The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Iris Wright on Jul 14, 2021 13:01:03 GMT -6
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"I suggested peas in case you thought ahead," Iris said calmly. "And studied duck diet to see if you could trap her."
Iris followed after him and resisted the urge to sigh when he became distracted by the glitter. She made sure to keep her customer service face perfectly in place. She gave her perfect customer service smile and gave a small nod. "Hot pink is not in abundance, but we have plenty of silver. Bulk discounts come with orders that arrive in three to five business days and must be a minimum of 100 boxes to qualify for bulk discount," she rattled off easily as she followed after him as he went after the duck.
She already paged for someone to bring her salad and she sighed heavily as he got attacked.
By the duck.
He also proceeded to flail around and screech like a toddler throwing a tantrum.
She accepted her salad with a quiet word of thanks and immediately pulled out some lettuce while making kissing noises to get the duck's attention.
Posted by Iris Wright on Jul 11, 2021 22:44:34 GMT -6
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Iris barely kept herself from letting out a shout of horror when the shelving unit disappeared and then....oh, hell, he was a mutant. She resisted the urge to bash her head against a wall and felt like she should just give this over to someone else. "No," she said in a perfect customer service voice. "You feed the peas to them. Maybe putting a pile of them will help. And, no, we do not sell peas here. This is a craft store sir, and we only specialize in non-edible craft supplies."
She paused for a long moment. "Though we do technically sell glitter that would not cause digestive issues if swallowed."
She eyed where the duck had likely taken off, though she was not going to be able to divine it again. Especially not in front of a mutant.
"Sandy is the duck's name?" she inquired simply, deciding that she could swing by, grab her salad and try that.
Iris was starting to be very concerned, but also felt like throwing him at someone else would fall under a Bad Thing To Do.
Posted by Iris Wright on Jul 10, 2021 23:07:53 GMT -6
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Iris definitely should have paged for the men in white coats.
She stared at the showdown between duck and insane man, once again regretting some of her choices in life. Customer service was at the top of that list, beaten out only by 'accidentally joining a cult that leaving probably meant death' and went from there. She sighed heavily and went, "It's rabbit season, actually," in hopes that if the duck had any understanding of English, it would....not do further damage to her store.
Or cause her to be investigated. She tilted her head and sighed again as the duck took off between his legs. "If you want to capture a duck, frozen peas are good for them. They float, and healthier than bread by a great deal," she answered simply as she watched the duck take off with a vague sense of dread and that soul deep understanding that this would end very poorly.
She pushed the button on the walkie. "Clean up in Aisle Five," she intoned calmly, before she went on to start a report on a loose water fowl in the store.
Saying duck over the radio was asking for trouble.
Posted by Iris Wright on Jul 6, 2021 12:33:08 GMT -6
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Iris wondered if she should be more concerned, but she wasn't entirely sure she could be more concerned than she already was. "Sir, ducks do not generally eat lollipops. Do you have frozen peas?" she responded, even as she debated going and paging the vegan of the store and asking if he wanted to come save a duck.
She paused and then walked around so she could frame the aisle so when he chased the duck away by being an utter psycho, apparently, she had a better chance of catching it. Before he did damage to her store. Hopefully before he did damage to her store. She was starting to think calling the medical personal would be a better idea.
She exhaled quietly as she finished the path to where she figured the duck was.
She was not a farm girl, though she was pretty sure the creepy voice was not helpful.
Posted by Iris Wright on Jul 4, 2021 13:41:38 GMT -6
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Iris turned toward the voice, long auburn hair swinging as she turned, and internally raised her eyebrows as she looked him up and down. Externally, she kept her face the picture of a perfect saleswomanship and calm, including a perfect customer service smile. "We sell paint thinner on aisle five," she offered and then glanced toward where the path was. "And I was going to check out something in this direction. Your, ah, duck might be there."
She focused on the man, who smelled of charred feathers and milk for some strange reason, taking in the paint. Honestly, he was not the strangest person to walk into the store, or even the most paint covered. Generally speaking, the local hazing week for fraternities was that and, more specifically, the last one who came in so covered in paint had run afoul with his own prank and came to buy more supplies to make more.
She turned and gave a nod to where she had been heading. "Do you have a plan regarding duck catching that doesn't involve destruction of my store?"
Posted by Iris Wright on Jul 3, 2021 22:25:34 GMT -6
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Iris frowned as she finished off her embroidery and tied it off quickly. She hadn't been channeling magic, not intentionally anyway, and she found herself wondering if maybe she should have been paying more attention as she looked over the ivy twisted around the morning glories. It was a beautiful pattern, but she had a feeling coming from it, something that she felt she was missing as she had finished off the pattern.
She frowned and turned the hoop over to look at the back, eyes daring as she realized she could see a path through the store, if one looked at it from a bird's point of view. She forcibly cleared her face and considered her thoughts, mentally cursing. She had been thinking of lost things and, apparently, she had been so lost in thought, she had, foolishly, done a minor ritual. One that lead her to something lost.
She carefully memorized the path, tracing it idly, noting that if she had her orientation right, it started in the breakroom. Only once she was sure she would not get lost, did she remove the work from the hoop. She doubted she drew attention to herself, beyond the attention she naturally got upon standing up anyway, and put it away in her bag. Once she had everything secured, mentally cursing herself, she turned and strode back out into the store, her break practically over anyway, following the path that had been laid out before her.
Idly, she reached over to her watch and slid it over to cancel the end of the timer.
Posted by Iris Wright on Apr 11, 2021 17:00:18 GMT -6
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Individual
Character's full name: Iris Florence Wright
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: (if applicable)
Gender: Female
Age: 23 (almost 24)
Date of Birth: 03/18/1997
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin:
Birthplace: San Francisco, CA
Place of Origin: Seattle, WA
Home: Kingston, New York, works in New York, New York
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Scottish-American
Appearance
Hair color and style: She has long auburn hair that reaches her waist and she keeps it in a simple ponytail on a day-to-day basis. When she’s going to be working on something over a long period of time, however, she takes the time to carefully put it into a very strict Dutch Braid, also known as a reverse French Braid where it is braided under instead of over. This is mostly because she can do it faster going under on herself than going over. If she’s feeling fancy she’ll do a double Dutch Braid.
Skin Tone: She is exceptionally pale with a rose undertone and the tiniest speckle of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She jokes she has to blister to tan and is very careful to not go out directly into the sun without a lot of sunscreen.
Eye Color: Brown-hazel
Height: 6’4”
Build: Iris jokes she’s of a time of warrior women and her build reflects it. She’s heavy set and very good at ‘planting’ herself. Tall and with some muscle, she is considered overweight and doesn’t care. She, ironically, mostly does Yoga, but her build was never meant for “hidden power” but instead, “I look like I can crush a watermelon with my thighs and will.”
Visible Magical Corruption: None, yet
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Has two Latin mottos tattooed to wrap around her upper arms in Old English lettering; “Ex scientia victoria” (In knowledge, victory) on the left and “Fatum me elegit” (Fate choose me) on the right
Other features: Wears bright lipstick that is for fun over blending in
Everyday clothing style: Comfy clothes; she prefers funny t-shirts as well because they make her laugh, and ironically, dress pants, especially the stretchy kind because she can move more easily in them over jeans. Jeans also just feel weird to her. She has a bunch of hoodies that she wears when cold, but overall, she wears what is comfortable
Uniform: Works in retail and wears that uniform
Sleepwear: Sweats and a tank top
Miscellaneous clothing: A silver bracelet that has a series of charms hanging from it (a needle & thread, a paintbrush, a cat, a dog, a book, & a teacup; omitting the needle & thread, the paintbrush, and the book, all the charms are just ones she likes the look of)
Character
Personality: (How your character behaves, social tendencies, quirks, etc.)
Iris will fake it till she makes it. She’s very nervous under her at ease, confident, exterior, and in a lot of ways, this is because she’s at ease with herself, but not at all at confident.
She is a shy introvert who desperately dislikes her job, but she also likes her discount. A lot. She can pretend and put on a nice face regarding working with people and always puts forth the best effort. She is also usually handed the most irritating to look for, as she never loses her patience with them and always keeps a pleasant smile on her face.
On the inside, she is probably about three seconds away from a panic attack. She keeps to herself when on her breaks, giving people to think she’s anti-social, when in reality, after having to spend hours being under attack by the general populace, she just needs a quiet space to recharge. Doing her cross-stitch or embroidery helps a great deal.
She is also someone who focuses on tiny details of something, very intently, to the point she cannot tell you what color someone’s hair was, but she could tell you what hair clip was in their hair if they wore one. She will never tell a lie, but that doesn’t mean she’ll tell someone the truth either.
You can call her something, but that doesn’t make it her name. She was where she said, but never says for how long. And even then she doesn’t check her watch, so how can she be sure how long she was in one place or another.
She is also, unfortunately, a pacifist, and hates confrontation, making her seem like someone that can be walked over. But knowledge is never wasted, even when obsolete, and she remembers very well those who used her for their own gains.
Hobbies/ Interests: Painting, sculpting (still doing basic pieces as she just started, but is slowly getting better), needlework (cross stitch & embroidery, specifically), Yoga (it is good, low impact exercise which is good for her knees) and swimming
Job or part-time job and description: She works for a Craft Store and runs an online store that sells prints of her paintings, as well as her needlework (plus digital patterns of her simple things). She does more needlework as she can take that to work with her and do it during her breaks.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Iris has a big fear of being discovered as Mystic, that she’s hiding things, that she is not as honest as she presents herself. She is concerned that she’ll be caught and end up in a worse place than she was. And she’s very terrified of small, dark, enclosed spaces.
Special talents: She is very good at painting, embroidery, & cross-stitch. Though the last two do cross over on occasion into the Magic.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Iris likes to believe she’s a good person. She tries to do the right thing and admits when she has no idea if she does or not. And sometimes being a good person means helping someone who is really annoying and you don’t like but you do help them anyway.
Feelings toward Mutants: Iris's overall feeling of Mutants is mixed and takes each one as she meets them. Her overall feeling is more along the lines of, “Sucks to be them,” before remembering she’s vaguely in the same boat as them, more or less.
Feelings toward Humans: Warier of Humans than of Mutants as a whole. She knows if they knew she was Mystic, they’d probably lock her up somewhere. Or torture her. Or experiment on her.
Feelings toward Adapteds: Exactly the same as Humans, except even warier. She has no idea if they can cut out her Magic as well.
Magic
Arcana Praeditus: Aceision
Arcana Initium: (none)
Preferred Foci: Her cross-stitch & embroidery
Magical Theme: No knowledge is wasted, even if it becomes obsolete
Snap Spell: “Is there anything I can help you find today?” (Let’s her see what the person is looking for at that moment; consequently she accidentally uses it a lot at work)
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities:
By genetics, and accidental choice, Iris is exceptionally strong. She’s built muscle through swimming and balance through Yoga, along with her flexibility, though she’s not the most flexible person in the world Her stamina is also fairly high as she does swim half an hour a day at the local Y, right after work, with Yoga on her days off, and as a cool down at night. Her reflexes are a bit higher than the average person, but that’s because of retail and the fact she’s so tall, that during her teenage years it was hell.
That being said, her speed is sh*t on land. She’s tall and heavy. She can’t outrun them. But she’ll probably outlast the average person.
Fighting Style: Her fighting style is “distract and get out of sight” and if that doesn’t work, “brawl” which means, she has no style.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: She has no style, so she doesn’t know how to conserve energy and vaguely know how to throw a punch. Pros is, someone professional won’t be sure [i[exactly{/i] how she moves.
History Of Your Character
Iris’s family started out in California, San Francisco specifically. When she was five years old, the entire family, from her single mother to her elderly great-grandfather, packed up and moved to Seattle, WA and she has no idea why.
That doesn’t mean she has never asked, and each time it has been shot down to the point she knows if she is ever going to learn, she’ll have to find out for herself. They didn’t move from Seattle after that, not as such. Family members did, but Iris and her mother, Chloe, stayed. It wasn’t until Iris turned 21 that she moved across the country to New York and ran right into the Welldrinker Cult.
She had no fear of Mutants, so what they preyed on was her wish for knowledge of why her family moved and of knowledge in general. She was someone that could help them in that she didn’t care what she was researching and, more to the point, those that courted her thought she wouldn’t care where it came from. When she woke up, able to see glimpses of the future, discovered the very next day at work, she knew she had gotten herself into a lot of trouble and couldn’t help but wonder if this was why her family ran all those years ago.
While she still doesn’t know that answer, she is now very terrified of who she’s ended up with, and her own self won’t allow her to hide.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: rose_moon
Where did you learn about this site?: Elluvias
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: No, Iris is my first and probably going to be my only
Sample RP:
Iris rubbed her hands nervously together before she pulled out her cross-stitch of roses blooming from a skull. She began to stitch carefully, not whispering anything over it, not turning it into the very thing which she had been gifted, wondering if she should be worried yet or not.
To find that which was lost, new from the old, rebirth after death. So many little things could be tied into something so very innocent and she continued to stitch, memorizing the pattern so this weekend, when she wasn’t busy, she could actually enact the ritual.
Only little things could be done at work. Only small things, little twitches here and there.
Her watch buzzed on her wrist, her only expense outside of her floss and cloth and paints and canvases. Putting it like that, it seemed it was a lot of expense, but she carefully stood up, shutting off the alarm, and putting away the finished cross-stitch, taking a deep breath.
And then her smile was across her face, picture-perfect and making her eyes bunch up around the edges, and she turned and slipped back out onto the floor. “Is there anything I can help you find today?” tripped easily off her tongue to the nearest, lost-looking soul and the knowledge flashed across her eyes.
