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.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 8, 2012 21:18:06 GMT -6
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Ty followed, still looking around, listening to her when she spoke. "I've lived in worse," he commented, not noticing she'd locked the door. "Gotcha. Thanks," he said, taking a towel and disappearing into the bathroom.
A hot shower was just what he needed. Good way to relax, unwind, and hey you get clean all at the same time. Draping his clothes over the sink, he stepped into the almost-scalding hot water, closing his eyes and letting it ease his mind as the bloodstains ran down the drain, along with his problems, for the time being.
Fifteen minutes later, Ty emerged, damp hair neatly combed, wearing only his blue jeans and tennis shoes. His jacket had been wiped clean, but was draped over his shoulder. Suddenly he regretted ditching his tee shirt. Sitting on the couch, he didn't say a word, just sort of stared into space.
When Ty went into the bathroom, Tses contented herself by sitting on the dresser and pulling out her sewing kit. She had a pile of fabric on the dresser top, with various stages of skirts and overshirts being sewn. It was silly, wearing almost the exact same thing everyday. She always felt like a cartoon character or something, but other outfits didn't seem to work. Jeans restricted your movement, shorts exposed your legs. She was even considering ditching the fishnets for leggings. Maybe that would be her change for the month.
Her current skirt was black, a more practical change to the white one she was wearing. It would also hide the blood easier, seeing as she seemed to be running into a lot of that lately. She had taken off the fabric wraps that she usually kept strapped tightly across her hands and forearms, and her skin looked pale as she sewed, scattered with tiny white scars, a familiar sight only she knew.
After a little bit, Tses heard the door open and Ty walked out. He was clean, but shirtless, and she had to stop herself from yelping when she accidentally stabbed her finger with the sewing needle in detraction. He didn't say anything when he sat on the couch, and Tses didn't bring anything up. If nothing else, she was respecting his silence; mostly, she had her finger stuck in her mouth trying to get it to stop bleeding.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 8, 2012 21:47:02 GMT -6
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Ty draped his jacket over the back of the couch. "Sorry I'm not exactly fully clothed," he said with a small blush. "Sorta threw my shirt away back at the alley. No hope for it whatsoever." He looked back at her, seeing she had her finger in er mouth. She was sewing...must've stuck herself. He decided not to pry there.
"I could throw the jacket back on, if you wanted," he finally said, then lay on the couch. "Not too bad a place," he commented, somewhat awkwardly. "Alot better than some of the places I've stayed. I appreciate it, really."
Tses shrugged, and shoved open one of the drawers with her foot. With the hand she hadn't just stuck in her mouth, she fished in the drawer and pulled out a t-shirt. It was black with green flames flickering across a guitar in the middle and down the edges. Luckily, it was a large size, and it would come down to her thighs whenever she wore it. "I don't know how comfortable your jacket would be by itself. If you feel awkward though, you can throw that on." She said, tossing it onto the back of the couch where it landed on-top of his jacket. She didn't mention it was one of the shirts she wore as pajamas. That would not make the situation less awkward.
"It works; it's taken a lot of work to keep the rent up, but I spent one too many nights on a roof-top, and it's nice to at least have a warm place to crash." She Stretched her hands, and tugged at the sleeves on her shirt. She needed to get some more cloth for her hands, or at least get some gloves until she did.
"Yeah," he said, catching the shirt. "I don't exactly go around showing my chest off to every girl I meet, so consider yourself lucky," he joked, blushing before adding, "or unlucky, depending." Pulling the shirt over his head, he had to admit that it was his style. And comfortable, at that.
He didn't ask where it came from, figuring it was either an old--or current--boyfriend's, or just a sleep shirt. Though Ty had to admit he was hoping option B. "Thanks. Again," he said, sitting up and stretching, sort of toying with his semi-damp hair.
"Yeah, I'd imagine. As far as places to live go, I guess people have always felt sorry for me and let me crash with them. I mean I've got a good place now, but I don't really pay rent. I just do for myself otherwise." Sitting up, he started fidgeting a little. It was sort of...awkward. Wasn't every day he wound up in some chick's apartment wearing her shirt--actually that never happened before.
She chuckled as he put on the shirt, and smiled a little, "Not unlucky." She said, quickly moving her sentence onward so he didn't have time to think about it. "I don't think I've ever really had anyone to crash with. I mean, when I was younger there was this lady who taught me how to fight, but I still lived on the streets back then. She said they made you stronger." She muttered it a littler bitterly, and fidgettted a bid, twiddling the fabric in her hands. She checked her stitches intently and rubbed her hand across her forearm.
"Maybe it worked, still sucked most of the time. Especially winter." She laughed, and ran her hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face. "Oh, winter was the worst. I remember sitting on a rooftop one winter, and there had been a pretty heavy snow. The little shelter I built had buckled under the weight of the snow, and I was pissed, staring over the edge of the building at the street below. And there were these kids, throwing balls of snow at each other. I thought "who in their right mind would be out playing in this god forsaken wetness..." She sighed, giving a little smile that was one of surrender to the hands of fate. Her sister would have been one of those kids, throwing snowballs and making snow angels... If they had stayed together, maybe Tses would have turned out better.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 9, 2012 12:14:58 GMT -6
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Though she moved quickly, he mentally dwelled on the "not unlucky" for a few moments. It made him smile. He listened to her story, different and yet similar to his own.
"From the time I was eleven to the time I was eighteen, I lived with my aunt. Hung with some buddies who introduced me to urban exploration. We climbed stuff, we explored sewers, anything we could get into, pissing off cops...Then one day we were climbing a fire escape one minute, looting buildings the next one. And I stayed. It payed more than pick-pocketing, after all.
Then one day the cops showed up. We barely got away. When I made it home, some other group of troublemakers I guess had found my aunt's house...The place was looted, and she had a knife through her chest." He paused. "I checked the body, brushing the knife, and my powers activated for the first time. I saw the entire life-span of that knife, from the knife's point of view. Well...I took to the streets. For a year, I lived out of cardboard boxes and picking pockets. I'd even steal from other homeless people's little McDonald's cups."
He chuckled at the next part. "Then, I tried to rob this old lady, who caught and peppersprayed my behind. Right in the face. Next minute, she took me in. Gave me a place to stay." He gave a chuckle. "Snow wasn't my friend, either. Not at all."
Pausing, he looked down at the shirt, to his black shoes and green laces. It matched perfectly. "I gotta say, I love how your shirt looks on me," he murmured, keeping the conversation moving.
Tses laughed, imagining a little old lady pepper spraying the young mutant in the face. The image of the unsuspecting red-head taking the painful mist into the face was both sad and comical at the same time. The rest of his story just felt familiar, in that sad depressing kind of way, and she listened through it quietly.
She glanced as he spoke, and noted the shoes and the green laces. She hadn't realized the shirt would match; guess he just had similar tastes. "If you like it so much, keep it. I don't wear t-shirts very often." She tapped the drawer it was in with a boot and shrugged. "I keep probably two normal outfits, but they just don't feel right." She jumped down, and went over to the sink, giving her bare hands a good wash to get any of the last bits of blood off. Then she came back in the room and fished through one of the drawers, finding some of her last strips of black fabric. She pinched it between her thumb and the palm of her hand, then started wrapping it around her hand like an ace bandage. It made her feel better. Her hands felt awkward without it.
"One of these days I need to teach you to fist fight." Tses said unexpectedly, facing him with one hand wrapped at the strip of fabric in the other hand. "I mean, you're not bad but..."
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 9, 2012 12:57:13 GMT -6
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Ty smiled at her, hands sort of tracing the fabric of the shirt. "Thanks. I promise I'll take better care of it than I did the last one," he said with a slight chuckle, followed by a wince. Though, the more he thought about it...maybe his killing someone, accident that it was, had been what he had to do. He was sticking up for Tses, and because of that in part, she made it out of there relatively unharmed. So maybe that was in a sense...good. Oddly, that made him feel better about it.
"But shower curtain rods just don't cut it," he jokingly finished for her. "Yeah, that might come in handy. Maybe make saving your butt a little easier." He winked, teasingly sticking his tongue out at her for a moment.
Tses smile vanished off her face and she glared at him as he stuck her tongue out at her. "Hey! I was doing pretty decent by myself! Just because I looked like a cat in a tree with dogs under it doesn't mean that was what was actually happening." She shook her finger at him, and the fabric she wrapped around her hand seconds earlier shook loosed and unraveled falling on the ground. She looked down, snatched it, then stuck her tongue out back at him.
"Now look what you did!" Tses murmured, flicking it at his nose then starting to wrap it again.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 9, 2012 13:14:44 GMT -6
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Ty laughed, even at the flick on the nose. "Relax, relax. I was joking. Or did you forget you've saved MY sorry butt a time or two, also?" He shook his head lightly, brushing his hair out of his face, not having bothered to put his gloves back on after his shower. "If it's a sore subject, I'll leave it alone though."
At this, he gave a nod, eyes showing that he was being sincere about it. "Sorry about partially undressing you, though," he teased again, pretty much expecting to get punched for this one as a light pink started to tint his cheeks.
Tses dropped the fabric again at his comment and her face turned red. Her hands were once more left exposed. "Hey!" She smacked him across the back of the head, but her palm was open so it would hurt but not seriously damage him like a punch in the face would have. She glowered at him, but it was hard to be terrifying and mortified at the same time.
"Behave yourself! Or I'll give you your first lesson in fist fighting straight to your nose!" she snapped, sulking back over to the dresser. Once there, she swung herself onto it, and tucked her legs to towards the wall, cross her arms, and glared at him. Then she continued to rewrap her hand for the third time.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 9, 2012 13:33:48 GMT -6
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He had to say he deserved that one, his face now a deep red as she angrily walked away. Well, if she liked him, he may have just killed it. Then again, he was used to things like this happening. On the off chance he grew fond of someone like that, he ended up making a wrong joke or sticking his foot in his mouth, ruining it.
"I'm sorry, I'll stop...Didn't mean anything by it," he murmured, looking over at her, much akin to a scolded puppy. After that, he kept his mouth shut for fear of making things even worse or more awkward than he already had. "Good job, Ty...good freaking job..." he muttered to himself.
Tses muttered to herself for a few moments, trying to get her cheeks to loose their burning sensation. He made her feel like a porcupine, all prickly and unapproachable. Maybe it only irritated her because she never let anyone see her even as undressed as far as her hand was. She hated her skin, hated her scars, hated anyone seeing through her and seeing who she was.
Her irritation didn't last long though, and when she noticed he felt bad for it she sighed, tied off the bandage, and untucked her body from the corner. "Hey, it's not a big deal you just embarrassed me is all. Don't get all sad eyed on me."[/b] She muttered, fiddling with her second bandage awkwardly. "Sorry, I warned you I'm not good with people. I can't even joke half the time."
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 9, 2012 14:01:53 GMT -6
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Ty looked back at her. "It's fine. I just thought I crossed a line or something," he murmured. "Sometimes I tend to take things a little far, is all. I don't mean any harm," he said, starting to calm down. "As long as we're good."
He stretched a little, his hand running over the fabric of the shirt on his shoulder to scratch his back. As he did...
~Tses grabbing the shirt from a department store, without paying for it. Then, every time she wore that shirt flashed before his eyes. Be it just getting out of the shower, or sleeping in it. Or just roaming around the apartment.~
It was a short vision, but the headache still came with it. Turning away from her, he grabbed some aspirin from his jacket pocket, and stumbled into the kitchen, taking a swallow of water and popping two of them. When he walked back in and plopped back on the couch, his face was beet red. It was obvious something had just happened...