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.
"Oh god, I'm sorry. I probably scared the crap out of you."
Wait, why was she apologizing? She wasn't the one stealing a car. She stared at him, responding to his look of confusion with a raised eyebrow.
"No, no. Unfortunately it's not mine. I couldn't afford it." Charlotte admitted, letting out a small laugh, clicking her seat-belt. He may had been stealing the car, but at least he was a safe driver. She shot a glance over her shoulder as the owner of the car approached them. The car jolted forward, and she turned to give the owner a small wave. "We'll bring it back, I promise!" she shouted back. They would bring it back..right? She wasn't sure about the rules of car thievery.
As the cars and people passed them in a blur of color, it finally hit her. She was in a stolen car. She could get arrested. She had to get out. Although at the speed he was going, she'd rather risk getting in trouble than trying to jump out of the car. She fiddled for a cigarette, leaning down toward the floorboard so she could light it easier.
She let out a small stream of smoke as she glanced over to the driver. "No, this is my first time, actually. I'm sure you've never had someone jump in, either." Charlotte chuckled, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to keep it tame while the wind whipped it around her face.
Charlotte let out a silent groan as the small bell hanging above the door 'dinged', signaling the arrival of a customer. She straightened herself and took a drag from her cigarette before putting it out in a nearby ashtray. She had jinxed herself. She should have knocked on wood or something. "Hi, how are you?" she smiled, giving the man a quick look top to bottom. He was fairly attractive, but there was probably something tragic that happened to him. It was always the handsome ones that were the most messed up.
Grabbing a glass, she sat it on the bar in front of him and leaned forward ever so slightly, almost far enough that he'd be able to see down her shirt. "What kind of beer would you like?" she asked. She could tell this guy didn't drink often. You didn't just walk in and ask for a beer. Typically you'd request a specific type.
While she waited for an answer, the blonde picked up a small rag and began wiping down the top of the bar, sweeping the crumbs onto the floor behind her. She'd have to mop in the morning.
Charlotte had never been one for strolling. If she left her apartment it was either to go to work or something else of importance. But today she felt...off. And the only thing her body seemed to ache for was a walk around the city. She even treated herself to Starbucks, ordering some caramel mocha crumble triple-shot low-fat..thing. It was cloyingly sweet, almost as if someone had dumped a bag of sugar in and flavored it with coffee. She sipped it slowly, shuddering as she felt the sweetness slowly rot her teeth.
She had straightened her hair today, which seemed to frame her face much better. She chose to wear a black mini-skirt she hadn't worn since high school, which surprisingly still fit, and a white v-neck. Stopping to admire herself in a mirror, a sketchy figure crossed her field of vision. Instinctively she turned to get a better look, her blue eyes following the red-headed boy as he approached a convertible. Something wasn't right.
She took a few steps forward, and cocked her head. "There's no way." she mumbled to herself. Her feet carried her forward, stopping a few feet shy of the car. Thankfully, he was facing the same way and couldn't see her. The blonde leaned forward and saw him fiddle with the wires; she was in absolute shock. What kind of balls did this kid have to steal a car in the middle of the day?
The car came to life, a low and steady hum that filled her ears. And before she could blink, Charlotte found her hand clutching the car door and nonchalantly sliding into the passenger seat, as if she was condoning thievery.
"Uhhh.." she started, her voice quivering ever so slightly. "You know this is illegal..right?" Of course it was illegal. Like pointing out the obvious would stop him from committing an act that, from the looks of it, seems to have been done many times before.
The sun had finally set on the city and the customers coming into Dudley's had slowed dramatically. Many of them had to get up early for business meetings tomorrow, or left because they could no longer fund their alcohol binge. Whatever the reason, Charlotte was happy to close up early. Most of the time she wasn't sure why people came in anyways. The bar was nothing special. A few booths filled the far side of the wall, each housing a small TV built into the wall. Some of the vinyl was faded, while it was starting to crack in other parts. A pool table and a few dartboards provided entertainment in the back, while a large flat screen TV hung over the bar itself.
Even the food wasn't good. Mediocre burgers, steaks that, regardless of how they were ordered, were delivered to the patrons still mooing and bleeding on the plate. But then again, once you had enough alcohol in your system, anything could taste like a five-course meal. Case in point, the mound of fries Charlotte was munching on from a small plate. She'd occasionally stop to take long sips of the amber liquid that filled her glass. It was her..second? third? Long Island Iced Tea. She had lost count, but it didn't matter because those fries were a godsend. Munch, munch, sip.
This was nothing new for the blonde. In fact, it had become almost a nightly routine. Customers would leave, she'd make herself a drink with alittle too much alcohol, and she'd stumble home to eat Oreos and watch the shopping network. Oh god, she was turning into her mother. She groaned at the thought of. Sip, sip, munch.
She placed her head on the bar, the cool wood a welcomed change to her flushed face. When had she gotten so warm? She propped herself up with her elbows and took another sip from her glass as she fished for a cigarette out of her back pocket. She took the last sip and placed the cigarette between her lips. She flicked her lighter, lit the cigarette, and glanced over at the clock. Thirty minutes until she could leave.
"I can do this." she muttered to herself. She prayed that no one walked in last minute.
That accent was going to be the death of her. Charlotte has always had a weak spot for accents. And cute boys. Cute boys that smoked. Cute boys that smoked that could.. have tiny hearts manifest on the end of their cigarettes? She spared an eyebrow to raise, and took a puff of her own cigarette. Had she finally met another elemental mutant? She'd have to do some poking and prodding throughout this adventure and find out. There was no doubt in her mind that the bag of bones in the suit was a mutant. That was the only logical explanation.
>>And I am Clayton Stark, gentleman skeleton and detective extraordinaire."
Charlotte cocked her and received his business card, a look of confusion appearing on her face as she glanced over it before sliding it into her back pocket. What kind of detective work could a skeleton do? Did he deal with living matters or ones dealing more with the afterlife? "I wonder if he could talk to my dead cat for me," she mused to herself, a small smirk tugging at the edges of her mouth.
The blonde turned her attention to Clayton as he proposed their first task: standing on top of cars and warning the city of it's impending, albeit false, doom. A simple task for an outgoing person. She personally wouldn't do it. It's not that she minded public speaking, but the looks of bewildered confusion from innocent people strolling down the streets would make her feel guilty. "Well go on!" she began, nudging Johnny with her shoulder. "The aliens could start attacking any minute. And if you need any special effects for a more realistic feel, I can make a fire hydrant explode or something." She shrugged. Why couldn't she have some fun with her mutation while the boys made fools of themselves?
It was her one day off, the first one she's had in...well, this might actually be her first day off. And Charlotte was in desperate need of new clothes. Granted, her closet at home was overflowing and she had resorted to storing some of her shoes in her oven to make space. It's not like anyone used their oven anymore, right? It was the age of dining at restaurants and ordering Chinese food, so who was to judge her? But still. A girl could always use more clothing.
The blonde's attention had been caught by a yellow sundress hugging a mannequin in the shop window, and she was searching high and low for a price tag. She needed to be more frugal with her tips, but that dress would look great with a pair of strappy black heels she had... or were they white? Regardless, she had shoes to match that dress and it was going to be hers.
Without warning, a reflection appeared behind her in the glass, and she spun to face the stranger.
>>“Excuse me, ma’am, but would you mind doing me a favor?”
She was less focused on the words being said to her and more interested in the accent. She hadn't heard a Southern accent in awhile, and she was thoroughly intrigued. Maybe she'd have a legitimate reason to buy that dress after-all. The boy's friend, a.. skeleton? Since when were skeletons out and about wandering the streets? Well, it was New York.
"Well," she finally spoke, retrieving a cigarette from her purse and placing it between her lips. "Who am I to refuse helping two rather handsome young..men settle a bet?" She winked at the skeleton and flicked her lighter, taking a drag from the cigarette as she leaned against the window behind her. "I'm Charlotte," she informed, blowing out a small stream of smoke. "And you two are?"
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Bridgeport, Connecticut
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian/French
Appearance
Hair color and style: Dirty-blonde, shoulder length and wavy, but usually kept up in a messy bun
Skin Tone:Lightly tanned, but she longs to be darker
Eye Color: A pale blue, almost grey
Height: 5’7”
Build: Toned, with a few curves in the right places
Visible mutation: None
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Pierced ears and bellybutton; a small tattoo on her hip of the initials JHW (her ‘first true love’ from highschool. She’s determined to get it removed at some point.)
Other features: None
Everyday clothing style: Usually you can catch her in brightly colored tank tops and V-necks with denim cut-off shorts and some flats or flip-flops.
Uniform: Working as a waitress at Dudley’s Bar (a.k.a Hell) Charlotte’s uniform consists of a plain white V-neck (which is a size too small, but her boss says it helps get tips) and denim shorts or a skirt.
Sleepwear: Ideally, she likes sleeping in an oversized shirt and a pair of boxers. However, since she works night-shifts most times, she’ll come home, strip down to her bra and panties, and call it a night.
Miscellaneous clothing: Usually she carries around a small purse than holds a bottle of water, her makeup, and a pack of cigarettes.
Character
Personality: Charlotte is very approachable: one must be when they’re waitressing! The regulars have described her as being bubbly and outgoing, but can have a temper if you get on the wrong side of her. She has no problem expressing herself or her thoughts, and sometimes she may share just a little too much. On occasion she can come off as extremely flirty or forward, but that’s attributed to her waitressing and forgetting that not everyone she meets is a customer with a tip.
Hobbies/ Interests: Shopping, swimming, archery, reading, oh and was shopping mentioned?
Job or part time job and description: She’s been waitressing at Dudley’s for almost two years.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: She is deathly afraid of spiders, and most of the time she is concerned about whether or not she’ll be able to pay next month’s rent. But hey, what’s wrong with late rent as long as she has some new shoes?
Special talents: She fit eight superpuff marshmallows in her mouth one time. That counts..right?
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Charlotte tries her best to stay neutral; she hates all the fighting and problems going on around her. But if it came down to it, she would side with the “good”.
Mutations
Mutation description: Charlotte has the ability to manipulate water, bending it as she wishes. She cannot create her own water, so there must be some source of water readily available. She typically carries around a bottle of water in case she’s caught in a dry place. As far as she has been able to tell, water of all different types (tap, salt, etc.) seem to behave the same, although some water can act defiant. That is, she has to work more to control and manipulate it. She has attempted on multiple occasions to use her ability on ice and water vapors, but she’s found that her powers don’t extend to water when in states other than liquid.
Strengths: Not a big fan of fighting, Charlotte finds she’s better as using water to defend herself rather than attack someone. She protects herself by manipulating the density of the water, causing it to become “hard”, almost as if you were touching wood. She can use this ability to “harden” water to the point where she could cut through paper and wood with ease. If she were to attempt cutting steel or any sort of tough metal, she found have to focus and dedicate a large amount of time hacking at it before she could cut through. Because of her ability to control water, she has somewhat of a sixth sense when she is approaching some source of water, but only if it is in its liquid state. She has found that she can detect most amounts of water, ranging from a glass on a table to a puddle or lake down the road.
Weaknesses and Limitations: Charlotte’s control over water can only extend to twenty or twenty-five feet. Anything further than that and she is unable to manipulate it. She has only been able to control between ten and fifteen gallons of water. She finds it easier to focus on one entity of water instead of trying to split her attention between multiple entities. She has controlled up to three entities before, but found it hard to keep her focus split between them for longer than ten minutes. Strain is put on her as she tries to focus on more or control more than her limit, resulting in headaches, blurred vision and, if she pushes herself too far, she will simply pass out. She can control or ‘hold’ water for up to thirty minutes, but any duration after twenty minutes and she must focus completely on the water or else her control begins to falter. Her control over water also leeches small amounts from her own body, which can lead to dehydration. Because of this, Charlotte must drink anywhere between ten and twelve glasses of water a day, otherwise she can become groggy and sluggish.
She has found that it is nearly impossible to control water that has/had electricity running through it. Something about the electrical current disrupts her connection to the water, leaving her with minimal control. At the most she could manipulate the water for five minutes.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: In high school, Charlotte was a swimmer and does her best to swim three times a week. She hates physical activity outside of swimming and avoids lifting and running as much as she can.
Fighting Style: She doesn’t really have a ‘fighting’ style. She prefers to be evasive, and if there’s a body of water nearby she will stay close to or actually get in it.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: The pro is she can use her swimming skills to her advantage. The cons are she’s out of luck if there’s no water around, and all that running really exhausts her.
History Of Your Character
Born to French immigrants Hugo and Colette Merle, a pastry chef and French teacher respectively, Charlotte was the second of three children. Growing up in Bridgeford, Connecticut, Charlotte and her siblings, older brother Oliver and younger sister Adelaide, had never heard of mutants before, until her brother’s twelfth birthday party. She was too young to remember personally, but according to her brother (who liked to exaggerate just a little), instead of blowing out the candles on his cake he ended up breathing out a small amount of fire, setting the dining room table aflame. From that point on, Charlotte hoped and prayed and dreamed of what her power would be, and if it would manifest on her birthday like her brother’s. Maybe she’d sprout fairy wings, or be able to teleport, or talk to animals!
But her 12th birthday came and went, and…nothing. No wings, no teleporting, and her cat just gave her a weird look whenever she tried talking to it. Charlotte was devastated. She thought she was going to be the one child who didn’t have a power. She started secluding herself. She left the house often, wandering the woods and spending time at the small ponds and rivers that were nestled in the city. Years and years passed, and Charlotte heard of all the horrible things happening to mutants in the big city. She started to think maybe it was good that she wasn’t a mutant. She wouldn’t have to fear for her life.
Onto high school, where being a mutant was out of her mind and all Charlotte thought about was joining the swim team. Something just seemed.. right about it. And joined it she did. She quickly became the star of the swim team. She didn’t even think she swam that well. When she was in the water, it almost felt like it was gently nudging her, helping her get the best times. Her and her family was ecstatic. Her teammate Randy, however, was not. One evening after practice, he asked Charlotte for some tips to swim better. Once they were in the pool and she asked to see his form, he turned and delivered an open-handed slap to her face. Her head snapped back and, caught off guard, she didn’t have time to retaliate before his hands were around her throat and her head was underwater. She struggled and kicked, but he was much stronger than she. And then something happened. The water began moving. Not little ripples, but giant waves began filling the pool. They slowly began circling Charlotte and Randy, gradually speeding up until his hands were off her throat and he was caught in the thrashing of the waves, which were now slamming him against the wall. She didn’t know what to do. She was terrified. “Stop..Please,” she mumbled, and suddenly everything was calm. The water surface was completely still, as if nothing had happened. But she knew what happened. It had finally happened. And she had to leave.
She told her parents she had to leave town, that she was ready for a new city. They begged her to stay, but deep inside they knew what the reason was. And just like that, she left. Her destination was New York, where she knew she could be around others just like her, even if it meant putting herself in danger. Now, 4 years later, Charlotte works as a waitress at Dudley’s, making minimum wage and trying to keep up with rent while buying every expensive handbag she sees.
Roleplay
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It was just after midnight, and the moon was high in the sky, casting a dull glow over the streets. For being so late, the streets were still bustling with a collection of different people. And among those people was Charlotte Merle. The twenty-two year old waitress had just gotten off work, and in dire need of a cigarette. She knew it was a nasty habit, but something about a cigarette after dealing with drunk customers who wanted to grope her made the night worth it, especially when there was a substantial wad of cash in her front pocket. And she’d rather smell of smoke than stale beer any day. She fumbled in her small bag, looking for the small pack of cigarettes and her lighter.
Stopping at a deserted street corner, the young blonde finally yanked her cigarettes out, letting out a triumphant “Ha ha!”. She placed the filter between her lips and flicked her lighter, taking a deep breath as she felt the smoke fill her lungs. Her shoulders relaxed and her head slowly tilted back as she exhaled, watching the smoke slowly drift away from her. Before she could take another drag, she felt something tug at her. Thinking it was just a rude passerby, she paid no mind. That was, until, she realized the weight her purse created on her shoulder had magically disappeared. She could feel her heart beat increase as adrenaline and anger started coursing through her veins. She turned, so sharply that she almost lost her balance on top of her heels. Her eyes narrowed and she saw her target.
Only ten feet or so away she saw a black figured growing smaller, and in its hand was her purse. She let out a disgruntled sigh, flicked her cigarette into the street, and started jogging after him. She was going to regret running in heels when she woke up, but that purse was Coach! She began picking up speed, keeping an eye on the dark figure as it turned a corner into an alley. She could feel her breath catching; swimming was one thing, but running was completely different. She skidded around the corner, and came to a halt as she realized it was dead-end.
And there, trying to hide behind a trashcan about as well as an elephant hiding behind a tree was the thief, her pink purse dangling from his grubby fingers. “You have something that belongs to me,” she spat, rather shaky, as she tried to catch her breath. “and I want it back.” The dark figure let out a deep, two-note laugh. Charlotte almost would have been scared, had it not been for the fact that she saw the puddle that the figure had stepped into. A smile crept across her face as she heard the man beckon, “If you want it then you gotta come get it.” She heard him mutter some sort of swear word that was definitely not to be said to a lady, and scoffed in disgust.
Before she could even think about doing anything, her arm was already thrusting itself in front of her, her painted fingernails curling into a fist. “What are you - What the-“Before the man could finish his sentence, the water he was standing in began to wrap around his ankles, slithering up his legs like snakes. The tendrils moved rapidly, constricting his legs and arms. Charlotte walked forward, snatched her purse, and turned. “Don’t ever-“ and she paused, placing a cigarette in her mouth and lighting it, “-ever touch my purse again.” She exhaled, exited the alley and flicked her wrist behind her head. She heard the splash of water as it hit the ground and the thud that followed, which beckoned a smile to her lips. Any man that touched her purse would not live to see another day. And with that, she sashayed home, a cigarette dangling between her lips and her purse clutched tightly to her side.
