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?
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 Apr 7, 2013 19:36:33 GMT -6
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Ty was in a mood for vengeance. After a few days of watching that...that...girl...that pissed him off so bad a couple of nights ago, he finally had everything thought out. Her room wasn't far from his, and she seemed to like this particular leather jacket, which he was sure would fit him. He needed a new leather jacket, and what better way for revenge? Finally, the redhead's moment came to strike. Alli had left her room for some reason, and she didn't have her jacket.
Haha....quietly, he made his way down the hall, wearing his black shirt with the green guitar on it(okay sure his ex gave it to him but it was still his favorite shirt.) Oh man, this was too easy. He easily snatched up the jacket and a nearby wallet, checking it for money. Oh yeah...vengeance was oh so sweet. He pocketed the wallet, then tried on the jacket. And...
Okay it was smaller than he'd originally thought. Too small. He started to take it off but...okay it was way smaller than he thought. His shoulders were too broad, and now it was stuck. (Though the bottom was just above his waistline, which was alright.)
He struggled his way out of it, but to no avail. Eventually, the poor kid had to take off his gloves to try it that way. This, was his second big mistake. His palm touched the leather, and as soon as it did...
~This jacket was apparently old. Scenes from high school, then some of college before she apparently dropped out. Sprinkled in were bits of the girl walking around in a sports bra, pajamas, or sometimes he just got lucky and she was in her underwear or showering. Heck there were even flashes of her and--Aura!?! Whoa....Then suddenly his mind was flooded with images of kidnapping, rape, beatings, murder, and blood. Lots and lots of blood. Joining a gang, more kidnapping and more blood and violence. This jacket had seen more than Ty ever wanted to, though he had to admit some of it made him glad the memories were his. But the others...~
Ty had fallen to the floor, head pounding more fiercely than it ever had as he closed his eyes, trying to fight through the migraine and the wave of blood and gore to find...yes. There it was. This had to be the best vision he'd ever acquired. Sure, he hated this girl, but she looked good. Even if he had to fight back more of the violent memories than he wanted.
Suddenly he forgot about revenge, or getting out of this god-forsaken jacket...
Allison hadn't left for long. She'd been looking for Lady Isabel... not very actively, but still; every so often she wandered out through the hallways, rec room, cafeteria, and other public areas to see if she could find Lady Isabel. So far, Lady Isabel had not been found, but at least Allison was doing something, and it didn't take too much effort or risk. If she didn't find Lady Isabel soon she'd probably have to look more actively... but for now, that was what she did. And had been doing, for several days.
Coming back to find her door open and a guy laying on the floor, wearing her jacket and an idiotic grin, however, was new. As were the gloves on the floor by him; she assumed they were his. Allison had neither green nor fingerless gloves, and was pretty sure that Aura didn't either.
And the guy... seemed to be completely oblivious to her existence. Allison stared for a moment, then stepped carefully around him, pulled a chair between him and the door, sat down, and waited. And waited, and got sick of waiting, and stood up, quietly pulled the door closed, then moved over to stand next to the boy, stared down at him for a few more moments, then stepped (relatively gently) on his wrist.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Apr 7, 2013 20:14:50 GMT -6
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Ty didn't notice the girl, nor did he notice the door close. But when he felt something on his wrist, his eyes slowly opened to see...
"Oh ****" he grumbled, his face turning pink and his eyes growing wide. He'd been caught. Doing something so stupid, so simple...he should have gotten away but he didn't. He started to think he was losing his touch as he began to struggle with the jacket once more. He sighed, laying back in defeat. He stayed silent, shamefully looking up at the ceiling, his arm to restrained to even sweep her leg.
Allison raised an eyebrow at the guy's reaction. He... seemed sane. Relatively. Well, his reaction to being caught seemed sane; that he was... well, Allison had no idea what she'd caught him doing. And if she had no idea, that was a pretty good indication that it wasn't very strongly in the sanity category. He was blushing and swearing, though, so he at least seemed to know he'd been doing something inappropriate....
"Yes. And... what the hell were you doing?" Allison's tone was sharp, false friendly; it could be intimidating, but wasn't really intended to be. She just defaulted to it, and didn't yet care enough to bother reaching for another tone. Instead she folded her arms, keeping an eyebrow raised as she stared down at him.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Apr 7, 2013 20:32:02 GMT -6
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Ty sighed. "S***f***dammit.." he grumbled, looking up at her with a face more along the lines of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Fine...I was gunna steal your jacket for payback, I got stuck, and now here I am, flat on my back in **** Creek. Fell on my back, knocked me a little loopy and I remembered something that made me smile, and now my head is going to explode...happy now?" he groaned, his headache really starting to pulse now.
Okay, now Allison had a basis for another tone. She smiled wider, eyes narrowing, possibly from the smile and possibly not. "Nope!" was effectively chirped from the sheer cheerfulness in the word. "Why would I be?" Well, because she'd caught him, maybe. Or because he'd admitted it, assuming he was being honest. ...And because he actually had a sort of sane reason for laying on her floor smiling like an idiot; that was nice. She had no idea what the insane explanation could be, but she was pretty sure she'd like it even less. But while all that might make her amused and kind of smug, it wasn't really enough to make her happy.
Though, what to do... Sanctuary wasn't exactly part of the mainstream justice system, so she could do about anything she wanted. Anything she could do seemed a bit excessive for (failed, at least) theft, though, but she didn't want to do nothing. She idly twisted the foot on his wrist; not adding to the pressure, but possibly twisting the skin beneath her shoe. "So, what did you remember?"
Posted by Ty Fisher on Apr 7, 2013 20:57:43 GMT -6
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Ty gulped, especially when she twisted his wrist beneath her shoe. He squirmed a little bit, not wanting to tell the truth. "Nothing, just a funny memory of my now-ex. First kiss, I caught an oven mitt to the face."
Okay so it was a lie, but it was an amusing little lie. "And this other time she blew up her pillow. Literally. Feathers everywhere." That's it, Ty, just roll with it...maybe this will work.
Or maybe it wouldn't. Ty never did fancy himself as that great of a liar.
Allison was still smiling, though an eyebrow was rising throughout the boy's explanation. The smile was a bit less dangerous though; she didn't particularly like being lied to, but the kid seemed to think he was actually getting away with it, and that was amusing. "Hm." Of course, to be fair to him, most people weren't quite as practiced at recognizing lies as Allison was... or the guilt and fear that (most) people felt when lying, to be more accurate. There weren't actual signs for lying; just for the state that lying tended to put people in. That was generally reliable enough to work, though.
Allison deliberately lifted her foot off of the kid's wrist, and then, just as deliberately, rested it on his neck. It shouldn't be cutting off air yet, she was only resting it there, but there should be enough pressure for him to notice. And if he tried to escape... well, the first, initial reaction anyone balanced on one foot would have to a lack of balance would be to put the second foot down. Allison was no exception to that rule. "Lying to me doesn't work very well. Especially when you suck at it."
Posted by Ty Fisher on Apr 8, 2013 18:10:55 GMT -6
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Ty muttered a string of curses as he felt her foot on his neck. "Technically, it's not a lie. Those really happened. So maybe it wasn't what I was smiling at." He spoke relatively calmly, though this seemed pretty bad. And humiliating.
"You know what? What have I got to lose?" he started, then looked at her eyes. "Sometimes, when I touch something, that object's life flashes before my eyes. Everything it saw, I saw. It's memories, mine. Happy?" He sighed, bracing himself for the worst.
Allison idly turned her foot again. If he felt it on his wrist, he ought to on his neck... though Allison was pretty sure there were more nerves in the wrist than the neck... hers certainly hurt more. But he should be paying attention to his neck either way, so that should make up for it. The risk of being killed tended to make people pay attention. "You said you remembered something that made you smile, I asked what you remembered. So... yes, it is." She paused a moment, then leaned partway down. It was an awkward position, and required balancing much more carefully; a bit more pressure ended up on the boy's neck, but it didn't bother her much. He should be uncomfortable, but not actually in danger yet. "And you don't get to decide, anyway."
Well, that was an interesting revelation. An object's life? "And I thought my mutation was pathetic." At least Allison could do something. What could an object's memories accomplish? Knowledge of how much it hurt to be sewn together? "So what did you see?"
Posted by Ty Fisher on Apr 8, 2013 18:30:19 GMT -6
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"Pathetic? You'd be surprised," he blurted. "Sure, I thought so too, but then I realized...I can tell if something's real or a reproduction. I can eavesdrop on a conversation years later as if I was in the room when it happened. Sure, I can't kick anyone's ass with it, but knowledge can be a very valuable thing to have." He gulped at the pressure on his neck, knowing he may well be screwed here, but...hey he was stuck. In more than one sense of the word.
"Okay..." Well, he was screwed either way. And lying was a proven failure here so...
"In my attempt to get the jacket off, my power activated. In which time I fell...and...yeah." he blushed as he spoke, obviously ashamed now. Okay this was definitely the last time he tried stealing from anyone's room...pockets would have to do...
That... okay, Allison still thought it was pretty useless in any way that Sanctuary would respect, but there were certainly some conversations that she did not want him to see. She frowned, straightened up, and held a hand out. That got it close enough to the bottles of ink on her desk for her to call one over; she disguised the limit with a gesture like summoning, and let the bottle drop into her palm. It was pink, and pearlescent; it looked like it was always mixing, though it was only patterns of the light. She held the bottle between her fingers, and let it dangle over the kid's head, testing a bit more weight on his throat. "And I can kill everyone in this building with this." Maybe not quite, at least without reusing it, and once she started reusing she could kill everyone with a drop. But he didn't need to know that.
"So...." Allison unscrewed the top, and turned the bottle upside down, holding all of the ink in the bottle except for a small splash. That landed on his collar, rather than his forehead or eyes, but oh well; that would do. Her foot pressed a bit more firmly into his throat to warn him while the ink slipped through his shirt and she screwed the top back on the bottle. That warning given, she lifted her foot off his neck, and used her toe to push the collar of his shirt out of the way, getting as close to his collarbone as she could and shaping the ink into a simplistic but recognizable hummingbird. Someone else who'd annoyed her, anyway, would recognize it. ""What did you see?"
Posted by Ty Fisher on Apr 9, 2013 17:14:05 GMT -6
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Ty began to fear for his life now, sweat pouring from his brow and the formerly smart-alecky expression was now a fearful one. For once, he was truly fearful for no one but his own safety. He was going to die...by ink of all things. He bit his lip, figuring now he may as well spill it.
"Okay okay! I saw your jacket...I saw everything it saw over the years, okay? From you in high school all the way up to my ass getting stuck in it!" He exhaled, not really paying attention to what she was doing. More along the lines of praying she didn't kill him and in the process mentally trying to make things right with any and every god he could think of.
"Really." Allison's voice was flat, and her expression matched it. It hadn't taken long at all to think just how long she'd had that jacket, and how much of her life she'd had it with her for since then. She'd gotten it when she was still growing, though she'd stopped before the aunt who'd bought her the jacket planned... to everyone's surprise and her frustration; she was noticeably the shortest of everyone on that side of her family. But she'd liked the slightly-too-large volume of the jacket, especially in winter when it could go over another, and it had been worn... a lot. Through a lot of things, too, and dropped on stairs, chair or counter nearby for a lot more. "How do you know you saw everything?"
Hopefully he only meant pieces from the whole time. She had no idea how she would react if everything actually meant everything, but her foot was pressing into his collar bone with most of the pressure several years of running could create, and it was barely even intentional.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Apr 10, 2013 12:04:59 GMT -6
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Ty looked up at her, more or less just becoming pissed off, both at her and at himself, and it was starting to override the fear that she could very well kill him. "Well, I think I know how my own mutation works," he snapped, his icy blue eyes focused into a glare. "It crams every memory into my brain in a matter of a couple minutes. So, I saw everything."
As he felt the pressure on his collarbone, he got an idea. He had one shot at this, but he'd see how this would work. Quickly, he turned his body away from her with all the force he could muster. Hopefully this would throw her backwards and at least give him time to scramble to his feet and attempt a run for it while fighting to get out of the jacket.
If not, well...he was already screwed so, what did he have to lose?