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.
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Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 11, 2013 8:49:20 GMT -6
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The brat just kept making less and less sense. Persi was still pretty sure hallucinations were the best answer, if mostly because there was nothing else that might explain why he was acting weird. Or nothing Persi knew of, anyway.
...Maybe he was just arguing with someone imaginary, and not actually talking to Persi at all? That would explain why he cut off like he'd been interrupted when Persi didn't actually say anything. Hallucination-person must be an adult too; the brat didn't shut up and look guilty when anyone younger argued with him, as far as Persi knew. Well, or maybe he had an older brother or something. "Okay... who are you talking to?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 10, 2013 23:03:43 GMT -6
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"Because people have to suffer for sins and if I don't now then I will in Hell, and I'd rather not do that. I already said that." Maybe the crazy guy was actually just fifteen different people, or something, all possessing the same body and they kept switching but didn't tell each other anything, and that was why he didn't remember anything Persi had said. That would explain a lot, actually.
"Yes." Finally the crazy guy got something right. Or the current crazy guy did; who knew if it would--nope. No apparently it wouldn't last long at all. At least he was closer.... "No, it's like... being a mutant is bad, but you can be a sinner and still do decent things. Like... I don't know, Robin Hood. Helping the poor is good, but stealing is still stealing even if you're going to give what you stole away. So it's sort of one sin and one good thing is better than if you stole money and used it to hire a hitman or something, but it's worse than if you got money without stealing and then used it to help people. And then it's about how many good and bad things you do and how significant they are and...." And Persi never liked this part, but he'd had the conversation often enough to know what the crazy guy's next question would be. If he used the same logic as sane people for it, anyway.... "And being a mutant is really bad, there basically isn't anything worse than messing with free will, and I don't do anything good so there isn't anything I can do to make up for it."
"...Amish?" Persi stared. Apparently one of the crazy ones was back. "No, that's... what? Amish?" What did the Amish have to do with anything he'd said at all? They were a religion, sure, but not any more related than any other religion in existence. Why pick Amish, of all of them?
"Maybe, but that doesn't mean I'm capable of it." Persi had never heard anything that implied there might be one, but even if there was, that sort of thing tended to involve great feats and defeating enemies and such, and Persi wasn't strong, smart or courageous enough to ever do anything like that.
"You're the one that wanted to talk about it." Not that Persi didn't understand what the guy actually meant, but he didn't have a response to the actual comment other than backing away when the guy got close. Or not one that wasn't likely to get him hung off the room again, and his shoulder hurt enough already, thanks.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 10, 2013 10:59:18 GMT -6
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"No, there--ugh." Persi glared at the crazy guy again. "The reason and the action are separate things. I have a reason, but killing myself isn't the reason for killing myself because killing myself is the action so it can't be the reason for itself." That explanation probably would barely make sense to someone sane, much less the crazy guy, but that was the best Persi could do. The difference between actions and reasons wasn't something he had a lot of practice explaining.
"Because...." Persi had a bit more practice explaining that one, but not a lot of success. He still ought to try, though. "Mutations are power that people aren't supposed to have. Basically all of them either make the mutant really good at hurting or killing people, or let them control people. Either way it's taking away peoples' free will, and God doesn't even allow himself to do that. So they're wrong even if the mutant thinks they're trying to do... um." To do good things was going to be the end of that, but on second thought Persi maybe shouldn't be saying that much to the crazy guy. "They're wrong."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 9, 2013 15:34:16 GMT -6
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"You wouldn't have to get a new roommate. You didn't have any before." That was, after all, why Persi had been made his roommate; there was space. "And don't the X men all have their own rooms anyway?" Persi had never heard anything about it, but it made sense. Why would the X men share the same rooms as every random student in the Mansion if they didn't have to?
"Hurting people isn't the point of learning to drive. That's why it's generally called an accident." Driving had a use outside of killing. People who drove a car for the purpose of killing someone were sinners, people who drove a car in order to get somewhere weren't, or weren't for that reason. Persi really wasn't sure why that was a hard concept to grasp. "And not all sins are the same, if they were no one would ever get into Heaven at all. It's just the really bad ones people have to make up for by dying, or if they can't do anything else to make up for it." Both of which applied to Persi, but that should be obvious.
That... okay, Persi didn't really have a direct response to that. Still. "If you stopped opening the window for it, no one would need to drag you away. Or literally anyone else here could."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 8, 2013 9:59:56 GMT -6
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Persi glared back. It would probably be less than effective, seeing as he was still stuck in a hospital bed (and hospital clothes, which hasn't stopped driving him insane yet) and bandages, and Aiden had just slapped him, but glaring was really all he could do. "It's not an excuse. I said you can do whatever you want, didn't I? So it's none of your business what I do anyway."
"The stuff in the Bible is about loving and tolerating other people, not myself, and mutations are pretty incompatible with that. They basically all have to do with hurting other people, in case you haven't noticed." Which was kind of mean to say to Aiden, really, since he was convinced he could actually do good thing with his, but it was true. "And yes, actually, since I don't do any good and do make a lot of things worse, replacing me with a rock would improve a lot of things." Probably not a lot, Persi was only one person after all. But a little bit still mattered. "I don't make things better and I can't make things better, so all I can do is stop making things worse."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 8, 2013 1:06:01 GMT -6
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"Okay...." Persi was not remotely convinced, and made no effort to pretend he was. If anything, he deliberately looked skeptical. "So why are you freaking out at... I don't know, fire or something? Fire phobia?"
Persi shrugged. "Dunno. It sort of is." Somehow. Persi couldn't actually think how, but there was probably a way. Prettymuch anything was funny, if you looked at it the right way. It could be funny that he'd only gotten around to doing what he was supposed to when he was in a place devoted to doing the exact opposite, maybe. Or that he'd only gotten to it when in a place that would try and succeed in stopping him, instead of all the opportunities he'd had where people would have helped. That could be funny, in a really bitter way.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 8, 2013 0:39:11 GMT -6
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She... really wasn't getting this, was she?
Persi had gotten sort of used to talking about his suicide attempt to people. At least, he already had explained himself a few times. Well, sort of; not really explained much, but defended himself and talked about it. Regardless, all those conversations had been with someone who already knew what he'd done. He hadn't ever had to explain that part of it.
Now that he did... how? Especially to Andrea. She wasn't supposed to be upset. She was nice and happy and supposed to be happy. How was he supposed to tell her he hurt himself? He could hardly let her keep worrying, though. "No one... did anything to me." That would be clear enough, right?
...He'd thought that before. So he took a breath (and ended up hunching his shoulders, though that wasn't intentional) and stared at the floor, and managed to say "I did it."
That explained what he'd done, anyway, but it didn't explain why. Persi didn't like explaining why; he was always explaining to mutants, and no one liked being told they were going to Hell. But he especially didn't want to tell Andrea; she was too nice to upset. Of course, letting her just think it was because he was unhappy would probably upset her too....
And... if Andrea was too nice to upset, she was definitely too nice to let her go to Hell, too. It wasn't fair, that she would, but she was a mutant, so she had to... unless God forgave her, but he only did that if you proved yourself, and she didn't know to do that, did she?
Maybe that was why things hadn't been making sense. Persi hadn't been supposed to die; he hadn't ever been supposed to have a chance to go to Heaven. He was supposed to meet Andrea and tell her so that she could. "Because... that's the only way to get God to forgive us."
That should make sense, right? There wasn't a whole lot that Persi and Andrea had in common. She might not listen, immediately, but most people took a while to learn, so that was okay. So long as she remembered to think about it, it would work.
...And Persi could make sure of that, too, couldn't he? He'd wondered why he'd been cursed with such a useless mutation. Well, because it wasn't; it was the most useful thing possible for this. He glanced back up from the floor to look at Andrea, and willed what she was thinking of to stick. It had been a few seconds since he said it, but that shouldn't matter; he was still thinking about it after all. People only changed thoughts so fast.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 7, 2013 23:39:04 GMT -6
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Decent food didn't make Persi's stomach any happier with the idea, when he tested it. Which wasn't too surprising; Persi wasn't particularly good at telling decent food from terrible, anyway. Normally some type of food would sound better than others--sweet, or cheese, or pasta--but that was about as much as he ever cared. Food was prettymuch just food.
Right now... Persi tried to think of something that sounded good; even if whatever she found wasn't what sounded good, he could use the fact that something did to tell himself he was hungry. Nothing did, though, and after a few minutes he gave up. "I'm really not hungry now...."
Gemma leaving did sound good, though, even if it wouldn't be very long. Persi would really like a break from people for a while. He would have started fidgeting with something, but there wasn't anything near his hands to fidget with, and moving was painful, so he ended up just vaguely shifting. "I could eat some of it?" He was starting to get sick of the ceiling, largely because it was no help figuring out what she thought of that offer, so he glanced over to see if he could tell from her expression. It wasn't the right answer, obviously; the right answer was to immediately promise what she wanted and then do that. Persi really didn't think he could eat much any time soon though, so some was the best he could manage. Hopefully she wouldn't be too mad about that. Though maybe if she was, she would leave....
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 3, 2013 18:00:48 GMT -6
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The extremely suspicious look Persi now had was probably an improvement from glaring, even if it still was far from friendly. "You just threatened to throw me off a building. Why would anyone tell you anything they know you don't want to hear?" Plus, a lot of supposedly religious people worshipped an entirely incorrect god. But people tended to use that as proof that the majority was right, so Persi had no intention of bringing it up.
Persi blinked. "...No, trying to do anything is an action, not a reason." Did the guy not hear himself, or was he just so crazy he didn't know the difference?
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 2, 2013 22:41:57 GMT -6
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Apparently not. Of course. It wasn't like the guy had said he'd let Persi go after he talked, just really strongly implied it. But that wasn't technically saying.
On the other hand, Persi didn't care all that much about technically at the moment, so he scowled anyway. "I dunno, everyone? Priest talked about it a lot, and the elders, and my brother liked pointing it out...." Mostly because that always made Irri mad, but crazy guy wasn't going to hear about him.
Crossed arms joined the glare. "You're not supposed to if it's for a selfish reason. Like if you're just poor or something. If it's because, like, there's only enough food for three people to survive and you're the fourth, or because God told you to, then you're supposed to obey God." He rolled his eyes. "You're not saying anything new, you know." Which was kind of surprising, from the crazy guy. Persi was fine with that, though, he'd had enough insanity already.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 2, 2013 22:09:11 GMT -6
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Oh yes, that was very reassuring. The crazy guy would think about what he said before deciding how to interpret it. Persi didn't see any way that could go wrong.
Aaand yeah, that figured. So Persi should have run. He growled under his breath, took the last few steps to the door anyway, and tried the handle. Which was locked. So maybe running wouldn't have mattered, except why shoot the door just to cover it in frost? So maybe he had locked it too somehow. Either way Persi couldn't get through. He kicked the door, and kicked it again when the first kick only succeeded in smearing a bit of frost.
Stubborn... yeah. Persi couldn't really argue with that one. He lurked by the door for a few more minutes before giving up on the hope that it would miraculously unlock itself, and edging back over to something resembling a conversational distance from the crazy guy. Not actually close, and the chair was eyed with great suspicion and then avoided, but he wouldn't have to raise his voice to be heard.
Which, when he thought of it, was not necessarily best. He still didn't actually want to talk. He couldn't get back in though, and his shoulder hurt and he was shivering, and eventually he glared at the ground and tried to say as little as possible. "Because being a mutant is a sin and people have to pay for sins by suffering, and I don't want to go to hell so that means I have to hurt now. Except it's not possible to hurt enough on Earth to actually make up for sins so it's more about proving you're willing to and that means dying. Now can I go?"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 2, 2013 21:16:55 GMT -6
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Persi glared again. "I didn't say I was lying! I said you'd say I was." Not that people used those words, technically. They were more likely to just say he was wrong, or insane, or kidding himself. It all ended up the same, though; saying that everything he did was pointless and wrong... which most of it was, actually, but they were saying the only good thing he'd ever done was what was wrong. Persi knew better than that.
Oh good the crazy guy let go of his shirt. Persi backed away too, almost entirely ignoring what the guy said while he focused being free. At least, the first thing he said; the second Persi noticed, and considered for a moment before letting go of his shoulder, turning and deliberately walking toward the door. He wasn't running. He probably wouldn't get away anyway, but he wasn't running. If he did manage to get to the door, he wasn't waiting to try getting back in.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 2, 2013 20:41:05 GMT -6
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Persi was not at all convinced that his life... er... actions, had anything to do with the crazy guy, but arguing that clearly wasn't going to convince him. Crazy people were crazy because they didn't know they were crazy, and explaining to them that they were tended not to be successful. Maybe someone else could manage it, but not Persi. The closest he could get was to pretend whatever the crazy guy said was possible, and then argue that he should still do what Persi said. "Well then, go pester someone you can help."
...That was... annoying. Sure, the guy probably meant to be nice, and having the roof under his feet again was nice, but Persi still scowled. Being reminded that he'd upset Aiden and Cafas was not what he wanted to hear.
"That's not the point!" Why wouldn't anyone ever believe him about that? Sure, getting away from everything would be nice, but that wasn't why Persi had to. And that would only work if he didn't just go to hell, anyway. And... paperwork? Really? Was that what he was concerned about? There couldn't be that much paperwork. No one was going to ask where Persi was. Persi didn't even exist, technically.
"Not really." Oh good he could touch the ground again. Persi immediately backed up as far as he could... which wasn't very far, with his shirt still in the guy's grasp, so he settled for staying as far away as he could, holding the shoulder he'd been dangling from with his other hand, glaring at the guy and trying to figure out if he could get out of his shirt and run back to the door before the guy grabbed him. Probably not, but it was tempting to try anyway.
As for answering... no, Persi really didn't feel like it. He kept glaring, though it was starting to feel distinctly worn out. "You're just going to tell me I made it up anyway."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Nov 20, 2013 12:18:22 GMT -6
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"Y--No, not like that! That's stupid, who ever wants pain, the whole point of it is that no one likes it!" And the crazy guy was turning more into ice. And trying to turn Persi into ice too now, or something; Persi couldn't actually see since he was glaring at the crazy guy, but he could feel his arm getting colder.
Kicking had made no difference at all the first time, but it was better than doing nothing so Persi tried again. "I fall out of trees all the time, if falling hurt enough then I probably wouldn't need to anyway!" Probably. Persi wasn't sure; he might have been too spoiled even if he'd managed to hurt himself more, or get sick or whatever. But pain of some kind was a treatment for pretty much all sin that Persi knew of, so enough probably would have worked.
A gust of wind made Persi close his eyes; they were too cold and too dry and watering enough already. Whether the wind was the crazy guy's mutation or not Persi couldn't tell; it was cold, but so was everything outside at all, so that wasn't really a good indication. Either way it was just a gust, and he got his eyes back open in time to glare at the crazy guy. "Because I had to! Why do you care? It's got nothing to do with you!"
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Nov 20, 2013 8:06:25 GMT -6
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So... what, was the brat seeing thing now? Or hearing things or something? He didn't seem to actually be reacting to reality at all, but he was obviously reacting to something. He set the whirlpool (which was exceedingly abstract, and possibly also a bit Japanese, which Persi would blame Aiden for even though the manga really had nothing to do with the famous wave at all) down, and folded his arms while he looked at the brat. Persi didn't see anything that indicated hallucinating that he knew of, but he had no clue what indicated hallucinating anyway. Apart from acting weird, which the brat certainly was doing. "Are you seeing things now or something?"