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.
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Individual
Character's full name: Leslie Robert Erickson
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: The Director
Gender: It's complicated.
Age: 53
Date of Birth: (10/20/61)
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Washington State.
Nationality:American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Of mixed Caucasian heritage.
Appearance
Hair color and style: Anything he wants. He can, within moments, change his hair length and color.
Skin Tone: Subject to change. Default : black and white
Eye Color: Subject to change. Default: N/A
Height: Subject to change. Default: 7 ft
Build: Subject to change. Default: Very, very lanky.
Visible mutation: When not shifted, he takes on an eerie form. He has eight limbs, two sets sit in the normal human locations, though they are elongated, and end in tendrils with suckers on them. The other two jut out in random directions. His face is a blank slate; fleshy, but pulsating with a sort of respiratory manner. His non- facial structure is black, and very much resembles a business suit. Many people relate him to the popular horror stories of the slender man. He rarely uses this form, however, as he has taken to spending most of his time shifted.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None in his mutant form, though when an adapted is around he takes his human form, which has some limited facial scarring.
Other features: N/a
Everyday clothing style:
Uniform: He often creates his own faux clothing, which can range from business casual to women’s club apparel, depending on who he is being.
Sleepwear: Nuuuuude!
Miscellaneous clothing: He wears a ring around his neck on a necklace.
Character
Personality: He is the most unfathomably selfish person anyone could ever meet. He cares not for the lives of others, the joy of others, or even the convenience of others. Stripping away the thin veneer of confidence and wit, you are left with perhaps the world’s most lonely and self-hating individual.
He detests living. He detests himself. Above all he absolutely detests seeing other people happy. This stems from him being bitter over having his happiness taken away from him.
Hobbies/ Interests:Breaking people’s hearts so that they will be as miserable as he. The director will pretend to be someone for months in order to get someone to fall in love with him so that he can explain to them how useless they are, and leave them. He’s that much of a jerk. Also, running for Governer!
Job or part time job and description: Full time politician; Aiming for the governor’s seat.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Never being able to rest, heaven not existing, and sharks.
Special talents: He plays a mean saxophone. He is very, very good at public speaking.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: It’s complicated. He’s not a good person; he acknowledges that, but a certain event in his life compels him to do good things. More on that later.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Octopus-based human mimicry. The Director can change the color and texture of his skin surface; he can retract his limbs to adjust his height. This allows him to change his appearance to that of a normal human at will.
Strengths: Because of his octopus-based physiology does not need to sleep, he can change his hair color, apparent sex, physical appearance, and add his own clothes to the equation at will; changes only take a few seconds, and he can emulate any non-real face. That meaning he cannot perfectly mimic the faces of people who actually exist, though he can get close enough for people to mistake him for them at a distance.
His grip is rather great, considering the little microscopic suction cups that run down the lengths of his fingers. It’s likenable to the grip strength of an experienced mountain climber.
In a crunch he can use his tentacles as weapons, lashing out to strangle things.
He is able to squeeze through very tight places, only needing to be able to squeeze his beak (yes, he has a beak) through. 5 square inches will suffice.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
He sacrifices a lot for his mutation; His brain chemistry has been altered so that sensations like taste, smell, pleasure, everything but sight and hearing are limited by about half.
He has no bone structure, so lifting things more than, say, 50 lbs is out of the question.
He cannot copy another human’s face; he can only create someone who looks sort of like them. There is one exception to this rule; His own face. His classical human face is still a part of his DNA, and he can revert back to it at will.
He is limited in self-made clothing by the number of tentacles he has, as he creates the realistic clothing by covering his body with one.
He can only mimic natural organic textures, which means no plastics, metals, stones, ect.
He can only stay in a form other than his blank-face form and his original human form for 3 hours at a time, needing to take a 2 minute break in between maxed out shifts.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: As it was stated before, he is not physically strong, though he is able to grip things very securely. He tends to fold when hit.
Fighting Style: Nope.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Ow.
History Of Your Character
Once upon a time there was a man. He wasn’t a good man, nor was he a particularly bad man. This man, named Leslie from birth, fell in love. Leslie loved Mark Reynolds. Mark was a very good man; his heart was as big as the biggest ocean, and he loved Leslie back. Mark was a mutant. Leslie could care less.
Together they dreamed of a white picket fence in a small town far from the city in which they lived; anything that Mark wanted, Leslie would make happen. After completing law school and gathering a good bit of money from civil rights violation lawsuits, he whisked Mark away to Merritville South Dakota, a small town of 8000 strong. There, Leslie joined the city council, easily winning the seat through his rather compelling and creative speak. He always made friends easily, and had no trouble fitting in around town.
Mark stayed home and wrote novels, speaking out for same sex marriage rights. Everything went well until that small town realized who Leslie came home to, and what Mark wrote on a regular basis. It was incredible how hostile good people could suddenly be when they found out you were not like them.
Before long, there were death threats. After that, there were bricks thrown through windows. They tried to go one living, hoping it would all blow over. It didn’t, and when he came home from being dismissed from his council seat permanently, he came home to a house with the door broken down.
He rushed in, only to find Mark laying on the floor, savagely beaten and near death. He called an ambulance, none came. Leslie spent the rest of the night clinging to his loved one as he died.
“I can’t live without you.” he said.
Mark replied. “You must. You cannot die.”
“What do I do?” He could hardly speak through tears.
“Change the world. Make it a better place… And after you do… Come find me in heaven.”
Those were his last words. Mark was a mutant. His ability was to make people do what he wanted… It was one that he swore never to use, and even while a room full of ignorant, misdirected people beat him to death, he refused. But he simply couldn’t die knowing that Leslie would throw his life away in response.
Leslie left that night. He fled back home to Seattle. He hid in his old room. He wasted away. Getting out of bed was impossible. The foods that used to bring him comfort tasted like nothing. The songs that made his heart sing along were mute and empty. He felt himself change, and when he looked into the mirror, he was a monster.
Roleplay
Where did you learn about this site?: Oh google. You so good to me.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Saphirus and Roach!
Sample RP:
Click. Click. Click. He slid the bullets into the clip one by one, pausing only to scribble on a blank piece of paper.
This time, I have made sure of it. I will load the clip, and tape it in. I have already put more than one bullet in the clip, so the error from attempt number 18 will not happen again.
He took the clip, and slid it into a black 9mm pistol, stopping once more to casually spoon some chocolate chip cookie dough icecream into his mouth. He then took some heavy grade duct tape, and taped the clip into place. Lazily, he pulled the slide back on the gun, and bit the barrel, closing his eyes, and squeezing the trigger.
Click.
The clip was sitting next to him on the couch. The duct tape was in the garbage. He glanced over to a counting stop watch laid out on the table. A long sigh was followed by the sound of the gun being tossed onto the table, and the scribbling of more notes.
Attempt number 57: failure. 17 seconds lost. This is hopeless. I’m going to go out dancing; maybe I’ll bring a stranger home. He dropped the pencil on the table, and then rubbed his eyes. He was the big man! He was that well-spoken, incredibly moral politician in town who was going to do what he could to help the people! Also, he’d tried to kill himself four times this week, and it was Wednesday, and now he was going to take on the appearance of an easy snag at a bar.
