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 watched Ty as his hand brushed the shirt, and her face knitted together with a little bit of worry as he responded to the action by grabbing medication and leaving for the kitchen. She paused wrapping her hand, watching his actions, and her mouth pursed into a frown.
"Hey, you ok?" She called towards the kitchen. There was no response, and she assumed he hadn't heard her over the running water. When he came back, his face was red, and she raised a single eyebrow inquisitively.
"What happened?" She asked, tucking in the last bandage and putting her hands on her knees.
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Ty's head was still pounding as he waited for the aspirin to kick in. His face was so red it was almost purple, and it seemed like his entire face had a pulse. Okay, clothing was weird...He lay his head back on the back of the sofa, turning his head to look at her.
"I'm fine," he murmured. "My power just activated, is all. So I just saw the entire life of my new shirt, and got the headache that followed," he said before looking away, snatching his gloves from his jacket and pulling them on.
"No biggie, I'll be fine. Just gotta let it pass is all. Happens all the time." He flashed her a weak yet awkward grin before looking at the ceiling again.
Tses paused, her face turned pink and she poked at her half-finished skirt while trying to keep herself ocmposed. Life of a shirt... what would the life of a shirt look like? She tried to remember the last time she bought that shirt, the last time she wore that shirt, and tried to keep herself calm. But try as she might, she couldn't shake the terror rising in her gut.
"Ah... your powers... Well, let me know if you need anymore medication." Her voice sounded calm, but there was almost a little squeak to it. Tses had never been one who got thrown off her game easily, but his sudden power spark had quite cleanly thrown away her natural 'cool'. "Well, I'm glad it'll pass... should I uh... be worried about what the ... 'life' of a shirt looks like?" Tses kept seeing images in her head of throwing it on after getting out of the shower. It was like a bad dream passing in front of her eyes. She didn't mind Ty, he was actually really nice to be around. But seeing her without gloves was one thing, and this... was potentially something very very different.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 9, 2012 19:50:37 GMT -6
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"No, I'll be good when the aspirin kicks in. Thank you, Bayer," he said with a somewhat-forced chuckle.
"Worried?" his voice cracked a little, then he regained his composure a little. "Nah, not really. I mean you didn't do anything to my knowledge while you were wearing it." He decided to stray a little from the subject by expanding on a similar one.
"My power works sort of like a slideshow on fast-forward. I see a bunch of random situations and images in order, and only a few really...stick out. The major stuff. For example...." he took a breath. "You sleep under the covers, or pillows or something, curled up. I know this because I remember lots of flashes of darkness when you lay down. But don't worry. As far as remembering what I see, I forget most of it. Very few things tend to stick out, usually things related to my own past or something. Everything else you might say just becomes....repressed."
The blond haired girl wanted to smother herself under a pillow. Or smother him under one. The decision was hard to decide. Having someone see images of her sleeping, how blurry or random or fast forwarded was still uncomfortable and private, and made her feel like she fell into ice cold water. She let her gaze drift to the ceiling as she took a deep breathe, and glanced at him with wary eyes.
"Well, as interesting as your powers are, please don't practice it with any more of my clothing. Both of us will probably feel better that way." Tses said, voice hiding some of her distress. She tugged her shirt sleeves again, then her fishnet leggings and felt exposed and awkward in front of him. She closed her eyes and sighed. "How come that doesn't happen with your gloves? Wouldn't you just occasionally see images from them?" Part of her was trying to move the subject along, and part of her was genuinely interested; the non-mortified part.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 9, 2012 20:04:51 GMT -6
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"You're in luck. From what I can tell my powers only work once on a particular item. Trust me, it stays between us, I swear," he said, deciding it'd be best not to tell her that his visions were in the point of view of the object in question. Hopefully she wouldn't put those pieces together.
"The gloves, I saw when I first got them. I got to see them being made, then I got to watch myself buy them from a small store. Exciting..." He jokingly mocked throwing confetti to contradict the dryness of his last word. "That's actually why I chose to keep the cloth gloves instead of going to latex. I mean...it'd be easier to steal with latex but....dude could you IMAGINE that?"
Only once on a particular item... The statement was reassuring, but that didn't erase the other memories he now had.
"I can't imagine it, actually." Tses said, giving a tense laugh. "I've never had to make my fashion choices based on what visions I would see. Although, I have had to be careful with what I wear on my hands so it doesn't block my powers." She said on a side note, trying to trail away from the topic of her shirt. She motioned towards the gloves she wore and frowned a little as she remembered.
"A while back, I tried wearing gloves, but they weren't tight enough against my skin. See, my powers generate a few centimeters above my skin, and if I don't get them tight enough, the orbs can't condense. Wear a different pair of gloves one day, get someone's fist in your head with no firepower a moment later. Who'd have thought a thieves best weapon would be their choice in attire..." She hated to think what would happen if something else blocked her powers...
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 9, 2012 20:19:18 GMT -6
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His headache starting to ease off, he sat on the arm of the couch, so he could face her while talking. Which....was sort of a bad idea, depending on how you look at it. "Yeah, I feel ya. Like, if I wore latex, I'd have to dispose of them after use, because let's face it, it'd be kinda gross always wearing the same pair of gloves. Then, every time I put on a new pair, I'd risk my powers activating at a bad time."
He gave a dry chuckle, the pink starting to come back to his cheeks. "Again," he added. "This time I got lucky." His blush deepened. "I mean, I've had it hit during a pick-pocket spree one time. Shortly after it'd already activated. That day I learned the hard way that if my power works too close in succession, I risk passing out..."
His voice trailed off, and he just looked at her. Silently. Then, that dreaded awkwardness settled in once more.
Tses couldn't imagine having to deal with that type of power. One minute, your going after the best heist ever. The next your head is splitting open because the money you just touched had to tell you it's entire life history. The information seemed smothering, and Tses was glad her powers just broke things around her, instead of her own head.
She felt him watching her after he spoke, and she looked down as if waiting for something to be wrong with her. Was something wrong with her skirt? Was something wrong with her boots? Her cheeks tinted again as he said this time he got lucky, and her mind took a tangent she quickly pulled herself back from. "Well, just don't touch anything else for awhile. The last thing I need is some guy passed out on my couch." She muttered, and fidgetted as he stared.
"What? What are you looking at?" She crossed her arms across her chest.
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Ty snapped out of it, turning beet red and turning around. "Nothing!" he said, his face starting to pulse again. Oh god now he was a creepy pervert. Yay....
"But yeah, I'm keeping the gloves on from now on. Hey, at least it's a pretty comfy couch, though?" Okay....bad joke. He was just making it worse. Maybe he should just go ahead and spill it. But that would probably get him hit again. Or worse. "I uh...just sorta spaced out there," he lied. "Happens with the power sometimes...?"
Tses grabbed the nearest object off the dresser next to her, which happened to be a water bottle, and tossed it at Ty's head, glaring. "Get your mind out of the gutter!" The more he stared, the more she stopped believe he hadn't seen something from her shirt. Not like he'd like what he saw anyway... she thought bitterly. She hated how she looked, and dreaded someone seeing her without every inch of skin covered. Even showing an arm would be mortifying to her.
"Besides, it's not like you'd see much from my apartment anyway. Just me sewing and cooking. I'm pretty boring like that." she stuck her tongue out at him and jumped off the dresser, moving to the kitchen to get a new bottle of water. "Well, maybe not cooking, unless microwave food is cooking."
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 9, 2012 20:43:34 GMT -6
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The bottle smacked against Ty's head. " Ow! It wasn't in the gutter! I do like the cou--oh....that." He sighed. "I have yet to see boring, for the most part," he said, then sort of hunkered down behind the couch.
"Look...I said the shirt was uneventful. And it pretty much was, but...okay...the uh... the visions are in the object's point of view..."
He was blushing bigtime now, hoping to everything out there that she wouldn't kill him. "I didn't mean for it to happen....I can't control it. That's why I wear the stupid gloves....Please don't kill me..."
Tses felt her face loosing all color, and her hands started to shake as he spoke. The objects point of view rang in her head, and she opened a drawer, pulled out the first object that was in it, and turned around with it. He was lucky she opened the stirring utensils. Knives were only one drawer over. The spatula sailed over his head. At least she was a bad shot with cooking utensils.
"Yeah, you didn't mean to my ass!" Tses snarled, throwing a wooden spoon and hitting the table side lamp with it. The shade absorbed the impact and dropped the spoon neatly down on Ty's back. "I told you, there is a reason I don't like people looking at me! You better keep your mits off my clothes!" The next spoon bounced of the couch, and the whisk spun through the air and landed over by the front door.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 9, 2012 20:58:51 GMT -6
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"You gave this to me, remember?!?" Ty said, face flushing. "It's not like I did it on purpose! I told you! Jesus...."Then a spatula sailed over his head and hit the wall near him. Great...
"Look...it's not like I tore your clothes off....it was an accident. Besides....it's not like I'm going to tell anyone. It stays between us...I don't see you any different, really....even if you are trying to kill me with cooking utensils. I'm sorry...."
Tears welled up in his eyes, wondering why everything always had to go to hell. He'd sorta grown fond of her...and now she was throwing crap at him. And very pissed off, at that. He curled up in the fetal position, his face to the couch's back. Both protectively and because he didn't want her to see him crying like a freaking baby.
Tses felt her hand rummaging around an empty drawer, her hands still shaking and her legs shaking. She heard Ty yelling at her, but she just felt like he'd intruded into a part of her mind where no one had before, and she didn't know how to handle it. When she wore shirts like that, she could stare in the mirror and see the marks covering her arms and legs, and wished they would go away. But they were scars of the past, of things she could erase. They were memories she couldn't escape, and they followed her. Just like the scar across her back, each one brought pain... even now.
It was an accident... Tses gripped the counter tears welling in her eyes. She never cried. She was tougher than this. She glared at the counter but tiny drops of water kept welling to the surface and obscuring her vision. I don't see you any different.... She didn't believe him.... I'm sorry... Maybe she did, but it didn't fix things. She still couldn't face him right now.
She slid down to the ground behind her counter and pulled her knees up close, shoving her face against her knees as tiny tears ran down her legs and crawled into her boots. She wanted to vanish, and found herself scooting into the open cuboard behind her and curling up in it with the door open. She hated this. Hated pushing people away, hated fighting all the tine, and hated herself. But she didn't hate Ty. And that's why she kept trying to push him away.