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?
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She nodded to both of his responses, shrugging for one, unsure of what to do for the other. "... I found a life here." She stated, slipping a browned patty onto a plate that was already piled with others.
New York had been first first everything. Her first job, her first friend, her first crush. By the time she'd found the answers that had brought her to the school in the first place, she... she hadn't really wanted to go home again.
Slapping a goofy smile on, she piled another patty onto the plate, set the pan off to the side, and grabbed a fork and napkins. With all the care her mother used to show, she went about setting the table. Syrup from the cupboard, a small container of nuts from another, and a bottle of cinnamon from the spice rack.
"These are greek pancakes. My mother taught me how to make them when I was very young." The plate was Persi's, which she set down and scooted toward him. She'd make herself a second plate with what was left of the batter.
"I tried using that pre-made batter when I first came here, but it tasted like cardboard. So I have taken to using my mothers recipes whenever I cook. I do hope you like them."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 12:59:37 GMT -6
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"Oh." Persi didn't really have a response to that. A life--or the things that a life implied, anyway--was a good thing to have. It would be an encouraging story, if half the people here didn't hate him and he hadn't already had a life that got ruined. That didn't seem like something that she wanted to hear, though, so Persi didn't say anything.
...Persi did not know it was possible to set a table that carefully. Especially when the result didn't actually look different from other set tables. Setting the table had always been his and Irri's job, and they'd just dropped everything on the table as quickly as they could get away with. He didn't feel any particular guilt over the fact, and would not change what he did at all if he had to set a table again, but it was weird to see that anyone actually cared about setting a table.
The pancakes looked... prettymuch like pancakes. Syrup was familiar. Nuts made sense, cinnamon was a little more confusing, although when he thought about it it didn't seem like it would be that bad with pancakes. Might be weird with syrup though. So he tried the pancakes without anything on them first, just because it was simpler. "They're good, I like them. Uh...." He still had no idea how cinnamon and syrup went together, though. Greek pancakes implied they did somehow, but he had no idea. "Cinnamon?" The trio of toppings were getting a very confused look from Persi, which hopefully would be a bit more interpretable than what he was saying.
She smiled without turning, and hummed. "The cinnamon is what normally goes on them, but most Americans I have met prefer their syrups."
She finished the batter off and deposited the empty bowl in the sink, turning the stove off and setting the hot pan to the side. After grabbing her plate, and a fork, she sat herself down at the opposite end of the table and sprinkled her's with cinnamon. "Truthfully, I had to change the recipe a little. My mother learned it from my great grandmother. It originally used currants, olive oil, and sea salt, with honey, walnuts, and cinnamon instead of syrup."
Those were fond memories. The moments she'd spent standing on a stool, barely tall enough to peer over the lip of the counter while her mother hummed sweetly and made lunch. They were also memories tinted with sadness, however. After her most recent visit home... her last visit, all of those sweet glimpses of the past were forever changed.
She settled down, picking at her food momentarily before digging in with all the manners she could muster at four-something in the morning.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 17:09:56 GMT -6
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"Okay." Persi eyed the pancakes for a few seconds, then began cutting them in half. One half got syrup, and the other got cinnamon. The nuts went on both, since he liked those and couldn't see any reason they wouldn't go well with the rest of it.
Cinnamon on pancakes was... odd. Not very sweet, but not not sweet. It took some getting used to, but wasn't bad. Which made it kind of unfortunate he'd put syrup on the other half of the pancakes already....
Honey, walnuts, cinnamon, and currants Persi could see going with pancakes. Once he remembered what currants were, anyway. Sea salt... Persi had more trouble wrapping his mind around that one, but salt was part of basically everything, so it probably worked. Olive oil... he really couldn't see how olive oil would taste good with pancakes. Then again, he never liked how it tasted as part of anything....
Persi was mostly done with the cinnamon half of the pancakes by the time Andrea sat down, which made him feel slightly bad because he was pretty sure that waiting for everyone to have food before you ate was supposed to be polite, but not that much because she had been cooking, so him eating would be a compliment for her too. So he could live with that.
She smiled at seeing that he was trying both ways. It was... endearing. It didn't matter to her that he was half way through his plate; she had a tendency to eat faster than most, considering she had a larger appetite... and mouth. A larger jaw tended to help quite a bit.
"So..." What did people normally talk about while eating? She was usually too busy eating to think about things to say. "When did you find out you had a mutation?"
She'd heard that it tended to surprise most people... Having been born with her's there had been a long stretch of years where she'd thought nothing of having a different skin color from her parents. Her background was vastly different from most, though. Although Saphirus didn't agree with her on how she was raised, the flip side would have been having a spot light on her from society. She couldn't imagine growing up anywhere other than Rhodes, where although lonely her childhood had been a happy one.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 16:32:30 GMT -6
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That... was probably a question Persi should have expected. He hadn't, though, and his immediate response to it was to half choke and start coughing. Not for too long, but that the question had surprised him was probably still obvious. "Um." How exactly was he supposed to tell that story? It wasn't really one he liked, or one anyone here would probably want to hear, at least not accurately.
"I wasn't sure for a long time, it's not really an obvious one. We--my twin--kind of wondered, but we couldn't tell. His was a little more obvious though, so since we're identical we figured I had to have one," and that was the only good thing about it at all; Persi wasn't going to abandon Irri to hell for being a mutant, even if the only alternative was to be one too, "so we tried it, and figured it out. We were thirteen, maybe?"
And then Persi had locked himself in his room for days, and started wearing black so he could mourn because he was pretty sure at the time that sinning meant your soul was already dead, and the sin had possessed you which was why you still seemed alive. Like vampires, basically, only real. He'd figured out eventually that that was wrong--Irri lecturing him over it had helped--if only because if the soul died because the sin pushed it out, then the soul wouldn't have sinned so it couldn't go to hell. Mutants went to hell, so his soul couldn't have died. He'd never decided if that was a relief or a disappointment, but he'd kept wearing black; it was a nice color anyway.
One twin had a power, so the other must have one too... She... she honestly wouldn't have had that thought if she had been in his shoes. Or, at least, she wouldn't have wanted to know. When she'd been old enough to realize how different she was, and what that meant, it had been devastating. "His was more obvious? How so?"
Was it physical? Maybe something he could not control? Her sympathy for Blake and his brother was only growing ever larger. He seemed like such a nice boy... and from how he spoke of his twin, she could only assume the same about him.
"You mentioned that your brother was not caught... will you be able to see him again? Will he transfer to this school as well, or visit you here?" She absently wondered what his parents must be going through. Having to split two children up like that in order for them to continue their educations. Had she not still been half asleep and in the process of fixing her hunger, she would have rightly been angry about such a thing. What gave anyone the right to kick a child out of school because of something he couldn't help?
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 17:14:55 GMT -6
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"Um." This also would have been an uncomfortable topic, if Persi wasn't busy being embarrassed about it. Which might qualify as uncomfortable too, but was at least a slightly better uncomfortable. "He can like... put a thought in someone's head. Make them think of it. I can make whatever they're thinking of stick, so they'll keep thinking about it. But it works a lot better with things that stick anyway... I just make things more memorable, sort of. So we weren't sure if I was making things stick, or if they just were sticking."
All embarrassment was forgotten at her next question, and Persi went white while his head snapped back up to look at her. "No! No, he's... they don't know he's a mutant. And he's stubborn, and kind of an idiot, if they find out he'd start yelling at them or something, and they'd shoot him." Panic died out fairly quickly, and Persi was back to hunching his shoulders and staring at the table. "He was sick when they found out about me, so he was at home, so they either told him I was hit by a car or that a mutant killed me. Hopefully the car, he doesn't always trust them when they blame mutants for things...."
Her food was suddenly forgotten at Blake's outburst. Hit by a car? Killed by a mutant? She was... struck, thoroughly unable to think of anything at all to say. Why would anyone anyone do that? Tell someone that his brother was dead simply because he was a muta-
...oh. Memories from her trip home floated to the surface, and she fixated on the words her father had said... of what he had done. Denouncing her as his child, in front of her young sibling and her mother, because she was afflicted with the same curse as her real dad.
The Gorgon shut up quickly, picking at her meal while fixing her eyes on the table. She didn't know how to try and console him, she wasn't even sure she had the people skills to attempt such a thing yet. All she could hear was her mothers voice, quiet and sad, asking her- begging her- never to return to Greece.
"I... I am sorry. It is a truly terribly thing you have had to suffer through."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 17:51:32 GMT -6
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Persi kept staring at the table. It did suck, or at least it felt like it, but it was also fair, so it wasn't really that bad, he was just being over sensitive. If it was fair, he shouldn't complain. Which didn't mean he was going to get Irri caught--if Irri got to live better than fair, Persi wasn't going to take that away. But he still shouldn't complain that he'd started to get what he deserved. "It's... not that bad. It could be worse." That much, at least, Persi was sure of, and pretty sure everyone was aware of. "Someone showed me this place pretty quickly." Largely because they'd been going there anyway, and they'd only met because Isabel tried to kill him, but still. It hadn't had to happen.
...Also, he was supposed to be eating. About two thirds of the syrup half were still left, and it wasn't like Persi was full. Certainly not starving either, but not full. Even if his appetite had mostly died at the last few thoughts. Still, it wasn't like the pancakes tasted bad, and it would be rude not to eat. Persi was still much slower about beginning to eat again.
And this silence might not be as awkward as others, but it was making up for that by being depressed. "Um. So." Not that Persi knew how to end the silence. He was kind of bad at that. "I don't really know many people here." That he got along with, anyway. "Who do you know?"
She fidgeted in her seat, her hunger all but gone. Her serpents were still sleeping, tucked away around her shoulders and in her hair.
"I do not know many, truthfully. There was a period of time where I did not live here." She gestured toward Sloth's thick body around her neck, "When the snakes appeared I left this school. I--" It was still painful to admit, and held a certain weight of shame and guilt... but he was being more than gracious in answering her awkward questions, even though they were obviously distressing.
"...I was very frightened that I would hurt people, so I ran away."
Recent events, and the knowledge of what that selfish action had done, was a bitter pill to swallow. Still, she managed a small smile and tried to seem like it didn't bother her. "I lived at a place called the sanctuary for a while in seclusion. It... It was nearly the end of me."
The corners of her smile were pinched, a sign of the stress she was going through. She wanted Blake to see that she would reciprocate the honesty he was showing her, though. "It was one of the worst mistakes of my life... I underestimated what the people here thought of me, and how they would react to my appearance. Truly, you will find a place here, I am sure of that."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 18:42:16 GMT -6
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"Oh." That, at least, was something Persi wasn't ever going to have to worry about. Being weak was humiliating a lot of the time, but he wasn't ever going to hurt anyone, because he wasn't capable of it.
"Someone mentioned Sanctuary. Kaitlyn. She didn't say much about it, though." And it was beginning to sound like maybe there were more differences between it and the Mansion than he'd picked up. Anywhere that came close to ending someone probably wasn't a good place. Not that this place didn't seem to be capable of accidentally killing Persi... but that was probably a slightly different kind of almost ending.
"...Maybe." Persi didn't think so. He hadn't fit in at home, and now that he was here it was the same; he was weaker than everyone, and most people didn't like him anyway. It wasn't a very promising start. Arguing seemed likely to hurt her feelings, though, and even if not it would be rude. Besides, Persi was getting really tired of serious topics. "...Do you have a favorite movie?"
"It is a shelter for people with mutations. It is.. um.. different than here. Not a school, so people are more open about things." Like swearing, nudity, and setting things on fire.
... not that she wasn't guilty of that very thing.
Persi changing the subject was once again welcome, if a little surprising. Now it was onto her favorite movie?... How was she to choose? "I... I do not know, really. I love so many movies."
Pursing her lips, she poked at her food and wondered. Musicals were pretty far up on her list, as were many old black and white movies. She also loved children's movies because of how lighthearted they tended to be.
"I guess one of my favorites would be It's a Wonderful Life. You know, every time a bell rings, an angel gets her wings?" She loved that part of the movie specifically, mostly because of the imagery of the family together beside the Christmas tree.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 28, 2013 22:13:29 GMT -6
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"Like what?" Apart from skipping school and it generally being a waste, Persi wasn't sure what you could be open about outside of it and not in one. Well, talking and wearing hats and other things that schools didn't allow in class, but that probably wasn't what she meant either.
Loving movies was something Persi could understand. Granted, he could pick a favorite, but still; he understood why she was confused. "There are a lot of good ones."
...That, however, was not one Persi would include among them. At least, not the ones he liked. "Yeah... I dunno, that one's kinda boring to me...." And sappy. And cliche. And generally everything Persi was still inclined to make grossed out faces at. "I like Harry Potter better." Some more than others, sure, but any of them were better than sappy family movies.
Er... how was It different? "well.. um..." She fidgeted, "I do not know exactly how to explain it. It may be different for me in ways that it is not for other people. For me, it was different because it was an experience I was not used to. Some people were friendly, while others were rather hostile. Some of the people there," One stood at the forefront of her mind, a rainbow scaled girl who'd gotten her involved in a robbery against her will, "... not many, but some, actively break laws. It is most unfortunate."
Of course, she wasn't about to mention any specifics. It was bad enough that it had happened at all, let alone that she had been a part of it.
"I.. have never watched any of those." She admitted, finally abandoning her food since her appetite had not yet returned. "I read books like that, though." Not the actual books he was talking about.