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.
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Posted by Gwen Fisher on Feb 10, 2012 20:58:03 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen had never expected him to say that it was guilt. Most rich people handed out money and did charity work so they could ‘give back’. They were trying to make themselves feel better and look better because they had money and well others didn’t. She stopped so he could lift himself off of her slowly. He seemed to be recovering slowly but he was recovering. Gwen would have to file this little skill into the back of her mind for the next time she ran into a telepath that wasn’t as nice as Slate here.
"You lived on the streets?" That was something that she wasn’t expecting. She had thought that he was a little rich kid with a powerful mommy or daddy. She had never thought for a second that he had been one to live on the streets. Did he run away or something.
>>Was there danger? Where you lived before?
Gwen sighed and was once again taxed with making the decision on whether to lie or not. He was already in her head and really she may have thought something that already alerted him to her real reasons for living the way she did. For living off the grid. Yes. It’s complicated. I live this way because I want to not because I have to. She had never really said that to anyone and technically she still hadn’t. She didn’t have to tell him the details but she wasn’t going to risk lieing.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Feb 10, 2012 20:04:57 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen looked down from the top of the building at Jude who was still standing bellow. She smirked at his stillness and assume he could feel. She assumed that every part of his body and brain was reacting to the pull of every mutant on the island of Manhattan. She took a moment to memorize his face before she departed. Something told her she would probably see the Copy Boy again whether she wanted to or not.
Gwen turned on her heels and started making her way through the rooftops of Manhattan before descending to the ground and starting on her way as if nothing had happened.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Feb 10, 2012 19:02:49 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Nice to meet you Slate. Like I said, I’m Gwen. What he said next made Gwen chuckled. Most people assume that I’m a runaway down on my luck or something. Not that I made a choice to live like this. Which I did. She put Slate’s arm over her shoulder and started walking in the direction of downtown. The closer they got to central part the sooner they could find a cab. And if worse came to worse they would be able to get onto the subway eventually. In all truth I do live like this because I want to. For me it is safer then living any other way. She probably shouldn’t be telling him this but he was a telepath and she wasn’t sure if she could actually hide the real answers to his questions if she tried. "So why are you handing out money up here anyway? Guilt?"
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Feb 10, 2012 16:59:08 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen stood with her left hip cocked to the side and her arms crossed in front of her chest. She looked at the outstretched hand with a raised eyebrow. She knew she had just invited him to take her power but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to let him touch her. She had no idea what would happen to him or her. She had spent a lot of time avoiding copy cats out of fear that her ‘owners’, would somehow find a way to get one to use her own power against her. It was a silly thing to worry about and highly unlikely to happen but Gwen could be a little paranoid. She reached out her hand to slowly take his and shook it with a smirk, “Lucile… Lucile Ball.”
Gwen moved away from him again and continued to smile crossing her hands in front of her chest once more. “Well enjoy.” She moved back to the top of the dumpster, “Oh and don’t come crying to me when this goes wrong.” She started climbing the fire escape as she continued to speak down at him. “And if I’m wrong and it doesn’t woot for you.”
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Feb 8, 2012 23:18:07 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
This kid was weird and maybe a little crazy and cocky. He really thought that being able to sence every living mutant around the island of Manhattan was not going to do anything funkier to his brain then any old phsycic power. Sure she may be a little over exaggerating when she says that it is more dangerous then any other power. And really any psychic power will put a strain on your brain, but she didn’t have any of those. She had the one she had and to her it seemed dangerous. She had met many a telepath in her life and they all seemed to be pretty good at what they did. For them blocking out everyone around them seemed possible. For her sadly it wasn’t and she highly doubted that it would ever be. She had tried all her life to block out the murmur in the back of her head that gave her such terrible headaches and had somehow never been able to. No matter how strong the rest of her power got that never cahged. Sure most of the time she couldn’t’ even hear it it was such a part of her life but it was still there digging a hole in her brain. In all truth the girl had long since decided that her power would likely wear away at her brain until it killed her even if she wasn’t using it all the time any more.
“You really think you are so great that you can handle being able to feel the whole of the mutants of New York City all at once. All the time. Every moment of every day. I have met many physics in my life and they are not really the same. Maybe at first but after they get control they get to shut it all out.” Gwen was so annoyed with this guy that she didn’t really care anymore. If he thought he could handle it he could have it. There was no saying she didn’t warn him and if he died it was on his hands not hers. She jumped down from the dumpster she had been standing on and moved to stand a few feet away directly in front of him, “I never get to shut it out no matter how strong I get. So you can go ahead and take my power mister smarty pants. If you think you can handle it so well then I am sure you will have no problem figuring out how it works on your own without hurting yourself.” Gwen just stood waiting for some kind of answer. He could either take it or not. That was up to him. But either way she wasn’t going to help him figure it out. Someone so cocky that they think they can handle anything should have to figure it out on their own if they wanted to earn it.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jan 15, 2012 23:08:09 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
No my brain has never exploded in a sense but my mutation can cause brain bleeds that are worse depending on what you did. She tired as hard as she could to be nonchalant in her explanation of how bad it could be. Brain bleeds weren’t always bad right? And did she really have to tell him about the whole potential of an aneurism thing. She could still remember the doctor standing next to her bed telling her case worker that she was getting brain bleeds for some unknown reason and they would have to keep her for monitoring just in case it turned into an aneurism. She had then asked the first nurse she saw what an aneurism was. She still wished to this day she hadn’t just been pretending to sleep, that she had really been asleep and she had heard none of that. That should could have gone through her life and never had to worry about her brain exploding accidently ever.
Gwen looked confused as she watched him close his eyes for a moment and then open them and start talking. It was a very odd thing to do but she assumed it was from the headache. She could be rather light sensitive when she wanted to be too.
“Nope nothing offensive. In truth I didn’t even know it could do the thing that I just did to you. I have never had a telepath in my head when I have used my mutation before.” She hadn’t even thought about using that as a weapon, but she supposed it could be if wielded correctly. “Your Judo may help but it’s not going stop anything major at that low a level. No offence.” Gwen moved toward the dumpster to move him to lean on it so she could take a look at who was on the street. Something like that but I am still a 20 year old girl and therefore that does not work on everyone. There are plenty of people out here who are bigger than me and don’t care how not afraid of them I seem… And I do not beat people up completely. Only enough to scare them or fake them into thinking I will beat them up all the way. She moved out of the ally looking as normal as usual and throwing a long piece of metal she had picked up over her shoulder like she was done with it. A few people turned around and saw her smug look and decided that it was time to go in the other direction. Even though she would have never hurt someone without some kind of reasoning behind it they didn’t know that so they were still a little afraid of her. She looked right then looked left and determined they were in the clear. All they needed to do was start walking and she could hail a cab at some point and get him to where he needed to go.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jan 15, 2012 22:05:20 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
When you live on the streets morality really isn’t a huge concern thank you. “Really do hope that it was only a push on the brain and not something worse.” Gwen breathed deeply looking into the man’s eyes with concern, Should I tell him that his brain could have exploded or should I just keep glazing over it and getting him to tell me just how bad I am. Well crap he can hear me can’t he? Sorry not used to having someone in my head all the time. In all her concern she had comepletely forgotten that he could probably hear every little thought she was having whether she wanted him to or not. She only hoped that he would take it well knowing his brain could basically explode from the mutation that she had basically just trust upon him.
“Gladly. That is after all what I have been trying to do this entire time.” Gwen was happy to change the subject and hope that he didn’t ask any questions about the thoughts she had just been having. With how short the vision was it was rather unlikely that he would have any kind of brain damage. He did seem to be well of course. “Though, we are going to have to think this through before I help you limp out there. The guy who was in this ally ran away but not all of them will.”
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jan 15, 2012 21:18:10 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
“But… I don’t understand. How can you have experienced my power if you have never met anyone…” Saying Gwen was confused was a complete understatement. Sure he was a psychic and they could do all kind of crazy things. Her power was usually very vague and would only tell her the basics of what kind of psychic they were, this particular man fit under the category of a telepath, but no matter what name a psychic they were she knew one thing to be true, there were an awful lot of them. She had never really taken the time to do a graph with generalizations of basic types of powers but she knew that she had seen a lot of physical enhancements and Psychic powers. So, to her these were obviously the most prominent of powers.
“Hey! There are far more interesting reasons for me to be abrasive.” Gwen smirked at him trying her best to not be ‘abrasive,’ “And yes. But if you don’t mind me asking how much does it hurt? It is a pounding headache or more excruciating?"I may have thought about it but I didn't do it now did I? As the thought went floating through the air to land in the boys pounding head she couldnt' help but let her sweet smirk turn into a smart alec one.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jan 15, 2012 18:32:33 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen really hadn’t expected him to have ever experienced a power like hers. As far as she could tell he was one of the only ones with it in the world. She was a rare breed for good reason. “How? Have you met someone else with my powers?” I didn’t even know there was another in New York She contemplated looking for said person but immediately thought otherwise not wanting to hurt the poor kid again.
“Well I’m not always unpleasant. Something about living the way I do makes you not so nice and rather abrasive upon first meeting people.” Gwen was actually a rather great person when you got to know her. She was kind and caring and loyal to a fault if you really became her friend. The hard part however was becoming her friend. “I also know how terrible the back lash of my power can be. I was lucky enough to be in a hospital the first time I used it. So, seriously, are you sure you are okay? How does your head feel?”
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jan 15, 2012 17:39:08 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen’s vision slowly faded back into focus and settled on the normal 20/20 only to see the pale face of the boy in front of her. Oh god She let go of his scarf in one quick motion to grab his falling form as it collapsed before her. She had never used her power with a psychic about to read it. Did he see what she saw? Was there some kind of mental feedback? A million questions flew through her head at a rapid pace but she quickly pushed them aside to focus on the young psychic before her. She had done this to him, inadvertent as it had been, and now she needed to help him.
She was not strong enough to keep him from hitting the ground completely but she could use her lesser strength to slow his decent and prevent any physical injury to go with his mental one. “I am a mutant and I’m sorry I used my power just then. I didn’t know you were reading my mind. I can imagine my power is rather overwhelming when you aren’t prepared for it.” She sat with him in the middle of the ally, all previous anger gone in a moment. All that was left was concern and a feeling of sorry. “I’m Gwen by the way. Are you alright? I have never had that happen so I don’t really know what it did to your brain. Do you feel okay?”
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jan 13, 2012 23:15:18 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
“Buddy you don’t know a damn thing about me. I could have a doctorate and have had a lot of bad luck in my life. Just cause I don’t trust people and live on the streets does not mean that I’m an idiot.” Gwen had turned to face him from her perch on the top of the dumpster. One of her hands was still on a rung of the hanging ladder just in case she needed to pull herself onto the roof. There was nothing wrong with being cautious and just a little bit paranoid. “And everyone lies. If you think otherwise you’re the fool. I just except this fact and assume that you are lying because even if you are telling the truth there will always be a lie mixed in somewhere.”
She began pulling herself up the side of the 10 story building one rung at a time as he continued to speak. He was an idiot if he didn’t yet realize how futile it was to try and get her to trust him. She was really only paying half attention when his words pulled her toward him and she stopped half way up the ladder. She was a good 15 feet off the ground now but that didn’t stop her from flipping herself so her back was facing the ladder itself, her hands holding on to either side of the cold metal bars. “You can’t. If you try to use it for whatever you are trying to you will give yourself a bunch of brain bleeds and then die. So you can take it but don’t expect to survive without knowing how to use it.” She had never really thought about what would happen if a copier took her powers and then tried to use it without knowing how to. She had almost died in the hospital when she was 8 and couldn’t control them. What was to say that some adult copier wouldn’t do the same but without the added bonus of being in a hospital as your brain bleeds to death.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jan 13, 2012 23:13:31 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
0
Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Gwen listened to the words being spoken to her but still refused to let go of the taller man. Sure he wasn’t exactly little as she had implied but some of the gang bangers in northern Manhattan could have surly kicked his less built butt. Woah. Woah. Woah. Did he really just talk down to me? “And who’s making judgments now? Just cause I live on the streets does not mean I don’t understand a well-educated vernacular.” Gwen did her best to not scream at the kid for lecturing her on presumptions and then doing the same. It was always fun when someone… Wait she was doing what? “What do you mean I’m giving you a head ache? I’m sorry I’m telling you the truth. And I may not know anything about you but usually when it looked like a duck and sounds like a duck and has money like a duck it is probably a duck.” As usual the sarcastic walls went up and every word she said was filled with the venom of such speech. This guy was kind of rude. She was the rudest of them all so she could defiantly spot a fellow rude person. Though, something in her told him that he wasn't meaning to be rude and it was just who he was. The kind of kid who lived his whole life not really seeing the world and therefore didn't really know how to talk to someone that wasn’t working for him or family.
Gwen’s eyes went glazed for a moment as a thought accrued to her. Her mind’s eye saw the island of Manhattan clear as day the murmur of a thousand voices filling her head like an explosive boom. As her vision descended on their location in uptown the voices thinned until there was only one. The voice of the boy before her telling her he was a telepath and she now understood why she was giving him a headache. It was the same reason she always had one. Though, she had heard them clear as day in her vision over the years she had more than learned to push them out enough so they were only a murmur in the background of her mind and a pain at the top of her spine. An everyday thing for her that would be blatantly obvious for anyone else.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jan 9, 2012 22:31:16 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
Is he serious? Rich kids get more and more stupid every day. “You highly doubt that?! You really are a nut and a half aren’t you? I don’t care whatever silly training your parents played for you to get a ‘black belt’ in whatever the hell you think you are an expert in. There are the streets understand me. Here there are no rules and anything goes. You may have your fits but they have guns and improvised weapons. And they will have no trouble getting around a little guy like you.” There was a sort of venom as she made air quotes around black belt. She knew very well that when you had enough money you could buy anything you wanted. Or at least thought you could. She knew more than one girl she bad been on the streets with back in the day that was now turning tricks because some rich kid would pay then a hundred an hour to tickle their fantasy.
Gwen sighed deeply but still did not let go of the soft angora of his scarf. “Alright listen,” She was much calmer now that she knew that her urgency and angry behavior didn’t seem to be affecting this kid at all. “I’m not going to hurt you I’m just trying to illustrate a point. It is dangerous out here and you waving all that money around is you just asking to get mugged.” Hmmm… I wonder if me mugging him right now would illustrate better. I could use the cash after all. Gwen’s face never looked away from the boy as her eyes wandered the ally looking for something more threatening. No that would just be too easy. Though on the other hand he is kind of asking for it. Her eye’s narrowed as she contemplated what to do next.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Jan 9, 2012 22:11:48 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
“I just did okay. It’s irrelevant. Do you agree or not?” Gwen stood her ground and stared back at him. Her stare was intense and purposeful. She wanted the right answer and she wanted it now. She started to back away from him reaching her hand out to offer back the wallet. She held it between her index and middle figures as she tried her best to keep as little of her hand on it as possible. The last thing she wanted was this guy to touch her and she was going to do everything in her power to stop he from even trying. She eyed the coffee as she set it down beside him. This was obviously a plot to free up his hands just in case. Gwen tightened her grip on the Pipe as is lingered over her head her other hand still stretched out to return the still full wallet. She stepped back he followed. Seriously didn’t this guy get that all she wanted to do was give him back his wallet and ber on her way. There really was no need for this silliness. If he would just take the damn thing this would all be over. Gwen took another tentative step back in the direction of the fire escape.
Her eyes narrowed and looked between him and the wallet, “I’m not stopping you here.” She tossed the wallet lightly so it hit him in the chest, “I don’t want the cash okay. I mean how much can I guy with a dino wallet have in it anyway. A few bucks?" In her experience when someone couldn’t afford a leather wallet they generally didn’t have enough cash to keep in it if they did buy one. “Honestly if you did work for someone that was looking for me I highly doubt that you would be telling me so please excuse me if I don’t believe you.”
Oh great now he was tell her his life story. Why do people think that complete strangers care at all about what is wrong with them? “I can’t find anyone okay. And really? Two wrongs? There are plenty of people who would kidnap me in a second if they thought that it would help them find a loved one.” Gwen backed her way to the side of the dumpster and started making so she could lift herself onto it and then onto the fire escape, “And I really don’t’ know you so I have no idea if anything you are saying to me is even remotely true. So, sorry, can’t help you.” Gwen dropped the pipe beside her and quickly pulled herself up onto the dumpster and up the ladder.
Posted by Gwen Fisher on Dec 30, 2011 12:26:56 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
75
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Dec 15, 2015 18:27:41 GMT -6
“John you really need to get out more buddy.” Gwen smiled as the older man laughed at her. She loved to try and cheer up the more down trot homeless around her. She had it lucky. She was a young and pretty girl and that meant that for her begging wasn’t hard. People like John were more scraggily and stereotypical. People generally assumed that they were on the streets because they spent all their money on an addiction instead of that they were down on their luck. Poor John here lost his job a few years back and just couldn’t find work. He didn’t have a drinking problem or a drug one. All he had was a homeless one and out of the three his sucked the most. Gwen hated how there people the terrible addicts littering the penthouses of the Upper East Side and yet there were so many homeless that didn’t have those problems. Their only problems were that they were hungry and cold. Gwen sighed deeply as she looked around. She was on one of the poorer streets of New York City which meant it wasn’t the safest place to be, but she was tough and had more than learned to handle herself. She actually liked this part of the city more than her usual hang out in downtown. Up here people were real and they had real problems and real lives to live.
She squinted and tried her best to make out something she really hoped she wasn’t seeing further down the street. “Excuse me John.” She lept up in a hurry and quickly made her way over to this idiot of a boy. Was he seriously doing what she thought he was? Yup. He really was handing out money. This kid must have a death wish or want to get mugged and beaten.
Upon reaching his location she didn’t do what one would expect. Most would have expected her to just stop right there and tell the guy he was an idiot in true Gwen Fisher style, but no. Instead she chose to grab him by his puffy gray scarf and as much of his Preppy Pea Coat as she could hold and drag him with her as she continued down the street and into an alley she knew they could have some privacy in. Great now I’m stuck saving a preppy rich kid with a guilty conscious or some crap. This is a great way to spend my afternoon. Maybe I can convince him to come somewhere with me or something. That way I can get him off this street and maybe take advantage of that thick wallet at the same time.
“Out.” She snapped her fingers pointed over her shoulder with an intense look so the vagrant seeking shelter would know she meant business. She had lived on the streets for a long time and as such had gained a bit of a reputation. She turned to look the idiot, as she had dubbed him in her mind, in the face. Making sure not to let him go so he couldn’t get away. “Are you nuts or do you just have a death wish?! You can’t come this far north of Central Park and wave that pretty leather money filled wallet around in your pretty jacket and your pretty scarf and your pretty clothes and expect everything to be okay. You’re mommy and daddy can’t wave their money around and save you here. If you get cornered or something you could die. Understand.” Probably not but one can hope you are at least a little scared of me. She continued to look him in the eyes waiting for him to respond or run away. Either would work as far as she was concerned.
