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.
Penelope was surprisingly calm as she looked around the white room. The people that mulled around were nice but they didn’t do much other than keep an eye on her and work on machines that were completely beyond the realm of Penelope’s current understanding. She watched them out of the corner of her eyes and kept her knees curled up to her chest. So far they were keeping their distance but they did not answer her question either.
Maybe they were scared of her? That was a silly thought. They shouldn’t be scared of her…Jezebel on the other hand…
She blinked, though, as a shadow of red and black stepped into the room. In surprise she turned to see a woman standing just inside, watching her with a small smile on her face. Instantly Penelope was struck by how pretty she was. Her pale skin, the pretty hair, her odd clothing, the only thing that the young girl could think of was whether or not the woman was a princess…
>> “You’re safe my dear…You’re in a place called Sanctuary and this is our infirmary. You were brought in as a precaution. We thought you might’ve been inured because you were found lying on the front steps.”
Penelope tilted her head. She was lying on steps of someplace that she didn’t know? A small frown appeared on her lips as she shook her head. Where did Jezebel take her now? She always hated it when Jezebel did this because she knew that she was always supposed to return home. But…what happened now?
>> “How are you feeling? Can you tell me your name?”
“Penelope Peyton Pepper, ma’am,” she said with a small and trusting smile. That had always been Penelope’s problem…she was far too trusting. Especially with people who helped her. “I…I feel fine,” she said as she touched the fabric of the clothes she had been changed into. “You’re very pretty,” she said bluntly as she tilted her head. “Are you a princess?”
Surrounded by white, the young Penelope Pepper made a contrasting sight. The dark skinned girl, still dressed in over-sized black leather, was unmoving as she lay upon the cool operating table. A doctor hovered around her, checking vitals, noting that her temperature was going down but there were no other outward signs that the girl was harmed. All the scarlet blood that had stained her clothes and flesh did not belong to her, only to some unhappy victim; so, for the most part, it was unsure as to why the girl was unconscious.
But deep inside the girl, an argument waged on. An argument that hinted as to the true darkness that lay coiled around the deepest part of her heart and laughed with maniacal glee…
Heheheeheheheheeh!!! Tonight. Was. Fun.[/b]
Be quiet! You hurt people!
Awww sweetie, I did it to protect us…hehe…[/b]
Liar. You just like to hurt everyone.
Not…everyone. Just people who want to harm us…[/b]
Like humans?
…especially…humans. Why…don’t you let me out again? I still feel like playing…[/b]
No! Not again!
Let. Me. Out…Penelope.[/b]
No no no no no!!!![/color]
There was not sensation that Penelope had been moved at all from her original position at the steps of the building. The young girl was still lost in her mind, caught up in the blackness deep in the recesses of her head that wanted to keep her from waking up. After all, with how much energy a certain alter-ego had expended, it was the obvious reason as to why the Penelope Pepper lay in unconsciousness. But these facts were unknown to the staff that mulled about, checking every vital they could.
In the end, it simply turned into a waiting game. She would wake up when she was ready. In mean time, blood was cleaned off, clothes were replaced with a gown, and steps were taken to ensure that they were indeed helping a mutant and not some human that had wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time.
It was in the middle of this testing that another gasp suddenly appeared from the girl’s lips. Weakly she cringed, tiredly she lifted her arms, and with a shudder she began to move. A staff member rushed to make the call to the red and black haired woman while another appeared at Penelope’s side ready to aid the young girl should she ask for it.
Eyes slowly squinted open and Penelope groaned as she reached up and began to run her eyes. With a yawn she slowly sat up and looked tired around the room devoid of all color. A slow panic began to wash over her as she peered about the unfamiliar surroundings.
“W-Where am I?” she squeaked as she turned her head left and right. Instantly she wished that she had stuffed animal Mr. Tickle with her…
The dead of night has a funny way of bringing out the strangest of situations. Odd sounds, ghastly visions, cringe worthy scents, there was just something about the night that brought out these situations for people to stumble across. Many ignored them and continued on with their night, hoping to make it safely back in their homes without so much as a vision of the horrible blackness around them. But there were others who were not so lucky, those who managed to catch a glimpse and find themselves altered forever because of the experience.
This was one of those nights; a night in which strange situations would be laid out for any passerby to ignore…or stare of full on. It was a crapshoot who would stumble across this one, though…
The Sanctuary was a place that a few people knew of only by reputation. It was a haven, a safe place for those individuals who were different from the rest of society. But rumors were about that more dangerous types tended to walk in through those golden doors so it was a place to ignore, to look past and never go in.
Evidently, such a mindset made finding this situation a little difficult.
A dark wind swept through the surroundings and brushed across a dark form that lay, silently, across the front steps. It is only upon closer inspection that, under the gleam of the golden doors, one would find that the crumpled form across the steps was that of a young girl.
Dark skinned, head full of messy, tightly curled hair, the child would not have been any more than ten or so years old. Her breathing was shallow, exhausted, and that droplets of sweat across her brow were evident of a fever that was finally beginning to go down. But while such a scene may inspire pity and sadness in the hearts of those who would pass by, there were oddities that would keep their eyes from focusing on her.
You see, the most surprising fact was that the girl was wearing leather clothes: a biker’s jacket, leather pants, boots, but all of it was several sizes too big and hung loosely. They looked like clothes for someone twice her age, rather than a young child. Most disturbing of all, though that was splattered across the leather was the faint hint of red, a clue that someone, maybe not her, had bled. But these were merely speculations…right?
One would assume that…if it were not for the one bloody hand that she bore. Tightly, in her grasp, the young girl held tight to a bloodied mess; two digits, fingers, ripped from the hand of some unfortunate victim. Somewhere, someone else was suffering.
A gasp fell from her chapped lips, but the child remained unconscious as she lay against the steps. It was a strange occurrence that only the dead of night could conjure…
Penelope tilted her head. She had not been called Penny in a long time…since her mother. For a second that thought had the fear with it of dragging her down into the depths of memories she didn’t want to remember, but she was quick to get herself out of it. She focused on the stuffed rabbit that she held tightly under her arm. Through the material of her shirt she could feel the soft warmth of the stuffed creature and it was enough to calm her down. She needed to stay away from such subjects…
But she smiled as she nodded. She would allow him to call her that right now. He seemed nice and only nice people could call her Penny.
>> "I guess not…Um, I mean, yes please… I mean, if you don't mind. Yes please."[/color]
She grinned. He really was silly and seemed to always be tongue-tied. Chase just had a knack for tripping over his own words, but people only did that when they were nervous. But what did he have to be nervous about? Was he still upset over that bigger boy making fun of him?
With a shake of her head, sending her hair bouncing around, she sighed. Boys are so weird. But once he agreed to partake of the chocolate, she beamed brightly as she started to unwrap the candy bar. Careful to not touch the chocolate (since she didn’t know how he would react to someone else touching food he was about to eat), she broke it half and offered him the piece that was still in the foil wrapper.
“Here you go!” she smiled before he took a bite from the chocolate and peered out across the playground. That irritating boy was still laughing and joking around with his friends on the playground. She turned back Chase thoughtfully. “Maybe you should tell your parents. They could talk to that boys’ and get him grounded.”
Penelope continued to dangle on the swing, idly moving back and forth, not really pushing herself to swing any harder at the moment. She was content simply sitting next to this potential new friend, smiling sweetly and trying to pull from him answers. It seemed like more and more people she ran into lately were unhappy; yelling and storming away while on the playground was definitely a sign of someone being unhappy.
But she could help with that! Chocolate solved everything! If only she could find that tricky candy bar in her backpack.
>> “Oh, you mean… on the playground?”
The young girl nodded with a smile. It was a simple enough question so it shouldn’t be too hard to answer. After all, he did something so there should have been a reason for it.
>> “The bigger boy wasn’t being very nice. He was telling me to get out of the way. And he was very impatient…”[/color]
Penelope listened carefully in-between searching for her candy bar. When she heard the reason as to why the boy was upset, she made a stink face; the ultimate kid expression of disapproval. Her nose wrinkled and her eyes narrowed, she eyed the bigger boy that was still visible on the playground.
“He’s stupid,” she responded matter-of-factly. She then turned back to her satchel and beamed when she found her prize. The red and foil colored wrappings, the smell of chocolate, it called to her. Small fingers wrapped around it as she began to pull it out when suddenly she heard the boy’s name.
>> I’m Chase,”[/color]
She grinned.
“I’m Penelope,” she smiled as she pulled out the still wrapped chocolate bar and held it out to him. “Now we’re not strangers.” The smile on her face seemed ever present as she waved the candy bar in front of his face. “You want some?”
The boy was weird. He was trying to dangle from the swings instead of sitting on the seat and actually swinging. Maybe he just didn’t understand the concept of how a swing worked? It was okay if he didn’t, not everyone had a knack for playing properly, but she was not going to say anything about it. Instead she held Mr. Tickle close as she tilted her head and smiled at him. It took a second but finally he seemed to acknowledge her presence…upside down.
A giggle fell from her lips as he suddenly bolted into a sitting position. It took him a minute before he would finally raise his eyes to look at her. Penelope didn’t understand why. Maybe he was just shy about meeting strangers?
>> “Hi…Your shirt’s really colorful.”[/color]
“Thank you!” she responded in a perky manner. Obviously that was a compliment, what else could it have been?
Idly she toyed with Mr. Tickle’s ear as she continued to watch the boy. He was…interesting. He seemed really shy and really didn’t want to meet her look but the thought of breaking through that had already entered the back of the little girl’s head. Again, pretty day should equal a fun day! There was no reason to be sulky or sad. Her mission was set.
Casually she walked over to the neighboring swing and sat on it. Gently it swayed her back and forth as she tilted her head.
“Why were you yelling?” she asked, referring to when he was over at the monkey bars. She was referring to when he was over at the monkey bars because, obviously, yelling means that someone was having a bad day. Mrs. Tickle yelled a lot.
Ahem. She blinked as she continued to focus on the boy. She was not going to allow herself to think about her[/b] today. Instead she blinked at the boy, waiting for him to respond as she fished around in her backpack for her wayward Kit-Kat bar.
>> “Your momma needs to teach you manners!” Chase snapped curtly, “You’re nothing but a rude doodoo-head! You’re stupid,”
Penelope bobbed her head as the music on her myPod reached an end. She was just about to change to a different playlist (or play the same one over again since she liked those songs), when she heard the proclamations echo out into the world. The young girl was so startled by the shout that she almost squeaked and jumped a little. Her heart raced a tiny bit but it was not enough for it to cause…bad things to happen. It was just a little jarring.
Blinking, the young girl looked up and noticed a blonde boy, around her age, shuffling away from another young kid and heading towards the swings. She frowned a little when she saw the expression on his face. Why was he so mad? It was such a pretty day out to play.
She sighed, sadly, as she shook her head. Though Lilith always taught her never to talk to strangers, surely she could ask the boy’s name and then they wouldn’t be strangers anymore, right? That would work perfectly! Then maybe she could cheer him up a litt—OH!
Quickly she turned and fished around in her pink backpack and found an unopened Kit-Kat bar. Chocolate that was conveniently broken up to be shared was perfect for such an occasion, right?
She nodded boldly in answer to her own question.
Silently, Penelope stood up, wearing jeans and a tie-dyed t-shirt, hefted up her small backpack and held Mr. Tickle tightly under her arm. The smile on her face was full of confidence and joy as she strolled to the swings. She would make a new friend and, in the process, brighten his day! It was a win-win situation!
Her butterfly stamped sneakers walked across the concrete, then through the grass, until finally she came up to the swings, just outside of the boy’s field of vision. She stood there, head tilted slightly, as she watched him swing. It was not until he finally noticed her that she smiled her brightest smile and waved.
Lily, also known as Lilth but since Penelope likes to refer to her as “Lily” instead, had decided to let Penelope off at the park. It was not the first time. Though it was probably illegal to just dump the child at the playground and wander off to run errands, it was probably for the best. Lilith tended to be skiddish around Penelope. The young girl didn’t know why! She was sweet and fun and she always came up with the best games. Really, there was only one reason why Penelope’s sister wouldn’t want to hang out with the young girl…
A reason that had the name of Mrs. Jezebel Tickle.
Penelope could feel the pull at the back of her mind, of something or someone trying to punch through into her head at the thought of the name. But Penelope managed to restrain it, sighing as she tugged and pulled at the ears of her bestest, stuffed friend Mr. Tickle. The worn out looking bunny flopped in her grasped as she strolled, dancing and singing around the playground with the buds from her myPod still in her ears.
Penelope giggled as she collapsed onto a bench, smirking at the silly song that had come on. She pulled out her pink MP3 player and hummed to herself as she shuffled through the songs, trying to find a good one whose name she just couldn’t remember.
A happy sigh fell from her lips as she looked up at the rest of the kids playing happily. It was sad that she couldn’t join them. They were mostly boys and boys played too rough. Penelope couldn’t allow that; not when Mrs. Tickle had been inching to come out for days.
But she couldn’t think about that. She wouldn’t. It was a bright, shiny, day, her myPod was packed with all of her favorite songs, and was just having a grand time, singing and dangling her legs over the bench, swinging them softly.
Today was a good day and she hoped it would continued to be such…
Character's full name: Penelope Peyton Pepper / Mrs. Jezebel Tickle Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Pen, Pepper, Jess, Mrs. Tickle Gender: Female Age: 11 (Mrs. Tickle: looks around 25) (Updated 9/21/2012) Date of Birth: September 21, 2002 Nationality/ Ethnicity: African-American / Caucasian Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Washington, DC
Appearance
Hair color and style:Tightly curled, dark brown hair that looks as if it is highlighted in gold in the sunlight. She usually wears her hair loose, sometimes pushed back with a hair band, and some other times her sister takes her to have it straightened, but she doesn’t always care for that. (Mrs. Tickle: Long, wavy jet black hair with streaks of unnatural looking red) Eyes: Chestnut Brown (Mrs. Tickle: Glowing, Molten Yellow) Height: 4’8 (Mrs. Tickle: 7 ft) Build: Thin but not starvingly so. She has a healthy appetite. (Mrs: Tickle: Tall and muscular enough to put even the most well toned man to shame.) Visible mutation: None to speak of. (Mrs. Tickle: Tall, well-toned body that looks quite muscular, but like that of a female bodybuilder). Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Standard pierced ears. She normally wears little rose earring studs that her grandmother gave her before she died. Other features: Penelope has a very bubbly appearance and always seems extremely happy. Unless the topic of discussion switches to Mrs. Tickle, then she grows withdrawn and quiet.
Everyday clothing style: Penelope wears whatever she finds as pretty and catches her attention. She loves bright colors and lots of them. Some of her favorite clothing consists of tie dyed t-shirts, light blue jeans, and her favorite pair of sneakers that have iridescent butterfly stickers on them. (Mrs. Tickle: Anything black and form-fitting. She especially enjoys leather) Uniform: None Sleepwear: A large, baggy t-shirt, any kind will do. (Mrs. Tickle: Anything) Miscellaneous clothing: Mrs. Tickle loves to wear a black leather biker’s outfit that she once stole from a biker that had attempted to get fresh with her. She wears it proudly as a badge of honor whenever she is free from Penelope.
Character
Personality: Penelope and Mrs. Tickle unfortunately have completely different personalities. And it not uncommon to hear her arguing with herself because of it.
Penelope Pepper is a sweet girl that rarely knows what it is like to be shy. When she sees someone she knows, she will wave enthusiastically, smile and attempt to chat them up, no matter what they are doing (unless she doesn’t like them). She is always smiling, always likes to see the best in people and trusts everyone implicitly. Her parents teachings never got through to her so Penelope does not have the hate for humans that they did.
Mrs. Tickle is brash. She absolutely hates all humans and is disgusted by their very presence around her. All the teachings that Penelope tends to not remember, Mrs. Tickle knows inside and out. She believes in Homo superior! Because of this she will always take a mutant’s word over a human’s, even if a mutant is blatantly lying. But that does not mean that Mrs. Jezebel Tickle is stupid, she is actually quite intelligent. On top of that, Mrs. Tickle loves adrenaline rushes, simply because they keep her from burning out too fast and having to return to being that meek little girl Penelope. Guns, explosions, fast cars, fights, Mrs. Tickle loves them all!
Hobbies/ Interests: Penelope –
Coloring / Drawing (badly but she thinks they are pretty)
Music
Funny cartoons and movies
Running and playing
Pretty flowers
Mrs. Tickle –
Guns
Weapons
Mutant Rights – She loves learning about mutants and what she can do to protect them.
Fast Vehicles – She enjoys getting rides in whatever fast cars of bikes roll by.
Mechanics
Fighting / Working out
Job or part time job and description: Penelope is jobless (Mrs. Tickle: She usually just takes something whenever she wants it, especially if it is from a human.) Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Penelope-
Water – she has an unnatural fear of water. It takes a lot of willpower for her to get into a bathtub or shower, and she absolutely hates going to the pool. Part of it stems from her just not knowing how to swim.
Mrs. Jezebel Tickle – despite her happy, go-lucky personality, Penelope is actually terrified of Mrs. Tickle. She does not like letting her guard down and letting the voice in her head out. Sometimes…it just can’t be helped.
Authority Figures – Penelope is terrified of police officers, lawyers, any person in a position of authority. It reminds her too much of that horrible day that her parents died.
Mrs. Tickle –
Lack of Adrenaline – She fears not have a constant supply of adrenaline or she will slip back into Penelope.
No Identity – Mrs. Tickle does have an underlining fear that Penelope will eventually win and overwrite her. Therefore Mrs. Tickle attempts to live each day to the fullest.
Human Superiority – She does fear that eventually the humans will stamp out the mutant threat. But while she will fear it, she will never admit it.
Special talents: In both forms, she has a wonderful singing voice and tends to sing even when there is no music on. Penelope loves to dance at random and is damn good at hopscotch. Mrs. Tickle knows how to hot wire most cars and motorcycles.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Penelope is a good little girl who would never do anything bad. She believes in life, she believes in letting people be free and only wants the world to be embraced by rainbows and butterflies. Jezebel Tickle, though, would consider herself fighting for the good of mutants, but her atrocities against humans would label her as bad.
Mutations
Mutation description:Rage Form – Whenever Penelope gets angry, upset, or scared, something snaps inside the young girl’s head. When this happens “Mrs. Jezebel Tickle” takes over. When Mrs. Tickle does, she goes through a miraculous change. Her eyes shift from normal to looking like a pupil-less, yellow glowing infernos as a red ooze begins to pour out of her pores. Within seconds the ooze turns into flesh and compacts itself onto her body until she is encased within the firmly muscular frame of the entity she calls Mrs. Tickle. When Mrs. Tickle, this creature stands at a good 7 ft tall.
Strengths:
Vewwy, Vewwy, Intimidating: While Mrs. Tickle, Penelope has a very terrifying appearance. She looks like a tall, full grown woman and is very muscular. Her glowing, molten eyes also adds to her intimidation factor as well as the sadistic smile that is usually across her face.
Safely Tucked Away: When Mrs. Tickle is active, Penelope is actually safely protected inside the shell of muscular, red flesh. While inside she is safe from most none lethal harm unless Mrs. Tickle is stabbed, shot, or suffers some other kind of internal damage. When this happens, if Penelope experiences any kind of pain, she snaps away and the red flesh enters her body through her pores. But Penelope herself would have to be struck before Penelope’s personality will wake up enough to reign in Jezebel.
Weaknesses:
Short Fuse: Though Mrs. Tickle can be quite charismatic, she does have a short fuse. If she is angered to the point of losing her cool (which can be quick) Mrs. Tickle will turn into a being of pure rage and anger. When she reaches this level of rage she can be hard to calm down and even harder to keep from attacking anything and everything around her.
Shifting Time: It takes Penelope between a varying time of one to two minutes for the shift into Jezebel’s form to be fully complete. This amount of varies because it depends on Penelope’s stress level. If she is too stressed and struggles too hard to keep Jezebel back, it will only shorten the time for the ooze to seep out, cover her body, and seconds for it to harden into muscle.
Burn Time: Mrs. Tickle can only maintain her body and for a maximum of about 48 hours. The reason is because her body begins to burn through so much energy to maintain this form that it burns out rather quickly. On top of that, if someone is able to help Mrs. Tickle to relax, her calming mind with force the her form to ease and retreat. After this, it will be another equivalent amount of hours before Mrs. Tickle can emerge again.
Brrr It’s Cold: Mrs. Tickle burns hot. That is the source of her rage and her anger. But because of this, she is more susceptible to cold weather. She gets chillier far faster and it can greatly slow her down.
Secondary mutation description: Increased Strength – Because of Mrs. Tickle’s advanced and tightly packed musculature, when Penelope is in her rage form, she has added strength. Though she cannot move mountains or easily lift cars, she does possess a strength that rivals that of an Olympic grade weight lifter. At her peak in her rage form, Penelope can lift up to 1300lbs, but to reach this peek does require a bit of effort. Heavier than that and she cannot lift it.
Strengths:
Pretty Good in a Fight: With her added strength, Mrs. Tickle can be a force to be reckoned with. Getting in a fight with her can easily become the worst mistake a person can get since she could easily break human bones.
Dense Musculature: Because her rage form as a near-perfect musculature, it means that her body is indeed packed tight. She can take the blunt force of a baseball bat and barely be fazed by it. But a sharp weapon, whether stabbing, slashing, or even the bullets from a gun or explosions can harm her.
Weaknesses:
Chilled to the Bones: Because Mrs. Tickle burns hot, whenever she gets too cold, her strength and her density drop significantly. Because of this, if a night is too cold, or she is surrounded by ice, Mrs. Tickle has the strength of her little girl alter-ego, Penelope, and can easily be harmed. Also, because of rage form running on heat, if she is dosed with water or buried in snow, Mrs. Tickle will easily recede back until all that is left is a semi-conscious Penelope.
Don’t Squeeze Too Hard!: Though her strength is impressive, Mrs. Tickle requires a soft touch with everything. Even so much as picking up a glass, if she is not careful, she can shatter it with her grip. Though it has taken Mrs. Tickle practice to keep from breaking anything she picks up, she has some sort of control over it. But if she is not focused, she can easily break things without meaning to.
Fighting Style
Explanation: Penelope herself does not have so much of a fighting style as running away. But it is not running away from danger, it is running away in order to keep Jezebel at bay. If she is scared enough for Jezebel to come out, though, Jezebel is a force to be reckoned with. She fights with everything and anything she has, laughing the whole time. Pros for fighting style: No one would suspect Penelope as being dangerous so she can easily run away. Mrs. Tickle, with her added strength, could easily take on most people. Cons for fighting style: If Penelope is kept from changing, she is not harmful to anyone. If it’s too cold or Mrs. Tickle is running out of energy, she is far weakened.
Faction Allegiance Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character Penelope was born in the capitol of the American nation, Washington D.C. But Penelope did not grow up with the background of civic pride that most would have being raised in the bosom of the American government. Instead, Penelope was raised in an environment that saw the government and its human leaders as little more than a flaw that needed to be fixed.
Both her parents were crime fighters. But not the typical type of crime fighters, they fought for mutantkind everywhere, but typically it was at the cost of human life. Her father, a fire creating mutant by the name of Hellfyre, and her mother, a feral mutant who went by the moniker Gold Fox, deeply disliked humans. They felt that mutantkind should be the ones in power and that power should have been taken forcefully. But instead of seen as committing terrorist acts to prove their points, they masked such things by winning the hearts of mutants all over their city. They protected, they fought for, and the rescued any mutant who was in danger, no matter if they were guilty or innocent. To them, by garnering the trust of mutants, when the day came, they could rise up and take the power that should have been theirs from the beginning.
Oddly enough, though, Penelope didn’t quickly take on to their views on life. Though Penelope loved her parents, their words just didn’t seem right to her. So, with her bubbly acceptance of the world, she let their teachings slide off her…or so she thought she did.
During one particular day when Penelope was nine and skipping home from playing at the park, her life would change forever. Before she could start on her planned day of coloring, there was a sudden, sharp noise at her door. She looked up, wide-eyed as several S.W.A.T. Team members had burst in, guns raised. A pair of the men dashed to her and were ordered to get her to safety, but both her parents had burst into the room before they could get very far.
Penelope can remember little of that incident after that. She remembered feeling the heat from fire, and heard slashing of claws against skin, the metallic smell of blood was in the air. Then, the last thing she could recall was watching as her mother charged to grab her but was gunned down from behind.
Then, all Penelope saw was red. She blacked but she could swear that she heard a voice, both an alien and familiar voice, screaming out in anguish. This was followed by the sounds of battle and the destruction of life. When Penelope regained her senses, she found herself lying in the middle of what was left of her house, surrounded by many dead S.W.A.T. officers and her deceased parents. Penelope had no idea that she was the cause of most of that damage.
A whirlwind of confusion happened after this incident. Before long the authorities had gotten involved, her parents were labeled as terrorists and Penelope was shuffled into the state. But someone stepped forward to claim and take care of her…her estranged sister.
Lilith Pepper, her 25 year old sister had been deemed fit to take care of her. Apparently, Lilith left home when her parents realized that Lilith was a mere human and would never be a mutant. For years they had neglected to talk to her and it was to the point that Penelope never even knew that she existed. With a new guardian, Penelope was taken to New York City.
It was when she first moved to New York that she her powers began to develop further. The most startling effect was the addition of a voice in her head. A voice, the same that she heard that faithful day when her parents died, spoke and whispered to her in her sleep and waking hours. It ran through everything that her parents had tried to teach her, almost as if it were learning these words itself. Before long, Penelope soon developed an alter ego, a split personality that she fearfully called “Mrs. Jezebel Tickle” because of how much the voice loved to giggle.
But Penelope hid this from her sister. Well, she hid it as long as she could. During one particular day when she and her sister were out late, going for ice cream, a mugger attempted to rob the both of them. He manhandled Lilith and though her sister told her to run, Penelope stood her ground. Finally, watching as the man produced a knife from his belt, Penelope felt something snap. Mrs. Tickle’s voice screamed in her head before Penelope blacked out and felt something rushing all over her skin.
After Penelope blacked out, a red ooze poured out from her pores and piled upon itself, building up and up until she was completely encased in an entirely different entity. The creature that stood before both the terrified Lilith and the mugger was a 7 foot tall, toned of muscle, amazon that glared with fiery yellow eyes. The raven-haired creature screamed and spouting out how pathetic the human mugger was before she suddenly attacked.
Penelope awoke to being cradled by Lilith. When asked what happened to the mugger, Lilith merely shook her head, indicating that it was best she didn’t know. Quickly they hurried home. Unfortunately this would not be the only instance of Penelope’s abilities or of the alter ego known as Mrs. Tickle. Whenever Penelope got angry or was frightened, the struggle was evident on Penelope to try to contain the angry, foul-mouthed, human-hating, creature. From that point on, it was obvious that Lilith looked at Penelope in a strange light.
Unfortunately Penelope has little control over Mrs. Tickle. She does understand that when she gets upset, the chance of Mrs. Tickle overcoming her is present, so she tries her best to keep calm. A gift from her parents, a stuffed rabbit with the name of “Mr. Tickle”, seems to be the quickest way to calm her now so she always carries it with her.
Penelope can feel the struggle for Mrs. Tickle to constantly want to come out, as well as listen to her commentary about how pathetic humans are and how she wants to break out to have fun. Penelope counters this by retaining her sweet and bubbly exterior. And so she lives with this struggle to this day…
Roleplay Where did you learn about this site?: I once had a dream where I was asked “What is the meaning of life?” I replied…”Gooooogle…” Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Jorge Cervantes, Agnes Nicholas, Vicente de la Sangre, and Akshay Malik Sample RP: Penelope didn’t like this man. And that was a hard realization for Penelope to come to about anyone. She never disliked people unless they had done something really, really bad. But this man, he was just not nice. He talk a lot. Used a lot of big words. And whenever she tried to ask what the words meant, he ignored her and kept talking, prodding her with questions. How was she supposed to answer if he would not explain what “Dissociative identity disorder” even meant?
She huffed and continued to drag the crayon across the sheet of crisp white paper.
Penelope was a young girl, of only ten, sitting in the small, orange plastic chair, dressed in her large denim overalls that had the funny daisy embossed on the front of it. It always looked so happy.
Tight curls of ebony hair hung down on either side of her face as she kept her eyes on her drawing, ignoring now the man as he droned on about things she didn’t understand and that he would never explain. Pressed tight against her chest was the worn out, floppy form of her favorite toy, Mr. Tickle. His candy cane striped bunny ears lay flopped over her arm as she drew; it was a comforting feeling.
“Ms. Pepper?” a voice called out. But Penelope was nearly finished with this rainbow…”Ahem! Ms. Pepper!”
She blinked and looked up.
“Hmm?”
“I said…I wanted to speak to Jezebel today…”
Instantly the coldness began to wash over her face. Inadvertently she reached over and began to stroke the soft, terrycloth ears. She could feel the calmness struggle against the tightness that ran throughout her chest.
“I don’t want to talk about that, thank you, sir.” she whispered before she picked up her crayon again and began color in the red part of the rainbow. Bouncy curls bobbed as she hummed a song to herself, one that she heard on the radio one day that was really catchy.
“Ms. Pepper,” the man said with another, more violent clearing of his throat, “You won’t make any headway unless we talk about her. Lilith says that, Jezebel was very vocal with her last week.”
Penelope simply shook her head, a small smile on her lips as the song in her head started to completely drown out the man’s voice. The sounds of water and a cool breeze filled her ears, the sensation of being kissed by her mother’s extra soft lips upon her cheek, her father tousling her hair. It was such a sweet feeling that Penelope held onto it as she just about finished coloring in the red of the rainbow…when…
“Where is Jezebel, Ms. Pepper?” the voice broke in, a little louder this time.
She said nothing and tried to hold onto the song. But the red cracks began to fissure throughout her calm image. She shook her head as she held onto Mr. Tickle. He always kept her away, he always found a way to stop her from coming out to play…
“Mrs. Jezebel Tickle? Are you there?”
“No, don’t talk to her,” she squeaked.
“Jezebel? I want to speak with you…”
“Doooon’t…”
“Jezebel, my name is Dr. Fiennes. I need to speak with you urgently…”
“Stop it!”
“Jezebe—“
“I DON’T TALK TO ****ING HUMANS!!!!”
Dr. Fiennes was taken aback as the full grown, menacing voice fell from the little girl’s lips.
Penelope sat there, rocking and trying to hum to herself in her small voice, but it was quickly replaced by a much darker, violent one. Slowly she raised her head and instantly the doctor saw the innocent, sad eyes of the young girl disappear and were replaced with yellow so molten and bright it looked as if it came from the very core of the earth. Red seeped out of the girl’s pores and soon tightened and reformed around her body. Her body was soon buried inside the tight, muscular form of a much older woman with raven black hair that hung down low and a smirk that could light the world on fire.
“P-P-Penelope…”
“Naw,”[/b] Jezebel grinned as she tilted her gaze to him. “You wanted to talk?”[/b] a low giggle fell from her lips as she reached over and cracked her knuckles. “Hehehehehe!! Then let’s talk!!”[/b]
