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.
She seemed to gloss over his first question. He guessed it was not something she really knew yet, or something she didn't share with others. He guessed it wasn't really that important, he was just curious. The vibe he got off her was that she was very at peace with herself, so he suppose she just like being supportive of others.
The answer she gave about when she had her powers satisfied him to an extent, she was not in the same situation as him, so took that as a sign that he would receive the help he wanted. He could hold on for a while, it would probably take some time to figure out. In the mean time he just had to take it as it came until then.
He didn't really understand the look she was giving him, he wasn't the best at reading people, so he guessed she was examining him. He felt a little self conscious, but tried not to show it. She had been nice so far so he was probably wrong. "You are welcome here anytime." the sigh in her voice made him feel like she had reached the end of her interest in the conversation. "Thaaaankss," he said, glad that at least he had someplace quiet he could hang out when things got to much for him.
He turned to look at the flowers she was working on, roses, it figured, probably one of her favorite plants with the smell she gave off. He squatted and pawed at the ground a little, running his claws through the dirt. He tried to make a small sketch in the dirt, however, his paws wouldn't respond properly. It had been the case since his change. Anytime he tried to make any sort of delicate movement, his fingers and hands didn't respond accordingly. It was like trying to move your arm, something that should be simple and automatic, and instead you leg kicked. As a result anything he tried ended up as nothing more then chicken scratches, a series of scratches forming nothing distinct or recognizable. Frustrated he wiped the scratches away.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
They was she described her powers was a little strait forward, basically anything to do with plants she could do, including apparently 'becoming' plants. He thought about her scent and guessed she must be more plant based then animal based, which would explain why her scent was of roses. Then of course she said that she was still learning, which he supposed would probably be a life long thing, just as everyone else was always learning new things about whatever it was they were trying to do. "Hrrr you maaaake aany kind ooooof hrrr plant?" he asked, wondering if she was able to make any kind of plant she wanted. He scent of roses made him recall that, while roses had several varieties of color, blue was not one of them. He wondered if she could make a rose variety which did not exist in nature.
"I was lab experiment when t'ey find out I had power." The statement caught him by surprise, was she like him? At first he felt a bit of camaraderie, but it was followed quickly by a bit of dread and fear. If she were like his, and was still like this, did that mean they couldn't cure her? What did that mean for him then? He thought over her statement, she was a lab experiment, THEN they found out she had powers, maybe he had jumped the gun a bit. Maybe her powers were not a result of the experiments done on her, just something that was there all along, unlike him. His father had turned him into what he was, he wasn't like this before. "Hrrrr you aaalways haaaave powerrrrrrrs?" he asked, hoping to reaffirm his thoughts, hoping this was the case. He didn't want to think that the institute couldn't cure him.
"You stuck as wolf man?" It was a blunt question, but her tone wasn't judgmental, so he simply nodded. It wasn't something he wanted to talk about really, he was trying not to focus on his condition and get along as usual. He told himself it was temporary, it was really the only way he could get by at the moment was to believe there was an end in sight to this, that he would be able to go home and pretend this never happened, forget about his father and forget the experience altogether.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
"Sarrrrrr-veeeee-aaaaarrrrhhh," he tried, the exotic sounding name fighting against his canine lips. It surprised him that she was a biology teacher, he wouldn't have guessed it given her apparent love of plants. He watched as she touched a flower to have it bloom in an instant, leaving Tyson wondering if he'd stepped into a Disney movie. Either that or her skill with plants had more to do with her mutant abilities. As she commented on the smell of the greenhouse, he nodded in agreement. He much preferred this to the crowded halls. Even stranger was the apparent relief he felt to be able to talk to someone who didn't smell so strongly.
He watched as Xavia continued her work, unabashed by his presence, and felt a bit more comfortable. He had to admit she was a strange one, but he was beginning to appreciate that it was a nice kind of strange that people seemed not to care what he looked like. "Hrrr you cooontrrrrowl plants? Hr" he asked, wishing to confirm his thoughts before birds started alighting on her shoulders and burst in to spontaneous song. He was content to stay here a while, or at least until Xavia kicked him out. It definitely beat risking the halls again.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Tyson tensed up when the woman turned around, steeling himself against any reaction she may make, screams, yells, panic. Strangely enough she acted as if this was completely normal. This threw him for a bit of a loop to where he could only stand in shock for the first few moments. Still she just went about her business as if there was absolutely nothing unusual about the situation. The smell of roses seemed to be coming off her in waves, and Tyson came to realize he wasn't smelling the flowers, he was smelling her. It was strange, but what wasn't strange in his life now a days, he was a literal wolfman, he was in a house of mutants, and he had recently had a conversation with a giant prawn. This should probably be on the low end of weirdness at this point.
"You come to escape or you come to learn? You come tomorrow if to learn, class is at 8 sharp." He then guessed she must be a teacher. Given the circumstances he would guess botany. "Hrr esscape," he said, trying to form his mouth around the words, his words carrying growling tones. "Halls arrrrrr too loud, therrrrrr arrrrr to many sceents." he grumbled, doing his best to answer the question with as few words as possible. "Whoooo, arrrrr you?" he asked. He had other questions of course, like her scent, but guessed that this was something to do with her abilities, but introductions were probably the best way to go at this point. "You grrrroowww all the floooowerrrs herrrrrrr?" he asked, wondering if that is what she did with all her time. He had to admit, she wasn't exactly what he imagined when he thought of a botany teacher, with a face like that she could probably be a supermodel for all he knew.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Tyson didn't know why plants had less of an effect on him then people, not that he was complaining. Even though there was a variety of plant smells, it was not as overwhelming as the halls of the institute, he supposed maybe his instincts were geared towards interaction with animals more then vegetables. It was a small blessing that he could find some relief from the smells and noise. At least, that was what he had thought.
Tyson heard a voice in the greenhouse. Strangely, this conflicted with the information going to his nose, which could only smell other plants, mostly roses. But nevertheless, he could hear someone talking. He padded further into the greenhouse, glancing about for the source. It was then he saw a woman who seemed to be tender to the plants, but even after identifying that there was someone there, his nose still could not pick up a another animal scent. He came closer, wondering what was going on, then stopped as he recalled his own appearance. He didn't want to scare her by sneaking up on her. He looked like a monster, and turning about to be face to snout with a, for lack of a better term, werewolf was bound to send her into a panic until they were properly introduced. He backed off a little and pondered how to go about it. He wasn't that great at speaking at th moment, still working on getting his mouth to work the way he wanted, so he wasn't sure he could get her attention without sounding like he were growling at her.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Jacquelyn, wasn't that a girls name? Tyson didn't know enough about shrimp to be able to tell gender. However, apparently his nose did. The scent she gave off set off a strange indicator in his mind that suggested female, he wasn't sure what made him so sure, maybe it was a hormone thing. However, 'Jack' was fine by him, he probably wouldn't even be able to pronounce Jacquelyn if his life depended on it. At least she verified her position, he felt a bit better since at most, the only people who would find out about this would be possibly the headmaster.
"You're a student, yes? What's 'r nay-n?" She asked, and Tyson thought about it. He wasn't a student per say, he wasn't attending classes. His presence here was more about dealing with his condition then it was higher education. Of course they had offered, but right now sitting in a class with a crowd of people would wrecked havoc on his senses. "T-Tyson," he said, answering the second question first, "Nuh-not ssst-tudent, heerrrr forrrrr currrrrrr." It was the base nitty gritty of why he was here, to cure himself. His entire story was far to much to explain, especially with him garbling half of it with growls and barks. He watched as Jack pulled a phone from her pocket, and he wondered if she was about to call the headmaster.
“How long has you ‘een a nyu-tant? Long tine?”
"Nuh-Not muhtant, eh-expherrrrriment." he garbled, he didn't want to go into detail about it. He didn't know what his father had done to him, so he was under the impression that he was a test subject. No one had explained to him the details, so he had no knowledge otherwise. "Nuh-not sure hooowwl long." Between a number of painful experiments that caused him to black out, the control collar, and everything else, he wasn't sure how long he had been like this. Too long in his opinion.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Being at the Institute was certainly an experience. Wolf technically wasn't a student, though he had been invited to attend classes when he was ready. Mostly he was here to deal with his problem, but he was still learning a lot. For instance, that schools are very loud places to be. If he had been his old self, he would have probably not noticed at all, but now, well, now he dreaded hearing the bell ring in the hall. When students changed between classes, the hallways became filled with voices talking with each other, not to mention a thousand different scents he was not used to. It was difficult enough dealing with his new senses all the time, but it was almost unbearable when he got caught in a hall when classes were letting out.
This was such a time. The bell had rung and he had... well, he had panicked and jumped out the open window. Luckly he was on the first floor at the time, but it was still an embarrassing act for him. He couldn't deal with all that stimulus at once, so needed a place to lie low until the halls cleared, preferably someplace when neither the noise, or the smell could reach him. Then he saw the perfect place: the greenhouse. Unless there were a class going on there too, which he doubted since he couldn't hear any chatting going on, it was a perfect spot, and the plants scents helped block out the smell of student body BO. He quickly ran to the door and went inside, sighing a little in relief as the smells dissipated. he could hang out here for a while until things died down, then he could go back when the halls were abandoned once more.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Tyson tried to pull himself together, trying to make sense of what he was doing. He told himself this was just another one of the things that his father’s experiments had done to him. His actions had to be the result of that, he wasn’t an animal, this wasn’t his choice. He told himself it would be over when they figured out a cure, in the mean time all he had to do… was avoid raw meat. That was it, it was just a reaction. He could deal with it for a little while. The sick feeling started to leave him as he repeated this in his mind over and over.
The insect thing came towards him, and Tyson wasn’t sure how he was supposed to react. It hadn’t attacked him before when he had… been out of it. Well, it had hissed, but it hadn’t made a move to actually hurt him. He tried to focus on rationalizing the situation. He was in a house for mutants, so that would mean this would have to be someone else who lived here. So it was just someone like him, but more… insecty. “Can I sit wit’ you?” it said, surprising Tyson for a moment in that it could speak. But then he recalled it had said something like, ‘evening’ before. It didn't seem to mean him harm, so he slowly nodded as it took a seat near him.
As he looked at it, he thought that insect was probably the wrong way to describe it. Now that he looked at it, it looked covered in more of a shell then an exoskeleton, and now that the blood smell had dissipated, the smell reminded him more of shrimp, so maybe crustacean was the more accurate term. And now that he was paying attention, was that a surgery mask it was wearing? “Sorry sore startling you,” it said, and he once again heard that clicking sounds, and saw movement under the mask that didn't exactly correspond with lip movement, which gave him the feeling that the mask was to put others at ease. “Do you… need to go duh in-sir-mary?” it asked. Tyson shook his head, wondering exactly what he was supposed to say. It was difficult for him to talk, the new shape of his mouth was something he was still getting used to. "F-Fiiiiinnne" he growled out, "Not surrrrrr what he-happened." He felt a bit better now, a bit more at ease if this thing... this person were worried about his health. "h-who arrrrr you?" he said, wondering who it was who had stumbled upon him, wither it was a student, teacher, or some other staff member. Honestly he hoped it was someone who wasn't going to spread the news of his apparent carnivorous cravings about the institute. He had enough to worry about without people thinking he may eat them. The thought brought back bad memories, he quickly tried to focus on the present, not wanting to dwell on the people he had actually attacked while under the collars influence.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Tyson's nose was full of the scent of the meat, and the juices ran down his muzzle staining his hands and face red. He was almost finished when he registered a clicking behind him. Territorial instincts took hold as someone said "E'ening" and he automatically turned, snarling and growling in defense of his meal, his hackles rising and lips curled back. What met his eyes though, made him stop. Standing in the doorway was... well, it looked like some kind of insect, that is if an insect were the size of a man. It wasn't something he was expecting, making him halt mid growl. In that moment of hesitation, primal instinct faltered and his cognitive functions started processing what was actually going on around him. First, there was some sort of insect thing eyeing him. He didn't know much about insects to tell if it was eyeing him for a meal, but just the fact that it existed was intimidating in itself. Second, he was covered in blood and holding the remains of a bloody raw steak in his hand, and the irony taste of it on his tongue. Realization washed over him and he wasn't sure exactly which he should be reacting to first. Finally revulsion won over. He dropped what was left of the steak, covering his mouth as he felt bile rising up in his throat. It wasn't so much a physical reaction as a mental one. Disgust at what he was doing, apparently without even thinking about it, and the common knowledge that people were not supposed to eat raw, uncooked beef awoke the reaction of sickness and nausea, and Tyson turned and ran to the sink, heaving violently.
As he threw up, he could still smell the blood on him and was revolted by the fact that a part of him was still thinking it smelled delicious. "Crrrrrrap, crrrrrrap, crrraapp" he said aloud, sounding like a combination of barking and growling, not focusing on forming the words properly. He grabbed at the water faucet, turning it on full blast and shoving his face in it, rubbing furiously to remove the blood from him, desperate to get rid of the smell on him. dripping wet he turned and sank to the ground, still clutching at his mouth in disgust as he tried processing what exactly had happened. Despite there still being a giant insect watching him, he was to much in shock of his own behavior to really consider the implications of it. What the hell was he doing eating raw meat, and what's more, not even thinking twice about it? What was happening to him?
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
It was a rough start at the institute. Tyson couldn't say he was in the best mood. He had thought he was supposed to get treatment here. He still believed that was the case, but he was told that he 'couldn't be cured'. That couldn't be the case of course, he wouldn't be here if that were the case. They probably just needed time, he had just gotten here after all, so it too soon to say right? Anyway, the entire incident had him feeling off sorts, and settling down into his room was hard with the scent of the other people all around him. He tossed and turned in the bed but couldn't really get comfortable. That and he managed to tear his bedsheets with his claws, which did nothing to improve his temperament. Finally he had enough and got up, deciding he needed some fresh air. He didn't bother putting on a shirt. It wasn't like he actually needed on considering the layer of fur covering him, and he wasn't planning on leaving the building. Everyone else sounded asleep anyway, he could hear snoring from other rooms as he padded down the hallway. He didn't bother with lights either, he could see perfectly well in the dark, and didn't want to risk accidentally waking someone.
He wandered the halls for a little bit, going down the stairs and looking around, with no real clear aim in mind. Just moving helped him relax a little. Until he caught a whiff of something good, a delicious scent coming from a doorway. He already had an idea where it lead, and felt himself automatically drawn to it. Quickly he ducked into the kitchen, sniffing the air and feeling an instinctual anticipation. He followed his nose to the fridge, and opened it. The scents were varied, strong pungent cheeses, fresh earthy scents of vegetables, acidic citrus scents of oranges and lemons. However, it was something else that caught ahold of his new and more primal instincts, and he scrabbled at the bottom fridge drawer where the smell radiated from, pulling it open and almost right out of the fridge itself. And there it was. Red, juicy, succulent... Tyson didn't register anything wrong until he was already halfway through the the steak, ripping out chunks of meat with fervor. Not that he could have really done anything about it anyway, his primal instincts were too strong for him at the moment, and a raw bloody steak was something his wolf brain couldn't pass up.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
The truck rumbled past the gate past the open gate, the tinted windows and black paint job making it look like patch of black against the brighter colors of the institutes lawn. Inside, Tyson could hear the change in terrain as they moved from the bumpy road to the smooth and maintained tar driveway. Thankfully his head was starting to clear a little now that they had left the road and gotten away from the city. The clamorous noises that had assaulted his ears had died down, and when the truck came to a halt it left an almost palpable sense of quiet in the absence of the constant pounding of the engine. With it came a sense of relief, at least to his hearing, his nose was still assaulted by the mass of smells of the truck, and now that it had stopped, new smells started seeping through the cracks and crevices. However, what he smelled was as much a relief as the sudden quiet. He could smell much more earthy aromas that helped ease the nausea that he was feeling from the more 'organic' smells of body odor that permeated the trucks interior. There was overturned earth, the fresh scent of cut grass, faint floral scents, and... something smokey? No that was not the right word, char was more like it, a faint burnt smell, older then the current smells, though he could not tell what caused it.
"This is it," said the man across from him, moving to the back of the truck and pulling on the handle. The truck flooded with light and Tyson had to close his eyes as it stung after being in the darker interior of the truck for so long. The interior of the truck was washed with the influx of fresh air and the earthy scents became that much stronger. Now he could pick up a great number of other scents, those of a number of people who had been in the area, though the age of the scents varied, while among them several 'oddities' lingered that he couldn't identify. He opened his eyes and saw the building for the first time. He stuck his head out of the truck and looked at it. It looked like a old university or something, it had a welcoming appearance and helped reassure Tyson that it was the right decision to come here.
Grabbing his bag from under the seat, he stepped down from the truck, landing on his padded feet as the sun washed over his fur and oversize shirt and shorts, the only thing that really fit him that he could manage to pull on. He didn't have much in his bag, just what few articles of clothing that had been recovered from his fathers place. His mother would be sending some of his possessions from home. He hadn't really talked to her yet, someone had transcribed an email to her to send his stuff to the institute. She thought he had gotten a scholarship, and he hadn't told her the truth. He couldn't, not yet. After he was turned back, maybe, but he couldn't face her right now, not like this. He didn't want her to be scared of him, the less she knew about what happened the better.
He saw someone by the front door, talking to the man from the truck, probably the headmaster. It looked like he was filling him in on the details of the trip, his sensitive hearing picked up scant bits of explanations about his 'mental state' and the like. He tried to ignore it, not wanting to dwell on his 'condition'. He would be fine, he knew it, these were the experts after all, they would be able to figure out how to change him back.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Wolf has arrived at the institute, full of the hope that they can fix his issue. Of course he'll need someone to show him around, make him feel at home, and of course, break the bad news to him...
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Character's full name: Tyson Longwell Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Wolf Gender: Male Age: 19 Date of Birth: 06/18/1997 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Pennsylvania Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian
Appearance
Hair color and style: Short and shades of brown. Skin Tone: tan going on light brown Eye Color: Golden Height: 7 ft Build: Visibly muscled. Visible mutation: Resembles a humanoid wolf, covered in brown fur, with a number of lupine features. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Other features:
Everyday clothing style: Due to the issues with things like buttons and zippers, he currently prefers lightweight sports shirts and pants or shorts that he can pull. He goes without shoes due to the shape of his feet. Uniform: (if applicable) Sleepwear: Shorts Miscellaneous clothing: (if applicable)
Character
Personality: Tyson was an outgoing person before his transformation, enjoying video games, sports and generally having fun. His transformation has been a major blow psychologically which Tyson has yet to come to terms with. Currently he believes that this condition is temporary, that someone is going to change him back and he can go back to his normal life despite what has been told him. He feels disconnected from the world, which is both meaningless and overwhelming at the moment, both due to his mental state and his new instincts and senses. As a result he tries to avoid crowds and people, trying to find quiet places where there is little to overstimulate his senses. He wants to be normal again, and views himself as something that shouldn't be, and is horrified at what he was forced to do while under his fathers control. More distressing to him is his tendency to fall into more canine habits without meaning to, like having to explain why you suddenly had to jump out the window to chase the cat you saw… Hobbies/ Interests: (formerly) video games, bike riding, baseball, paint balling. Had an interest in ethics and philosophy. Job or part time job and description: (If applicable. Jobs can be established later through in character RPing.) Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Currently he fears what he is, his future is uncertain and he hasn’t adjusted to the new status quo of his life. Understandable, he now has great distrust of scientists, and a fear of needles. Special talents: A somewhat talented cook.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Tyson would consider himself good, he believes in trying to do right thing whenever possible, however, currently he is distressed about his condition, which has shaken both his world view and confidence in himself. As a result it is hard for him to determine where he stands, as he doesn’t even know what he is, let alone what he should do. This makes him somewhat unstable and unpredictable, easily influenced with the right motivations and words.
Mutations
Mutation description: Tyson appears to be a wolf/human hybrid. These modifications give him enhanced strength, speed and agility and stamina, enhanced regeneration, enhanced senses, fur and claws. He is able to lift 1 ton, and is able to run at 85 mph at a full gait. His body produces minimal amounts of fatigue toxins, allowing him to exert himself over several hours without tiring. His body regenerates at an accelerated rate, allowing him to heal minor injuries in minutes, and major injuries within hours, and survive potentially fatal injuries if not outright killed in the process. His senses are sensitive enough to track by, and pick up things outside of the human spectrum, he can see in the dark, hear ultrahigh frequencies, and detect minute differences in smells. His claws can easily rend flesh, and with his strength can tear into stone and metal. Strengths: Tyson has a good balance of strength, speed and agility, backed up with stamina and durability with his healing. His senses make him vary aware of things about him, wither he likes it or not, and support fast reactions. Weaknesses and Limitations: Tyson is very much at the mercy of his instincts, which make him react to stimulus in a way he would not normally, feeling overly territorial, having wild urges that make it hard for him in normal settings. His senses are often a distraction to his since they are so sharp, leaving him overstimulated much of the time, and easily debilitated by attacks designed to overload his hearing or sense of smell. He also suffers from a few side effects of the experiments done on him, aside from the canine instincts he inherited. The rewiring of his neural network and changes in his body structure has caused some impairment in his fine motor coordination, disabling his ability to properly coordinate fine manipulation of his hands and fingers, a skill he will have to relearn. The shape of his mouth also imposes difficulty speaking, causing some trouble forming certain words and sounds.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Tysons physical abilities have been augmented(see powers), making him very capable physically. His instincts tend to kick in when under duress, making him react very quickly. Fighting Style: While Tyson has no actual formal training, however, under his fathers control he has been ordered to attack and as such developed a rudimentary fighting style, which amounts to little more then pouncing on an opponent and mauling them. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Tyson himself is reluctant to fight, and will avoid doing so, if nothing else then because he is ashamed of what he is and what he has done. His fighting style itself would be ineffective giving his current temperament, and if push enough to attempt it, does not have much experience to back him fighting under his own will. However against an unskilled opponent he could potentially cause a lot of damage.
History Of Your Character Tyson is the biological son of Dr Karl Malus, a scientist who specialized in bio-genetics, and who had an extensive history of working with the wrong side of the law giving superhuman powers to several criminals via construction of temporary power granting drugs and activation of latent x-genes. Tyson was not aware of this, his mother having had a relationship with Karl before his involvement in illegal experimentation, and having become pregnant with Tyson shortly before breaking it off with him. Tyson grew up without a father in his life, otherwise he lived a pretty normal life well into his teenage years.
Eventually he began asking questions about his father, and his mother knew little of him, leaving Tyson unsatisfied and craving answers and questioning who he was. After graduating high school, he got a job and saved up his money while searching for information to his fathers location. He was able to use the few details his mother could tell him to create a list of potential ‘Karl Malus’ names, and began running down the list visiting the candidates around the country
After nearly a year, Tyson eventually found his father. Tyson was excited about this, and began trying to bond with him, thinking he would learn more about himself. Karl on the other hand, merely saw an opportunity. Playing on his son's enthusiasm, he lured him in to become his new test subject. Tyson was subjected to a series of genetic experiments, his father discovering that Tyson possessed a latent x-gene, activating it as part of his experiments. Tyson had no choice in the matter, kept under Malus' control by a control collar. Tyson had no information about the details of the experiments or what his father had done. From his perspective, he was transformed into a monster, stripped of his reasoning, and held prisoner in his own body, forced to watch as he served as his fathers personal guard dog in a very literal sense.
Eventually Malus was found out and arrested, and Tyson was freed from his control collar, however, the trauma and experimentation done on him could not be simply undone. Tyson had a long road of rehabilitation ahead of him simply to regain some semblance of a normal life, and with no one to help him with his condition, he was turned over to the Xavier institute for help coping and controlling his new abilities.
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The noise was deafening. Sure, to the average person it was just the sound of a truck, the wind, and other drivers on the road, but to Tyson, it may as well have been a shuttle launching into outer space right next to his head. His hands were firmly clamped over his ears as he tried to block it all out; the roar of the engine as the fuel ignited into explosions, the air breaking against the outside of the truck, the suspensions squealing as they stretch and compressed, the rumbling of the tires as they tore into the road, not to mention the other cars the rushed past with their own cacophony of noise.
“You okay, kid?” said the man across sitting across from him. The concern in his voice seemed genuine. Or maybe it was just fear, Tyson couldn’t tell at this point, but he had a feeling that sitting in the same enclosed space as something that looked like it was ready to eat you would make anyone sound concerned. “Too many Noissssess” said Tyson, slurring the last word as he tried to form his mouth around them. Even then it sounded like it was mixed with a growl. “We should be there soon” said the man, “Just hold on till then.” That was easy for him to say, he didn’t have the entire roadway blaring in his ears. Then there was the smells, the inside of the truck was lined with them, the man smelt of gunpowder, sweat, and some cheap cologne so thick it went strait from his nose to his tongue, almost enough to make him gag. The truck had the smell of dozens of people who had sat in it before, each with a different ‘flavor’ of smell that did little but give him a headache. Exhaust and gasoline mixed in with the scent of blood, sweat and whatever else that sickly sour smell was to make him seriously consider jumping out the back.
Instead, he tried to put his mind on other things. They were taking him to some place called the Xavier Institute, where they said they could help him. Tyson took that to mean they would be able to change him back. Despite what he had been told, he believed it, convincing himself that he would soon be going back to work, going home and visiting his Mom, going to college… he told himself he would never leave his hometown again, he just wanted to go home and forget everything that had happened to him. “T-hey will-l healp” he said aloud, not knowing wither he was telling the man with conviction or just trying to reassure himself. The man looked away, perhaps it was a look of pity on his face, but Tyson put it out of his mind, firmly believing that in a few days he would be free of the claws and the fur and back to a normal life. It just had too.
