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.
The arrival of drinks would have normal distracted her but she was on fine form for once. In the zone. Or trying to get into a zone, that was for sure. Ignoring them for them for the time being she focused on the blonde beauty in front of her.
What was surprising though, was when Alice suddenly backed off from her. The woman had never played coy before, kind of the opposite in Cait's experience and it threw her game a little. Was it the chase she was wanting? Play with Cait's emotions and keep her on the edge. Well, she could wait, a little at least. Anticipation made things that much sweeter after all.
Yeah. She could totally hold out. No eagerness in her. At all.
Slamming her own shot, enjoying the burning heat, she watched the flush she'd brought to Alice's features. That, was entirely new. And utterly adorable. Cait was used to the woman being beautiful, stunning even, and sexy but adorable? Now that was something worth seeing and it only made her own side of the game that much more fun.
"Well then, glad I could remedy that. Although I surprised no one swept you up already, plenty of people in here that would I imagine." Herself being contenders one through seven did put the odds in her favour but she'd definitely fight any newcomers if they tried to butt in. And since they were pretending not to know each other, "I'm Caitriona by the way, pleasure."
"But what brought you here, can't remember bars like this being much of your scene." Whenever they had met it'd been somewhere with less cheesy music and more dark corners to hide in. In fact everything about seeing her here was kind of different, not quite right in a way.
Which didn't matter at all, because there were much more important things on Cait's mind.
So it was going to be one of those games then, where they pretended not to know each other. And from the lack of moves Cait was guessing it was her turn to take the lead. That was fun, she rarely got to with Alice and it was oh so satisfying to play the seductress for once.
Running through a few of her favourites in her head she settled on a classic. Something simple.
Motioning for a pair of drinks for them, "I more meant this side of the tracks. Far as I can remember you weren't exactly from around here." Bit of an understatement, "not that I'm complaining dear you are exactly the kind of person I was hoping to meet tonight." Which was, in fairness, was another massive understatement.
Cait missed home. A lot. Mostly it was her friends, her family, her stuff. But it was feel of the place. How it smelled even, so finding someone from her universe was kind of making her a little more bold than normal, coupled with the role playing her and Alice tended to fall into and this was going to a bit frisky. She could barely wait!
Lazily reaching out she ran the hand gentle up the outside of the lovely ladies leg, just how she remember Alice liked it. "Now sweetie, please don't tell me you're here all alone. Because we'd have to remedy that."
Cait could sometimes be unaware of things happening around her. Doubly so when it came to trying to figure out peoples intentions, since she generally assumed good but when someone dressed in dark clothes stopped to watch her she generally had one of two thoughts. They wanted to hit on her, or hit her.
Seemed like the latter in the case by the looks of the sword he made. Pretty cool sword as well which was annoying because anything she made looked half finished. Like a kids drawing that hadn't been coloured in. Christ they could even be seen through, so she couldn't hide behind a shield and stop people seeing what she was doing.
Raising an eyebrow at the sudden invitation to fight, she was actually pretty tempted. She'd been needing some sparring to round out the days workout, so it was very nice of the gentleman to oblige. "Cait," she replied lightly, "or Shivs if that's easier. And likewise, in a sense. Different universe but same idea."
Quickly forming her standard paired knives and pulling them into reality, she made sure to give them a blunted edge. "And of course I'd like to spar, always my favourite way to meet someone new.," she finished with a smile. She didn't recognise the man but the name was ringing a bell from her time in the mansion. Seemed nice, if a little sword happy if that's how he normally greeted people.
"Weapons only for now?" As much as she'd like to try a proper fight she didn't think it would be a good idea. Out here. In the open. Without proper protection.
Moving into a better position in the area so they had some decent room to move, she dropped into a defensive stance. She liked going aggressive agaisnt someone with a longer weapon but she got the feeling that seeing a couple of movements first would be smart.
Oh god. She was strategising. Who the hell was she?
Of all the people Cait had been expecting to bump into, in the wrong universe in a bar, that she just happened to go out to that night, Alice was pretty much the top of this list. She would have expect Impact, even Combatant before that very interesting blonde to show up again.
They'd had some fun, well a lot of fun and it had been pretty relaxed which suited her just fine. And now here she was, in the right place at the right time for Cait to meet her again. Right when she needed to relax and cut loose the girl she'd been able to do that with was right in view. And damn was she looking good. A little less on sight but frankly that made it a little more intriguing to the red head and just when she'd been thinking about a leather jacket her she was in one. It was very clearly fate and Cait? She didn't mess with fate when it gave you that kind of opportunity.
Oh god, oh god, oh god. She was even doing the accent. Yeah, this was gonna be good.
"Hello indeed." Giving her acquaintance a quick once over she looked pretty much the same as the last time they'd met. A little more modest for sure, which wasn't exactly hard, but still as stunning as ever. Grinning at her and leaning on an elbow, "so how on earth did you get over here, I thought I'd be one of the only ones."
As useful as the danger room was, Cait understandably only had limited access as part of her therapy so she'd had to turn to using some of the outdoor facilities for some general training. It wasn't nearly as exciting but she did get to actually enjoy some cool weather for once and as she got into it, she kid of got lost in the motions.
General fitness stuff passed quickly and the yoga had seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye until she was running through forms and techniques with non existent weapons.
Which was generally harder than with existing weapons but Cait was nothing if not adaptable. Well, that and she did cheat massively by being able to kind of summon ones when she really needed to run through a live motion with something actually in her hands.
She got some strange looks as she continued, stranger looks when she was holding a pair of see through knives but most of the people tended to keep away from her, not that she could blame them. She'd apparently been a bit reclusive when she'd first been brought in an flighty around new people so a lot had stopped trying to talk to her after a while. Which absolutely sucked now since she was dying to talk to someone. Instead she turned back to her practice, flickering between weapons and non. After all Impact had always told her to use her power more.
Cait was in the need of a drink or two. And dancing god she needed some dancing. She'd been basically locked up in her own mind for more than a year and she was ready to cut loose and actually enjoy herself again. Sure, the guys at the mansion had protested a little but surely looking after herself also included being able to have fun?
What was life like without a little fun?
So, after a little bit of back and forthing over where she would go and what she would wear she was on her way to a more relaxed place that had the all important dance floor, cheesy music and strong cocktails she was looking for. A simple combo of skinny dark blue jeans and a black tank-top was enough, and while she had contemplated the leather jacket it would have been overkill and way too hot.
Well, that and she'd been relying on it a lot to make her feel safe. She didn't need it. She was a highly trained kind of X-Man and she could look after herself with a damn jacket.
Cait had expected some drinks, some dancing and well maybe a kiss from someone cute. She hadn't been expecting to see a familiar silhouette the bar. A silhouette that promise more than just a kiss if her memory was serving her correctly and she needed a little company, so she made her way over, sat down next to Alice and leant into view. "Well then dear, I was not expecting to see you over here, or at all to be honest."
Nursing more than few bruises after her morning in the danger room, Cait still felt pretty good about the whole session. Being able to let her hair down after so long and just kind of live in the moment had be amazing, especially since it let her work out some of her stress with zero guilt about hurting anyone. Sometimes, you just really needed to stab something and she was so glad that she didn't need to worry about replacing a punching bag or training dummy if she 'accidentally' got carried away.
She was sure as ever that she was ready, for what exactly she hadn't really planned and how she had no idea but she did at least know she was ready. Sure, she had some ideas and the vague sense of something maybe resembling a goal but she hadn't really had the time to sit down and really think about what she wanted, now that she was stuck. Her own place would be a start, at least one instrument was of course vital and dear god did she need to go out dancing but as for anything serious or responsible? No clue at the present. Sure, she could probably try out for the X's on this side and she was pretty sure she had the training and the skills to help them out but she just had too much, life stuff to do that she was putting off talking to one of the people who might be able to help with that.
She also had a small list of people she needed to have a proper sit down and talk with, namely a certain younger version of Impact she'd heard about. Her and maybe this actual non-mirror imprisoned Mirror she'd been told was around. The more she really thought about it the more her list kept expanding with one person consistently near the top.
Cait Hawke, or at least whatever version of her that lived in this world. Sure she was curious, not that she could really be blamed for that, however there was more to it than just idle curiosity. They'd be the closest thing to a family she'd have over here and she was damn sure going to find them, meet them and hug them. Because she needed more hugs, she needed all the hugs and she had plenty of missed hugging time to catch up on.
Taking stock of her very meagre possessions, she was at least glad her jacket had survived whatever had happened. The rest of her uniform had been pretty badly ruined, her boots were missing completely and the mask had been shattered on one side. With the state it was in she was honestly surprised it had held together long enough for her to arrive at the mansion and while it was clean now, she'd been told it was in one hell of a state.
Touching the sharp edges of all that was left of one side, she wondered just how bad it had been. Was it a fight or some kind of accident? Or worse was it the effects of whatever forced her into another universe. Whatever it was, one thing was definitely certain. She didn't need it here. Mutants had a voice, a face and she was damn sure she was going to help protect it.
Just after she'd taken a shower and a nap. And maybe had some cake.
It felt good to be moving fully again after so long and the people at the mansion were right, it had helped. After a few sessions her memory had started to come back, sure it was in bits and pieces but after more than a year living in a fog Cait was finally able to know who she was and where she came from. She was still missing some time, but it was the area around the closing of the rift. She still had no clue how she had ended up on the wrong side of tear, or how she had arrived at the mansion with some serious injuries and no memory of, well anything.
The physical recovery had been relatively easy with the help from the doctor they had on staff but the mental rehabilitation had tested their limits. Cait had spent more than a few sessions talking, crying and screaming with no progress on her memories before someone finally had the bright idea to get her to train. They knew she'd been an X, or at least their version of the X's, and the slow introduction to activity had been exactly what her mind needed to work through whatever had been stopping her from remembering. It also had the added benefit that she'd gotten most of her confidence back and wasn't nearly as jumpy or prone to summon knives as she'd been before.
Which was, well good if you didn't want to accidental stab a kid or something.
So far they'd taken it easy on her, doing basic fitness stuff and only introducing her to the danger room for power practice. Probably a good idea given the nature of her power but she'd taken to it easily, even thrown herself into it when she felt the old thrill coming back. Her training, her lessons with Impact and Combatant, it all clicked again and she'd soon been showing she wasn't some daft kid with no idea what she was doing. She was good. Well, by her standards at least and her carers, for lack of a better word, seemed impressed by her progress at least.
Wiping the last of the sweat from her eyes and surveying the damage to the targets the room had summoned, she reckoned she was ready for one finally step. "Ok guys, I think it's time you let me cut loose," she shouted up, pretty sure she was being watched in case she somehow hurt herself. "Give me something with some challenge, I want to see just how much I remember."
Character's full name: Caitrìona Hawke (Cait for short) Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Shivs Gender: Female. Age: 24 Date of Birth:12/20/95 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Kirkwall, Scotland. Nationality: British. Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: White/Gaelic
Appearance
Hair colour and style: Medium length red hair, usually tied in a pony tail. Skin Tone: Caucasian(very pale). Eye Colour: Dark Blue. Height: 5ft 7-8 Inches. Build: Slightly broader than average and well-muscled. Visible mutation: None. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Black tattoo on her right shoulder of Celtic cat, stud earrings engraved in the Ogham Script. Everyday clothing style: Jeans, t-shirts and hoodies are standard fare. Found her clothing habits in the early 2000’s and has stuck with it. Not picky about clothes. Uniform: Plain black and blue leather jacket, black combat trousers and boots. Dark blue mask. Sleepwear: Vest and boxers Miscellaneous clothing: Owns only one dress, which she has never worn. She’s always felt uncomfortable in overly feminine clothes.
Character
Personality: Cait is bright, if somewhat reserved, she’s learned to hold her tongue. Generally happy and outgoing, she fully embraces life. She’s friendly to most people acting, more relaxed around friends. To rude or outright offensive people she is coolly professional. She has a fairly long temper but when pushed past it she becomes the classic angry Scotswoman. She can be sarcastic but tends to just act nicely.
She’s fairly extroverted, glad to hang out with friends and spend time in a group to recharge from life’s stresses. She’s up for most things and is always up for a night out. She kept a larger friend pool when younger, but has tended to prefer a smaller more intimate group now.
Politically she firmly believes in protecting those that have been abused, especially by larger bodies or governments. While she firmly believes in the rule of law, she feels it has let her and her kind down. If she has to push the boundaries to keep people safe she will.
Hobbies/ Interests: Her guilty pleasure is movies, she’s a complete film nerd. She has a particular fondness for old horror movies. In her spare time she uploads her own music to Youtube. Job or part time job and description: Full time musician as cover (AV X-Men member) Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Constantly concerned her secret will be exposed, putting her and her family in danger. She lives a double life and it comes with its own host of stresses, including lying to her parents. Special talents: Professional skill at violin and guitar. Like many from Orkney her first language was Scots Gaelic, not English. She speaks both fluently, along with conversational Spanish
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good. She’s seen the state of the world and the hatred for mutants and she believes that humanity can be better, that it’s worth saving, even if it doesn’t want to be.
Mutations
Mutation description: Psychic Constructs – Cait can project simple, solid weapons and move them within a field. They appear as 3D white outline’s but act as if solid. The general strength, when one weapon is created, is slightly harder than steel. She can increase their density and cutting power, however this drops the amount of time he can maintain them drastically. She can also create multiple constructs, with increased mental strain based on the size and density of the weapon. Simple mechanical weapons like crossbows can be made however it is more difficult and requires more energy. More mechanically complex weapons, for instance guns, are currently out of her ability to create. Her power includes the ability to form shields.
Strengths:
· Maintaining a construct is easier than changing or creating it, increasing the length he can keep them out if need be.
· Can form simple crossbows and throwing weapons, adding ranged options to his repertoire.
· While the constructs are simple, she can change them on the fly, giving her a large range of options in a fight.
· Capable of forming moving weapons within her field, and throwing them out of it.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
· Limited to 3 “regular” sized weapons at any one time, which increases to 5 around the size of knives. She can try to push it past this but she very quickly exhausts herself physically and mentally.
· Can maintain a regular sized weapon for close to 20 minutes without pushing it and can be used like this 4-5 times a day given enough rest between. Pushing past the time limit reduces or nullifies her ability to use it more, and can even “short out” her power for a couple of days. Maintaining more constructs significantly reduces time.
· The more weapons she creates the weaker their hardness and strength, making it harder for them to pierce armoured targets and easier to break.
· The field she can move weapons around her is only 10 feet around her and any weapons thrown outside this area will dissipate after 10 seconds or if moved more than 30 feet away.
· Overuse causes severe migraines and blurred vision, progressing to nosebleeds and unconsciousness soon after.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: High level of physical fitness. Stronger and more dextrous than the average person she also has a high degree of stamina. Fighting Style: Moderate level of fencing and relatively high level of CQC training. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: She’s skilled with the use of knives and piercing weapons able to fight in very close quarters, however she has no training with longer weapons and her unarmed combat skills are lacking.
History Of Your Character
Cait was born in Kirkwall on the island of Orkney off the north coast of Scotland. Her early life was relatively normal until her family moved to New York when she was 4. Her father had been offered a job in a large hospital as the Chief of Medicine and they had happily moved across. As such Cait grew up in the suburbs outside of New York, going through the American school system. As such she generally lost her accent, only keeping slight soft edge to it. Her school life was uneventful, if boring and she never really found a subject she had a passion for. Rather than stick in she spent her time with friends, enjoying her young life. It was during this time she discovered and fell in love with music.
Her powers manifested during puberty, a fact she kept hidden from everyone, including her parents. She’d often practice in secret, mesmerised by the weapons she could make. It was during this phase of her life she took up fencing. It was also when she started to become more politically aware, especially about the state of mutants. Her core beliefs of freedom kept leading her to the same conclusion, the X-Men. She spent the next few years quietly training, improving her physical fitness and practicing with her power.
At 15 she was determined to join the X’s, make a difference. What followed was her essentially stalking them, using every sighting of them, rushing to the scene every time they had appeared in the city. It took 2 years for her to get their attention and soon after she joined up with them. She took a job in the city playing music for a bar, as a cover, and moved into New York proper soon after. Her life from that point on belonged to the X’s.
What’s your OOC alias?: Khzar Where did you learn about this site: It’s all RazzleDazzle’s fault I’ve infected the place Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Artair Hawke, Alice Rivers Sample Rp:
So, not only had Patrick thought it hilarious that her luck with men had bordered on cursed and made more than one comment about her having better luck with guys like him than he did, but he had insisted on taking her out to get some 'stress relief''. He had even tried to give her a makeover, but she'd drawn the line when he had given her a dress to try on that showed off more flesh than it covered.
"Dear, if you really want to get some attention, you're going to have to get over your thing with dresses' at some point." He just didn't get it though, she'd never liked them and if her own mother could only get her into a dress once, with months of guilt, he didn't stand a chance.
She'd gone with her old favourite for feeling better about herself. Ridiculously tight jeans and a blouse set just right to give her the appearance of bigger curves than she actually had. Cait could do with the confidence booster tonight, if the bar was anything like she was expecting. Pat had said something about being a wing(wo)man tonight, since she had such good luck with his type.
At least the music was good when they entered, just the right kind of tone for the look of the place. "How about some drinks Pat? I could do with something sweet, fruity and terribly bad for me." It was a cocktail mood tonight.
"You and me both sweetie," as he glanced across to the bar he got that evil little grin of his, "but do I spy a fetching young lady at the bar? Maybe she would like to play a game." Oh dear god no, not that game, anything but that. Before she could even how to stop him, he was already bearing down on the poor woman.
"Haaaaave you met Cait?" Yep, it was that game. It was always that game.
"I'm so sorry for my friend, he has trouble remembering some people don't like being bothered while enjoying a drink." If looks could kill.....hers probably wouldn't anyway.
She was very pretty though. For a gay man, Pat had a very good eye for the ladies and she would be lying if he hadn't helped her get to know more than one beautiful woman. Blushing and still giving her friend dirty looks, she held out her hand, "I'm Cait, if that wasn't obvious. Nice to meet you."
