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 Ty Fisher on Oct 5, 2015 17:57:03 GMT -6
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Ty was mildly surprised by her appearance, but then again, he was ridiculously early. And...from the looks of him, tonight's plans may have to be...rethought, just a little bit. Or a lot. What did surprise him was that she reacted completely in Spanish, and though the ginger didn't speak a lick of it, he may have had an idea along the lines of what she was saying.
"First off, I don't speak Spanish, hun," he replied. Though hurt, weak, and more than a little embarrassed, he still tried to keep his sense of humor, maybe moreso. It masked the pain. Or at least, that's what he told himself.
"It's a long, embarrassing story, honestly. In a nutshell...I look like **** right now, because I fell. Twice. First time out of a tree, the second time trying to drag myself to your place using a broken limb from said tree, which broke. I'll explain everything in full later, I promise." He stopped to take a breath, still holding himself up using the wall.
"Sorry for dropping in on you like this..." I'm such a ****ing dork...
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 5, 2015 11:34:58 GMT -6
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Ty chuckled as Noel talked; it was never a dull moment, her getting to know him all over again. When they got to the park, he took in the sights, still listening to his old friend; he was used to the game by now, so it wasn't a strange thing to him.
"Morally defective? That's one way of putting it. Just know that my intentions are the best and I never hurt those I care about," he gave a pause after this statement, then added, quite sadly, "On purpose, anyway..."
Luckily, the people occupying the bench just sort of shrugged off the rock that hit their seat, so Ty continued. "Well, let's just say most of my means of income are...less than legal, and leave it at that. Though I do still follow a very strict moral code."
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 4, 2015 21:22:38 GMT -6
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"I sure hope so," he murmured to himself. Because this wasn't exactly his place. "Don't sleep, got it. And there should be, yeah." He'd spent most of the walk in silence, biting back more swear words as pain surged through his body. Weakly, he raised a fist and pounded on the door.
"Hey, Mag?" he called, his voice almost whiny he was so choked up with pain right now. "You there?" Gods he sure hoped she was. He leaned against the wall, wincing as he waited for the door to open, praying to any and every deity he could think of that she was there. He didn't exactly have a plan B. And the sirens were still blaring outside. Not good.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 4, 2015 21:09:33 GMT -6
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"We've got to stop meeting like this," Ty groaned, trying to joke as he looked up at her, sure that his face was bleeding now. Yep...he had a very nasty wound on his chin, and maybe on his forehead. He couldn't tell. "Seriously. I can't take much more of this sh--crap." he managed to catch himself that time, trying to be polite in front of the lady. Even if it was too little, too late. Reaching up for her hand, he managed to pull himself up.
"This just ain't my day...Thanks, though. I'm heading just up the street here. Maybe a block or two. "I'll be okay. Once I get to a nice soft couch where I won't have to fear freaking things breaking on me."
Putting his hand on the side of the building next to him, he began trudging along once more. If the nurse-lady wanted to go with him, that would be fine, but Ty was a determined little bugger.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 4, 2015 20:12:10 GMT -6
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Every muscle, every bone, every nerve, every cell of Ty's being was crying right now. The very fiber of his existence felt like it would rip its self apart as the redhead hobbled down the street, using a broken tree limb for a walking-stick.
He wanted to get away from the park as fast as he could, but sadly, that wasn't very fast. He made his way down the street, very determined to get...somewhere. But where? His apartment was way too far, especially in this condition....Mag! Conveniently, she didn't live too far from here.
As sirens blared all around him, he tried to keep cool as he kept trudging along. ...****. Didn't the police have bots now? Great. Just keep walking, Ty...
So that was the plan. Drag yourself to your friend?girlfriend?...Mag. He didn't know exactly what their status was at this point. They'd had some sweet moments, but it wasn't exactly official at this point. Ty hoped it would be, but that was surely to be tested today. Let's see how much she loves me, eh?
Yep, all he had to do was explain to her what happened. He fell from a tree, was seen to by a young nurse-lady, picked a fight with an A-hole, and watched a nine year girl commit a quadruple homicide. And he was using a tree branch as a walking stick to shuffle away because he had several outstanding warrants of his own. Yay!
He may have been halfway there, only going a few blocks, before he had to stop, leaning on the branch for support.
CRACK!
This time, when the branch snapped, he fell face first, into the pavement, causing a long, whiny expletive to escape his lips as he just lay there a second. Or a minute. Maybe five?
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 4, 2015 12:50:04 GMT -6
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So many phones out...all of them calling 911. Cops. Yet another string of expletives left Ty's mouth, this time more in a quiet hiss; and when he ran out of swear words, he started making some up. His body was screaming at him, and the impact from swinging that limb didn't do him any favors. And now, sirens were filling the air as all of this came crashing down on him at once.
He wanted to help the girl--sure she just killed like four people, but she was just a kid, right? Then there was the teenager who deserved an ass kicking. But then there were cops on the way, and Ty had a few outstanding warrants. Stealing, murder, grand theft auto, evading police, resisting arrest...not to mention that six-inch stiletto he kept on his person was illegal in New York City...And then there was the fact that his body was wracked with pain, and he was using a stick for support. "Yee-<expletive>-ha..."
He made his way to the nurse-lady first. "Look, I gotta git," he said, his southern tongue really dripping off of each word here. "But thanks for the help." Then, as he walked past the A-hole, he merely grumbled. "I owe you an ass kicking." Looking back, he made a motion to the girl that she could follow, if she wished, but he really couldn't stick around here.
He didn't know if he was making the right decision, but he knew he was making the decision that would keep him from 50 years in jail...
And so, our herovillain favorite redheaded troublemaker hobbled off down the street, using a tree-limb for a cane.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 3, 2015 16:25:53 GMT -6
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Great, the A-hole came back, and he was being even more of an A-hole. "Ty" he told the nurse-lady as he grabbed the limb, using it as a cane to help him to his feet.
Gripping it with his right hand, he began to focus, writing a silent-video-montage onto the branch for the next person to grab it to be assaulted His eyes glowed red as his power worked, lasting maybe 30 seconds. It was dirty, but Ty was in no shape to fight fair.
There was another sound of distress nearby, but there was nothing Ty could do. So, he swung the limb for A-hole's gut. Part of him wanted to hit, the other wanted his shot to be blocked. Either way.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 3, 2015 10:06:09 GMT -6
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As their eyes locked, everything else just seemed to disappear; nothing he'd gone through the day before seemed to matter now, much less things that had happened a year ago. Though there were no words spoken, the silence wasn't awkward. It was just that no words were needed for this moment and time.
He settled back into the couch as she found her niche in his chest and he wrapped both arms around her, the one hand still idly playing with her hair as the other found its place resting on her lower back.
Luckily for both of them, there was no one on his heels right now. In fact, the only person who was truly after him didn't even know he was back in town, so all was well. For now. But he knew it wouldn't always be this way; it was the cross he bore. It came with his lifestyle. There was going to be trouble, and he was going to piss people off. On occasion, these were going to be some very powerful people.
For the second time tonight, Ty made a silent vow. No matter what, he would protect her, should she choose to stay. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, his own blue eyes staring ahead at the TV, which...wasn't even on. His gaze was focused, and he brushed away a stray tear.
This was his fresh start. And this time, he wasn't about to **** things up.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 2, 2015 21:17:43 GMT -6
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Maybe--hopefully, Mag didn't notice Ty tense, almost as if he was bracing for something. For a few moments, he was waiting for...something. But...what? An explosion? A punch to the face? An oven mitt flying across the room at his face? The correct answer was D, all of the above.
But what happened was E, none of the above. And he exhaled somewhat of a sigh of relief, smiling at what actually happened. She was hiding in his shirt; and she...liked it? His cheeks tinted a nice shade of pink as he reeled himself in.
This was it, then. Tses was officially over. He knew he'd blown it, but...hell it'd been a whole year since he'd abandoned her. Besides, she was better off without him. She was always stronger than he had been. But that was enough of that.
Turning so he could see Mag's whole face, and he looked her in the eyes, somewhat of a glimmer in his own. "I did too," he said softly, running a hand through her hair. This moment was close to perfect.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 2, 2015 19:46:49 GMT -6
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Well, this was rather embarrassing, as a few more Frankenstein'd swear words escaped his lips. This was not how he wanted to start his favorite season. Lying flat on his back, with a tree limb practically up his butt. Oh, and some jackass stepped over him, great.
"A hand, back, head, neck, chest..." he groaned, taking her hand. He allowed her to help him up, at least to a sitting position, anyway. For obvious reasons, he didn't feel like standing right now. His head, backside, and a few bones he didn't know he had seemed to each have their own pulse.
"Thanks...I was sure that ******* limb was sturdy enough to hold me...Well it was for awhile, anyhow..." A few more words
He sat back against the tree wincing with pain as he brushed the leaves and loose grass from his hair, which caused him more pain. "Thanks. I think I'll be okay," he grumbled as he went to stand up--and then sat right back down. "Or not..."
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 2, 2015 19:02:34 GMT -6
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Finally, it was officially fall. Ty's favorite part of the year was met with a grin as he'd tugged on his green hoodie on his way out this morning. However, this wasn't a day off for the lad. After all, bills had to be paid and all that jazz.
However, today, Ty was taking a...different...approach to his duties. Today, the ginger sat, legs dangling from a tree as he looked about the park from his perch, just relax--er...scouting. That's it. He was scouting for pockets to pick. Nearby was a woman reading some book with bloody pictures in it, and he was kind of intrigued by it. She was no target, of course, but the book was kinda cool, right?
The breeze picked up, and the little troublemaker had to admit, it was rather...pleasant. Maybe today would be a good day to take off after all. (You know, since he was working sooo hard...)
However, though Ty wasn't really sure what went wrong...actually, it was quite obvious what went wrong, as the air around the thief was filled with a quiet yet threatening creak, followed by a loud snap.
The next thing Ty knew, he was lying flat on his back, wind knocked out of him, sore just about everywhere. He groaned out a string of expletives.
"True...and I did get into a confrontation with that one guy. Twice," he mused with a light chuckle.
When she leaned into him, he slipped an arm around her, letting his hand rest on her side, and he too closed his eyes for a moment, just savoring this. "If I run out of upper, back and arms included...Im probably done. I could get a few on my legs but..." he gave a small laugh as he opened his eyes.
"Some places weren't meant to be inked."
After this, he sat in silence a moment, alone with his thoughts and his emotions with the warmth of body heat radiating from the body next to him.
For the first time, icy blue eyes focused totally on the figure next to him, soaking in every feature and detail.
He leaned in just slightly, letting his lips meet hers. This kiss was sweet, gentle, and lasted maybe a few seconds. It wasn't forced, nor was it lustful. Once it ended, he'd resume his oroginal position, empty coffee cup on the table i, front of them.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 1, 2015 21:59:09 GMT -6
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Ty gave a good hearty laugh at that. "You could say that, yeah. Sadly, I'm not sure what happened to her, so if you want ink, you'll have to do it the old fashioned way." He gave a soft shrug as he finished his coffee and got up to fix himself another cup.
"Though, I haven't seen how you piss people off yet. Unless we're just so similar we can manage to coexist like this," he gave her a grin as he made his way back over to her and sat down, this time just a little closer than last time. He was a little awkward when it came down to intimacy, given his past relationships, and how it had kind of been awhile. But he didn't want to ruin anything, either.
"I think I might get a few more. Maybe stop when I run out of upper torso," he said with a slight chuckle.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 1, 2015 15:45:04 GMT -6
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Ty liked his coffee. That was the explanation for the family-sized coffee pot in his bachelor pad. He had an idea of what she thought about him taking off his shirt, but his reasons were to remain hidden. After all, how would he spring on her that he could read and transfer memories using simple objects like shirts and bottle openers? Besides, that was part of the vow he made to himself when he first spoke to her; every part of tonight, he'd do the old fashioned way, no using his freaky psychic things to gain an advantage.
Making his way to the couch, he sat next to her, shrugging just a little. "Well, it actually started a few years ago. It was Valentine's Day, and I was fresh off my first breakup with my ex. Long story short, I pissed off an ink manipulator, who stuck me with a pink hummingbird, right here," he motioned to the little pink bird on his collarbone. "That led to me getting a mean looking fish-skeleton. After all that, I decided to turn my torso into a canvas. Each one, save for the fish, represents a person or event in my life--though it hasn't been updated in...oh, two years? After that first one, I guess I sort of got addicted."
He relaxed into the cushions of the couch, a smile on his face. Talking about his tattoos made him happy. It reminded him of simpler times, and it was sort of a passion of his, though he never really saw it that way.
"And it all started with an involuntary, stupid hummingbird," he murmured with a chuckle. He didn't know what she'd think of the story, and his body being a mural to his life, but here it was. Ty got this far by being himself, and that was either going to take him home, or send him back to the bench alone.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 1, 2015 10:15:33 GMT -6
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Asked for a dance.
Then it was fortunate Ty had the idea to get out of there when he did. Chivalrous as he was, the man couldn't dance worth a purple crap. But that was a subject to be addressed another day, because now they were leaving, hand in hand as he led the way home.
He had to admit, he enjoyed the walk perhaps a bit much. It felt so...amazing, just to be able to share and be with someone. It'd been too long since he could say he'd truly had a chance to do that.
His neighborhood wasn't bad, but it was nowhere near ritzy either. His moral code rang true as he held open the door and didn't even take the opportunity to stare at her butt.
The apartment itself was simple, yet cozy. The door opened up onto a kitchen area, separated from the living area by a bar-type counter, complete with stools. Off of the living area were two doors; one closed that led to the restroom, and the open door was the bedroom. Unlike Ty's choice in bars, the apartment sported soft, relaxing colors. And surprisingly, it was clean. Then again...Ty only really stayed home lone enough to sleep.
"Welcome to Casa de Ty. Make yourself at home," he said as he started a pot of coffee. Curiously, for a man who lived alone, his counter sported a large coffee pot instead of one just big enough for a single person.
Once the coffee got going, Ty shed his shirt and tossed it into a laundry basket--he didn't want to risk Mag touching it and getting booby trapped. So now, he was in a tight black muscle shirt that showed he was a little more athletic in build than he first appeared. Over the top of the shirt, a few tattoos peeked out: part of a moon outlined in a green aura, the beginnings of a spider web, and the wings of a butterfly, all connectes and going from the left side of his chest, to the right.
Then, he poured himself a cup of coffee. "If you want anything, feel free to help yourself." He gave a soft smile as he sipped his coffee, straight black.
