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 snarled slightly, the sound almost similar to an angry cat. If he wasn't fearing for his life, he may have even thought it was cute. From her normal angry face, there were definitely some differences in this one: this angry Tses was red-face, mortified, and her expression kept teetering between an angry glare and a startled girl.
"You didn't seize the moments, you seized my lips, you punk!" She snapped, fists still glowing. No hard feelings? She felt the tingle of anger win over the embarrassment for a moment and she clenched her fists. "No hard feelings? Oh, there are definitely hard feelings! Do I look happy?" It could be a trick question... It was hard to tell what she really thought of him being bold for a moment. She pulled open one of the drawers, which happened to have a few unused oven mitts in it, and threw one at his face.
Angry, embarrassed, flustered, bewildered: it was like Tses cycled through ten stages of emotions all in one go. She flinched when he hit his head on the counter, and felt her hands loose their angry glow; she kept her arms cross and tried to keep glaring, but as she struggled to mend the situation she just felt like a jerk. He looked like a deer in the headlights, but she couldn't blame him. She was the billboard for dangerously emotional females everywhere. There was none of the good, nice giggly cycles to her, though, just all of the explosive temperamental ones. "You're doing that sad face again, and that's not fair." She huffed, keeping her arms crossed and sulking. The anger seemed to eb a little, but her face was still red and she still had her mouth in a frown.
"You... are frustrating." She accused, and turned her face towards the living room trying not to look at him. Emotions were stupid, and confusing, and his actions were indefensible... but in a cute, annoying sort of way. He shouldn't be allowed to cry: ever. It was a blow bellow the belt and she wasn't good with sad faces. It was easier to hit someone who hit back.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 10, 2012 14:32:16 GMT -6
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"I can't help it..." Ty muttered, biting his lip. The one tear was the only tear that fell. He curled up, pulling his knees to his chest, and resting his chin on them. His eyes shut tight, trying to gather his mind, trying to sort everything out, but to no avail.
Suddenly, he stood up, brushing past her as he walked towards the door, a more brittle side rising up in him. A side that would have surfaced long before now, had it been anyone but her. He had no idea why she did this to him, why she made him feel this way. He let out a groan as the door didn't open. Fumbling with the locks, he finally got it undone, swinging open the door and walking out. He didn't even grab his jacket. He just walked out, and only paused as he reached the entrance to the apartment, looking over his shoulder only once before pushing it open.
The blond haired mutant blinked in surprise as she watched Ty stand up and move for the door. She felt frozen as he struggled with the lock, and watched him leave as the door clicked shut. It made her heart plummet in an unfamiliar way, and her breathe caught in her throat. Somehow, she didn't expect him to be the one going. Then again... this was her house, and she was exactly going anywhere...
She felt herself nudge the ground with her boot, emotions welling over as she realized how dumb she had been. She was a gigantic pain the in ass and every time she opened her mouth she left him stumbling to fix things. Why should he fix things? She was the one with the issuess! Then everything exploded in one angry burst of energy, and she cussed at the top of her lungs slamming her fish into the wall behind her.
The wall didn't give in under her fist as she expected it to... Instead, she felt a painful crack across her knuckles, and spat out profanity as she clutched her hand to her body and danced around the kitchen in pain. Fire spread up her arm and she snarled in rage, kicking the kitchen cabinets and yanking drawers from their places. Within a few seconds, she had completely destroyed the kitchen, leaving splinters of wood, utensils, and silverware scattered across the floor. The fire in her hand had only grown though, reminding her she couldn't even dent a wall properly.
"Boys... suck." She snarled as the last wave of anger fell out of her, and she slumped over to the couch and buried her face in it. She burst into tears, clutching her hand in pain and feeling the throb of bruises on her forearms and shins. The pain didn't make her feel better. She just felt worse, especially when she realized she was laying on Ty's jacket, and left tiny tear stains on the recently cleaned leather. It smelt nice... even after the whole bloody incident at the supermarket. She grabbed it, angry and about to throw it across the room, when the stuffed tiger toppled out, and she froze in surprise.
She stared at the object like a deer in the headlights for a moment, then slowly sat down and picked it up, holding it with her good hand. It was cute, in an awkward little way... It reminded her of Ty, and she ever so gently set it back in the pocket of the jacket. It was too personal for her to mess with...
The energy leaving her from her fit of rage, the cupboards hanging off their hinges, every utensil scattered on the floor and her lashes sticky with tears, Tses curled up on the couch and tucked the jacket in her arm. Her legs were tucked against her like a cat, her head curled down and her frame tucked into the corner like she wanted to feel as small as possible. Her eyes flickered shut and she wished the world would go away.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 10, 2012 15:34:02 GMT -6
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Ty sighed. Of course she wasn't behind him. Of course she wasn't running behind him yelling "Don't go!" Then again, why would she? What was this, a cheesy chick-flick? No. Life didn't work like that. Stepping outside, he stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets, feeling very bitter. He no longer wanted to be around anyone. He just wanted to--
Holy crap it was cold. He muttered a few choice words under his breath. He'd forgotten his jacket. Of all things...He made a dramatic exit, now he had to go back inside and mumble "Forgot my coat..." Just fricking great...
Turning around, he headed back inside, back to apartment 66. The door creaked open quietly, and the first thing he noticed was it was quiet. The second thing...was that the kitchen was a mess. She threw a fit when he left? "Whatever..."
The next thing he saw, pricked at his trying-to-harden heart. She was lying on the couch, sleeping. Clinging to his jacket like it was a teddy bear. It was sort of cute. Cute enough that it was worth freezing for. Walking over, he carefully tugged at the jacket, pulling the aspirin out of the side pocket and putting that in one of his jeans pockets. Now...this was tricky.
He had to pull a little more, wedging his arm under hers, and finally grabbed the tiger. Now he just had to--Oh crap his hand was stuck.Ty facepalmed, trying to carefully remove the tiger without waking her. But his clenched fist wouldn't move.
The blond haired mutant didn't stir when he came in, or when he got the bottle of aspirin. But when he tried to move to get the tiger, he bumped her hand and the little prickles of pain woke up her exhausted mind. With a little eyelash flutter, she blinked and looked up at him, mouth pursing into a frown. She stared at him for a second, then said, "Ty... walls hurt."
That was it. Nothing about him leaving, nothing about her destroying the kitchen or the small dent in the wall. Nothing about his hand trapped gripping the little tiger. She didn't release the jacket, didn't move, just looked down at her hand curled around the fabric and feeling the tingles of pain creeping over it.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 10, 2012 16:02:38 GMT -6
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"Only if they're brick or something. Studs hurt." He blinked. "Wait...you did all that because of me..." His heart sank. Great...
However, he noticed she didn't give his hand back. "I just came back for the tiger," he said. "Saw how you looked with the jacket and figured you can keep it, if you want. Consider it a fair trade?" He smiled a little, sort of shrugging.
"Figured after earlier you'd probably never wanna see me again. I'm really sorry...but I should probably go before things get any worse between us."
The tiger. Tses's face dropped. Of course that's the only reason he came back. She ticked him off and there was no reason for him to hang around now. Then he mentioned leaving the jacket and she blinked, still not moving. "Doesn't seem like a fair trade... you still leave if I give it to you." She murmured, and if anything, she scooted so it would be harder for him to get it.
"If I never wanted to see you again, I would have thrown the jacket out the window and let you catch it." She muttered, but it didn't sound angry. Just... sad. She closed her eyes again, nestled into the couch and stuck her tongue out at him. "You want your stuff, go for it. I'm not making it any easier." It was dumb and childish, but at least it would stall his departure a little longer... if nothing else, maybe she'd get the trade: her shirt for his jacket.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 10, 2012 16:14:54 GMT -6
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"I tick you off, and yet you want me to stick around?" he asked, blinking. Women are so confusing... But she did have his hand. And his tiger. Though...he had to admit he sounded like a jerk for telling her honestly that the tiger was the only reason he came back.
He chuckled at her childish reaction, and stuck his tongue out right back at her."Tell ya what," he finally said, shaking his head. "You let me have my hand, and the tiger, and you can keep the jacket." He smiled. "And I'll stick around a little while, if that's what you want." Though, something told him, even if she didn't want him to stay, he'd have a harder time leaving this time, anyway.
Tses blinked slowly, considering his proposal. As exhausted as she was she almost acted like a different person. There was no anger, no walls, no prickly hostility. Just a little slightly lonely expression, and she gave a nod and moved to let his arm go. "Fine. You can have it."
She paused for a moment, waiting until he pulled the object free, then curled back up, tucking her hand close to her body where she wouldn't knock it into anything else. She fiddled with the wraps on her hand, trying to loosen them, the slight swelling of the knuckles making them awkwardly tight. She made a note not to hit a wall again. Studs were unfortunate things to find.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 10, 2012 16:33:46 GMT -6
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Ty sat on the arm of the couch as he put the tiger in his pants pocket. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking of the right thing to say. He didn't make physical contact, however, and looked down at her.
"You okay?" he asked, giving her his concerned look. "Looks like a storm blew through...Was that my fault too?" he asked. Sighing, he reached down to let his glove hand touch her shoulder. "Hey, Tses? If I tick you off so bad, why do you keep me around? I mean....I'm grateful, really. But I seem to cause you quite a bit of trouble..."
Tses sighed, and unwrapped her hand, staring at her fist and not up at him. Her knuckles were gaining a nice shade of black and blue, and the bone seemed strangely positioned. She wiggled her wings and flinched at the pain. "I wasn't mad at you... I was mad at me." She murmured, sighing and trying to force back the tears that wanted to resurface. "I am a disaster waiting to happen, and I never should have been mad at you... I confuse the hell out of you, and I confuse the hell out of me." She put her cheek against the cold leather fabric of his jacket. It helped take away some of the heat she felt swimming towards her face.
"In my head, nothing makes sense to me. Things were easier on the streets. I looked out for me, and only had to worry about me, and didn't mind because I didn't want to be around anyone. Fighting is second nature..." She shut her eyes again and exhaled deeply, trying to calm the spinning her head head.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Dec 10, 2012 16:48:31 GMT -6
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"And yet...we can't seem to leave," he added with a small smile. "From my experience, I'm not exactly a walk through the park," he said, his hand rubbing her shoulder, flinching as he saw her hand. Wow.
He listened carefully as she spoke. "Then I came along and turned everything upside down?" he said, his face not quite smiling, not quite frowning. "To you, fighting is second nature. To me, it's running, just surviving. Trust me, I get hurt alot...physically....mentally....emotionally....but I always bounce back." He shook his head slightly as she closed her eyes, his gloved hand still on her shoulder.
For the first time, Tses relaxed under his touch. Her face lost it's tension, and she looked calmer, almost peaceful. She heard him speaking, but she stayed in a slightly sleepy place in her mind, where her explosive nature was momentarily subdued. "I don't mind if you run away." She felt herself saying. "I just feel better knowing eventually you'll come back." As tired as she was, she made sure her words came out clearly, and her left/unhurt hand drifted up and touched his gloved one.
It was her way of saying many things. I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm sorry for throwing stuff at you. I'm sorry you had to save my butt, and I'm sorry for getting you shot at. I'm sorry for getting mad at you for kissing me and I'm sorry for making you feel bad about it. I'm sorry to stealing your jacket and I'm sorry because I'm not giving it back. I'm sorry for acting like I hate you when I'm just sorry I happen to like you. And I'm sorry I call you a puppy, even if you act like one, because you're not a puppy... you're more. . She didn't know if he understood her well enough to get all that, but at least he knew by now she didn't reach out easily. But it was a start, a little gesture from someone not quite able to do much more, but trying desperately to communicate something she didn't know how to say.