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.
Sylar couldn't get behind this idea of just taking on the world, it was so much humanity against so few mutants. Most mutants looked human enough to get by, not like they'd want to change the status quo they got to enjoy, but Sylar couldn't certainly see why someone like Aura or Roach would see themselves above humanity. Even Sylar was leagues more powerful than any one person, but they were many, and he might as well be one, or less than a dozen if he counted the people he actually cared about.
However his gut did like the idea of being a predator, the feel of hunting the few times he'd done it had nearly sent him into a daze. It was as if he'd been made to do just that, prey on humans. A creature clad in knives and pitch as the night, Sylar could sneak around this city so easily once the sun went down, and none of the buildings had any hope of keeping him out, a whole city of fish stuck in a barrel with a shark. But a boy couldn't be a monster, because he knew how scary he could be, like handing out a god's power to a child is what being a mutant felt like.
"I don't know that just because you can is a valid reason to just give in. You're just one person, I'm just one person. Killing them sounds like stirring up a wasp nest, sure I could stomp some of them, but I'd rather not get stung however many times just to look down on them. Even if you think mutants should stick together...even most of us look like them. And they look just as much like food to me as the humans do."
Sylar let his worthless eyes stare at Aura for a moment, gauging the shape of her thermal image. She was slender and slightly shorter than he was, and her form was every bit as human as the rest of them. His other senses told him the same, just like everyone else.
Sylar flexed one of his claws a bit, looking at the oddly shaped appendage, it's fingers long than Aura's, and thinner, his heat disrupted by the plates of carapace attached to his flesh. "I know how easy it would be. Like you said, I'm not the type to die easily, heck I'm pretty sure most of me is bullet proof. But if I cut loose, what's to stop me from killing your type too? You can see the difference between them and us, but I can't. I'm blind after all."
Sylar pointed at his eyes, though in the night time Aura might not realize that his eyes were coated with a web of flesh that acted like the pits of a snake. Sylar couldn't see Aura's face, nor notice the color of her hair or the style of her attire. To him she was just another human shaped blob of oranges and reds. "Do you really think it's alright to just give up what humanity we might have? I'm already a thief and a murderer. Who's responsible if I just become an animal?"
"How can you be a predator but not end up devouring the wrong prey?"
Sylar asked, his lack of wisdom or confidence leaving him to seek out the opinion of someone stronger than himself.
Sylar was always wary of police, sure most of them gave up easily when chasing him, after all Sylar was mostly seen as a nuisance or fictitious depending on who you asked. And even once they let him go apparently, something Evelyn had done to make them drop his capture. But he respected what they did and what they could do, police had guns, and if they wanted to, big guns, and Sylar didn't feel like dodging bullets or worse learning to catch them with his armor. If Aura would push them that far into the red, he might just have to vanish for a bit, live up to his "legend" status and become a ghost. "You're a little like Roach aren't you? Not even a second thought for normals, but meet a mutant and he's suddenly a tea drinking gentleman. Not every mutant is a member of the cause though." Sylar hadn't had any trouble with mutants himself, at least none that he hadn't just caused through confusion, but he wasn't about to believe every mutant was potential friend or family.
His tail swished back and forth a bit as Aura refuted his claim and explained herself. It seemed they both have a negative self image, she'd simply accepted hers and assimilated it, something Sylar couldn't seem to do because of how terrifying it would turn out. "I guess our definitions differ. You sound like a soldier, cold and merciless. But I can respect that sort of will power." He clenched one of his claws, remembering the one time he actually killed someone, because he'd been told to, just like a soldier...
"Not a dozen, just one, some normal scum Roach had held up at the apartment. Just a stab right through his guts, my tail is like a spear ya know? Went through him like butter..." Sylar remembered that awful snikt noise, the gurgle as fluid escaped around his tail, and the faint warmth he felt through his boney tail as he pulled it free from the mans chest with an awful plop. "It was easy enough, Roach told me it was ok. But it wasn't that part that bothered me actually, in fact it really was easy. Like squashing a bug..." Sylar felt his mind go numb, as if his thoughts were not his own and he'd been pushed aside.
It was the part that came later that scared Sylar more than anything. "A monster isn't heartless Aura, or at least mine isn't. The next day Roach and I ate that man. I had no idea until he told me but I remember the taste..." Sylar had long since vanished as he finished the memory, the creature looking out through his blind eyes was a Boogeyman, a creature of fear and malice. "And it tasted good...better than anything I'd had in years. And every day I look at them, and see the warmth flowing through their veins and smell the taste on their skin and all I can think is the world is full of that taste, and how much I'd just like to eat..." Sylar stopped himself, his cheeks flushed from embarrassment and his gut churning in disgust. "But people aren't food, they're not supposed to be...I have to fight that, I need to hold back."
Sylar sped up a bit, putting some distance between himself and Aura as he walked, afraid of what he didn't know, but his gut felt spooked and he just wanted to vanish into the shadows. "I guess I'm afraid of a war if that's what you want. The smell...of blood and chaos brings out the worst in everyone, and my worst shouldn't be allowed to show." Sylar wasn't a soldier, he was a weapon, and if someone with a will were to use that weapon, he'd lose what little good he'd fought so hard to collect. He'd hate to disappoint his friends, or worse, fail to protect his new home while his boss was away.
"I guess I'm just a coward...but that's what keeps me alive. Better to live in the shadow than fight for some light I can't even see." He mumbled, dragging his claw along the wall as he tried to figure out where they'd ended up.
A partner? What a foreign phrase for Sylar, he barely had any friends, and even his friends had to be afraid of him, or at least Evelyn did, he'd nearly attacked the girl thrice. "Brawling with cops helps muties? I mean me personally the less attention on mutants means the less attention of me, I'd prefer they just ignore us, or better, stay wary." Sylar sometimes sounded almost like a self hating type, but it wasn't hate so much as bitterness, his condition made him a loner, and deep down he had a personality that wanted social interaction.
Merciless scared Sylar, an unwavering will to easily do something questionable scared Sylar, and Aura read exactly like that. She could kill men or assault police at a moments notice, and if Sylar did such a thing, the world would become a much scarier place. All that was keeping humanity from having a true predator once more was the boy's aversion to violence, and even that was beginning to waver. She questioned what he would need to control, and the boy stopped for a moment, turning his blind eyes to focus on hers for just a second. "This, I have to keep it in check." He said as he tapped one of his claws onto his other arm, the hardened flesh making an almost metallic click as they met. "I don't have what it takes to be a soldier, just a monster, and I don't want to be one." He refrained from explaining just how monstrous he could be, since talking about cannibalism with other people wasn't something most people could stomach.
"He's been...busy, so I"m kind of just watching his turf for him till he needs me. I guess that's what a body guard does right?" Sylar still wasn't able to realize he was more of an enforcer in training than a bodyguard, after all what does an immortal care for a guard? She sounded like some sort of sociopathic martyr, which was itself a contradiction, but Sylar didn't really care. His own morals were gray at best, so if this woman wanted to murder for mutant kind, he wasn't about to stick his neck before her.
When she mentioned a taste better than people, Sylar's body tensed up noticeably. "You've eaten a person?" He questioned, and not in the way that someone totally surprised would do, but more like a "you too?" kind of tone. Sylar had never seen nor thought of eating a bear, dogs, squirrels, and the rare deer were more his current forte. They cleared the area, and the pace of their walk was a bit more casual now as they both seemed to realize they were in the clear after that little fiasco.
Sylar shrugged a bit, he'd been told Sanctuary could help him before, though he hadn't taken up the offer yet, or needed it. "I've been there a few times, but I don't linger, i'm not much for crowds." He smirked just a little at being called durable. "I suppose I am, but I can always just vanish for a bit, they know better than to come looking for me down in the sewers. Nobody messes with me in my own world." The implied ownership wasn't something of pride though, more melancholic. Sylar might have his own turf, but it was nothing to be proud off, not like living in the Mansion or even having a bunk at the Sanctuary. "Maybe just try not to start a war with the NYPD, I'd prefer them not to start bringing out the real guns." The last thing Sylar needed was swat teams looking for him.
The dragon has been taken, but if anyone is interested in finding out what it feels like to climb walls and hunger for human snacking, feel free to request Sylar! ^_^
Sylar pulled back from the glass after he'd tapped it, his timid nature urging him to caution as the person quickly fumbled out of a chair and approached. However it was the voice and the rush of scent that really through him off, of all the people it could be, it really couldn't be her could it? The window opened up and he heard the voice clearly, recognizing it even after all this time. Serena of all people! The girl who'd urged him out of the darkness for the first time and called him friend when the only word he knew was monster...
She gestured for him to enter, but the boy couldn't figure his thoughts out, mumbling as he tried to speak. "Serena! I wasn't expec..." He tried to finish a thought, but in all the excitement, Sylar's claws had relaxed just a bit, and the boy's ability to climb was very precise you see, unlike some animals that had microscopic hair filaments to latch onto things, or made use of nigh mystical forces to merge with the surface, Sylar's ability to climb basically rested on cutting groves and handholds into things and then holding to them. Serena's voice had relaxed him and the boys claws followed, and Sylar suddenly found himself slipping. "Wha..? Oopf!" He scratched a bit and slid off the side of the building, tumbling into the ground with an audible thud, normally he dug his fingers in deep like nails into wood, but he'd been worried about causing real damage to the mansion, so his light hold had sent him right into the dirt.
He stood up and rubbed at his ruffled hood a bit, his mane of hair falling free of it a bit. "Well that was graceful." He muttered as he stood up and dusted himself off, being made of muscle and boney armor meant the fall was literally painless, but the embarrassment caused the boy to blush a little bit in the dark. "I uh...I wasn't expecting to see you of all people Serena...it's been awhile." The voice that spoke to Serena was all too familiar, that same sound Sylar had always had, the voice of a boy that was a little too feminine, and a tone that seemed oddly hollow or scared. However Sylar wasn't the same teen she'd met before, his personality changed by struggle and strife, not to mention factually when a certain mutant erased some of his memories.
His movements were a bit more confident...and a bit more dangerous, as the boy and the creature now shared about fifty percent of his form, his new boney shoulders and the flesh corrupting his face proof of that, even if Serena wouldn't be able to see that in the dark. Time changes us all, and Sylar was no exception, how would time have changed her? That bubbly girl who saw past the fangs and claws?
Sylar suddenly felt rather timid, afraid Serena might not like who he was right now, but he still had to tell someone, and who better than a friend? "Er um, I guess I'll come in then?" He said, leaping up easily to catch a claw on Serena's open window, and pulling his monstrous form inside the building with ease.
Now she could see how he'd changed, Sylars form was still humanoid, but both of his arms were lost beneath plates of bone and claws of nightmare, the same substance slowly creeping up his neck and cheeks towards his androgynous face, however he wasn't as starved or emaciated as he used to be, this Sylar was clearly someone who was in a better spot than he once was, his movements stronger, and his presence more noticeable.
"Hey there Serena...long time, no see eh? Er well I guess talk, I can't see you...so how've you been?" He quickly cut off his stream of consciousness, realizing it was kind of stupid and childish, but either way he was happy to see her.
Sylar hadn't been here in some time, and he wasn't so keen on breaking into the Mansion in the dead of the night once more either, he could only overstay his welcome so much with these people, after all, he wasn't one of the good mutants...exactly. However he wasn't sure how to feel about the latest situation he'd gotten himself into, or what it could mean for the mutant community as a whole, and while the boy wasn't some saint or even a do-gooder, his few friends were mutants, and less trouble for them was something that crossed his mind.
The boy looked at the Mansion from some distance away, his form hidden in the shadows of the city-scape as he thought about what he could even do at probably 2 in the morning, but if even one mutant was up for him to talk too, he could leave the message and hope the situation sorted itself out before he found himself in too much trouble. Roach had taught him how to control himself, and to temper his powers towards his own kind, and that's just was Sylar had in mind, even if his current life style wouldn't sit well with the Mansion dwelling community. He'd control this situation, and hopefully avoid a serious outcome.
Pulling his hood up, the boy ducked out of the shadows and made for a corner of the Mansion's wall, an easy enough spot to scale and hop over onto the grounds, and away from the usual security nonsense that kept the place safe from those who had actual ill will, sure he was breaking in, but he wasn't actually breaking anything, or stealing anything so it was ok right?
Landing onto the soft earth, the lack of claw on pavement sent a sort of nostalgic feel through Sylar, he hadn't been here in some time, and he realized he kind of missed this place. The Mansion was so unlike the apartment or the Sanctuary area, where mutants were the dominant species but also seen as scary or criminal, here was a place where mutants were just like normal people, going to school or getting jobs, and blending in with the normals. Sylar couldn't live the pinky life, but sometimes he was certainly jealous of it. The easiest way to find someone would be to stalk around the grounds or the gardens and sniff out a scent, but if nobody was outside, he couldn't risk just breaking into the building, maybe he could find someone who was up but in their room where he could talk through the glass.
How exactly does a blind monster figure out if someone was up by looking at their window...except he couldn't actually look? Well active bodies produced more heat than sleeping ones, and the lights as well created a very soft temperature increase over the ambient one around them, especially since it was cold tonight. Sylar passed through the garden area, finding nothing of note and smelling no one as he neared the building.
"Crap." He mumbled to himself, he really really didn't want to tempt waking someone up or setting off an alarm, he didn't want to break his connection to this place if he ever needed it again. He took a breath and shrugged, he didn't like bringing attention to himself, but Aura's little turf brawl would do that anyways, at least he could save his own skin by tipping off the good guys.
Sylar crept out of the garden area, his body low to the ground on instinct, his shape almost melting into the darkness of the early morning. Like a cat checking out it's new turf, Sylar crept along the grounds slowly, his thermal vision slowly getting a read on the Mansion's structure, the building essentially a massive opaque lump to him, only cut out of the darkness by the heat permeating out of the interior. Suddenly he felt an odd tingle in his gut, and he turned to look up a bit, an area of the Mansion sticking out to him, it's heat slightly higher than the area around it. That meant somebody was up possibly, or he could at least check it out.
He bit his lip a bit, and then advanced towards the building, unaware of the reunion about to happen as he gently scaled the Mansion's side, trying to be quiet as possible while his claws dug into the brick and mortar, holding the monstrous teen to the building like a spider as he came up on the window. He sniffed the air a bit, trying to pick up on what little info he could in the air that leaked out through the tiniest spaces on the window. It was an odd smell, inviting in a way he couldn't quite understand, especially since he felt like it had the faintest essence of blood to it?
He leaned forward, his hooded face timidly advancing from the darkness to peak in the window and try and gauge who was in there, if at all. He saw a humanoid form, which made him hope for the best. He tapped on the glass to get it's attention, the fact that an alien monster climbing up to your window might be intimidating for most was lost on Sylar, as all he was concerned with was finding someone of value to talk to or at least leave a warning with. He tapped again, speaking softly but loud enough to be heard if the person came to the glass.
She made an excellent point. Why hadn't he run? Sylar was usually gone long before the police ever showed up to anything, to the point that for awhile even some of the cops used to say he was a ghost story. This was just adding fuel to the small fire he was trying to put out with the police department. The boy clenched his side in frustration as he realized he was getting too attached to other mutants, every time one was in trouble or making a fuss he seemed to wander right into it. Stupid move Sylar, very stupid.
She said she was trying to protect him. He nearly laughed, but he refrained as he spoke. "Thanks but I don't think I need protection. I stay out of sight for a reason." Sylar couldn't admit that ultimately his enforced solitude was often because he innately was afraid of hurting people around him, or worse, eating them. "Seems we both had a misguided need to save the other mutant." Roach's odd acts of kindness towards mutants was rubbing off on Sylar, what a bummer.
His side had stopped bleeding now, the pressure of his claw and his powerful body quickly sealing the wound. The boy brought his claw away from the wound, the small stain of blood on it quickly licked away as the boy cleaned his claw. It seemed Aura felt the need to share, which Sylar listened to, even if his eyes seemed like they were ignoring her. They shared a similar emergence it seemed, as Sylar's powers first started at school as well, though his life afterword wasn't nearly as dark as Aura's it would seem. So she was raised as a child soldier? How miserable, or at least Sylar thought so. The idea of murder, and not feeling anything over it terrified him, especially since his subconscious mind constantly seemed to want to push him into that very act.
His tail swished a bit in frustration as he thought about the similarity between him and Aura, especially if just one event in his life had gone a different way. "You...scare me. Not your power really, but the way you use it so easily. When I think what I would have been if I'd been in your shoes..." Sylar stopped for a moment, feeling that dark churn in his guts, that urge to eat. "But at least you became a soldier, you can choose who to hurt. I need Roach to help me stay in check. And you should really try not to cause too much trouble for him either, he does good work for the mutants around her." Though he'd been gone for awhile now, leaving Sylar to wonder if perhaps he needed to find a new place to live or a new way to train himself.
At least he was probably safe around her if she was a mutant supremacist like Roach was. Unless more cops showed up, which he noted to himself to bail if that happened. She mentioned something about eating dogs, which was oddly another experience Sylar shared with Aura. "And it's weird isn't it, you steal one cocker spaniel and everyone loses their minds."
Crouched down, Sylar really might have more of a feline appearance, his swaying tail and random bouts of claw maintenance were certainly more animal than man like. Though he did in fact not get hair balls. His tail stopped for a moment as Emily began to speak at length, his attention held as the girl told him of something that had happened to her.
A group of people lynched for their differences? What differences, were they mutants? Did mutants even exist a century ago? Or maybe it was a racial thing, he remembered learning a bit about the history of the United States and how people of different skin color were also persecuted, humans literally abused one another at the slightest difference, it was no wonder the idea of super powers or deformity set them off so. He expected such a thing would leave a permanent scar on any normal person, but this girl would probably live forever, or close to it.
Age gave maturity, but Sylar realized the maturity or maybe insanity that would come from immortality would be seriously boggling. He'd thought as much when he met that crazy phoenix man. And Roach wasn't exactly all their either, and who knew how long a cockroach man could live. He shrugged a bit, getting her message even if the words tasted bitter to his young mind.
"Not everyone will live as long as you Emily. You've got all the time in the world to heal your wounds." He wasn't so ignorant as to ignore the valid point she'd made though. "Everyone else is young and stupid, us and them. I've been picked on since before I was a mutie, it was the same then. Is it so easy for us to turn on one another?" He thought aloud, knowing that whether it had been his blindness, his fearful nature, or his monstrous power, all of it had simply lead to the same thing. People misunderstood him, that led to anger and fear, which he responded to with the same.
"I could tear a building down if I wanted to ya know? And yet I still hate normal people for being afraid of me. Mostly cause I was afraid of them." It was odd how speaking with people so much older than him tempted to prompt these moments of insight. Bennu and Roach made Sylar realize there was some good to his mutation, to his power that he could embrace to make his life better. And this girl made him realize that most of the things he hated about normal people, were things that normal people felt about each other. He sighed. "I miss when life was simple, whatever happened to just stealing from convenience stores." He said with bit of humor to his voice.
Sylar was an odd contradiction of personality versus instinct. Sylar the boy was timid and wanted to do nothing but avoid conflict, feeling safe when nobody noticed him. But his body and instincts were those of a predator, a creature carved of blades and able to instantly find just the right spot to inflict the most damage on whoever opposed him, and these clashing ideals are the only thing that held Sylar back from being perhaps one of the most dangerous mutants alive. Aura might happily relish in combat, but Sylar's mind was solely devoted to ending this fight swiftly.
Sylar's diversion was a good one, his act of strength serving to confuse, intimidate, and just wreck anyone who was foolish enough not to dodge or flee. A midst the confusion and wreckage of the flipping car, Sylar vanished from sight once more, though a few faint trickles of blood would reveal to the discerning eye that he'd vanished into one of the various alleys of the warehouse district. Sylar pressed his clawed hand to his side, pressing on the wound to see how bad it was. It stung quickly to the pressure, but it was otherwise just a scratch, his musculature a little too thick for a mere bullet scratch to pose any real harm, but he didn't like the pain still.
Sylar crawled along the side of a building, making his way towards the woman who had ruined his night. This woman was trouble, just like every mutant was, but he at least needed to know where he stood with someone as dangerous and crazy as she was. She turned a corner in the maze of alleyways, and the boy spoke, breaking the silence of the escape.
"I know mutant girls are trouble, but you're pretty crazy huh?" The boy said from the shadows, only his voice and the vague shape of a humanoid giving him away before he dropped down into the dim light of the alley way. Sylar was an odd creature, his movements so smooth and fluid that you might guess he was a snake or simply made of shadow itself, but his face beneath the matted hair and fleshing growths was that of a boy so lithe he might as well be a woman.
"First thugs, then the police, you want to wage war or something?" He said, curious as to just how crazy this chick was, and hoping to find out just how far he should keep away from her. At least Roach respected the need for discretion in certain scenarios, Sylar had kept his record pretty clean so far, but now at least some of the police force would know he'd attack them when goaded on, and that meant bad news for his lifestyle.
He kept his claw to his side, placing pressure on his scratch while it scabbed up, but the boy was plenty sturdy enough that he didn't care or blame Aura for getting him hurt. After all, when he'd forced the fight to end, she'd backed off, saving him from having to smell anymore of the cops innocent blood. "Even Roach doesn't just fight out in the open, those were the police you know. They're kind of the good guys...ish." Sylar didn't really like or care for normal people, but the police kept the order, he could at least respect that they were supposed to do what was right by human ideals.
So while I have been away and busy with the end of the semester lately, I didn't let my muse completely go to waste! I've been brewing a real story line for Sylar recently, and I was curious if any of his friends/enemies might be interested in some threads with me as I write out this story.
Sylar abandoned his parents in fear after he mutated, his mothers words especially scaring him into turning into a monstrous vagrant, but a certain female mutant was just nice enough to erase his memory of that event, leaving Sylar a bit confused about himself and his personality, and I figured it might be a good time to re-introduce Sylar to his family...and promptly have shenanigans ruin the moment and lead to all sorts of grief and drama!
Anyone interested in something like that? If not, otherwise I re-open my usual offer to thread with Sylar and have your character get spooked by the local boogeyman!
Hunger was a normal feeling for most creatures, a means for the body to tell you to find nutrients, but Sylar's hunger was different. No matter what he ate, it never seemed to fill his belly...save for one thing, but he couldn't eat that, to eat the taboo was to give into the monster and let it all go. Sylar was a lithe creature, almost femininely so, but the average New Yorker was certainly a bit pudgy. "Too much fast food I think." He mumbled between licking the claws on his fingers, and then wiping them against his hoodie, his cleaning rather meticulous considering how dirty and disheveled his appearance might other wise be.
He stopped for a moment as she admired his mutation, something which Sylar rarely did himself. He lifted the clean claw and showed it off. "I'm not sure how good it is to have knives for fingers. A lot of mistakes when they first grew in." He remembered cutting himself quite frequently as well as the environment around him, the sewer now full of claw marks from Sylar's life here. "And the strength is fine and all, except all it's really good at is breaking stuff. At least you can hide among them." Sylar didn't really want to rejoin society considering how it'd treated him since he was young, but the option would at least be nice.
Sylar missed reading more often lately, perhaps it was the boredom from his job being on hold as of late. "I liked mysteries myself, whatever took up my thoughts." So she had a normal life, then died and came back? That's certainly a weird experience "Mine happened a few years back, slow at first, but it grows all the time."
Sylar didn't really know if he could consider most of the people he knew friends, but he at least had a few. "A couple of mutants are friends, but I'm dangerous so I tend to avoid people. They're good people though, and Roach is like me, only even more mutated. He's teaching me how to control it, in return for my work. I...dislike humans." Was all he mustered in response to her talking about a non-mutant. His tail swished a bit back and forth, showing his irritation at the thought of normals.
Aura's flashy and oppressive fighting style was actually complementary to Sylar's own, as Aura drew plenty of attention to herself as police officers tried to bring the woman down with their guns. Sylar managed to vanish from sight repeatedly, drawing back from the fight into the blind spots of various officers, and reappearing somewhere else to assault another officer. Sylar spoke in between bouts of take downs, the boy popping out at impossible angles to grab officers by the face or body and hurl them against one another or their vehicles.
"Then I'll make one for us." The boy thought about how to accomplish that though, as his forte was usually avoiding attention or ducking out of vision once the eyes were on him. She warned of a mutant control unit, which was something Sylar hadn't dealt with yet, or at least no powered officers, as generally he was seen as a nuisance or rumor, his record was currently clean of kills and he'd like to keep it that way for now.
Aura took a blast to the head, staggering the girl as Sylar realized perhaps she wasn't indestructible. The boy hissed and his tail lashed forward, causing the officer to stumble, and then Sylar pounced forward and grasped the weapon, crushing it with his grip. "That's enough of that." He said before he tossed the man over his cruiser with a gun ruined like a child's toy. That was a weapon Sylar had no interest in testing, and if one officer had pulled it, it meant this fire fight wasn't as harmless as he'd like.
Then the idea struck, a spark rushing into his brain as the smell of blood and violence began to stir the strength within his gut. "Here it comes!" The boy hissed out, as he bent down and gripped the cruiser in front of him. Sylar was strong, absurdly so, but even he couldn't pick a car up and hurl it, but he could certainly move one. He groaned and growled, trying to stir the beast into doing as he wanted for once, his sinewy muscles suddenly rippling out neath his hoodie as the boy suddenly started pushing the car from it's spot. Some of the officers noticed something was up and began to fire upon the vehicle, the bullets becoming lodged at various points within the frame, but one passing through the windows and grazing the boy's abdomen.
Sylar howled, and felt the faintest trickle of blood seep down his remaining human flesh. That bit of pain was enough to stir his adrenaline, and the car suddenly lifted up on one side, before flipping over and rolling towards a group of officers, sending them sprawling to dodge a crushing demise.
If seeing a movie monster flip a car over wasn't an opening, the boy didn't know what one was. "Now!" He hissed to Aura, before be backed off behind the cover of the flipped vehicle, and prepared to run into the dark alleyways of the district.
Sylar could guess which parts of him weren't bullet proof, the ones that still looked or felt human, the parts of him he was loathe to loss, even though it meant becoming that much stronger. But as that strength grew, his humanity waned, a trade nobody else seemed to understand. He couldn't quite argue with Aura's words either, Sylar had never finished school but he remembered some of the history of the world, and how humanity often attacked what it didn't understand or couldn't rule over. And a bunch of people with super powers would never bow down or play nicely.
"Er, wasn't trying to insult you or anything lady, It's just most everyone looks the same to me, kind of comes with the mutation." He could explain that he was blind later, but could see the heart effusing through her skin, or that he could hear her heartbeat pounding beneath her chest, and all of these other things that created the "images" Sylar saw.
As they began to make for the door, it seemed the word Roach created a bridge between the two mutants, as Aura clearly knew Roach, or at least knew of him. Sylar shrugged "He's been busy, that's all I can say." Roach has been leaving Sylar mostly to his own devices as of late, which seemed to be getting Sylar into just as much trouble as when Roach was in charge, the sewer boy just couldn't win.
It seemed the police were on their game tonight, as they'd shown up quicker than Sylar would have expected, as the two stepped out into a warzone, with at least a dozen people aiming real guns at them. The boy cursed softly under his breath while Aura decided to play the hero and told him to run. He wanted to, he wanted to drop to all fours and dash out of here so fast they wouldn't have even known what he was, but he cursed again, hating himself for being weak towards other mutants.
The girl had rushed off head long into the fray, her power making her quite sturdy as none of the bullets seemed to pierce or injure her. The gun shots were thunderous for Sylar, his ears ringing a bit with each one, but he couldn't just stand here and do nothing, especially if this girl was just going to murder a dozen officers. The last thing Sylar needed was the swat team out on a hunt for mutants.
He took a breath, and felt the cage unlock within his gut. Unleash the beast, but just barely, had to direct it. The boy felt the air fill his lungs before coming back out, the puff of warmth visible to his eyes as he launched forward. Leaping from behind the woman's back was the Boogeyman of New York, his body seeming to meld with the night sky as he spun mid air, smashing into the ground behind a few of the officers who'd been firing at Aura. His tail shot out like a viper, coiling around one man's leg and the boy spun, dragging the man like a flail as he smashing him into his colleagues.
"Run you fools!" He ordered the men as he showed off his prowess, the boy was the strength of a bear, the ferocity of a tiger, and the brilliance of man wrapped up into one nightmarish creature. The boy hissed, a loud noise that would send a chill down anyone's spine as his tail released the man he'd grabbed, who wound up flung into his cruiser with a loud thud.
He turned his head over his shoulder for a moment to Aura. "If they're all unconscious we can leave right?" Sylar wasn't a fan of killing cops, not just because some of them were good people, but because when you killed cops, the danger of living in New York got a lot more real, and he didn't need the attention on himself, or the people he interacted with.
With that, Sylar let the beast take over as his instincts began to runt he show.
"Yeah well I've no interest in testing it to find out there's a piece of me that ISN'T bulletproof." To be fair, Sylar's armor was quite adept at protecting him from harm, bullets, bats, knives, none of it seemed to be able to pierce the armor, but plenty of him wasn't covered, and he didn't want to test how much luck he just happened to have left over. Man this girl was really over the top in her sense of mutant superiority, Sylar had heard of hims as scum, jerks, and even cattle. But this was pretty intense.
"There's at least one good one. So long as she's around, I can't ignore what's similar between us. Besides...to me, you look pretty much the same." Sylar was sure such a statement would be quite offensive to the girl, but his eyes were different than hers, he couldn't see the colors or beauty of her armor or weapons, her power made her different, but like any human Aura had the same shape of two arms, two legs, a body with a head, and all of it looked a little like food to Sylar somewhere deep in his gut. "But I've no interest in harping on you for killing thugs, especially since...er well let's say my hands aren't clean either.[/color]" In fact the smell of death on this place was starting to make him hungry, like a predator stumbling onto a dead meal free of charge, but he couldn't cave into that feeling.
"Roach has his fingers...feelers? Er never mind, but he's big on the mutant community stuff, anyways, we should leave." Sylar said, finally moving from his safe spot near the wall and letting himself creep closer to Aura's position, as he'd either have to climb out of here to avoid her, or just go out the door which was beyond her. Sylar knew that place, the Sanctuary. It was a mutant home, and it was a little less concerned with what you did with your powers than the Mansion, not as warm or homey as the Mansion sure, but for mutants like Sylar acceptance was already a rarity, so he'd never look down on place that would take in a living monster for the night.
"Been awhile since I saw Sanctuary, but it's close enough to where I live that it works. Lead on...Aura? Yeah, ladies first." Sylar said flatly, as his form left the shadows more of his odd visage became visible, a mixture of a lithe almost girlish boy, mingled with living growths of hardened flesh, and all of it shiny and sharp, especially the lengthy tail that followed behind the boy, ending in that gut wrenching blade that seemed like it was always on the move.
