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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Tses felt herself let out a breathe when he admitted the blood wasn't his, but his next reactions surprised her. His voice sounded like he was in pain, and as he took his hand away and started to leave, she stood frozen with surprise.
"Take care of myself? Seriously?" Tses took the few steps necessary to catch up with him and spun him around. It was probably rougher than it needed to be, but her irritation was leaking through. "How in the world did you cause me an trouble? Last time I checked, I was standing in an angry mob of shoppers and you helped me get away. You need to calm down and listen to yourself."
Without thinking she grabbed his jacket and swiped one hand across the leather, swiping up some of the blood. "This-"She held it up to his face, the red shimmering on her cloth wrapped hands. "-Happens. There is nothing you can do about it, there is nothing you can do to change it. Yeah, it sucks. But you can't fall apart over something that's never going to be undone." She kept her hand clenched on his jacket, in case he tried to run. If there was one thing he wouldn't leave behind, there was a chance it would be his jacket; or rather, inside his jacket.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 8, 2012 18:05:11 GMT -6
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Stopping only for a second, Ty lifted up the bottom of his shirt, using it to wipe the blood off of his face. The shirt was already ruined anyway. Suddenly, he jumped, feeling himself get spun around quite roughly, and he was again facing Tses.
As she spoke, he listened, though he noticed she grabbed his jacket; she knew he'd never leave that behind. "This kinda thing tends to follow me around," Ty explained, at least not crying anymore. "I don't wanna leave you, but I don't wanna end up getting you hurt or worse...What if I'd been holding the gun in my other hand, or in a different position that I had when I got snatched up like that? That guy could have easily been you. Thing is, I'm not used to being on the giving end of this crap. I fired the first shot and started a shooting frenzy back there. It's a wonder we made it out in the shape we did...or at all."
He sighed, voice cracking a little. "I've always tried to do the right thing. But I can't seem to find the line between what's right and what isn't. Black and white has all turned to gray, and I'm just...stuck." Another tear rolled down his cheek, and he looked away from her.
Tses sighed, and her mouth twitched with the bitterness that welled up in her gut. It was almost palpable, a thick coating on her tongue; the sensation of self-loathing she faced on more than one occasion.
"I've never been on the winning end of any situation. Trouble has followed me since the day I was born. Know why I dress liked this?" She waved a hand across her outfit, almost every inch of skin covered. Letting go of his jacket, she grabbed the corner of her black undershirt and yanked the sleeve free of her gloves, pulling it over the elbow. On her forearm, her skin was sprinkled with scars. Some were tiny, where pieces of glass had pierced her skin. A few were larger, the skin still an angrier red color where they never quite healed right. She held it up so he could see, arm shaking. "Life has never thrown me a bone, never given me an inch, never given me a leg up. I fought my way where I am, and I'm not always proud of how I did it. I've had to work for people who tracked down mutants like us. I have had to steal stuff from people who probably weren't any better off than I was. I don't even know how to do the right thing anymore. There are no shades of black or grey or white or anything to me anymore. Everything is just blood red. It's just a battle field." She shoved her sleeve back down and crossed her arms back across her chest.
"You can go where you want, and do what you want. But don't do it out of pity or out of 'concern' for me. I'm a big girl. I can look out for myself." She snapped.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 8, 2012 18:33:02 GMT -6
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"Well I'm SORRY I'm not more like you!" he snapped back. "I'm not that tough. I'm nothing more than just some scared punk kid who'd apparently do anything just to get someone to like him. You were the one person I can relate to. The one person I found myself starting to remotely like. Yes, I worry, yes, I'm concerned. But why wouldn't I be? After I lost my Mom, my Dad became a drunk, an abusive drunk, so I lost him too. Then the next person I got close to was my aunt. I found her one day with a knife in her chest, and thanks to my first run-in with my powers, I saw exactly how it happened. Then I was taken in my an old lady and let's face it, she's liable to drop dead any second."
He turned away. "I wish I wasn't so emotional, but I am. Maybe I can't help it. Sometimes I wish I could just do things without having to think or analyze, but maybe I just can't. I haven't had it as rough as you, I guess. I'm too soft."
Ty sighed, just standing there. He could have walked away, but he didn't. Ty wasn't that tough.
Tses tried to stay angry, but it was hard to when he talked. She didn't like the way he messed with her head and broke through her walls. She didn't like the way he made her want to hang around, and be closer to someone. Most of all, she didn't like the way he made her like him. It was irritating and dangerous and sickingly childish. She tried to tune out some of his words, refusing to hear anything that complimented her. But she couldn't look him in the face when he said anything about feelings.
"I don't expect you to be tough. I don't think I'd like hanging out with you as much if you were. That's the difference between us. The world hasn't ruined you yet. You're still human, still nice enough to feel bad when you hurt someone. I'm not trying to make you more like me. I just .... maybe I'm trying to stop you from turning out like me." She muttered, sighing and moving a few steps down the alley. Her instincts were starting to tell her to move, to stop hanging around. Every second they were here was another where they could get shot. But she didn't like seeing someone else struggling like she had.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 8, 2012 18:51:47 GMT -6
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Ty looked back at her. "Maybe I wish I was more like you. You're so much stronger than I am. But you're not inhuman. You do what you have to do, doesn't change anything. It's just...confusing for me to think about right now. All things considered."
He stepped towards her. "I don't wanna part ways yet..." he murmured. "I don't always wanna leave like this. Maybe I'm just being a sap but I'd like to end on a good note. Somehow. I mean...remember last time? How it first started? That was fun. It was enjoyable. Even after the commotion started up and calmed down, it was nice." He shrugged, looking away; he knew he sounded like a babbling idiot right now.
"I'm sorry for dragging you through my emotional mess. Like I said before, if you wanna leave....I won't stop you."
Tses put her hands on her hips and frowned at him. She wasn't good at this type of thing; being nice, talking to people, being nice. She didn't know the last time she had a friend, or someone she actually cared would be alive next time she woke up. But it was also irritating and hard to adjust to.
"Stop doing that." She said, and sighed. She tried to re-tone the edge in her voice. "The whole 'leave if you want to' thing. I'm not making you go, and I'm not making you stay, I'm just trying to figure out how to be there like a friend without 'supporting' you straight to our arrest. We need to move, and need to get you cleaned up. Let's just try to set some priorities..." She rubbed her forehead with her fingers, accidentally smearing blood across her face.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 8, 2012 19:22:18 GMT -6
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Ty blushed lightly, giving a slow no. "You're right. We do, and...yeah...getting cleaned up should be my top priority. Not trying to do whatever it is I'm trying to do. And getting either of us arrested ain't it." He scratched and thought. "First step would be to find a place to hide, preferably with running water. Then I could probably use another change of clothes, for obvious reasons."
He bit his lip, thinking. Then he quickly stopped that because he tasted blood. Ew...
"Uh...you just rubbed blood on your forehead....and...let's walk. We can figure out our next move from there. But first we need a decent place to settle." He started walking down the alley, arms going inside his jacket. Soon, he had his blood-stained shirt pulled off, and tossed it in a dumpster. Then, being modest, he zipped the jacket.
Tses sighed, and glanced around for her familiar fire escape routes. "At this point, I think trying to find somewhere to 'lay low' is failing. My apartment isn't too far from here. At least we can get the blood off you there, and if someone finds us, my lease is about to run out anyway." They reached a point in the alley where a small section of side paths crossed, and she finally spotted a fire escape. There were like old friends now.
"Feel up to climbing? I know it's not the easiest way to get around, but it's one of the most private... We only have to go two sections over." She paused and faced him, waiting for him to say something.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 8, 2012 19:41:51 GMT -6
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"Yeah...I agree. Plus you remember what happened last time we tried the laying low bit." He gave a dry chuckle. "You know I don't mind," he answered with a weak grin. "Remember? But yeah, at least it's somewhere, and I don't have anywhere like that. I seem to have bad luck with hiding places, anyway."
Starting up the fire escape, he looked at her. "Thanks. For the pep talk and...well....everything."
Tses tried not to think about the incident with the smoke mutant. It was one on a long list of unfortunate encounters she seemed to have had in the past month. Fighting with shadows, fighting with smoke, fighting with gun wielding humans... it all seemed to amount to the same thing in the end. But at least the beginning of that rooftop adventure had gone well.
When he thanked her, Tses flashed a quick grin, then pointed at the fire escape. "Climb." It was her way of avoided being thanked, and avoiding talking about anything that oriented on her emotional status. When they reached the roof, she took the lead again, and started heading south towards her apartment building. She chose the building she did for it's aged maintenance stairs to the rooftops, and it allowed her easy access back into the building when she'd rather stay off the streets. She tried not to peek over the edge of the roof at the people bellow. There was no one down there she wanted to face today.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 8, 2012 20:04:20 GMT -6
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The grin was all he needed, and he followed her to the rooftops. When she took the lead, he was close behind her. It almost seemed like they were no longer on the run on account of him murdering some jackass of a human, and they were just having fun, fleeing on the rooftops again.
But sadly that wasn't the case. At least it got his mind off of it. His mind was relatively clear for now, and part of him was enjoying this. Despite the fact that he was caked with blood. But until he got to her apartment, he was just enjoying cruising the rooftops with the one person on the planet who'd be doing this with him.
As Tses walked, she distantly felt memories in the back of her mind coming back to the surface. Talking with Ty had stirred some of her own personal demons, ones that chased her from the time she was a child. Part of her was having fun, being here with someone by her side, but a small side of her ached, remember different rooftops, a different sky, a different time in life...
The skies of Chicago were smokey as 13 year old Tses sat on the edge of an apartment building. The sun was going down, and the light was reflecting through the clouds in a rainbow of colors. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, hair hanging loosely down her back, her wispy bangs blowing in the wind. For someone so young, her face was fiercely serious, even watching the beautiful sunset. Her stomach rumbled quietly, her thin frame slim from lack of food. She'd been on the streets for awhile now, but she still felt weak and exhausted from fighting the cities natural elements. Here on the rooftops, she managed to sleep safely for the most part. But there was little to protect her from the cold wind that was blowing from the west.
Sighing, Tses swung her legs back over the edge of the roof, and wandered back towards the stairwell. She wiggled the door handle twice to the left, twice to the right, and the bolts gave a creak as the door swung inwards. No one thought a locked door would open; but at least rust and age proved them wrong, and let the young girl climb down the stairs. She was small for her age, all legs and no muscle. She made an easy target to the other street kids, and she tried to avoid them whenever possible. She was a lousy pick-pocket at best, but there were some areas of the city even someone as sloppy as she was could get a bite. She headed towards one of those city centers, and froze when she heard a voice behind her.
"Hey twig-legs! Where you going?" Tses shoved her hands in her pocket and forced herself not to turn. A rock flew through the air, barely missing her shoulder, and she flinched, moving a little faster. "Hey, we're talking to you pip-squeak! Where do you think you're going?" She started to run, arms pumping at her side as she spun into an alleyway, skidding to a stop at a dead end. Footsteps quickly skidded to a stop behind her, and Tses turned, backing into the wall.
"Leave me alone! I didn't do anything to you!" She snarled, imagining the alley cats she saw fighting each other. She tried to look bigger than she was, but the older teens laughed and stepped closer.
"What are you going to do about it? You punch like a girl!" Tses put her arms up to defend herself, as a fist came flying at her face. Pain splintered through her forearm at the blow, and she whimpered, trying to dive out of the way. One of them caught her by the hair and yanked her backwards. She screamed, throwing punches wildly, but none of them seemed to effect those attacking her. The sun's last rays vanished, and it was like she was abandoned in the darkness. Then suddenly, a glimmer of light crossed her shaking body as she curled away from her attackers. Her hands started to glow, and the teens started to back away in fear.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you some kind of freak?" One of them whispered, and Tses looked down at her hands, screaming again with fear. She tried to force the energy to go away, willing it to go back in her hands, but all it did was cluster in to a small yellow orb. With a flick of her hand, it shot away from her body, and exploded, knocking one of the boys into the brick wall. His head made a sickening thud against the bricks, and Tses screamed in terror. Getting to her feet, she turned and fled back into the streets, willing herself not to turn around; she started to run, afraid of what she had done.
She ran; and fled back to the rooftops, ignoring the hunger in her stomach.
"This is it." Tses spoke, finding herself standing in front of an aged stairwell. She reached for the handle, and wiggled it twice to the left, twice to the right, and pushed the door inward. Even states away, some tricks still worked; she turned, and motioned for Ty to follow her inside the building.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 8, 2012 20:46:33 GMT -6
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Ty's memories were for the most part good memories. Mostly when he and his two old friends were serious about urban exploration. Finding places to hide from cops on the grounds of trespassing, no more no less.
But things change. Those two friends turn out to be petty thieves who want to drag you into their mess, sending your life on a roller coaster ride to hell that just won't stop.
When Tses pointed out that they were there, he followed her inside, checking out his surroundings. He was quiet now, but at least this should give a little peace and quiet for awhile. Hopefully.
Tses led him down the stairs and slipped into the first landing, the hallway open and slightly shabby. There were few people on her floor: mostly aspiring actresses, drunk drama freaks and the occasional old lady. She hardly saw anyone leave their apartments, and it was definitely a "you stay out of my way, I'll stay out of yours" environment. Otherwise, half the floor would be in jail, deported, a nursing home, or therapy.
She stopped at room 66, and put her key in the doors lock. She unlocked the lock and the deadbolt, then reached her hand around the door and unclicked the chain on the other side. Opening it to let Ty in, she gave a little shrug.
"Not much. Just a place to stay for awhile." It was one room, living room and bedroom in the same place. There was a bathroom just inside the door, a washing machine and dryer stacked on top of each other in the closet, and a dresser with some sewing supplies on the dresser. The kitchen was near the window, an open bartop separating it from the living room. The stove had stayed untouched since Tses arrived here, and she didn't know how to cook anyway.
She shut the door behind them and clicked it locked out of habit. "There are some towels in the cupboard there next to the washing machine: don't worry about which ones you use. I only keep white towels: easier to bleach." She had to resist fidgetting; it was odd having someone see where she lived.