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 19, 2013 18:55:04 GMT -6
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...Did no one in this entire building understand the concept of 'interrupting'? Or more importantly, that you shouldn't interrupt? Persi could barely even be annoyed anymore; it had been such a constant since he got here. So instead of a glare when he looked up, the kid got a raised eyebrow, then an eye roll, before Persi glanced around and pointed at the clock hanging behind the kid. "Three fifteen, apparently. Why?" Can you not read a clock yourself? was perhaps the question Persi was actually implying, but it wasn't what he said.
Whatever the answer was, Persi didn't actually care that much. He went back to sketching. One of the books had an interesting exercise... for.... Persi looked back at the kid.
"...You have wings." And Persi didn't really care about the rest, at least not yet; he had been trying for years to draw someone with wings, and while he'd improved a lot, he still wasn't what he wanted to be. There was no way that getting to draw someone who actually had wings would not help. Persi could do cool looking easily; it was realism that he still had trouble with.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 18:31:19 GMT -6
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Persi had no reason to have nightmares.
Well, actually, maybe he did. Seeing Isabel, in real life and everything, was probably a decent justification. She certainly gave plenty of other people nightmares, from the sound of it.
Of course, the nightmare hadn't been about Isabel. She hadn't appeared in it once, and neither had bones. It hadn't even been a nightmare, just a memory that froze.
"How could you? How could you?"
Persi couldn't, he didn't know, he couldn't not--
(He couldn't speak, either, which was wrong, but it didn't matter.)
"Get out! Get out! My children obey God!"
But he'd tried. He didn't know what he'd done wrong.
(He couldn't move, either. That was right.)
"If I see you again-- If I see you again, I'll shoot you! I will!"
He knew that. He was lucky they hadn't actually been anywhere; he'd always known why his father had a gun.
(He couldn't stop running, but he wasn't getting anywhere.)
"I'll look for you!"
He hadn't known that. He supposed he should have; his mother always took things personally.
It wasn't a nightmare. It was just a memory. It felt like one.
He hadn't woken up screaming, or thrashing; he'd just woken up, without even opening his eyes, and he could hear breathing that took a moment to realize was Aiden and not Irri. He didn't stop to think about that, just crept out of his bed and his room and started walking.
By the time he found himself in the kitchen--which had lights on, that made him squint, but that was fine--a clock there was pointing to 4:20 AM. He didn't particularly care, except to note that it was later (earlier?) than it felt. He stared blankly at the kitchen for a moment before wandering over to the table, collapsing in a chair, and slumping over so his head was in his arms. He wasn't actually crying, or sleeping, but it was reminiscent enough of both to feel a little bit like a break.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 18:02:57 GMT -6
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Persi had no idea what the phone's features were. He also didn't care; he had a phone. Well, not one that worked, but that was just an issue of lacking a power cord to charge it with. Frankly, he didn't need a phone either; he'd prefer a camera, really, since that was all he'd use a phone for at this point, and an actual camera would be better.
He hadn't even known phones were involved at all when he stopped; he'd just seen the crowd and paused to see what was going on. Once he figured it out (sort of, there was a phone, and people were competing to get it, somehow), he stayed to watch the spectacle. And within a minute, was wincing at the yell in his ear as something pulled on his arm. Something stronger than him; Persi followed.
It took a second to sort out what had just happened. When he did, he jumped to catch up to the--yeah, that was a guy--who'd grabbed him. A significantly older guy, on that note. "What the hell are you doing?" Persi had not known he could hiss that well.
It did not seem to make a difference, though, since they were still moving toward the stage. Persi went along without any visible resistance, it clearly wasn't going to make any difference. Nor was there visible sulking; confusion, surprise and annoyance occupied all the room there was in his expression.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 17:31:07 GMT -6
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Persi still didn't like the Mansion.
He was getting used to it, though. He could mostly find his way around, at least to the places he so far knew and cared about. It wasn't as large as it had seemed, at first, though the grounds still seemed endless. He still had no interest in exploring them.
The library, however, had been explored. To some extent, anyway. He'd figured out why it was three stories; they had what probably wasn't but felt like every book in existence there. Persi would not have cared about that, except that there also appeared to be every art book in existence there. Sure, in a few months (or more, there were a lot of books) he'd probably run out and that wouldn't seem true any longer, but for now....
For now, Persi was at a table in the library, surrounded by about eight books; three were textbook-style tips on art, while the rest were pictures of various artists' work, with descriptions of the art, the process to make it, and the artists' stories relating to it in various proportions depending on the book. His sketchbook was on the table too, rapidly filling with sketches and tests of techniques and perspectives, and a few sketches of ideas that Persi thought of while reading through the books. Persi hadn't been this happy since the last day of school.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 15:43:31 GMT -6
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Well, that worked. Persi had no problem dealing with Aiden just not looking while he changed. Of course, then he had to turn back around. And speak.
"...Well shut up." Persi did not have the option, or at least the excuse, to turn around to hide his own blush. Fortunately, he was mostly unaware of it.
As for the second comment, though... suddenly that made a lot more sense. "Oh. I don't... no. I can't do anything like that." Since Aiden wasn't looking, however, he could try and get the dry pants on. That went much better than the shirt, though getting the wet ones off was a bit of a struggle, so it probably took about the same amount of time.
...And Persi really didn't want to clarify what he could do, but he probably had to prove he wasn't just lying about not blowing things up, so.... "I. Um. Can get stuff stuck in peoples' head, basically. Like, you know when you're not really thinking anything, and something random just kind of fills in? I can make something more likely to pop up then. For a few hours. If someone's already thinking it."
This time, Persi was definitely aware of how embarrassed he was. Hopefully Aiden would be slightly nice about it.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 15:28:29 GMT -6
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Persi stopped on his way to the door and ducked his head. There might have been a few involuntary twitches in there too. Seriously, why was everyone here managing to pick at exactly the things he didn't want to talk about? "Everybody grows up with that." Granted, he'd heard a lot more of it than most, and not a lot of other opinions, but still. Everyone heard it. The people who knew it mostly made very, very sure that everyone else heard, even if they couldn't make everyone else listen. "Anyway, whether it's wrong or not it's... a lot of them are still dangerous." He probably shouldn't include Evelyn's, even if hers was unnerving. And his wasn't dangerous either, at least, and he'd probably better get used to considering that. Ignoring that he was a mutant before had been necessary; he was here in the first place because he hadn't ignored it well enough. But he couldn't undo that, so he had to adapt, and this place seemed significantly more likely to be annoyed if he didn't remember.
"So basically, you read minds without reading minds." Persi was not going to think about the being stuck thing. Sure he might know that, but he still didn't want to think about it. And seeing as there was a convenient distraction to focus on.... "Seems like it works out about the same, anyway."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 15:12:16 GMT -6
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Persi... was kind of tempted to be offended by what seemed like an overly simplified answer. Of course, this might be a case of ask a stupid question, and anyway, he wasn't going to be offended at TNT girl. C4 girl, or whatever she was. TNT seemed a little more likely, if 'power control accidents' were a common thing. Either way, he wasn't offending her. "That makes sense." He almost offered a hand to help her up, but before he finished hesitating (would she take offense to help?) she was up anyway, so he didn't have to decide.
"Yeah." That, Persi was familiar with. Not that leaving wherever he'd done something always actually freed him from blame, but sometimes it did. And most of the time it at least gave whoever found out time to blow off steam while they looked for him. And he had no particular qualms about leaving the bully on the floor. He'd probably be fine, and if not... well, he'd brought it upon himself.
"So... is there anywhere that's best to go? Like, to hang out?" Granted, Persi had managed to locate a few rooms that seemed to be intended for hanging out, but considering the number of interruptions that occurred they didn't seem to actually be good places. Hopefully TNT-Kaitlyn would know.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 12:43:45 GMT -6
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Persi managed to catch the towel--being hit in the face with it helped--and immediately reburied his face in it. Being dry was nice. After a second of that he pushed it over his head and began trying to dry his hair off. That was a lot less effective than his face, but sort of more important to be done, and ended up with him peeking out from under the other side of the towel.
Catching the clothes was harder, largely because his hands were still tangled up in the towel and his hair. He managed to get the shirt, but had to duck and pick the pants back up off the floor as he muttered a "thanks" that was hopefully audible. They looked old, and faded, and not colors he really liked, but they were dry. Persi had no problem with unwanted colors at the moment as long as they were dry.
He glanced around for a moment, then gave up and moved to the bed that was probably not Aiden's to set the clothes and towel down and fight his shirt off. He could see if that bothered Aiden, and go from there to decide if he had to go back to the bathroom to change pants. He could, it wasn't that far, but he'd have to walk and the wet pants were clinging, and the discomfort had suddenly become completely unbearable with the prospect of having another option.
Instead, though, he got stuck in the shirt, and only had an eye peering out when he froze for a second in confusion at Aiden's question. "What?" He managed to get the shirt untwisted (how had it gotten twisted in the first place?) and on. "Like... allergies, or something?" That seemed weirdly caring for someone who seemed to hate him.
Persi was bad at denial, but tried it anyway. He mostly ended up looking away and pouting. "I didn't jump."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 12:09:38 GMT -6
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"Yeah, but there you just expect everything." Really, the conversation should have reminded him where he was and why, but Hogwarts was (and even more so had been) a common enough conversation topic that it didn't seem nearly so unusual. Just another hypothetical fantasy to debate. Only, it wasn't hypothetical or a fantasy this time. Maybe a horror story....
Even shrugging felt awkward. I don't... I don't dislike mutants." That was true, unless you counted disliking being a mutant. He didn't want to actually lie, though, even if Evelyn wasn't suddenly seeming like a mind reader. "But, people don't always do only what they mean to." And if Persi accidentally got something stuck in someone's head, that probably wouldn't matter. If Kaitlyn accidentally exploded someone, that was a bigger problem. "And, having a whole school dedicated to trying to control them kind of implies a lot of people can't...."
Also, that whole sinning thing. Persi wasn't very fond of that, either, even if it hadn't had any... well, hadn't had too many tangibly bad effects on his life yet. Just because God was being merciful to him now didn't mean it was okay to sin. Like online TOS's, really; failure to immediately enforce our rules does not mean they are not rules... though Persi suspected the internet companies just failed because they didn't notice, instead of because they were merciful.
Whatever. The room suddenly felt far too small to be in, at least with another person. Persi moved toward the door. "So. Um. You read minds or something?" He supposed he could get used to that, eventually. It didn't really matter anyway.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 11:27:13 GMT -6
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"Oh." It took a minute for Persi to process all the information he'd just been given. He managed, though, without too much of a pause. "So... what you're telling me is, we live in scifi Hogwarts. And also, I should never trust a mirror again." ...And should figure out some way to cover all mirrors when he was in the bathroom. Being watched by people he knew existed was unnerving enough.
"Blake." Persi had reached the cabinet, and so was not really paying attention when he answered. It did contain much nicer supplies, though still not the nicest he'd ever seen. Persi supposed that made sense. It was technically a school, after all.
...Oh. Right. School. All that... stuff. "Um. Persi. Not Blake." He grabbed a set of colored pencils--the quality of those did make a difference he'd noticed--and a sketchbook, then closed the cabinet and headed a bit too quickly to put back the colored pencils he'd picked up earlier. And on second thought, picked up a few more pencils; it wasn't like he wouldn't use them, after all. And then tried really hard not to look as uncomfortable as he suddenly felt.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 11:00:23 GMT -6
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Okay, apparently this particular little girl was good at dealing with bullies. Either she dealt with them often, or... she dealt with them often. Persi had to wonder if she'd been here long; she was certainly acting like it.
...Bullies really were kind of stupid. Persi would not have needed to be hit like that more than once to learn not to pick on the little karate girl. He might not care, if she was particularly annoying, but she wasn't so that was hardly an excuse for Asshole.
Oh. Little girl could explode. That... just made the bully even stupider, really. Persi kept staring.
"Er... yes. Got it. He tried to kick you?" Ma'am probably would not be appreciated, no matter how much of his mind was screaming at him to use it. "...What's a power accident?" It probably didn't have anything to do with electrical outages or wires exploding. Probably. Persi had just seen a little girl throw an explosion at a bully, he wasn't going to rule the possibility out yet.
...Kaitlyn. It might not be in his best interest to keep thinking of her as little girl; a lot of people tended to take offense to terms like that.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 10:59:59 GMT -6
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"Like that's going to stop me." That the guy had dragged him out certainly wouldn't happen; that he suddenly had a hand on his arm was a bit more of a problem. Persi really didn't expect trying to pull his arm free to work by that point, but he tried anyway.
...Okay, that comment hurt. Not a whole lot considering how old it was, but it did. Persi stopped trying to get his arm loose in order to glare over his shoulder. "And what if I'd rather prove that being able to beat up whoever you want doesn't actually make you a better person?" Actually, Persi was pretty sure it made you a worse person; at least, they tended to correlate. Bullies liked to beat people up, and were generally able to; that was most of his experience with people who were notable better at hitting other people.
Not that the guy seemed to care at all. Getting to punch him was pretty tempting, though Persi still doubted he'd actually be able to punch well in an hour. It wasn't like he hadn't tried learning before, after all. Getting off of gym was also tempting, assuming the guy actually meant gym and not today's gym class, which would not surprise Persi at all. Having to deal with him first was not tempting... and the idea of lowering himself to that level wasn't very appealing either.
Well, there was probably an easy solution. "And why should I believe you?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 3:00:47 GMT -6
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"Uh, no," was Persi's first response. That was shortly followed by an indignant "hey! when he was pulled out of the chair. That his sketchbook was dumped and left on the floor did not improve his opinion of this guy in the least. Unfortunately, attempting to pull his arm free accomplished a grand total of nothing. So did attempting to kick the guy. "Let go!"
"Training what?" Persi could drive already, thank you. He even still had his license; it had been in his pocket at the protest, and it still was now. What else there was to train, Persi wasn't sure. "I can already drive. Let go!" Not that he expected the order to make any difference, really, but you were supposed to say that sort of thing.
Persi growled as well as he could as soon as they got outside and he had to squint. And begin sweating just about immediately; he'd been dressed for staying inside, in the air conditioning, not any kind of in between and certainly not for going out. That didn't stop him from muttering "too late for that." Really, compared to Isabel, not much was scary. And this guy certainly wasn't any more than obnoxious.
Catching his balance occupied Persi for a few moments, after which the guy was rewarded with a look that questioned his sanity while Persi carefully considered his response. "Do I look like a jock to you? Go get glasses." And then, the considered part; he turned around, headed back toward the building, and (carefully considered) flipped the guy off over his shoulder.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 2:44:28 GMT -6
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"Well, whoever does should." Not that Persi had the slightest clue why they didn't, or who could do that, but that was beside the point. Someone could; they ought to.
It took a moment to think through what she'd said, and why it seemed wrong. Persi was pretty sure that kids--at least, more kids--knew where food came from. He used the time to eat more of the apple. "Maybe they just don't understand the question? The store's where they get food, that's a sort of 'comes from' too. I mean, if I asked someone where a book came from, I want to know which store, not where the trees grew or the factory is." He couldn't go to the forest or the factory, and even if he could, it'd be pretty useless. The store was where things came from, in the ways that were of any significance to his or other kids' lives.
...And it might be a little mean, but, he held up the apple. "So where did these come from?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 19, 2013 2:36:53 GMT -6
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Seriously. Persi was being defended by a little girl. This was weird. Like, there ought to be science on how weird it was.
Whether the 'science' Persi wanted could be summarized as 'the X gene' or not he didn't bother to decide.
Also, she had a point. Granted, the humans were just trying to help, but helpful torture was still torture. It wasn't fun to experience; that was the point. For someone who didn't know that, or couldn't stand to acknowledge it, standing together against it was pretty logical. Of course, since Persi did know the truth, standing against it at all was clearly a bad idea, but Persi wasn't very inclined to correct the little girl who thought she could stand up to an electric football player.
Regardless of her confidence, though, it was still really weird to be protected by a little girl. Also, made him feel kind of guilty. So Persi started edging to the side.
Not fast enough, apparently. Asshole reached down and picked Kaitlyn up by the back of her shirt. "Listen, girly, it's not your business."
"Hey! Put her down!" Still not fast enough, Persi.
