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.
Some what like that, but more of a centralized authority, they only group together when a lot is at stake and there's a lot at risk. Like peace keepers. Other then that they don't care about anything or anyone else in the Grim Future.
Perhaps, there should be a coalition, in case any other large force may be assembled and put to a possible bad use. Some kind of safety net for mutants who just wanna survive in the post apocalyptic world, but in the face of an impending evil, they assemble (Not like some kind of super hero squad just some flares maybe) like minutemen to address the problem and deal with it diplomatically or forcefully. That's of course if the coalition can decide on what to do.
A scream? An odd occurrence that rarely happened in the places Markus visited, but this was a drive by area, in the sense that no one should ever have to visit it. Now filled with curiosity and nostalgia, Markus pulled his car over to a curb just a block away from the area where he heard the loud banshee like scream. The sun had now grown weary and receded into the horizon, and night spread the light thin and made all dark. There was no moon this night, only stars.
Markus made his way back down the road from his car and jogged the rest of the way to where he had heard the scream. "An abandoned construction area? This isn't Halloween." Markus said in a tone of disbelief, but no other place in the area would be more likely a place as to where the scream came from. From his dress coat Markus pulled an M9 pistol. "This reminds me of my glory seeking days." He spoke as he made his way into the crypt like structure.
"Hello?" He shouted as he held his gun low, and maintained a period of short steps through the concrete coffin of a building.
The student looked frightened by Markus's addressing of him. "Why don't you both come over here for a second." The two lambs soon approached the proverbial slaughterhouse of political ambition that awaited them. They sat away from the beast now staring them down like a bull in the streets of Spain.
"You know I am not that fond of political advertising either, sure it looks to be something of deceptive nature, but not all political views intend to harm the reader or pull him to a cause that is greatly opposed." "I just.." The boy tried to reply as his friend looked on in silence of shyness. He was then interrupted. "Don't worry, I use to think politicians were all the same, money grubbing, self indulged, etc."
In a quick hush of silence, Markus pulled from his suit coat a picture of him when he still had hair and with other marines in front of a temple in Vietnam. "They are what my ideals are based off." He said as he showed the picture to the two. "I lived life as a soldier, and what I've seen in combat has been burned into my brain and can never be taken from my mind. I had to tell the last words of one of the best soldier I ever serviced with to his only son. I don't want a world where men have to tell others that their fathers, sons or friends had been killed, I want a world where men can find joy in being one. No hatred, no intolerance, just the wholesome brotherhood of men to work together to fulfill the dreams of one another."
Markus put the picture away as the two men gazed down at the table in shame. "Don't be sorry, people may call you both naive, but you are just curious, feel free to consult anyone in the conformatist party for any further information, I hope I changed your minds." Markus spoke as he headed out of the library and into the parking lot into his car.
If that isn't the most heartfelt ruse I have ever done, those kids already have strings, you just need to pull em. Markus thought to himself as he backed out he opened his dashboard compartment and tossed the picture from Vietnam in with around 4 other pictures with different soldiers he had served with in different areas. They always buy it, cause youth is easy to corrupt, and a most useful tool.
"Together We Will Not Be Broken!", a quote that now lay with the rest of the propaganda and writings spread throughout the Library. Markus all too familiar with it sits at a round table with a coffee in hand and a book on the table that has his gaze ensnared. "The Art of War" was it's title, a book far renowned for it's legacy. Sure Markus had read it previously 3 times before, but this among other books kept a tight grasp on his mind.
But Markus wasn't here to read he was here to observe, observe others reaction to the propaganda lined areas and other forms of Conformatist literature strewn about. He overheard conversations, he saw people reading the pamphlets with interest, he saw, another generation to be used. But in the back of his head and to the left his head, he heard someone who was much more adept to political studies and deduced Conformatism for what it was.
"This guy is just some kind of puppet master trying to brainwash us." The adolescent said with a whisper. But his attempt to conceal his attitude towards the commercialism of Conformatism was vein. After all the worst case scenario when jumping on a lions tail would be to awaken it, and he had done just that.
"I see you're a bit skeptic?" Markus said aloud through the silence and whisper of the teenager and gazed him down as he turned to face the boy.
In youth there is potential, passion, and perseverance. Each to form a double edged sword in life, to better it or better it for lesser means. To do away with the intolerance that plagues humanity, to relish greed from the minds of men who seek it, and to recover true essence of humanity. But in favor of those who have long since been in the company of shadows and lingering evils, there is but one advantage in youth. That being, control.
"In youth, there is much that can be found I assure all of you, and in it of great value, is opportunity. I hope I have made an impression on all of you here today and seek to further establish a lasting understanding of the Conformatist political party, the campus will have pamphlets and other information on the benefits of joining the party, it was nice speaking to you all."
Markus was then preceded by the dean of the university and announced off the stage as the students that had been gathered in the auditorium clapped for him once more. Markus found joy in giving speeches like these to teenagers. They all seemed so easily passionate for things, and able to gain reason from Markus's speeches about his Political party. No note cards, no paper, and no Que cards. Markus had fabricated this speech like so many others and had made a joy out of it. Soon the University would be paved over with propaganda posters for the Conformatist party and Markus would gain more support.
Markus now made his way to the library to further propagate the region.
Faceclaim: Jeff Bridges from Iron man Text (Name you want used, quote, etc.): The Tactician in red text Special Request (anything specific you want to see on it): Black King Chess piece
I'm sure you can tell by my signature I am not so well versed in the field of Signature creation.
How about a Colosseum? Post apocalyptic death matches run by some kind of group of raiders/settlers. Just to add to Roaches former idea but in a larger sense and also have the people who run it capture outsiders and force them to fight in it.
Character's full name: Markus Burke Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: The Tactician Gender: Male Age: 56
Date of Birth: October 8th 1955
Nationality/ Ethnicity: Caucasian Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Pittsburgh Pennsylvania
Appearance
Hair color and style: Bald with a small brown beard
Eyes: Light Brown Height: 5,4 Build: In shape Visible mutation: N/A Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: N/A Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Black Suit and tie for rallies and political debates. Lighter apparel when not in front of a crowd but still wears dress coat and pants along with leather dress shoes. Uniform: N/A Sleepwear: Robe and Boxers Miscellaneous clothing: N/A
Character
Personality: Markus always treats life as a ruse. Placing upon his true intentions a mask of emotion. Always charismatic to those who he seeks to win over to his side of beliefs and very deceptive. Hard to anger and even harder to fool. If something remotely gets on his nerves he will keep his cool and devise new ideas to take care of the problem. Always paranoid when something is at stake and will try repeatedly to make sure no strings are attached and no loose ends are left uncut.
Hobbies/ Interests: He finds value in playing games that require thought to them such as Chess or any game that involves a deck of playing cards.
Job or part time job and description: Elected official on the New York City Council
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: When too deep in thought Markus frequently worries about facing oblivion and being forgotten by all.
Special talents: Able to weave lies and speeches in short amounts of time if need be.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Lawful Evil, ready to work with and corrupt the system to get what he wants when he wants it.
Mutations
Mutation description: Tactical Perception This ability leaves Markus able to choose a situation in the radius of 60 feet of him, that requires physical work and instantly develop around 15 outcomes that will happen and different ways to change and approach it. Each possibility is highlighted in red while the rest of the view Markus has will be turned black and white. The ability can allow Markus to see through obstructions but only for the duration of the time it takes the power to devise a plan.
Strengths: Able to gain an advantage in any fight if he is calling the shots and has a moderately good force backing him up.
Weaknesses: He needs a full view of the situation taking place and all the factors that are going into it, whether they be people, buildings, or weather. It takes 2 minutes each time he uses the power to recharge and every time in rapid succession after that the time is raised by 2 more minutes. If certain factors are not taken into consideration when Markus takes in a situation with his power, things may end up chaotic and unexpected for him.
Secondary mutation description:Tactical Tracking Gives Markus the ability to see the location of his men through walls or at depths by highlighting them in red much like Tactical Perception. When being tracked the men appear as red outlines of themselves to Markus. When in this visual state,Markus can choose the individuals he wants to keep tabs on by either physically coming into contact with them or activating this power when they are at least 10 feet in front of him.
Strengths: Can keep track of up to 5 men who he has come into contact with and who he is commanding.When one of his men die they stop being highlighted and may give away the possible position of the enemy.
Weaknesses: Can only track men who he has come into contact with as explained above. The range of this ability is only up to 60 feet when out of that range, people being tracked are lost.
Fighting Style
Explanation: Markus himself hardly gets involved in combat anymore since his political career and thanks to his powers he barely has to even raise a finger. When threatened and a force is at his disposal he will use older tactics such as divide and conquer or an all out blitzkrieg, otherwise without a force backing him up he will attempt to flee. Pros for fighting style: Others do Markus's work for him while he can conserve his energy for other things that may happen. Cons for fighting style: If out numbered Markus could easily be apprehended or worse, killed.
Faction Allegiance N/A
History Of Your Character In the former steel capital of the world, a baby was born into a great void of blandness. This could not be helped for the only thing that phased people at the time was the thought of nuclear war. Luckily for Markus that same blandness did not follow his soon to come childhood. He was moderately athletic in school, made multiple friends but found sanctuary and interest in historical conquests. People such as Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan, Napoleon, Arcadius, etc inspired him. To think one man could stand above the rest like some self proclaimed god. He saw the world as anyone's for the taking and sought the same fame that others in text books and historical documents had gained. He also witnessed during his high school experience the torment others went through in school. Bullies who prodded at other students like cattle who they had deemed different and there for sought to treat them as so. This, Markus thought, was a chance to test one of the many things he had learned in his past readings. One day he stood up to the bullies, there was around 4 of them all directed towards one kid. Once they began their tormenting, Markus approached them and revised a speech originally given by Vladimir Lenin about the anti Semitic people in Russia but replaced the subject with bullying. Like a flock of sheep the students near by rallied to this cause and were easily swayed into Markus's grasp. The Bullies backed down like a beaten dog and Markus stood at the threshold of a new way of thinking.
Years after graduation Markus found that the next step to his goal would be to gain glory through war. Enrolled at the age of 18 he honed his battle skills and awaited for the time to show his true prowess and knowledge of tactical warfare. He had hopes during the Vietnam war but little came out of that as he was only sent there as part of a clean up crew for the retreat of the American army. It wasn't until 1991 that he got his chance. It was the beginning of the gulf war and Markus at the age of 36 was sent along with his squad of 6 into the fray. Out there Markus deliberately looked for any possible chance to get caught in some form of fighting with enemy militants. It was easier then he thought as he and his group were constantly met with life or death situations. It wasn't until he sustained a wound to the shoulder from a stray bullet that he had a power unlike any other normal human being would be able to attain. During this his crew was bogged down by a spray of gunfire after he had gone down and his men attempted to keep him alive in a small dune near a building that had began to open fire on the men. He began to take in the view of the area and lurch his head out for a moment from the dune. He saw everything in an odd state of being. He saw highlighted areas of the building and different areas in red. He could see through the building and see where it's run down support beams were holding the building up, higher dunes that led around the building, and possible areas to flank the enemy while all other foreground areas lay black and white. Then he shifted away from his sight as he was pulled down by one of his men who questioned his sanity. After which, Markus had suddenly saw his fellow soldier highlighted in red and lurched back wondering what this was but only sought to figure it out after the current situation was resolved. Markus sprang up again this time with a frag in hand and launched it quickly at the supports of the building formally highlighted by red. Seconds after it went off and Markus had ducked into the dune again he heard a loud crumbling noise and the Arabic screams of his enemies.
Awarded with much more then just medals but with two powers that would pave the way for him and those who followed him in the Gulf war campaigns he endured to victory and gained the nick name "The Tactician", from other soldiers who were impressed with his quick thinking and strategy. Markus rose through the ranks but soon left his military experience as he wanted,a hero, a glorified cult of personality. But something was wrong. He still felt that he would just fade into history as another nameless soldier so he sought something far larger scale then a petty war monger. Using his knowledge of the past he devised a sinister and deceptive idea, to make history repeat itself but in the way he could fix the problems that had occurred before. He began his plan with the construction of a political party called The Conformatist Labor Party. This party was based off of the ideology thought up by Markus called Conformatism. It was blatant modern day fascism and was easily accepted by many. Their motto "Together we shall not be broken." was strengthening to the populace of those who followed and soon He sought power in the government he set his eyes on. Years of rallies and activism later he is now an elected official for the state of New York in a moderately powerful position, but his hunger for power is yet to be tamed, he still seeks control and conquest of whatever will bring him fame. For now the conquering of the nation he resides in would have to do.
Roleplay Where did you learn about this site?: Searching the web Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: N/A Sample RP: Markus and another soldier dashed through the building now aflame with great haste only looking above to see falling debris of glass and ash. The men scattered down the spiral staircase as the sound of AK47's being fired through windows was just a bonus motivation to get out of the burning building set by the Iraqi forces. Now on the 5th floor he heard the voice of the other soldier with a cough. "5 more staircases to go." At this rate both men were loosing their calm collected self's and sought alternative ways out. Some more then others. Markus quickly moved toward an open window and used his power. He saw only one way out from this high up. It was a dumpster highlighted red. "That would break my legs!" The other soldier looked over puzzled as Markus came back to reality. "unless..." Markus spoke slyly as the other soldier shouted "COME ON WE GOTTA MOVE!" Markus quickly replied, "Over here I found a way out!" The soldier ran over and spoke. "What kind o.." Markus quickly grabbed the inner thigh of the soldier and pushed him out downward into the dumpster. A slight scream followed only ended with the harsh sound of a breaking spine. Followed behind the soldier was Markus who landed safely and only moderately bruised on the corpse of the soldier. "Survival of the fittest." Markus said smugly as he climbed out of the dumpster and made his way to a rally point where other soldiers may be.
