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 Blake (Persi) on Mar 19, 2014 11:22:28 GMT -6
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...Okay, so they had the wrong apartment--sort of--and the girl at least was insane. What was a twelve year old girl doing out in the middle of the night anyway? Teenage guy, sure, but thirteen year old girls generally didn't wander around the city past midnight. Anthony had not expected insanity to change that. And the guy... her brother? had to be insane too to let her. He ought to be able to just pick her up and carry her home, but no, here they were at Anthony's door at two AM. Figured. "It is, but I don't have a brother Percy." He certainly hoped not, anyway; a third secret brother that had been kicked out when he was a kid would be too much, Anthony thought.
Oh, and now the girl figured out what time it was. There really wasn't an appropriate response to that, so Anthony just raised an eyebrow and stared at her. Possibly. He was a bit too tired to be sure of the eyebrow part.
Oh the twitchy guy managed to speak. That must be an achievement. "Neither of my brothers are here. They're at a religious... retreat, thing." Anthony shrugged and tried not to think about what he was saying. "You know, go pray and cleanse sins for a week thing." A week was probably enough; he couldn't imagine Persi lasting much more. And then their parents could think of excuses about where he was.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Mar 18, 2014 14:28:11 GMT -6
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"Yeah," to ride "it was," in a one- "but--aaugh!" Why was psycho girl here what was she doing why was she here the Mansion was supposed to not be filled with crazy psychopaths! Scifi Hogwarts was supposed to be safe, just like magic Hogwarts was!
...Well. Right. Did that make the psycho girl Malfoy? Or Snape? Probably Snape. Only Persi was pretty sure she'd never met his parents. He definitely would have heard about it if she had. So she just hated people for no reason. Aaaugh what was she doing here? Nevermind it wasn't like Persi ever knew why she beat him up she just did. He backed away until he tripped over a chair, pushed himself back up and tried to warn Aiden while getting behind the table. "Psycho girl!"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Mar 17, 2014 15:49:47 GMT -6
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Anthony had been hoping for a while that his parents would get home. He felt sort of bad about it, since it would mean Blake was dead, but there wasn't any way Blake wouldn't die, and obviously Blake wanted to, so why not just give him what he wanted? And the longer their parents were gone, the more Blake was being tortured and the more Anthony had to sit around thinking about it. He just wanted the entire thing to be over. Besides, it was Christmas; they'd promised to be home for Christmas, but Anthony had waited up until midnight and they weren't.
Anthony sort of hoped that meant they were having trouble actually convincing themselves to kill Blake. It would be kind of horrifying if they weren't at all bothered by it. But they'd never really liked Blake that much and they did think they were helping him, and if they were bothered by it that meant they'd still be stressed when they got back, and Anthony really just wanted it to all be over. Just be over; he wanted to be able to go back to pretending Blake and Michael were off somewhere at a friend's house or something and were just fine and it wasn't half his fault that Blake was dying and Michael may or may not have. Nothing really was distracting him, though; he couldn't stop thinking about it and thinking how he ought to go try to interfere since Blake was (maybe) not dead yet and then thinking how that would only mean he'd die too and thinking he should try anyway and knowing he wouldn't. It had been six days; Maria had given up trying to talk to him or visit after the second. Anthony suspected a breakup was coming, but really couldn't bring himself to care yet.
Evidently it was over now, though. Anthony had been asleep for less than an hour when a knock woke him up. Sort of weird that they'd get back so late, but really Anthony couldn't blame his parents for not wanting to stay in the house where Blake was killed. Also weird that they would knock, but probably they just had their hands full and didn't feel like digging out the key, or something. Either way they wouldn't want to be stuck waiting, so Anthony only took the time to put pants on before going to get the door.
...Okay, those were definitely not Anthony's parents. He blinked at them a few times before making a guess. "I think you got the wrong apartment."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Mar 15, 2014 12:56:28 GMT -6
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"Actually, most people call me a squirrel." Not that a squirrel was a whole lot better at surviving in frozen death zones than a cat, but there weren't any roofs around, so it wasn't like the crazy pirate guy could put them in more danger. "Not that that matters--uh. Wait, what?" Persi should, perhaps, pay a little more attention to comprehending everything he heard before responding. "You're what?"
"...Nope." Persi honestly wasn't even sure what he was refusing at this point. Crazy pirate guy being his (or anyone's) guardian, survival training, the frozen death zone it was supposed to take place in, or his chances or actually surviving. All of it, probably. It was all just no. He headed for the back of the plane to sit down and refuse to get near the door.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Mar 14, 2014 20:10:45 GMT -6
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And the crazy guy was still crazy. What a surprise. Persi sort of liked the idea of dumping the water on him, but that would require moving.
...Or the not water. What sort of water smoked? Persi could feel that it wasn't boiling. Which meant it probably wasn't water. Crazy guy could deal with him not drinking whatever it was; he set it back down and eyed it suspiciously.
"Yes." Why even ask? Admittedly the guy was crazy, but obviously he knew, so why bother asking? "Mutants wouldn't have attacked them if they hadn't been involved because of me, and they wouldn't even have been there. And normal people wouldn't kill people and leave them in pieces so it has to have been a mutant."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Mar 14, 2014 19:10:23 GMT -6
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Persi didn't notice the room getting colder, or the frost creeping over the window. He did notice enough of what the guy was saying to glare at him, but didn't feel like bothering to actually say what he was thinking. Partly because that would have required sorting it out into something coherent enough to say; they ought to arrest me and how stupid are they expecting me to be calm now and you thought dropping me off a roof was helpful and they can't be dead were all mixed up in too many pieces for anything he said to make sense.
DocProf received an equally friendly flat look, which transferred to the food once he was out of sight. Persi didn't want to eat; he felt like he should be hungry, but he wasn't at all. The crazy pirate guy would probably throw him off a roof again if he didn't, though, and he really didn't feel like dealing with that, so he sat up enough to pick up the glass of water and stare at it.
Instead of drinking he went back to eyeing the crazy guy. He was no more convinced, but actually glaring took energy. "If it wasn't for me no one would have attacked them, and they wouldn't even have been there anyway. Why does it matter if I actually did it?" In Persi's opinion, it quite clearly did not.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Mar 11, 2014 21:56:50 GMT -6
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Being told to breath did not achieve much of anything, except to make Persi glare more. He was breathing just fine, thank you. Or not. His ability to breath really wasn't due to the crazy guy, so there wasn't much point in thanking him. The order was pointless anyway.
Fire and dead and teeth and DNA. Persi thought that only happened on TV. "They're not dead," was repeated, but quieter and it didn't sound like he believed it anymore. Wished it, sure, but wasn't that the point? Mutants were bad because they killed people, and got people killed. Normal, good people who just tried to help them. Like Persi's parents. Who tried to help him.
So, really, it was Persi's fault. "Why would that matter?" It wasn't like he was accomplishing anything out of jail, and it almost certainly was his fault, so why not? Apart from catching the technical killer, he supposed. He wouldn't want to be responsible for--fire, DNA--getting to keep running around wherever he liked. It was partly his fault too, not only Persi's, and at least Persi didn't want to kill anyone. Fire pretty clearly did.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Mar 11, 2014 20:44:14 GMT -6
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There was no easy way to... tell Persi that police were coming?
That seemed pretty easy, honestly.
Well, interrogation did imply that Persi had done something. That could be the difficult part. Persi would worry about that if he could actually figure out what he'd done. He really couldn't think of--
"...No they're not." Persi was slightly more conscious of pushing himself up than talking, but neither was very much. He was not at all aware of his expression, or his arms shaking from holding himself up. "They're not dead, they're alive, I saw them--I saw my dad, I guess, but I saw my mom a few days ago, and--no!" He noticed he was sitting up when he moved too suddenly--lunging somewhere, maybe to stand up, he wasn't sure, and lost his vision to dizziness for a moment and ended up back on an elbow. He kept talking anyway. "I didn't kill them! No one killed them, they're not dead!"
The crazy guy kept talking too. As soon as Persi could see again he glared at him. "They didn't teach me anything wrong, and they're not going to, they didn't do anything wrong. And they're not dead."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Mar 11, 2014 20:06:02 GMT -6
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No. Not that Persi was a doctor, or anyone else that could be called Doc, or that his opinion seemed to matter at the moment. Well good luck to crazy pirate guy; if he wanted Persi to eat, he could argue with Persi's stomach when it refused to. If it refused to. Persi still wasn't actually all that sure what it was thinking. He was focused on figuring out if he could edge back any further or if he'd go off the edge of the bed or the crazy guy would just grab him.
No you don't. Dangling people off roofs was generally not a sign of wanting to leave them alone. A good sign of wanting to leave someone alone was leaving them alone. Which the crazy pirate guy was... police? Persi blinked. "What?" Why would police want to talk to him? Especially with the crazy pirate guy in the same room to talk to. Admittedly, dangling Persi off a roof wasn't that bad, but the pirate didn't know Persi was Persi so he couldn't have known it was okay so he probably just did that to people normally, which was not okay and really the sort of thing police ought to want to talk to someone about.
But they didn't, for some reason they wanted to talk to Persi. Which was very odd since he was pretty sure he hadn't been able to do anything bad recently. And was pretty sure he hadn't done anything that bad before it, either, at least that police would deal with.
...What if it was his parents? Persi really should have thought of that sooner. Just because they were trying to help didn't mean other people would see it that way. If that was it he'd probably better figure out... something to say. That might be easier if he was sure what injuries he'd had in the first place; it was kind of fuzzy. He could say he'd refused to eat on his own.... He wasn't sure about the rest of it, though. He frowned and bit his lip trying to remember, then let go when he noticed what he was doing. "Why would they want to talk to me?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Mar 11, 2014 19:25:42 GMT -6
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There was a voice. Which was vaguely sort of maybe familiar, but not enough for Persi to actually recognize it, only think that maybe he should try to. The voice didn't seem to care about that, since it was talking to him anyway. Persi considered holding the pillow over his face and attempting to ignore the voice, but he had yet to meet anyone who would actually leave him alone if he did that. Plus, he had just woken up; as much as he would like to sleep, he didn't actually feel like he would fall asleep any time soon. "Tired. Not really." Should he be thirsty or hungry? Or maybe he was? He hadn't really been paying attention to that, so he probably should. And also to the voice, because any voice that kept asking questions probably wanted something and wouldn't go away until it got it. Persi moved the arm holding the pillow enough to peek out. And then, since he was in a bed, a bit more so he could look up.
...Why was the crazy pirate guy here?
No seriously, why was the pirate guy here? Persi had just decided to figure out something to do that he'd actually like before he died. Be yelled at and dropped off a roof was not the sort of thing he considered enjoyable.
Edging back away from the crazy guy probably wouldn't help at all, but Persi really wasn't thinking enough for the decision to be conscious, so he did anyway.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Feb 23, 2014 16:18:38 GMT -6
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Oh good Aiden was awake. And alive.
And... having a panic attack, apparently. Um. That wasn't very helpful. What exactly had happened between Persi getting knocked out and him waking up on the plane? Aiden was normally the not useless one.
Not that Persi was exactly being useful at the moment, but really. He couldn't do anything. Except possibly get someone else to do something. Someone else, in this case, being Aiden, who did not look very prepared to be useful right now. Persi eventually gave up on Aiden paying attention on his own, wandered over, and poked him. And then the plane shook.
...Maybe Aiden had a point with that whole panic thing. Persi squeaked and grabbed onto the back of a seat.
Oh. Landing. Landing was good. Maybe. It meant the psycho pirate guy and possibly his equally crazy accomplice weren't taking them anywhere anymore. Because they were already there. But could maybe get away now. That was kind of hard to do when in an airplane that was flying. So landing was good.
And then the pirate guy started talking. And the... whoever the crazy girl was, almost seemed like she'd argue. Except then she agreed with him.
There were so many things Persi could think of that were wrong with this scenario. Starting with: "Who thought it was a good idea to give an airplane to a bunch of lunatics?!" Or a couple of lunatics. Whatever. Lunatics should not have airplanes.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Feb 23, 2014 16:00:17 GMT -6
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It did not Oh what occur to Persi fun that maybe it is to ride he shouldn't be making faces in a one-horse at someone else's family. open sleigh! "Since when is" Jingle bells! "reputation more important?" Jingle bells!
Jingle "Well yeah." all the way! "There's a forest," Oh what fun "a maze," it is to ride "the floors are always changing," in a "we're all learning weird powers," one-horse "some of the kids here" open sleigh! "think the adults are too soft" Jingle bell! "and we ought to be ruling the world," Jingle bells! "and a mansion is basically" Jingle "a capitalist castle." all the way! "And someone said the mirrors talk." Oh what fun! Persi nodded. it is He was pretty sure to ride there were more reasons, in a one-horse but he couldn't think of them. open sleigh! "We're scifi Hogwarts." Jingle "There's got to be" bells! "a giant snake hiding somewhere." Jingle Not that the voice bells! which Persi could finally hear Jingle all seemed to agree. the way!
Oh "Okay." what fun Persi stopped stirring, it is and then ended up to ride in holding the spoon awkwardly a one-horse over the pot open to see if the fudge on it sleigh! would drip back in Jingle bells! for a minute Jingle bells! before giving up Jingle all and attempting to hand it the way! to Aiden. Oh what fun it is....
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Feb 23, 2014 15:15:57 GMT -6
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Waking up was not fun.
It hadn't been for a while, really; just because Persi knew pain was good for him didn't mean he liked it. Which was why it was good for him in the first place, really. But at first it had been easier to accept since he knew it would help him, and then there'd been too much physical pain for him to really think about anything else. Now he was just tired and aching--which was far too familiar, and definitely not enough to help him. He didn't really care why he was feeling better--if they'd found a healer, or drugs, or he'd slept long enough to heal, or what, Persi wasn't a doctor so he didn't know--but it didn't really matter, because either way he was now just uncomfortable enough to not be able to ignore it, and not in enough pain to focus on it. Which meant he was thinking. Mostly about why it still hadn't worked. What did he do wrong? Persi shouldn't have even been able to do anything wrong; he wasn't supposed to be doing anything at all. Was that the problem? But when he had tried himself it had also failed. Was he supposed to do something first? But he had already done everything he was supposed to do... well, everything good, anyway.
...Did God want him alive so that he'd do evil things and guarantee that he'd go to Hell? That didn't sound like God, but nothing else made sense....
...Well if that was the case, too bad. Persi didn't feel like being evil.
...Assuming having that thought wasn't sufficiently evil in the first place. Whatever. If God really wanted him in Hell that much Persi was going anyway, so why not do what he wanted first?
Starting with... starting with not thinking about this anymore. That sounded good. Persi rolled onto his side before realizing that that should have been much more painful, decided not to question why it wasn't, and pulled the pillow over his head to try going back to sleep.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Feb 17, 2014 14:30:00 GMT -6
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Persi was fairly sure Aiden wasn't actually attempting to pull his arm off. It felt like it, particularly when he was being yanked in new directions, but given than the apparent alternative was Isabel it was probably still well intentioned. Isabel... well, was the alternative to well intentioned. So it shouldn't have been surprising that she also decided to be the alternative to not attempting to remove his arm.
It took a second longer for the pain to register than for Persi to react, and he had already stumbled, stopped running, and started to reach for the arm that hurt by the time he actually realized why. And probably yelled or screamed or something; he hadn't heard himself but he wasn't really paying that much attention anyway, and that was generally what you did when... stabbed? There was something sticking out of the back of his arm, right below his shoulder where he couldn't see it, and he could feel (and fairly soon see) blood soaking into the fabric around it. What was--oh, she could shoot those little knife things couldn't she? Was that it again? It probably was. Because a super speed spider form just wasn't enough.
...Please let it be the little shooty-knife things again and not something else.
Persi adjusted his grip when he noticed the edge of whatever it was starting to cut between his fingers, noticed he was kneeling, and stood up. And turned around, once he noticed he hadn't yet.
...He really hadn't thought enough to hope that Isabel would be gone, but it was still disappointing to see her there.
And Aiden. Well, Aiden's presence wasn't really disappointing so much as worrying. Isabel really wasn't known for limiting herself to one murder at a time. Persi tried to grab for Aiden, remembered he was busy holding a stab wound, carefully let go, then tried to grab and push Aiden again. "Go... call someone, or something." Whatever. Just don't stay.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Feb 3, 2014 16:26:33 GMT -6
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Persi's first thought when he woke up was that since he could hear an engine he must have fallen asleep in the car. His second was that since he felt hungry they must be on the way to grandmother's instead of home. His third was that the engine sounded completely wrong.
That was enough to wake him up completely. He was... definitely not in the car.
...And wasn't going to be. Right. All of... that. Persi was... not in the mood to think about it.
He had to sit up before he could figure out that the seats he could see the bottom of belonged to an airplane, and not a bus. That was... very confusing. Why was he in an airplane?
...Oh. Right. Psycho pirate guy.
...Why did psycho pirate guy have an airplane? Seriously. Of all things to give him, who ever thought that was a good idea? At least a regular ship would be limited to water. But no, they had to give the lunatic an airplane.
And... someone was talking to him. Friendly talking. Not arguing.
Well... hopefully Persi knew who to blame for giving him an airplane? Hopefully only one person in the world would think that was a good idea....
Persi managed to stand up surprisingly easily. He'd have expected it to be a lot shakier on anything that was technically just hurtling through the air under relative control. In theory. Persi would have been more confident in that 'under control' part of the theory if it had been basically anyone but the psycho pirate guy controlling it....
Anyway, he managed to stand up. And then spot Aiden, who did not seem to be awake. Persi was pretty willing to bet the psycho pirate guy was to blame for that too, even if he hadn't actually seen it.
So... now, should he go try to make psycho pirate guy and whatever lunatic gave the psycho pirate guy an airplane take them back home, or go see if Aiden was alive?
...Unconscious ex-roommates were much less scary than awake crazies with a plane.
Not that Persi had any idea what to actually do for Aiden. Was he supposed to do something? He had no idea. Um... figure out if Aiden was alive was a good start, probably.
Well, Aiden looked like he was breathing, so... that was good, probably? And he had the weird vague healing thing, so he'd probably be fine then, right? Right. That made sense. And meant Persi isn't have to do anything, which was good, because he had no idea what to do.
Shame he wasn't smart enough to become a doctor, or he could have decided to learn all that stuff.
And since Aiden was fine, that meant....
...You know what, Aiden would probably have better luck convincing the lunatics than Persi would. One of them clearly didn't like Persi already. So Persi should wake Aiden up. Except he had no idea how to do that.
