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.
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Posted by Ty Fisher on Nov 28, 2012 5:35:50 GMT -6
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Ty shrugged lightly. "That's your opinion, and I respect that. But what's stopping everyone from being a scumbag, by that logic? Everyone is stained with one thing or another. We've all got that dirty little secret, but now that mine's out of the bag, I'm a kick-worthy scumbag." He kept his voice calm and collected as he lay there. "Or maybe....I'm the scumbag because you know what I am...It's a matter of perspective, not a matter of good and evil, angels and demons. Perspective. How you look at and deal with this melting pot of a world. In your eyes, you may be a good guy. In someone else's, you may be the 'bad guy. In your eyes, I'm a scum bag. In another's, maybe I'm a hero. The bad guys aren't always dressed in black trenchcoats. Not all good guys have an S on their chest or ride in on a white horse. So I'm your proverbial snake in the grass. So be it. Doesn't mean I'm gonna retaliate. Maybe one day you'll see me different. The villain of today is tomorrow's hero, and today's hero.....tomorrow's scumbag."
He let his words sink in, as he himself pondered over them. He may have seen Miles as an annoying little kid, but that was mostly due to the kick. And Syn...she had this mysterious sort of air to her, and Ty couldn't really tell a whole lot about her. But the way she handled things back there, she had her head together and knew what to say without coming off as preaching.
But how did Ty see himself? He didn't really know. In that sense, maybe Miles was right in calling him a scumbag. Ty just saw himself as another random guy trying to find his place in the world.
Standing up, Ty walked over to the TV and turned it on. "Huh...the batteries in this old thing still work. Thank you, battery-powered dinosaurs...." he murmured, beginning to play with the antenna in an attempt to get a picture.
"It's not how people see you that decides if you're a scumbag or not. It's what you do and how you act" Miles said, raising both hands to his sides in a horizontal position and moving them up and down as if he were weighing things on them. "Hero. Scumbag. You can choose which you want to be but it's your actions that tilts the balance one way or the other every day. Now I ask you, where do you think stealing wallets tilts it?"
He didn't really want to make Ty feel bad because in a way, Miles himself felt like he was somewhere in the middle as well. He thought of himself as good, but didn't everyone? People always found reasons to justify their actions. A mob boss probably thought he was 'good' because he provides for his family and protects his friends, despite hurting other people's honest businesses or killing the competition. Miles felt his mutation was dark or even evil in a way and the actions he had decided to take to tilt the balance towards 'good' was to never use it again, but the power to do the complete opposite was just there, always within reach.
He had been raised by a strict father and a religious mother, and he tried to live up to their standards and expectations, but surely they would frown at him causing a car pile up and running away or hanging out with a thief. In this regard, he felt his actions were leaning towards the other end of the scale, but what else was he supposed to do? The right thing was too filled with blame and punishment while the wrong one was so much easier.
"It's like you said. We're all grey, but we should strive more towards white than towards black. Sometimes I wish it wasn't so bloody hard."
While Ty was trying to get the TV working, Miles tried to get the recliner to lean back, but the lever to the side was rusted and wouldn't budge. He then noticed that the conversation had been two sided even if there were three people in the room. The boy then looked at Syn and pointed his nose towards Ty with a nod.
The boy’s topic was interesting for Syn to listen to. It definitely showed a bit of each ones back ground as well as a little of how they currently carried themselves. Ty didn’t really seem to view himself as a bad person. At the same time neither did Miles. This prompted Syn to add to the conversation. “So if both of you think you lean more towards good then why is there a difference between you two? You may think your own actions, no matter what they might be, as doing something good or helpful. However, someone else seeing those actions might view you as doing something bad. People will always think what they want and they all have their own ideas of good and bad. So really you’re both correct and wrong. Ultimately you just have to do what you feel is right.”
Of course, she could relate to Ty’s comment regarding people being stained with something or another. She was stained beyond belief with things she had done and was more than willing to do again should she need to. Her own goals were ones of betterment for her fellow mutants, but the way she went about her goals didn’t set well with others. The only difference amongst the three of them was that Syn seemed to be the only one focused and had direction. Something she was trying to build up with Miles while learning about Ty.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Nov 28, 2012 21:29:01 GMT -6
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"Exactly," Ty replied, still messing with the TV. "As far as which way I tilt...to me, I'm just trying to get by the only way I know how. To the guy who lost his wallet, I'm a scumbag. To the kid, homeless person, or waitress that gets a chunk of this, I'm a hero. So by that logic, my scale stays exactly the same."
With that, he focused on the television; twisting the antenna this way, giving it a bump on the side that way. Finally, a sort of fuzzy picture, but clear sound rang through. "Finally. TV..." Ty muttered, flopping back on the couch.
{--extreme carnage in an event only known as The Wedding Day Massacre. Three individuals, two young men and a young woman were reportedly seen leaving the area. No farther details are available, and their whereabouts are unknown. The three may also be connected to a four-car accident that happened, as they were seen being tailed by two large canines. That is all the details we have on the situation, but an investigation is being done, and I will report with any new leads. This is Jade Summers, New York.}
Ty blinked. "Holy crap....sounds like something serious went down back there..." he murmured, unable to say anything else. Good thing there were no more details or they'd be screwed nine ways til Sunday...
Syn always made so much sense when she opened her mouth. You have to do what you think was right and what Miles thought was right was... go to the police and accept his responsibility. That's right, it's what his father would have done and what he'd be proud to see his son do. Just go there and say, "I am responsible and I'm sorry. It was an accident, my dogs just ran unchecked and I promise they will never do it again. Also, I'm a minor, so you can't arrest me." Surely he could work the courage to go and do that. Would it really be that bad an idea?
The television answered that question for him. Miles listened to it dumbfounded and a simple thought flashed in his head.
Screw the cops!
"Wha...What the hell are they talking about!? There's gotta be some kind of mistake! Maybe they meant... The Wedding Day Mass, and they just added that 'acre' in there because they could! Is it FOX News?"
This was inconceivable! 'Extreme carnage'!? When!? And two young men and a woman leaving the scene!? Oh, this was too much!
Miles brought both hands to his head as he tried to make sense of the whole situation, as he paced from one side to the other. Stuff like THIS is why making the right thing was so fricking hard!
"They mentioned us on the news. Did you guys see any carnage happen? It's got to be a lie!"
It had seemed as though her statement settled the whole dispute. Thankfully! She really didn’t want to listen to them argue the whole time.
Ty got the TV to work just in time for them to catch part of a breaking news segment. Syn listened carefully to the report without so much as twitching. Now why couldn’t the males have been as calm? One went into shock while the other practically hit the roof in panic.
Taking a slow deep breath she looked at the boys. “You two have guilty consciences don’t you? Just because they mentioned two young males and a young female leaving the scene doesn’t mean anything. Did you see how many people where there at the wedding? Did you take the time to notice all of their ages? The two of you need to calm down.”
Posted by Ty Fisher on Nov 29, 2012 18:57:53 GMT -6
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Ty sat up, looking at Miles first. "No, Miles. I didn't know about any 'massacre.' I wasn't paying attention, if you know what I mean." Then, he looked at Syn. "What's got me is I passed out not far from a mass killing...That's kinda...shock worthy material. That very well could have been me."
Taking a few deep breaths, he began to speak, calmer this time. "No one had any description, so maybe that wasn't us they saw. Even if it was the police aren't that hard to avoid, if you know what you're doing." He flashed a grin.
"Besides, mass murders and car crashes are kind of out of my league. If it can't fit on someone's person, I ain't touching that," he murmured, trying to get comfy on that couch before giving up and walking over and plopping on the cot. "We were so close...yet had no idea..."
Those usually icy blue eyes had a look of slight fear in them, and he scanned the room, looking for anything that might seem out of place all of a sudden.
Syn had a point, but Miles had another to counter her right back.
"They said the three who left the scene may also be connected to the car pile up and I'm PRETTY SURE who those three were! Seriously, they're trying to pin this massacre thing on us and what are we gonna do? Wave our hand in their face and tell them 'These aren't the mutants you're looking for'? They even mentioned the dogs!"
It was obvious the newscast mentioned them and while Ty could get rid of his stolen wallets and no one would be the wiser, Miles wasn't willing to get rid of his dogs. Taking responsibility for a car crash was one thing, but a massacre? Nuh uh! No siree! They weren't going to pin that on him!
Miles hair looked like a nuclear explosion had taken place from pulling at it with worry. He needed to think. This could seriously spiral down into madness and Ty and Syn were sitting down so calmly! How could they!? He paced in the room again, leaving footprints in the dusty floor of the abando... GAAAH! FOOTPRINTS! They could match his shoes now!
The boy couldn't take the calmness of his two companions and he seriously needed to come up with some sort of plan, because Syn and Ty's plan was pretty much 'Chill, dude'. What could he do? Would he need to hide his dogs forever? No. First things first. He left footprints in the dust and those could be easily cleaned up. There was a narrow door that was probably a bathroom or a broom closet, so he opened it trying to find a broom to sweep the living room with.
Unfortunately, there was no broom. Not behind the plasma TV's, nor next to the microwaves, the computers, the tablets, the car stereos, the game consoles, the piles of cell phones and electronics, not even behind the safe.
What the...!?
Miles furiously bolted back to the living room, pointing at Ty with one hand while tapping at his temple with the other one's fingers.
"YOU SCUMBAG! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?" he yelled at the top of his lungs, then switched to a voice dripping with sarcasm as he tried to imitate Ty's thinking process. "Derp, derp, the cops are after us, let's hide where I stash ALL THE EVIDENCE!"
Ty was much calmer about things with the exception of thinking he was so close to danger while passed out. That paled in comparison to Miles who was freaking out badly. If he pulled any harder on his hair he was going to need a membership to Hair Club for Men.
His pacing around was getting on her nerves. So was the fact that he seemed to freak out more at the fact that he was leaving foot prints. It was when he stormed back in from another room and began shouting and pointing at Ty again that reached her limit. She was going to settle this situation one way or another and so began to fill the apartment with her influence. With the two of them focused on each other and being in panic and SUPER panic modes it wouldn’t take long at all for her power to take hold on them. The thought of making them kiss and make up was becoming more and more tempting now.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Nov 29, 2012 20:35:50 GMT -6
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"Evidence!? What are you talking about? I haven't been here in ages! ......" He paused, walking to where Miles had come from. "...Oh no..." He paled, walking back to the living area as he feared what was to come.
"Guys? We need to get out of here. Like...right now."
But the sound of footsteps above them was evidence that Ty was very much too late.
"Guys. I'm serious. We need to leave, right. Now..." the man repeated, his voice lower and more stern. Suddenly, a figure fell through a hole conveniently located in front of the bathroom door. Landing on his feet. He had to be close to six feet tall, maybe a hundred and eighty pounds with a shaved head, dressed head to toe in black denim.
"Hey!" The guy replied. "What are you punks--Oh hey it's The Fishy!"
Ty grimaced at the nickname. "Gene..."
Suddenly, a tall pink mohawk appeared in the window, followed by a pierced face that was attached to it."Holy Hell, man! Fish!"
"And Mitch...sorry guys...we were just leaving...." Ty replied, starting for the door.
"Awww....not staying?" The one Ty called Gene asked. "After all, the way you ditched out on us two years ago, we thought you were dead. Or...right. You wimped out. That's what you did. I still owe ya for that one." Gene cracked his knuckles as Mitch jumped in through the broken window; he was a little shorter, 5 feet, five inches(Nine, counting the mohawk), and maybe 150, with a wiry figure.
Ty gulped, backing against the wall and surveying the situation. "Syn, Miles..." he finally said. "Get outta here...I uh....got this."
Ty claimed he didn't know what Miles was referring to, but it was all there! What a remarkable coincidence that a thief would end up in a room filled with loot and not know anything about it!
He did, however, pale when he saw the stolen merchandise. He warned them to get out, which wasn't exactly the sort of reaction you'd expect from him if he were guilty. What was going on?
Footsteps above and a large man dressed in black jumping through the roof right afterwards was all the answer he needed. Miles heart jumped as the intrusion was completely unexpected and he raised his hands and arms, immediately surrendering.
Wait a minute... this guy wasn't SWAT. Who the hell was he?
They were old acquaintances of 'The Fishy' by the way they were talking, which wasn't very friendly in the least. Ty kept urging Syn and Miles to go and pretty much... stood his ground. Miles had been angry at the guy, but Ty was actually willing to fight for them, probably risking his life doing so. What was that about 'today a scumbag, tomorrow a hero'?
The boy wasn't exactly the bravest crayon in the box, that was for sure, but he didn't need to be. The reason he hung around with large canines that caused car pile ups and freaked people out was because they made him feel safe. It was they who had no fear, they who obeyed his every order, they who would (re)die for his master... and his friends. And what were the thugs carrying as weapons? Fists? Dude, please...
Miles lowered his raised arms in quick fashion, pointing with his hands at both men. Like shadows jumping from behind the furniture, their eyes glowing a bright red and their throats giving a deep, guttural growl, his thralls jumped at the intruders, catching them unawares. What were the odds that 'Fishy' hung around with mutant dogs?
Astor's maw quickly grasped 'Gene's' arm around his teeth and pushed the surprised bald man to the floor with a powerful tug. Tinaker was smaller, so he went for the other intruder's ankle. Mitch screamed, but remained standing, trying to shake the dog off his leg. The boy had given them a mental order to attack, but not kill, just incapacitate for a while.
"If we go..." he said, grabbing Ty by the sleeve of his jacket and pulling "You're coming with us!"
With the arrival of Ty’s old friends things got a bit more interesting. Unfortunately they interrupted what she had planned for Miles and Ty. Though, depending how long this interruption lasted she might still follow through with her plans. For now there were two uninvited guests to deal with.
Then again…perhaps Miles was going to actually do something besides run away. His dogs grabbed the attention of Gene and Mitch. “Couldn’t of had better timing Miles” Syn got up from the love seat in case she had to help, but for now she was letting Miles handle the situation.
The dogs. Ty'd forgotten all about them in his moment of panic. But he was relieved because though he was sure he could take Mitch, Gene would have proved more of a problem. Then, Ty remembered something. Something very important.
Mitch finally lost his balance, and the pink-mohawk sporting goon began trying to unzip his jacket as the dog continued to tear and tug at his leg. Ty slipped out of his jacket, acknowledging what Miles had said with a nod. Then he rushed to the smaller man, trying to pull his hand away from the jacket
Ty wasn't all that strong, but he had Tinaker to thank for evening the odds a little. As Ty's hand grasped what Mitch had been looking for, he caught a blow to the side of the head, but it did little more than stagger him. Finally he managed to retrieve what he was going for."Haven't changed a bit," he said, now holding a pistol.
"Thanks for the backup, Miles," he said."Mitch always did carry this thing. Never saw him use it one time, but it ain't worth risking it." He looked at them, still squirming as the dogs held on. They weren't going anywhere.
"So...what do we do with em...?" He wondered out loud. Those two had gotten him in some deep crap the last time he'd seen them, then insulted him for not wanting to partake in their new found hobby. He could easily get revenge. But...would he?
By this time, Miles had realized he had, once again, jumped to conclusions. The newcomers were the true culprits and thieves who had stolen all the loot he had found on the bathroom. They were bona fide criminals and Miles had used his dogs to help bring them down! While this gave him a rush of adrenaline and a wonderful feeling of finally doing something right for a change, he was still nervous to boot.
Ty slipped off Miles' grip and wrestled the smaller intruder, whose leg was getting chewed by Tinaker. When 'Fishy' managed to get control on a freaking gun, he paled, realizing how close they had been to a lethal situation. These guys were dangerous! Potential murderers! It was a good thing these men didn't have a clue who he was or they may someday track him down and try to get revenge!
>>"Thanks for the backup, Miles!"
Good grief...
"Yeah, NO PROBLEM!" he yelled, exasperated. "Why don't you tell them my last name as well!?"
Astor had Gene firmly under his control. If he so much as squirmed, the dog would seriously hurt his arm and now that Ty was armed, squirming was a bad idea for him. Miles didn't like staying too close to them though, so he stepped back a little and stood next to Syn. She'd complimented him and for some reason... it felt awfully good.
"Yeah, I did good, didn't I?" he asked the woman. "Are you pleased, Syn? Would you like anything else? Anything at all?"
What was it about her that made him feel like this? There was something in the air, almost imperceptible, he couldn't really tell what it was, that made him feel things he couldn't describe. Was it love? Was it utter devotion? Maybe it was her perfume. Or her shampoo, or maybe her deodorant. No, not her deodorant. That would mean her armpits were sweating and she wouldn't do that. Not Syn. She was perfection incarnate.
Staying by the love seat Syn watched the situation unfold before her. With the dogs handling or at least distracting Ty’s old running mates things were looking pretty well handled. She watched Ty wrestle the mohawk man and come up with a gun. Good thing he still remembered these two low life’s.
Before the goth princess could answer Ty’s question Miles moved over close to her. He began questioning her as well, but his questions sounded more like a puppy looking for acceptance from its owner. It would’ve been cute if it wasn’t annoying and with awful timing.
Now then…how to handle this situation? She hadn’t stopped filling the room with her influence even after the intruders showed up. So Miles and Ty had been exposed for a bit longer than Gene and Mitch. “Ty, give me the gun and then I want both you and Miles to leave the room and take the dogs with you and don’t come back until I come get you. I’ll deal with these two.” She commanded in a calm but serious tone.
Waiting for them to leave the room Syn pointed the gun at Gene and Mitch while still filling the room with her power. Once the two young boys were clear Syn began saturating the room with what she had left of her influence. What she used at the park had taken quite a lot out of her, but she had to use every bit she had to make this plan work.
Until she was certain she had power over the two punks Syn brandished the weapon at them keeping them subdued and distracted. She had gestured for them to move closer to one another so she could keep an eye on them easier. Standing over Gene and Mitch they were given orders from the dark angel. They were to run to the park where the police were and admit they were the reason for the massacre. They would tell the police they killed the female who was with them. With subtle nods the two got up and left the apartment. Syn then went to call Miles and Ty back to the room. “You guys can come out now. They left.” Laying back on the love seat Syn took a deep breath. She had never used her power so much in such a short time.