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 20, 2013 20:09:08 GMT -6
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Blake's head jerked back as far as it could when the girl grabbed him. Which wasn't far at all, it turned out. This was... bizarre. And weird, and confusing, and slightly scary. But mostly weird. He stumbled back a few steps when she let go, and eyed her carefully. "What are you talking about? I didn't knock anyone over. Who are you?"
...Perhaps that was not the best response to the crazy girl. Blake backed up another step.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 20:01:09 GMT -6
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"Okay." Persi could see that; he'd probably be a bit annoyed if someone flipped all of his drawings around, too. He didn't need to ask why not flip the order of the pages, so the pages were right to left and the book was left to right. That would just be too painful for his brain.
Fantasy? But there weren't female soldiers in the middle ages. Of course, there weren't in Europe; maybe there had been in Japan. That might explain it.
That did not explain the snark bubble, though. Nor did Aiden's answer. That might be because there was no explanation for a snark bubble, which would not particularly shock Persi. Because, you know, snark bubble. It didn't seem very explainable.
...Unless the author... artist... whoever, had just been high. That might explain it.
"Oh! Um." That... was also an unexpected offer. Persi really had no idea anymore if Aiden hated him or liked him or what. "If you don't mind? Thanks...." Once it was confirmed that the offer was actually meant (or at least, repeated), he glanced around, then backed over to the empty chair, perched carefully on the edge of it, and began reading. While being careful to open the book as little as possible, since opening books too wide was supposed to damage them, and Persi had no idea how wide too wide was.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 19:38:58 GMT -6
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"Not enough princesses, either. Or talking animals." Persi was pretty sure there were other typical fairytale elements, but he couldn't remember them. "Well, and no fairies." At least, not that Persi had seen.
...There probably was a fairy mutant somewhere. Persi tried not to think about that.
"Oh. Right, sorry. I'm Persi." Sitting on a bench was... not a very convenient position to shake hands with the person next to you. Persi noted that in time to not attempt it, apart from a slight twitch of his hand that really wouldn't lead most people to think handshake, anyway.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 19:16:06 GMT -6
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"Or you could lick your fingers and smooth the brush that way." Persi shrugged. "Everything I've read still said most of it was from oil fumes, though. And lead was in everything back then. No one needed to eat paint to get poisoned by it."
He shrugged again. "I didn't really do it on purpose, I just drew what I felt like. But... I guess, it's not like you can fix a problem by ignoring it. And showing the bad things, in art, is different from existing. Only ever painting full people eating wouldn't keep people from starving, but it would let people forget that people are starving so they wouldn't do anything to fix it." Persi nodded. "So, it's better to show them than to ignore them." Not that Persi did show them, at least not very directly. But it wasn't like anyone saw his artwork yet anyway, so he could draw whatever he wanted.
And here was the room. The chair was still on the other side, but Persi wasn't all that picky about which chair he was in, anyway. "Um... thanks for showing me where the art room is."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 17:27:54 GMT -6
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"They breathed the paint, actually. I think even then they knew not to eat it." If nothing else, because then they couldn't paint with it.
...There probably was an artist who painted by spitting out mouthfuls of paint. Persi was pretty sure that that sort of art hadn't existed yet at the time, though. Of course, knowing what oil paints did to the brain hadn't stopped him from trying them, or his teachers from giving students the option to learn, so who knew.
"I dunno. I don't... focus on the good things much, I guess." It hadn't ever been a conscious decision at all, he'd just kind of felt like drawing something, which happened to be dark. And so did the next. And the next. "I guess, if I want to see a flower, I can just look at one. But there are a lot more bad things that aren't in this world yet, or that aren't where I can see them, so they're more interesting to try to draw."
And she could criticize that all she wanted. Plenty of people had, until he told them he was just drawing hell to show to the unrighteous. Which was another lie, now that he thought of it. At least, he hadn't been doing that on purpose....
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 17:17:11 GMT -6
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Okay, that... well, didn't actually make Persi feel any better about his mutation, but he could see why it should. Having to obey promises would suck. "He dies from a headache?" That would be a really bad headache.... "Almost dies?"
And that... might be a possibility. Maybe. "What's a power growth?" The words actually sort of made sense--power becomes more powerful--but he couldn't really see how getting things stuck in peoples' heads more would be that kickass, so there was probably more to it than that. "Like... when does it happen, and...? I don't know. I have no idea what that is."
Hm. That brought another thought. "Have you had a power growth? Does everyone get one?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 17:09:56 GMT -6
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"Okay." Persi eyed the pancakes for a few seconds, then began cutting them in half. One half got syrup, and the other got cinnamon. The nuts went on both, since he liked those and couldn't see any reason they wouldn't go well with the rest of it.
Cinnamon on pancakes was... odd. Not very sweet, but not not sweet. It took some getting used to, but wasn't bad. Which made it kind of unfortunate he'd put syrup on the other half of the pancakes already....
Honey, walnuts, cinnamon, and currants Persi could see going with pancakes. Once he remembered what currants were, anyway. Sea salt... Persi had more trouble wrapping his mind around that one, but salt was part of basically everything, so it probably worked. Olive oil... he really couldn't see how olive oil would taste good with pancakes. Then again, he never liked how it tasted as part of anything....
Persi was mostly done with the cinnamon half of the pancakes by the time Andrea sat down, which made him feel slightly bad because he was pretty sure that waiting for everyone to have food before you ate was supposed to be polite, but not that much because she had been cooking, so him eating would be a compliment for her too. So he could live with that.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 16:50:54 GMT -6
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Boyfriend. Eeeeew. Persi thought he did fairly well keeping that expression off of his face. Why did everyone think he was old enough to be a boyfriend? Maybe he really did look older than he was.
Aaand crazy guy's name was Jude. That was... not the name Persi would connect to someone who looked like they belonged in the background of some sort of advertisement for office work, but whatever. Those advertisements tended to go for quirky anyway. He caught Jude's expression, and smiled at the crowd too. At least they seemed not to actually care that much, maybe he could get out of this without...
...Okay, so it was clearly too late to involve an attack on Persi's sanity. Maybe he could get out of this without too much humiliation, at least.
No, really, Persi didn't know the phone was for music lovers. He barely knew it was a phone. Apparently he was supposed to know, though. And supposed to sing. There went the chance of no humiliation. Not that Persi was a terrible singer, he'd sung some when Irri needed singing for his music and he wasn't that bad, but he wasn't anything like extraordinary either. Also, that whole learning to sing a song. An entire song.
...Well, half of a song. Crazy guy and all. Still.
Now, the band Persi recognized. He wasn't that big a fan of them, but he did know them, and didn't really have any objections to them, so that was good. The resulting cheer was less good, and Persi covered his ears with his hands. His sanity was being assaulted anyway; his hearing did not need to be.
All of the contestants except the first couple (Persi kind of felt sorry for them, but not really) were shooed behind the stage to pick songs, while someone else brought a list over to the first couple for them to pick from. Persi took advantage of the time out of anyone's attention to hiss at Jude again. "You so owe me for this."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 14:00:03 GMT -6
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"Killing everything else better is a pretty common survival strategy." That was basically what predators were, after all, and even some prey did the same thing, with poisons or other lethal defenses. For that matter, that was how humans competed with each other too; wars were just a contest of who can kill better than the other, in the end. And how humans tamed nature; by killing it, and only allowing the survival of the parts they wanted, and could easily kill when they didn't anymore. Cats could have all the claws they wanted, they'd never survive if humans decided to kill them.
"Of course sin is the problem." Sin could never not be a problem. "It's not--well, it is unnatural, but that's not the problem. Humans are unnatural to start with." Unnatural vs. artificial; artificial was defined by human influence or creation, so humans were the source of all things not natural. That pretty well implied that humans were unnatural too. "The problem is that God didn't make them, and doesn't like them, and they make it easier and more likely for people to do other things that God doesn't like. ...And it's not about me, it's about everyone." Personally, Persi considered himself pretty immune to most mutations' bad influences. His wasn't very easy to use for sin, and he knew better anyway, so he wasn't very likely to use it that way. Well, not for serious sins, apart from using it at all. And since he knew better than to sin, he should have an easier time resisting encouragement to sin, at least compared to people who didn't know what was a sin and what wasn't. So, he was better off than most people, and definitely better off than most mutants, but none of that mattered at all.
That was helpful. Back to the room and the chair and drawing, this time with decent supplies, and hopefully no more too-perceptive comments, since she was apparently an artist also and so should know not to interrupt. Persi followed.
"I'm not trying to pretend I'm not a mutant." Well, he wasn't anymore, anyway, but even when he'd try to forget he wasn't trying to lie to himself, or to God. Not that lying to his parents was much better... well, they knew now anyway. "I'm just not trying to pretend that's a good thing, either."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 13:43:30 GMT -6
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"Okay." Persi still didn't get it, but that was not the sort of explanation you argued with. Comic books from Japan were not comic books from Japan, they were mangah. Got it. Persi was pretty sure he could remember that, definitely he could when he was awake. So it probably wouldn't be an issue.
"Oh." That... well, took some thinking about, but made sense. It explained the covers, anyway. And when Persi thought about it, he supposed it made sense that other languages would write weird, and their books would match them. "Why not just flip everything, if you're changing the writing anyway?"
Female soldier. Alright then. "So it's scifi?" That was normally where female soldiers showed up, with the aliens and laser guns. Persi closed the book, flipped it over, and reopened it to what was apparently the actual first page. "...Why is there a giant bubble gum bubble with a face?" And why was it talking, and why was the background apparently made of blurred ovals? At least what it was saying... well, didn't make more sense, but reading the next few pages started to.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 13:34:31 GMT -6
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"The hell is guard up?" The question didn't seem to be needed, since his arms got pulled into what Persi assumed what 'guard up' as soon as he stopped trying to figure out where his feet were supposed to be. At least the guy knew when he was saying nonsense.
...And then immediately pushed him so Persi had to take a step back, then try to remember what he'd been told about his feet and get them back as close as he could figure out. "How am I supposed to balance when you're pushing me?"
"That sounds a lot more like beating someone else up than not being beat up." And was sounding more like it the more the guy talked. Apparently his little you-should-totally-trust-me spiel was about his reasons, and not what he was actually trying to teach Persi. Persi had technically agreed though, so he couldn't really get out of it now.
...And just how was Persi supposed to punch anything if not with a fist? They guy apparently thought this was obvious; Persi disagreed. So he spent several seconds staring at the guy wondering if he'd realize how stupid that (lack of) instruction was before realizing that, no, he wouldn't, and humoring him. The attempted... whatever that was, since it certainly wasn't a punch, was awkward from the way he was standing, the lack of any idea what he was supposed to be doing, and due to it being his left hand. That Persi didn't really care enough to try to make it anything other than awkward probably didn't help.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 13:18:47 GMT -6
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Okay, so she did know where they'd come from, in hopefully more detail than she thought kids should be learning, because Persi did not feel like tracing the history of every fruit in existence that way. Oh well. "I'm pretty sure an apple has never come from my mouth. That seems like the sort of thing I'd notice. As long as it's not a fairy tale, anyway, but I'm pretty sure this isn't." For one thing, no one had tried to poison him, and he'd never met a fairy godmother. Of course, those things only happened to princesses, anyway.
"Is there anywhere else to shop? That doesn't throw stuff away?" It was sounding like there might not be, and that tended to make that sort of threat kind of ineffective.
"I dunno." Persi stared idly at the mostly eaten apple, since there really wasn't anything else to look at. "I'm not really good at that sort of thing." Of course, the closest he'd done to that sort of thing before was get dragged to protests and to harass random homeowners to join, or at least give money to, the church. Either way, Persi wasn't good at it, and didn't like it. That wasn't very promising for turning him into some sort of activist.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 13:08:34 GMT -6
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"I've never tried gardening." He had, on occasion, had to stand around and carry things when his mother was gardening, and he'd done yardwork like mowing, but Persi was pretty sure that neither of those really counted. They certainly hadn't made him enjoy any of it, at least.
Persi didn't recognize any of the people standing around the door, and he didn't feel any particular need to get to know them. He ignored them, and did his best to pretend it didn't feel like any of them were staring at him. He didn't normally mind being stared at, that was why he'd dyed his hair after all. Which he really needed to find a way to do again....
The hedge maze was... sort of more impressive than he'd expected, and sort of less. It was larger than he'd been imagining, he'd been thinking of something that little kids would play in while parents watched from raised seats or something, not an actual maze. But on the other hand... it was still a bunch of bushes.
Oh. That. Yeah, Persi didn't like that question. For a number of reasons, one of which was the way his entire face was turning red now. Maybe he could blame that on the sun, it was a lot warmer out than he liked. "Um. Nothing, basically." Of course, he didn't like embarrassing himself, but he also didn't like evasive answers, and, you know, Kaitlyn could throw explosions around. So he answered. "I can get stuff stuck in peoples' heads. For a little bit. If they're already thinking of it." And he never knew what he got stuck, but he'd probably already emphasized how useless he was enough for one sentence, thanks.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 12:59:37 GMT -6
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"Oh." Persi didn't really have a response to that. A life--or the things that a life implied, anyway--was a good thing to have. It would be an encouraging story, if half the people here didn't hate him and he hadn't already had a life that got ruined. That didn't seem like something that she wanted to hear, though, so Persi didn't say anything.
...Persi did not know it was possible to set a table that carefully. Especially when the result didn't actually look different from other set tables. Setting the table had always been his and Irri's job, and they'd just dropped everything on the table as quickly as they could get away with. He didn't feel any particular guilt over the fact, and would not change what he did at all if he had to set a table again, but it was weird to see that anyone actually cared about setting a table.
The pancakes looked... prettymuch like pancakes. Syrup was familiar. Nuts made sense, cinnamon was a little more confusing, although when he thought about it it didn't seem like it would be that bad with pancakes. Might be weird with syrup though. So he tried the pancakes without anything on them first, just because it was simpler. "They're good, I like them. Uh...." He still had no idea how cinnamon and syrup went together, though. Greek pancakes implied they did somehow, but he had no idea. "Cinnamon?" The trio of toppings were getting a very confused look from Persi, which hopefully would be a bit more interpretable than what he was saying.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 20, 2013 12:44:20 GMT -6
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Oh good, Persi wasn't in trouble for asking. He'd kind of wondered, especially when Aiden didn't answer immediately, but he wasn't, so it was okay. Asking what weird books were was fine, apparently.
"Why not just call them comic books?" Persi was pretty sure that European comics were just called comic books, with a note that they'd been translated from French or Spanish or whatever. He accepted the book, and immediately started turning it over in confusion. The front cover looked like the back and the back looked like a front, and both of them had a mix of English and probably Japanese writing, along with the weird style of art. "Do you have to learn Japanese to read them?"
He opened the book to the first page, and discovered that it was in fact translated to English. It still made no sense. He read over it twice before looking back at Aiden. "I don't get it." Why did the... girl? Probably? Why was a girl wearing armor? And why did armor girl's shadow have nothing to do with what she actually looked like and instead match a chess knight?
