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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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?
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Posted by Julia Davidson on Jun 11, 2018 19:57:41 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
49
17
Oct 27, 2019 20:35:51 GMT -6
kittyoemily
Julia was very much on edge as he continued to try. The word moron would be a word Julia would probably use later to describe Javier when her adrenaline was not telling her to just run away. That it was. She wanted to run away, but she so desperately needed this job. She did not have much money left and really wanted to be able to keep jumping from town to town without getting noticed. She couldn’t do that if someone out to get her was confident about his ability to hurt her... even if it was for no valid reason, it was still dangerous for when he had validity in being able to harm Julia. Julia inwardly swore at the thought of this man tainting miles worth of work for her. It made Julia deep( extemely deep) down afraid, afraid of being spoken about, ostracized like she had been in the past.
She couldn’t have that happen and was about ready to just swear up a storm at him, to initmidate him to just keep the measurements and never ever speak of her being a mutant again. Her plan to make him keep the promise was to also to tell him that she will kill him because she will know because of what would be a lie of saying that she had telepathic abilities or something. Julia didn’t know, but lying seemed logical enough given the situation. She had no problems with lying..
In all the craziness of Julia’s thoughts she had been paying attention to Javier sufficiently enough to see him, and no not some magic trick or tool break the wall with his fist. “ You f****n were telling the f****n truth?!” She said in a hostile and shocked sort of way. She still didn’t like people knowing that she was a mutant, even mutants weren’t excluded from her own rules of insecurities. So he wasn’t just going to receive a huge hug as a result nor some happy ‘we’re kin’ reunion type thing. In Julia’s opinion, there was no automatic ‘bond’ or ‘link’ between one mutant and her. That just seemed as stupid as family ties which had hurt her so much in the past and unbeknownst to her, continues to make its impact on how she lived today.
Julia was still trying to run when she heard the man following. She heard his words and therefore she had tried to speed up the best she could. She knew that she wasn’t ‘book smart’ by any means, but she was pretty sure that when someone or something says that they are not a robot, it probably means that they are a robot. Him or rather it telling her that it had wanted to talk and telling her to stop all just made Julia try to run faster.
Try was the key word. It was becoming more and more difficult. Her entire body was drenched in water. Her face was continuously being splashed with water as if the rain was targeting her and her fleeing ways. While her feet in soaked boots were trying to trudge through the water that was cascading off of the rocks, sticks and anything, making it more difficult to run. The weight of her physical mutations ever more showing themselves as a huge disadvantage to running away as she became drained quicker and was slowing down quicker than she would have. “ That’s what a f****n robot would say!” She shouted, taking the energy to give one more aggressive shout to keep it away from her.
She was slowing down even more however and Julia noticed her own steady decline and decided to put forth some more effort to go at a faster pace again. A decision made because she knew that he was still following her because it had not been more than 20 seconds from the last words he had spoken. She had focused on speeding up, but had forgotten to watch her step as she tripped on a rock and fell forward onto the ground, scrapeing her knees, hands and chin in the process.
A swear word that started with f and ended with a “n,” came from her mouth right after hitting the ground. It was not because of her minor, though still what would have been painful injuries. Julia didn’t or rather couldn’t feel the pain that should have accompanied the fall. The swear word instead was because of the fall itself and how she felt the eminent threat of the person who she thought was a robot. Therefore she didn’t take a second to compose herself as she went to stand in order to continue to run.
Posted by Julia Davidson on Jun 10, 2018 18:51:28 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
49
17
Oct 27, 2019 20:35:51 GMT -6
kittyoemily
Julia watched as Javier panicked. Her thoughts becoming more panicked themselves as she saw the scene unfold that seemed like she was right to assume that he was a bold face liar. Her own expression would remain hostile as she held on to the semblance that at least he was panicked and not attacking her yet.
Julia wondered what he was doing as he went over to the filing cabinet. Was he showing his supposed powers or was he just being an *ss? Then she realized or well drew to the conclusion that he was trying to attack her with the filing cabinet. “ you’re trying to f****n knock that f****n filling cabinet over on me? What are you f****n stupid? That’s f****n too far and f****n too heavy for you to f****n shove on me!” She said or well yelled aggressively but all of it was out of being defensive or aggressive to get him to ‘stand down’.
Julia wasn’t entirely dumb but she wasn’t entirely sophisticated either. Simplistic was honestly a word to describe her mentality at times. Her logic was flawed but to her it often appeared to be the only logic that made sense. Therefore her reaction to Javier’s outburst wouldn’t have made any sense to most people as she acted as if Javier was the one being aggressive. “ Why the f*** do you think you can f****n swear at me?” She said, bristling with anger.
Truth be told Julia felt like he was becoming more ‘confident’ than Julia felt comfortable with. He from her point of view may not even be a mutant but someone using that as an excuse to find out that she was a mutant. “You f****n think that because I am a f****n mutant that you can-” she cut herself off because she had realized she in her haste to be aggressive and show off her anger, that she just admitted to being a mutant. Just like that. Julia gave herself away.
“Give me f****n proof that you’re f****n a mutant, f****n right now” she said quickly as she approached timid man in a quick for her movement . This was more out of fear since she didn’t want to lose this job and most certainly not because she was a mutant. She wanted to be sure that he was telling the truth or she was going to have to skip town sooner rather than next week. She didn’t need a mutant hater or even a mutant phenatic stalking her or telling the whole town that she was a mutant.
Julia would have kept trying to catch more trees on fire if not for the rain that had started to and continued to destroy the work that she had accomplished. Words were spoken from the robot, making Julia only more livid than she already was. The words were spuled eloquently from the robot’s mouth. To Julia this was all the more reason to stand on her presumption that this was a robot disguised as a human.
“F*** you and your stupid f****n creators!” She shouted before going to run off while she still had the chance. Her pace as usual was slower than she would have liked, especially as she tried to avoid slipping or stumbling over the various branches and shrubbery in her path that were being soaked from the storm that was called upon by the same person whom she thought was a robot.
Julia froze at the word ‘wait.’ If there was one more question, Julia was going to flip. Then came the sentence Julia never wanted to hear in her lifetime. This man here was a mutant. Or he said he was. Either way, Julia didn’t care to know because then that meant that an individual usually wanted to have an entire ‘kinship’ type thing going on.
The words spoken by Javier showed that he ran towards awkwardness because he said that this totally wasn’t an awkward thing even if Julia assumed that he totally knew it was awkward based on those given words. Julia didn’t even like knowing that she was a mutant, she didn’t want some random dude knowing she was a mutant.
That being said she couldn’t afford to lose this job over some poor sap’s attempt to ‘empathize’ with her. Therefore she spoke. “ If I said that I was, would you f****n make the uniform using the measurements that I gave you?” She said turning around. She dropped a few opportunities to swear, since she just wanted to come to a compromise on this little... discussion? Sooner rather than later.
Julia had been still looking for a secluded place, with an isolated unpopulated restaurant. Thoughts on why this entire stupid *ss city was so crowded did cross her mind before the familiar sound of her Uber driver with two hotdogs in hand and what Julia assumed was the money she had given her all in her hand.
Julia was ready to just run away from this stalker of an Uber driver, but lucky for Thelma, or well really lucky for Julia, Thelma had spoken all of the words necessary for Julia to give a pause instead of running. Julia heard the words and saw the money placed with the hotdog in such away that Julia concluded Thelma had bought the two hotdogs and was willing to to take only a hotdog as payment, returning the rest of the money.
Julia’s first instinct was to verbally assault Thelma for assuming Julia needed her money returned. Julia knew she was homeless, but her pride told her that was because she wanted to be, wanted to travel instead of be in one place. Therefore Julia’s instinct was aligned with her pride.
Julia’s energy level however was not aligned with her instinct since she was a tad too tired , and hungry to go or well act on her first instinct. Julia took the hotdog, and only the hotdog slowly. “Thanks.” She said, or well half mumbled. “Keep the d*** money.” she said with some hostility as she held the hotdog in one hand and went to grab her wallet with the other.
Julia never really knew how much money she had with her at any given moment. Sometimes she had less than twenty cents, and other times she had four hundred dollars saved up due to having such a low cost of living. The amount being semi high for someone who works under the table but is a result of usually keeping her needs at food, cleaning her clothes, traveling between towns when she didn’t want to by foot and necessities of basic hygiene. Her cost of living being higher when she sleeps the night in a motel room, or like today, over slept on a bus, making the ticket costs twice the amount it would have cost for the round about location that she wanted to be. She bought new clothes sparingly, and new anything like this stupid phone that she had just bought, sparingly.
None-the-less, Julia was a bit surprised to find somewhere around $126 dollars left in her wallet. She maneuvered her hand to grab $56 dollars of it and placed the wallet back before saying. “ Can you get me out of the f****n city?” She said, the swear word wasn’t needed, Julia really didn’t care as she bit into the hot dog waiting for a reply. Julia didn’t like being around people, or rather told herself that she didn’t.
None the less Julia knew she had to get out of the city some way, and it was better using someone she kind of sort of knew instead of another Uber driver that Julia told herself that she would hate just as much, if not more. Plus Julia assumed that these ‘New York City people’ ( she did not really notice or cared to correlate thelma’s Accent with another city) did not like to go under the table as much as other places as shown by Thelma’s hesistency to accept it.
Julia didn’t want to risk an awkward situation, even if it seemed like Julia tends to cause a lot of those for other people. Furthermore, Julia was still creeped out by the mutant robots and did not want to be reported to the police, or found out by other people/ reported to the police for being a mutant or being a mutant who caused the ‘problems’ that the robot had a problem with earlier. Therefore Julia knew or well assumed that Thelma was her safest bet.
Julia had been so mad that she had started to just throw fireballs at the concrete that had once stood Jack. She glanced up ready to ‘re find’ Jack again so as to… attack, but would see the robot thing standing behind Jack. “ what in the f***” She said backing up, swearing as she realized that she had forgotten to turn off her powers in the process of all of this, burning her jacket and therefore her parts of her skin in the process. She patted them out, but kept her fire blazing, albeit now was cautious to not catch her own jacket on fire in the process.
She started to back away when the bot spoke. Spoke as if she was stupid enough to surrender, as if her mutation was… a mutation. That was the word she really didn’t like referring to her powers as, and detested when others made it sound so…. not human. This robot was doing just that. “ Aren’t you going to f*****n help?” She said towards Jack, as she backed up, she didn’t mean to say it as cowardly as it came off as. It was meant to be aggressive, to have been blaming Jack for all of this as. To note that she saw Jack backing away as if like a smug coward herself having ‘created’ this entire situation. Despite what Julia had intended her words to come off as, it ultimately came off as cowardly.
However the split second of fear that she had shown had faded as she replaced it with her showcase of anger towards the robot. This thing had made her feel like a ‘thing’, like an inadequate non living being, like how her dad had made her feel so many years ago. It was such an immense feeling that she couldn’t even articulate what it made her feel like nor why she was reacting the way she was.
Julia hated this city and now she had yet another reason. She was done with this sh*t and she figured that she was only going to get out of it if she did something, and so she went to throw immense flames at the robot. Sweat was starting to pour down her forehead that signaled she herself had wasted time fighting futile battles and was now running out of time before she can’t concentrate, can’t use her powers and or passes out.
Julia didn’t need to be walked to the place, she just wanted to be there already. Julia easily felt like she could find it herself. Suffice to say, Julia was done with human intereaction. She was close enough to something, and while Julia may have been a smidge auspicious about Thelma pointing her in the wrong direction, all to gain some money. Julia was even more suspicious of Thelma walking her to a mutant robot. “I f*****n can find it myself, thanks” she said with brevity. She wasn’t in the mood, and although the swear word was used in a habit forming way, she was too focused on getting to the restaurant to have any sort of politeness. She left the car. Shutting the door in a lot less forceful way than anyone would expect given her tone. But she didn’t look back as she walked away. Her hood now up, and her shoulders back to being tense. She was done.
Julia hadn’t mean to shriek in fear again, and furthermore hadn’t meant to be so careless as to not use the knife at hand as the bear approached her, and instead she had dropped the knife as she was stumbling backwards. Clearly Julia didn’t mean to do a lot of things in the heat of the moment even when they have had real consequences on her life. She backed up and tripped/ fallen back before Larraine had chased off the bear.
Julia tried to compose herself in a way that didn’t say ‘ yeah I was afraid of dying’ but it was bit hard when she had found it difficult to get to her feet led alone to stand. Her inability to feel pain was good for a lot of things, getting up despite excessive blood loss and knowing that that was the case, was not one of them.
Luckily her comrade in arms had sat down before it became obvious that Julia didn’t have the blood supply/ or as Julia’s pride had thought, the energy to stand up. “ Fu” she had started to swear but had decided to just say “thanks” as she wasn’t in the mood for displaying anger right now.
Julia laid down on her bleeding back to look up at the snow flakes falling. A good sign for her powers since they worked better or well longer in coldness. “ I can make us a f****n fire tonight” she said, a ‘peace offering’ of sort as she stifled a yawn, once again a false pride thing as she wasn’t aware that it was not because she was tired because of a lack of sleep, but because she had lost enough blood to warrant her to be overly tired.
Julia tried her hardest to not listen to the stupid words being spoken by the stupid stranger who had stupidly came across her. It was moot, because ever since that stupid city she had came to with the… mutant robots, it all had made her on higher alert for just about anyone, or thing. One part of being on high alert for anyone, meant that she was on high alert for words spoken by anyone, even from the mouth of someone who was stupid enough to act all cheery and such to her. Her brain couldn’t block it out, not all the way at least and for the moment she perceived it as luckily because the man was insinuating he knew her as he exclaimed how he was like that when ‘he was homeless’ and the word ‘too.’ Parreleling Julia and himself as if going through the same thing. Or something along those lines that Julia wasn’t going to question as anything other than him assuming things about her.
Like what the f***, she wasn’t really homeless in the truest sense, but on paper… her mind jumped towards those mutant robots coming after her. She thought that maybe this wasn’t even a guy, but some weird Sci-Fy Android coming after her. It all made sense. On paper she didn’t even really exist… no one really knew who she was, more than likely her brother filed a ‘missing person’s report and since they never found her, she was probably dead on paper.
Furthermore her face was most certainly not attached to any house or apartment. She did live from motel room to motel room, content sleeping outside next to a fire as if camping when the motel room was either too expensive, too gross, or just not existent. To Julia it had made sense. She had less knowledge about electronics than a seventy year old in a nursing home. Her knowledge came from the few movies she had watched and the little interaction she had with it, back before she left her town.
Her town afterall was very isolated, and she herself had only recently bought a phone… as she thought about all of it, quicker than a bird finding a worm, the word phone had mad it all click, or rather had given her thoughts that she thought all made sense.
She assumed that the ‘robot’ tracked her using the refurbished minute phone. She stopped in her place and took the phone out. Over six hours worth of work for this stupid thing, she had used it once and she was going to have to destroy it. Julia regretted it a bit, but was too p*ssed to continue thinking about it as she threw it to the ground, stepped angrily on it and sent flames to the ground before turning around to set the trees behind her aflame. “ Stop tracking me f****n Android!” She said, or yelled. She had used her powers thinking that Devon was a ‘mutant’ robot who already knew she was a mutant. She was right that he knew she had powers, but she didn’t know that he wasn’t a robot.
Julia hadn’t always been so suspicious of people. There was a time when she was quite a gullible individual. Even after her father’s actions against her, it had taken over a year to develop the aloof, distrust of everything persona. The anger had periodically came and went throughout the years, but as time went on, it seemed to stay, or well her hyperbolized anger appeared to stay and come out more often and with more dramatization, and longer durations as time went by.
Suffice to say, in the year 2018, Julia was overly suspicious of everything. Sometimes it was warranted, most of the time it wasn’t. Julia therefore had seen through or thought she had seen through the first sentence and didn’t really appreciate what she ‘saw’ or well what she assumed. That is she felt that the words weren’t really sincere nor well intentioned like the prospective tone Thelma used to imply the opposite. “and I didn’t f*****n realize that you were a f****n clairvoyant.” She mumbled sarcastically.
This was followed by her shoulders going from tense to completely taut as Thelma mentioned the police. “ Stop the f****n car right f*cken now” she exclaimed. Was this some type of sick joke? She thought to herself, thinking that Thelma must have known that she was a mutant, assumed that maybe ‘those stupid robots recorded every f*****n thing’ and Julia felt like she was stupid enough to not have fled this city on foot instead of using a cab. Julia thought about what she was willing to do to get out before she was interrupted by feeling more content.
Thelma’s powers had worked ish, or at least made her more content than she had been, not making her happier but kind of making her less mad. “Just f****n get me to a restaurant.” she said still with anger, though it was forced anger at best. Though not happiness, it was a 360 from wanting to burn up this car, which would harm her, therefore would have been considered crazy to say the least. Her shoulders were still slightly tense, but she was trying to find things to be mad about. She wasn’t immune by no means to Thelma’s powers, but she wasn’t the type to be able to be happy even when under the influence of powers, because she was just an emotional person, who hid behind anger, especially right now given everything that had happened today.
“Every f****n person has the f****n potential to be f****n the worse f****n person because they never f****n attained their f****n best and no f****n person would ever f****n know it.”
Julia hadn’t even thought it would be an issue to make it ‘off the books’ and so she had rolled her eyes when Thelma said she was fine with it but that she usually was an ‘on the books type person’. She didn’t see that Thelma was still smiling for Julia had pulled out her wallet from inside her jacket and had started to grab out a fifty dollar bill. She didn’t know how much cab services cost and so she assumed fifty dollars would more than cover it.
Nonetheless as she was busy rummaging through her wallet, she could just imagine the cheeriness from Thelma as she asked if ‘Brooklyn’ worked for Julia and as Thelma spoke about a restaurant that she could find. “ I don’t know where the h*ll Brooklyn is, and you really don’t have to put on whatever this f****n nonsense is.” she said, referring to what Julia had only surmised must be an act.
It was too annoyingly happy. Still Julia had decided to give the fifty dollar bill ahead of time since Julia assumed that that was why the cab driver usually preferred ‘on the books.’ Julia was a lot of things, but not a cheat… or well not with direct confrontations like this… okay Julia hasn’t stolen in awhile… or well she wasn’t going to rip off someone who wasn’t being an *ss to her. She held out the fifty dollar bill as she said. “Here’s a fifty take me to any empty restaurant as long as it’s moving away from this f****n city, then it’s fine. Because I am going to need a f****n cab ride out of this stupid *ss mother f****n city as soon as I f****n get done f****n eating.” She said, the hostility not aimed at Thelma, but it could be construed as that.
Julia had been relieved and yet a bit surprised that he seemed to believe that that was her reason for wanting the uniform to be a size too big. She wasn’t stupid enough to be counterproductive and point out her lie and so instead she became far less tense with her stance and even bothered to answer his question in the not the meanest way that she could. “ It should f****n be on the paper that I assumed the employer gave you.” she said it in a not so aggressive way, the swear word being more out of habit than intentional.
“ It’s Julia” she said, of course he didn’t need to know her last name, and dropped the piece of paper with the sizes on it on the floor. “ See ya” she said, assuming that this conversation was done and she could finally leave. She assumed that she had gotten her way and that this conversation was over as she went to turn around to walk out of the place.