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.
Jacob gave a slight chuckle at the young woman, concerned about tracking in a little snow in his car. “The leather protector I put on the leather will keep anything from doing any damage, and I would rather run that risk than let you freeze to death.” The truth was, he could see right through that excuse… her eyes spoke volumes. She didn’t trust the young mechanic, and living here, Jacob didn’t blame her. Still, she would freeze, and there wasn’t a bone in his body that didn’t want to help her out. “I don’t bite, I promise… I just don’t want you to catch any frostbite or any other cold weather injury…” And there was the Army coming out to play. No one called it ‘Cold Weather Injury’ except the military, and he couldn’t call the words back now, but perhaps that too would reassure her… if she even made the connection.
He also noticed that the young woman was eyeing his car, which made his pride swell just a little, considering the car was one of his proudest accomplishments. Fully restored, there wasn’t a speck of rust or any other damage on it, and the engine was powerful enough that he could probably burn out at a standstill without even meaning to. Not that he would want to ruin his tires so quickly with such a stunt, unless he was getting ready to change them out anyway.
Jacob tried to think of a way to assure her that he wasn’t going to try any funny business, and the only thing that came to mind was simply empowering the woman a little further. “Listen… I’m not going to try to twist your arm, but I’m done with work for the day, and I wouldn’t mind dropping you off somewhere. Better you be warm and get there than freeze to death, in my opinion, but ultimately, it’s your decision.” He would leave it at that, and see what she wanted to do. Grabbing the box out of the seat, he placed it into the back seat, and waited for her to make her choice patiently.
Jacob was having just a little bit too much fun in the rotten weather for most people’s comfort. Having grew up in up-state New York, as well as having being stationed in Alaska for a time, driving in the snow wasn’t really a problem, at all… in fact, it was downright fun. His tires spun, slinging snow onto the sidewalks as he drifted around a turn, sliding on the slick snow with the precision of a scalpel. Indestructible by Disturbed was blaring through the vamped up speakers he had installed, and there was a smile on his face from ear to ear that would have been home on a demon. The engine growled with thunderous power as he slid around another corner, very aware and pleased that there weren’t many people on the road… but ever watchful that his fun didn’t get out of hand and become dangerous.
He was in town picking up a batch of parts for his pistol, who’s design was coming to steady fruition, this batch being in a small box on the leather bench seat beside him. He had finally gotten the pieces he needed for the trigger assembly, which were just the basic blocks. He would use a file and some other tools he had in the shop to custom make the pieces so they would fit, but it was coming together beautifully. A few more days and some more work, and he would finally have everything he needed. A 50 caliber pistol with a built in suppressor forged directly into the barrel, it would be whisper quiet and take down the biggest issue he was having that day. Not to mention his designs for the non-lethal rounds were almost done, but it was more chemistry than anything mechanical, and thus, he was more of a novice just figuring it out.
His black 67 Impala came around another corner, and he quickly let the engine rev down and slowed as he saw a young woman trekking through the oncoming blizzard, and very ill equipped to handle the environment. She seemed angry about something, just based on her pace and the fact that she obviously hadn’t been thinking when she left her house. Still, she was going to freeze, or at least get frostbite with the wind picking up in strength, and he couldn’t let that happen. Pulling over to the side of the road next to her but a short distance ahead so she could see the opportunity, he reached over and swung open the door.
“Hop in, before Old Man Winter kicks your ass any more than he has to,” he said with a friendly smile. He was a big guy, standing at 6’ 3” with next to no hair and a fairly muscular build, but his eyes and smile were kind, and he hoped she would see the logic in being in the warmth rather than trekking through the snow.
Jacob knew the look in her eyes… he had the same look, and knew dozens of people from his platoon who had seen real combat and the horrors it brings. It is something, no matter what you do, that you never forget, and haunts you till the day you die. So when she began to speak, he gave the young woman his undivided attention, as this was likely something that she didn’t tell many people. War stories… true ones anyway, were hard to share.
The first thing that he realized was that part of the reason she had no problem killing was a very early exposure. Someone had captured her like a lab rat because she had simply lost control, young and just beginning her life journey. The only salvation came in the form of drafting her into a merciless band of troops. She felt responsible for getting her entire band killed because she didn’t kill her friend, and thus the information was leaked on where their camp was. It seemed like some extremist group, but from the sounds of it, it hinted at mercenaries or something more organized. It certainly wasn’t military though… if the Army or any other branch ever were caught doing such a thing there would be an instant revolt and riot. There were several higher ranking members of the military with children who were mutants… tolerance was what had been taught to the masses.
This poor girl…
Jacob wanted to cry, but he didn’t… he was a better leader than that. He knew that crying in front of a fellow soldier who had been through all this would recoil, not wanting pity from anyone… they wanted someone they could talk to, get advice from, and follow in the darkness of the day. So instead, he focused his will, and responded to each part. “I’m sorry that you had to go through that kind of hell. I know a bit of what it is like, but on a different spectrum. It’s fine to be excited by combat, I feel the same way when I am doing combatives… it’s like a living and breathing game of chess, with much higher stakes. But that is simple competitiveness, and has a multitude of safe outlets that don’t lead to direct violence. Remorse should only be felt if you killed someone who didn’t have to die, such as a non-combatant. And you should certainly take pride in defeating someone, especially if it was a tough opponent, but you also give them the respect for having the courage to rise against you and providing you with that challenge.”
Then he addressed her last comment, although this one was the utter truth. “I don’t care if you have killed a thousand people… there is no such thing as a point of no return when it comes to killing another soul. If you don’t have a choice but to end their life, then don’t hesitate, by all means, but if you have a choice, the only one deciding whether or not to further soil your hands is you… and believe me, if you stop the killing, your emotions will return, and your soul will feel better for it. Jacob had been there… done that… and the graveness in his voice, sculpted by those hollowing experiences, was meant as a guide, not an order.
Jacob nodded, noting the enthusiasm the young tigress had about her plants. “As long as I don’t get kicked out before hand, I will make it a point to stop by the Greenhouse before I depart today.” His word was his bond, but the truth of the matter was, Jacob wasn’t sure what to expect from this place. Thus far, he had met two animal-based mutants, both of which weren’t from America, but were nice enough to show him inside. He simply listened, waiting to provide his input at the end when he had received both of his hosts’ opinions. Once they were finished, he spoke up.
“I am afraid I will have to side with Mariusz on this one. I wouldn’t want two inexperienced mechanics showing someone new around my shop, I would want to do it myself or let someone who had been there and knew what was what do it. Someone who knew when to say ‘don’t touch that button’, so to speak.” That said, he prepared to follow them, and then finally addressed something that Mariusz had said. “In truth, there is more grappling in Army-style combatives than anything, and the fact that you will be able to hold someone’s limb with your feet is something that could give you an edge.” That being said, he did a once over to make sure that his shirt wasn’t too stained or something, as first impressions were generally important.
Jacob paid attention to the young man first, walking beside him while the car growled idly behind them, keeping pace as they walked. He nodded thoughtfully, “History is one of my favorite subjects. I am actually the descendant of the Roman General Gnaeus Domitius Corbulo, and have done extensive studies into it. Military History is my favorite, admittedly, although being a military brat and descendent of a general, I may be biased.”
Jacob then listened intently to the young woman gush about the appearance of the grounds, and quickly pieced things together about what she was talking about. “So you are responsible for the green décor, I take it. My thumb is about as far from green as it gets, but I can certainly appreciate the beauty of it… I will make it a point to visit during the spring and see what you have done, if I am not already here.” He then listened to the pair of requests from them both, and nodded with a gentle smile.
“I am always willing to teach someone how to take care of their vehicle. And as far as combatives, I was a Level Three instructor in the Army, and attended numerous competitions. I would have to adapt some to incorporate your wings, but I’m sure most of the moves will still be very much the same.” They had reached the front door now, and Jacob turned towards his car. “Sit.” he said, and the gears shifted into park. “Stay.” and it turned off. He chuckled a bit at his own humor, and turned towards his hosts who were likely ready to lead him into the mansion.
Jacob couldn’t help but smile at the feline’s comment. “Yes… Baby certainly has a bit of a growl,” he said with a bit of pride in his voice. It was the engine he built, after all, so anything to do with that part specifically was something that he took close to the heart. She then continued to explain that they were not able to give him any definite answers, or even the possibility of them, which he understood. He turned and regarded Mariusz specifically this time. “I understand. If some of the residents don’t even know of it, then ‘Mum’ is the word. How is it to be utterly free? Laugh at gravity?” It was an icebreaker, but he legitimately wanted to know.
He then addressed Regan once more. “I understand completely, and I promise to be on my best behavior. The Army taught me internal self control that rivals most… I will keep my composure, I assure you. Still, thank you both for greeting me and allowing me to visit the compound.” That said, they walked up the pavement towards the mansion, and he couldn’t help but wonder. “OK, so who won the lottery and bought this place? Wow.” Everything here looked like it had cost a fortune just to design, let alone create and place here, and considering it was a mutant haven, he imagined that there was ample time where something broke and had to be repaired. Compared to his shop, this place was out of a comic book.
Jacob couldn’t help but shake his head at her description of her sister. “Ah… your sister is one of those types of girl. In that case, you have my sympathy. I never had any siblings, so I don’t really know how that is…” He wouldn’t delve into the fact that he was utterly lonely during that part of his childhood… his parents always at work, and his intelligence making other jealous and unwilling to befriend him. Still, if you looked at the man, you couldn’t tell he was sad at all.
“You have a nice laugh.” It was a simple, almost harmless statement, but a giant leap for Jacob to make. The significance of his comment could not be understated, as it was a direct compliment, not a small, side comment that could be taken either way. It was his first, direct statement saying that something about her was something that he liked. Still, it was small enough that if the situation became weird, they wouldn’t have to go any further… a stepping stone.
Continuing but observing her reactions, he directed his attention to the other part of her conversation. “Well, I don’t think a newspaper is going to survive in your teeth, to be fair!” he joked, having noticed when she laughed that they were quite sharp. “In all seriousness though, I don’t mind helping people out. Maybe it’s just the Grunt in me.” he then realized that it was very possible that she would ask further questions on that aspect. “Staff Sergeant Jacob Corbulo, U.S. Army vet.”
He listened thoughtfully about the other sister, the younger one, who was into mechanics. “Well, if she ever needs to learn a thing or two and wants to earn some money, I am hiring intern mechanics at my shop. Never can have enough mechanics.” The sad part was, that was actually very true… he never seemed to have enough mechanics on hand, always losing one to a shop in a big city or whatnot. Not that he couldn’t do the work himself, but it was nice to have help when he needed to step out of the shop once in a while.
Speaking of, he just realized he needed to send someone a text saying he would pick up the part tomorrow… or just… later. Depended on how the rest of the day went, but as they made the right hand turn into the Junkyard/Shop, he had a feeling the day was already going pretty well. The grounds were very tidy for a junkyard, all the decommissioned cars piled in stacks to the right and behind the shop, which had an entry way, four bays for vehicles, and an upstairs, which is where he lived.
“Welcome to Jacob’s Junkyard and Shop.” he said with no small amount of pride, pulling into the spot next to the building that was reserved for him.
“Sweet Cheezits… two hours? And no one stopped? And I’m sorry, but if I had a family member calling, I’d answer, regardless of what I had going on. Family is too important to shrug off, especially as cruel as the world has become.” It was his way of thinking… family was very important. Lord help anyone who threatened Jacob’s family too… because he was not against seeking justice with his own rifle.
A bit of silence before anyone spoke again, and Jacob considered turning on the radio but mercifully she rescued him from that by asking another question. He responded to the trap-like question in a simple manner. “Being a mechanic, I like to help when I can… I am not about to leave someone stranded on the side of the road during a cold winter day if I can help it.” he said simply. He then glanced at the thumping noise, and realized it was her tail. Time to address that particular thing, as he was pretty sure he put everything together at this point.
“I have met a few animal-based mutants… if I have to guess, I would say you were part wolf.” he said in such a tone that there was no surprise in it. It honestly didn’t matter too much to him… he still found her attractive, confident and strong. Being a mutant in today’s world was hit or miss… but he also realized that it was very possible that he could have suddenly made her defensive. Taking his hands off the steering wheel, he let his hands fall to his lap, and the car continued to drive perfectly centered in their lane.
“I can control mechanics. Comes in handy, being a mechanic, but it can be fun.” He decided to back off the conversation for a moment. It could be overwhelming, considering that he had singlehandedly confided in her that he was a mutant, and revealed that he knew she was a mutant. It could be a little too much, and he wouldn’t blame the young woman if she backed away from him. It was also his version of a test, to see how she handled situations like this. Stress could bring out the truth of a person very quickly, and if he had to guess, she was more on the ‘fight’ rather than ‘flight’ end of that spectrum.
Jacob pulled out a smartphone, tagged the location with his GPS, and sent a text with the location to Bobby, his tow-truck guy. Not a moment or two later, it responded with a ‘Got it Boss’, and he quickly tucked it back away. He looked up just in time to see the young woman tuck some hair behind her ear and smile slightly, which made him smile in turn. “They say people who smile more often live longer,” he said, trying to pay her a compliment without blatantly hitting on the woman. That would make the 15 or so minute drive a long, awkward drive… not something he was sure he was ready for.
Closing the lid to her truck, he smirked slightly. He could technically fix the truck right now, but he would wind up being tired, and it would reveal his secret… some people didn’t take to mutants kindly, and being precautious was never out of style. Moving to her side of the car, he unlocked it and opened the door for her, and when she stepped in is when he noticed the tail. He hadn’t noticed it before for some reason, simply because he didn’t want to lose his modesty and simply ‘check her out’. He acted like he didn’t notice though, but suddenly, he was a lot less apprehensive.
Now he wasn’t fixing her car right now simply because he wanted a chance to talk with her on the drive.
Once she was in the car, he moved to his side and climbed in, firing up the engine which growled from under the hood. He slid the metal bar in the middle dash to high-heat, and moved the vent to point in her direction. It took only a few moments before warmth flowed into the cab. After checking his mirrors, he pulled out and turned around, turning the car back towards his shop. The growl from the engine, a custom 351 Cleveland, increased as they picked up speed towards the shop. A small part of him wondered if the leather seating was comfortable with a tail, but he didn’t dare bring that up at the moment. “How long were you stuck out there before I got there?” he asked absently, trying to break the ice a little.
Jacob noticed the Irish accent, and wondered if the grounds were exclusive to mutants that weren’t from America… but dismissed the thought, as it could easily be coincidence. After his little stunt, however, Regan hissed and fuzzed up in a typical housecat fashion, and Mariusz drew his bow, preparing to try to take out his car with it and backed away slowly. Once it registered with both of them, they relaxed a bit, but didn’t fully appreciate the small joke. “I apologize… I didn’t mean to startle you that much… just give you a demonstration.”
Then the bit of information about the aircraft startled them both and confused them… and it was a simple idea. They hadn’t been told about it. “Well… I hope I didn’t just loose a big secret… but yes, there is a highly advanced aircraft here… as well as something I can’t identify. A large room of some sort. But before I go spilling the beans on everything, perhaps we should speak to someone who has knowledge of these things?
Using his ability, the gates swung open, and his car started, normally this time, behind them and began to follow them as Jacob prepared to walk onto the grounds with them. Turning, he addressed his car with the fondness of a pet. “No more scaring people for you…” he said to the Impala. Turning back towards his hosts, he waited for their decision.
Jacob did notice that it didn’t seem like she was wondering what side dishes would go well with his corpse, and he appreciated that he was slowly earning a little bit of trust… enough to not be considered a threat. She spoke about her motorcycle, and how it was her primary means of transportation, and the mechanic simply smirked, adding on a “but you live in New York, and it gets pretty cold up here to by going seventy on a bike and exposed to the elements. Not to mention the road conditions wouldn’t be up to par.”
Having been enough time, he turned around, and unscrewed the cap to the coolant, and poured the contents into the radiator. It wasn’t enough, but it would get them to the shop, where she wanted to get the rest of it taken care of apparently. Never the man to refuse a customer, he smiled and nodded. “Of course. It’s not too far up the road from here… a few miles. That coolant should last long enough to make it up there.” It was during her last comment though that he noticed something… a slight growl in her voice.
He took a moment to look at her as he finished up the conversation. “We can handle everything in an hour unless you have some place to be. If so, I can give you a ride and have my tow-guy come pick up your car.” It was now that he noticed that the one ear that wasn’t missing a chunk was a slight bit more pointed. Still, nothing too big… but in combination with the thick hair, growl within her voice… it was possible that she was a mutant. Still, there wasn’t enough evidence to make a confirmation, and Jacob did nothing to lead her to believe that he had caught on to those details. Besides, being a soldier and believing in equality, he wouldn’t hold it against her if she was a mutant… that, and she certainly wasn’t too rough on the eyes. Jacob had always been a sucker for tall, confident women.
Why was it that the woman’s stare seemed to be a bit more hostile than he would have liked? No… not hostile, precautious… defensive maybe. He was being evaluated as a threat… a normal reaction for an attractive young woman stranded in the middle of no-where. She looked like she had been through a war though, a bit of one ear missing and scars riddling what little of her flesh he could see, but that was only at a cursory glance… he didn’t dare look hard enough to make it obvious. Not letting that slow him down, he moved to the side of the truck, placing one hand on it. If she was paying close attention, she would notice that the skin of his hand closes where it touched the vehicle, for the briefest of moments, gained the same texture and color as the truck.
Mid-stride, he turned around, having used his senses and knowing more about that truck than the person who built it, and returned to the trunk, where he fished out a tube from another compartment. Not saying much else, he proceeded to the front of the vehicle, put on the thick glove to protect his hand from the heat, and removed the extremely hot coolant cap. Letting the rush of steam escape, he waited a moment, then took the small tube of Liquid Weld and removed the cap, using the glove to feel for the hole that the Coolant was leaking from. After a moment, he found it, sealed it, and then turned to where the woman was standing, likely nearby.
“You had a hole in your coolant container. Give a minute for that Liquid Weld to set in, and then we should be able to fill it up and you be on your way.” he said, pulling a rag he had stashed in his back pocket and trying to get the coolant off of the thick glove. After a moment, he gave up, the fluid already having seeped into the fabric… no big deal. “You might also want to get an oil change soon. Gonna need it in the next thousand miles or so.” Damnit… without realizing it, he had just given a hint to his power, as he didn’t check the oil physically. Well, hopefully she didn’t catch on, because his face didn't show anything different.
He restated the name, and while Jacob wanted to point out that he already knew that based on the plaque embedded into the stone behind him, he refrained, knowing all too well that if it was something he should know about, the young man would further explain himself. And he did, explaining how it was a safe-haven for mutants. Interesting… the place called Sanctuary was as well, but he wouldn’t go into that either, not until he got a fair assessment of what was happening here. He devoted his mouth to stay closed and his ears to stay open.
But so far, he liked the sound of this place.
He spoke a bit of his own background, and oddly, Jacob knew where the man was talking about… familiar with the Geography of the area. He also had some political background, which was interesting as well. Things truly began to take a more interesting turn when another mutant joined the fray in the form of a Tigress with green stripes. A very interesting mutation, and the fleeting image of the cat trying to pounce on the bird popped into his mind briefly, a Sylvester and Tweety moment, but he quickly dismissed the thought, as it was not being helpful. The young man assured the woman balanced on the gate that he was not here to cause harm, and Jacob finally decided things were safe enough to talk a little more openly.
But, first things first, Jacob moved towards the gate, away from his car, and offered his hand in greeting. His grip was firm but not crushing, a practice he had perfected. Regardless if she shook or not, he decided to go ahead and come clean, in a sense. “Good to meet you Regan.” he said simply.
Suddenly, his car, which was about 10 feet away at this point, roared to life, it’s engine thundering under the hood, causing the vehicle to tilt sharply because of the torque, regardless of the fact that it was in neutral. “I’m a mutant too, who can manipulate mechanics… and I can sense that beast of a plane that is stashed somewhere over there,” he said looked past the gate, “and as a master mechanic… it’s almost like dangling a cigarette in front of a habitual smoker.” Once he finished his explanation, he keyed the ignition off on his car, letting it resume it’s previous silence, and looked to them both for a reaction.
Jacob was thundering down the highway, on his way to the big city from his home to pick up some parts. The cost of shipping the bastards from NYC to the little area he lived was ridiculous, so he opted to pick them up, which was very much more cost effective so long as it wasn’t something big like an engine. His jet black 1967 Chevy Impala cruised down the road, its custom 352 Cleveland engine thundering under the hood, and the truth was, Jacob loved to just drive his car. It helped him focus, collect his thoughts, and release frustrations, the open road being a cure for most common day ailments that can drive some people nuts.
But as he continued, a small red dot began to materialize in the distance… as he steadily drew closer, he realized that it was a vehicle on the side of the road, an attractive young woman sitting on the tail-gate, eating something, and steam ushering out of the open hood. “Coolant… bet 10 dollars…” he muttered to himself. Slow now, he pulled over and his car gently growled to a stop behind the truck. Sliding it into park, he keyed off the ignition, and opened the door, stepping out. “Looks like you could use a hand,” he said simply. Jacob could pretty much diagnose the problem from here, but just in case, he had to be sure.
For the first time, he got a good look at her too… very thick hair was the most unusual feature he could make out at the moment, but that wasn’t a big thing. Moving to the trunk of his car, which could have easily fit six or seven people without stacking anyone on top of each other, he put in the key and opened it up. Looking at the contents, which were all organized into different compartments… it took him but a moment to find his quart of Coolant that he kept in case he needed himself… as if that would ever happen.
Grabbing it, he left the trunk open, just in case he needed any tools, and grabbed a thick glove, and approached the young woman again. “I’m guessing you need some Coolant…” he said, sloshing the contents of the quart and drawing close to her, about a foot away. Jacob was wearing a leather jacket, T-Shirt, Jeans and a tan pair of combat boots… his normal loadout, and stood at 6’ 3” and was very muscular. But now that he was closer, he realized that she was very tall for a female… roughly six foot, if he guessed right… which was very interesting. It was hard to see eye to eye with most females being as tall as he was, and it was a nice change of pace to know there were some his own height, or at least close.
Holding out his hand, he decided to finally introduce himself with a preparatory hand-shake. “My name’s Jacob. I own a mechanics shop not too far from here. I would like to help you with your truck if that is alright with you.” Another glance at the vehicle, and he figured it was a 2009… maybe 2008 Ford F-150. Generic truck.
