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.
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Brooklyn, New York
Appearance
Hair color and style: Brown medium length military style cut
Eyes: Brown with a dark green center
Height: 5' 10"
Build: medium well defined build
Visible mutation: When power is active he has crystals of various sizes covering either portions or all of his body, when he pushes his power to its upper limits his eyes give off a faint blue glow.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Joe has several scars on his body a large scar on the front and back of his left shoulder from where an AK-47 round went though, he also a small scar at the corner off his left eye and the left side of his mouth from a knife wound. Joe also has more tattoos then scars a large skull with wings on his back one side appearing to be good while the other appearing evil with the quote "if we live right we can't die wrong" underneath it. On his right shoulder, the same side as the evil part of his back tattoo, Joe has a wicked twisting of tribal coming down to about his elbow. The shoulder and back tattoo all are a personal message to himself to help remind himself that good and evil live inside all of has but as long as we try to live our lives honorably when we die it will be worth something. On his right forearm he also has the words "Semper Fidelis" with an eagle globe and anchor next to it closest to his hand and across his chest the words "death before dishonor" are written.
Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Joe can almost always be seen wearing a t-shirt of some kind with Jeans and boots on.
Uniform: Tape wrapped hands and black fighting shorts.
Sleepwear: Sweatpants or basketball shorts depending on temperature no shirt.
Miscellaneous clothing: Joe will also commonly wear a dark brown riding jacket with two lighter brown stripes running down the arms or a black leather jacket with a hoodie built into it.
Character
Personality: Joe tends to remain quiet most of the time but that's not to say that when he loses his temper things can get out of hand. An explosive temper that when set off is violent but short lived as he tends to resolve whatever issue upset him quickly. Joe has a strong sense of honor and whatever he does he makes sure he is satisfied with the results because his name is going to be attached to it.
Hobbies/ Interests: Drinking, smoking cigars, fighting, riding his motorcycle, trying to forget the nightmares.
Job or part time job and description:A Marine Corps infantry doesn't translate over into the civilian world well so for the time being Joe makes his money through fighting.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns:While not debilitating Joe is extremely uncomfortable around needles from his time in custody (see history). He also has a fear of falling from heights the being up high doesn't bother him but the minute he has to come down either by rope or jumping his heart rate instantly increases.
Special talents:Expert rifleman, trained in the use of several types of heavy weapons.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: +1 Joe is a good man in his heart, though he wouldn't believe it if someone said so, but he is willing to do bad things to ensure that good innocent people dont have to.
Mutations
Mutation description: Crystal Growth
Strengths: Joe is able to create crystal growths and use them to cover individual body parts. He more commonly uses them to cover an area effect spanning outwards from his body or by shooting small shards over short distances. The crystals have a similar quality as to that of ballistic ceramics where as they can stop one or two rounds of small arms fire but after that the ballistic value drops significantly.
Weaknesses: Joe can only shoot the shards a max effective range of 20 feet with the force of a throwing knife. For him to be able to form a crystal it either has to be in direct contact with himself or direct contact with another crystal he formed. He currently only has a area effect of 15 feet for creating growths. If Joe overextends himself,an act he tends to do, he will be plagued with sever headaches, a narrowing of vision, and a slight to moderate loss of hearing. If he continues to push himself his body will forcibly put him into a form of hibernation his body sealing crystals around it, if enough are already covering his body, if not then the areas covered will lock together and the non-covered areas will remain exposed. The hibernation tends to last from 24-72 hours depending on if it was a sudden burst that expended his energy or a prolonged use the sudden burst tending to need a longer recovery time.
Secondary mutation description: N/A
Strengths: N/A
Weaknesses: N/A
Fighting Style
Explanation: Marine Corps Martial Arts Program (MCMAP) consists of a mix of judo, boxing, jujitsu, and karate.
Pros for fighting style:Highly flexible and adaptive style towards combat situations.
Cons for fighting style: Is overly dependent on ground fighting and if faced with multiple adversaries style is geared that loss of life is a given and objective becomes to eliminate as many opponents as possible.
Faction Allegiance Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character Joe was born January 10 th 1986 to Bruce and Kristine Enders. His father was a New York City fireman and his mother worked in an office position in Manhattan. For the first portion of his life Joe lived fairly normal going to school playing sports being on the upper echelon of popularity. During his second year of high school that all changed, 2001 would become the turning point in his life as he lost his Mother and Father all in a matter of moments. His Mothers office was located on the top portion of the World Trade Center and his fathers engine was one of the first responding to the scene on September 11 th and as Joe watched the television in his third period class he saw as he lost both parents in one day.
From that moment on Joe turned his attention towards the Marine Corps he joined the ROTC club in his school and dedicated himself towards joining after high school. He pushed away from all of his old friends and old involvements and concentrated on nothing but preparing himself for the new future that was laid out before him. The rest of school was different for Joe as all the people he used to call friends took offense to his new direction and on several occasions his old friends became enemies. On one occasion a former friend was sexually assaulting a female friend of theirs and as Joe was walking home he heard the screams and commotion coming from his old friends car Joe broke the window and pulled him from the car and proceeded to assault the side of his friends face. It wasn't until the girl had to push Joe off of the boy with all of her weight that the assault ended. As he settled down Joe left the scene the boy unconscious and bleeding the girl assured him that she wouldn't say anything to the police and that night Joe listened to the news and watched as the girl described a hooded vigilante rescuing her from being raped and also how the boy who had been the one who was beaten up was in critical condition and was suffering from brain swelling. It would go on that the boy remembered nothing from that entire day but none the less Joe would remember how it felt that day to help someone in need.
As Joe graduated high school and enlisted in the Marines he would quickly excel both physically and with the rifle moving him up to the top of his class. The same would be true at infantry school and shortly after that Joe would be in his first tour in Iraq. Joe's first tour was quick and relatively uneventful spending most of his time as base security he had a mostly quiet tour only being in a few small firefights.
After getting done with his first tour Joe would get stationed in Okinawa, Japan for a year before his next tour it was at this time Joe began to train heavily in MCMAP eventually earning his black belt and would begin to participate in mixed martial arts fights sanctioned by the Marine Corps and he would win several of his fights before getting deployed again this time to Afghanistan.
During this tour Joe would be assigned as a platoon sergeant and responsible for the lives of twelve Marines. It was at this time that Joe's life would once again be thrown off track. During a convoy his unit began taking small arms and after a few minutes into the intense gun fight Joe was hit through the left shoulder by an AK-47 round. Not ready to end the fight Joe continued to return fire against insurgents by resting his rifle on the hood of his HUMVEE. It was at this time Joe saw an RPG get leveled at him and another Marine and acting selflessly Joe grabbed the marine next to him tossing him to the ground and laying on top of him used his own body to protect against the ensuing explosion. The sound was deafening and the heat was enough to nearly blister his skin but Joe felt nothing hitting his body and as he opened his eyes he say the burning remains if the HUMVEE and the unconscious body of the marine underneath him. Lifting his eyes upwards he saw the members of his unit spread out across the battlefield dead. It was then Joe felt an arm wrap around his neck dragging him backwards before throwing him back on the ground. Struggling up to his knees Joe glared at the men aiming at him, his shoulder screamed in pain and knowing this was the end he spit at the ground of his attackers. The men began to say something to each other and lowered their weapons pointed towards Joe the look of amazement across their faces. It was at this point Joe noticed his uniform hanging loosely off his body and trying to look over his shoulder he noticed something reflecting the light coming off of his back. Turning to look at his attackers Joe was quickly greeted by a butt stock to the cheek and as he crumpled to the floor he blacked out.
Joe didn't know how long he was out but he remembers coming in and out the sounds of men talking in languages he didn't understand a bag over his head and his hands tied behind his back. He felt the rumbling of a truck and the heat of the sun on his shoulders. It wasn't until he awoke felt the cool sensation of air conditioning that fear truly crept into his heart. Opening his eyes out was obvious by the white sterile room that he was in a laboratory his hands were bound to a steel chair and his left shoulder was bandaged well. The next portion becomes hazy for him but he remembers being injected several times over a long period of time by his captors until one day waking at the center of a large crater of crystals and a US helicopter on the horizon. After finally getting out of Afghanistan Joe left the military and went back to New York to try and recover from his experience he suffers from PTSD and nightmares from his time trapped inside that lab. Joe feels lost and while he doesn't know it is looking for a purpose in life again and trying to come to grips with his being a mutant.
Roleplay
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Sample RP: Joe felt someone taping lightly against his cheek, and as he opened his eyes Joe tried to lift his head but exhaustion kept it hanging low. Angling his eyes up Joe breathed heavily and finally locked eyes a man kneeling in a white lab coat kneeled in front of him arms crossed across his chest a sarcastic sympathetic smile on his face. Joe recognized him instantly he had seen him several times before and from what Joe had gathered he was the one in charge here, wherever here was. The man said something to Joe in a low voice, Joe had no idea what it was said but either way he was sure it wouldn't be good. It was then that Joe noticed he had been cleaned up the vomit had been cleaned off of him and he noticed his cami trousers had been washed and put back on him. This couldn't be good, as the doctor finished saying something to Joe he stood and began address a group of individuals in a variety of clothing, some were dressed in military uniform, some in lab coats, and some in either eastern or western formal clothing. Joe was very much on display and as the doctor reached over and pulled a needle off of a cart standing next to him Joe flexed in his bonds, the last injection Joe had been given made him sick for a week an improvement on the one before that but none the less the side effects of these injections were of the worst kind.
As the doctor continued to talk he motioned for a younger man standing guard near the door towards Joe and again Joe tried to flex in his bonds as the man approached to no avail. Joe watched as the man pulled back a hand and swung full force at Joe's face making impact with his cheekbone, Joe felt his vision waver before his anger exploded as he reoriented himself. Joe didn't really feel what was happening but he knew somehow it was as the crystals began to form on the skin of his face forming a mask that covered his entire head. But the older men that the doctor had been speaking to all gasped in astonishment, it was certainly what they were here to see. Joe watched as the demonstration continued and one of the older men in uniform pulled out a handgun and shot a round straight at Joe's forehead causing his head to kick back slightly and the sound of cracking echo in his ears, lifting his head back up to look at them a crushed round fell into his lap. The assembled crowd all began to applaud but were quickly silenced by the doctor holding the needle. Joe could see the contents, a black liquid sat in the syringe and Joe could already feel his stomach turn as adrenaline pumped through his body as the doctor faced Joe again and lowered the needle towards his bruised forearm. Wincing slightly as the needle pierced his skin Joe flexed his cuffs again at his hands and feet but as the fluid began to enter his body all movement ceased as fire poured through his veins. From the injection site the black liquid began to work its way up his forearm visible through the skin and as the needle was finally removed from his arm Joe's head bucked backwards and let out a scream of agony. As the flames continued to spread up his arm Joe bucked in his chair his wrists began to bleed from the cuffs digging against his skin. As the black fluid wrapped around his shoulder and appeared on his neck he smashed his back against the chair anything to help stop this pain. As it snaked up his right cheek Joe stopped thrashing and simply screamed as he looked at the bastards doing this to him.
The assembled group all stood with bated breath as they watched the subject suffer in obvious pain it wasn't until the Marines skin began to reflect the light they knew the money they had all donated was beginning to bring about results. Crystal shards began to form all over the young Marines body covering him completely in the structures the screams from him would be enough to turn most peoples stomachs but this man was nothing more than a soldier of the enemy and a test subject his life meant nothing to them and as the crystals formed spikes out of his back pushing him forwards in the chair straining the bonds that held him that the screaming finally stopped and gave way to applause.
Joe felt the crystals, felt it as if it was a part of him. Breathing heavily Joe locked eyes with the doctor that had injected him and with a grin breaking onto his face Joe's eyes flicked towards the military man who had tried to shoot him before and with a flick of his wrist a crystal shard shot from his hand and hit the man square in the chest. After a moment to process what had just happened as the man slid down the concrete wall the entire room began to go into a frenzy as the assembled men began to try and escape through the door. Joe fired off several more shards some piercing arms some legs but as the blood began to flow in the room Joe felt a pressure in his head begin to grow.
Joe's crystal quills continued to grow outwards pushing his bonds tighter and tighter. Joe left his doctor for last and watched as he pressed himself against the far wall fear written all over his face a yellow stain marking his trousers. Joe slowly pushed crystals out from his body filling up the room slowly with the constructs. Joe almost didn't realize that they were pushing through the ceiling around him as his attention was solely on the man who had been pumping poison into his veins for god knows how long. Suddenly pain seared in Joe's forehead and his constructs began to grow rapidly pushing impaling some of those not fortunate to have escaped yet. Joe's eyes snapped open as the pain reached maximum he saw the fear in the doctor's eyes as the constructs expanded again pushing medical equipment against the walls crushing anything not willing to move. Again the crystals pressed outward faster than Joe could control or imagine he heard nothing as bone smashed against concrete as concrete smashed against steel and as steel exploded outward into the sky.
Joe sat up in his bed back in New York sweat pouring from him, he always had the same nightmare, and he couldn't get away from it. Looking down at his forearm the bruises were all healed leaving behind only a few small scars. The light from the sunrise filtered in through his small apartment window and Joe turned letting his feet land on the cold floor. Reaching towards his end table Joe pulled the half drunken bottle of Jameson from it and pressed it to his lips drinking down the warm liquid. Standing up he moved towards his window and looked down at the street. Few people moved around at this early of an hour but Joe didn't really care about any of them New York was changing, humanity was changing and as Joe pressed the bottle to his lips again he wondered if he was going to have a place in this new world.
