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.
Character's full name: Daimon Slever Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Spectre Gender: Male Age: 24 Birthday: 8 / 2 / 1985 Nationality/ Ethnicity: American / Caucasian Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Sacramento, California
Appearance
Hair color and style: His short combed back hair is Jet-Black with flecks of white and silver, a somewhat salt and pepper look. Eyes: chartreuse (a clear, light green with a yellowish tinge) Height: 5' 11" Build: Daimon is a rather large young man, a bit thick around the mid section, Some may even call him fat. But he doesn't care; he carries himself with A very proud walk standing roughly six feet tall. His thick body build goes the same for his arms and legs, he is not too muscular but is not too flabby either. Visible mutation: No real visible mutations, unless looking like you swallowed a beach ball a mutation. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: He has tribal marking tattoos circling his left eye and spanning down his neck and across his left arm. Other features: His eyes squint a bit every now and then when he is deep in thought, a grin curling the side of his mouth. You will rarely see Daimon without a smile on his face.
Everyday clothing style: Daimon likes to dress lavishly, clothed in imported silk suits and velvet smoking jackets Sleepwear: Nothing but the most comfortable evening wear touches his skin, woven by the finest tailors he can find. Miscellaneous clothing: The occasional sports jacket and jean shorts do grace his corpulent physique, when he wants to blend in among the common folk.
Character
Personality: Daimon thinks himself better then the common man, feeling as though he earned his wealth and power by sheer force of will and determination. He views other people of wealth as undeserving of their riches, and figures he is more entitled to it then they are. Hobbies/ Interests: The Occult has always intrigued him, the undead most of all, wondering if he is among them. Job or part time job and description: Daimon enjoys the life of a Bon Vivant, a person who lives luxuriously and enjoys good food and drink. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Daimon fears that one day his life will return to what it was before, a life filled with degradation, hopelessness and pain. Having to scrape by from day to day, living off the garbage of society. Special talents: When he wants to be, Daimon can be overwhelmingly charming, his silver tongue always seeming to know just what you want to hear.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Daimon is Neutral but leaning toward the side of Bad, he is typically selfish and has no qualms about turning on his allies if it meant saving his own skin. Daimon has no problems about harming others to get what he wants, but neither will he go out of his way to cause carnage or mayhem when he sees no direct benefit to it.
Mutations
Mutation description: Incorporeal: Daimon can assume to form of a transparent ghost like state, no longer possessing a physical body. Becoming immune to nearly all physical attacks, punches, bullets, swords . merely pass right though him.This innate ability allows him to walk through walls, barricades and the like. But elemental, energy and mental attacks can hit him just fine. Strengths: Immunity to physical damage Weaknesses: unable to interact with the physical world, he cannot pick up items or attack people while in this state.
Secondary Mutation: Possession: While in his ghost form, he can attempt to inhabit the body of another. While in possession of a person he has access to their knowledge and abilities, and in mutant cases able to use some of their powers. He needs to make contact with the individual he intends to host him, normally by walking into their body, but in combat this may be a bit difficult. Strengths: Having the limited use of others peoples talents, knowledge and abilities. Weaknessess: Inhabiting the target is not the hardest part, exerting his control over them is harder still. Those with highly developed minds and indomitable wills are nearly impossible for him to control, it all comes down to a battle of will power and reasoning in the end. If the target is willing to host him there is no problem, but is rarely the case. Those with mental powers can effectively exorcise Daimon from a host, his mind already stressed by bending a victim to his will has barely the strength to resist their power.
Fighting Style: Daimon sticking with his ghost like persona, loves using a chain as his weapon of choice.
Explanation: Either using his chain like a whip to lash his foe from afar, or entangling his opponent in it's coil in a dominating manner. Pros for fighting style: With this weapon he can keep his foe at a fair distance, liking to keep a respectable space between him and his advisory. Cons for fighting style: His techniques of fighting with a chain leave him unbalanced, close quarters fighting is the position he least wants to be in. Not being the most athletic guy, up close and personal always ends with a fist in his face.
Faction Allegiance The X-men/ The Order/ The Kabal/ Other/ Unaffiliated All new characters start as unaffiliated. Joining a faction can be established through in character RPing. You do not ever need to be affiliated with one of the factions.
History Of Your Character: Growing up in the back alleys of a huge city, he lived out his earlier years as a gutter snipe. He looked quite different then... Thin, gaunt and under fed. He slept in the street, eat whatever he could and was always looked down upon by the rest of the city. He was filthy, stinking and malnourished. He was angry at everyone and everything in his life, he lived in fear that today would be his last day alive, whether from starvation, disease, or the rising crime rate that left several of his alley mates dead. But all that changed in the most peculiar way one evening... A gang of thugs on their nightly spree of the bad side of town, found young Daimon and thought they would have some fun. It was not a fight, it was a beating, four large men shoved him against the alley wall and began to pummel him with in an inch of his life. When it came time for the leader to have his little go Daimon thought, "This was it... so this is how I finally meet my end..." a punch to his stomach made Daimon double over onto his knees, blood dribbling from the corners of his mouth. Daimon wanted to run, wanted to flee, wanted to just disappear... And oddly enough he started to, looking down at his bruised and bloodied hands as if through a heat haze, like he had become wisps of smoke. The frightened thugs pulled several hand guns from their pockets and began to unload everything they had at this ghostly apparition. Hitting nothing but air they stood dumb founded as this wraith came stumbling toward them. They yelled and took off running, all of them pushing and scrambling to get away from this nightmare, all but one, the leader. As this mountain of a man ripped a pipe from the alley wall, he let loose a battle cry that would have frozen the blood of any citizen, but not Daimon. With his crude weapon in hand he charged at this freak of nature, and with both hands swung with all his might and cleaved down the middle of this ghost, splitting it in two. But before his eyes line that ran from head on down just billowed and it looked as if it had not been touch. Daimon Smiled and reached out a wispy hand toward the face of the crouching man, the thugs eyes wide with terror and disbelief. Soon a scream rent the night and the figure of the leader walked from the alley way, an odd gleam in his eye and a smirk on his lips, and in his gravely voice he spoke, "I can get used to this..."
Roleplay Where did you learn about this site?: Another user told me of this place, Kasumi to be exact. Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: none
Sample RP: Many years from his first possession, Daimon had acquired great wealth. Possessing some poor fool, stealing the goods and having his host takes the rap for the crime. And Last night was no different, It's amazing how easy it was for him to rob a bank when he was possessing the owner. But tonight was his night to relax, for he was sitting at a table of the most expensive restaurant in the city. A bottle of wine older then his great grandfather sits to his left, it's perfume like essence tempting his nose. A rack of lamb lay before his with all the fixings, and another five courses left to go. He laughed his booming laugh, and elegantly cut a piece from the rack of glistening meat. But before he could place it in his salivating mouth, and enjoy its rich and decadent flavors his cell phone rang. Looking as disappointed as a child that dropped it's ice cream cone he set his fork down and reluctantly fished in his jacket pocket for his phone. Answering it with a very charming voice he said, "Yes, this is Daimon, how may I help you?" His hand inching toward his lamb laden fork, "Well a hello, greetings and salutations to you as well inspector... Me? Why I was here of course, enjoying the salmon fillet and chocolate truffles... Yes, you can check the reservation list, you will find my name there from eight in the evening to midnight... Yes, I am sure you will inspector... Good night" closing his phone replaced in back in his pocket. "Good luck inspector..." Daimon commented as he almost painfully slowly placed the delectable lamb in his mouth and chewed. "Good luck indeed..."
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