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?
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Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 24, 2013 0:59:43 GMT -6
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"Oh. Uh... okay...." Persi... didn't see a problem with making humans happy, really. Whether or not it made mutants unhappy. That was how things were supposed to work. He definitely did see a problem with telling Kaitlyn that, though. He'd rather not get an explosion thrown in his face, thanks. Plus, there was no reason to think she wouldn't tell others, and then he'd have to deal with a lot more than an explosion. "So... what do you think they should do, then?"
Persi shook his head. "No, not really." He hadn't even known there were riots until a few days in, and certainly didn't know the cause. "I wasn't really watching TV much when they started." By which he meant, he'd been kicked out and there was no TV to watch.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 24, 2013 0:35:01 GMT -6
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...Persi didn't want to be kicked out.
And considering how common kicked out seemed to be here, Brute probably knew it. Certainly knew it, since he was using it against Persi. And Persi hated him for that, even more than for taking the sketchbook.
Fine. It took some time, but Persi managed as close to the stance as he could remember. It probably wasn't right anyway, but he really, honestly couldn't learn these things that well. He'd tried plenty of times; it didn't work.
But fine. Brute wanted effort, Persi could do that. Not skill, and not talent, and not ability, but it turned out that there was plenty of effort to be had when he was furious and didn't have any way to express it at all. So Persi could do effort.
And his eyes hurt because of the sun, and his head was pounding because he was glaring and clenching his teeth, and his heart was racing because he was furious, because Brute did not have the right to do that. Except he did.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 24, 2013 0:23:02 GMT -6
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Persi jumped at Andrea's reaction. He fortunately managed not to squeak. "Um... he said I needed to learn not to piss off an X man. And so he was going to teach me to fight. I don't really get that logic.... And, um, he said he punched me accidentally because I got in the way." Persi might have no fondness whatsoever for pink haired guy, but he didn't really feel like being punched more now, and getting the guy in trouble was probably a good way to be punched more. Plus, he didn't want Andrea mad at him if she did manage to find the guy and he said Persi hadn't said something that turned out to be important. "Oh. And, um, he was going to let me punch him, but I didn't." No need to add that he hadn't because he knew he couldn't hit hard and would just be mocked more for it. Besides, he really didn't want to turn into pink haired guy.
And then they were moving again. And in a room, and Andrea was giving him clothes, and somehow she'd stolen his when she left. Persi took time to blink at the door and wonder how she'd managed that before eyeing the clothes. They... actually weren't too much bigger than him; the belt might not even be needed. Considering the experiences he'd had with the sweatpants though, he was wearing it anyway, just in case. They hadn't seemed too big either.
...Well. Until they fell down immediately after putting them on. They hadn't fallen that much, though. Still. Belt.
The shirt got a somewhat more skeptical look. 'I punch people'? Persi... really didn't feel like wearing that. Especially if they were going to go look for the guy he'd refused to punch. There was just too much opportunity to mock him there. Also, who wore a shirt that said 'I punch people'? No one that Persi could imagine being nice enough to be associated with Andrea. Maybe she had a... no, she'd said her brother was a little kid. Hm.
Persi spent enough time contemplating the shirt that he was only just getting it on--inside out, so that it wouldn't be about punching people--when Andrea returned. Once it was on, he looked at Andrea. "Um, who is Saph, and why are you entitled to his pants?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 23:51:10 GMT -6
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"Okay...." Persi had no idea who Saph is, or why he (or Andrea) was entitled to Saph's pants, but he was pretty sure arguing wouldn't be heard at this point, much less listened to. And he didn't want to keep wearing pants that would fall off. He'd tried to just wear them as pajamas, which mostly worked even though his clothes were still a bit damp in the mornings, but after the "training" he had just felt too disgusting not to shower.
"Uh...." Persi was sensing a bit of a miscommunication here. Possibly several. "I'm okay, it's just a bruise. And, uh, I don't think he's really a boy, he said he was an X man...." Not that Persi was totally sure what that meant, but it did include 'man' in the name.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 23:45:06 GMT -6
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"Drawing weird things is good practice. If you draw things you know too much you start drawing what you know is there instead of what you see, drawing weird things means you have to draw what you see because you don't know what it's supposed to look like." The answer might have been poorly phrased, but it probably would have made more sense if Persi had been putting much thought into it. It was automatic, though; as soon as he did actually think about the comment, he blinked and looked up from the sketch. "Irr--my brother doesn't draw much, though, unless I make him or he's trying to draw an album cover. So that's weird...."
Unless he had been trying not to draw around Persi, since Persi was undeniably the better artist of the family (and willing to say so, since it was the only thing he was better at). That was a large part of why Persi had stayed out of music, too.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 23:38:17 GMT -6
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Well that was less painful than expected. Persi had expected to be kicked, maybe stepped on, something like that. Instead, he was just pulled up again.
And Brute seemed to regret not kicking him. That made more sense. At least Persi's world was predictable.
...And Brute found a way around it. Almost as predictable. Ducking, of course; like Persi was actually going to succeed at that. Bruce must have some fairly strict rules for what he could do to Persi, if he was going to that much effort to make beating him up legitimate.
And to taunt him. Also predictable, though annoying. "Yeah right." As if Persi was ever going to be good at this stuff. Maybe if he set up some sort of trap to keep Bruce still he could punch him, but that didn't seem particularly practical, and wasn't a good thing to do anyway.
Persi did duck. In the more literal, untrained sense, while jumping backwards. He was absolutely certain that was not what Bruce had in mind, but that was too bad; it had worked, which the duck he was supposed to be learning almost certainly wouldn't.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 23:27:35 GMT -6
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"Yeah." Pink hair was a bit odd, but not that unbelievable. Persi had black, green and blue hair. ...And blonde hair, at the moment, but that wasn't intentional. He just couldn't do anything about it.
"Outside?" That probably wasn't what she meant. "I don't know, he's probably somewhere around here...."
Damn. She had noticed. Persi tried to pretend he wasn't blushing. And scrambled to both hold his clothes, hold up Aiden's pants, and not trip over said pants when Andrea started dragging him along. "Um... they're sweatpants. They don't have belt loops." Even though Persi now dearly wished they did. "And, um... what boy?" He had no idea how a boy had gotten involved in this, unless she meant Aiden, and Persi didn't know how she'd know who he'd gotten the pants from, or why they'd then be looking for him.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 23:11:27 GMT -6
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"Oh." He had a body. That wasn't leaves. That was nice. The mental image of said body probably laying as if dead somewhere was a little less reassuring, but at least he wasn't actually made of leaves. "As long as he doesn't grab me again."
"Um...." Persi thought, then shrugged. "I don't know. Not much, I guess. I know they exist, that's about it...." And that they were mutants, but Persi didn't have much room to criticize them on that detail. "Why?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 23:05:08 GMT -6
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"You really don't like being very informative, do you?" Granted, it wasn't information that Persi cared about, beyond that Irri hadn't been seen in the last few weeks, at least by this guy. Beyond that, it was all automatic curiosity at best. So he was perfectly content to go back to his sketch and tune out the unknown guy.
The sketch was... turning out to be difficult. He'd been attempting to draw a shelf across the room, and it didn't seem to look right, but he couldn't actually figure out what was wrong with it. When he looked at details, or pieces, or measurements, everything should have been right... it was just when he looked at the whole thing that something seemed off. This was why he didn't like drawing objects much. Of course, the guy was now in front of the shelf... but Persi didn't really have any more interest in him, and he needed to practice. So he pointed the pencil in his hand past the guy. "I was drawing the shelf behind you. Do you mind...?" The pencil flicked to the side.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 22:54:17 GMT -6
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"Gah!" Persi had not had any particularly strong expectations for what Andrea was doing there, but that was definitely not a reaction that had entered the realm of possibility yet. "Ow." Bruises were perfectly capable of being painful when pressed against someone's chest, too, it turned out. Especially when they were still new enough to hurt on their own. "Can I breath?" And not add bruised ribs to the list? That would be nice.
The answer turned out to be yes, fortunately. Once he could he realized his clothes were now dripping on his feet, and the water was soaking into the pants he was wearing. That was... not appreciated. He moved them away, checked that the sweatpants weren't falling down again (they had, a handful of inches, so hopefully she hadn't noticed before he pulled them back up), and sorted through her questions. "Um. I'm fine. Some idiot with pink hair decided he was going to teach me martial arts, and punched me in the face a couple times. He said it was an accident the first time." And then kept grinning. Also, Persi probably should have learned the pink haired idiot's name... but whatever. Hopefully he wouldn't have to deal with him again.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 22:44:42 GMT -6
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Persi shrugged, though that may not have been visible since he was also reaching for the next branch at the time. "Could figure out how much you want for all of them, though, and divide it. And--" he had to pause as he scrambled to the next branch, "--it'd be a bad way to buy art a piece at a time, yeah. Although it could happen, since it's online, people could always come back when other people had bought the rest of it so they could see the whole thing. But people will buy some really stupid things, so it might be worth trying." Perhaps not worth it for Persi to try, he despaired over humanity enough. But someone could probably try it.
"The idea was that people could use the pin to murder someone. Besides, the worst a safety pin can do is prick someone, knife could kill you by accident." Not that he'd heard of one doing that, but they were sharp, and people got cut by them regularly. All that had to happen was for the knife to hit a vein, and the person not to notice. Which... technically was not an extent that Persi had thought of before, but oh well. It was true.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 22:27:53 GMT -6
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Persi did not appreciate the pink haired guy's idea of training. Especially not the punching-Persi-in-the-face part. Equally annoying, though, was the make-Persi-exhausted part; it had been at least half an hour, probably longer since Persi had gotten back inside, showered, and washed his clothes, and his arms still felt like the muscles were being stretched too thin. The rest of him was still tired (and in the case of his face, decorated with a now very visible bruise), but not as bad as his arms. Which was good, he wasn't sure he'd have been able to convince himself to walk if his legs had been.
They weren't, though, and he was walking back from the showers to his room, with the sleeves of Aiden's shirt pushed up his arms, his own (still slowly dripping, though he'd tried wringing them out and holding them under the air dryer) clothes hanging from one hand while the other hovered free, in case the sweatpants decided to try falling off again. His hair, of course, was dripping too, but he'd given up on making it stop. It would dry off on its own eventually.
...Why was Andrea knocking on his door? Dripping hair and clothes, bruises, and tired muscles were (mostly) forgotten when Persi discovered the snake-haired woman. By his door, knocking. He... really could not think of any reason for that, at all. "Um, Andrea?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 22:14:40 GMT -6
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"The self defense instructor that told me to attack him." Arguably. Maybe. The order could be interpreted as such, anyway, if you wanted it to. Besides, Brute had had Persi punch him (or his hands, anyway) to practice last time, so that only made it logical that Persi was supposed to punch him now.
...If palms counted as punching, so did elbows.
"Hm. Sure," Persi decided. If he was going to be spending the same amount of time 'training' either way, he saw no reason not to take breaks. Long breaks, while laying on the ground. The weather wasn't that bad. He folded his arms behind his head. It stretched his stomach a little bit painfully, but not much, and that was fading pretty quickly.
Persi knew it was probably an incredibly stupid thing to close his eyes. He did it anyway.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 21:59:16 GMT -6
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"That I'm not going to class." Admittedly, the point had gotten kind of buried. "And I meant like, pi and log and things. Why name a number after pie or logs?"
He waited until he was comfortably sitting on the first branch of the tree to comment on art. "For art... I dunno. Could sell prints maybe; pay more and you get more colors, or more of a set. Or a digital painting, for every dollar anyone pays more of it's revealed, so fifty people can all pay two dollars to reveal a hundred dollar painting." Which didn't actually seem like a good way to buy, to Persi's mind, but it might be worth trying. People bought odd things sometime.
Persi did indeed miss the look, but did not miss the pointed comment. "Dirt wouldn't necessarily go as far as the branches, especially once it's older. And just because they're obsessed with safety doesn't mean they're smart about it. I got detention last year for having a safety pin, but X-acto knives are totally fine. Even when I told them about the knives they said those were okay, because they're class materials." Which, to be fair, they were, and no one could see them; the safety pin had been on the edge of a pocket, so it was visible. That did not make it any less stupid in Persi's mind. "And my middle school tried making the school safer by banning red clothing once." The parents had actually been intelligent enough to take care of that one. As if sneakers with red stripes were gang signs, really. Who came up with that?
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 21:46:40 GMT -6
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New guy who'd met Irri sounded annoyed. Oh well; he looked too normal to really be friendly anyway. Which was ironic enough to amuse Persi; even among mutants there were the popular kids and the weird ones.
That... technically answered Persi's question, but was utterly unhelpful. "Yeah, my brother eats lunch." What a shocking fact.
Although, that did bring up another interesting fact. "You go to the high school? Not," Persi waved his hand at the room around them, "here?" He'd been under the impression that that didn't really happen. Even if it did, he didn't see any particular point to it.
...Then again, he'd just imagined Kaitlyn in a chemistry lab. Maybe he did see a reason.
