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 Julia Davidson on Oct 17, 2018 19:04:20 GMT -6
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Oct 27, 2019 20:35:51 GMT -6
kittyoemily
I have been trying to find the time with college and work to post replies, but haven’t gotten around to it in a bit. I am not really gone but I want to keep people updated. Sorry.
Julia had been caught off guard. That was an understatement. She was completely caught off guard. She didn’t expect to come across anyone in this forest. She didn’t expect to across someone who was willing to call her out on her bs, and she really wasn’t ready for someone to fight her. In the physical sense, of course she was ready. She had powers, but not in the mental sense.
Not in the sense of being mentally ready to attack where she needed to. tNot expecting him to fight and therefore not ready to think on her feet, to be willing to attack in the necesarry ways that ‘guarranteed’ her a win. Or well, this is what Julia told herself.
In actuality even if she had expected him to keep attacking, and had been in the mood to fight, she was inept at fighting, and this proved it. “ F****n back off!” She would shout trying to keep herself from being hit, but struggling, she wanted to retreat but saw no opportunity. This was all his fault was her opinion. It always was someone else’s fault or that’s what she tried to assure herself of.
Posted by Julia Davidson on Aug 18, 2018 11:15:41 GMT -6
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Julia heard him and the exact words being muttered, but she decided to be merciful for once. She didn’t want to be causing the guy a heart attack, it was just a force of habit and of a partial need to make people fear her. It was always easier than allowing people to make the decision to fear her. It always seemed simpler to give them no other option but to fear her, it didn’t mean that she enjoyed people fearing her.
“ Okay” was her response to his statement as she held back more explicatives being shot at Javier’s direction. She decided to wait for him to call or do what he needed to do before they left. She stood there without shooting angry looks at him, but she stayed standoffish in her demeanor.
Posted by Julia Davidson on Jul 22, 2018 20:54:27 GMT -6
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kittyoemily
Julia saw him write her sizes of her clothes down and was instantly less tense than she had been before. Even if it was still way more tense than the average person, she was just happy that she had ‘won.’ To her that was all that mattered. She won even if it wasn’t a conventional way of winning. She was still more content even if it came at the expense of the man in front of her having made her ‘win’ when he had put himself at risk to make her feel more comfortable.
Then the bit of relief was destroyed when he mentioned coming back for measurements. Luckily for Javier, she didn’t react right away but realized he was just looking for reassurance on how to leave and come back without being noticed. “ You have no f****n real life experience” she said blandly. Of course it was up for debate if Julia herself even had any normal ‘real life experience’ but to Julia her experience was the only thing that mattered.
“Yes, f****n call them and f****n tell f****n tell them that this f****n stuff you f****n do, is going to f****n take f****n take longer than you f****n expected” she said waiting for him to call before they get more supplies to fix it up. This was a bad mix. Julia being one of the biggest hot heads and her being with Javier who was the most passive person she has ever met, as a result was probably making the day ten times longer than it had to be with the added swear words ‘required’ of Julia alone.
Posted by Julia Davidson on Jul 22, 2018 20:40:12 GMT -6
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Oct 27, 2019 20:35:51 GMT -6
kittyoemily
Julia had never met someone who started off just as confrontational as her, or well no one willing to be confrontational to this extreme as she had been. Not men anyways. Maybe most of them always assumed they could get in bed with her or that it was cowardly to be confrontational to women such as Julia herself( or maybe most of them had seen her as just a young teen aged was often the truth).
Nonetheless the truth was that Julia was sort of taken aback. Especially at the threats. Her initial plan was to run off as soon as she got the chance, but now her adrenaline was rushing and showing this man that he messed with the wrong women. She lifted her hands up to attempt to show him who he was messing with. She didn’t regret the fire that she was trying to throw his way in response to his simple words. Birds cawing words of distress in the background being the only things that stopped Julia from attacking his face with her flames, his body wasn’t granted the same mercy with her aiming her powers.
Cliché, if Julia had known the word sufficiently enough to use it, she would have used it. That’s how she felt about the conversation even if she didn’t have the word cliché on her mind to describe it. The first and second sentences that he spoke only made her more angered. And the third just made her want to be more angry. Julia was an angry person and this guy was making it hard to be angry and whether it made sense or not, that made her angry.
Julia noticed the winds quieting down and the rain persisting, and felt as though it gave quite a good image to how she had been feeling. That is, her momentum of anger had no energy to continue to persist, but she herself wanted to persist with being angry. Even with the man in front of her saying all the right things, Julia felt like they were all wrong. Like she couldn’t trust a word he said and she didn’t want to trust a word he said because deep down she knew that if she did it would leave her vulnerable like she had been so many times before.
She glared at him as the rain continued to fall down. She wanted to know the perfect words to say. To make this interaction no more. She didn’t want to think about her wording or think about her next action but she knew that she had to. In order to get what she wanted, because what she thought she wanted was to be left alone. Once she had it articulated in her head, she let the words come out of her mouth without remorse.
“ Then I have a f****n right to be f****n left alone” she said given the mind games he was playing of saying that she had a right to be mad, to only scold her in the same breath and tell her everything that’s wrong with her. That being, that she needed help. She decided to use his wording against him and she was quite content with how it came out even if she was mad at her own anger dwindling as the rain continued to splash over her already soaked face and body.
Posted by Julia Davidson on Jul 10, 2018 21:22:08 GMT -6
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Oct 27, 2019 20:35:51 GMT -6
kittyoemily
Julia honestly didn’t know many people that acted as ignorant as she did. Javier however was making her feel like even she could be a teacher and that wasn’t her profession. “ It doesn’t f****n matter if you f****n don’t ‘usually do that’ any person is f****n going to f****n realize that that cabinet is f****n not supposed to be f****n there. You better f****n do something more than that” she said, mocking his own words but just appearing hostile with the rest. However she was trying to help per se.
“Use my f****n clothes’ sizes or ones one step down, and we can f****n fix this with f****n supplies from a hardware f****n place down the street” she said. The sizes would no matter what still be loose fitting, so Julia would technically still ‘win’ in this make believe debate. Her words after the sizes had more meaning however since they contained an offer to help him fix something that was purely in Julia’s mind, only Javier’s fault, and could only possibly hurt Javier in his future. It didn’t matter if her way of thinking was right or wrong, it was a glimpse into Julia’s ability to be selfless even if it still was rooted in ignorance and vulgarity.
Sincerity. A word that Julia was not so privy to. When someone was sincere, most of the time she wanted that they would be but thought that they weren’t. Even when she did think they were sincere, and in a good way, she was too dense to see that their words or actions were not sincere but instead to get something from her. Therefore, when he asked if she was alright, she wanted to swear at him like a man in a bar fight over a pretty women would four hours past midnight.
She would have, if she wasnt finding it evermore difficult to react because her body remembered that day in the woods that had happened months ago. Her heart rate quickened, her mind was racing. She felt like she couldn’t breathe but by all logic she should have been able to. It was a panic attack by all means, but something she wouldn’t admit to even if she had any idea of what it was.
Seconds flew by without a response, snapping out of it only once a gush of a light breeze reminded her that she was in a forest, but with a man and not a bear standing in front of her. “ Fffff” She was going to swear. She wanted to swear. “ Get the h*ll away from me *sshole” she said lashing out verbally as she tried to back away in a crab walk sort of way on the hard dirt path of the forest. She needed to assert her strength and that was how she was doing it, by doing what she does best, and that is swearing up a storm.
In Julia’s mind the only words that she could come up with to describe the man standing in front of her were all negative ones. They were sarcastic, childish and aggressive. Yet, Julia was finding ways that they were all justified. She could go on a 70 page thesis rant about how much she detested the man standing in front of her before she even has been near him for 15 minutes. That is how aggressive her thoughts had been at that moment.
Even the truth she hated coming out of his mouth. The words spoken by him that had implied that she wouldn’t want to hurt people, that she wouldn’t kill someone purposely, and the fact that she was in unimaginable emotional pain. She paraphrased all of his words in her own mind similarily, but in the process they had lost the eloquence and the wholeness of what they meant in the process. Yet, it all still made her ready to fight a war that only Julia herself was only able to actually see that it was one that needed to be fought.
Her anger had augmented as he implied that he knew her, that he understood her, that he knew her pain. She didn’t care if his life was exactly like hers, her pain was her own and others trying to say otherwise made her want to scream, shout or really to crawl up and hide. She didn’t want others to feel like she has felt, and she didn’t need someone acting that they knew it, for deep down it made her feel guilty.
Guilty because she had her whole life ahead of her and yet she was just focusing on helping to live her own life... to escape her own past. As a result, she knew that she was avoiding helping the world and doing the good on the world that she should be doing. But she wanted to be selfish and to close herself off and so her words next wouldn’t be much of a surprise but more annoying for their redundancy and surprising for their brevity than anything else. “ F*** you.” She said. It’s all she wanted to express, that she felt comfortable expressing given his knack for insinuating that he ‘understood’ strangers. She didn’t want to give him more amno to use against her and so she didn’t.
Posted by Julia Davidson on Jun 28, 2018 19:32:54 GMT -6
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Oct 27, 2019 20:35:51 GMT -6
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Julia had taken the cowards way out, and she knew it even if she wouldn’t admit it. She had forced Jack to fight Julia’s own battle and knew there was no ifs about it. Even knowing this, Julia wasn’t by no means anywhere happy about her now ringing ears and sweat drenched forehead( the sweat on her forehead although a result of over exerting her own powers, the blame was going towards Jack excessive use of her powers instead).
Julia was ready to give a line of swear words and vulgarity that could come close to breaking some record or another, but would be taken aback by the info that there would be more. Furthermore she was becoming ever more p*ssed as the person in front of her was insinuating that she should ‘hide.’ Now it’s not like Julia hasn’t hidden in her life time, in fact much of her life has been hiding or running, but the fact that someone else was telling her to, p*ssed her off. She didn’t want to hide and had no reason to. Before Julia could get a word in, Jack was rushing off.
“I will f****n be all the way out by skanattles by the time they f****n find me!” Julia didn’t know why she spoke those stupid words. Any semi intelligent and completely confident person would know that saying that something won’t find them soon but when they were far away, sounded lame at best. It sounded completely idiotic at worst. Furthermore who knew if throwing out her next location made any sense at all on the intimidation front in the world where Julia assumed robots could hear everything. Suffice to say, Julia’s attempt at sounding like an intellect who was going places, just made her sound like a complete moron. Seconds later she ran off because she knew how right Jack was, proving that even Julia knew enough to admit to herself that her own words were that idiotic.
Posted by Julia Davidson on Jun 25, 2018 21:50:40 GMT -6
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Julia would start to sigh and turn it into a disgruntled shake of her head. Knowing that thar was more confident than a sigh. “ Thanks for f****n nothing” she said. Irritated with herself and Thelma and so naturally all of her irritation was shown to Thelma. Also the blame was put all on Thelma and not herself. She turned around and and started to leave. Or well walked away to who knows where. Furthermore she just knew that she would find her way, like she always does even if it was in a h*ll of a city such as this.
Posted by Julia Davidson on Jun 15, 2018 11:00:21 GMT -6
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Oct 27, 2019 20:35:51 GMT -6
kittyoemily
Julia no longer knew what to think of this man. Clearly he was more of a threat to himself than her at this point. Or well that’s what Julia actually wanted to believe because a part of her did want to let her guard down for a few minutes. She wanted to let her guard down so she can help him fix this up so he and even so she or they both don’t get in trouble, instead of just further escalating the situation.
“ You f****n probably need to do something f****n more than that if you f****n don’t want to f****n be caught.” She said, trying to not be aggressive but she was still a bit on edge. She was trying to be helpful, but she hasn’t ‘practiced’ being helpful or trying to be helpful in awhile. So suffice to say, it could appropriately be construed as her just being a jerk. She even kept her arms crossed, but that was more in a defensive uncomfortable way even if it looked like she was still just p*ssed off.
She was still on edge even as she remembered the words spoken right before she fell. ‘Robots don’t have mutant powers’ that sentence didn’t reassure her, for how was she supposed to know what a mutant can or can’t do, and if a robot can or can’t replicate that. She was getting up as he spoke sentences of apology, but also she felt like he was scolding her.
She was standing confidently when she responded instead of running, since she figured running was coming of no use and his words were really nothing her. “ Do you think I f****n care if I hurt or even f****n kill someone?” She said aggressively. “Because I f****n don’t.” She said or well lied.
She was trying to dry off her hands to hopefully use her powers again, even if it was just a scare tactic. She didn’t bother to respond if she was alright because that wasn’t his ‘f****n’ business and obviously she was alright. Or well she was standing as if she was. The inability to feel pain was a benefit right now, even if Julia wouldn’t admit that her being alright had anything to do with the inability to feel pain, it obviously was the case.
Julia noticed that Thelma was taken aback, and that Julia allowed her to be for a minute as she continued eating the hotdog. Julia was actually enjoying the hotdog. Not that she had high expectations as far as food was concerned, but Julia did enjoy complaining about food in her head, in a way it was just to complain and let out frustrations, but she found no fault in the hotdog.
The words Thelma spoke however, made her more than a bit on edge. Julia felt like it was stupid to assume that she wanted to go all the way back to Canada, and last time she heard, New Jersey was not a great state to be in. Then the question came again. The one that stated that Julia was a young women in distress who needed ‘rescuing.’ Julia never liked being pinned a victim and she didn’t like the fact that this could also be means by which the mutant robot cop thing could catch her. “ No” she said.
Julia finished the hotdog that had been helping to ‘subdue’ her enough to not swear out with her response of no. But now that she was done. She was going to respond her usual way. That included swearing. “ Just f****n bring me to the grass outside of this city. F****n preferably in NY state. Not a f****n park in the city. And don’t f****n worry that it’s just a random location. I can make my way from there.” She said giving a forced smile for assuring Thelma that she was okay. She didn’t need this women playing hero, and dropping her off at a location that she felt better about dropping Julia off at. Which by Julia’s observations, this women appeared to want to, because she seemed like a hero type. Julia wasn’t judging her for it, but did want to protect herself.
Julia walked the forest one step at a time. She took each breath in before exhaling it right out. The noise of the debris on the floor sounding more beautiful to her as she took each step than raindrops gently falling onto a lake’s surface. She was at peace in nature, and she always will be or should have been.
It was being broken today due to what happened months ago.She remembered the walk she took months ago. The one that scared her to pieces and forced her to see, or aknowledge, for at least a second that nothing, no place was truly safe. She was as vulnerable as she was with or without powers. When ever or where ever she went, there was always vulnerability.
Even in the d*mn forest she couldn’t feel completely safe. She hoped that when she would have healed completely that this all would have been forgotten. However even as she heard the noises, felt the air, felt like she was in a place where she has always felt happiness or at least felt at peace even through the chaos, she had right now felt on edge. Or well was trying to not feel on edge despite everything telling her that she should feel at peace and not on edge.
On edge, she didn’t want to feel that way. She yearned for the normalcy of feeling at peace in a forest that she has always felt at peace walking in before. Nothing had shaken her ever about forests, but the bear attack... everything that had happened months before, that had shaken her. It was bothering her more than she would ever admit, even to herself.
Through all of the turmoil, thoughts and emotions racing in Julia, she had stopped paying attention to what was ahead of her. Maybe too stupidly afraid to look ahead or maybe too focused on her past fears to look ahead. She ran into something or someone. She fell on her back in the process with a “ f***” coming out of her mouth as a result of anger. Everything she does these past few years, seems to be out of anger.
