was she really? Who were either of these two? And what did either one of them care about her? Perhaps more importantly, what did they want with her?
"Look, I don't want anything to do with your war, or whatever this is. Some humans are bad and, I get it, some mutants probably are too. I don't care about any of that. What I care about is getting a roof over my head, regular meals and maybe, just maybe, not to be killed in the process. Is that really too much to ask?" Her voice broke and she was both shocked and horrified to find herself close to tears. Had things really gotten so bad that she was at risk of breaking down in front of two strangers that, for some reason, seemed to hate each other?
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 18, 2012 22:38:51 GMT -6
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If Skydancer had been in a healthier headspace, she might have noticed the blood around Aura. As it was, however, she was simply overwhelmed by the simple joy of not only finally meeting another mutant in person, but also another person who wasn't just going to run away from or fight her period. Friendly contant with other people were one of those things one simply took for granted until they were torn away.
"You're the first person I've met who thought my mutations were anything but frightening and disgusting," Skydancer stated bluntly. That wasn't entirely true, of course, her family hadn't minded, not really. At least they had been used to mutants, the gene running strongly in their family. But even they hadn't been entirely comfortable when her skin had begun to change and she didn't look human anymore. Maybe she wasn't a mutant at all, maybe things like her weren't even related to humans anymore. After all, her sister and aunt had never faced such disgust because they had at least looked human.
"That was wonderful, you have great versatility with those....Such an amazing power you have there. How anyone could let you live in such a place is beound me. I can show you a place called Sanctuary if you like, for people like us, a place where only mutants are aloud and we can display our powers without shame"
"I just call them tubes," Skydancer answered, stunned that anyone would consider them anything even resembling wonderful, so much so that she almost missed the offer of a place to stay. "Wait, place to stay? You mean, warm place with actual food? And n-not having to defend myself every other day?" It was clearly too much to hope for and she knew, somehow, therehad to be more to it. She wanted so badly to be able to trust the young woman before her, but how could she when everything else in her life had turned out so rotten in the end? "What's the catch?"
"Humans warped my memories and trained me for combat simply becuse they felt our people were a disposable resource"
The bitterness in the other woman's voice so perfectly mirrored Skydancer's own that she dropped her guard for a moment. "Humans killed my brother and would have killed the rest of my family to if my sister and I hadn't stopped them first." She clamped her mouth shut hard, the moment she realized what she had said. It was the first stime she had spoken out loud of the event that had destroyed her life, even if she had thought about it a million times since that fateful night. "So, here I am now."
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 18, 2012 21:44:14 GMT -6
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It was so easy for Skydancer to giver herself utterly up to despair. Her life was nothing now; she had no hope and nothing at all to live for. Not so long ago and she had been brimming with hope and nievety with all the plans in the world. Little did she know thatit all amounted to nothing and less. It would be so easy just to give up and let herself waste away into nothingness, but then she always had been too stubborn for her own good and as much as she might want to simply slip away into oblivion, she knew she never would. At least, she never would of herown free will.
"Hello, there, my name is Aura, i heard you lived here from a mongrel i met"
Skydancer looked up at the words, startled out of her own thoughts. For a moment she wondered why any human would ever want to approach her. Hadn't the other homeless ones learned by now that she was dangerous? She hadn't hurt any of them seriously, but more one she had left with sizable bruises and cuts. Then she noticed the faint pink glow and realized that, astonishingly, the woman was like her; a mutant. Perhaps not such a surprise given she had come to the city for just the reason that it was a known mutant hotspot, yet it was the first mutant she had yet encountered.
. "Can i ask what is a beautiful mutant like you can do?"
"I appreciate you not to stare at my disfigurement," Skydancer stated bluntly. Once she wouldn't have spoken so harshly, but then once she never would have believed that such ugliness could exist within humans. It wasn't the outer shell that mattered, wasn't the outer shell that made a person ugly, but the inner hidden self. And there were many people with ugly and corrupt inner selves.
"I'm sorry, I spoke harshly." The display of the strange pink power made Dragonfly realize that, perhaps, this strange young woman wasn't there to gape at her mutation after all. She stood up, joints stiff and sore, and engaged in a display of her own. A purple tube burst from her skin, eliciting only a faint cringe from her. She brought the tube close to the woman, displaying its razor sharp pointed end. Spotting a nearby stick, she sent the tube towards it, wrapping it around the stick and snapping it by exerting pressure along it. The tube then returned to her skin, the skin healing over perfectly in a matter of seconds.
"Th-that's what I do." Dragonfly couldn't help the chatter of her teeth at the cold, damp weather.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 18, 2012 20:49:00 GMT -6
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18 was an important year. It was the year when a person went from childhood to adulthood. It was the year when one was finally allowed to vote, to have a say in one's country. It was the year when one was supposed to actually gain the respect of the adults around, because it was the year when one went from being an outsider to actually being included in that most prestigious of positions in life. It should have meant a lot, the year of turning 18. It should have meant celebration and reflecting upon everything that had been accomplished in life so far and all those things that had yet to be accomplished. Yet for Skydancer, it was none of those things.
One year ago Skydancer, then known as Devyn Harley, had been forced to flee from her home for the protection of her family, her family which was one member fewer after human supremasts had attacked them and tried to kill them all. Why had they attacked? She still asked herself that question every single night but, wish as she might, she all ready knew the answer. They had attacked because she and her sister were mutants but, even more accurate, because she couldn't hide the fact that she was a mutant. Her skin was clear and underneath lay dozens of purple tubes, disturbing, inhuman and inhumanly disturbing. They had attacked because of her and because of that she had fled only she had fled too late to save her older brother. He had died and it was her fault because she had been too cowardly to leave sooner.
And today it was Skydancer's birthday. Her birthday was hardly a day of celebration. She found herself, at that moment, huddled miserably in an alley that smelt more than a little strongly of human eurine. It was drizzling and, although she had managed to find a small overhang to shelter under, she still found herself drenched and shivering with the cold. She had eaten this morning, or was it yesterday morning? It was hard to tell; the days had begun to blend together. She could remember eating recently though, erupting from her claimed corner of the world to scare a couple of tourists who had wandered a little too far off the beaten path and stealing their food. Yesterday, now that she really thought about it she was fairly certain that was yesterday. No wonder she was so hungry.
Perhaps the only advantage Skydancer had discovered in being a mutant was the fact that no one bothered her because they were all too frightened of her to try. Well, that and it wasn't as if she really disliked her power, if only she still looked human it would be wonderful. After all, the only thing she had everwanted to be growing up was a gymnist and a mutant. The first was forever forbidden her, but the second had become a reality. Unfortunately her dream had turned to ashes in her mouth as she discovered the bitter reality of being a mutant. When you couldn't hide what you were, people hated and feared you. You were an outside and, pure and simple, she knew she would be an outsider forever more. What kind of life could she ever hope to live now? Maybe she would be trapped in these alleyways forever, forced to beg and steal in order to mete out the most basic sort of survival.
"Happy birthday Devyn Harley," Skydancer whispered to herself, bitterness strong in her voice. This was her life now and her life amounted to absolutely nothing.
Posted by Skydancer on Mar 18, 2012 20:23:11 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Devyn Harley Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Skydancer Gender: Female Age: 18 Date of Birth: 03/18/1994 Nationality/ Ethnicity: Caucasion Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Las Angeles, CA
Appearance
Hair color and style: None Eyes: Grey Height: 5'6 Build: Thin Visible mutation: Devyn has clear skin. However, no organs can be seen under her skin. Instead, there are dozens of thin, light purple tubes. She also has no hair at all. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None. Her body does not scar. Other features: Its hard to call Devyn beautiful due to her strange appearance. Her body is entirely unblemished due to her skin’s healing ability. Her faceial features are uniform and well proportioned but otherwise relatively non-descript. She comes across as very androgynous.
Everyday clothing style: Devyn prefers cothing that is loose and comfortable in order to allow her tubes to maneuver around them ratherthan destroy them. Uniform: (if applicable) Sleepwear: None Miscellaneous clothing:
Character
Personality: Devyn wants to be be an optimist, but the last few years of her life have shown her just how futule such a thing is. She has developted a hard outer shell in order to protect a vulnerable teenager underneath. She wants more than anything simply to be loved and accepted and to live in a world where her powers are truly a gift, but she knows that isn’t the world she lives in now. Cynacism is something she has a more and more intamate relationship with.
Devyn feels lost. She knows she wants her life to have meaning and order, but all meaning was taken from her when her brother was so tragically killed and she was forced to flee the only place she ever knew as home. She doesn’t want to do the bad things she’s been forced to do but doesn’t see a choice. Everything she has ever believedin has been proven to be sand and dust and is now searching for something new, something tangible in this new and darker world she now finds herself in. Hobbies/ Interests: Gymnastics, music of all kinds, socializing Job or part time job and description: Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Being alone. Devyn has always relied upon the support and love of her family, but now she has no one. She also fears causing others to be hurt because of her. Special talents: Devyn is a very talented gymnast.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. Devyn still hasn’t recovered from the violence committed so recently in her household. She still holds onto some of the idealism of childhood, but every day her outlook becomes darker and more jaded.
Mutations
Mutation description: Mutation description: Devyn has dozens of hard, malleable purple tubes coiled around her body, just below the surface of her skin. Visually, the tubes are pale purple in colour with a smooth, dull texture. The tubes can burst from her skin and be manipuled by Devyn with the ease of manipulating any natural limb. They are incredibly strong, fast and the ends are sharp enough to pierce flesh and other soft materials with ease.
Strengths: Up to two dozen tubes can burst from Devyn’s skin at any one time with a maxiumum lengh of 30 ft. The width varies from about 14 gauge up to 2 gauge and the length varies from about 10 ft to about 30 ft. The tubes can be manipulated in any direction while remaining attached to her body and can bend any way a piece of rope might be able to bend. When outside of her body they have approximately the hardness of steel and are incredibly strong and dextrous. The tips of the tubes are pointed, allowing them to easily pierce flesh and other soft objects. They have the capability of piercing cloth or leather or impale themselves in all but the strongest wood. They are not strong enough to go through any sort of metal or stone.
The tubes are very agile and move quite fast, about the equivalent of peak human running speed, though for longer periods. Their strength is sufficient to move cars but not quite sufficient to throw them.
While to tubes are essentially organic and a part of Devyn's body, they do not rely on actual muscles in the same way her regular human body would. As such, they will tire as her entire body tires, but they will not tire if they are left to operate relatively independently of the rest of her body. To clarify, if she were to start running and physically exhaust herself, her tubes would also feel the exhaustion. However, if she were to lift things with her tubes, the tubes wouldn't feel any fatigue though their anchor point on her actual human body might.
Weaknesses: When the tubes are inside of Devyn’s body, they have very different properties than when they are outside of it. While inside, their hardness is comparable to chitin. While still hard, it is also brittle and a hard blunt force impact has the potential to shatter them, forcing jagged shards into her sensative insides. Only when they burst out of her skin and undergo a chemicle reaction when they encounter air do they gain their steel-like hardness.
Devyn has an unusual physiology. In addition to the needs of a regular human, she must consume a large amount of salt and iron in order to remain healthy. Without these things, she will sicken and weaken.
When the tubes burst from Devyn’s body, it isn’t exactly a painless process. The level of pain is akin to recieving a large gauge piercing.
While the tubes themselves are both very fast and strong, the rest of Devyn's body isn't any more spectacular than a regular human body. As such, lifting things and especially if things are swung around with her tubes, is somewhat painful for her. While her body has adapted sufficiently to her mutantion that she is unlikely to seriously injure herself in doing so, given the way the tubes are anchored to her body, the more weight they carry and the more momentum they create, the more uncomfortable and even painful it is for her.
While Devyn’s tubes are incredibly dextrous, they have few sensory capabilities. Their sense of touch is almost non-existant. They can detect significant temperature changes and relative hardnessor softness of an object, but little aside from that.
While the tubes can erupt almost instantly, at the speed of human reaction, it takes a little longer for them to replace themselves inside her body, approximately 1 second per foot for each tube.
Because the tubes are hard under her skin, it is nearly impossible for Devyn to rest entirely comfortably. Something is always pinching something else.
On the thick tubes, for each foot of tube that is cut off or destroyed while outside her body, it takes 1 week to regrow. It takes half that for the thin tubes and double that for tubes that are shattered inside her body.
In moving particularly heavy objects, especially with momentum, it is sometimes necessary for Devyn to anchor herself with another tube.
Secondary mutation description: Devyn’s skin has adapted such that it heals almost instantly. While it still hurts for hertubes to burst out of it, as soon as they return inside her body, the opening of her skin heals itself.
Strengths: Minor cuts and scrapes don’t really matter at all and her skin doesn’t scar.
Weaknesses: It is literally only Devyn’s skin that is able to heal. Any wound that goes beyond the surface of her flesh still has to undergo healing normally. The healing factor of her skin only helps with the most minor of cuts and scrapes.
Tattoos and piercings are impossible as Devyn's skin will simply heal them out of her body.
Fighting Style
Explanation: Devyn’s power is her fighting style. She has little in the way of skill with actual hand to hand combat, but who needs it when you’ve got your very own short ranged weapon that can incapacitate virtually any threat?
Pros for fighting style: Effective out to 30 ft. Also unusual enough that few people would be expecting it or prepared to face such a threat.
Cons for fighting style: Not effective at long range. If she doesn’t have access to her power, she’s pretty much defenseless.
Faction Allegiance The X-men/ The Order/ The NYPD/ Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character Devyn had a relatively happy childhood, complete 2 loving parents and a loving older brother and sister. She was the youngest of three and often doted on and spoiled because of it. She came from a liberal family, one who didn’t especially dislike mutants. In fact, even from a young age, she could remember her parents talking to her about the importance of tolerance. Her aunt Tanya, she knew, was a mutant and although she didn’t get to see her aunt all that often, she remembered tricks she used to display at family gatherings. There was just something magical about the way she could literally bring to life her little oragami creations. Even though Devyn knew the difficulties mutants often faced, she could remember distinctly telling her mother that one day she wanted to grow up and become a mutants. Some little girls wanted to be doctors or dancers or scientists, but she wanted to be a mutant.
Devyn’s older sister Krysta was the first one in her immediate family to discver she was a mutant. Devyn was 9 at the time and her sister was 14. It happened at school. 2 bullies were picking on Devyn, something notentirely uncommon. Her sister was coming to pick her up so the two of them could walk home when she saw what was happening. Always protective of her younger sister, Krysta got angry but instead of simply punching the 2 bullies she screamed as the skin of her right arm turned to metal before eyes and elongated to violently hit one of the bullies, knocking him unconscious. The other fled in terror and, fortunately, the bully that was hit, aside from a minor concussion, was unhurt and made a full recovery.
Devyn was never especially jealous of her big sister, but could almost be said to idolize her. Over the course of the next few years she watched in awe as her sister learned more about her own powers, that she could turn small portions of her skin to metal and manipulate the shape of that metal. After that day no bullies ever bothered Devyn again, although she wasn’t oblivious to the looks of fear sent in her direction and, even more prominently, in her sister’s direction.
Aside from the mutant presence in her youth, Devyn managed to live a fairly happy childhood, even if normal wasn’t an entirely accurate description of it. She was a moderately intelligent and engaged student with a small circle of friends. She was also a natural athlete, getting into gymnastics early and excelling at it. More than anything except her mutant dream, she wanted to become a gymnast and every day she would spend hours dedicated to her craft. Because of her older sister, people were generally too frightened to really do anything against her and besides, it wasn’t as if she had a terrible amount of enemies anyway. She was generally liked and likable.
The first signs of Devyn’s own mutant power started to show itself around the same time her sister’s had first manifested, at the age of 14. Her hair began to fall out and her skin began to take on an unhealthy pallor. At first she was terrified that she had caught some horrible disease, but no doctor could find anything medically wrong with her. Over the course of the next several months the truth became more and more apparent. Her skin continued to lose colour until it was posatively clear but instead of what one would naturally expect to be under skin, there were strange purple tubes coiled around her entire body, from head to foot. It was when she was practicing her gymnastics one day that the truth of her power became apparent. She slipped from the parallel bars but, before she hit the ground, there was a sharp pain in her chest and one of tubes burst forth and coiled itself around the bar, saving her from potentially serious injury.
The visible and unhidable nature of Devyn’s mutant status changed her outlook forever. No longer was it just the occasional look of fear, but that look was everywhere and, it seemed to her, upon every face. Friends would no longer associate with her and she found herself not welcome in any of the places she used to associate with, including her gymnastics classes. Her dreams of becoming a professional gymnist, because she was cursed with something visible and unhidable, were dashed forever.
Things came to there worst just before her 17th birthday. A gang from school came to their house with knives and guns and attacked her family. Her older brother Steven was killed in the process, her mother seriously wounded. Krysta and Devyn managed to wound several of the attackers in the process but the damage was done. Devyn was heart broken over the loss of her brother and the knowledge that it was her fault simply for being a mutant. Nothing she had dreamed about as a child had turned out like she expected; they were nothing more than the delusions of a niave child. Her parents gave her money and, heartbroken themselves, watched as their youngest daughter left their house to make her way in an uncertain would that was going to hate and fear her wherever she went.
New York, of course, was where Devyn went because she knew it was one of the very few places she could go. For a year she travelled, hitchiking with those who would allow her to do so and committing petty crimes in order to survive. Some nights she was able to find a cheap hotel to sleep at, most nights she slep on the streets. One advantage, at least, of looking like a freak was that few people were likely to bother her.
Roleplay Where did you learn about this site?: Returned from a long absence.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Previously Meld, Amber, Juka and Raven
Sample RP: There was something to be said for the tendency for mutants to take on new names and now that Devyn had made to her destination, it was time she take on a new name for herself. Looking up, she spotted a rod several stories above and, after taking careful aim, a tube burst from her skin and wrapped around it. She winced slightly at the pain of the purple tube erupting from her skin. There wasn't even time for it to bleed, however, as her skin healed around it.
While it couldn't be said that lifing herself from the ground was exsctly effortless; not with the stress her wrist felt where the tube was anchored to her body, it was nevertheless far easier than it otherwise would have been for a regular human. Not, of course, that a regular human would have been able to lift themself off the ground over a story without outsie assistance. Shifting her legs back and forth to gain momentum, Devyn began to swing farther and farther until she had enough momentum to swing herself onto the building. From there it was a combination of her years of gymastics training and a second tube bursting from her chest to grab hold of a large antenna stuck in the top of the building that allowed to land on her feet on the top of the building, several stories abovethe ground. A mere thought and the tubes retreated back into her skin, healing over perfectly and without a mark.
Skydancer. That’s what she was going to call herself. Because she would never lose her natural grace from her hears of training and her tubes allowed her to swing and spin from virtually anything they could wrap themselves around. Once she performed from structures a few feet off the ground, but now she could do all that and more from several stories up. So, Skydancer it was. A new name for the start of a new life, whatever that life happened to entail.