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?
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Rico did not like anything about this. It was like someone had put the fear of god into her. His boss to be specific. In truth Rico did not know that much about Roach. Just enough to know he had money, friends, and more importantly power. Now he wondered what kind of hole he had dug himself into. It was just best to walk away from this one and forget it.
"W-wait!"
He heard her call out and stopped. If Rico expected a sudden change of heart it was not quite what was expected. Instead of taking a step forward as most would do she took one back. Not surprising really considering Rico had suddenly become a unknown variable in someone's plan. Both hers and Roach's.
"..if there is any compassion you can draw on, any at all, I ask that you do not tell that monster that I am here. I will make no mention of you being here. Not a peep. But he can't find out that i'm here, or he will kill me."
The last two words in that statement was all Rico really needed. She was scared out of his mind so he did his best to keep things short. "I understand." What more really could be said to a woman begging you for fear of there life?
"You need to get away from Roach... However you can, whatever you have to do, get away from him as quickly as you can. I cannot stress that enough. He will ruin you, some way, some how, even by simply being associated with him. Remember when you asked me why I wasn't afraid of you? It's because nothing will ever compare to how terrifying Roach is."
Rico could only really let out a sigh. "If you say so." He said lowly. The boss man did not seem that bad when Rico had met him. In fact Roach seemed to genuinely care. But then again what did he really know about him? He was classy. Eccentric obviously with that top hat. But other then that Roach was a mystery. If only he knew how alike they were in some respects.
"Please... save yourself from him, before he ruins you too."
It was Rico's turn to have a flood of emotions in his chest. Shame, Regrets, and even unease for a uncertain future. All this information was a lot to take in. "I am what the world shapes me to be. For good, or for ill. I doubt any hero will come and save me. Unless you know any I have no choice but to try and save myself."
He wanted to say more but lacked the words. Nice meeting you and hope to see you again was probably not appropriate and Rico doubted she wanted to see him again. It would only make things worse. Rico stood upright on his hind legs and flapped his wings experimentally causing gusts of air to come from him. Lifting off the ground his feet kicked at the air in attempt to get some more lift.
While flying came naturally when he was feral now that he was in control Rico was not exactly graceful. But like most things experience came from practice. He flew away into the night to disappear as most monsters did. But the problem with monsters was they always appeared again.
Rico was a bit of a wild card. Was he really someone you wanted to be left hanging around with Roach? As the old saying went. You are as the company you keep. In time perhaps Rico could be corrupted by his company. Perhaps in time he might learn to enjoy the things he does. He departed a friend one could say. But next they met he might be a enemy.
"It's one of those cities that's got it's own personality, and everyone there just goes along with it."
Most cities did as far as he came to understand. Even New York had a heart and soul of its own. "So that explains the hair." he said with an attempted smile. At least as best as he could manage. "I can understand that. All I have been doing since I got to New York is going along with it."
"What's wrong?" He asked after sensing something off. The smells were to complex and coming off her to fast for him to process all at once but one overwhelmed them all. Fear. "You see something?" With that he rolled over and dart his eyes and head around looking for what she was looking at that had caused so much distress. At the moment it went right over Rico's head that the person distressing her was him.
"....You... Y-you work for a cockroach?"
Upon hearing her Rico turned his neck and head around to look. "Yes." Was all Rico said and resumed scanning the garden for danger.
"Explain... Explain what you meant by 'Giant Cockroach'...."
Hearing the artist bump into her easel it finally dawned on him as to what was distressing her. "Now just take it easy." Rico said as best he could and slowly turned around, his tail sloshing in the water in the process. "I aint gonna hurt you. I would have done that long ago if I wanted to." The problem with fear was reason did not go well with it.
"Do you work for Roach? Did he send you here!?"
Rico did not know how to exactly answer that. Part of him wanted to lie and give her peace of mind. But the thought of lying to her made a bad taste come to his mouth. That or it was the fish he ate earlier. "Yes I work for him. And no I was not sent here. I managed to escape the watchdog he has keeping a eye on me. I came on this place by mistake. I don't know what your grief is with my boss and I don't want to know. I just work for the guy to pay back some debts for him pulling my tail out the fire."
But that was a half lie. Already he was wondering what Roach wanted with her. With him taking so long to infiltrate the group he was tasked to do Rico was a bit worried Roach was losing patience and would do something drastic. Maybe bringing this girl to him would buy more time or even settle debts? Still she was nice and the world was short of such special souls to make it a bit brighter.
Rico backed away at this point. "Listen I see I upset you and I think it best if I just go."
This person knew DETAILS about the symbol. Rico only knew enough about it that the public knew. Enough for the public to know that they either hated the group. Or supported it. Either way Rico figured it was a method of recruiting. It made sense in a way. Get caught by members painting it and you could be considered a interested person in joining. And he was sick and tired of painting them on buildings like a low level lackey worthy of nothing else then spreading the message. He wanted to do more.
"It's actually time for band practice. You ready to go?"
Rico uncrossed his arms and started to walk away without a word. He was just glad someone finally noticed him. This woman was a unknown variable. But he had taken plans to that as he evidently demonstrated. There always existed unknown variables in the shadow world. All you could do was plan for it and execute a plan as necessary. Preferably one that did not draw to much attention. The mask and overalls he wore was also part of that plan. Easy to ditch and blend in with a crowd with the T-shirt and jeans he wore under it.
She was free to follow as free will was not something to control. But Rico, or rather doubted she was interested in the things he had planned. But he could be wrong. Rico stopped at the mouth of the alley and finally spoke.
"You know how long I have been painting this nonsense to get y'alls attention? Was beginning to wonder about this recruiting method of yours and planned something big tonight. Nice you came along because I was starting to wonder if Ragnarök was WORTH my time. Sick and tired of this juvenile graffiti crap." At this point Rico would come off as arrogant or confident. Either way such things could be considered useful to a organization.
"I scoped out a low key META storage facility and have some yardie friends who can can deliver some toys for us to make it go up in very public display. Interested in helping me?" At this point Rico pulled a disposable cell out his pack. "More fun with others but either way I am blowing the place. I hate canners."
Rico turned towards the voice and found it was a mutant like him. Though far more obvious with the bumps on her head and fang like teeth. He would have been more concerned of being caught in the act had the woman not been smoking. And as it often was with smokers he found the need to have a cancer stick as well.
"You could say that." Rico said dryly and rooted out a benson from his pack and lit it with a bic lighter. It was not exactly a common brand like cowboy killers. But it was easy enough to find in little Kingston. Taking a deep breath the cherry flared in the dark of the ally and illuminated his masked face a bit more. Rico was about to ask the woman what her story was until another arrived.
"Wow." Rico said and clapped his gloved hands. "Well you certainly know how to make entrance guy." He appeared calm enough but the truth was Rico was already running plans through his head of how to deal with this possible threat. Mainly the idea of tossing his bag at the green skinned newcomer and doing a running drop kick.
Not pretty. But that method had saved his ass in the past. But then again the stranger had jumped off a damn roof. The thought it would only piss him off also came to mind. Any idea of fighting disappeared though as the newcomer spoke.
"I know. The circle with the 'arrows' sticking in and out of it is a little complex. It's no nordic fire rune or anything, but your symbol looks more like the symbol for female. ♀ . Needs some work."
Rico looked to his work on the wall and shrugged. "Meh, I aint no artist. Just doing my part. Will make sure not to do that in the future." With that Rico flicked the cigarette butt at the wall, the still burning cherry on it exploding into embers at the impact. Rico was content to cross his arms across his chest and lean a shoulder against the wall all the while listening and observing. The low-key joke went right over his head.
"you guys are in some lame mutant emo band."
Well this woman had a sense of humor. That was always good points in his book. Rico looked at the newcomer and then back at the woman. "Well it looks like she got us. And for the record its a blue grass band. He plays the banjo."
Rico was caught just about as much off guard as she fell backwards into a bush and flailed around. It was not exactly as he had planned it to work out. But in the end it still worked out. She was soon back on the rock unhurt and more importantly, wearing a smile.
"Mind if I inquire as to where you are from?"
The dragon did not answer right way choosing instead to wonder if he should tell her. Rico could see his joke had gone to far as she was now thoroughly soaked to the point of having to wring out the cloths. "I'm sorry" He said lowly. "You looked soaked."
"I'm not originally from here either. This state, I mean. I'm from Seattle, Washington."
"Really?" Rico asked. "Well what is it like there?" Rico knew there were fifty states but did not know much other then a few names. Having thought it over Rico decided to share more information with the artist.
"I come from a island chain in the Caribbean. The Batabano islands. Not to be confused with the carnival or Batabano Bay Cuba. We are pretty isolated and care little for the troubles of the world. A nation of farmers, and fisherman. Life was peaceful and quiet for the most part then a virus outbreak happened there and the strange WHO people came."
"Who are WHO"? He asked himself in self thought before continuing. "Whoever they are it was on all there suits and tents. Quarantine zones started to pop up and then came the true horror. That is all I am willing to say on that. Its not a happy topic for me."
Shifting a bit the dragon scratched at his chest with the claw on the wing joint and continued. "In any case I escaped all that and hoped to start a new life here. But it seems trouble follows me where ever I go. I'm kind of stuck working for a giant greasy cockroach at the moment. But I do hope to be free once I pay off the debts I owe to him or rather it."
Well, it would certainly be hard to disagree with him on the theory of it. Genetic mutations have been around for ages, and it would make a lot of sense for the majority of myths and legends to be based off of actual, real people at some point in time."
While Rico had argued with his human friend about it before he could hardly argue against it now. One person saying it was one thing. Another neutral party saying almost the exact same thing was another part entirely. At this point Rico could not say much. But he was a firm believer in, "It is what it is." He was a believer at this point. Mutants had to have existed in the past to have created such stories.
"You know, when I first moved here there was a dragon from Japan residing here at the School. Where he cam from the folks around him thought he was a living god, and he carried himself as such. I wonder if your friend would ever be interested in meeting a living depiction of what he's currently seeking after?"
That caught Rico off guard. For the longest time he thought he was alone. If there was any creature that could teach him anything about being a dragon it would have to be her friend. It would have to be something he asked in the future though. Personal information was a two way street. You had to give a little to get a little and Rico was not eager to push on the matter and close that door by being to eager. So he remained silent and listened.
Rico listened to her stories with a lower jaw hanging open in a smile more then likely invisible to her. He had a few things to say about the bubbles story being disgusting but chose to remain silent until the end.
"..So... you can shift out of that form?"
The dragon watched her movements and took advantage of the subtle social cues he picked up."Maaaaaybe." Rico said playfully and adjusted his long neck so he could sip up some water and spit it out in a stream in her general direction. "I can turn human in appearance given the proper...... incentive." He was flirting at this point. But as far as he was concerned flirting was harmless. Even best friends between sexes could flirt for just pure harmless fun. He had done it before and so he did it now. But then again it was socially acceptable back home and he was not home. He was in America.
"I am a bit jealous. You have way more interesting stories then me." It was the truth. The stories he had to tell did not often have happy ending. "This country is a bit of a new start for me. It is familiar. Yet different." He said and moved his wings in the man made pond he was lying on his back in causing ripples on its surface. "I was born here. Not raised." Rico decided to feed a little information as he lowered his guard.
"Now wait a moment, I'll have you know that I approached what I thought was a student, on school property!" Rico could not help but chuckle and play dumb a bit. "Oh yes...... that's right. Guess that means I'm trespassing. Terrible security this place. I just glided right on in."
"Not that i'm complaining, really. S'not every day I get to paint a dragon in real life."
"Not likely to do get the chance again either. Not often my kind appear in the world. Guess my variant of mutation must be getting thin in the X gene pool. Nothing a good tussle between the sheets cant fix. That is one good reason I do not think this place can teach me control. Nobody would know how." The talk of dragons and real life got him thinking. "You know I have a friend in the Mexico region doing some scholar work. Old school English fellow. A bit eccentric, but he has a good head on his shoulders."
"The mans is quite obsessed over dragon myths and legends. He is rather confident that as long as mankind has existed, so have we. He makes some interesting points I guess in his books. Currently he is looking for some lost temple in the jungles that holds tomb of Quetzalcoatl or was it Kukulkan?" He paused in thought at that. "In any case it is a dragon god that once ruled over ancient man and is prophesied to one day return."
Rico did not take anything to do with prophecy seriously. If his friend found anything in the tomb Rico doubted it would be a sleeping dragon god. Probably just bones if anything. Still that would make his friends career and validate everything he has been saying and writing in the scientific community.
He was glad she laughed. And like before it made him feel pretty good. Moving his long neck he took a look at the painting. As Rico examined it his breath would wash over her hot and ranch with the smell of fish. "Well lucky you...." Rico said. "I guess your off the menu tonight." While he found his humor funny a lot of the time it went to the dark side from time to time. "Guess you don't need me posing anymore." Without waiting he walked into the man made pond and rolled over onto his back.
While it may have seemed big at the time it was only big enough to cover the dragons main torso in water. His tail and legs were out along with his long neck. "Swanky pool you got here." He said to the artist and started to lazily pick between his teeth with a talon on his wing joint. Whoever the groundskeeper was they were probably going to be pretty pissed in the morning when they found the garden trampled, fish eaten, and the pond defiled. But such was the way of dragons. At least that is what the old stories said.
"So tell me some funny stories of these school escapades. You must have a lot with all the students having trouble controlling there powers. Cant be any worse then what happened to me. I blacked out once trying to control my shifting and woke up hours later in central park naked as a wee baby. Would not have been so bad had there not been this lady jogging by with her dog." He paused. "That got loose off the leash." he paused again. "And proceeded to chase me through some bushes. Low hanging branches don't exactly tickle."
"...I didn't mean... well, I didn't mean it like that. I guess I shouldn't have opened my mouth without knowing you better. It was wrong of me to just assume..."
Everyone was guilty of assuming something at one time or another. Rico knew he was guilty of it so he held no ill feelings towards her and said as much. "I told you I am not something you want to learn more about. It never ends well when anyone try's. Its not so much that I am anti social. I just don't want to hurt anyone that does not deserve it. You seem.... really nice. I do not want that.,,, Would not allow it. If I pose a threat I would give you fare warning to get somewhere safe before my humanity is lost." Humanity seemed the right word. It was not like he could say mutanity. Rico did not even believe that was a word.
He let out a sigh that sounded more like a rumbling purr deep in his chest. "You are to trusting though to just blindly approach me. It is both a strength and a weakness. You were lucky tonight was the first time I learned to control my more primal side. It would not have ended well otherwise." He chose to spare the details for a reason.
After the remarks of his smell he could not help but notice the look on her face. "Its complicated." Was all he could think of to say. Its not like he could smell a baby and tell they were a mutant. It was more of a time window. The subtle changes in the body the months before the gifts surfaced. Rico always summed it up to smelling bio chemistry changes. He was no scientist, but it made sense so it was as good as any explanation.
"Every case is different, yes... and I've only been here a short time compared to others... but that is one of the main things focused on. Control."
Rico had mixed feelings on it. "I don't know. This mansion looks pretty intact. I find it hard to believe they help us learn control. But I will think about it."
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep." He let his lower jaw hang down in an attempted smile. "Robert Frost...... I like quoting others. It makes me seem more intelligent then I really am." Turning his head Rico stuck his tongue out at her playfully. It was a silly attempt to make her laugh again.
The quote describe his situation at the moment well though. He was stuck ins some pretty dark woods with debts and promises to his new boss. Perhaps when those debts were settled he could think about coming back to this place. Or they would probably come looking for him as the artist would probably tell everyone about there meeting.
I guess what I'm trying to get at is that ultimately the only one you hurt with that type logic is yourself. Don't punish yourself for something you can't control."
While she had said many great things it was these words that sparked a response. "Really?" He asked in almost arrogant cocky way. "So when I lose control and go feral from time to time and rip folks apart and devour them I should not blame myself? This is not some fairy tale world were all story's have happy endings. Not for me. What I would give to have a normal life, to be human at least for a day." Rico had heard of stuff being sold on the street that could do that for him. But he was still unsure on it.
"Why would you assume I'm a human? This is a school for mutants."
Rico would be lying if he said he did not find her cute at the moment. Acting all innocent and naïve. Still it seemed a pretty important secret so he would keep it and hopefully she would keep the whole him eating folks thing a secret as well. Even though that was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to his secrets.
It was his turn to act naïve. "Oh really?" Rico said with a attempted air of innocence. "I guess my nose failed me then. Strange really....." As the deep words trailed off Rico shifted his head a bit to allow his yellow piercing eyes to fix on her. "I normally take pride in my sense of smell. Even better then dogs. I can smell cancer. I can smell when a diabetic is about to have an attack. I can smell seizures before they happen. Even a child who is a mutant before there powers have even started to surface."
Returning his head back to where it was in the pose he added. "I guess I am wrong this time. Perhaps I should enroll in the school and become a student?" He allowed himself a chuckle and shake of a the head. "Such a ridiculous idea....." At least he thought so at the moment. Rico thought about his new employer and just how pissed that would probably make him.
The thought of that big greasy cockroach throwing a fit made him smile. Especially in that top hat of his.
Laughter was not something he heard often. So when she did Rico found it made him feel good. They say laughing is suppose to be therapeutic. Good not only for the mind, but the body. In this case Rico would agree.
"I think this painting will have a little more of an eerie, mysterious nature to it... No googly eyes, I promise."
The idea of being immortalized in a painting in a foolish manner did not amuse Rico. If anyone was going to make a fool of him he preferred it be him. At least then he could play it off as being intentional. Being eerie and mysterious sounded appealing. Rico liked to think of himself as being that way these days. It was all part of the image and personality he was trying to build.
"It's actually a school for mutants... Gives em' a safe place to grow and learn"
Those words are what stood out the most for Rico. He had heard talk of the school and it stirred mixed feelings. "Interesting...." He said lowly in thought, the end of his tail twitching briefly. "I suppose they are lucky to be here. But its a large world out there. Many are not so lucky."
"I suppose such luxury's are only allowed to the rich and higher class. Would explain why this place is so noble estate like." This time his voice held a bite of venom to it. He held some kind of ill feelings to this place. Feeling more then likely based off of rumor and conjecture.
There was a question on his mind but he let it fade away for the time being as he listened to Heidi. She was clearly having trouble answering his question at first. Rico did not understand at first why. Fear was pretty self explanatory. But why seemed the harder part to explain.
'Everything has its beauty, but not everyone see's it'. That's a quote from a really famous artist I admire... he could take the most normal things and turn them into something else with just a few minor changes. Other people may see something terrifying, and shy away, but I see something entirely different. I want to learn more."
Listening to her express such emotion in words caught him off guard. It was his turn to find the right words to express. "We live in a world of heroes and villains. Monsters and slayers. A world of masks were nothing is as it seems. Underneath the mask is our real selves. Then there is the mask we wear. The one that the world sees us as. In my case...." He went quiet but finally decided to say it bluntly.
"I am not something you want to learn more about. It never ends well when anyone try's." He was no longer interested in talking about it and decided to ask the question he was holding back to put her on the defensive a bit more and less inquisitive about him. "So what is a human doing at a mutant school? You a teacher?"
"Well, I shall endeavor not to disappoint you then, Razakel."
Again Rico could smell no fear. If anything just annoyance. "Man I really suck at this" He said to her and let a low rumbling laugh escape from deep in his chest. "Cant blame me for trying though." Rico maintained the dramatic position he was holding and watched her set up the equipment. All unknown and alien to him.
"Could you turn a little... chin up, so the moonlight hits you better."
Rico did as instructed and turned a little and tilted his snout up a bit more at the sky. "Like this?" He asked. Ok, now at this point he was feeling a little silly. It probably was quite the sight to anyone if anyone was even watching the scene. Rico felt like a puppy dog performing tricks for people on the street so its master could have some money thrown into a hat.
"I'm Heidi, by the way... nice to meet you."
"Um, nice to meet you Heidi." He said unsure of really what else to say. Or at least nothing witty at the moment. It felt strange to interact socially with others in this form. Normally he ate folks and did not even remember it. Though in truth that was a blessing of sorts. Some details were better forgotten.
"Seriously though, this better not be a puff the magic dragon kind of thing you are working on or I am gonna be pretty pissed." It was a funny thought. But with artists it was a pretty good possibility. Hoping to make the time go by faster he decided to coax information out of her.
"So what kind of place is this? Pretty fancy for a art school." He had no idea were he was and his arrival was purely accidental. In the sky the mansion stood out like a sore thumb. "And why are you not afraid of me?" That was probably the biggest question he had. "Even other mutants keep a distance, but not you, why?"
Rico was not expecting any one this time of the night. For one it was late, secondly he was a dragon. That should have been enough to keep anyone at a distance. There existed a deep fear of the unknown in most creatures. Except for this one it seemed. He stopped feeding as a beam of light hit the ground around him just barely illuminating the outlines of his body in the darkness.
Rico did not flinch or even jump at the surprise. And why should he? He was an apex super predator. Letting out a low hiss he turned his head and long neck around to look at the woman. His yellow piercing eyes fixed on her. He inhaled the air through his nose to allow his olfactory senses to process information. She was a female he could see clearly enough. Pale in complexion as if the sun had never touched her.
Making a few clicking sounds as he processed the other smells he finally spoke in a deep almost demonic sounding voice that seemed to tremble and vibrate in the air. "You are brave human to approach me." It felt strange to Rico speaking in this form. It was his first time and like listening to a recording of yourself he found it alien to his ears.
"... Mind if I paint you?"
This woman was full of surprises. Absolutely no fear. He admired that. Standing upright on his hind legs and putting the tail on the ground for support Rico extended his bat like wings out to the side fully. "I am Razakel!" his voice boomed. What he said next was more gentle. Or at least as gentle as his voice was capable of doing. "You may paint me and afterwards I will decide if I should eat you or not."
It was all just a act really. He did not intend to eat her. Razakel was not even his name. But it sounded dark and intimidating so he chose it for a codename. Events in the future required him to adopt a fake personality. Practice made perfect.
How to join Ragnarök? Nobody really knew who the members were much less there names. There graffiti marks did pop up from time to time on building and landmarks. And just as they were cleaned away more popped up. The mark was no secret to the public and in truth Rico had been contributing lately in defacing property in the late of night.
As much as he would have loved there to be a recruiting booth on a street corner that was just not going to happen. He had to put effort in getting noticed or bumping into members. Rico moved through a ally wearing black full body overalls covered in bloody human handprints he painted on. Depending on who looked at him they could almost say it was haunting. Like looking at the painted hands of ancient man on cave walls.
The black balaclava mask he wore to hide his face and identity probably did not help to improve his appearance. Rico stopped near the ally exit onto a street and made sure nobody was nearby. Feeling safe to work he opened up his back pack to pull out a spray can to paint the Ragnarök graffiti mark that was all to commonly seen in the city.
Having finished he put the can back into his backpack. Rico felt like a punk kid during there rebellious years. Never mind the fact he was a grown man. Still he hoped.
Mainly from Ragnarök members. My char is interested in joining and getting his foot in the door so to speak. So if you have mischief in mind, small or big in scale and need a wing man. Rico is available and willing.
