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.
The somewhat plain old ice cream truck that Ty had stolen his first night back was now a machine of mythological proportions. Once plain white, the paint job was now a mix of whites and blues, almost looking like a rolling landscape of snow and ice. The window used for dispensing ice cream was gone, making it impossible to see in.
But on the inside, the back of the van was now a mix between a little kid's paradise and a secret FBI base. On the back wall of the vehicle, the cooler and ice cream dispensers were not only still in tact, they'd been upgraded to hold more ice cream, and offer more soft-serve flavors. This, would remain stocked and functional at all times; it was imperative.
On the side where the window used to be, there was a large monitor, closer to a TV than a computer screen. The CPU itself was under the passenger seat, and things like the keyboard were on a special shelf that flipped down to expose it only when needed to accommodate for space. Speakers were wired into the vehicle itself, and the special speakers that played the ice cream music were now wired to hook up to an ipod, because why not.
Bolted into the floor, were four chairs; the center two, meant for the co-owners of the vehicle, were executive style chairs, and the two on the outer side were more basic. All of the chairs and the seats were upholstered a dark blue, to contrast the light blue and white of the outside and the icy blue carpet on the floor. And to top it all off, everything was wifi compatible, the locks were state of the art, and Ty and Panu could track it from their phones if anything ever went wrong and their baby ever went missing.
The big icy blue machine pulled up into the park where Ty'd met a certain blind technopath that day a couple months ago, and waited, as the sun set. This...was Jotunheim. In Norse Mythology, it was the land of the frost giants. In New York City, it was the base of Operations for a certain pair of Ragnarok members.
Pulling out his phone, Ty sent a text. I'm in the place where we met. She's ready.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Nov 17, 2015 14:28:18 GMT -6
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"Hey, love is a funny language, sometimes," Ty replied with a small shrug and a slight smirk. Thankfully, Ty was able to divert the conversation away from Ty's occupation, because "odd jobs" were 99 times out of a hundred, less than legal. And that isn't something you reveal to a new drinking buddy. Let that tidbit come out later. If ever.
"Sometimes, it actually is an open I love you. Other times, it's worrying, or being aggressively protective. Or in the case of my ex, blowing **** up," he chuckled, not really minding that he was turning his personal life into a joke. Hell, a good portion of his memoirs, should he ever write them, would definitely read like a comedy, so eh. "Take it at face value; she cares, and worrying is how she shows it."
He gave an almost sage-like nod as he downed his drink and waved for another.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Nov 7, 2015 20:16:16 GMT -6
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"Oh, don't worry, I've grown past that," he explained. "Like I said, when my powers first surfaced...yeah, I wasn't avove it by any means." He chuckled lightly, remembering how many times that little move got him in trouble. Or you know, nearly killed.
Another day, another person he meets asking what he did for a living. And he had yet to answer this question one hundred percent honestly. "Well, I don't have a set job, per se," he said, telling the same mostly-truthful-statement he always did. "But, I do a lot of odd jobs here and there that utilize my mutation."
Posted by Ty Fisher on Nov 7, 2015 20:08:40 GMT -6
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He chuckled, nodding. "No one else has ever thrown up, except me, when I impart a lot of thoughts onto something," he explained calmly, relaxing into the couch. "In case I haven't said this already, I promised I'd never use my powers on you without your consent. And this goes for not only what I just did, but my ability to read the memories off of objects as well," he explained, looking over at her.
He took a few breaths, letting his screaming muscles calm down for the over-working they'd just received. "Sooo....now that we got all of that out of the way," he murmured. "You feeling any better? It should subside after several minutes."
So...Pen and I are starting to pack and will be moving soon. This means that neither of us will be online for...I don't know how long, I'll be sporadic, and will post when I'm back for good and moving's all done.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 27, 2015 18:35:24 GMT -6
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Well that was...unexpected. And ew. He'd suffered that effect of his power, but it never seemed to happen when he used it on others. Until now, that is. She was sick, he was hurt. Guess they were the perfect couple, eh?
"Huh...that usually just happens to me..." he murmured, pushing himself up. He was feeling mostly better, still beaten up. But she did a good job doctoring him. He made his way to the kitchen, and after a few long moments, came back with a mop.
Soon, he realized that mopping required certain muscles, and in Ty's case...all of those muscles were sore right now. But he finished cleaning and put the mop back before flopping on the couch next to her.
"So...now that you know the truth, I guess I owe you another apology, eh hun?" he lightly teased.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 22, 2015 19:43:40 GMT -6
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This time, it could be noted that Ty was drinking his a little faster than he had earlier that night. Why? Well, it could be speculated that maybe he anticipated more trouble and wanted to down it promptly. Or maybe he was just past his "cautious drinking" phase for the night, and just wanted to put a few away. Or maybe, and most accurately, maybe he was just drinking his drink whichever way he damn well pleased because he was a grown ass man.
"That makes two of us." And then, the million dollar question...
"So, what do you do?"
Great. There wasn't much of a way to sugar-coat being a thief. Well, maybe there was, but it'd take some time to thi--Bvvt bvvt bvvt...
Oh thank gods. The text gave him a little time to work on his sugar coating a bit.
"Oh, it's no problem. I don't really have a job job. I just do odd jobs on the side, mostly using my mutation. Pays the bills."
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 18, 2015 20:18:26 GMT -6
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Now that he thought about it, he really didn't want to know what Mag was like when she was legitimately angry. Tses was scary with the explosions and all, but...well he had seen a taste of Mag's power. She could end up striking him down with lightning from heaven or something else in that quite literal ballpark.
"Sounds good. I don't care too much for the huge joints; things tend to get out of hand easily. Smaller usually means more friendly and more close-knit." Ty already knew to have his ID ready, seeing as how he didn't look like he belonged on any scene with alcohol, especially since he shaved and cleaned himself up. But hey, two years ago his ID lost the need to be faked, so to speak.
It was a pretty nice, cozy place; a far cry from his usual club of choice and its green lights and metal music. But the jazz was very relaxing, and if things kept at this pace, he may have found a decent backup joint that would negate the need to hop bars ever again.
"Thanks," he replied with a nod. "Think I'll go for a rum and cola." His eyes scanned the place, mostly out of paranoia. Considering Ty's walk of life, lumped with what he'd been through tonight alone, much less the past year....well, let's just say for guys like Ty, it helped to be at least a little paranoid.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 18, 2015 19:52:32 GMT -6
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"Kids, I can handle. They don't know any better. Teenagers are just half-baked A-holes," he answered with a slight grumble.
"Eh, I may not be a patron saint or anything, but hurting women goes against my code of ethics," he replied with a small shrug. "Yeah, sometimes it's just better to have someone around. Even if it is a crazy guy with glowing red eyes who likes to scare teenagers~"
He chuckled at the chairs comment. "Chairs, I've never had nor wanted to use my power on. Luckily I can pick and choose. Usually I do it to check the authenticity of something, get dirt on someone...stuff like that. In my younger years I'd use it on clothing, but..." he let his voice trail off with a slight chuckle. He'd sort of outgrown that phase, though. Mostly...Maybe...
"That's still a pretty neat power. I'll make you a deal; I won't use mine on you and you don't use yours on me?" he asked, though the look on his face made it clear he was teasing. Mostly.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 18, 2015 19:42:50 GMT -6
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"Yeah, we haven't been together long, so I don't know the full extent of her rage yet. And between you and me, that's not exactly something I'm itchin' to find out," he replied with a slight chuckle. But not too much because he was still sore, and his body reminded him with every above-average breath.
"Hell....at this rate, I think I'd be lucky to survive any more trouble," he added as an afterthought, complete with groan.
Hmm....interesting options. Bars were usually not his usual style anymore, as bars usually spelled trouble; a fact that was very quickly brought back to his memory not long ago. Clubs however, were different; they were usually more upbeat and had more people just looking for fun and less people just wanting to get drunk and start fights.
"Jazz club sounds like a decent idea. And safe," he answered.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 16, 2015 7:57:10 GMT -6
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The ginger gave another nod. "Yeah, bullies suck. Nothing but a bunch of meat heads who get off via their own testosterone and insecurities. Like those guys that play unskippable ads before an internet video," he replied, trying to hide his aggravation with a joke; from this conversation, it was quite obvious that Ty had seen and dealt with his fair share of bullies.
"Yeah, they struck me as the kind of guys who have a stash of random like that somewhere." He shrugged; at least that part of the night was over now. They made their way to a stand, where Cafas merely bought a sweater to cover his injuries. He hoped it wasn't too serious, but as one who hated hospitals and doctors with a fiery passion...he was in no place to throw stones.
"Yeah...I'm not sure I could handle a rematch or a round two at this point. Especially considering the odds," he grumbled. His eyes scanned the area; he wasn't exactly familiar with this part of town anymore; after all, this was the city, and things tended to change when one left for a year.
"So...any ideas? I'm not exactly familiar with this part of town anymore."
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 15, 2015 20:17:18 GMT -6
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Ty nodded as they stepped outside, and Ty pulled his black hoodie closed, zipping it and pulling the hood up. Luckily, he never left home without sleeves this time of year. He felt a smirk cross his lips as he saw the Lumberjack Squad limping away like a pack of wounded dogs. Granted, Cafas did most of the work, but Ty helped, okay?
"I was thinking find somewhere less...stupid...where I can nurse my wounds and keep on drinkin'," was his reply. If Cafas wanted to join or had any ideas of his own, they would be greatly accepted. "Long as I can make it home in one piece when I'm done." Yeah, that was definitely a plus. Hiding what wounds he had now would be hard enough.
"I really gotta stop this...my girl sees me hobbling around hurt all the time, and...well who knows what could happen? I'd rather not find out..." he gave a soft chuckle, then paused--but it wasn't because of the sirens that just went by, no. It was...something else.
He remembered Tses. Though they were long over now, it still cut deep. There wasn't any closure, and he had moved onto someone else. Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was an odd mixture of both. He just had to admit that he couldn't change the past. But at the same time, not to let past baggage affect his future.
"So, if you'd wanna hang some more, I'm game. Just...no more fighting." His back was sore, as well as his arms, chest, and other various places that had been stomped. But his back was liable to be bruised, and he hadn't fully recovered from the fall out of that tree not long ago. At least his face healed up, assuming it wasn't bruised too badly from the fight, and it may have been.
"My back is ****ing killing me. What the **** did I get hit with?" he asked, hoping maybe Cafas had at least seen what it was.
"Yes, yes I would," he replied, still shaking off the fear and panic and the hangover that were all attacking him at once. The hangover was winning, but the fear and panic....well he was trying. In the heat of everything that happened that day, any given event was merely the tip of the iceberg. But afterwards, every little detail stuck out. Especially how easily this kid had killed four people. Four. In broad daylight. In the park.
But here...she seemed so sweet. Just like...a normal girl. Maybe he was wrong and his mind had just pinned this kid because she looked similar to...
The raised voice and the falling coin interrupted all of Ty's thoughts. Like he was hearing them not only loudly, but in slow motion. But then...
The way she picked up the coin. The skill required to palm a coin like that was something most kids didn't have. Given his own profession, Ty'd learned tricks like that, but it'd taken him awhile. Yep. It was her. Maybe she wasn't there to kill him. And hell, if she was...at least it'd help this damn headache.
"Put me down for two boxes of Thin Mints, two Caramel Delights, and one Peanut Butter Patty," he said groggily, his Southern accent still bleeding through his hangover. It was fortunate he liked his accent because there seemed to be no way he could shake it. "Name, Ty Fisher."
Well, now she knew his name. Not that it mattered anymore. Besides, maybe today was her personal "Sell Cookies instead of Murder" day. Who knew?
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 14, 2015 21:05:11 GMT -6
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"Ugggh...." Icy blue eyes opened with a groan. Last night was....sucky. If the sore, aching body wasn't enough, there was the subsequent hangover. And if that wasn't enough, and it definitely was, there was the added joy of the very vivid, graphic nightmares of flashbacks and his imagination stemming from such just made Ty's night all the worse.
Stupid Lori for scaring him into moving to Stupid Kansas. Stupid Kansas for being...Stupid Kansas...
His head was throbbing so badly it sounded like it was pounding audibly, shaking the entire apartment with its presence...
Wait...that was the door. Which he decided he should go answer if he wanted the hellish pounding to stop. So...he forced himself to his feet, pulling on a pair of pants and a Deep Purple tee shirt. Then, he dragged his bare feet across the floor, through the living room, grabbing his wallet and cell phone along the way, just in case. And then he opened the door.
Oh look...A Girl Scout. That meant Girl Scout Cookies, his favorite. He was going to give this girl a bunch of money--ohhhhh expletive....It was that girl...That girl. From the park. The one that killed those people.
Being of Irish heritage, Ty was already lacking in color. Add in the hangover, and Frosty the Snowman sported a better tan than him. And now...seeing her...he was so pale he was practically transparent. He froze in his tracks, not knowing what to do at this point. Maybe if he bought all her cookies she wouldn't kill him. But what if he did buy all her cookies, and she killed him anyway? Then he'd be broke, dead, and worst of all....he wouldn't have any cookies.
"Mornin," he finally said, gathering himself together as best he could.
Posted by Ty Fisher on Oct 13, 2015 21:50:46 GMT -6
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From the sounds of it, one of the pair had more than a year's training. Fortunately.
When he finally had room to breathe he stood up, reminding himself that he promised no knife. So he picked up...the leg of his barstool that Ratface had broken when he and Moustachio took their tumble. As Moustachio stood up, he met with the piece of wood to the side of the face.
Why? Mostly because he wanted the last hit. At this point, the Lumberjack Squad decided it best to cut their losses and drag their sorry hides out of the bar. Ty groaned a string of swear words. "This...is why I don't fight that much. Too much more of this and my girlfriend's gunna have my head on a plate..."
"That is, if I don't take it first. Both of you have three seconds to get the hell out or I'm calling the cops."
The bartender had finally made himself known. But something came to Ty's mind. Something related to his..."profession" of choice.
"We better git, dude," he said, his Southern drawl as prominent as it could be. "He's already called the cops." After he'd finished his statement, he was prepared to drag his hide out, also. It seemed since his return from Kansas, he'd grown an even bigger knack for getting into trouble.
