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 Ty Fisher on Dec 31, 2012 18:51:02 GMT -6
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Ty backed off when met with the sharp look. "I know it is, Tses. It's alot for me too. But you have nothing to worry about. We'll have our usual times together, and that movie date we talked about is still in progress, but that's gunna be just the two of us, too. I don't blame you for being jealous. If I saw you walking with another guy, I'd probably be feeling the exact same way you are."
He let out a soft sigh, hand still resting on hers. "But you're my girlfriend for a reason. I want to be with you for a reason. Because I care about you. I don't care who or what else comes along, no one or nothing is ever gonna replace you. You're just going to have to trust me," he said softly, shutting his own eyes.
Tses sighed and listened to him talk. It was one of those moments where she was halfway annoyed with his cuddly nature, and halfway comforted by it. The concept of a date made her stomach turn over, and she kept her hand where it was, not taking his, not pulling it away. "I'm not jealous." She felt herself mutter, and shot him a look over her knees. "And so what if you did try to replace me. Doesn't matter." She shrugged, and looked away from him. She wiggled her hand away and hugged her knees, stating at the kitchen. Her body language was counteracting her words. When it came to her emotions, she felt like an open book.
"I've done just fine by myself anyway. I got a new window and fixed the door." She noted, nodding her head towards the newly replaced glass. then she picked at a bit of stuffing still stuck on the arm of the couch she missed when she repaired her stuffed tiger,. She didn't know what to think of all of this. Part of her wanted to just let go and be a couple, and forget all the danger. Go on another date, and have fun. But if there was one thing she knew, life had a way of throwing curve balls. He said he would still be around. But part of her wondered if he would, or if he would get side tracked with his sister.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 11:48:44 GMT -6
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Ty flinched when she pulled her hand away, her words cutting him deep. A tear came to his eyes, but they soon narrowed into a scowl. This was one of those rare moments where her walls were starting to frustrate, rather than sadden.
"Okay, I get it," he snapped, standing to his feet. "You don't need me. I'm just some piece of crap weighing you down, right? It's not like I asked for this to happen. I assure you that I'm never leaving you, and you say it doesn't matter and you can get by alone. Well maybe I need you. Maybe I don't know what I would do without you. I haven't been the same since the day we met, especially after that time at the grocery store. So what, then? You capture my heart then when something comes up you throw it back in my face?"
At this, Ty turned and limped his way to the kitchen, his right foot stomping a little with his newfound anger. Once in the kitchen, he fixed a glass of water and took two more aspirin. This wasn't the kind of headache he was used to. This headache was a throbbing, pounding sort of headache, unlike the steady headache that was like brain-freeze's older brother. The latter, he was getting used to, but this one...no. He let out a sigh, rinsing out his glass and drying it before putting it away.
"You can say you don't care. But maybe I do. You mean the world to me, and I don't care what you or anyone else thinks of that. If it were anyone else, I would have walked away long before now," he said, his voice low as he stared out the kitchen window.
Tses watched his reactions to her words, and as his face got angry, a small part of her started to hurt beneath her tough exterior. She stared at him as he snapped, forcing her face to stay neutral, and listened as he yelled and went to the kitchen. And she hurt... deep inside it hurt, and she wanted to make him come back, and sit back down with her. She wanted to hold his hand, and forget all her worries.
But she couldn't. Because she couldn't be selfish; not this time. She couldn't hold onto him if it was going to put him in danger, and she couldn't get him hurt, not again. She wasn't good for him. Every time she was around him, bad things happened. If she put him at risk, she couldn't forgive herself.
But... she felt so awful. Hearing him describe what she meant to him, then how she was taking it all away.... She would hate herself too. As he limped to the kitchen, she picked up her stuffed tiger and set it in her lap. She stared at the careful stitching that covered up the wound on it's back, and tried to keep her face calm. "Why treat me any different though... You act like I'm going to change one day, but what if I don't? What if this is just me? You can't just torture yourself by being around me forever." She said, refusing to look at him. If she did, she was afraid he'd see the pain in her face.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 12:11:52 GMT -6
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Ty put both hands on the counter, holding up his weight as he sort of hung his head, Tses's words bouncing around in there, buzzing and working their way through his inner being. "I treat you the same way I'd treat any girlfriend, if I'd had one before this," he murmured, not sure if she'd hear him or not.
"It's not torture," he corrected, louder this time. "I've seen what lies beneath the rough exterior. I've felt it snuggled against my chest in the darkest hours of the night, held it close when I had nothing else to cling to. Maybe you see yourself differently than I see you. The first time I saw that outer toughness chip away, I saw something worth keeping. Worth fighting for. I don't care what kind of hell I have to face." He stayed in the kitchen, still looking out the window before closing his eyes.
Tses sighed, and set the tiger on the coffee table, turning her back at him and hugging her knees. A tear drop unwillingly rolled away and stained the denim fabric on her legs, and she forced at least her voice to be calm. "You may be ok with facing that. But what if I'm not? You have no idea what you're in for with me. I'm more than just an emotional risk..." She murmured, and picked at the bandages on her arm. One tug too hard, and the left one unraveled and spun its way into a little pile in front of her feet on the couch. There were only a few flecks of blood on it, but her forearms had mostly scabbed up anyway. With the bare skin exposed, she felt herself picking at one of the little scabs. She watched blood work its way to the surface, and then start to trickle down her arm. The little stings of pain that came from tearing at her skin made her feel better. Just like when she lost her sister, it was almost like a form of self-punishment. She never healed correctly, because she never let herself.
Why should she? Her scars were patterns of her mistakes. Falling off a roof, getting caught by police, getting in a fight with another mutant, getting shoved off a wall... She was used to all these little white lines, little pains, little struggles. But Ty? She couldn't let him go through that. She couldn't let anyone go through that.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 12:28:53 GMT -6
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Ty let out a sigh, tears rolling down his face at what she said. The harsh reality was starting to sink in. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. He knew what he felt for her, but maybe she didn't feel the same way, after all...Slight sobs could be heard coming from the kitchen.
"I don't care!" Ty shouted. "When I say I care for you, it's not just empty words! Dammit I'm crazy about you!" Suddenly, the redhead balled up his wrapped left fist and turned, putting it through the wall with a sickening crack. Shaking, he stood there, staring down the fist-sized hole he made.
"If you're not willing to, then I can tell you right now this isn't going to work..." he murmured as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. He sat on the floor, hugging his knees tightly. He was unable to speak anymore; he had a knot that felt like a softball in his throat and he felt as though his heart had been ripped in two...
The sounds in her ears make Tses' heart break. When she heard him starting to cry, it went from broken, to shattered. It took every ounce of strength for her not to turn around and try to comfort him, but this was what she had to do; maybe she would loose him, but at least he would be alive. And if they weren't together, no one could use him against her. He would be safe.
At least, that was what she told herself.
She flinched as he hit the wall, and his words reverberated in her heart. ..."I'm crazy about you".... It was the worst sort of punishment possible.. She cared, and so she was trying to keep him away. She wasn't heartless, she wasn't just being stubborn this time. She was terrified, for him, and didn't know how to tell him.
But she cared too much to hear his pain.
..."this isn't going to work"... That was all it took. She couldn't take this anymore, she couldn't listen to him talk like this. She felt tears leap from her with a tiny sob and then she bolted, barefoot and jacketless, yanking open the front door and tearing out of the apartment. The pain in her feet didn't bother her, just the pain in her gut. She tore up the stairs and towards the roof, and didn't stop running at the end of the roof. She jumped the distance between her building to the next, and landed on the other side of the divide with a painful crash, injured feet refusing to catch her. The rough concrete ripped her jeans and her bandages, a burning sensation prickling across her body. But she just curled up there, under the starlight, and let herself cry. She couldn't do this, she couldn't live with herself if she did. She pulled her knees close, buried her face in them, and pressed her back into the lip of the building trying to make herself disappear. Why did she have to meet him? Why did someone have to care?
They were both going to get hurt in the end now... and it was her fault for letting it happen.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 13:00:31 GMT -6
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Ty pulled at his hair, hands tangling in it. He heard the sound of her sobbing, and the sound of footsteps. It took him a minute to gather what had just happened. He'd hit a wall...she'd left...were they....did he...?
Yes. He'd just torn her heart in two, and ran her out of her own apartment. His heart sank, but he found himself standing to his feet and running after her, ignoring the throbbing pain in his left shin as he hobbled up the stairs and to the rooftop. His eyes scanned the blackness of the night for her, but she wasn't here. He knew she'd climbed up...but where...?
There was an adjacent building, and he could barely see the faint shadow thanks to the city lights providing him a little to see by. He saw her curled up on the next rooftop, the problem would be getting there. He didn't care that he wasn't at 100 percent. His only thought was her.
He didn't get a very good start, thanks to his bum leg, and when he jumped, he barely made it. Ty found himself hanging from the edge of the roof, clinging to the ledge for dear life--literally. Slowly but surely, he managed to pull himself up. The throbbing pain in his leg made it hard for him to walk, so he crawled on his belly just to get to her. But he didn't touch her, didn't say a word. He just curled up next to her, crying his eyes out.
This was so unfair...so confusing. Life was finally starting to look up at least a little, then today decides to come along and kick him down again. He was spiraling out of control, and he was losing the one person he truly cared about...
Tses didn't hear Ty until he was right next to her, and she curled away, keeping her face buried in her legs. Part of her was frustrated she had to share her hiding spot; after all, she was crying here first. But then she realized he'd come after her, and she glanced at him with wet blurry eyes, concern for him outweighing her pain. She could only imagine what it felt like jumping here after here with his newly injured leg. Probably about as painful as it was for her with her bare feet. She tried to steady her breath shakily, but it just made her cry harder and she tried to muffle her tears in her knees as she sat up enough to clutch her legs. What a sight them must be... two tough little thieves crying like this. It was embarrassing...
But touching at the same time.
"I can't do this..." Tses sobbed, shaking her head while the words were barely audible through her knees. "I care too much to push you away, and I care too much to let you go. I'm so ---- selfish..." She cursed, and slammed her fish into the concrete behind her. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I should have just jumped off the building instead..." She cried, and tried desperately to breathe with the fire of the tears chocking her lungs.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 13:22:16 GMT -6
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Ty sniffled, listening to her words. He still wanted this to work, with every fiber of his being, he wanted this to work out. Reaching over, he put a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry too..." he whispered. "No you shouldn't have...If I can't live with myself now, how do you think it'd be if you did that?" he asked, more firmly this time. "I don't wanna leave. I don't....I don't think I could..." He rolled so his back was to her, his hand dragging slowly across her back until it finally hit air, then he curled up in the fetal position, crying his eyes out.
At this point, Ty just didn't know. He kept telling himself they could do it but....he just didn't know.
Tses felt a break come in her tears, and a small little snort of laughter broke through as she shook her head in frustration. The whole situation seemed ridiculous to her now; two grown adults just sitting her back to back on a rooftop crying. "This is so dumb..." She said, breathe still ragged with the tears she couldn't stop. "Some couple we are... just a couple of cry babies..." She hit her head against her knees, and felt her shoulders slump slightly, body aching with pain; emotionally and physically. "Ty, I don't want you to go. I've never wanted you to go... I like having you around, but the trouble is, I like it too much. You + me? It's a disaster waiting to happen." She muttered, trying to swipe away a few of her tears, lifting her head just enough to do it.
"You mean too much for me to be with you....to put you in danger." She whispered, and she wasn't even sure he could hear her. It felt like everything just kept spinning around in her head, slowly drifting out of control. They were a chemical reaction that shouldn't mix, and it was bound to blow up eventually.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 13:37:25 GMT -6
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"You're not making any sense..." Ty mumbled, leaning back against her. "You're saying you like being around me, and how much I mean to you...then you contradict it. Maybe You + Me does equal disaster..." He sighed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
"But Me minus You equals an even bigger disaster. I put myself in danger all the time. At least when I'm with you...it's worth it. Anything I have to face is worth feeling you snuggle against me...feeling your lips against mine...knowing that we're not in this alone anymore...." He brushed away a stray tear.
"Tses...I don't know what I would do without you...I really don't wanna have to find out..."
The soft pressure of Ty's back against hers was comforting, but she still flinched at his touch. In her head, the images from the night before kept playing over and over. She didn't know how to make this work. She didn't know how not to feel afraid. But she knew, the truth was a good place to start.
"Ty, I've lived on the streets since I was nine years old. I've been stealing since I was five, because my dad never let me have anything, and if I wanted to survive, I had to take it. I don't know how to be normal. I don't know how to get things the normal way. And I didn't get to where I am now by making friends... and some of those decisions are coming back to haunt me.
"I was twelve when I stole my metal staff. Back then, I did it for fun, but it became part of me. A weapon. I used to think it was just my greatest theft, but then, when I moved to New York, I realized there was more to it. I was being watched. The person I stole it from chose to keep an eye on me instead of punish me, because they thought I could be of use.
"I was 18 years old when I got recruited to help do data retrieval jobs for that man. I got files and folders and other information that would blackmail other mutants. I'm not proud of it, but I did what I had to. I looked after myself. Back then, the only person I had to worry about was me. It was just another theft; I never imagined the consequences it would cause." Tses sighed, her head lifted and the tears still running down her face, but her voice calm now. She stared out into the empty air, and kept talking, feeling the weight lift, and then crush her again. There was no real sanctuary from the guilt of her past.
"Things went on for awhile, but then one of those encounters went bad. I was instructed to pick up some files, but when a girl confronted me I left without them, and told my boss it didn't work. So he tried to kidnap her instead. I was sitting on a rooftop, watching that girl's face when her bodyguard got shot in the struggle, and her handler was badly injured. But they got away. It was a small victory, but they managed to escape. Everyday, I saw that girl's fear in my head, and I realized: I did that. I felt like a monster. So I left that life behind, and just stuck with stealing, because maybe someone lost a $5 bill, but no one lost a life. The problem with running from the past though, is eventually it catches up."
She set her head back on her knees, and shut her eyes, the images playing across her vision. The terrified girl, with grey blue eyes and blond almost white hair. The screams, and the yelling, then the gun fire. And finally, the smirk of Kystler as he let his gun drop, letting the retreating figures disappear into the night. She always swore he attacked them to make a point to her, and it was the same point he made when she tried to stand up to him. That day, he crushed her hand until she heard the bone snap, and she crumbled in pain at his feet. When she looked up at him, there was dark laughter in his eyes, and she had felt cornered, trapped by him. She felt that way today.
"Ty, the people I worked for came back.. and they want my help again. They know about you, and if I don't work for them... you'll be in danger too.... I can't put your life on the line. And I won't. But... even if they go away now, it won't take away the danger, won't take away the risk. I don't know how to care about you, because the more I care, the more afraid I am. My feelings put you in danger. If I didn't have them, they couldn't use you against me..."
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 16:11:54 GMT -6
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Ty'd managed to stop crying long enough to listen to her story, eventually moving so he was sitting up, chin resting on his knees as he took in every word she spoke of her past. Nothing he did in his own past could hold a candle to that, and he knew it. But she was sending those mixed messages again. Or was she? Maybe her point was clear the whole time...
His heart went out to her, but he knew he couldn't blame her. Just something else for him to take in and deal with. One more element added to his state of confusion.The real question was....what was he going to do? Sighing softly, he turned to look at her.
"So...this is it then...?" he said slowly, the very words making him sick to his stomach. "I'm supposed to just walk away, taking your feelings for me, so it'll make your life easier..."
He forced himself to his feet, muttering quiet strings of curses as his stomach sank even lower, his heart lodged in the pit of it.
"Point taken," he said, a little twang of bitterness in his voice. He didn't look back, he just walked over to the edge of the roof, sitting down and looking down into the alley, surveying the fire escape. Any other night, he'd have probably been on his way down, disappearing into the night by now. But not tonight. He knew if he tried with his leg being like it was, he'd end up spilling his landing and probably knowing his luck roll all the way to the bottom.
"Maybe it's better this way..." he murmured, still looking down. "Maybe I'm just a fool for trying."