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.
She was already done with the first of her fries by the time he addressed her, and she sent a startled look his way, then she muttered, "No." Then she took the first burger out, fingers still shaking with her hunger, and she turned so her back was to him so he wasn't watching her stuff the food so violently into her mouth that she was starting to gag. "I'm hungry," she said around a large bite of food, which kind of distorted the words.
She hadn't stolen all that money, just a tiny bit of it. Truth was, it still ate at her that she did it, but she was too hungry to think clearly. The guy wouldn't miss the money, right? Ugh, why did this new person had to come up and start looking at her. Stop looking at me, she thought and shoved another bite in, finishing off the burger. It was clear that she hadn't eaten in days.
"Oh!" she did run into someone. She only tightened her grip on the neatly rolled up money she still had in her palm. "Um... Sorry! I am in a hurry and was not lookin', silly me!" She exclaimed as she stuck the money in the pocket of her jean shorts... Her stomach rudely interjected some kind of inhuman growl, and she blushed, "I am sorry!"
And then she started to jog toward the restaurant across the street to spend her ill gained profits. She was going to be sick if she did not fill her poor, empty stomach. The smell of burger made her want to weep with joy as she slipped in and up to the counter. The clerk asked her for her order and she immediately rattled off two meals or so worth of food. They were not quick enough for her liking, but when she had the bags of food in hand, she went back outside and sat down on the sidewalk. Then she opened the first bag with shaking fingers, pulled french fries out and just began to shove several into her mouth all at once.
She wasn't looking to get drunk, and nor was she looking to feel hands upon her. She did, after all, retain her gypsy morals despite having run away from home. Home... Home had been stifling... It had been louder and more obnoxious than this bar with the screeching singers trying to emulate their idols in a drunken stupor. She was slightly home sick despite her newfound freedom, because at least she had a roof over her head and a supply of food in her belly. Out of money, no home, no job, and a car that was about to die and should probably just go to the junkyard; how depressing!
Martha leaned against the bar, watching quietly as some lady stepped up to the mic, and the words to the next song came sprawling onto the screen. She was out of tune, and nobody cared but the sober. They were good sports and cheered her on. Martha winced into her water. And then she started to formulate a plan... What if she used her power to get a wallet or two to drop out of some unsuspecting man's pocket... She could use the karaoke to her advantage. Yes... And then she would "borrow" enough money to eat from, right?
She grabbed a nearby book, the pencil and the slips that one had to fill out for the use of the machine. A fitting song was picked for the situation.... The Flying Lizzards, "That's What I want." She scribbled "Gypsy" down, and then turned her sheet in... Then waited her turn. It took about three or four songs before she went up to the stage, took the mic, gave the thumbs up and didn't even bother looking at the screen when she belted out the oldie.
"The best things in life are free! But you you can give it to birds and bees, I want money! That's what I want.... That's what I waaaaaa=haaant... Your love is such a thrill! But your love won't pay my bills, I want money! That's what I want...!" And as she sang, she eyed her target, saw his wallet already half out of his pocket, started moving toward him as the object started gently pulling out of the back pocket. As it hit the floor, she put her foot on it and her arm around the man to get him to sing with her. Then when he was good and giggly, she gave him a view of the girls by pretending to dance for him, bending down and sticking the wallet in her boot as stealthily as she could before dancing away, nobody the wiser. At least... she hoped... She moved to the stage to finish what she started, then went into the bathroom to see what her prize was...
She locked the bathroom door and grabbed the wallet with shaky hands, opening it and pulling out just ten dollars out of the couple hundred he had in there. She wasn't about to steal that much... No... Just enough so she could eat, she was almost sobbing from being hungry... After pocketing the ten spot, she ran out of the bathroom and to the guy it came from, "Dude, you have to be more careful," she said in her Southern drawl, "Ya dropped your wallet, buddy." She handed the mostly full thing back to him, and he offered her money.... She bit her lip, then nodded and took another hundred. Okay, he offered!
She was so hungry that she wasn't thinking about being greedy, she just wanted food and the money would go a long way to get it. She nearly ran out of the bar to look for a fast food place...
Everyday clothing style: Flamboyant sometimes, but conservative other... During formal events, she is obligated to wear the biggest, boldest, most gaudy dress money can buy.... Most of the time, it is skimpy stuff like short shorts and tank tops or something non-Gypsies prefer to wear (i.e. understated clothing that serves to keep attention off of her.)
Uniform: n/a
Sleepwear: Whatever is most comfortable. If she is wearing soft clothing during the day, such as a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, those become her pajamas. She is not really picky about whether she sleeps in every day stuff or goes to get actual sleep wear on, just so long as she isn't wearing jeans and certain undergarments that might have underwires.
Miscellaneous clothing:n/a Note: All of the big and flashy gowns were too big to fit in her duffel, there is nothing but normal clothing.
Character
Personality: Being raised a Romanichal Gypsy, she was always exposed to loud and bold lifestyles. She only pretends to fit in with her large, loud, family, when really: she wants nothing to do with the rather strict life of a gypsy: A girl must learn to cook and clean for their eventual husband, she must remain pure until marriage to the point where she is not allowed to kiss a man who courts her as it damages her reputation, and she must not marry outside of the culture or she will face possible shunning from those in the community. For example, if she finds a man who is not a gypsy, and he asks her to marry him, he will most likely not get to marry her even if she says yes, for her mother and father would be furious. She tended to be quiet when on her own, and liked to dress a lot more like an outsider... A gorger, but everything changed when she was on stage, just her and her fiddle. Then she embraced her gypsy self out of guilt for not wanting to be part of the lifestyle. Right now, she is getting a feel for herself and and enjoying the freedom.
Hobbies/ Interests: Singing, playing violin, music in general, sound, art.
Job or part time job and description: Unemployed - though she will play for money on the streets.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: She is deathly afraid of spiders. Just sayin'. She is worried about where she is going to go with her life, for she is running away from the stifling family of hers.
Special talents: She can draw!
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good but that could change.
Mutations
Mutation description:
She can move things through telekinesis with the sound of her violin or singing voice (the sound of her own music, more specifically), and concentrating on the object(s) in question so as not to move things she does not mean to. Things will lift from where they are set when she wills them through the power of music, including but not limited to: Small objects, some larger objects (no more than 150 lbs or split between the objects), small sized people, and smaller animals. She can turn screws or do things like unbuckle belts if she tries hard enough, but that takes much more thought and energy and tends to give her a head ache. The object tends to lift slow at first, but she can whip things fast if she concentrated hard enough, and that also causes head aches and has a limit of speed (She can lift a 150 lb object and whip it at about 10mph, enough to go through a 2x4). It takes, perhaps, a few minutes for her to be able to get the power going, and she has to want to move the object for it to move, though there are times when she moves things without meaning to. Her power works best closer range, however, she can toss them as far as half a football field if she wanted to. Most times she does not, however, and sticks to a radius of about 20 feet, especially when in close quarters where space is limited.
Strengths:The better the sound she makes, the bigger the movement and the further away she can move things... For instance, if she is singing a powerful opera and hits all the right notes with gusto, the object will lift and move smoothly to where she imagines she wants the thing in question,
Weaknesses and Limitations: If she has a sore throat, or is out of key, or has even a broken string on her fiddle, things either get hectic or don't happen at all. For example: Hitting a sour note would cause the object to either crash or not lift at all. Her limit is about 50 yards... It starts to weaken at about 25 yards. Also, she couldn't sneak up on anyone with having to make noise... Unless she was going to use hand to hand, that is. She cannot life super heavy objects, it is just like lifting with her hands... She would not ever be able to lift a large statue unless she had help. She cannot use her power more than twenty times or so a day... The more she uses her power, the more she is drained and she tends to get head aches and feel tired. She has never pushed herself hard enough to see if anything more dangerous happens, but she might get nosebleeds if she tried to go over her limit. She cannot lift the object for more than ten minutes, or the above happens. It does cause her mind to open up to possible psychic attacks, specifically weak to mind control.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: I would say these are your average capabilities
Fighting Style: She is a scrapper, she can fight the way a gypsy girl does, with tooth and nail and keeps going until someone wins..
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: She isn't strong, but she is fast. She has a good right hook occasionally, but it wouldn't do much damage to someone else. The good thing about being fast is being able to dodge hits a bit better, even if not hitting well.
History Of Your Character
Martha was born to Rodney and Alisha Cooley into a community of Gypsies that were situated in a tight-knit community in Louisville, Ky. She was a rather quiet child and took to music right away, and was the apple of her dad's eye in the beginning. She is the oldest of ten children, and her mother keeps having more babies so who knows how many siblings she might end up with?
It was a rather loud time of life to live in that community. There were always parties, always screaming Gypsies being kicked out of venues, and always a fist fight at least once a week, depending on what happened.
At about the age of fourteen, her mother threw her coming out party in hopes of getting a husband for Martha since she herself had gotten married at fourteen and gave birth to Martha at fifteen. It was just a way of life that Gypsy girls got married really young. Martha had other ideas and began to resent the lifestyle. It was because of her anger and frustration with all of the loud things happening that she first discovered her Telekenesis. She was singing one day, at about age 15, after being yelled at to clean the whole house, and the phone flipped off of the coffee table onto the floor. She had been lucky that nothing was broken.
The rest of her childhood was spent with rebellion and trying to learn more about her gift. She figured out she could hone her skill best with singing and fiddling. Another gypsy girl in the community also discovered some gifts, and was not afraid to voice this until the rest of the community shunned her for demonstrating powers that were considered a curse from the devil. Not ready to leave the fold, Martha kept her mouth shut about her own gifts.
Her last straw with the lifestyle was when she got caught kissing a man in her adulthood. So what? She was grown, right? She was yelled at and called a woman of loose morals. Her father was very angry with her and kept asking what he did wrong in raising her that she had to go and do a thing like that. That was when she decided it was time to leave. Ever since, she has been roaming the country, looking for her slice of heaven.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Kimmie
Where did you learn about this site?: Werecat
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Xavia A. Worshahlai
Sample RP:
There had been much yelling from all around; pushing and shoving, anger, and even a few fists. That was what always happened at a Gypsy party... There were way too many hot heads in attendance, hurt feelings galore. For Martha, she was glad to be walking away from this life, even though it was all she knew. She knew she would never be accepted back in the community for thumbing her nose at tradition, but it couldn't be helped. She was tired of pretending to be happy with spending money on those ugly dresses that had way too much weight to carry, the bruises at her waist that hurt for days after, and the clucking of tongues if there was not enough bling sparkling on those blasted, horrible gowns.
The parties were the only time a girl could dance with a boy, and she was dancing with a widower, not because she wanted to, but because he looked sad and she felt bad for him. But because he got too handsy in front of her brothers, all hell broke loose and there was fighting. She couldn't deal with it anymore. She wasn't out looking for love and courtship, she was just trying to do her own thing. Besides, at 22, she was an old maid to them all.
Martha hated to have to sneak out in the middle of the night, but it couldn't be helped. She left a note explaining that she wanted to be done, and they would never find her because she would live where and how she wanted, but not to worry because she was safe and leaving of her own free will. She packed up her army duffel that she bought second hand, packing only clothes and some cans of food she paid for with money she earned herself, a few boxes of dry goods, and some peanut butter... Of course there were other little things as well, too many to name that she could stuff into the vast nooks and crannies within that bag... Lastly, she grabbed her violin, and she crept to her window. She opened it up, gently dropped her things to the ground, and climbed out like a petulant child.
By the time she was on the road, having spent money on a bus ticket to at least the next town over, she was feeling wealthy with freedom. No more having to slave away cleaning up for people who didn't appreciate her hard work, no more getting yelled at for her choices in lifestyle, and no more being pressured to marry. She was pretty happy with her choice!
It had been a month since she left home... She had seen some of the world, snapping selfies at particular landmarks just to develop and put into the beat up car she bought, putting down the highway to life's next adventure. That was when the idea popped up into her head to go to the Big Apple. She would be a star, she thought, playing her fiddle or singing and dancing on broadway.
Of course, the rickety car barely made it to the traffic clogged streets of New York City. She could hear the clunking of the engine as it threatened to stall somewhere in Manhattan, or wherever she was, she didn't know. “Come on... Come on, baby... You can do this...” But it didn't listen to her, obviously... Persnickety car was persnickety car and with several clunks of protest, it stalled and the vehicle rolled to a slow stop.
And this... Was her grand entry to New York, the city that never slept. Just great.
