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 smiled, nodding softly. "I do, Tses. You're very pretty to me." He listened to her speak, looking at the scar she pointed out.
"Proves my point. They show you're toughness. If I did that when I was twelve, I wouldn't have even thought to stitch myself. I'd have done nothing more than sit there and bawl like a baby." He slid closer to her.
"Mine's gonna be a cool scar, but...a freaking poodle....really?" He gave a dry chuckle, shaking his head.
Tses felt herself smile a little slowly, and felt herself actually blush. For a second, she looked like a regular teenage girl, instead of one who grew up way too fast. "Well.... I didn't have anyone to look after me growing up, so I kinda learned to look after myself. Stitch it or die. Makes stabbing yourself with a needle seem a little more pleasant."[/color] She chuckled slightly, and then flinched as it shot a pang of pain through her head.
"And I've always been afraid of poodles. They make me nervous. I almost got bit by one as a kid. Was clinging to a fence for dear life when the thing tore off my pant leg. About that point in time I decided to wear boots. More bite proof." She smirked, and shrugged her shoulders.
"Anyone who laughs at a poodle hasn't been on their bad side. Poodles are like pigtails. Don't underestimate them." She winked, and closed her eyes, letting the ice sink into her aching head.
Ty had to admit, he liked this side of her. It was cute, at least until she flinched. "Yeah, that makes sense," he replied thoughtfully.
"Yeah...I hate them. They're so....stupid looking. And the way they're groomed is just..." he shook his head, laughing dryly. "They're like the temperamental fruit-cake of the dog world. And man are they UH-GLY~" Okay maybe it wasn't the best joke, but it worked, right?
"True. But I love what's under a certain pair of pigtails," he murmured, sliding over to take her hand, then slipped back into protective mode. "Hey, uh...you need to lie down?" he asked.
Tses giggled, and quickly covered her mouth and it turned into a snort. Ok, so it wasn't quite that funny, but she had this image of a fruitcake with legs and extra frosting in her head now, barking and yapping and attacking people. Fruit-cake dog perhaps wasn't the best way to convince the world how dangerous poodles were. But it was still humorous. At least to her slightly concussed brain it was.
"Owee don't make me laugh right now." She felt his hand on hers, and curled her fingers around his naturally. It was odd, she was getting used to at least that level of being a couple. Kissing was still terrifying to her though; she didn't know why, but she figured with time she'd get used to that too.
She blushed at his compliment, then frowned at his protectiveness. The frown was because she knew he was right, and that was only slightly----well sorta more than slightly----irritating. "I guess... everything just keeps spinning one way or another though." She muttered, putting the ice back down and flinching. "Although, I know this is supposed to help my head, its making the rest of me cold. I hate ice." She muttered, a bit of her usual charming self showing back through.
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"Sorry," Ty said, stroking her hand with his thumb before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. "Yeah...that seems like a cue to lie down," he murmured as she put the ice down.
"Yeah, ice tends to do that, but it'll keep a bump from forming too badly." He stayed where he was, just enjoying the moment for now, before he took the ice pack off his leg and looked at her.
"I can take you to bed if you need me to," he said, then blushed. "I mean, walk you to the bed," he stammered. "So you can lie down. You do need your rest."
A flurry of emotions crosses Tses' face at Ty's last comment, from mad, to taken aback, to flustered and then she settled somewhere at awkwardly embarrassed. Based on her current level of comfort with kissing, she could only imagine the danger he'd be in if he suggested anything more.
Her skin still seemed to give her happy tingles from him kissing her hand, but her brain still had the icy prickles from the ice pack. She set the ice on the table, and gingerly touched her forehead. A bump had formed right above her left eye, but at least it was high enough her bangs should cover it, or a hat could. "I'm going to have a lovely bruise..."[/color] She murmered, and sighed.
"I guess it is getting late. . . Although you're going to humiliate me with all this helpful boyfriend stuff." She murmured. She would have been more stubborn about getting there herself, but as it stood she was still to terrified she was going to puke, and the last thing she needed to do was try to hobble over to the bed herself, then end up face planting on the ground.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 2, 2013 16:18:21 GMT -6
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"You and me both," Ty murmured. "I don't want you getting hurt or falling or passing out or anything," he argued. "Besides, I keep my distance relatively in public, so that eases the humiliation," he teased, moving so he could support her weight again.
Standing with his arm around her, he hobbled with her to the bed, though it had to look pretty funny the way they had to do that. When he got her situated on the bed, he dragged the trash can so she could still get to it if need be.
"Okay, you're all set. I guess I'll claim my spot on the couch. Holler if ya need me, okay?" he said softly, kissing her on the forehead before walking over to the couch and plopping on it, propping his sore leg on the armrest.
Tses sank into the bed after Ty helped her over, and curled up like a cat under the blankets. She shut her eyes tightly, and tried to stop the world from spinning from all the movement. It felt like she was stuck in a washing machine or a dryer, and kept going around and around.... It was a rather miserable experience, but at least she hadn't puked yet. She distantly felt the kiss on the forehead, but that was mostly because it sent small pricks of pain along with the fuzzy emotions, and his words seemed distant and muffled.
Her thoughts drifted quickly away, and she was asleep before Ty had finished settling in on the couch.
As she slept, she slowly drifted from darkness into dream that gradually grew strength in her mind...
The lights of New York glimmered overhead, and Tses gazed around, a smile appearing on her face. Paying the taxi, she started off down the sidewalk with a slight skip in her step. After living in Chicago for so long, coming to this bigger city felt like a dream come true. All around, people bustled past, and they hardly glanced her way, but that was part of the fun. To here, this careless attitude was a thieves paradise. She was going to make a home here. She just knew it.
As she stood, the images blurred, and she was in an apartment, trying to get her new cat neighbor to let her shut the door. After taking a hefty welcoming gift of cookies and cakes, some of them with bits of cat fur clinging to the packaging, she sighed and plopped them on the table, jumping as another knock sounded. With a flustered breathe, she moved over to the door, and pulled it open. Instead of seeing and old woman, there was a slick dressed man standing in the way.
"Who are you?" She asked. But the figure didn't speak. He just pulled out a knife, and started into the room. "What do you want!" She yelled, backing up in the empty apartment. Her memories had flickered into a nightmare, and now the figure was a faceless monster, circling her threateningly. She glanced behind her, and in the center of the room, there was a tiger. It stared at her with glass textured eyes, as large as a real animal, but with fur that looked like a stuffed animal. It meowed like a cat, whimpering in fear, and Tses stepping in front of it, trying to block it from the stranger with the knife.
"Go away!" She yelled, and tried to turn on her powers. But nothing happened. Panicking, she tried once more, and looked for anything to defend herself, but nothing was there. She turned to the tiger, begging it to help, but it just stared at her with it's empty eyes. She glanced behind her just in time to see the figure raise it's knife, and she screamed as it came barreling down into her back....
As the pain from the dream exploded into the pain of reality, she jerked upright in bed, scream still resounding in her ears. Her yell melted into a sob of tears, and she curled into a ball, rattled and disoriented. On the wall, the clock struck 1:45am, and kept ticking away.
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Ty took awhile to settle on the couch. Not that it was uncomfortable, his leg had started to throb, and it was annoying. So, he took the time to reclean and re-bandage it before lying down again, taking his jacket off, and crossing his arms across his chest. Finally, the exhaustion of the day began to weigh on him, and his eyes shut into a deep sleep.
Until he was awoken by a piercing scream. He jerked up from his spot on the couch, rolling onto the floor with a sharp THUD. But he was up in a flash, running to Tses's bedside the best he could. He stood over her, looking concerned. "Tses? I think you had a nightmare," he said softly. "I'm here. It's okay," he whispered, sitting on the side side of the bed.
Tses heard Ty talking, and it took a while for her thoughts to process what he was saying. It was just a nightmare... it was going to be ok... But she didn't feel ok. In fact, she felt quite the opposite. She felt like her head was going to split open and everything inside it was going to explode. In her head, the images kept flashing, and as she processed them she knew they were just images for her nightmare. But part of it elt real. The knife, the stranger, and the pain she was now feeling.
With a small little whimper, she opened her eyes and stared into the darkness. She could just see the silhouette of Ty, and then the tears blocked him out and she buried her face back in her pillow. She muttered something into it that sounded like 'i'm such a baby...' and she tried to stop herself form shaking.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 2, 2013 17:15:47 GMT -6
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Ty looked at her through the darkness of the room as she buried her face in her pillow, crying and sobbing. His hand slowly slipped under the covers, finding her back. Gently, he began to scratch and massage, humming a soft tune as he lay on his side next to her, his hand being the only part of him under the covers, however.
The redhead didn't say a word, he just snuggled against her, rubbing her back and humming that soft, soothing tune. He didn't know what she'd dreamed about, but he didn't care. He just wanted her to feel better, and unafraid. He hated seeing her like this, but at least this way he could be there for her.
Tses felt his hand on her back, and she flinched slightly, then relaxed at his touch. It felt nice, and she felt her tense muscles slowly relaxing as she listened to him hum. In her head, the images kept spinning, but his voice seemed to nudge the darkness away from them, like pins in the darkness, letting the light shine through. It would be ok. Nothing was going to get to here right now. And nothing was going to get to Ty either. Somehow, they'd make it through this, and everything would be alright.
"I hate being alone..." She felt herself whispering, and she scooted back slightly, cautiously settling against him. It was more cute than anything else, and she was just looking for the comfort of another person. "I always act like I prefer it, but.... it scares me."
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 2, 2013 17:33:50 GMT -6
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Ty cautiously slid under the covers, massaging her back with both hands now as he listened. "I know, I'm the same way," he whispered as she relaxed into him. "I hate being alone. I've been alone for a long time, up until you came along, but I always feel better with someone. The only good thing about being alone is not endangering anyone else. But I feel it's better knowing I have someone to turn to. Someone like you."
As he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, continuing to hum some more. His hands moved to her shoulders, still trying to keep her relaxed. At this moment, he felt nothing could go wrong.
Slowly, Tses's breathing grew more rhythmic, and her crying stopped. She didn't fall back asleep quite yet, but she stared into the darkness, just listening to him talk. She wondered how he felt growing up, before they met. He talked about the friends he had, but maybe that was different... Maybe this was different. The type of comfort he brought was more intimate. It was more that just fun and games, it was knowing if something happened, she could turn to him. She felt herself starting to trust him, and letting down many of the walls she kept up to keep him again.
She reached up slightly, at caught one of his hands with hers. She felt his skin touch hers, and figured it was the one he'd lost his glove on. She traced the back of his hand, and closed her eyes, sighing slightly. This felt right... but unlike Ty, it she felt like everything could go wrong now.
"I still feel afraid for you though... Am I selfish because I want you here, and that puts you in danger?" She asked, holding his hand a little tighter.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Jan 2, 2013 20:37:08 GMT -6
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Ty felt his left hand touch the skin of her hand, and he shuddered a little, but it was good. He liked it. He slid closer to her, fully clothed except for his shoes.
"You don't have to be afraid for me. I don't care that I'm in danger. I want to be with you that badly." He stopped massaging, taking her hand in his left while his right arm wrapped around her. "It's not selfish. I don't think so, anyway. In your position, I'd probably feel the same way. I admit I was confused at first, but now that I understand, I'm not leaving you to dry. Besides, if they know what I mean to you, it doesn't matter. We might as well make the most of it."
He smiled softly as he finished speaking. His body became relaxed and his breathing steadied. "There's nothing to be afraid of. We just take it as it comes."