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 Blake (Persi) on May 25, 2013 3:30:21 GMT -6
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Persi blinked. Apparently Aiden wasn't that much of an artist, then. That might explain hiding the sketchbook. "Yeah, that's why you don't make many. And decide how many to make based on art, instead of money. Or just don't make it a set run of prints, and make them as people buy them." 'How many prints should I make' wasn't a question Persi ever planned on including money in the answer to. It wouldn't be very artistic.
Persi had kind of meant that comment to point out that you couldn't, but when he thought about it.... "A safety pin? I don't know. I don't think so. I guess if you could like, tackle someone and pin them down you could stab their eye with it, or keep stabbing at veins or something, but if you've got someone pinned like that it seems like there ought to be easier ways to kill them than a safety pin...." He shrugged. "I think they were just being stupid."
"Well a knife's more likely to kill you than a pin, anyway. The pin's got 'safety' right in the name, people cut themselves all the time with X-acto knives though." Persi certainly had cut himself a few times, though it hadn't ever quite needed stitches. "If you drop it, or it slips or something, and it happens to hit a vein. Some people are really stupid about realizing they're hurt. There was one kid in my class that cut herself and used the blood as paint, it was gross." Also kind of admirable, because it was difficult to go farther for art than that without being totally insane, though Persi was fairly sure she'd cut herself accidentally. "And water makes you drunk, actually." How it did that, Persi had no idea, but he distinctly remembered that it did.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 25, 2013 3:17:31 GMT -6
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That was... weird. And a bit unnerving. People knowing Aiden made sense; someone looking for Persi... made less sense.
Oh. Except for that. He'd kind of forgotten about that. Persi shifted and let the door open wider. "Oh. Hi. Um... what do you need? I don't really have like... birth certificates, or anything...." Or any clue what it took to register for a school. Or for a... whatever this was. He had his driver's license, luckily, but that was it, and he wasn't really very inclined to show that to anyone, anyway.
And on a side note... what kind of name was 'Gawain,' and why did someone working for a school look like a teenager? Persi had the sense to keep those comments to himself, though.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 25, 2013 3:07:25 GMT -6
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"Um." That was a question that Persi did not want to talk about. But he couldn't think of a way to answer without being really, really obvious about not answering. "Just... high school. Nowhere special yet." Persi had heard of high schools dedicated to art, but had known better than to bother looking at them, even when he was in middle school. There was no way his parents would've wasted money on sending him to an art school, even if there had been one nearby. "I just switched schools, so I don't really know what art classes the new one has."
"Oh." That was a much safer topic. "Do you know what you're doing for the internship?" Persi had a vague impression as internships being basically very short apprenticeships where you did all the work no one wanted to do and weren't paid, but didn't have any idea what work journalists wouldn't want to do.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 25, 2013 2:58:19 GMT -6
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"Maybe. It doesn't last too long, though... and I'm not sure how memorable math equations are, I might not be able to do anything with those." Persi certainly could never remember them, anyway, but then he couldn't stick things in his own head either. Not that he'd tried....
"I dunno. Science does have a lot of explosions." The shade was a relief, even if it wasn't that big of a difference. Still definitely an improvement. Persi turned an automatic attempt to scratch the side of his head in thought into pushing his hair out of his eyes. Seriously wherever he'd picked that up from needed to stop, it made no sense and it was cliche. "I don't think it'd be like, you have to. There's got to be someone whose mutation wouldn't help with anything, and someone whose mutation would help with everything. So more like... 'my mutation does this' would count for proof that you could do it. So if you did want to work in construction, you could just do it, not have to get training and then use dynamite anyway."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 25, 2013 2:14:41 GMT -6
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That was… not what Persi had been thinking of when he asked about something ridiculous, but he could work with that. Maybe. “Uh… I might, but not very well….” He’d had to learn for a gym class, once, a few years ago, and not thought about it since. Apparently that was what they were doing, though; it probably wouldn’t matter, since it wasn’t really like they were aiming to look professional anyway… hopefully it wouldn’t matter.
Shaking the band’s hands wasn’t something Persi had thought of. So that was convenient that Jude pulled him over in time; it would have been awkward if he’d ignored them.
The people watching… weren’t cheering like it was a famous band’s long-awaited concert, but then, Persi and Jude weren’t famous, a band, or long awaited. So that wasn’t really a surprise. They did seem to be having fun, even if a lot of it was in the form of amusement. So… that was about as good as Persi thought was realistic.
It was fortunate that the song was structured so easily; the first verse went well, though Persi wasn’t quite as enthusiastic as Jude, and he remembered to shut up for Jude’s verse, and then sing the chorus. That he had no trouble with, except that he was beginning to have to resist the urge to laugh; the chorus was catchy, and most of why people liked the song. So remembering that was no--wait what that was close. Persi had kind of forgotten that about tangoing. Tangoes. Whatever. Jude got a shocked look, then Persi closed his eyes to cover it and focus on singing the next verse. “Sparks have set the clouds alight, caught the dark and turned it bright. Glowing gold and diamond sky, make a wish, I think we’ll fly.
And it was Jude’s turn again. Persi was torn between surprised he’d survived this long, and shocked that he was starting to kind of enjoy it. He didn’t remember having a bunch of people staring at him and having it be a good thing before. It was a lot more fun than he’d have guessed.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 25, 2013 2:12:49 GMT -6
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Persi, in fact, had no idea what tree he was in. It was a pine tree in the forest, with nice, large (well, relatively) pinecones. Beyond that, he didn’t know; he’d walked for something like an hour or half hour after getting to the forest before climbing the tree, but that didn’t necessarily indicate that he’d been walking straight. If Persi could keep going in one direction, or turn in set amounts, his sense of direction was pretty good; a constant series of small, unplanned, often unconscious re-anglings of the direction he was walking made it a lot harder.
...Which might make getting back out of the forest a bit difficult. Probably not, though; he was pretty sure Brute would find him anyway. There had to be someone in the Mansion that could, and Persi wouldn’t be surprised at all that Brute got them to help. Really, he’d be shocked if he didn’t. The goal was just to make it a pain for Brute first. And to put off the inevitable misery, for that matter.
Escaping some of that misery… wasn’t going to happen, at least during the lesson. Though Persi was pretty sure that Brute couldn’t do anything worse without seriously breaking a few laws, so he probably wouldn’t be a whole lot more miserable than last time. His sketchbook, however, was protected; he’d gotten a second, filled it with practice sketches of random things, since he was willing to lose those, and hidden it under his bed. His actual sketchbook had been hidden down the back of a chair in the living room since the night before. Brute would have to be really obsessive to find it. And more than a bit stalkerish. Persi could lose the practice one.
In the meantime, he sat in the tree, pulled pinecones off of the branches in reach, and attempted to figure out how to juggle them. He had to pick a lot of new ones.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 24, 2013 13:45:30 GMT -6
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"Oh. I guess so." Persi wasn't sure that was really the right way to fix things, but it did seem effective. And, well... effective might be what mattered; if you were going to hell anyway, then being good didn't matter so much.
"We could all have jobs based on what we did. Like, we wouldn't need planes, because people could fly. And you could work for a construction company, blow up all the old buildings and statues and stuff that we don't want anymore. And I...." Persi's fantasy stuttered to an abrupt halt once he included himself in it. "I guess I'd be a tutor, or something? That would suck. Learn your times tables, or I'll stick Sesame Street in your head again!" Which might not actually work as a threat, considering the age of kids learning times tables.... "Or something."
Also, that was... kind of ridiculous. Persi generally tried to keep his imagination to drawing, not to anything he said out loud. "Um. Sorry, that was kind of ridiculous...."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 24, 2013 11:16:33 GMT -6
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This girl just kept getting crazier. Blake had no idea what to say to that. Except that maybe the people who found her didn't always necessarily deserve beatings; among other reasons for that suspicion, Blake was pretty sure he didn't. And even if he did, he got plenty of others in school, so this girl wasn't needed.
Well. That helped. Probably, anyway; Blake wasn't sure he was convinced he really trusted anything related to the crazy girl to be safe. It was his best chance, though. "Yeah." Blake didn't care too much about the crowd, really; getting stared at was hardly new, whether due to fights or any other reason. They were making it slightly harder to get away from the crazy girl though, mostly because they were leaving a nice empty space around Blake and the girl. He was getting to the edge of it, though. "See you." Hopefully not.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 24, 2013 10:40:27 GMT -6
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"Well... yeah." Blake... had no more idea how to deal with the crazy girl now that she wasn't trying to kill him. Of course they were only doing this because someone made them (her, though Blake wasn't going to argue; he'd been hit enough already, thanks), but you really weren't supposed to refuse an apology. Even if it wasn't genuine, or wasn't enough; you were supposed to say it was okay anyway.
...He also had no idea how to deal with what appeared to be a hippie wrestler who started preaching at him in the middle of the street. Weren't hippies supposed to be... basically anything but a wrestler?
Fortunately the hippie left before Blake had to respond, so Blake only had to deal with the crazy girl. He wasn't sure if that was an improvement or not. "Yeah, maybe...." He would, except for that whole already going to the mall thing. He'd put ice on it later, though. Or possibly at the mall, depending on how much it ended up hurting. And, unfortunately, he couldn't back up much farther without being distinctly out of conversational distance from her, which might offend her, and Blake really didn't feel like doing that. "Do you normally go around looking for people to beat up?"
...Oops. That was probably also not Blake's best choice.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 24, 2013 10:04:27 GMT -6
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Persi couldn't think of an answer to that. Or, he could sort of think of one, a little vaguely, but not well enough to put it into words and answer. Which was unfortunate, because he knew she was wrong--not that it wouldn't have been rude, but that it had happened; there was no way God could fail, He had just chosen to give humans free will, and humans had abused it. That wasn't God's failure.
That was a safer topic. Not Persi's favorite at all, but better than what they had been talking about. "I do art. Not really study it, formally, right now...." It was summer, after all. "But I have when I've had room in my schedule, with other classes." Which wasn't nearly as often as Persi would like, but that was... it had been supposed to improve. He had no clue whether the Mansion even had art classes, or how he'd get into them, or what classes they had.... He was going to have to figure that out.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 24, 2013 9:37:19 GMT -6
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Persi was home. Aiden was not, which was fortunate for Persi considering how awkward interacting with him was, though less fortunate for whoever was (Persi assumed) looking for him, especially since Persi had no clue where he was.
Of course, that might not be an issue either; who knew what mutation they had. Either way, they didn't seem to already know where he was, so Persi had better tell them that wherever Aiden was, it wasn't here. Bleh; he'd been enjoying napping... partly because he didn't have much else to do, even Persi couldn't draw all the time, but still. He didn't put much effort into wandering over to the door and opening it.
Nope, Persi had no clue who that was. Or why... well, mutants. Persi would just blame the dog in a school on mutants. That worked. "Aiden's not here, I don't know where he is."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 24, 2013 3:26:36 GMT -6
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"It... doesn't seem like the riots worked, though." Not for anyone. Not for Kaitlyn's goal, not for the X-men's, not for God's; they just hadn't worked. Persi didn't think he even had a goal and they still hadn't worked for him.
Oh. Well... Persi wasn't convinced the riots were a short term fix either, but a mutant country... actually didn't sound that bad. Apart from the time it'd take to move everyone around, and having to send mutant kids to the new country, it really did sound like a win-win. And, for that matter, Persi couldn't see why the X-men would object to it; sore losers maybe? Or just wanted to stay superheroes? "What do you think it would be like?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 24, 2013 2:08:06 GMT -6
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Persi did not say 'eep.' He had the wonderful luck to automatically shut up when afraid, so all 'eep's and similar thoughts stayed internal. It took a second for him to manage to get words out. Fortunately Kaitlyn was talking, so that was okay. "Yeah, I've... noticed that...." He hadn't noticed any problem with it; sure it was kind of bean on the humans' part, but it wasn't that bad; they could be much worse than they were if they wanted to. But he was aware of it.
That looked... kind of like Kaitlyn wanted a response. Newly terrifying Kaitlyn wanted a response that agreed with her. Which meant Persi definitely could not be honest. He supposed it wasn't that big a lie; beating someone--even a mutant--up for no reason was extreme, and the police were supposed to be better than average. Fair when no one else was or expected them to be. He didn't know what to say, though. "That... sucks. I don't know what would fix it, though...."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 24, 2013 1:28:32 GMT -6
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It turned out that captive rage was good for fueling effort. It also turned out that fueling effort was not so good for disposing of captive rage. By the time the lesson ended, he wasn't really seeing or hearing anything on a conscious level; enough seeped in to keep him obedient and on his feet, but otherwise he was aware of heartbeat and rushing blood and pain, and how dare he how dare he HOW DARE HE? Somewhere along the line he had twisted from Brute threatening him to his parents kicking him out in the first place to the church's priest not teaching them anything else to God making Persi a mutant to Persi being mad at God to Brute causing the entire chain to blind, howling fury. How dare he!
When the lesson ended, Persi didn't see the sketchbook, or comprehend anything Brute said. The compliments were lost, as was the apology; Persi wouldn't have believed them anyway, if he'd heard them. All that did filter through was done, after a moment, and as soon as it did Persi spun and left. How dare he how dare he how dare he howdarehe?!
Brute was saying something. Persi didn't know what it was, and didn't care. It took a few seconds to get speech past the fury (and soaked in it, though that wasn't intentional). "F*** you!" How dare he! How could he?
Persi made it about ten more steps before he couldn't stop himself from sprinting for the forest. Blood racing and exhaustion; his stomach was still bruised and twisted by cramps, his lungs were burning and he couldn't see past the headache and he could not lose the rage now, Persi needed to get to the forest.
He did get to the forest, eventually. And then the rage broke, mostly, except for a few sharp pieces he couldn't seem to hold onto any longer when he started crying.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 24, 2013 1:11:41 GMT -6
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"Okay." Persi had no problems with being left alone. This was one of the least annoying interruptions that he'd had to deal with so far, actually. The fact that he was tolerating interruptions at all was weird, but oh well; at least this one was short.
The crash, however, attracted Persi's attention again, and he looked over automatically. "Are you..." alright? The guy had tripped apparently, and.... "Did you--" just shrink?
..."Hey! You! You're that brat!"
Well that explained why Irri had been drawing. He hadn't. Persi stayed where he was, staring at the guy (brat) and trying to sort out the mix of annoyance, confusion, and a tiny bit of guilt. So that was why a kid was in a high school. Didn't make him any less a brat, but it made more sense.
