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
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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.
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Posted by Riley Sommers on Jan 8, 2010 13:42:12 GMT -6
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Asshole. Smart-ass. Rupert seemed to have all of the “ass” avenues covered. Riley wondered just how deep that went. She almost snickered at the implications of that mental statement. She gave the guy a quick once over. Definitely Italian. She’d seen worse.
Then again, she wasn’t seeing anything by this point. She’d turned around. There were two possible outcomes to that action. Either she’d completely ruined her chances for a ride, or even an interesting conversation in line…or he’d bite on the last comment.
…and there it was. Riley smirked slightly at the dirty back of the guy in front of her, then looked over her shoulder. An eyebrow raised.
”No..you’re right. I don’t have any idea.” she said, then turned back around, the slightly twisted grin back in place. A glance around showed that there were still numerous people in line. Plenty of time for a good conversation. Especially about sex. She gave Rupert a look, or lack there of.
”Trust me. Get that taken care of…you’ll sleep like a baby. ”
The guy really did look tired, and in spite of her slightly twisted intentions when she’d turned back around, Riley tilted her head, ”So what is it that keeps you so out of the social scene? Married to work? If you think it‘s the asshole thing…you‘re wrong. I know plenty of girls who go for that sort of thing.”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 24, 2009 23:08:26 GMT -6
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Strike two. Riley saw the little tick in the man’s jaw as she pointed out that his name was similar to that of a certain British bear she’d watched on Nick Jr. as a kid. He didn’t look like the type of man that would hit a woman, but Riley had experienced irrational anger and misplaced blame a few too many times to believe that there wasn’t something slightly dangerous about the situation she’d gotten herself into. They were in line though, in public, in a government agency. She relaxed a little bit, realizing she still held the keychain up and let her hand drop to her side as Rupert explained that a sponsor was unnecessary for exactly what it was that ailed him.
Riley nodded as his eyes went to her picture, then snerked right back at the look on Rupert’s face. ”I know it’s rough, that was the point. You are kind of an asshole, aren’t you? ” she said, the snerk turning back into a slow smile. She shrugged her shoulders.
”And in my experience…most insomniacs just need a good lay.”
That said, Riley turned back to her spot in line, just in time to shuffle a few more feet forward. 999,998 more to go.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 21, 2009 20:47:39 GMT -6
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He was unimpressed, Riley surmised as she smiled like someone had stuck orange wedges into her gums. Apparently that wasn’t the route to take with this particular gentlemen. After a second look, Riley figured she should have known that, especially after the initial scowl that had been on his face. She made the quid pro quo offer and nothing happened, nothing happened, and…nothing happened. As the time passed, Riley’s eyebrow rose and the smile changed from the bright and cheery one that had been there to something slightly more twisted. Riley thought she probably did twisted as well as she did bright and cheery. Then the man spoke.
”Like the bear. Cute.” she said, crossing her arms with her license and paperwork still clutched in her hand. Closer she leaned to the picture held out in front of her, and the smile slipped completely, fading into a contemplative frown. Riley looked from the picture on the license, to the man standing behind her in line, then back at the picture on the license.
It spoke volumes and the twisted smile came back. ”Could be opposites.” she said softly, uncrossing her arms and holding out her license again. Maybe he’d look this time, she wasn’t smiling anymore.
”I can give you my sponsor’s number if you want.” she said, jingling keys with a 3 year sober chip hanging from them. ”He’ll kick your ass, but it’s worth it once you’re clean.” It didn’t even occur to Riley that it was possible Rupert wasn’t an addict. Riley knew strung out, and this guy was strung out.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 7, 2009 22:30:59 GMT -6
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She could see the irritation flit across his face and Riley raised an eyebrow, frowning slightly . Irritation wasn’t a reaction that Riley was used to from men. They were at the DMV though and everyone was irritated at the DMV. The guy couldn’t possibly have thought she was some kind of floozy, she was just wearing jeans and a sweater. And a pony tail. Nothing special or over the top or intimidating. Maybe that was the problem. Then again, some people were just grumpy in New York during the winter. Maybe this guy was one of those people. Her possible ride was looking less and less likely.
Then he spoke and Riley’s hopes shot right back up. He was definitely in line for a license renewal. That meant he could drive. Riley turned more fully so she wasn’t looking at the man from over her shoulder, he was taller than her and they were just close enough by virtue of the line that she had to look up a little bit. She shrugged her shoulders in response to his question and held up the little plastic rectangle in her hand, thumb carefully over the picture. ”Same. I was from Chicago before here, so I’ve never really driven, but you never know what‘s going to happen, right? ”
Well, that kind of killed the conversation, Riley thought as she shuffled forward behind the taxi driver in front of her. Good, there were only 999,999 people in front of her now instead of the solid million who’d filled the space before. If she didn’t start talking to frowny mc frown face again, she was never going to get a ride.
Riley looked back to her line-buddy and tried to see if he had his license and paperwork clutched in his hand like she did hers. She couldn’t tell, so she held up the little plastic square again and winced slightly, “I hope my picture is better this time.” she said, then grinned a siren’s grin, “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine? I'm Riley, by the way.”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Nov 30, 2009 21:43:36 GMT -6
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There were some things that were certain. People always talked about death and taxes, but most of the time they left out the DMV. Riley glared at the face staring back at her from her driver’s license. Why she even had a drivers license in New York City was a bit of a mystery in and of itself, but it was simply more functional than a non-driver ID. One never knew when they were going to end up behind the wheel of a car.
Riley could remember her mother complaining about the lines at the DMV in suburban Chicago, if anywhere in Chicago was suburban, but there was no way on Earth it could have compared to what a person went through in New York City. In a way, the DMV was like Central Station, the crossroads of the world.
The DMV in the middle of the day, on a Thursday. That meant every cab driver on the planet was there too, in line, in front of Riley. The worst part of it was, that no matter how short her skirt was, and how low cut her shirt, she wouldn’t have gotten through the line any faster. Luckily, Riley had discovered this on her first such trip, eliminating the need for such clothing on this trip. She also didn’t have the heroin in her purse that she’d had the last time. It had been embarrassing as hell when the spoon had fallen out. Riley winced at the memory, she was a different woman now, and as she looked at the sunken cheeks and dead eyes in the picture, suddenly the line didn’t seem so bad.
Riley adjusted her purse, slinging the strap over her head so the purse hung on her hip and left her hands free to run through her hair. The line inched forward a few spaces as someone with a simple title transfer finished their business and moved through the throng and towards the door.
Riley sighed and looked around, even if the line had moved, it was still going to be a considerable amount of time before she made it to the counter. Riley wasn’t one to speak to strangers, but this was getting ridiculous, and there were loads of people to amuse herself with in line. A look to the front and she scowled, taxi driver for sure, marked by his pot belly and dirty wife-beater. How did the man get around like that in New York, in December?. Riley turned, jackpot. ”Can you believe this line? What are you in for? Expired license, or title renewal?” Hey, if he had a title, that meant a ride, and like Riley had just thought, it was December.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Nov 29, 2009 21:35:17 GMT -6
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Instant regret. The other woman definitely wasn’t opposed to suggestion, and Riley’s smile got more and more strained by the second as the personal space bubble suddenly popped and she got a seat mate. It was rude to lean away, but she did it anyway, just a little bit. It was something you learned in the converted warehouses and old storage spaces that served the pin-up industry as recording studios. If you let someone close enough to touch you, they were going to touch you. This woman wasn’t a slavering, strung-out photographer looking to get a piece of ass, but the fact still remained that she was close enough to Riley that she could smell whatever Bath & Body Works product the woman had slathered on herself that morning.
The woman was speaking, and Riley tried to remind herself that she was the one who had initiated the conversation. In a way, that made her responsible for the continuation and conclusion of the thing. The woman really was clueless about what went on in a spa and Riley nodded to herself slowly when it was confirmed that the other lady was, in fact, a spa virgin. She’d also worn a dress that looked like it belonged on a runway. C’est la vie, Riley moaned internally, she was destined to be a good Samaritan on this day.
”Oh honey, I don’t mess around.” Riley said, when asked what package she usually went with, ”I start with the hot tub soak, then onto the facial, mani/pedi, and scalp massage, then I do the full body shiatsu. I think they call it the works. It’s almost a quarter of what I make each month, but worth every penny.” That was the God’s honest truth as far as Riley was concerned, then again, not everyone got paychecks based on how little computer work the nerds back at the print house had to do. Perfect skin had its perks, and word got around.
The other woman introduced herself and Riley’s eyebrow raised slightly. Riley had always sworn her mother had been coked out when she signed the birth certificate with a boy’s name on it…but at least she hadn’t been saddled with something like Tyranny. Then again, the girl kind of gave off the, ‘daddy’s little girl, I always get what I want’ vibe with her personal space invasion and overly friendly demeanor. Riley smiled for a moment, imagining the girl at a shoot.
”I’m Riley.” she said, feeling better about the whole situation in general, ”Stick with me kiddo, you might learn something.”
Just then the white door behind the white counter opened and a white aproned receptionist entered the waiting room, ”Ms Sommers, Natal is clearing the tub for you right now, it should be just a few moments.”
Riley rose, almost ready to say her goodbyes to the woman with no concept of personal space, but instead, she sighed, ”Margoe, I brought a friend. Tell Natal to make sure there’s enough of everything for two. That is...if she decided to go with the same package as me.”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Nov 29, 2009 10:35:45 GMT -6
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Spa days. One of the things that Riley had never eschewed in the name of financial prudence. Even when she’d been scraping the bottom of the barrel, Riley had justified her trips as a business expense. A model had to have gorgeous skin and a glowing complexion to satisfy the masses, right? Besides, there was something so sensual about the massage that came with the package she always purchased, it almost made the photoshoot easy….almost.
Riley frowned, suddenly irritated and impatient, and looked around the lobby of the Soho Bliss Spa. It was her regular place at her regular time, but for some reason it seemed like the entire planet had shown up for a treatment on this particular day. Apparently appointments didn’t mean a thing these days. She was eliminating the point, Riley realized and made a conscious effort to relax a little bit. Who went to a spa and let themselves stress out like this? Soon enough she’d be settled in a hot tub of water to soften up her skin before the masseuse got his hands on her. At least she assumed he’d be male, they usually always were. This wasn’t one of those kinds of massage parlors, but they definitely didn’t lack in eye candy. It was another perk that made it that much easier to hand over the money at the end of the day.
The door opened again, and Riley nearly growled in irritation, her resolve to ignore the rest of the customers overwhelming her desire to relax…until she saw the woman. Petite, dark haired, and rocking out a fairly kicking body, the woman had looked completely out of place as she grabbed a spa menu and sat two seats down from Riley. It had been a little bit, now, and the woman was still looking at the different services offered. Obviously she was a Soho Bliss virgin, a cherry Riley had popped years ago.
”Don’t waste your money ordering a’la carte.” she said, raising her voice over the quiet din of voices and sitar music in the lobby, ”Trust me, it’s how they fleece new customers. The packages look expensive, but they’re worth every penny.”
here's a plethora of pictures for you to work with. Only the dark hair please...and try to avoid the super happy dripping with goodness ones. Riley's a pin-up girl, so those pin up pics at the bottom are perfection. Besides that...do your thing and I'll be thrilled.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Nov 8, 2009 17:56:43 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Riley Sommers Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: (if applicable) N/A Gender: F Age: 25 Birthday: 5/9/1984 Nationality/ Ethnicity: Caucasian Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Chicago, Illinois
Appearance[/b]
Hair colour and style: Black, long past her shoulders. Loose curls. Eyes: Blue Height: 5’ 8’’ Build: Slender, but with curves Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: One piercing in each earlobe and a tattoo on her lower abdomen.
Everyday clothing style: Eclectic, Riley wanted to be a model and developed a very unique sense of style over the years. Her work in the pin-up industry has also cultivated in her an ability to know exactly where the line is between risque and TOO risque. Uniform: (if applicable) Sleepwear: A cami and whatever it is she was wearing on bottom. Miscellaneous clothing: Riley’s a pin-up model in the most pure sense of the word, so she owns several costume sets that would easily find themselves on the pages of a magazine.
Character[/b]
Personality: (How you character behaves, social tendencies, quirks, etc.) Riley could be a case study in learning things the hard way. Because of the things that have happened to her since coming to New York, she’s a master of hiding exactly what it is she’s actually feeling. She’s warm and open and friendly to people she trusts, but they are few and far in between. To most people she comes across as very….worldly…and to some extent she is. Underneath the surface though, she’s an absolutely hopeless romantic.
Hobbies/ Interests: Reading, Riley LOVES to read, and she’ll read almost anything. When she’s in public, Riley usually carries around one non-fiction book or another, with varying subjects. At home, she’s got a very well read stash of romance novels that she keeps stashed under her bed.
Job or part time job and description: (if applicable) Riley is a tried and true pin-up model, in some of the skeezier circles of pin-up modeling around the city. It’s a rough business, and it’s left its mark, but she works at staying above it all.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Riley doesn’t trust men, not at all. It’s not exactly a phobia, but she’s been treated roughly in the past, and grew up in a single-mother home. Men haven’t ever given her a good reason to trust them, so she has a tendency to keep the at arm’s length.
Special talents: (not related to mutation) None, she loves to sing in the shower though.
Morality[/b]
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: (please explain) Neutral. Having gone to the school of hard knocks in New York City, Riley isn’t afraid to do what she has to do to make it. In most situations, she’ll do the right thing, but there have been times when she’s done bad things.
Mutations[/b]
Mutation description: Adapataion
Strengths: Riley is capable of nullifying mutant powers within a 4ft radius of wherever she is. Any effects of the mutation/products of the mutation cease to work.
Weaknesses: Postivie mutation effects do not work on Riley any better than negative ones do. No healing, or anything else that could be benefiical in other circumstances.
Fighting Style (if applicable)[/b]
Explanation: Riley will fight with hands, fists, nails, teeth, and whatever else it takes. She’s got absolutely no formal training.
History Of Your Character:[/b]
Riley was born in a suburb of Chicago in the mid 80’s to a single mother who honestly didn’t know who the father of her baby was. Riley’s mother, Jeneane, was a loving woman and did everything in her power to bring her daughter up in a positive environment despite her affinity for a faster life than most would have considered appropriate for a single mother. Riley grew up well adjusted, but thoroughly aware of the ways of the world from an early age.
Decent in school, but anything but a Rhode’s Scholar, Riley did some modeling after winning a contest her senior year in high school and decided that modeling was what she wanted to do more than anything in the world. Moving out of her mother’s house soon after graduating from high school and working a series of minimum-wage odd jobs while she tried to get into the industry, Riley soon decided that Chicago was not the place for her career to blossom and she left for New York City, the modeling capital of the country.
Things didn’t improve for Riley once she was in New York, and after a series of interviews and rejections, she found herself practically living on the streets and running with a bad crowd. Through some of that crowd, Riley met a couple of “talent agents” for some of the less savory modeling companies in the city. Managing to stay out of the adult industry was difficult, but Riley persevered and has been making her living in the pin-up industry for the past three years.
Life has been rough those three years, but Riley still manages to keep a positive attitude most of the time. She has her own little apartment and her books, and a very small, close circle of friends that she met after getting out of some of the really bad things she’d been into.
As far as her adaptation is concerned,. when Riley was acted upon by a power that activated her adaptation is unknown, but she discovered exactly what she could do on a photoshoot. The competition in this particular shoot was less than friendly and Riley found herself competing against a woman that could have walked right out of the pages of a 1950’s pin-up magazine. The woman was anything but nice, but kept her distance throughout the day, smiping and making comments she was sure would get back to Riley. Things progressed, and Riley finally confroted the woman about her attitude. As soon as she came within arm’s reach, the woman’s appearance changed drastically, into something that definitely didn’t fit into the outfit that had been strutting around the studio the entire day. The woman was a shape shifter, and with her secret out, she became enraged. A fight ensued and it wasn’t until later after a few more similar incidents, that Riley realized what it was she could do.
Assuming that she was a mutant, Riley had her blood tested during the Registration Act and found out that she was, in fact, nothing of the sort. It was confusing, but considering the horrors she heard coming out of the camps, Riley kept her mouth shut and has simply tried to continue on with her life.
Roleplay[/b]
Where did you learn about this site?: I can’t even remember anymore…but I’m SO glad I did.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Kealey Quinn and Tarin Brooks
Sample RP:
“What are you looking at?!” Riley snapped as she clicked her way down the sidewalk in heels that should have simply been too tall to walk in. They’d definitely taken some practice to get used to, but she had it down to a science by this point. One of the other “models” had snatched her clothes during the photoshoot and the best the photographer had been able to do was a trench coat that was barely longer than the hemline of the nighty she’d been wearing for the shoot. The bus ride had been hell on Earth, and the two blocks from the bus stop to her apartment buildng wasn’t proving to be much better.
Head held high, she fixed an icy blue stare at the next man she saw, absolutely daring him to say a word to her. With the heels on she was a good couple of inches taller than he and he kept his mouth shut. At least until she walked by. Finally, the oasis of her apartment building came into view, and Riley mounted the stairs with some difficulty, her feet were starting to really hurt. Luckily she’d kept her purse separate from her clothes and as she fished out her keys and opened the door to the foyer, Riley breathed a sigh of relief.
This wasn’t one of the fancy places that had a lobby or a consierge, and Riley clicked to the mailboxes, opening hers and pulling out the small stack of mail and bills that had amassed over the past few days. It was safe enough at this point for Riley to bend and kick off the heels one at a time and as she bent to pick them up by the ankle straps, she breathed a sigh of relief and headed for the stairs.
Into the little apartment she went, smiling at the simple and pretty decorations that she’d gathered over the past couple of years. Nobody who knew her outside of this building would have known it, and that’s exactly how Riley wanted it. It didn’t take long to get out of the lingerie she’d been modeling at the photo shoot and into a pair of dumpy sweat pants and a hoodie. Riley mused over what it would be like if she showed up to a shoot dressed like that as she pulled her hair into a messy pony tail and scrubbed at her face to get rid of the pounds of make-up.
Once that was accomplished, the brunette made her way to the kitchen for a cup of hot chocolate, then back into her bedroom to pull a well-worn foot locker from under the bed. The padlock was unlocked, the lid was thrown back, and a few minutes of shuffling followed as Riley decided exactly what her poison for the night was going to be. Finally deciding and climbing into the bed, Riley pushed back the sleeves of her hoodie and reached into the top drawer of the bedside stand, extracting a small pouch and pulling out….a pair of reading glasses.
Settling back against her pillows, which were far more frilly than she ever would have admitted, Riley sighed happily and opened the book, All My Heart’s Desires. The binding was almost worn out, and the cover was holding on by a few well worn edges, but it had been a rough day. This was definitely what Riley needed.
