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.
She plopped onto her arms after a moment in order to look up at the sky and listen to the music coming through one earbud. She always left the other open so that nobody could sneak up on her. Annie didn't spend too long sitting though, or her muscles would get stiff again and she'd had to start stretching all over.
She stood, lifted one leg, bent at the knee, and started rolling the hip to get it loosened up.
... It was around then that she turned her head and finally noticed that she had a spectator.
Annie froze like she'd been caught doing something naughty, and openly stared right back. Holy crap when'd he sneak up on her?! He wasn't super close and didn't seem to be trying to creep any closer... and, oh lord, he was hot.
This was bad.
Her face darkened a few shades and she subconsciously tugged the hem of her pullover down. He... hadn't seen anything, right? No way. She'd been careful.
... right?
Stiffy, she decided the best course of action was to stiffly turn back around, continue her hip rotations, and then get out of there as fast as possible. She wasn't even going to bother with the rest of her normal stretches, because they required a lot of bending at the waist, and that wasn't going to happen right now.
Not while an impossibly attractive man was watching, while shrouded in a robe that didn't do a whole not to hide how physically fit he was.
Annie always made time for daily jog. It was important not only for her health, but for her mental well being too. With her knee still being in slow recovery mode the two laps she took around central park, coupled with the walk there and back, were great therapy.
She was also an avid people watcher, and the most popular park in the city sure attracted all kinds. Including some of the most drop dead gorgeous men and woman she had ever seen. Jogging was, admittedly, a great way for her to get out and ogle people on the sly, too, and she didn't feel super bad about it because tons of other people were there for that exact reason.
it was a clear day, with just a slight chill in the air, but perfect weather for a jog. Heck, maybe she'd even push herself a little and go for a whole run? It had been a while since she'd dared to go for a run by itself. It was embarrassing having to stop and stretch all the time when her knee started to protest, or heaven forbid give up in the middle of it.
Then again... she was already doing something daring by her own standards, so maybe she didn't want to try her luck. A jog would have to do seeing as she was already paranoid enough for... other reasons.
A bus ride and a brisk walk later and she was at the park, which was packed with people already partaking in various activities. She was already blushing as she ushered herself off to one secluded patch of grass and started to stretch, careful not to let her loose RuRu Melon pull over lift too high.
She didn't want anyone seeing what she had on under neath. But! She had chosen a spot away from the bulk of people, so it wasn't like that was a super big risk. Maybe she could relax a little?
Annie lowered herself down and stretched her legs out to the sides, very nearly in full splits. She'd never been fully able to get all the way there after the injury. Every time she tried it pulled at the tendons funny and she was forced to give up.
Still, she pushed herself a little to lean over and stretch her arms out until she could touch her sneakers, and let herself sit like that for a bit to let things loosen, before switching to the other side.
Truth be told, she might not have even drunk any of the coffee after accepting it, other than maybe be a sip or two so as to not seem rude... but she hadn't remembered to make any coffee earlier that morning. Nor had she remembered to bring a bottle of water, or anything to keep her throat from getting dry. How embarrassing would it have been if she needed to use the restroom mid-interview!?
So, with a fresh, delicious-smelling coffee in her hands and feeling less like a withered plant in the middle of a Texas summer, she drank more than she would have allowed herself to normally.
Ms. Lockhart poured herself a more serious drink, which Annie paid no mind to, and then the woman hit her with one of the easiest questions out there.
Why was she a good candidate? She'd answered that a million times before with practiced ease!
"Easy. I am, simply put, the best candidate you are currently going to see in this city."
She looked the woman in her eyes and immediately paled a little. Her mouth opened again, and then closed... opened once more, and then she snapped it shut and blinked down at the folder in her lap.
... Had that really just come out of her mouth?
She shook herself, assuming she had just hallucinated that whole thing, and tried again after clearing her throat.
"I...um... meant to say that I believe I am the best candidate for this job because every other "accountant" I have ever personally met is in it for lavish holidays and big paychecks, and most usually skim some off of the top, and I am purely in it because it's currently my passio-"
She slapped a hand over her own mouth, now 100% looking like she was seconds away from a full-blown panic attack.
Why was this word vomit pouring out of her uncontrollably? That wasn't what she'd wanted to say at all!
Annie's eyes were slightly wider than normal because she was absolutely screaming on the inside. How was she going to fix that?!
"...I'm so sorry, I don't know what's come over me." She didn't have the foresight to immediately pin the blame on the coffee. Coffee and caffeine had never had any effect on her before. Not like that, anyway!
Posted by Annalise on Feb 16, 2021 17:46:50 GMT -6
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"Ms. Lockhart. My apologies."
The 'shoot me' comment bounced off of her easily, and her pleasant smile never slipped. She was used to all sorts of 'jokes' by that point and had learned that if you focused on them at all it tended to go awkward pretty fast. She did file away the obvious disdain she apparently had for her mother
Annie chuckled, "Coffee, please."
Annie settled herself in one of the chairs offered and settled her portfolio in her lap. The urge to start drafting notes was ever-present and hard to resist, especially with her goof with the woman's name.
When the coffee was handed to her she neatly juggled it and her portfolio to minimize any risk of spilling. "Thank you."
Posted by Annalise on Feb 16, 2021 13:02:58 GMT -6
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One of the many hooks she had put out into the waters of the New York City job market had gotten a nibble and a big one at that. She got responses often from smaller companies looking to hire her on for unrelated tasks to her degree, or for a pretty severe cut in pay for what she was asking for.
This one... didn't. This was a prominent fashion company with established footholds in the city and SHE got a callback!
Was Annie nervous? Hell no! She was pumped. This was what she'd spent the last years of her time in college preparing for. This was the next step up on the ladder to success. If she managed to get hired there, she'd be able to quit at least 4 of the various part-time positions she had elsewhere. It'd open up her schedule in a way she could hardly fathom anymore AND would give her more time to devote to the actual work the job entailed.
Considering the name that came along with the place, she decided- for once- to let Thadd give her suggestions on what to wear. She didn't think she'd get away with her normal front desk sweater and skirts. They worked through a host of outfits, suits and blazers, and heels or flats, A-lines or pencil, Ascot or no ascot?
She ultimately decided on something that still suited her own fashion tasted... albeit a lot younger and more professional looking. An A-line dark navy skirt with pleated ruffles in the front, a sheer layered white top with a stitched dot pattern all over, with a short ruffled neckline and little cloth pleats instead of true sleeves. A matching, fitted navy blazer that flared out a little at the waist, and a pair of inch-high heels completed the look... and she really did have to give props to Thadd for all his hard work. She looked good. The boost in confidence only helped to solidify her determination to win this.
She arrived appropriately early for her interview, all smiles and polite understanding as she waited. Annie had taken some time to look up the company and what it stood for and had discovered that it had recently changed names. Which... didn't help with feeling prepared. New management could mean an assortment of things and sometimes bringing up the old ways could make one seem like a stick in the mud. She over prepped her portfolio just in case.
While she waited she made sure her hair and makeup were fine. Nice and casual, nothing too extravagant. She was an accountant, not a model.
"Ms. Lockhart will see you now."
Annie was led to an office with some of the nicest doors she had ever seen, and let inside. The office itself was even more impressive than the doors...er.. like, obviously they would be more impressive than door- Focus Annie.
"Good Morning, Mrs. Lockhart." She greeted as soon as she was inside and a respectable distance away. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Annalise Reed." She stopped at the other side of the desk and held her hand out smoothly for a friendly shake.
"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to meet with you today. I'm very excited about the opportunity to possibly join your team."
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She giggled at Thadd's antics. She knew his personality and sense of humor weren't optimal for some people, but to her, he was just the best. He never failed to make her giggle while reacting to all of the things life put her through.
"Sorry, sorry, I forgot you have such a visceral reaction to just his name."
His distraction unfortunately worked, and the only thing stopping her from launching herself over the table at him in order to get her phone back was the knowledge that he only had good intentions and wasn't ultimately going to ruin her life with whatever trick he was trying to pull. That didn't stop her from trying to lamely snag it back, while he easily juked and dodged her half-hearted attempts.
"Thaddeus, do you even-!"
Too late. He handed her her phone back, her day unnaturally empty, and she sat back in her seat and waited for a heart attack to claim her. "You absolute rascal!"
Thankfully she had backups of all her appointments in her email, as well as paper copies in the planner. It was hard not to smile ruefully back at him as his dastardly plan succeed.
"Oh, alright. You win." She made quick work of sending out a generic email excuse for taking the day off to all of the various clients and businesses she worked with. Once done she picked up her cup and quickly drained the rest of her coffee and tucked her phone away in her bag.
"Alright, I'm ready to be an overgrown barbie doll for the day. Just keep in mind that I need something to conceal my holster while a work? A lot of my clients are fine with me open-carrying on the job, but customers tend to get nervous when they see the secretary is packing heat."
She stood, slid her messenger bag over her head and onto her shoulders, and grabbed her empty cup to throw it away.
"I can buy us lunch later? I have a bit saved up that I was gonna use on another gun, but I don't necessarily need it. We could go to that favorite little place of yours with the Tacos and the cute cook!" She winked at him as she tossed her cup in the trash.
Posted by Annalise on Jan 12, 2021 13:42:57 GMT -6
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She listened and didn't like what she heard. Margot was going down. "I'll shoot her another email reminding her that I have documented, legal proof that her products are being sold way above market value, and that the fine here for price gouging is $25K per violation." Annie scooted her phone closer to herself and barked an order at her AI virtual assistant to remind her to do exactly that.
She continued to sip her coffee as Thadd invaded her space to scrutinize her wardrobe again (she was used to it), but blushed guiltily at being caught in a new sweater from Bullseye. She avoided his piercing stare. "They were having a sale, Thadd! I got enough new sweaters to last a year of punishment from this city!"
It was true... horribly, horribly true. Annie had once been the preppy, popular star of the cheer team. She'd worn all the latest fashions, been a clothes snob, and tried to make sure she looked good 100% of the time.
But now she was tired. Tired and bitter and it was too easy to just put a different color or pattern of the same sweater on over a floral skirt and call it good. For every ounce of chic Thadd had, she was the opposite. Into the negatives maybe. Annie couldn't remember the last time she'd owned something as impressive as the jacket he was wearing today.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Oh, please, we all know I have a snowball's chance in hell with a guy like that." She sighed, plopping a cheek in her own hand and pouting at Thadd with utmost despondency. Not only because she was a wallflower who worked in back offices, but because if he ever came within 50ft of her she'd freeze up and start foaming at the mouth, probably.
"I just have to settle with only ever attracting the attention of guys like Gustave." Gus for short, and probably the only thing short of the attack a few years back that she'd ever want to wipe from her memory. The man was head over heels for her because of her ability to turn him back into a human. His mutant form was a giant, stalked-eyed slug and they had once worked in an office together much to her dismay.
Heaving another, much more dramatic sigh, she picked up her phone again. "What date and time are you trying to set up this appointment for? I am free on..." She trailed off, swiping through packed days in her own calendar, looking for any free spots.
".... Next month on the third, for approximately fifteen minutes." Her phone laden hand dropped back down onto the table with a thud, and she speared her friend with a blank look. Eventually, he was gonna have to give up. Every time he dragged her along into high-end clothing stores, she'd take one look at the price of the things he wanted her to try on and just flat out refuse to touch them at all. Some of those things were worth a good chunk of her car payment every month!
"Meeting with Vic at six, check-in with Scott at eight..." Coffee shops were often where she spent her free time when she wasn't working or sleeping. With a steady stream of caffeine at her fingertips and an environment where nobody cared how long she spent with all of her notes and books hogging up the table, it was just. Perfect.
"Ah, shit, gotta remember to email Choi about that audit too." She tapped at her lips with a very well used pen. Hadn't even bothered re-applying makeup yet as she still had a gap between one job and the other. Annaleise Reed was a very busy woman, but unfortunately not for any companies that made it worthwhile. She was meticulous with her notes and files, wrote everything by hand in the neatest little cursive loops, and had impeccable organizational skills that often put others with her degree to shame. The only problem was that those other folks already had all of the jobs she wanted. She was currently at capacity with sic, yes six jobs on her docket, and one startup company she was investing time into in the hopes that it would succeed and she would be lifted out of-
"Here you go, Annie!" A kind, bubbly barista with very distracting breasts set her newest 24oz cup of coffee beside her on the table and kindly took her empty one.
"Thanks, Barb." Annie leaned back from her hunch over her paperwork, rubbing the palms of her hands into her eyes and groaning. God five hours of sleep was not enough you have to put up with all of this shi-
Her phone buzzed as a slew of emails came through and she reached for it while picking her new cup up. Check-in, check-in, query, follow up on the fraud investigation from Kim's office, Check-in, check-in, new schedule.
She glanced at the time. Still enough before Tadd was supposed to show up.
The young woman grinned and tucked one of her earbuds back in as she flipped to the Seenit app on her phone. She knew that there was another Hugh video out, one of his latest escapades, and she had heard such naughty things about that three-legged stallion! Following a link on Seenit, she ended up on Adulthug (Hugh always ended up on Adulthug) and she settled in to watch the whole thing while sipping on her coffee. People here were used to her...uh... eccentricities, so nobody batted an eye at her flushed cheeks and dreamy sighing. They were all there at Top of the Mug for the cheap, shitty coffee and lack of judgment at what you chose to do with your time.
Well, everyone but Thadd, that is.
His voice popped up right next to her ear and she came dangerously close to spitting out a mouthful of coffee all over her hard work. Instead, she choked it down quickly and set her coffee cup waaay off to the side away from her papers.
"Jesus goddamn baby christ, Thadd! A little warning next time?!" Her phone went away first, but one could tell what she had been looking at just from the color on her face that still remained. She shot the finely dressed, totally out of place man a glare that could boil water, and meticulously set about collecting up all of her papers and notes, filing them away in separate folders, and tucking them away in her messenger bag by her side. The table was clear in seconds flat because they did this often and she was well versed in it by now.
...Well... save for the video bit. Annie cleared her throat.
"Have you heard back from Margot yet about that overcharge? She better have replied by now or I will @#$%ing roast her over an open flame." Sarcasm and snide remarks aside, Thadd was a friend, a close one at that, and she was willing to throw her weight around in what she knew to make sure people weren't messing with him. She had to get some use out of her master's degree, after all!
She checked the old watch on her wrist, a vintage piece passed down from her grandmother and frowned. He was right on time. Damnit, he'd caught her daydreaming!
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: The Bronx, New York City
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: White/Italian
Appearance
Hair color and style: Brown hair, side swept bangs, generally shoulder length.
Skin Tone: Creamy
Eye Color: Blue
Height:5’4”
Build: Slim and curvy
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Pierced ears.
Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: When not at work she likes to lounge around in whatever’s comfortable. T-shirts, sweats, themed onesie… you get the idea.
Uniform: When at work she’s a fan of modest skirts, blouses, and cardigans in a variety of colors.
Sleepwear: Just plain ole’ Pj’s.
Miscellaneous clothing: Not a clothing item, necessarily, but Annie doesn’t go anywhere without her gun. A Smith & Wesson MP Shield 9mm with 8 bullet capacity, plus one more. She often has one more clip at ready in her purse, just in case, and keeps the gun tucked securely away on her person in a variety of concealed holsters. The 9mm is not the only one she owns, either, but happens to be the easiest for her to hide on her person.
... She is also a closeted fan of lingerie.
Character
Personality: Generally tries to be pretty upbeat and peppy, but dissolves into snark and sass pretty quick. Annie just wants to get home to her plants, so she can take a nap and eat some ice cream, while dreaming of the five hours of sleep she gets between jobs. She wouldn’t consider herself mean, but knows she can come across as a bit of a bitch, especially when confronting people with attitudes. She has a mean case of RBF when she’s not paying attention. She also tries to keep out of politics and moral issues, because with everything else going on in her life she just doesn’t have time!
Hobbies/ Interests: Morning jogs, good books, Abs, organizational planning, various sports, house plants, Accents. Paintball! Tattoo's.
Job or part time job and description: Currently works at a handful of places, both part time and full time. Mostly dealing with finances behind the scenes, as well as secretarial duties with a few firms, and as a financial consultant for one upstart.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Asphyxiation, from an attack a few years back while she had been a student, a general wariness for how actively wonky the city seems to be at all times, and if she will be capable of defending herself well enough.
Special talents: She was a lead cheerleader for the NYU Cheer team, on the Violets Competition Team, and is still fully capable of performing the routine. After that she had been an up and coming star of track and field, but after a bad fall she had to step away from it. She is fluent in Spanish, knows a decent amount of Japanese, some German, and has the most basic grasp on Mandarin, but dropped the course before she could get enough of a grasp on it to have full, fluent conversations.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Annie lands in a bit of a gray area currently. She leans toward moral choices for herself, personally, whether from a fear of getting caught or ending up on someone's bad side. She doesn’t care so much what others do, aside from some of the really bad things you might read about in the papers, and has inadvertently worked with some pretty horrible people before in the past.
Mutations
Adapted. 6ft aura radius.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Decently speedy when it comes to running, though she can’t run for very long nowadays. Average in pretty much every other aspect of her physical abilities. She has taken quite a few self defense crash course classes, so she does no how to get herself out of dangerous situations. Not so great in a fist fight.
Fighting Style: Shoot first, ask questions later. But, for real, she relies on her weapon of choice to defend herself in potentially dangerous situations. She has a host of classes under her belt over the last two years that have given her great aim for a civilian and a steady hand in tense situations.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pro: Not dead maybe! Con: You might not like the answers.
History Of Your Character
Annalise was born to an average, middle american family smack dab in the middle of the Bronx. She was an active social butterfly and fit in easily. Excelled in school and loved learning, really impressed all of her teachers throughout k-12. In college she moved away to live in dorms with other girls her age, and lived a pretty typical sorority life as one of the most active members of Alpha Sigma Tau.
She had a bad accident during a competition late into one year that shifted her school experience quite a bit. She had gone for a jump, landed a bit off, and her knee gave out. She had partially torn the tendon connected to her kneecap. Determined to stay upbeat she had juggled her classes and goals around, ended up in Finance, and started working toward her new degree.
During her last year on campus she had been heading back to her own room from a friend's place, when she was violently attacked out on the darkened campus grounds. Her attacker was aggressive, rambled incoherently, and Annie couldn’t remember much other than them holding her down into the cement and choking the life out of her. Thankfully Campus security had heard the scuffle and came to save her before any permanent damage had been done.
She signed up for defensive shooting classes, gun safety, and started the ball rolling on a concealed carry permit a week later.
After earning her MBA in Accounting, she headed out into the workforce to forge herself a career and…. Found it pathetically void of any real possibilities. The choices she had left at her disposal were a few jobs out of state, one in state but for a company that wanted to severely under pay her, or… multiple smaller jobs, that paid less by themselves but as a whole?
She went with a punishing schedule of nearly being constantly at work, and decided to hoard whatever wealth she could in order to pay down her steep Student Loan debt.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Mouse!
Where did you learn about this site?: Saph of course
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Andy, Elke, Megan, Shelby, Eisley, Juniper, Hiyori
Sample RP:
“Good afternoon, this is Stockpickle, how may I help you today?”
She bubbled cheerily into the phone, tapping her pen on a pad of paper as she waited for the person on the other side to state their piece.
“Oh, Mr. Kashes is out to lunch right now, but I can take a-”
She pulled the headset away from her ear a little as she was loudly interrupted. How rude!
“No Ma’am, he isn’t in his office, I can’t-”
More yelling, and Annie slumped in her swivel chair and started doodling little cartoon flowers all over her page. “Mhmm. Yup. No, I totally understand… Yes Ma’am. Mmmhmmm..”
She ran out of space and had to flip to the next page when the lady on the other end finally got to the point. Annie paused, blinking at the program she currently had open in front of her.
“...Ma’am. Did you mean to call Stockpickle? We… we don’t actually sell pickles. We sell stock.”
….
There was silence on the other end, before the woman huffed, loudly shouted that Annie should have made that more clear 20 minutes ago, and hung up.
Annalise sighed, slipping her headset off and reaching over to add yet another tick mark to the growing number on a sticky note labeled ‘pickle pushers’ by her computer. Dammit, at this rate she was going to owe Michael a coffee!
