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.
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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.
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If there was one thing she understood, it was being in need. She had needed a lot when first moving to the city, and even more when she'd switched from the mansion to the Sanctuary. Andrea simply couldn't ignore that Persi was desperately in need of clothing... and probably an assortment of other things too.
Which was why she had made room in her schedule to drop by his room and take him out for a surprise shopping spree; on her. It wasn't like she was about to make the kid pay for his own necessities, if she was the only forcing him to go purchase them. He probably needed whatever money he had, if he had any, for books and food and stuff. Whatever it was kids did these days.
Hesitantly, since she didn't know what he (or a roommate) could be doing, like sleeping, she knocked. "Persi?... It is me, Andrea?" She hoped he was in, considering this was a rather random visit. If she wasn't she'd have to find another time to get the drop on him.
She also didn't want Saph to be around, as she was sure he'd laugh at her and poke endlessly at the fact that she was acting someones mom again. Also, she had stolen some of Saph's clothing, as hers were all being washed.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 22:27:53 GMT -6
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Persi did not appreciate the pink haired guy's idea of training. Especially not the punching-Persi-in-the-face part. Equally annoying, though, was the make-Persi-exhausted part; it had been at least half an hour, probably longer since Persi had gotten back inside, showered, and washed his clothes, and his arms still felt like the muscles were being stretched too thin. The rest of him was still tired (and in the case of his face, decorated with a now very visible bruise), but not as bad as his arms. Which was good, he wasn't sure he'd have been able to convince himself to walk if his legs had been.
They weren't, though, and he was walking back from the showers to his room, with the sleeves of Aiden's shirt pushed up his arms, his own (still slowly dripping, though he'd tried wringing them out and holding them under the air dryer) clothes hanging from one hand while the other hovered free, in case the sweatpants decided to try falling off again. His hair, of course, was dripping too, but he'd given up on making it stop. It would dry off on its own eventually.
...Why was Andrea knocking on his door? Dripping hair and clothes, bruises, and tired muscles were (mostly) forgotten when Persi discovered the snake-haired woman. By his door, knocking. He... really could not think of any reason for that, at all. "Um, Andrea?"
She had been about to give up. It didn't seem like anyone was home, and her knuckles were starting to hur--
"Um, Andrea?"
She turned, a smile already blooming on her face at the sound of his voice... and then froze. What was wrong with his face? It looked like he'd run into someones fist on repeat. "Persi!"
The waterworks started before she could stop it, and with a lunge the Greek wrapped her arms around Blake. Or rather, around his neck, then pulled him into her with all the force she could muster, while dripping big soppy tears on him from above. "What happened!? Who did this too you?! Are you alright?!"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 22:54:17 GMT -6
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"Gah!" Persi had not had any particularly strong expectations for what Andrea was doing there, but that was definitely not a reaction that had entered the realm of possibility yet. "Ow." Bruises were perfectly capable of being painful when pressed against someone's chest, too, it turned out. Especially when they were still new enough to hurt on their own. "Can I breath?" And not add bruised ribs to the list? That would be nice.
The answer turned out to be yes, fortunately. Once he could he realized his clothes were now dripping on his feet, and the water was soaking into the pants he was wearing. That was... not appreciated. He moved them away, checked that the sweatpants weren't falling down again (they had, a handful of inches, so hopefully she hadn't noticed before he pulled them back up), and sorted through her questions. "Um. I'm fine. Some idiot with pink hair decided he was going to teach me martial arts, and punched me in the face a couple times. He said it was an accident the first time." And then kept grinning. Also, Persi probably should have learned the pink haired idiot's name... but whatever. Hopefully he wouldn't have to deal with him again.
The ow and the request to breath led to her letting him go again. Still, she hovered near and eyed him up and down, fretting without shame. "Pink hair?" ... Did she know anyone with pink hair? She couldn't recall. She also didn't approve of this 'martial arts' if it pertained to actually punching teenagers like Persi in the face. The kids in those little classes she walked past all the time never did that! And they looked like they were have lots of fun!
"Where was this? Where is this pink haired guy?" She felt like she needed to do something to bring this pink-haired-hooligan to justice! She... just didn't know what to do yet. Go hunt Saph down and have him take care of it? Eh, maybe not. She had a feeling that would only end up in more punching, knowing Saph. Maybe she should track down someone in charge and report it? While that sounded like a perfectly fine idea, she also wasn't sure if it would resolve the issue. Didn't bullies react badly to tattle-tails? She surely didn't want to get Persi in more trouble.
So... that left trying to resolve it herself. Peacefully. Through talking! Yes, this was a fine idea.
Persi's pants were falling off. He still needed clothes, dear lord he needed clothes! Reaching out to grab his hand, she shifted courses momentarily. "We are going to go find this boy and I am going to have a talk with him. It is unacceptable to do such a thing to a student, for any reason!... but first we are getting you a belt." Saph wouldn't mind her borrowing one of his belts... probably.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 23:27:35 GMT -6
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"Yeah." Pink hair was a bit odd, but not that unbelievable. Persi had black, green and blue hair. ...And blonde hair, at the moment, but that wasn't intentional. He just couldn't do anything about it.
"Outside?" That probably wasn't what she meant. "I don't know, he's probably somewhere around here...."
Damn. She had noticed. Persi tried to pretend he wasn't blushing. And scrambled to both hold his clothes, hold up Aiden's pants, and not trip over said pants when Andrea started dragging him along. "Um... they're sweatpants. They don't have belt loops." Even though Persi now dearly wished they did. "And, um... what boy?" He had no idea how a boy had gotten involved in this, unless she meant Aiden, and Persi didn't know how she'd know who he'd gotten the pants from, or why they'd then be looking for him.
"You can borrow some of Saph's pants, then. He is pretty thin, so they should fit you." Might have to roll up the cuffs, though...
"The boy that hit you." She stated, confident that only someone of Persi's age group would have done such a thing. Kids and their fighting. Such a shame. "How hard did he hit you? Perhaps we should stop by and see the doctor before we confront this pink haired rascal?"
Was that a good idea? Probably, or at least if she were the one with the burise face, it's what she would have done. Teenagers had these weird things like pride and street cred nowadays, though, so she wasn't sure if Persi would agree to it.
"We will find him, do not fret. All we need to do is search, and maybe ask around." Someone with such an odd hair color would surely stick out, right?
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 23:51:10 GMT -6
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"Okay...." Persi had no idea who Saph is, or why he (or Andrea) was entitled to Saph's pants, but he was pretty sure arguing wouldn't be heard at this point, much less listened to. And he didn't want to keep wearing pants that would fall off. He'd tried to just wear them as pajamas, which mostly worked even though his clothes were still a bit damp in the mornings, but after the "training" he had just felt too disgusting not to shower.
"Uh...." Persi was sensing a bit of a miscommunication here. Possibly several. "I'm okay, it's just a bruise. And, uh, I don't think he's really a boy, he said he was an X man...." Not that Persi was totally sure what that meant, but it did include 'man' in the name.
She nearly tripped. "He is a what?" The shocked, unbelieving stare she turned and leveled on him was only made worse by the fact that her mouth was slightly agape.
An X-man had punched Persi in the face? Multiple times?
"...What..." Temporarily, she forgot what she was going, or where for that matter. The fact that it hadn't been a student that Persi had gotten into an altercation with made things infinitely more troublesome. Was this now one of those cases where you couldn't go to the cops, because the bad guy was the cops?
After her brief stumble, she recalled where she had been headed before that bit of information was dropped. Short, determined strides carried her (and dragged Persi) to the room she shared with Saphirus. Where she stole a pair of jeans from his drawer, and a belt from the back of a chair. After a moments though, she stole a T-shirt too. It didn't matter to her that the shirt technically had 'I see punch dead people'.
After she handed them off to Persi and gave him the room to change, she headed back toward his room to drop off his wet and dirty clothes. Now... what to do about the pink haired x-man bully.
"We should start by searching the last place you saw him." She was determined, if uncertain, about getting this man- whoever he was- to apologize to the boy. One way or another.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 24, 2013 0:23:02 GMT -6
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Persi jumped at Andrea's reaction. He fortunately managed not to squeak. "Um... he said I needed to learn not to piss off an X man. And so he was going to teach me to fight. I don't really get that logic.... And, um, he said he punched me accidentally because I got in the way." Persi might have no fondness whatsoever for pink haired guy, but he didn't really feel like being punched more now, and getting the guy in trouble was probably a good way to be punched more. Plus, he didn't want Andrea mad at him if she did manage to find the guy and he said Persi hadn't said something that turned out to be important. "Oh. And, um, he was going to let me punch him, but I didn't." No need to add that he hadn't because he knew he couldn't hit hard and would just be mocked more for it. Besides, he really didn't want to turn into pink haired guy.
And then they were moving again. And in a room, and Andrea was giving him clothes, and somehow she'd stolen his when she left. Persi took time to blink at the door and wonder how she'd managed that before eyeing the clothes. They... actually weren't too much bigger than him; the belt might not even be needed. Considering the experiences he'd had with the sweatpants though, he was wearing it anyway, just in case. They hadn't seemed too big either.
...Well. Until they fell down immediately after putting them on. They hadn't fallen that much, though. Still. Belt.
The shirt got a somewhat more skeptical look. 'I punch people'? Persi... really didn't feel like wearing that. Especially if they were going to go look for the guy he'd refused to punch. There was just too much opportunity to mock him there. Also, who wore a shirt that said 'I punch people'? No one that Persi could imagine being nice enough to be associated with Andrea. Maybe she had a... no, she'd said her brother was a little kid. Hm.
Persi spent enough time contemplating the shirt that he was only just getting it on--inside out, so that it wouldn't be about punching people--when Andrea returned. Once it was on, he looked at Andrea. "Um, who is Saph, and why are you entitled to his pants?"
The things Persi had told her made her just furious, honestly! She had never been one for violence, it was true, but now she was sure anything labeled as training was black-booked forever as well. In fact, the entire march back to her room was spent plotting various ways of going to whoever was in charge of the school and bringing this obviously illegal practice to light.
"Um, who is Saph, and why are you entitled to his pants?"
... and then Persi floored her with that. Standing in her doorway with one hand on the knob and the other raised and pointed like she'd been about to say something, the Greek found herself suddenly at a lost for words. She was... entitled to his pants?
In the faction of time it took for her to process those words and then completely blow them out of context, her face darkened to roughly the shade of tree bark. Slowly, politely, she turned and shut the door, then stared vacantly at the wall across from it.
How was she supposed to answer that? The simply way would be explain that she and Saph were a couple and that they lived together, but... that was pretty close to explaining the birds and the bees in her mind. After a moment of quietly hyperventilating and forcing the blood pooled in her back back into her body, she swung the door open again. "...Um... Saph is... Saph is..." Her pet snorted from the other side of the room, rolled over on her back in the dog bed she called him.
"Saph is my pig?"
Blinking at herself as the words left her lips, it didn't even occur to her how strange that surely sounded.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 26, 2013 17:36:49 GMT -6
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"Uh...." Apparently, that was not a question he was supposed to be asking. Persi had no idea why he shouldn't have asked it, but Andrea staring and backing out was a pretty good clue that he shouldn't have. He blinked, stared at the door, and played with the edges of the shirt while he waited. Hopefully Andrea would come back, Persi didn't actually know where he was right now... he could probably wander to somewhere he recognized, but still. He'd rather not have offended her. It was kind of difficult to tell what turning brown meant....
Andrea did return, fortunately, after not too long. And... um....
Persi blinked, and stared at her.
Then he turned, and stared at the pig. When had a pig gotten in the room?
Persi turned back to Andy. "You have a pig? And it wears pants?"
...The pants did not look like the pig could even wear them, anyway. Shirts tended to be more manipulable, but this one didn't look like a pig had worn it. Persi... did not think this made sense.
"He... is very possessive of clothing." Dogs did that, right? With owners and stuff... so, clothing wasn't all that far off... right?
"Kind of like when little dogs form deep attachments to people. Only in this case its... clothes." Lips tight and uncertain, she proceeded to shuffle quickly across the room, pick up her pet pig, and then carted her over to Saph's dresser. The greek proceeded to open a drawer and placed the startled pig inside. "See?"
Piggy oinked and snorted, eyeing her owner up and down before she decided that the clothes pile were much more comfortable than her doggy bed.
Andrea breathed a sigh of relief that the animal hadn't simply jumped from the drawer, and turned on Persi. "See! Happy as a clam, he is. Now, letsgo." She shooshed him out of the room, waving her hands, and shut the door swiftly behind her. Once out in the hallway, she...er... she wasn't exactly sure what to do now. Whether Blake believed her about the pig or not, she was more than thoroughly embarrassed. Would it be proper to try and confront a bully while blushing? She wasn't sure.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 26, 2013 18:51:51 GMT -6
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"Uh...." Training or not, Persi was definitely building up muscles. Specifically, the ones used for blinking. In this instance, at pigs which fell asleep in clothes drawers. Which they were apparently possessive of. And... Persi really had no idea why she even had a pig. Was it a pet?
...Mutants. It had to be a mutant thing. Persi was just going to blame all insanity in this place on being a mutant thing. Otherwise his brain would break.
And then they were out of the room. That was... slightly abrupt, it seemed, but nothing Persi objected to. He felt no particular need to stay in the room with the clothes-obsessed pig. Instead he continued fidgeting with the collar of the shirt, not really used to the way it felt inside out. Fortunately he remembered there being some half-hearted fashion of clothes with seams on the outside a while ago, so he could probably pretend the shirt was that. "So, um... what now?" Persi really didn't know what Andrea was planning now, and wasn't sure he'd understand correctly even if he did; she kept a pig in her room, after all. Who knew how her thoughts worked.
Right... what now? Now... now they had to set out and accomplish the task that had started the whole thing. Pink haired bully x-man.
"We should try to find this man who hurt you, that is what we should do." She nodded to herself, tapping her fingers on her chin, before abruptly starting off down the hall. "After all, is was highly inappropriate for him to lay even a finger on you, training or no training!"
Half way down the hallway, though, her stomach promptly decided that was a terrible idea. The sounds that issued forth from under her stolen shirt sounded like the echoes of some far away demonic creature. The Greek stopped, her hands rushing to her belly like they could keep the sound in, and she hazarded an embarrassed glance over her shoulder at Persi. Had he heard?... oh, she hoped he hadn't heard.
"I... um... I must be hungry. Would you mind terribly if we stopped for a snack?" Smiling guiltily, she patted her tummy as it growled ferociously once more.