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.
"Ty, that's not what...Oh---" She cursed, and smacked the wall again, pulling on her hair and stomping her foot against the ground. "Boys are so infuriating!" She snapped, and got to her feet, glaring at him from where she stood, body shaking with sadness and now tears. "I'm not trying to make my life easier you idiot. I'm trying to save your life! Do you think I give a crap about ? I've dealt with these people before on my own and it didn't matter. What's changed is you. I care about you. I just feel so confused by all of this. I just... Ugh!"
It was too much to deal with. With a snarl of frustration, she got a running start and leap the gap back across the buildings, intend on returning to her apartment and locking herself inside. Her bandaged feet felt numb with cold, and she barely noticed the pain they took running. Unfortunately, her feet took a beating in the first jump, and she felt herself yelp in pain, stumble, and found her momentum sending her straight towards the roof hatch door. There was a loud thud as her head hit the door handle, and the blood haired mutant crumpled on the rooftop, everything going dark.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 17:19:35 GMT -6
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"You say you care but you keep trying to ------- push me away! Do you want me or not?!?" he shouted. "I'M infuriating!?! I'd do ANYTHING for you!" Ty let out a strange cross between a growl and a scream. "What good is a saved life if it's ruined in the process...?"
Then, he looked over, just in time to see her make the jump, then fall into the door handle, and then lie motionless on the opposite roof. "Sonofa...." He didn't finish his sentence, standing to his feet and attempting the same jump. He cried out in pain as he made the jump, but managed to keep his balance. That leg was definitely not going to heal in time.
Ty made his way over to her motionless form, rolling her onto her back to check for injuries. At least she seemed okay...though that would probably leave a nice goose-egg. He sat on the ground, leaning against the door and pulling Tses into his lap, minding his injured leg, for once. His left hand ran through her hair, tears rolling once again. Looking down at her, he suddenly slammed his head against the door before just resting there.
"Dammit....why does this have to be so difficult..." He closed his eyes, just letting out all of his emotions in strings of cuss words and tears, the occasional tear landing on his unconscious girlfriend--if she even wanted to be called that anymore.
It was like falling straight into a black void. There was a sharp pain, and then nothing, nothing for what felt like eternity until pain started surfacing again in her thoughts. She whimpered slightly, trying to move, but her body wouldn't respond right away. A few choice profanities slipped out of her mouth, and slowly, her eye opened enough to squint, and she saw a blurry red haired figure starting to come into view.
"Ugh.... I don't recommend trying to open a door with your forehead..." She muttered, the sarcasm rolling off her tongue as naturally as the rest of her words did. She slowly raised and arm to her forehead, and flinched with pain. She was having trouble processing where she was, and what was going on, but her head couldn't quite put things together. It felt like something sticky and unshakable was latched onto her thoughts, dragging them into mucky darkness.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 18:49:18 GMT -6
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Ty held her close, no longer cursing as the river of tears cascaded off of his face like a trickling waterfall. But it seemed he ran out of tears before long. He didn't seem to hear her when she came to, he just held her, still wracked by his feelings of love and confusion.
"Tses..." he said, hoarse from the crying, "I'm so sorry..." He relaxed against the door, still running his hand through her hair, occasionally letting his fingers brush her face.
"I want this to work...I do...But I can't do it alone...I need you..."
Tses made a face, and managed to lift her arm enough to wipe some of his stray tears off her face. Her brain was still fuzzy, but she could still feel thelittle cold prickles on her forehead. "Ugh... you're giving me a bath Fish..." She muttered, and pressed her face into the palm of his hand. She couldn't figure out what was making him cry so much. Their fighting kept flickering through her brain, but it was like listening to a t.v. with the volume down low, and she couldn't hear the words.
"Don't be sorry, dummy... None of this is your fault..." She flinched as a stronger wave of pain crossed her forehead, and it made her whimper slightly.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 19:11:11 GMT -6
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He let his hand rest on her cheek. "Oops. Sorry..." he murmured. Their fight was still buzzing in his head, only unlike Tses, the volume was up too high.
"I feel like it is," Ty replied softly. "I feel like maybe you were better off before I came along. I don't mean to be, but I just feel like maybe I'm...dead weight...a liability...Useless...."
He hung his head, closing his eyes. "Now whoever you used to work for figured out your weakness...me. Maybe I should just...go...and for once not come back...No more Fish...no more weakness..." A stray tear rolled down his face.
Tses felt herself shaking her head, and scooted slightly so she was laying on her side and not on her back. She put her hand on his, and sighed deeply. Her brain felt muggy, but she felt herself talking anyway. "Having you around makes me feel better. Makes me feel stronger. I don't know what I'd do without you, but if I had to, I guess I could figure it out... " She didn't like the sound of it, but if that's what he wanted to do, well, she couldn't stop him, could she? She flinched as a stronger pulse of pain pricked across her head, and it almost brought a tear to her eye. She needed some headache medicine, or something to just knock her out again for good.
But she was too distracted to sink asleep, and too tired to function right now. So she kept talking, and stumbling over her words. "I mean, I guess you could leave, but they already know you mean something to me. You'll always be my weakness. Because I can't erase what I feel for you."
She pulled closer to him, and her fingers touched his in a cautious but tender way. Her head was still pounding with pain, but she could still feel the happy jumps of her heart at the contact. She welcomed it right now. It made her thoughts clearer, and settled some of the doubt in her heart. She needed him here. She couldn't do this without him. "I can't make myself stop loving you." The word slipped out unwillingly, and her face got pink as she tried to avoid looking at him.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 19:41:54 GMT -6
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He let his fingers gently caress her cheek, taking in every word she was saying. "I make you feel....stronger? And here I thought I was just holding you back..." Ugh...this day was the most twisted roller coaster he'd ever ridden. First he was down, then up, then down, then spun upside down, and now he was likely sitting sideways in mid-air or something.
"Tses...I don't think I have the balls to leave...like, ever. I'd always come back." What she said last stunned him, but not in the negative way he was used to. This brought more, yet happy tears to his eyes. He knew that was probably the only way--and likely the only time--she'd say it. But she still said it. And that was all he needed to hear.
"Nothing could stop me from loving you either," he said softly. "That's why I always come back. No matter what happens, or what you do, or what I do." He noticed her looking away, but he kept his eyes on her. It would have been a perfect moment for a kiss, but he didn't go for it. This moment was special just the way it was.
Tses shut her eyes, and the pounding in her head was growing to be too great. She needed to get back inside, and she struggled to sit up, flinching in pain. Everything seemed to swim, and tears sprang in her eyes as she murmured in pain. "Ugh.... I seriously don't feel so great... But we should at least try to get off this roof." She muttered, and tried to get up.
Her movement caused everything to tilt dramatically and she sank back against him, putting her head to her hands. Her stomach was turning, and she had a small suspicion she gave herself a small concision if nothing else. It was probably the dumbest injury she'd ever given herself; a door handle to the forehead trying to avoid her boyfriend. Well, that sure made her feel graceful. Or talented. Talented at getting herself injured maybe.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 22:51:04 GMT -6
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Ty gave a nod as she spoke. "Yeah, I understand," he murmured. "You took quite a spill, after all. Here, I gotcha," Putting an arm around her, just under her arm, he very carefully stood with her. "That aspirin I carry usually work for ya?" he asked, carefully opening the door and leading her inside, supporting her as best he could, only putting weight on his bad leg when walking, but only briefly.
"Okay...we gotta work together here," he said, taking the stairs slowly while gripping the railing with his other hand. Once inside, he led her to the couch, setting her down and going to the kitchen. Ty didn't care the moment got ruined, he was in protective boyfriend mode now.
He went scrounging around, getting a clean wash-rag and a ziplock bag, then checked the freezer for ice. Putting some in the bag, he wrapped the rag around it, then fixed her a glass of water. He returned, giving her the home-made ice pack for her head, and set the water down before pulling out his bottle of meds, taking out two for her as well.
Tses would have shaken her head to answer Ty, but her head was throbbing too much to manage it. She almost laughed at their awkward struggle to make it down the stairs back to the apartment, the door still slightly open from their quick dash outside. She felt bad injuring herself, especially since Ty had had such a long day too, but if she tried to get there by herself she would end up slumped in the stairway and about to puke. "Fish, sit down... you don't have to try to get anything."[/color] She muttered when she heard him going to the kitchen, and sighed when he came back with the ice pack.
"You need to get some ice or something on your leg as well. I'm pretty sure this whole thing hasn't helped you any either." She sighed and sank back into the couch, trying to stop the spinning. Rather than being humiliated like she normally was though, she just felt drained and ready to pass out again. "And it'll totally sound nasty, but grab the trashcan from the bathroom. As sick as I feel, I'd rather have it closer." The last thing she wanted though was to get sick in front of him.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 23:28:01 GMT -6
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"Not have to. Want to," Was his reply as he went to the bathroom, grabbed the trash-can, and set it on the floor next to her before limping back to the kitchen, and making another ice pack. He'd sort of forgotten about the day he'd had. He was just concerned about her.
He sat on the couch, close enough to be comfortable, but far enough away where it wouldn't be too awkward if she did throw up. Then, he pulled up his pants leg and undid the bandage, revealing the ugly, bruised, scabbed-over wound. "Ugh...that's gunna scar real nice..." he muttered, putting the ice pack on it and closing his eyes.
Tses felt herself laugh suddenly when he mentioned his leg getting scared, and winced as it hurt her head. She quickly stopped herself, realizing it was mean, and glanced at him from under her ice pack. "I've long given up worrying about scars." She murmured, leaning her head back into the couch. In the dim light of the apartment, the thin lines stood out on her neck and the areas of her exposed arms. "The most important thing it to make sure it's not infected."
Although she laughed on the outside, inwardly her stomach turned over and over. Once more she started to worry whether or not her scars bothered him, and she shifted so she had her knees up against her, trying to keep her queasy feelings down. He sounded concerned over scarring, and that made her fret a bit. She cared what he thought about her, even when she wouldn't admit it.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 1, 2013 23:52:29 GMT -6
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"Scars don't bother me. I just can't stand the fact that I got mine from a freaking poodle..." Ty grumbled. "I've been keeping it cleaned, wrapped, and all that, so I should be good."
Ty began to relax, looking over at her. "Just so you know, I find you attractive despite your scars," Ty said softly. "They show how tough you are despite it. That you're not just another pretty face. And I gotta admit...I like it." Ty felt himself going back into his sweet, semi-romantic mode again, and he just let it happen. Even though they were both icing injuries.
Tses felt herself glance at him, her eyes hopeful as he spoke. They didn't bother him? She felt herself exhale a little with relief and lowered the ice a little so she could look at him. She didn't look angry as he called her attractive this time. Maybe it was her partial concussion, or maybe she just really wanted to hear it. "You do?" She whispered slowly, face pulled into a hopeful line. "I don't... I feel like I'm wearing a thousand bad memories I can't escape..." She sighed, and put the ice back on her head, but lifted her pant leg.
On the back of her calf, mixed with the red scratches from the hospital and older scars, one long scar stood out. She pointed to it, and then looked back up to him. "Like that one. I fell off a fire escape when I was twelve and landed on a bottle. It broke under me and sliced me clean open. First time I had to give myself stitches. Hurt like hell." She stared at it thoughtfully, tracing the line as if tracing the memory.