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 May 12, 2013 7:00:50 GMT -6
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When the package finally came, Ty was pretty much a nervous wreck. His imagination had run wild, and he was chomping at the bit to get this done. It wasn't like he was madly in love with her or anything, but...she was a friend. And in Ty's life, good solid friends were hard to come by. He took the package from the man in the banana-suit and went back to his room, shutting the door, and locking it. He pulled out the shirt, unfolding it to reveal the disassembled gun.
The pickpocket removed his green gloves, and reached out for the main part of the weapon, attempting to calm his beating heart and racing mind as he did so.
~The first image of Noel was the gun being presented to her when she started FBI training. Her very last test, being recruited to a black ops division. Image after image of her tagging and wiping mutants' memories as if they were animals...
But back at the office, she was bullied. To the point of being tricked into jumping into a lake naked so they could steal her clothes. He saw her being taken down, given scars and tattoos, but these were healed by someone Ty had never seen in his life.
Her office was shut down, leaving her as a scapegoat for the 'real' FBI. More mind games, and more memory wiping, this time leaving her and the victim in an insane asylum. Then, the memories began getting a bit spotty, after wiping the memories of the man who'd healed her.~
Ty's head was reeling, it was just so much to process, but it wasn't over yet. Next, he saw Noel sitting on a couch, disassembling the weapon, and her words were as plain as day. After it ended the gun fell to the floor, and Ty collapsed on the bed, pale and sick to his stomach. He had no idea that was what she had to deal with.
He shook his head, popping some aspirin and rolling over. "No...I'll never lie to you.I...just be careful...I'm tired of losing people I let in..." he said, as if she could actually hear him. But she couldn't, and by now she was probably in the middle of doing what she felt she had to do...
Posted by Ty Fisher on May 9, 2013 13:59:42 GMT -6
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I'm going to be gone this weekend. Pen's graduating Saturday, so I'm going to be leaving within the next half hour to an hour, and will be back like...Saturday night. Until then I probably won't be able to post.
That...that was not Ty had expected. Not in the least.
"Well, ****..." he muttered, standing to his feet, the effects of the alcohol starting to settle in. "Fairly...but this isn't exactly the kinda dancing I was hoping for tonight..." he slurred slightly as he pulled out his own knife. It wasn't as long, but the little guy had seen alot of blood since Ty bought it from that pawn shop months ago.
"Not the context I wanted to hear that in, either..." he grumbled about her last comment as the....five? men approached in the still-spinning room. This...was going to suck.
Ty was crashed on his bed in Sanctuary. In the safety of his own room. He figured considering his run of luck lately, that was the best thing for him to be. That or, hey, runs of bad luck really made a man tired, and sleeping was always good. So good, in fact, that he didn't hear the rare sound of his phone going off. Maybe that's what he got for keeping it on vibrate all the time.
'You've reached Ty Fisher. Leave a Message.' The recording was very simple, but it was enough to do the job.
When he woke up later, he pulled out his phone, seeing a missed call and a voice-mail from Noel. It'd been awhile since they'd had contact, so he eagerly checked the message.
"Ty. I'm about to do something... well, really stupid."
Just the way she said this let him know something was about to go down. Ty'd done alot of things he regretted, but a promise was a promise. When the message finished, Ty sat on his bed, debating whether or not to call her back. In the end, he decided against. After all she'd said all she needed, and anything else would come to light as it needed, right? Really, all he could do was wait.
Posted by Ty Fisher on May 8, 2013 19:42:04 GMT -6
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Ty silently nodded, but he refrained from snorting. Yeah. You make an honest living... Not taking the tro--Oh crap. She was going to drive out to the middle of nowhere and kill him. He knew it. He just...knew it.
Walk? She meant limp...yee-freaking-ha.
"I'm really in no shape to walk, so...it seems we'll be hanging out awhile," he murmured, intending for her to hear. He relaxed a little, hoping she wasn't planning to kill him. Because...he wouldn't stand a chance in hell.
"Yeah," he replied, dropping the subject before he had to mention that the one time he was doused in blood was that one time he'd accidentally shot someone. And later cried about it.
I hate chest-hair...Was Ty's last thought before doing everything the girl had instructed, tossing the drink back in one gulp. Okay...that was likely a bad idea. And Ty was such a lightweight. Setting the glass back on the counter, he held onto the bar with one hand, suddenly doubting his judgement.
He looked at her, trying to steady the room that was now slowly spinning. "What?"
Posted by Ty Fisher on May 7, 2013 19:53:42 GMT -6
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Ty shook his head. "Trust me. A calm afternoon helping a friend is payment enough. Besides, you did save my hide back there, too," he added with a look of sincerity. But he was getting tired, and sadly, he couldn't think of an excuse to stop her as she opened the door to leave this time.
"Yeah. I'll take care of it," he replied, taking out his phone and saving her in his contacts. He sighed sadly, though inwardly he was just happy to be alive.
"We'll keep in touch. Just lemme know when you're ready, I'm not usually too busy. I can pull free just about anytime. We'd likely have a better time when we're not fighting for our lives, heh..." He gave a dry laugh, putting the car into gear, and reluctantly put his foot on the gas, slowly pulling out into the road. Gradually, the little red sports car gained speed, eventually disappearing into the distance.
Posted by Ty Fisher on May 7, 2013 16:42:25 GMT -6
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"I'm not interested. She assumed I was trying to hit on her when all I care about at 7:whateverthehelltimeitis in the morning is my coffee." The redhead let out a sigh. "Skipping, kissing behind the dumpsters, what's it matter? Besides, you're in no shape to skip." he replied, taking a sip of the sweet refill of his coffee. Ah...at least no matter what, he'd always have coffee.
As they started out the door, Ty took the note in his hand and pocketing it. "After my coffee," he said matter-of-factly as he took another sip of the glorious morning wake-me-up. Long, slow sips. He was going to enjoy this, because from the looks of it, this was all he had to look forward to today.
Sadly, all cups have a bottom. And Ty reached his way too soon, he thought. Well, that's it for that...Tossing his cup into a street-side trash can, Ty took off a glove, and grabbed the note from his pocket, focusing and relaxing...
~It was a similar--if not the exact same setup as the last note. Another adjacent page in the perfect position for Ty to read. 'Good Morning, Sunshine.'
I hope you two enjoyed your breakfast, because today starts the real fun. And yes, Tyler. You have to play along. Because if you don't, your little boyfriend will kill you. Though...he'll likely do that regardless. But let's make this easy~
Tell him this address, and you have fifteen minutes to be there. Don't be late~
By the way, if you play nicely, I might let you in on how your friend got that little limp of his. ; )
"All he said was we have fifteen minutes to be at such-and-such address. And not to be late. After you, fearless leader," Ty said, voice dripping with sarcasm at the last statement.
Posted by Ty Fisher on May 7, 2013 15:29:39 GMT -6
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Ty sighed audibly, lightly hitting his head against the surface he was leaning on. "I didn't take anything, never said I didn't intend to," he admitted quietly. He bit his lip, remembering the days when he could get away with crap like this. Where did he go wrong? Maybe he was just...losing it. Maybe he just wasn't cut out to be a thief anymore. Maybe there was a deeper purpose than that. Wasn't that what he wanted, anyway?
"Yeah...I'll say. No...I don't need a ride anywhere," he said, still down on himself and beating himself up. "I...again, I'm sorry for the trouble..."
Posted by Ty Fisher on May 6, 2013 14:39:46 GMT -6
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Ty knew without a doubt that he was full well screwed. He pressed up against the side of the van, taking deep breaths as she snarled, then spoke.
"As of now I'm re-evaluating my choice of day-jobs..." he muttered, looking at how many times recently his thievery attempts had blown up in his face. Maybe he was just...losing his touch. Without Tses...well since he'd dumped Tses his pickpocketing and thieving skills hadn't been worth jack.
"Look," he said, keeping his voice from shaking as much as it wanted to, "I didn't take anything..." He sighed. Of course he didn't take anything; he didn't have much time to. Besides, this was just an attempt to blow off some steam.
Posted by Ty Fisher on May 6, 2013 14:32:41 GMT -6
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Ty smiled as she fastened her seatbelt again and told him her real address, and in exchange he repeated his number as he put the little sports car back into gear and pulled out onto the street. "When I use my power, it's like the entire life of the object I touch is crammed into my brain. What it saw, I see, over the course of a few minutes. Its memories become mine. As far as charging..." His voice trailed off a bit.
"Well, usually I just end up finding things by accident, and doing it for money seems to come back to bite me, heh. But I tell you what." He looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "For you, I'd do it for nothing. Though I'd at least need a nap first if you don't want want me passed out on your couch or something, heh. I'd also need some belongings of yours that you had at the time you need me to remember," the young man explained.
"Yeah. You're the only mutant I've met that has a mutation remotely like mine. It's neat. Besides...after what I've been through recently, I could use the company." He turned onto another street, nearing the address she told him.
The redhead, would-be thief tried to stay calm and assess the situation while trying to remain hidden. But assessing your situation is hard from under a tarp where you can't even see the driver of the vehicle you're trapped in. Suddenly, the van stopped, and Ty was a blink of an eyelash from just opening the door and running for it.
But no. The light turned green and the van was on the move again. WHAT THE--
This nut floored it, driving like a freaking madman and making the psychic wonder what the hell he got himself into this time. When the tarp was yanked off of him, he knew his jig was up. Great...of course he'd try to rob a van owned by a lion...
He forced himself to a sitting position, trying to find something to hang onto while avoiding eye contact. Yep, poor old Ty was still stuck in his rut of bad luck. He scrambled out of the way as a box fell and almost hit him.
Posted by Ty Fisher on May 5, 2013 10:52:36 GMT -6
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Ty heard the door open, which was bad. So, he curled up under the tarp and prayed that someone was just going to get something out and go back about their business. And, that seemed the case, seeing as how there was alot of ruffling.
...Crap. Something hit him upside the head, a...pouch or something. And...ow! Was that a notebook? Double crap...the door shut, the engine started, and the van began to move, jarring him very rudely on the takeoff.
Mentally, Ty was cursing every word and every deity he could think of. But a bigger question arose: Who the hell even owned this van? That could prove dangerous...But all he could do was hope for the best as his heart thumped in his chest and sweat beaded on his brow.
Looks like Ty's luck was still getting the better of him...
Ty was definitely feeling down on his luck. Nothing lately seemed to pan out his way--unless you count the countless times he narrowly escaped death. But considering how the last time resulted in him having to limp around for awhile...that was a bittersweet victory. And the events that followed--well, let's face it, there are plenty of those that he couldn't even remember. Sure, he could have used his mutation to figure it out easily, but...part of him wasn't 100% sure he wanted to.
Not to mention all of his foiled theft-attempts recently. Maybe he was just losing his touch...No. Never. He was just in a slump, and limp or no limp...he was still one hell of a thief and pickpocket. And he was going to prove it. Not to the world, not to his ex, not to anyone who thought poorly of him. He was going to prove it to that little voice in his head that seemed to down every little thing he did.
Up ahead, parked along the curb, was a van. Perfect. Though Ty would never steal a van, those had alot of room and usually contained some kind of loot, right? Of course. Quietly, the redhead limped over to it, opening and closing the door behind him as quietly as he could, climbing into the very back. See? Tools. Those could pick up some money.
Things were starting to look up, after all. Now...what else was in here...? Wow, tons of boxes of tools, hack saws...even a set of sai...Oh yeah. Definitely starting to look up. The only question was how to get this all out without being spotted...well, he could steal the whole van...
But this thought was interrupted by a sound that had him ducking under a nearby tarp.
"I understand," he said. "People tend to flip when they find out I can touch something and find out where it's been."
He blinked when she started acting weird, then she explained why. Okay, that actually made sense. And then she started unhooking her seatbelt and making motions to leave. "Wait, don't go just yet." Did that sound like he was begging? Or being clingy? He didn't mean it that strongly, he just did not want another awkward parting. He was actually starting to grow tired of those.
"I'm honestly just some guy you met on the bus this morning. Three of us answered a job ad looking for mutants who could see into the past, and we thought we'd make a few extra bucks. In a nutshell, it was a trap, and we became hunted. Sadly...only the two of us made it out." He sighed. "Anyway, my number is xxx-xxx-xxxx. Ty Fisher."
