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 23, 2013 21:28:34 GMT -6
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"Hm." Persi... wasn't sure if he was happy or annoyed by that. He probably wasn't the sole laughably weak mutant in existence. But the others were probably all managing to live normal, happy lives, without being known and kicked out and stuck in a building full of living explosives. Alternately, he could just go back to envying humans. They had a much better deal after all; Heaven tended to beat living powers pretty thoroughly. That seemed much easier.
Arguments... were even less interesting than the sports they were about. And Persi definitely liked forests. "Sure. Is... Scotty," that was still not an appropriately hedge-like name, "going to be there too?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 21:05:43 GMT -6
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"Yeah, that's why I don't bother with calculous." And... after that point, Persi found his brain steadily shutting off as Aiden recited numbers. Or, if not shutting off, at least cringing away in stunned horror. His voice sounded as dazed by the numbers as his brain felt. "You probably could, actually, with the internet." Not that that helped Persi's point, any. Or maybe it did. He really wasn't sure anymore. "And yeah. That. Pi and logs and stuff. Don't work for me. Why are all the numbers things, anyway?"
Persi shrugged. "Hopefully. Probably by accident, though. I'm not sure I trust whoever decided to plant trees in an elementary school, but maybe they told wherever they bought them from what they were doing with them, and they could've picked small ones." Whoever grew and sold the trees, hopefully, had a little more respect for them. And a little more sanity.
And Persi could climb trees if they were inside. He could also climb trees if they were outside, which was after all what he'd been planning to do for a while. And Aiden was right there were climbable trees around. He picked one, made his way over, and began climbing. "I might fall onto cement, though. That would be a problem."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 20:37:53 GMT -6
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"Oh." Well, there went that hope. That was... annoying. At least, Persi supposed, it wasn't actually a bad sign. Just not a sign at all.
And as for annoying Irri.... "Yeah, most people who talk to either of us aren't very interested in being friendly." It was high school, after all, and they would have stood out enough even if there hadn't been two of them. With two of them, people started getting freaked out, and that gave them no chance to get along with most people. Which, fortunately, wasn't generally a problem, apart from the periodic bullies. "Where'd you see him?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 20:28:45 GMT -6
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Persi tried not to roll his eyes. "It probably would, and if it doesn't, the world won't end." Honestly. Persi would go to class when he didn't want to because it was easier than not going, but he wasn't actually bothered by the teachers' opinions. Aiden seemed to be the type who panicked at the idea of being less than a perfect student, no matter whether the difference actually mattered or not.
Persi was pretty sure that 'caveman' was not a verb. He was also pretty sure that pointing that out wouldn't really be useful. "Addition and basic equations work better for me than all the stupid calculous ones with thirty-digit decimal points." Eye rolls might be a problem, but snorting was probably allowed. Mostly because this one was directed at school, rather than a certain apparently school-obsessed roommate. "When they stop being stupid about that, maybe I'll care. I still don't think anything they want to teach is any use for me. I'm not going to college."
And speaking of school idiocy.... "No, they were full sized trees. Well, going to be, I guess, since you can't plant them full size. Because it would make the school environment nicer and therefore the kids would be healthier because seeing leaves does that, I guess." It was really stupid.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 18:42:16 GMT -6
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"Oh." That, at least, was something Persi wasn't ever going to have to worry about. Being weak was humiliating a lot of the time, but he wasn't ever going to hurt anyone, because he wasn't capable of it.
"Someone mentioned Sanctuary. Kaitlyn. She didn't say much about it, though." And it was beginning to sound like maybe there were more differences between it and the Mansion than he'd picked up. Anywhere that came close to ending someone probably wasn't a good place. Not that this place didn't seem to be capable of accidentally killing Persi... but that was probably a slightly different kind of almost ending.
"...Maybe." Persi didn't think so. He hadn't fit in at home, and now that he was here it was the same; he was weaker than everyone, and most people didn't like him anyway. It wasn't a very promising start. Arguing seemed likely to hurt her feelings, though, and even if not it would be rude. Besides, Persi was getting really tired of serious topics. "...Do you have a favorite movie?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 17:51:32 GMT -6
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Persi kept staring at the table. It did suck, or at least it felt like it, but it was also fair, so it wasn't really that bad, he was just being over sensitive. If it was fair, he shouldn't complain. Which didn't mean he was going to get Irri caught--if Irri got to live better than fair, Persi wasn't going to take that away. But he still shouldn't complain that he'd started to get what he deserved. "It's... not that bad. It could be worse." That much, at least, Persi was sure of, and pretty sure everyone was aware of. "Someone showed me this place pretty quickly." Largely because they'd been going there anyway, and they'd only met because Isabel tried to kill him, but still. It hadn't had to happen.
...Also, he was supposed to be eating. About two thirds of the syrup half were still left, and it wasn't like Persi was full. Certainly not starving either, but not full. Even if his appetite had mostly died at the last few thoughts. Still, it wasn't like the pancakes tasted bad, and it would be rude not to eat. Persi was still much slower about beginning to eat again.
And this silence might not be as awkward as others, but it was making up for that by being depressed. "Um. So." Not that Persi knew how to end the silence. He was kind of bad at that. "I don't really know many people here." That he got along with, anyway. "Who do you know?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 17:14:55 GMT -6
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"Um." This also would have been an uncomfortable topic, if Persi wasn't busy being embarrassed about it. Which might qualify as uncomfortable too, but was at least a slightly better uncomfortable. "He can like... put a thought in someone's head. Make them think of it. I can make whatever they're thinking of stick, so they'll keep thinking about it. But it works a lot better with things that stick anyway... I just make things more memorable, sort of. So we weren't sure if I was making things stick, or if they just were sticking."
All embarrassment was forgotten at her next question, and Persi went white while his head snapped back up to look at her. "No! No, he's... they don't know he's a mutant. And he's stubborn, and kind of an idiot, if they find out he'd start yelling at them or something, and they'd shoot him." Panic died out fairly quickly, and Persi was back to hunching his shoulders and staring at the table. "He was sick when they found out about me, so he was at home, so they either told him I was hit by a car or that a mutant killed me. Hopefully the car, he doesn't always trust them when they blame mutants for things...."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 16:41:12 GMT -6
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The wiggling was... kind of adorable. Also kind of weird, since Persi was fairly sure (though beginning to have doubts) that this girl was an adult. But, well, some people were odd, and there were far worse ways to be odd than by being more adorable than you were supposed to.
"Oh." Yeah, okay, Persi definitely did not want to hear about those books. Even less than she seemed to want to talk about them. Definitely time for a topic change. "Do you like reading?"
And the snake was a perfect model. If Persi could get him to keep his tongue out so he could draw it more easily, that might be better, but otherwise he couldn't think of anything. And he wasn't sure snakes were able to keep their tongues out, anyway. It was awkward enough to do as a human. Either way, he didn't know how to get the snake to do that, so he took advantage of the woman being still to sketch her head, where the snakes attached to it, so that he could fill in the details of the snakes next.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 16:32:30 GMT -6
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That... was probably a question Persi should have expected. He hadn't, though, and his immediate response to it was to half choke and start coughing. Not for too long, but that the question had surprised him was probably still obvious. "Um." How exactly was he supposed to tell that story? It wasn't really one he liked, or one anyone here would probably want to hear, at least not accurately.
"I wasn't sure for a long time, it's not really an obvious one. We--my twin--kind of wondered, but we couldn't tell. His was a little more obvious though, so since we're identical we figured I had to have one," and that was the only good thing about it at all; Persi wasn't going to abandon Irri to hell for being a mutant, even if the only alternative was to be one too, "so we tried it, and figured it out. We were thirteen, maybe?"
And then Persi had locked himself in his room for days, and started wearing black so he could mourn because he was pretty sure at the time that sinning meant your soul was already dead, and the sin had possessed you which was why you still seemed alive. Like vampires, basically, only real. He'd figured out eventually that that was wrong--Irri lecturing him over it had helped--if only because if the soul died because the sin pushed it out, then the soul wouldn't have sinned so it couldn't go to hell. Mutants went to hell, so his soul couldn't have died. He'd never decided if that was a relief or a disappointment, but he'd kept wearing black; it was a nice color anyway.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 16:20:08 GMT -6
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"That's helpful." Permanent, automatic insurance against strangling was a good thing to have, really. Passing out would suck, sure, but once you woke up that'd be it, as far as Persi knew.
And she was fidgeting. Which was mildly annoying; Persi preferred to be able to draw someone who stayed still. He was technically drawing the snake right now though, and fidgeting was still less moving than a lot of the people that Persi drew (without their knowledge, but he was only practicing and they were rarely recognizable based on the sketches he did, so whatever), so it wasn't actually a problem. "I'm drawing the snake now, so you can move if you want to." And hopefully not move so much once he did start drawing her.
Another distraction might help with that. If he could think of something to distract her with. That took a minute to think of. "What books were you looking for?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 13:05:10 GMT -6
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"I was thinking more of homicidal, actually." Which meant it probably wasn't a good idea to say that, but hey, it wasn't like the girl could get much crazier. Unless she had a butcher knife hidden somewhere on her, anyway, and if that was the case, Persi was just running. Screw appearances, Persi was not sticking around homicidal lunatics with butcher knives, even if said lunatic happened to be a girl.
That... was a relief. Really weird and probably something Persi was supposed to be ashamed of, but he could do that later; for now he was busy being relieved that someone had stopped crazy girl. And that apparently she wasn't crazy enough to attack everyone, just him. Although the resulting implication that Persi somehow looked like good bait for crazy homicidal girls was less than reassuring.
Persi stared awkwardly back. Was he actually supposed to accept a 'sorry' from someone who'd just been trying to kill him.
Oh, nevermind; of course he was. He didn't want to, and couldn't get himself to actually forgive her, but he was supposed to. He could at least try to pretend. "Um... it's okay." That didn't stop him from taking another step back, in case she got offended at the less-than-enthusiastic acceptance of her apology.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 12:45:22 GMT -6
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Ow. Okay, that was slightly more painful than Persi had expected. Primarily the whole attempting to crush his stomach thing. He couldn't really think of a better option, though, so he'd live with it. It was probably going to happen a lot, really, so he'd better. For the moment though, he was staying where he was. He could even see Brute, out of the corner of his eye, to glare at him. "F*** you." Not that he expected Brute to care at all, considering how gleeful he was, but it was still nice to say. Although if Brute was this gleeful after every time he knocked Persi over, Persi was really going to have to get used to being hit hard....
After a minute Persi recovered enough (and got bored), rolled over onto his back, and eyed Brute. Not for any particular reason, but with the way he was circling and the way that tended to end for Persi, being able to see him was sort of reassuring, a little bit. Persi would prefer to know when he was going to be kicked, thanks. "You know you're not actually a shark, right? That looks really stupid." Slightly creepy too, but that was mostly because Persi had something of an aversion to people who became cheerful by beating up others. Which, in his opinion, was a perfectly justifiable aversion and one that a lot more people needed to have.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 12:24:19 GMT -6
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"That... is not very reassuring," was the politest response Persi could think of. Wondering out loud if there really wasn't any safer place he could go had a decent chance of immediately making the place even less safe for him. Plus, he was already pretty sure there wasn't anywhere safer. Unless there was some reason that exploding mutants really liked the Mansion, which seemed unlikely.
"Okay...." Persi was going to have to figure out a way to never, ever bump into anything again. Too hard didn't seem to be very hard at all, considering how the trash can had just exploded. And... Persi really had nothing more to talk about, for the moment. He went back to watching the basketball game.
Hm. Actually, maybe he did have a question, even if Persi wasn't sure he wanted to actually know the answer. "Do you think most mutations are more like... that? And yours? Or like mine? You only ever hear about really impressive ones, but...."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 2:56:48 GMT -6
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"Hm." Persi found himself looking away from the drawing, and his eyes landed on the smoothie. That was a comfortable place to stare. "Maybe."
He was pretty sure not, though. There had only been good guys, once. Someone had to fall for good to be exceptional, sure, but not for good to be good. And good being exceptional because most people were bad... was not a desirable world. Even if it was the only world that Persi could exist in.
He couldn't change it, though. That was a mercy. Persi couldn't go back and undo sin, and he couldn't get rid of it now that it existed. All he could do was try to avoid as much of it as possible himself, which was much easier.
It also wasn't something he needed to worry about all the time, which was a relief. He certainly didn't want to think about it now. "It's probably bad to appreciate that they fell, though."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 23, 2013 1:54:03 GMT -6
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Of course Brute picked Persi up. Persi hadn't expected much else--well, he'd expected a bit more yanking than picking, but the effect was the same. And it wouldn't be very productive to damage Persi's arms at the beginning of a lesson; presumably if Bruce was in charge of training Persi, someone was looking for actual results from said training eventually. So Persi's arms were safe, and his legs probably were too, at least for a while, even though his head seemed not to be. His feet settled into a somewhat firmer stance once he was up, which he noticed a bit too late was at least sort of similar to what Brute had been trying to teach him before. Damn.
The realization wasn't necessary, but still fed quite effectively into his glare at being called a child and taunted over the sketchbook. He knew he wasn't getting his artwork back already, thank you very much asshole. Assholes, if he included whoever had brought it. Taunting him more, about something that... personal was an acceptable adjective... was wholly unnecessary.
Run through the punches Persi knows. Right, as if Persi knew any punches by now. Certainly he didn't know any punches that Brute would approve of.
Of course, that didn't mean Persi didn't have some idea how to fight. He was a small, unathletic guy in high school who dressed oddly. Having a twin around helped, but wasn't nearly enough.
So. Persi couldn't knock Brute over; for one thing, there was no way he could argue that tackling was a punch, and for another, it was entirely plausible that he just wouldn't be able to knock him over. That would be pathetic. Well, it was pathetic, but Persi felt no need to demonstrate it.
So instead, Persi waited until Brute was behind him, stepped backwards to get close enough, and spun. His arm was out, bent, and his hand was in a fist like he did in fact remember being told not to do, but considering it was his elbow aiming for Brute anyway, that shouldn't matter.
If this worked... well, Persi had no idea what to do. He was assuming that it wouldn't.
