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.
Posted by nevermore on Jan 25, 2011 0:39:57 GMT -6
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Character's full name: Wayne Ambrose DeLacy Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Gender: Male Age: Twenty-Four Date of Birth: November 13th 1987 Nationality/ Ethnicity: Native American
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Appearance
Hair color and style: Black, long, and unkempt. Eyes: Brown Height: 5'8" Build: Lanky, awkward, scrawny. Long arms and legs, big hands and feet. Visible mutation: Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Long, thick scar along his back, a few on his face, and just generally dotted over his body from a multitude of mishaps. Other features:
Everyday clothing style: Jeans, button up shirts, ties, and sweater vests. Uniform: Sleepwear: Flannels Miscellaneous clothing: Wears thick framed glasses
Character
Personality: Somewhat an socially awkward person, he tends to shy away from large groups. He is bookish, intelligent, but pretends to be otherwise. He is really very klutzy. He knows he isn't a Casanova or dashing prince charming, but despite this he is a great romantic and very chivalrous, taking his ques from ancient etiquette books. He also has a preference for men, sexually. He goes through great lengths to hide this, as there are many who still love to hate. If he were to ever enter into a conversation about super powers, he would say his would be being unlucky. He doesn't believe himself to be special in anyway, and so doesn't know just yet that he has any sort of mutation.
Hobbies/ Interests: Reading, drawing, writing, people watching. Job or part time job and description: He works full time at the Library. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Touching people, talking to people... really just people in general. Special talents: He is a quick reader, and pretty sprightly on his feet.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. He just doesn't like fights, he prefers to keep to himself. To take a side would mean to join a team which would mean people. Lots of people.
Mutations
Mutation description: Wayne learns things quickly. Very quickly. So you could say accelerated learning is his ability. If you teach him to do something he'll remember exactly how to do it, mimicking moves and committing information to memory. He may only do this from either books or watching a person.
Strengths: He can learn to fight fairly quickly, fly a plane, fix a car or blender, or memorize an entire book on quantum theory. Weaknesses: He may learn to do things he has no use for, or could be detrimental to himself (his record mostly). It is also limited to what you teach him. You show him how to paint a portrait of a dog, he will only know how to paint that dog in those exact colors and in that exact style, unless you teach him how to paint something different. Teach him how to change a headlight, that's the only part of the car he'll know how to fix. He can't just read the car manual and know how to do it. It's just theory in his head. He could explain how to do this but actually putting it into practice would be complicated for him. If he doesn't have the same physical strength or agility he won't be able to do things exactly as others do them. Televisions don't work with his ability, but he never really watches one anyway. Like with everything, if he does not practice or read, he will only remember bits and pieces.
Explanation: He doesn't fight, to put it simply. Pros for fighting style: He is a rather nice guy! Cons for fighting style: He gets beat up an awful lot.
Faction Allegiance Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character
He was born. Born a beautiful baby boy to wonderfully loving parents. Except he was born dead. The doctors revived him, but whether this is lucky or unlucky can be determined by the life he comes to lead. You see, the only time he was ever truly safe was while he was an infant. He started walking and talking a bit earlier than most babies, and that's where trouble began. There was not a flight of stairs he could make it up or down safely, a smooth surface he wouldn't trip over, a corner he wouldn't bump his head on, or a sidewalk on which he wouldn't scrape his knee. And while he could talk, average baby words, the doctors deemed him mentally retarded. And he grew up most of his elementary years with kids making fun of him, and with a nurse to watch over him as he did his best at learning.
Then puberty hit and quite suddenly he became a genius. Everything he read he took in, he became good at sports simply by watching the other kids (though he did hate participating, lots of bodies pushing against each other an all). His parents were overjoyed by this sudden, unexpected change. The called it a miracle. They called it lucky. Lucky? Well, that would depend. He was entering the years of later middle school, early high school. He now understood what ever insult thrown at him meant, he now understood the meanness behind the greetings. People were scary, it was like he had awoken out of a fog and into a throng of monsters. He took solace in books, which made him even more a social outcast, along with his stutter. He was sent to a speech therapist for it, and he could mimic her words beautifully. But put him back out in the throng of students and the stutter was back.
In High School he found he liked guys. Yes, other men. He spent so much time being made fun of for being a 'homosexual' that he finally realized he was one. He didn't flaunt it, didn't try to hook up with another guy. In fact, nothing change with this realization. He went on being tortured until college. Here he learned the tools of the trade for the one thing he loved above all else. Books. And so he became a Librarian, a job which didn't require too much human interaction. He moved to New York for a job opportunity and now works at a rather large, respectable Library.
And that, my friends, is how the cookie crumbles.
Roleplay Where did you learn about this site?: Looked up X-Men roleplay and guess who was at the tippy-top? Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: No Sample RP:
Mister Wayne Ambrose DeLacy stood out in the middle of the blizzarding snow, shovel in hand. His parents sat inside their nice cozy little house with the fire lit in the fireplace, while he, the visitor, was out shoveling their walk. Why couldn't he just say no? He began his task, mumbling to himself as he did so. And why didn't they have a snow blower like everyone else in Wisconsin?! Here for the holidays and it was already turning out wretched. He sighed, thrusting snow from the walk to the mountainous pile in the yard. He hit a patch of ice beneath the snow, impaled himself upon the handle of the shovel, thereby breaking the handle and falling forward into the snow.
He groaned, holding his stomach. Everything was even blurrier. Quickly he dug about for his glasses only to find that the lenses had cracked. Another groaned and he put them back on. He went in search for another shovel, tossing his broken one in the trash. "They bet-t-t-ter make me some d-d-damn good hot-t-t cocoa," he grumbled under his breath. New shovel and he started again.
Why he was doing this while it was snowing, he hadn't the foggiest. His father had said something about getting half the work down now so it would be easier latter. Like hell it would be. The snow stung his face as the harsh, cold wind blew it at him. With every shovel full so much of it fell back upon him. He hated this weather. He couldn't wait to get back to New York. At least he wouldn't have to shovel anything there.
Once finished he turned back to see that his work was nearly buried in snow. He gritted his teeth and held back hot tears that would only freeze to his face. He took the shovel back into the garage and went back in the house. Let them deal with it later.
The mutation's really interesting!
