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.
Like, stupid big. It was massive and still a little intimidating, even after a few weeks of acclimating. Marisol was still a creature of habit, so she was clinging to the relative safety of the three places she knew well: her school, her uncle’s apartment, and her job. It was not like she had much time to go out exploring anyway, given her packed schedule. She had classes, rehearsals for the first show of the year, and plenty of homework—more than one would expect a student of performing arts to have. Outside of her studies, she took shifts at the Diner and made occasional visits to her Tío’s place. She knew she would have to branch out eventually, but she decided she would wait until… well, until she had no choice.
Cut to the present scene! Marisol had a set of pointe shoes to pick up from a local dance shop and she was too excited to wait two extra days (and fifteen extra dollars) to have them delivered. She worked until four in the afternoon, which gave her ample time to reach the shop before they closed at seven. She would enjoy the cool weather by walking to the shop, then find the nearest metro station to return to her dorm to finally change out of her retro waitress outfit.
Of course, “ample time” felt a lot less ample when Marisol looked around and realized she took a wrong turn somewhere along her walk. She wanted to get annoyed with New York, but it was almost undoubtedly her fault since she was running lines for Heathers in her head. Her inability to set aside a task was coming back to bite her in the butt as she found herself lost in New York.
Marisol reached into her phone to begrudgingly set a course on her phone. She had been convinced she could manage the trip without her GPS. Unfortunately, she was going to have to: Marisol sifted around her belongings, but her phone was not among them. She groaned loudly, catching the eyes of people passing by as she accepted her phone was still on the counter back at the diner.
Okay, she was not sure where she was. No reason to panic. She was a young woman in a conspicuous waitressing dress in a cold, unfeeling city with no means of reaching out for help. Okay, several reasons to panic. Marisol tried to keep her breathing steady so she could remain calm, but it was hard with her heart racing like a hummingbird.
She considered whether she could make it back to the diner, but if she got turned around, would she just get more lost? She was too new to the city, but maybe if she had help from a native, she could find her way to the shop and figure things out from there. (Logically, her plan should have been to return to the diner, but Marisol was not going to let a setback stop her from claiming her shoes.)
Marisol steeled her nerves and ignored every lesson from her mother and children’s television as she looked for the best stranger to talk to. New Yorkers were known for being so helpful, after all. She eliminated any man who looked over twenty-five, followed by any man in general. She considered middle-aged women who could feel a maternal sense of protection for a girl in her position, but in the end, a girl around Marisol’s age with blue hair caught her eye.
Marisol approached and did her best, but failed, to pace her speech. ”Hi, I’m really sorry and I’m sure this is a long shot, but do you know where the Set the Barre Dance Shop is?”
Step Into My Candy Store- Heathers Opening Night! Marisol's in full-on Heather Chandler mode during her backstage interactions with Celestina De Ward and @siobhan . [Heathers: The Musical]
Studying dance and theater in New York was nothing short of a dream come true for Marisol and it would have been impossible without financial aid. Her mother worked hard to put her on the path to achieving her goals, but she could only work so hard. Thankfully, the school provided her with assistance, so Marisol found herself in America’s largest city, the cultural center of the country, with dormitory housing, a meal plan, and a chance at one of the best performance educations available. She counted herself truly lucky and would never take those blessings for granted.
With all that in mind, New York was an expensive place to live, and while Marisol had her basic needs met, even she had some creature comforts she enjoyed. Trips to the movies and dining off campus were not going to be paid for with her meal plan, and money she had saved up was starting to dwindle. So much of her time was spent studying and rehearsing, but she did have some time to spare, and Jayda did not raise a lazy whiner! Marisol needed a part-time job.
That was how Marisol found herself with a notepad in her hand for her first day of work at the Wallflower Diner. The Diner had a retro vibe it was going for, so the waitresses wore short blue dresses with white accents and a white apron around their waist. It was… less than ideal in Marisol’s opinion, but she needed the job. When she thought about it as her “work costume,” it was suddenly not as bad in her eyes. Life was all about perception, all the world was a stage and all that jazz!
She was just starting her shift, looking out at the beginnings of the breakfast crowd. Her hair was pulled into a neat bun, her nails were trimmed, and she was ready to work!
...As soon as the waitress training her arrived. It was her first day, after all, so Marisol needed guidance on the ins and outs of the restaurant. She was a notorious quick study, so she was sure she would just need to be shown the basics of what went where along with a list of tasks. Once she knew the basics, she would jump right in and shed her newbie status. She was excited and not at all nervous in any way. She even arrived at the diner fifteen minutes before her shift to get ready.
It was going to be a good day. She was going to do great. She was definitely intentionally ignoring the social aspect of her new job. All was well.
Marisol was used to planes. She was not some frequent flyer, but once every year or two, she took a trip with her mother to visit family in Florida. Those trips were usually a week long and at the end of that week, she would stop being a guest and return to being a resident Californian.
The flight Marisol was on was different. She was on the plane without her mother on the way to New York. When she took her first steps out of the airport, things would be different. Things already felt different, like she left her Californian citizenship at LAX. Thousands of feet in the air, Marisol was just a lone teenage girl in transit, but once she landed, gathered her luggage, and hit the pavement, she would be a resident of New York City.
Of course, she would still visit Long Beach and her mother whenever she found the opportunity, but she was committed to living the next few years in New York City to pursue her education and her big stage dreams. She would never rule out a return to California one day, but her immediate future was too important to plan beyond.
It was a big leap, and she was equal parts excited and terrified. She was in a new city, starting fresh and thousands of miles from her mother. She kept feeling the disheartening sensation that she was going it alone, but she always reminded herself that was not quite true.
Her Tío Jorge was going to be waiting for her at the airport so she had a ride to her dorm building. Knowing that was an entirely different brand of excitement. For years, the family was led to believe her uncle had passed away as an unfortunate consequence of his mutation. Marisol and her mother took the news poorly because, despite the distance between them, Jayda and Jorge loved each other and Jorge became Marisol’s favorite relative, (with the obvious exception of her mother.)
When they found out within the last year or so that Jorge was discovered alive, recovering from his experience, Jayda was quick to visit him. A combination of financial and school reasons kept Marisol from making the trip with her, but she was going to be living in New York now! Not only was she going to see a man she had been missing since her preteens, she would be able to visit him without an absurdly expensive plane ticket! He would instead be an inconveniently expensive Uber ride away, which was a welcome change.
The plane touched down and Marisol was one of the quickest people out of her seat, much to the chagrin of some of the less enthusiastic travelers. She grabbed her carry-on, walked through the ramp to the airport, and navigated JFK with signs until she got to the luggage carousel. She stood in hip-hugger jeans and an off the shoulder top, leaning against one large piece of luggage as she waited for her second one to come around.
As she waited, she looked around the crowd of people waiting near her. JFK was no small airport and the baggage claim was outside the gates, so travelers and the people waiting for them were all able to congregate. Marisol should have been paying more attention for her suitcase, but she could stop scanning the crowds. Her uncle was somewhere close, as was the start of her new life, and she was brimming with excitement.
Character's full name: Marisol Emilia Cervantes Alias/ Nickname/ Codename: Mari Gender: Female Age: 19 Date of Birth: 9/7/00 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Long Beach, California Nationality: Mexican-American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Mexican/Irish
Appearance
Hair color and style: Naturally straight, dark brown hair Skin Tone: Tan Eye Color: Dark Brown Height: 5’4” Build: Toned muscle on a slender frame. Her limbs are long in proportion to her body; an ideal dancer’s body, as she’d point out when asked Visible mutation: N/A Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Traditional ear piercings Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: She prioritizes casual, comfortable clothing. Loose fitting tops, yoga pants, and cotton shorts are all common because they work for lounging around and dancing. She has some professional and party attire, but that section of her wardrobe is situational. Uniform: N/A Sleepwear: Oversized shirt and cotton shorts Miscellaneous clothing: Leotards, tights, ballet shoes, and headbands
Character
Personality: Marisol was always raised to be hard-working above all else. Her mother instilled in her a drive and work-ethic under the life lesson that, “You’ll have to bust your butt harder than anyone else to get where you want.” In all aspects of her life, she is determined to put in the work. Lazy is not in her vocabulary, and she sometimes even forgets words like “rest” and “pacing.”
Because Marisol knows how much effort she puts into her craft, she is very confident in her abilities. She is a quick study, picking up the fundamentals of new techniques and compositions faster than her peers, but she knows that is not enough. Her confidence comes from the hours of practice she devotes to perfecting every aspect of her performance.
There is one area of her life where she lacks confidence and practice, and it’s her social life. Marisol has devoted so much of her life to dancing, seeing, and acting, her interpersonal relationships have suffered from neglect. Unless she’s acting, she is naturally timid, rigid and awkward. Marisol blames this on life’s unfortunate lack of a script and blocking. In an effort not to be awkward, she will often try avoiding social interaction, which can create the impression that she is instead frigid.
Whether Marisol realizes it or not, she is demisexual. Flirting feels awkward and intrusive to her with anyone who has not achieved a level of closeness with her. One of her bigger insecurities is her worry that she is not able to feel for others in the way she thinks she is “supposed to.”
Hobbies/ Interests: Ballet, Modern Dance, Acting, Singing, Piano, Yoga, Swimming, Bad Movies Job or part time job and description: Student at the Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School of Music & Art and Performing Arts Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Career-ending injuries, Major mistakes on stage, Agoraphobia, Fear of ending up alone Special talents: Totally a triple threat, (or, you know, working on it…)
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Pretty good! Sure, Marisol can be driven at times to the point of self-centeredness, but she was raised right. Her mother taught her to be kind and fair to everyone as long as they had not proven to be terrible or disrespectful. Her uncle taught her to look out for those in need. Despite her focus on achieving her goals, she tries to keep these lessons in mind.
Mutations
Mutation description: Adapted. Six-Foot Radius. Strengths: She’s an off-switch for nearby mutations. Weaknesses and Limitations: She has no off-switch on her power.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Strength: Average strength for a teenage girl who engages in regular exercise. Speed: Nothing special. Marisol is a jogger, at best. Reflexes: Dancing on stage requires sharp timing and reflexes, and Marisol excels with both. Stamina: Hours upon hours of dance rehearsals and workouts have helped Marisol not tire out easily. Flexibility: Marisol’s a dancer. What do you think? (Yes, she is incredibly flexible.) Fighting Style: Marisol took self-defense classes as part of the deal with her mother to move from Florida to New York. Since she moved to the city, she attends the occasional kickboxing class, but she does not go full-force due to fear of sustaining an injury that would take her off stage. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: She has a fundamental understanding of how to defend herself from a mugger, but this is by no means a comprehensive knowledge of martial arts. Someone stronger or better trained than Marisol would present her with a problem.
History Of Your Character Marisol was born in Long Beach to her mother, Jayda, and a man Jayda told her was not worth concerning herself over. When she became pregnant, Jayda returned to Long Beach to work as a mechanic for one of her uncles. Marisol grew up watching her strong, independent mother working her a** off to be parent and provider and she admired her for it. Jayda was the little girl’s hero and the type of person Marisol wanted to grow up to be.
Except Marisol never showed a love of machines or working with her hands. She lacked the interest or affinity for her mother’s talents. Jayda reminded Marisol that, as long as she found something she wanted to work hard for, she would find her own passion.
Jayda wanted to give Marisol every opportunity to find herself, so she enrolled her in sports and activities whenever the young girl expressed interest. Much to her surprise, ballet classes were the first thing Marisol really took to, followed by acting classes. The world of performance was a mystery to Jayda, but she supported her daughter one-hundred percent, and when it came time for her to start high school, she even set aside her apprehensions and enrolled Marisol into the L.A. County High School for the Arts.
During her freshman year, Marisol found out her talents as a performer were not all that made her special. One of the other girls auditioning for a supporting role in one of the school’s musicals had been giving her a dirty look throughout the week of auditions. Marisol did her best to avoid the girl, but eventually, the choice was taken out of her hands. The girl confronted Marisol, asking what was wrong with her.
Marisol was stunned, but they talked out the situation: the girl, Jenna, was a mutant with “perfect balance.” She could innately stay on her feet, regardless of how she bent or moved, which helped her dance. The first time she fell in two years was when she started dancing around Marisol. Through the process of trial and error, the girls realized Marisol was literally robbing Jenna of her power every time she was within six-feet. They worked to plan around one another when the play was cast and their roles required dancing and interaction. It was frustrating at first, but Jenna became one of Marisol’s first (and only) friends at LACHSA.
Through her talent and work ethic, Marisol developed a reputation that extended beyond her school, and a recruiter offered her the chance to enroll at the Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School of Music & Art and Performing Arts for her last two years of school. Her mother negotiated hard for a preferential financial aid package once Marisol explained the level of clout and prestige the school would provide her in the world of the arts. Jayda was nervous about sending her only daughter to a city like New York, but Marisol reminded her that her favorite uncle, Jorge Cervantes, would be around to keep an eye on her and make sure she stayed safe.
And so, in the Fall of 2017, Marisol began a new chapter of her life in New York City.
Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Neo Where did you learn about this site?: Did I learn about it? Or, deep down, did I always know? Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who:Rebecca Grey-Morris, Stephanie Graves, Vanessa Berry, Sabine Sang Sample RP: Studying dance and theater in New York was nothing short of a dream come true for Marisol and it would have been impossible without financial aid. Her mother worked hard to put her on the path to achieving her goals, but she could only work so hard. Thankfully, the school provided her with assistance, so Marisol found herself in America’s largest city, the cultural center of the country, with dormitory housing, a meal plan, and a chance at one of the best performance educations available. She counted herself truly lucky and would never take those blessings for granted.
With all that in mind, New York was an expensive place to live, and while Marisol had her basic needs met, even she had some creature comforts she enjoyed. Trips to the movies and dining off campus were not going to be paid for with her meal plan, and money she had saved up was starting to dwindle. So much of her time was spent studying and rehearsing, but she did have some time to spare, and Jayda did not raise a lazy whiner! Marisol needed a part-time job.
That was how Marisol found herself with a notepad in her hand for her first day of work at the Wallflower Diner. The Diner had a retro vibe it was going for, so the waitresses wore short blue dresses with white accents and a white apron around their waist. It was… less than ideal in Marisol’s opinion, but she needed the job. When she thought about it as her “work costume,” it was suddenly not as bad in her eyes. Life was all about perception, all the world was a stage and all that jazz!
She was just starting her shift, looking out at the beginnings of the breakfast crowd. Her hair was pulled into a neat bun, her nails were trimmed, and she was ready to work!
...As soon as the waitress training her arrived. It was her first day, after all, so Marisol needed guidance on the ins and outs of the restaurant. She was a notorious quick study, so she was sure she would just need to be shown the basics of what went where along with a list of tasks. Once she knew the basics, she would jump right in and shed her newbie status. She was excited and not at all nervous in any way. She even arrived at the diner fifteen minutes before her shift to get ready.
It was going to be a good day. She was going to do great. She was definitely intentionally ignoring the social aspect of her new job. All was well.
