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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Dec 29, 2016 11:14:57 GMT -6
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Well , Pfficer Linely might be able to help with this, could be quite an interesting thing to do. If Ty has had a traumatic experience -say Spasm catches him in the act of doing a crime ,"goes nuclear on him" and renders him comatose as the pain overwhelms him.
Could have some interesting implications and social commentary involving cops using potentially lethal force against petty criminals. Just my thoughts on the matter if you want to go down that route.
Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Dec 29, 2016 10:43:39 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Now the girl was painting some weird symbol on the bar. Steve had done nothing to deserve that. "Valkyrie, I'm not paying for the mess of cleaning up your graffiti, please don't do that." Rebecca spoke as plainly as possible. It was one thing to kill a bunch of thugs who had it coming, it was another to go around damaging innocent establishments.
The bar tender looked gratefully at her, something told Rebecca that this woman was dangerous, and this "organisation" she spoke about probably needed to reign her in more. She couldn't help but shudder at the idea of killing humans for the sake of killing that the not-so-angelic mutant had implied in her explanation, albeit in pidgen English.
"I-I only kill when they deserve it, not just because they're humans. Sure, you can't really trust them, but senseless killing is not my thing. Death is an art, subtle, careful, and only to be meted out to those who have forfeited their right to live" for crimes against mutants of course. She spoke carefully, as if the girl needed to be taught a thing or two. Ragnorok was intriguing, but she needed to know what the goal was, not what some wanton teenager thought it was about.
So she'd had those wings all her life? Much like Bethany. Until her wings were... She'd seen the photos in that den... That was enough. Out. Out. She was brought back to the moment by Valkyrie's question. "I will consider it, I need to find out more about it. There needs to be more to it than wanton destruction?"
"Valkyrie" was drunk it seemed, whether it was on wine or the thrill of killing those fools Rebecca wasn't sure. Rebecca collected her purse while she listened to her words. It seemed that the woman was really into her norse mythology at least. That was interesting in itself, but she couldn't quite get her head around exactly she was saying? Was Ragnorok an organisation?
"I've not heard of Ragnorok...aside from the norse myth. Is it some kind of organisation that you're part of? I'm not surprised that you haven't heard about me, I've recently come to NYC" How she was going to explain this to Jaager Worldwide ? That was another thing she would have to consider. A little money would get the bartender to be quiet, and the bar itself didn't appear to have much in the way of CCTV...
"But I couldn't let these pigs continue with what they were doing, it's ... personal for me" She looked grave as memories of Bethany surged once more. Her expression went back to a smile very quickly. "So, how long have you had those wings for?" She asked excitedly.
Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Dec 23, 2016 10:07:41 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jul 16, 2020 5:50:04 GMT -6
Rebecca noticed that one of the men had stopped hitting her, a flash of feathers and a gargled scream cut off by the sound of a throat being cut answered any questions that she may have had about that. The final guy was going to die slowly, she decided.
As he flailed another pathetic blow at her, Rebecca drew him to her guard. She slammed a knee into his groin, then threw him onto the floor with all the force she could muster. As she did this a sickening crack was heard as the arm that the man had foolishly let himself give to the mutant was broken. He lay face-up on the floor , shaking from shock.
Rebecca knelt on the man's chest, delighting in his pain. Gradually she transformed back into sand. A scream was cut off as Rebecca engulfed the man's nose and mouth. Now was time for her favorite kind of kill. Without going into too fine a detail, the man soon found out what it was like to have sentient sand within various internal organs. Hint: it wasn't a pleasant death to watch or feel.
She exited the dead body of the man and took her human form once more. "That was fun, now I don't think I introduced myself" she offered a hand to the angelic mutant. "I'm Rebecca". She smiled cheerily, as if she'd just finished playing some kind of sport with the fellow mutant.
The sound of a throat being sliced behind her would have made Rebecca look if she wasn't enjoying the task at hand so much. She engulfed the second man in much the same way as the first. The suffocation took far less time than before, the man didn't have as thick a neck. She promptly exited the man, it looked like the Angel had taken out three including the first one.
That meant there were 4 left. Unarmed. There were two knives on the floor. Rebecca was would have smiled if she wasn't in her sand form. While suffocation was a good method (not to mention fun) she didn't get to use weapons that often.
She transformed back into her human form, watching as the men tried desperately to hit where she had been a moment ago. Wind couldn't be hit. She rolled forward, picking up the two knives where her two previous victims lay. They were decently weighted, enough for someone to throw...
Krav Maga taught you how to use a gun, knife and your bare hands properly, and this situation was ideal. Two of the four remaining men were dead before they'd figured out what happened, the knives of their comrades protruding from them. Rebecca grinned maniacally, she hadn't managed a perfect throw like that in ages.
She closed in on the remaining two fools, laughing as she entered a melee. She decided to toy with them a bit, pulling her punches a little so they'd stay upright for longer. She didn't get these kind of play things very often. Hopefully the angel would get involved too, no point in her missing all the fun.
The young lady flinched away from Rebecca's offered hand. The look on her face was clear: she thought Rebecca was hitting on her. Great. Fortunately the next sentence that had come out of her mouth was enough to reassure the angel. The grin that came upon her face was almost chilling but pretty understandable.
The angel stood up, to the sound of taunting from the bar, and then suddenly...silence. The wings became crystals. Even Rebecca had to bask in the still more glorious image of the woman. What was she planning though? Rebecca waited for something to happen, just for now.
She watched as the angel plucked one of her feathers from her wings and threw it at the nearest thug, she heard the gurgle of the man's futile attempt to scream. Rebecca had her answer, the angel had her back.
There was a pause as people at the bar took in what happned. For a moment no-one did anything. Then reacted. Steve the barman hid behind the table, non human supremacist patrons of the bar ran into the street, screaming. The remaining patrons charged towards the two mutants. Some had pulled knifes.
There were 8 left, and plenty of fun was still to be had. Rebecca smiled as she took her form. The men were almost laughing at the sudden disappearence of the angel's companion until what happened next. A strong wind, sand carried upon it, blew through the bar as Rebecca began her onslaught.
She took the closest guy with a weapon. He was soon pushed onto the floor by the strength of the wind, sand covering him. He tried in vain to stab at the wind, guessing correctly that this was a mutant attack. Soon the sand entered his orifices, choking and then suffocating him. It took very little time before a very blue and very dead man was on the floor.
Rebecca exited the man and went on to the next armed one, she would come out of this form once the knives were out of play. Then she could start killing with her bare hands. She relished that thought. Her sand storm form howled like a desert wind as she laughed at the pain she was inflicting.
Whatever the men were doing, they weren't laughing now. Those that weren't currently choking on sand charged for the angel, hoping to get some revenge for their fallen comrade. Rebecca was confident that she could handle it. These men were nothing special, and surprisingly easy to kill.
Rebecca liked bars. You could meet lots of interesting people at them whilst having a nice sip of Schnapps, she wasn't able to go to them as much as she used to, after all work was taking up some time, and honestly, she recognized that too much to drink of anything was bad for her. She had limited herself to one, or maybe two drinks a week. This was the right day for it though. Saturday. Locals night. Normally lots of different sorts of people would be around.
Pity this time the locals happened to be human supremacists. She'd noticed that Church of Humanity symbol not so subtley tattooed on the back of the head of one of them. They'd soon filled the bar. She carefully moved to one of the booths. She didn't want to be touched, much less by a human. Yuck. The poor barman shot her an apologetic look, and she returned a sympathetic glance. Steve was a good guy, but he was under orders to serve everyone. Annoyingly.
Swearing, crude jokes about almost every woman in the place, Rebecca had just about had enough. She'd half a mind to leave. She didn't want to hear this kind of thing. She was pretty sure one had called her a "prude" as she left the main bit of the bar for one of the booths.
Then the rowdy bunch turned to a young lady at the bar... she was glorious. Her wings were delicate, feathered, like an angel. Bethany had wings like those... Rebecca felt a shiver go down her spine at that thought. The young lady looked different in other aspects though, her complexion was lighter, and she had darker hair. How could she remain calm at the insults being thrown at her?
Racial slurs continued to be thrown. The guy with the Church symbol spoke particularly loudly, indicating what he'd like to do with the poor lady before beating the... That was enough for Rebecca. Never again. They were going to pay for that one. She quietly walked towards the Angel sitting next to her at the bar, carefully avoiding her wings. Rebecca was strident, proud, she didn't even look at the men as she sat down.
This was much to the umbridge of the human supremacists: "What's a nicely dressed human girl doing sitting next to that..." another stream of racial slurs followed. They were just getting rowdier with each extra tankard. These bastards were going to hurt 10 times over. But first the important things needed to be done.
Rebecca wanted to give the young lady some comfort , slipping her hand carefully near the lady, without invading her personal space too much. "You're beautiful." She spoke softly , kindly. She spoke again with noticeable anger "They're going to pay." Hopefully the woman would have her back. She was pretty sure she could take these fools on by herself, but numbers were always a good thing.
Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Dec 12, 2016 10:36:34 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jul 16, 2020 5:50:04 GMT -6
Well, his smile was fascinating, those teeth looked exceedingly sharp. She smiled herself revealing extremely well kept teeth, with a slight, barely noticeable overbite. She quickly concealed her teeth once more, nervous to show her smile for too long. She still had most of her drink left , so took another sip.
"True, but if you get the name wrong of someone important, particularly the Tiger secretary, you can get a few growls." She remembered making that error on her first day, the woman was not pleased at all. Still, she turned out to be thankfully more forgiving than her reputation in that particular case.
"I enjoy working at JW, still more now Jaager is planning this Utopia project. I think it sounds wonderful, not having to deal with uninteresting people." She meant humans by this, and made that very clear. She laughed at the idea of working for Mr Jaager "I doubt the Tiger secretary would be too happy with me if that happened" she responded. "His vision though, I am extremely happy to work for".
The men were getting more agitated the more they saw her responding to what Eliott was saying. She leaned in to him. She made sure it looked like she was propositioning the Alien-like mutant from the distance the men were looking, swallowing the rest of her drink just before she spoke. "a couple of guys don't seem to be happy that we're talking with each other" she whispered to him. "I think we can continue this conversation more... privately? Best not start a bar fight. They'll follow us out I'm sure."
That got those guys riled. One of them nearly walked up to the two of them, but was stopped by his friend. Smart move friend, too bad they were unlikely to leave well enough alone. She was going to enjoy this quite a bit.
The way he was dressed wasn't in professional clothing, but it was very much a smart casual. Rebecca liked a man in a suit, but at least it looked like he'd made some kind of effort. Guys sometimes felt that it didn't matter what they looked like, and to a certain extent that was true for Rebecca. But goodness, it was nice to find someone dressed properly without looking like he'd come from an accountancy firm.
His remark about scotch made her smile. This man knew what was good when he tasted it. "I'm told they import it specially, from the UK." It was expensive too, not for those who didn't have good taste in drink. She took another sip of Schnapps as he was talking, keeping her eyes firmly on him. This was what straws were for.
She laughed at the remark about them both having good taste. "I would agree with you there" Real smooth. She held out her hand "Rebecca, pleased to make your acquaintance Eliot." Come to think of it, she'd seen him somewhere before...
Yes, he was at Worldwide! A flash of recognition came over her eyes. "Yes, I think you must have gone round with a tray of tea at some point. I'm pretty new at Worldwide so... um..." Her cheeks went slightly red. She hated admitting weakness. "I don't remember everyone yet. You'll have seen me at a desk for one of the minor managers there, handling phone calls, had to start somewhere." Hopefully he'd remember her, I mean, he had a pretty good memory right?
The bar was starting to clear slightly. Rebecca noticed that the two idiots with the fake watches were still there. Their "dates" had clearly blown them off. They were not so subtly looking at her now. Always a good idea to keep an eye on those types. She'd let them know she was unimpressed at some point.
Now this was a turn-up for the books, a visible mutant coming into the bar. Yes, Rebecca had noted him as he walked through. His green skin and black antennae were intriguing, and she bet that was not all he could do. Carefully dividing attention between her drink , the others in the bar and the alien-like man, she was able to avoid being too obvious.
Had she seen him somewhere before? Work maybe? She was pretty new at Jaager Worldwide, so wouldn't be surprised if she didn't know everyone yet. One thing was for sure, if she didn't remember him he couldn't be that senior, if he was from work at all. She noticed him reading the men and women at the bar, yep, their intentions were obvious, just like all humans. She didn't understand why women would want to interact with men who were so...basic.
Alien man walked up to the bar and sidled up next to her, without looking at her. Subtle. She liked that, not too obvious, gentlemanly. Clearly whoever had taught him manners had taught him well. She genuinely smiled at this, not revealing her teeth. He ordered his drink. Scotch, neat. A gentleman's drink, one that you could last for hours with and still hold a sensible conversation by the end of the night.
He took his first sip, they did a good scotch here. He seemed to enjoy it. This guy clearly knew what he wanted and when. Rebecca took another sip of Schnapps before speaking, after all, she'd come here for a nice drink if nothing else. Meeting someone interesting would simply improve the evening.
"Enjoying your drink?" She asked the alien calmly. "I've heard they do a good scotch here." She waited for a response quietly. "It's far more interesting than most of the drinks on offer here, besides Schnapps of course."
Rebecca was bored. She had bought herself another cocktail at the bar, she was rather fond of peach schnapps, it was always flavorful. The barman had looked at her a little strangely as she'd done so, normally customers didn't order a second drink if they were waiting for someone. Still, the customer was always right, and the service came quickly. The clock struck 10.
Looking at the usual losers at the bar, humans, lonely hearts, all trying to get some kind of pathetic connection with each other was amusing to her. She had half a mind to come into this place in her other form, just to see the looks on their faces. Would probably make their lives more interesting anyhow. She was simply waiting for the inevitable to happen. It always did. Her conservative dress sense, complete with grey jumper, nicely fitting blue jeans and shoes with just enough heel to make her look taller but not enough to be impractical, always made her look approachable. It was the way she liked it.
"H-hey can I b-buy you a drink?"
And there it was, a man about her age, dressed in a suit. This one was trembling a little. Poor fellow, his friends laughing like schoolgirls in the booth just inside her vision gave her all the information she needed to know.
Normally she'd have thrown the drink in the guy's face, declare that she had a boyfriend and leave with a smile on her face. Different bars of course, she didn't want a reputation for that! But she decided to humor this guy. Give his clearly quite sporty friends a little taste of their own medicine.
"Sure, and don't be so nervous...." She smiled in a more than friendly fashion, just so his friends could see. The scowls and looks of surprise were satisfying to watch. "I'll even give you my real number, so you can tell your friends over there to suck on it."
The man smiled at this, even laughed. "But before you ask, I'm not going to be taken home. I'm waiting for someone" this needed to come quickly, she wasn't that kind of woman. The man nodded respectfully, and they began talking.
The conversation rolled on for as long as his friends could take it. They eventually pulled him away from her, but not before she blanked the (objectively more attractive) young men in favor of the person they'd tried to humiliate. Not before the man had rung her number, and she had answered it , much to the horror of his "friends". Bullies and false friends sucked. Needless to say though, she was glad when they had all left.
Now it was simply a cause of waiting, waiting for someone more interesting to turn up. The clock struck 11. Soon it would be time to head back to her flat, it seemed fun was in short supply around here.
Hey all, My second character is up now, feel free to message or comment below if you feel like a human-hating pretty unpleasant sand-shifter is someone you'd like to go toe-to-toe with. Particularly you Ragnorok people, as this particular character intends to join your side. Kind Regards Spasm/Rebecca
Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Nov 29, 2016 17:19:22 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jul 16, 2020 5:50:04 GMT -6
Individual
Character's full name:Rebecca Smythe
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name:
Gender: Female
Age:22
Date of Birth: (mm/dd/year) 11/5/1994
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Texas, USA
Nationality: USA
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian
Appearance
Hair color and style: Dark Blonde
Skin Tone: Light honey , with freckles
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5”1
Build: Athletic, but not overly so, she does Krav Maga so she's pretty flexible .
Visible mutation: Occasionally hair may have an unusual amount of grit in it, but she tends to brush that away
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: (if applicable) Ears are pierced, she wears studs
Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Conservative but stylish, favouring jumpers in the winter, raincoats if it's raining. In formals she wears long dresses, jewelry is limited to the occasional ring or necklace. She favours trousers over skirts, trainers over platform shoes, and long sleeved tops. She only reveals skin when it's particularly hot or she is swimming, and that is kept to a minimum.
Uniform: (if applicable)N/A
Sleepwear: Again conservative, going for covering pyjamas combined with long, pink dressing gowns.
Miscellaneous clothing: Painted nails, that she changes from red, to clear to pink depending on how she feels.
Character
Personality: Rebecca is quiet but not necessarily shy, she often likes to listen to conversations rather than initiate them. She particularly likes people who can make her laugh (though her wicked sense of humour means sarcasm and self-depreciation are the paths to take). She uses her quiet nature to make her own words carry more weight, and is not afraid of manipulating people if it suits her. She is extremely intelligent, and finds those who cannot engage with her on an intellectual level rather draining
Hobbies/ Interests:[/b Krav Maga, History (particularly High modernist), Music-specifically classical. Degree in History.
Job or part time job and description: She works as a Secretary for Jaager Worldwide
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Failing to have knowledge, large bodies of water, she will often move away from such bodies, even when she is not using her mutation
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Lawful Neutral (tending towards evil) , she doesn't go out of her way to cause harm to others, but shows little empathy towards those she does hurt, except if its by accident. She is very firmly on the Ragnorok side of the Ragnorok/X Men divide, even if she is unaware of the former's existence.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Rebecca can transform herself into what is best described as a dust devil, a moving sand dune. Her mass stays the same, but this allows her to fly as if propelled by a wind , go through small spaces, granting her excellent mobility while in this form.
When fully transformed, her body moves as if propelled by a conscious wind , individuals caught in the wind act as if a strong gust of wind (as though they are being pushed by her) is blowing them, a sensation which lasts for as long as her body is in the same vicinity as them. She “flies” at a speed as quick as her normal human form would while running in her sand form. She can fly as high as she can jump in human form.
Objects and humans in the vicinity of her “sand form” act in accordance with having dust or sand blown in them by a strong wind akin to being pushed by her. Objects such as guns could potentially jam as the sand effects them.
The most important aspect of her power is that while in “Sand form” she cannot be physically or mentally attacked (except as detailed below). She can take this form technically indefinitely , but there are still implications
She can shift between her human and sand form pretty quickly, it requires conscious effort, but it takes roughly 3 seconds for her to fully transform.
If scattered in some fashion whilst in sand form, she can use nearby sand to take on human form. This process takes 12 hours to complete.
The sand does not carry her human DNA, but is obviously anomalous if tested properly in a forensics lab.
While in Sand Form-she has good sense of what is around her , while she cannot “see” per se she has a sense of space , knowing where objects are through testing edges with her sand. She can also detect words through the tremors they make in the air. This allows her to “see” “hear” and “touch” as well as a normal human being. Weaknesses and Limitations:
If she is immersed in water, then she cannot switch between her two forms. She can only eat in her human form, and only sleep in her sand form so hence fears being immersed outside of her own control (for she does still need to bathe in her human form). Drinking water has no deleterious effect on her usually, but if she drinks too much or is water boarded, she'd be unable to transform just as if she was immersed.
She cannot speak in her sand form, rather it produces a howling sound akin to wind upon a dune.
Being in sand form does not reduce her need for food or water , so can only go without food (and water) for the usual number of days that a human can do. She still is affected normally by hunger and thirst, which weakens her sand form as much as her human form.
While not vulnerable to natural moderate winds while in sand form (or weak vacuum suction , you'll need something stronger than a vaccum cleaner/ ) , if she is scattered in some fashion (by hurricane/tornado force winds or suchlike) , she has to take 12 hours reforming her body.
She cannot use her flight abilities until the majority of her mass is turned into sand.
If she is in-between sand/human form, her human parts are still vulnerable to damage as your average 20 year old woman is. While the speed of her transformation means this is not normally a problem, if something is fast enough it could still hurt her human form. Her human form is still fully vulnerable to damage/mental attack. Her human form heals as a normal human does
If her entire sand form body is somehow contained through powerful suction, she's stuck inside wherever she is contained. If she transforms into a human while in such circumstances, damage could be done.
Her sand form is much slower in water (we're talking wounded snail speed) , though it can still move within it, she will aim to get out of water if in sand form at the quickest opportunity, as it is very painful for her consciousness to be in water. She cannot pick objects up whilst in Sand form, she has to transform fully back into a human in order to do that.
Her clothes shift with her when she transforms, but she cannot turn objects into sand along with that.
If she's injured/fatigued in human form, she will move at a speed in her sand form which is equivalent to the speed that her human form could move while in sand form.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: 21 year old woman with capabilities in Krav Maga , athletic and proficient in using her power in order to get the upper hand in any conflict.
Fighting Style: Use power to close in quickly and distract, choke opponent, aim to kill or incapacitate. No need for weapons (guns or otherwise) , if there looks like to be more than she can handle, or if they are using water / powerful vaccum suction, try to use power to escape.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pros- you can't hurt sand, and you're choking to death on the wind, oh and now you're fighting close quarters with a skilled martial artist, just as you wasted all your bullets trying to hurt sand.
Cons-Use water or strong suction, then you can capture her pretty easily.
u]History Of Your Character[/u]
Rebecca was born in Texas to a mutant family, and had always been a bit of an outsider as a result. Even for her parents, her abilities were highly unusual, and it wasn't uncommon for her to go missing for days on end after her powers manifested at around age 5. Fortunately, after the first time, they realised that she would always come back … eventually. Her parents were reasonably wealthy, and Rebecca got a good handle on her skills academically, physically and mutation wise. Life was good, and remained so for the vast majority of her life.
She had two siblings, both of whom were mutants, both of whom were younger. Her brother Matthew, was not a particularly visible mutant, and often used his x-ray vision to pull pranks on teachers, cheat in exams, etc. etc. . Her sister, Bethany, was a highly visible mutant, 2 years younger than her, and was frequently picked on at school as a result. None of that got to her, and all three of the Smythe children achieved good (but not overly exceptional) grades despite bullying and isolation from other children. Their parents were highly supportive of their education, and her home life was rarely difficult. Sometimes she couldn't have what the really wealthy people had, but she was content with that. Occasionally she would use her power to gain an advantage hiding from people she didn't like (or when she was younger playing hide and seek).
When Rebecca was 17 , two policemen came to her door, with unthinkable news. Bethany had been grabbed by a pair of Church of Humanity acolytes. They had found her mutilated , half naked, corpse in a forest nearby their route from home to school. Rebecca had been ill that day, Matthew (14) went to a different school. A hate symbol was present on her-the details of exactly how the hate symbol was present were graciously spared from Rebecca. The perpetrators were not caught...not by the police anyway.
After she had recovered from her cold, Rebecca tracked down the Church of Humanity chapter in her area. It took her a few days to find the place, mostly by hiding in and around where the boys who had made fun of Bethany were talking, find the photos of her sister's body, and hatch a plan. Needless to say, an angry mutant that you could literally choke to death on was not what the chapter had expected to find when they began their meeting. She left no survivors, making sure that the photos of her sister were displayed on the meeting table while she tortured the last of them into making a phone call to the police.
All they found was a bit of sand in the throats of someof the victims, Rebecca had slightly shorter hair for a few days after that. She had been careful, her DNA of course was never found. Several “fine upstanding” members of the community were “murdered” for their role in Bethany's death. Rebecca lost all faith in non-mutant humanity after that point.
Still, she got on with life, went to university , opting for study abroad in York, England. It was a chance to have a clean break from the traumatic events of her past, and it happened to be cheaper than going to college in the USA. It was here that she took up Krav Maga properly as a hobby , while she had been doing the martial art since she was 8 (her father felt it would teach her discipline) , she became far more capable than she had been before. She was polite enough not to use her mutation in competition, but in casual fights, only other mutants were brave enough to train with her after a while.
Her university life was mostly good, while York had many large water bodies, she managed mostly to keep herself to herself. She made few friends, but was generally considered to be dedicated to study. Of course, she witnessed how humans could be more horrible to each other whilst at university, her abilities to hide being greatly enhanced by her mutation. Not that she tried to intervene in any way. She established in her after witnessing the debauchery, the meaningless , more decay than she could care to mention, that humans needed to be dealt with, not just to save mutants, but to save the world. While for herself these years were peaceful, she lost contact almost all of the few friends she did make whilst in the UK. She still got a call from a couple from her (mutant) flat mates last month, an once in the months before that, she appreciated that she wasn't forgotten.
She moved to New York, where many mutants had began to coalesce in search of jobs. In Jaager Worldwide, she found a mutant-friendly company who were willing to hire someone to do the tea, and some secretarial work for some low-down official. She of course took the job with both hands.
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Sample RP:
Rebecca looked down at the quivering human . He really shouldn't have tried it on. The man had followed her from the club, what now, he'd bought her a drink and she had thanked him politely for it! That was all she wanted to do, yeah she accepted that she was a good looking woman and it wasn't exactly uncommon for guys to hit on her, but goodness what part of “Not in a million years” had he not understood? I mean some guys...
The foot she had on his throat that she was slowly pressing downwards was enough to send the message, she thought. No need to actually kill this one, despite the discarded knife, now stained with sand, on the ground in the alleyway. “Remember that No means No, next time” she quietly whispered to the man. “And consider yourself lucky that I didn't start cutting bits off with that bladed overcompensation you've got yourself there.” She took her foot off the man's throat. He was bruised, gasping for breath, but alive. Her rouged lips curled into a wicked smile at the sight of his discomfort.
Humans were all the same, buy you one drink, then expecting you to take them home. She picked up the knife. It was a nice little kitchen knife, would work well for her vegetables back at home. She'd been needing a replacement. Her little flat would be waiting for her, and she couldn't wait to relax across the room. Small pleasures, things that such petty creatures as this guy would fail to understand.
As he ran away, eyes wide, unable to speak. “Poor baby. Lost your voice?” She laughed at him , almost a little too loudly. It was time to leave this place, no need to stay around here any longer. She smiled again as she felt the breeze in her hair. It was quick to walk, it was quicker to fly. But the knife, and her purse...
Looks like she was taking the bus again. She wrinkled her face in mild disappointment. Nevermind, who would suspect such a sweet, unassuming young lady? Nobody. She walked off, quiet, calm. This was just another night in NYC.