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 21, 2013 21:41:16 GMT -6
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...Persi did not need that reminder. Turns out, it hurts more when someone else accidentally reminds you of something than if you accidentally remind yourself. Odd, but pretty clearly true after the last few days. He scowled. "I have a twin, so actually, yeah, there is another me somewhere." Probably. Irri was probably fine. He wasn't stupid enough to do something stupid if he thought Persi was already gone and couldn't be saved. Persi was almost sure.
Also, the speech sounded familiar. Not enough to actually place it, of course, but familiar. Then again, Persi would remember weird speech like that pretty well; he might not necessarily be remembering this guy. And weren't kids supposed to have generally learned how to avoid speech problems like this by the time they were teens anyway? He was pretty sure he'd have reminded that combination. So... probably this guy had met Irri.
...Actually... if he'd met Irri recently... that could prove Irri was fine. Which might be enough for Persi to not hate the guy for reminding him to worry. "So when did you meet him?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 21:31:52 GMT -6
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Persi... could not really argue with that. He felt pretty broken. In a much more weird-leaf-man-related way than normal. He watched the leaf guy... dissolve?
...Persi buried his face in his hands. "Please tell me there is nothing weirder than that. And the dirt eating." He didn't know which was weirder, really. He didn't even care that leaf guy might hear him. Broken was a pretty good description.
Apparently they were walking again, though, so Persi needed to see. Which meant he couldn't keep hiding in his hands. Damn. He dropped them and walked, keeping a certain minimum distance from the hedges. Screw pride, his brain could not handle being kidnapped by a bush again. "Sanctuary?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 21:23:26 GMT -6
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Persi hadn't consciously been seeking solitude, but it was what he expected. A distraction wasn't entirely unwelcome at this point--and probably not a bad idea either--but he was still surprised he managed not to jump. Apparently his emotions were too tired to overreact right now. Well, he was hardly going to complain about that.
Instead he looked over, and blinked when he recognized Aiden. Thinking of him as a roommate was still... weird. Having a roommate--that wasn't Irri, that was a roommate instead of a brother--was weird. Fortunately, no one ever asked him about any of that.
He had probably better deal with the questions he'd been asked, though. He managed to smile, and it felt empty and fake and perfectly shamed and believable. That was... kind of scary, actually. But not the time to think about that. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" Within the limits of being a mutant, being kicked out, being stabbed and healed and dumped in a building full of mostly terrifying or weird people who largely seemed to dislike him. Considering all that, fine.
...Persi was suddenly significantly happier to have Aiden for his roommate, once he considered the alternatives.
It took another second to glance away from the sunglasses--Persi was pretty sure Aiden wore those while sleeping at this point--and down. He blinked again, and his tone became much more interested. "You're drawing? You draw?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 21:12:36 GMT -6
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Persi took a second to thank God--a bit more deliberately--when he got to stop. He had not known that fighting could make your hands cramp. Or how painful breathing could be. Well, maybe he did know that; there was the summer his dad... his father had made him try football. That probably had more to do with the fractured ribs, though. He was pretty sure they were fine right now, he was just tired. "And how am I supposed to--" no. Persi was not giving the guy an opportunity to insist that they practice more. Even if it was a logical question. He was perfectly content to forget this, thanks.
He also wasn't going to let the guy think that punching Persi in the face was a good way to make him shut up, either, though; that would just encourage him to do it more. "Art doesn't kill people. ...Except sometimes the artist. That's politic's fault though. And wouldn't weapons just make it easier for me to beat people up?"
"No." That decision was one he'd been leaning toward anyway; it had become certain sometime during the last... well, it felt like several hours, but it probably would. Either way, Persi wasn't punching the guy, no matter how much he deserved it. Persi at least wanted to hang onto what things he could do correctly, and not hitting anyone was one. Fortunately he could sort of breath again by that point, so he was able to turn around and start walking back toward the Mansion. Slowly, but still, it should prove the point.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 20:09:26 GMT -6
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Persi guessed that made sense. Why boxing was good groundwork, and why there were so many other fighting styles if it was the best one... made less sense. But whatever. Persi didn't care, or have the energy to think about it much, either.
Being able to hear what he was supposed to do was useful. Also kind of embarrassing, but useful. And helped make remembering the names easier.
Run through at full speed... it was like they were doing some sort of experiment. Or stunt work, maybe; that might be closer. If the 'stunt work' they were doing actually involved stunts and not just... punching. Badly. Ugh. This had better be over soon.
In the meantime.... "How do you know--" Speaking while attempting to punch was bad. Persi probably should have remembered he was having enough trouble breathing already. That normally wasn't something he had to worry about. He caught a breath as quickly as he could. "--that boxing is better?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 19:47:28 GMT -6
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Persi really needed to just give up on drawing in the living room. Or any public place at all, it seemed. He hadn't even managed to sit down this time before someone yelled at him. At least this time they were probably going to be honest about interrupting him, and not get mad at him for being annoyed at the interruption. Persi sighed, turned around, and saw... a complete stranger. Who was apparently furious with him.
"...Me? Do I know you?" Persi carefully backed up the rest of the way to the chair he'd been aiming for, and sat. And kept an eye on the other guy. He did not open the sketchbook he was carrying. He had no clue what was going on, but sketching was probably not going to be it.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 19:14:26 GMT -6
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"Scotty?" The name seemed... hedges were not supposed to be named Scotty. They weren't supposed to have names, but if they did, Persi was pretty sure that Scotty was not an appropriately hedge-like name. Maybe something like Oak.
Oh. Possessed hedges. That was much more logical. No it wasn't, but Persi's brain was already overloaded, so he was going to tell himself it was and hope that helped.
...Or, that could happen. Persi got his arm back, folded his arms, and sulked at the comment on his mutation. Of course it was true, but that didn't mean he had to say so.
...Persi supposed it wasn't his fault though, so Persi unfolded his arms enough to shake the hand that was offered. And to have to look up to see the guy's... face. That was a face. Probably. Persi was going to have to redo his definition of face.
Also? His face. Made of leaves. And all of him. Made of leaves. And Megatron and giant voice from everywhere and Persi's brain was curled up in a corner whimpering. "Oh God this school is weird. My brain hurts."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 18:58:16 GMT -6
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"Too bad." Persi had seen Star Wars, but he hadn't been obsessed enough to keep memorizing quotes years later. Also, disappointing the guy was hardly a down side.
Being told to stop was... mixed. On one hand, stopping. On the other, interruptions. He settled for relief, and attempting to breath. "Why boxing?"
That was... a lot to remember in a row. Jab, cross, uppercut left, uppercut right, hook left, hook right, duck, jab, cross, uppercut left, uppercut right, hook left, hook right, duck, jab, cross, hook left, hook right, uppercut left, uppercut right, duck, cross, jab, uppercut... something... okay, Persi was officially lost. That caused another scowl, and an exhale that might have been a growl if it had been louder, though the glare was directed at his hands instead of the guy this time.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 17:52:50 GMT -6
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"No, hate's a sin too." Not one Persi could always prevent himself from committing, but he certainly wasn't going to try to hate.
"Gee, thank you." Persi could figure out that it was basic stuff himself, thanks very much. He did not need to be reminded that succeeding was less than the minimum, much less at the same time as he was reminded he was only barely succeeding. Well intentioned did not really make up for screwing up. The path to hell, and all.
Of course, Persi's path to hell seemed to be paved with thoughts, and fenced in with genes. Good intentions still did him absolutely no good, but they weren't the problem either. Might be the reason it wasn't paved with thorns, too. Probably there were just a lot of paths.
And the punches were getting harder to duck. Persi did not appreciate the fact. He was still wearing the clothes he'd had at the protest, and the day had been significantly cooler then. He was definitely going to need to shower after this.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 17:23:03 GMT -6
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"Why would you think I could dodge? I just said I can't." Not that Persi expected anything he said to make the slightest bit of a difference anymore. That would not stop him from criticizing the guy.
Okay, dodging he was willing to learn. That, he actually put some effort into imitating what he could see. Which... did not make it feel any less awkward. Possibly more, since he was paying attention. A bit of the effort overflowed to the punches, too.
Clearly not enough. Or too much. Either way, Persi got punched again. He managed not to fall, since he'd been mostly expecting it, but still had to stumble back and try to get back into the position he'd been in. "Asshole." And not the least bothered by it, apparently.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 16:31:44 GMT -6
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"Most smoothies are." Persi was used to brain freezes. Not fond of them, of course, but used to them. He could deal with brain freezy.
And oh thank God he was right about assuming what that meant. That made it much less awkward. Still fairly panic-inducing until he was sure that was what she meant, but less awkward. Thank you adrenaline, you can go away now.
And the couch was nice. He wasn't particularly tired, but the dose of adrenaline was making it seem kind of like it, so sitting down was nice. Until she asked about the angels, at which point he squirmed. "Um... yes. Falling angels, technically." Falling, or fallen; the second was more of what he was concerned about. His last few ideas had been a bit... demonic. And gruesome. Not that he was good at drawing headless corpses, but the idea was still there. "You can see if you want...." He'd already told her, after all, so it didn't matter if she saw that much.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 16:08:43 GMT -6
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"What is wrong with you?" Seriously, even if Blake had bumped into her--which he was not convinced of, but what not going to argue about--that did not justify attacking anyone like this. Also, wow this girl could hit hard.
And fast. Blake did indeed double over to grab his stomach, then get knocked back when she hit his head. He managed to stay on his feet, barely. "Are you insane?" He was oblivious to the watching (and in one case, applauding) passerbys; he was slightly focused on the crazy girl trying to kill him.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 15:53:28 GMT -6
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"That seems... really weird. Dirt?" That part was just too much for Persi's brain to get past. "That doesn't seem like... it's dirt. What's in dirt that anyone needs to eat?" Other than bugs maybe, but you'd think if that was the goal, they could just get bugs on their own. Enough other places did, it shouldn't be that hard.
Oh. Yeah, ceilings tended to be a little more guarded than trees. Persi (rather obviously) hadn't thought of that. "That makes sense."
"WHAT THE F***!" Persi jumped what felt like a foot in the air, but was not enough to save both his ankles. One was claimed by the hedge gods. The other he held as far away as possible, in the hopes of saving it, and pulled at the ankle that had been grabbed. "Hedge gods?" Persi was significantly more shocked than scared, but the difference might have been hard to see. When escaping the hedge gods didn't work, he remembered Kaitlyn and looked at her.
...She was laughing. That was... obnoxious, really, but technically probably meant this was just bewildering and nonsensical and not actually dangerous, so he relaxed. But kept trying to pull his captured ankle free. "What is going on?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 15:44:50 GMT -6
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"Unless they're down, apparently. You seem to enjoy giving out those." Maybe an exaggeration, but oh well. It wasn't like the guy hadn't been constantly criticizing Persi since he appeared.
...Which he immediately followed by not being critical. Figured. And what if Persi didn't want to keep doing it like that, anyway?
"If I--s***!" And Persi was on the ground. With a face that would probably be bruised in a minute, and what might be a twisted ankle. Only slightly twisted, really closer to an unexpected stretch than anything, but still. He felt he had plenty of justification for glaring. "The hell was that for?"
...Persi did not believe it was an accident. For one thing, he hadn't exactly jumped in the way. For another, the guy looked far too pleased to actually be sorry. Persi stood back up without help, thank you, and with grumbling. "Asshole." Once he was back on his feet (the ankle, indeed, was only barely twisted, and not a problem) he folded his arms and glared.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 15:09:24 GMT -6
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That worked. Quite convenient, really, except for lacking somewhere for Persi to sit. That was easily solved, though; there was a table only a bit too far away, so he just dragged a chair over from it. The sketchbook went on his knee.
"And he won't strangle you?" Probably not, if he hadn't yet, but it was a logical concern. And most people were less self conscious when distracted by talking than when sitting there silently. Unless they were a reader, and posing while reading, in which case they tended to start scowling when they weren't allowed to turn the page.
"Yeah, that's good." Persi didn't care too much which way she was sitting, really, because snakes growing out of her head, but there was nothing wrong with that pose either, so he gave her a somewhat distracted smile as he began drawing.
