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?
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Posted by Ty Summers on Jul 31, 2018 17:01:40 GMT -6
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"So do I," she murmured, ignoring the sounds emanating from the objects on the other woman's person. "Well, depending on which way we end up going, I may be able to show you," she said with a shrug as she relaxed a little. She heard all kinds of things from all kinds of objects every day, so why worry now? At least...that's what she told herself. It wasn't every day she heard objects radiating with screams after all.
But no, this would be perfectly fine. And then the music changed to something even more godawful than what had been playing the rest of the night--which was saying something, and a group of drunk women started getting crazy.
"Yeah, uh...I'm with ya. Let's get the hell outta here, and likely never come back," she said with a shudder as a gloved hand brushed a strand of red hair behind her left ear.
Posted by Ty Summers on Jul 31, 2018 16:07:14 GMT -6
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"It usually is, yeah," she said, leaning forward, her elbows on the table, chin resting on her palms. "Paint cans?" she blinked. "Oh, you saw that, huh...Well, let's just say I'm a...freelance artist in my spare time," she said a little quietly, a mischievous gleam in her eye.
However, as they spoke, Ty was slowly noticing something different about the various objects on this woman. While her mutation didn't tell her exactly what she had, or what she'd done with them, she could make out assorted cries of pain, fear, maybe even a shot or two. Something about this should have set off red flags. Should have, but she decided not to worry about it.
Maybe her judgement was off, and it probably was, either because of the alcohol, or the prospect of a little action. Honestly it was most definitely both.
"My...art...is a form of expression. I just so happen to express my feelings on...buildings, usually belonging to certain targets," she continued. She didn't often talk about her method of protest, and she didn't even really know if it accomplished anything, but it certainly made her feel better.
Posted by Ty Summers on Jul 31, 2018 12:12:22 GMT -6
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Her face still tinted a light pink, she could at least feel her nerves calming down a little. Wasn't like she'd never taken someone home from a bar before, after all, right? "Pleasure's all mine," she said with a smile as she watched the other woman get another drink.
"Not much, honestly. You drink, you go home. Preferably with someone else, but...well, yeah. Others choose to just get plastered and get their asses dragged out, but to each their own." She shrugged. She'd honestly planned to be closer to the second group tonight, but it seemed as though her luck had turned around considerably.
She shook her head as she finished off the last little bit of her drink. "Nah. If I'm to be of any use to you later, I'd better quit while I'm ahead," she said with a light giggle. "I mean, the original plan was to get hammered, but...that seems to have changed." She flashed a coy grin, the alcohol now giving her a little more confidence. Sure, her heart was still racing, but...it'd be okay.
As they fell into silence, she sort of looked over her new companion as she let her ears linger on some of the murmurs coming off of her. Well, off of her clothing, any jewelry, or anything else that was on her person. Due to the nature of the passive side of her mutation, it wasn't a method with pinpoint accuracy, but it gave her a little insight into someone. Well, a few vague quotes or sounds, but it was better than nothing.
Posted by Ty Summers on Jul 31, 2018 7:55:17 GMT -6
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Ty sipped on her drink some more, occasionally looking over to the other woman, to see she'd downed the rest of hers and was now heading her way. Well, that would make it easier to actually talk, unless this version of New York was one where people bought other people drinks and left without a word. Though the mutant wouldn't necessarily be complaining about that, that didn't seem nearly as interesting. When she pulled up a chair and sat across from her, Ty's blue eyes focused on the other woman.
Intriguing, tough-looking, Ty could see a few scars, the woman looked bored, but for some reason, the petite, sweet-looking redhead caught her attention. Ty took a hearty sip of her drink.
"I'm not really well versed in whatever lame pickup lines people like to drop these days, so i'll just cut to the chase. Wanna @#$%?"
Ty managed to not spit her drink out, but she did end up coughing. Wow, that was forward...
Her face turned as red as her hair as she looked at the woman, her thoughts racing as her heartbeat sped up as well. She'd never been with a woman before, but she'd certainly thought about it. And now she'd been very bluntly offered a chance.
Taking a breath, she took another very healthy swig of her drink. "You know...? Sure. Why not?" she said with a sly grin, though there was a hint of nervousness in those baby blue eyes of hers. Looking down at the half of her drink she had yet to finish, she looked back up to the other woman. A part of her was still trying to process what just happened. What does one say after something like that, really?
"My name is Tyanna," she said softly, figuring you couldn't go wrong with a name. "But you can call me Ty."
Posted by Ty Summers on Jul 17, 2018 18:17:16 GMT -6
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Ty was inwardly cursing herself at how clumsy she was tonight. Maybe she was still getting used to things on this side, or maybe she just had a lot on her mind. Yeah...that was it. Considering that she was drinking on some stranger's dime, and they didn't know about it. But that never really bothered her before. Life was just...weird sometimes. Especially when you were having to start from scratch in another world. Not that she'd done that good a job the first time, but eh.
She continued sipping her drink, though gradually becoming less and less modest with her sips. Hey, she earned it, right? Right. Besides, maybe the alcohol would distract her from the fact that she picked a bar with terrible taste in music. But...the drinks were good, so that was always a plus, right?
About the time she was about to finish her drink, another was set before her.
"But I didn't--" she started, as the young man who'd delivered the drink politely shook his head and informed her that someone else had bought it for her. Well, that was kind of them. Maybe tonight wouldn't be such a bad night after all.
She turned to look in the direction of her new benefactor to see a rather scowly-looking woman with a mohawk raise her glass. Part of her had to wonder if there was an alternate version of her running around somewhere, and if they ever got drinks from women like this. She finished her old drink and raised the new one in return, flashing the woman a polite smile.
Personally, she couldn't recall ever getting a drink from another woman, but she guessed a new home meant potential for anything, right? Sure...Besides...
She took a sip. Drinks always tasted better when they were free.
Posted by Ty Summers on Jul 14, 2018 22:42:45 GMT -6
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Another Saturday night went by, and Ty still found herself trying to get used to things on this side of the rip. It was...odd, not being as ousted as she was back....well, home wasn't quite the right term for it. She never really felt like she'd belonged, and though she *still* felt like an outcast here...it at least seemed like it'd be better.
Ty sat at a table in the corner of the bar, as usual, away from the crowd. The objects' murmuring were usually enough noise for her without having a bunch of people with more objects on their person. She wore a low cut tee shirt and a pair of tight jeans, her red hair hanging at about shoulder length as her blue eyes looked around the room and she sipped on a drink. Something fruity as per usual, but people tended to underestimate the kick those things could carry.
Relaxing in the chair, she took another sip of her drink. Until she accidentally knocked her purse off of the table, and a can of spray paint rolled out of the bag onto the floor. Quickly, she got up and caught it, rushing back to her bag to stuff it back in before anything noticed. Didn't need anyone to know what she did in her free time, but if anyone did notice....well crap.
She sat back at her seat in the corner, looking around the room as she sipped her drink. Perfectly natural. Nothing out of place here at all...
Posted by Ty Summers on Jul 14, 2018 7:07:15 GMT -6
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Ty had met her share of visible mutants on the other side, and as such she wasn't taken aback by the prawn's appearance. In fact, she'd come to learn that the nicest people on the planet didn't really look like people at all.
When the other mutant spoke, she had to focus a little to make out the words, but she smiled, nodding slightly as she got the explanation. "Heh, I understand. That's why I keep my phone in my purse or my pocket, personally."
The larger mutant was nice, if she seemed a bit jumpy, or even a bit shy. "Well, it looks interesting; you'll have to let me know when you finish."
Her eyes glanced around the bar, wondering how strange it must look for two women to be talking on the floor instead of at a table. "I read when I can. I'm in the midst of a fantasy series right now. It follows a young woman who aspires to be a feared pirate." She paused, looking up at the mutant. "I have room at the table over there if you want to sit and talk," she offered.
Posted by Ty Summers on Jul 4, 2018 7:31:42 GMT -6
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The mutant's eyes scanned the bar as she sipped the drink in her glove-protected hand. The bar itself wasn't too crowded, though there wasn't really much of interest, aside from the stray whisper she picked up from occasionally passerby--well, from their hat, jacket, cell phone, or whatever else. When everything spoke, nothing knew how to shut up, but she'd learned to cope with it; she had no choice, honestly.
However, one particular patron caught her attention, a visible mutant, sitting not far from her at another table. A rather large individual reading a book. Now that's something you don't see everyday, she mused to herself, though not at the visible mutant; where she was from, she'd learned to sympathize with them. Not that being mistaken for being some sort of crazy person was any better. No, she very rarely saw people in bars reading an actual book. That in itself warranted the girl's attention.
And then, something startled the object of her attention, and the larger mutant jumped, throwing her book near Ty's vicinity. With a slight giggle, the redhead took another sip of her drink, before calmly setting it down and standing up to retrieve the fallen book. After all, it was right there. Ty met the prawn half-way, bending down to retrieve the book with a gloved hand and holding it out to them. "There you go," she said politely, her blue eyes darting down to the title of the book. "Is it any good?" she asked, curious. "Or is it so horrible you just had to throw it?" the woman teased lightly, her tone and sly smirk indicating that she was joking and meant absolutely no harm.
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Ty didn't often drink in public, but when she did, she tended to go for the places off the beaten path, the hole-in-the-wall type of establishments. Sure, they were a little shadier, and a little more iffy than the more mainstream places, but those places had too many people. People had clothes and possessions, and the fewer objects around, the less whispers she heard.
The redhead woman didn't sit at the bar, no, that was too close for comfort. That's where all the people were, and she liked to keep the voices in her head to a minimum, even if she could never have total silence. Not that she'd know what to do with that if she did manage to get it. Instead, she sat at a table in the back corner, her blue eyes scanning the sparsely occupied room as she sipped her bright blue drink. It looked girly, yes, but it was mostly rum.
Her black gloved hands gripped the glass as she ignored the murmurs of the few objects around her. It was the same in every bar. Fights, arguments....drunken antics...it was all the same.
She took a sip of her drink, enjoying the feel of the alcohol sliding down her throat; she didn't drink often, but it felt like a good day to loosen up and relieve some stress.
Character's full name: Tyanna Amaryllis Summers Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Ty, Murmur Gender: Female Age:32 21 Date of Birth: 4/21/92 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Sandersville, GA Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Irish, Dutch, Scottish
Appearance
Hair color and style: Red, wavy, usually kept about shoulder length but she doesn’t keep it cut regularly Skin Tone: Very fair Eye Color: Blue Height: 5’8 Build: Lean, toned Visible mutation: Eyes glow blue when actively using her power Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Ears are pierced once, no tattoos or other piercings, yet. Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style:Generally a shirt and jeans; sometimes shows a little skin, but nothing really provocative. Uniform: None Sleepwear: Underwear, if anything Miscellaneous clothing: Black leather gloves
Character
Personality: Ty is generally a quiet, laid back kind of girl at first glance. She isn’t very outgoing, and large crowds really aren’t her thing. She tries her best to be friendly, and she has a healthy sense of humor, albeit awkward sometimes. She tries not to take life as seriously as her default expression may suggest, but sometimes she really just can’t help it. Life is hard, and sometimes that’s just how it is.
She doesn’t often let people all the way in. She tells herself she puts up these metaphorical walls to protect others, but in reality, she’s doing it to protect herself. No one she’s let in has stuck around, and she just doesn’t want to get hurt again. Though, those she does finally let in, have a friend for…well, as long as they’ll put up with her. She doesn’t look at the long term, and tends to take things day by day.
She is loyal, and generally friendly, but when it comes to government, she harbors a lot of disdain, and is very outspoken about mutant equality. Mutants are kind of a sore spot for her, and her usually patient demeanor tends to go right out the window. She longs to belong, to be a part of something worthwhile, but at the same time believes that some battles are best fought alone.
Upon briefly getting to know her, one will find that Ty has some…quirks. She doesn’t buy anything used, and she’d much rather go back to her own place than to someone else’s, and when she does visit, she doesn’t touch anything. Though she knows this is due to the nature of her powers, it can make her seem a little weird or obsessive.
Hobbies/ Interests:Graffiti Art, Technology, Nature, Writing, Videogames. Job or part time job and description: Generally does odd jobs for money. Vandalizes public property or the property of known anti-mutant officials. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Death, Being Helpless, Silence Special talents: Pretty good with a can of spray paint, writing poems and short stories.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Chaotic Neutral: Ty does what she believes is best, though it may not usually be right.
Mutations
Mutation description:Psychometry: Ty can hear “whispers” of the past. Part of this power never shuts off, as every inanimate object she gets within six feet of has a past, and is constantly replaying the sounds of which in her head. When she makes physical contact with an object, it gets clearer, and she can hear actual conversation or other sounds significant to the object’s history.
When holding an object, she can focus in on certain sounds, attuning all of her senses to a point in the object’s past, to the point where it’s almost like she was there.
While focused in, her eyes glow blue, and her mind’s eye is teleported to the moment in question. Strengths: Useful in investigation, or just learning useful bits of information, or more often than not, just eavesdropping after the fact. Weaknesses and Limitations: Only works with inanimate objects.
When she’s not touching the object, she can only hear indiscernible ‘chatter’ with maybe a word or sound that might stick out, but nothing really useful.
When touching an object, she can hear more clearly, but only certain bits unless she focuses in on it.
‘Reliving’ a moment in an object’s past happens in real time, during which she is unaware of her current surroundings, and her body is completely helpless. When she comes out of this state, she has a headache whose intensity varies based on the amount of time she focused, and she’s physically drained for a little while, again, based on the amount of time she spent focusing.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Ty is quite agile and flexible, and her stamina is pretty average. Fighting Style: She has no formal fight training, though she will scrap if need be Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pros: Unpredictable because she fights dirty Cons: No formal training, easily taken down or subdued.
History Of Your Character Tyanna was born to Alice and Jonathan Fisher, with an older brother, though she never got a chance to know any of them. She wasn’t planned, and the couple were barely able to take care of the baby they already had, so they put her up for adoption. She was one of the lucky ones, adopted by Harold and Marissa Summers, who couldn’t have children of their own. They were an average, middle class family who honestly weren’t doing that bad for themselves.
As she went through school as a child, she found that things were actually pretty good. She was popular(for a kindergartner) and she didn’t have to deal with a lot of bullying or abuse from anyone. Elementary school was about the same, until her dad got laid off, and they started moving more. Life still was okay, but she found it harder to make friends because of all the moving. After a few years, they were finally settled down with a steady job, doing better than before, but she found things are never that easy.
When she was eleven, she started hearing weird murmurs, almost like whispers or static. When she touched something, she could occasionally make out words. Scared, she kept this to herself, not knowing what was going on or how anyone would respond to this. One day, while cleaning her room, she picked up a teddy bear she’d had since she was bon, and she swore she could hear her parents’ voices. When she tried to listen closer, she found herself in an odd office with her parents, a couple she didn’t know, and someone else. Her parents were holding the teddy bear. It was here, she realized she was adopted.
She got up the courage to tell her parents, but she soon realized this was a mistake. This was a world where mutants were frowned upon, and things instantly changed for her. She found herself shipped from home to home until she was about sixteen. Nobody wanted her, and to be frank, she didn’t want them either. Finding herself somewhere around Philadelphia, she ran away from her latest home and wound up spending time on and off on the streets. On occasion, someone would take her in for awhile, but things never lasted.
She always found herself right back on her own, just her and her ever-growing abilities. She’d learned to focus in on certain ‘whispers,’ and actually see events in real time that she wasn’t even present for. Due to the nature of her abilities, people who actually accepted mutants thought she was just crazy. She’d learned to steal, and to use her looks to get money or anything else she might need to survive, though at eighteen, she did manage to get her GED, juggling odd jobs and less than legal activities to get by.
On the side, she was always very outspoken about mutant equality, though on the wrong side of reality, that was dangerous, so she just resorted to using a can of spray paint.
Having eventually drifted to New York, she still felt lost, unable to find her place in the world due to the mutant oppression. Then, the rip opened, and she managed to sneak over, to find the world was different, though she’s still up to her usual stealing and using her looks to lure in unsuspecting suckers. After becoming accustomed to this new world, she found herself deaged. Now 21 again, she's getting back on her feet and trying her best to get by.
Roleplay What’s your OOC alias?: Fishy Where did you learn about this site?: Google Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Jay, Skye, Dante, Brook Sample RP: Working behind the counter at a fast food place was probably mundane to most people, but to Ty, it was hard keeping focus. Every cup, every piece of clothing on every person that walked in, every ring on someone’s finger, even the building itself had a story, and they were all eager to tell her what it was. The murmurs never stopped. And gods….the money. Don’t even get her started on the money. Her fingered gloves reached across the counter to hand the customer their change before finally able to catch a beak. Or so the ginger girl thought.
“Summers.” She turned to see her manager looking at her, the short, pudgy man peering up at her over the top of his glasses, the bald spot reflecting the fluorescent lights. “Sir?” “What did I tell you about gloves?” “That they’re against dress code…” “And don’t give me that crap about mutations. If William can wrap his tail around his waist, you can find a way to work without the gloves.” The girl bit her lip as she looked at her boss with a glare, though there was a tear welling up in her bright blue eyes. “You know what? No. I’m done. You go serve today,” she breathed, her voice shaky but firm as she dropped her hat on the floor. “Have a nice day….” she said sarcastically, venom dripping on her voice as she turned and stormed out of the restaurant. Looking at her glove, she quickly tucked the edge of one of the bills she’d stuffed in there down a little farther to hide it.