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.
After leaving Maya and Katrina, Garrett walked off to a far corner of the mansion's sprawling property. He reached the perimeter wall and followed it down to the corner where it met the other wall. Well, he almost did. About twenty feet from the corner, the weeds had become brambles. Five more feet and the brambles became full on thorn bushes. The actual corner was a large mass of twisted vines, thick with thorns that had to be at least two inches long.
Garrett stared at the twisted mass and thought he was sweating, his face was wet. He felt and it was salty water, but it was from tears. He remembered now. The Wills' had a large bit of property in rural Delaware. He had crawled around in bushes just like these as a boy. Tom and Betty Wills. His parents.
It wasn't a full realization, but it was something. At that moment, he was no longer a coma patient. No longer a mutant. He was Garrett...Theodore? Yes! Garrett Theodore Wills. He dropped to his knees, feeling an overwhelming sensation of exhilaration and astonishment.
From his low vantage point, he saw a possible route into the fibrous cluster. He looked at his hands and numbed them out to ease the crawl, which wouldn't be nearly as easy for a young man as a small boy. Though it was only 10 feet, it was a slow, arduous ten. He definitely got more than one thorn securely fixed in his palm, but it became worth it when he got to the center.
Inside the giant bush, the light filtered in from all directions. He thought of old times when he would spend hours in such a spot. It appeared to be another world. An alien world made of thorns, but so cool and serene inside. He smiled and wiped the sweat and tears from his face with his sleeve and saw blood streaming down his forearm. He looked and found four different thorns embedded in his palms. He gingerly pulled them free and pressed his palms into his pants, to stop the bleeding.
Garrett was relieved that she was alright, but also was not surprised at her quick recovery. He respected her strength and stepped back and rose as she waved them away. He was truly taken with her. It wasn't a romantic ideal. It was just sheer respect, perhaps with a bit of idolization thrown in. Could anything stop her?
"That was pretty impressive, Garrett, especially that continuous assault. I have a sudden sympathy for lobsters now. What are you feeling after all of that?"
That was an interesting question. Rather than analyze it, he decided to vocalize how he felt, as that was probably what she was going for."I feel pleased. I really lost myself in the exquisite intricacies of it. I haven't actually slowed down enough to observe the process. It was beautiful. Physically, I feel invigorated. I believe the main thing on my mind at the moment is that in any type of combat situation, I am not going to have the luxury of lying down and meditating."
He shrugged, the satisfactory smile still on his face. He then added, "I have alot of work to do, but I think I am headed in the right direction. What do you think?"
The smug grin dissolved into a strange look of confusion. Apparently, humor was not called for in this situation. Ghost was admiring the iris and speaking to Katrina to make sure she was alright. He didn't really understand what he had done other than lay in the sun and get interrupted, but apparently he was no longer needed in the conversation. This was no reason to be coarse with either of them though.
He turned to Katrina. "I apologize Katrina, I can tell you don't understand what's going on here. As a matter of fact, neither do I ." He smiled at her, hoping he hadn't upset her with his adult nuances that he had directed towards Maya. He really wasn't used to kids her age and it was showing. Ghost was now turned away from him and only speaking to Katrina. It was very strange to Garrett. Not disconcerting, just odd.
"Well, I apologize for interrupting you two. I'll see if I can't find somewhere to relax that isn't so in the way." He smiled at both of them and then turned and started walking across the lawn towards the outer edges of the property.
Well, I think the last poll said it all as to who should be the first nomination. With her tireless Mansion intros and interaction with the new people, including me, yes, I proudly nominate Miss Neena Jenkins!
The link between them was increasing by the second, as filaments began latching on to her naturally. The cord between them pulled taut and the energy flowed freely. Garrett was still paying attention to the various flashing areas, watching the success of the neural attack via the growing number of filaments. It was a beautiful symphony for the mind.
"Enough! Garrett stop!![/i]"
He had heard a distant scream, it sounded similar to Neena's voice, but he had never heard her scream. Red flashes rebounded around the imaginary plain. It was the DocProf's voice demanding the arrest of the process that had caught his attention. At once, he stopped the energy transfer and commanded the filaments to release and return. In an instant, it was over.
He opened his eyes on the mattress, smiling. It was soaked in his sweat. He sat up and looked over at Neena and the DocProf. The scene made his smile disappear immediately. Neena was in the DocProf's arms as he was using his healing power on her. She was also saturated with sweat and had a ticking frown on her face. Garrett rose and came to her side, kneeling to check on her. He looked at the DocProf, who was concentrating on relieving her distress.
Her glasses had come off and he reached down to pick them up. He slid them back over her eyes as she began to come around. He wanted to feel sorry, but he couldn't. She had asked for it. He knew that something like this would be the end result and he found himself studying her response rather than apologizing over himself.
When she started to appear to come around, he was there at her side. "Are you alright, Neena? I got a little lost in the process, I suppose." He smiled softly and waited to see if he could help her up.
Character's real name: Garrett Wills Codename/Alias: Peacekeeper
Gender: Male Age: 30 Nationality/Ethnicity: Caucasian/American Birthplace: Dover, DE Personality: Garrett has grown as a person and a team member. His confidence has increased greatly, though he is quieter and more reserved. He tries to observe and if a battle or even an argument breaks out, he feels he must involve himself to stop it.
Notes (Hobbies, Phobias, Worries, ect.):Garrett has joined the mutant colony in Antarctica. He feels little love for humanity, though he also wishes to see no harm come to his kind or theirs. When he isn't working as a doctor in the colony, he actively trains and exercises, practicing katas or getting involved in the colony business. He went to college and medical school and can now practice as a doctor.
Allegiance (Good, Bad, or Neutral): Good
Everyday clothing: If outside of the colony, arctic gear, if inside, he tends to wear either white robes or a white labcoat and pants. Uniform : His actual costume consists of a white trenchcoat over a white and gold Shaolin gi. He sometimes wears a white hood.
Hair color and style: Short cropped brown hair. Garrett, with the DocProf's help a few years ago used his neural impulses and the healer's power to make his hair regrow.
Eye color: Grey, with little, red, exploded veins. Height: 5'8" Build: Lean and muscular due to intensive exercise.
Scars: A surgical scar near his heart from a sniper's bullet. Tattoos: A Yin Yang with the trigrams of the I Ching around it on his back. Piercings: None
Description of ability(ies): Garrett has been spending years perfecting his ability, learning all of the options available to his power. He can now stop himself or others from feeling pain, as well as inflicting it. He can cause a person to freeze in place, still aware of what is going on, but unable to act. He does this by causing motor function nerve impulses to stop. He can also do this partially, stopping specific limbs if needed. He can also cause a person to overact, their reflexes overshooting the mark. He has also trained a new version of his ability, sensing others by the neural activity in their body.
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies):His ability weakens the more people that are affected by it. Garrett tries to compensate for this by focusing on one person at a time. His pain infliction is amplified now but is limited to touch, since Garrett has focused on non violent activities. Usually he will only use it while in contact with a person fighting or grappling.
Fighting style (if any): Trained in Shaolin martial arts. He is no master, but he can handle himself, though he prefers to avoid confrontation.
Brief history: Garrett had been infected with the Haywire virus prior to it being unleashed globally. The ensuing chaos can be seen in A Snake in the Garden.Once the team put him out of commission, he swore never to use his pain causing abilities again, unless it was in self defense. Garrett successfully trained at the Mansion and eventually became a full X-Man with the Codename Seizure. As time passed and the Haywire virus ravaged the globe, Garrett decided to help as best he could. He had gotten his GED from the school and he went on to study medicine, hoping to find a cure for the Virus. He found the schism between humans and mutants to be too much to bear and once he had attained his license, he left the country, trying to help out other brothers and sisters across the planet.
He spent a few years in the Himalayas, training with a Shaolin sect that had fled from the genocide occurring in China. This was a time of solace and meditation. He came out of the mountains a student of Life and Peace.When word of the colony surfaced, Garrett liquidated all he owned and bought a one way ticket to the then frozen wasteland. things were difficult, to say the least, at first, but as more mutants flocked to the Colony, life became easier. As the Fp opens, some permanent structures have been built and the general running of things has been established.
With his absence and new affiliation with the Colony, his codename was retired and he became a reserve X-Man, keeping in contact with the school on a regular basis by satellite phone. His newly adopted moniker is Peacekeeper.
Physical Strength 10 Agility 10 These two are due to his daily training in Shaolin martial arts and regular intensive exercise. Mental Strength 9 One point increase for medical school, the sheer willpower. Stealth 9 Unchanged Senses 15 This is due to the mentioned ability of sensing people by their neural impulses. While not a major ability, it would be above normal senses as he wouldn't need to see them to discern their location. Mutated Strength 15 This is under city block on single target in the new system. Normally, it would be limited by sight, but if Garrett senses the person's neural fingerprint prior, he can locate them with that without seeing them, as long as it is within the distance. Mutated Control 30 Yes, 30. While he won't be any stronger, Garrett has studied pressure points through his martial arts training and the length and breadth of the nervous system while in Medical School. He will be able to paralyze specific parts of the body, ignore various motor function, focus pain in areas or relieve pain in others. The major reason of the control is not for a power gain, but rather, I see him doing surgeries with a healer on standby, with no anesthetics. He will be able to monitor the patient's systems well enough to reset a bone, etc. Obviously major surgeries like transplants and the like will require a hospital.
He smiled inwardly at the compliment. She wanted to continue so he decided to push forward. In the open plain, he now realized that she was not moving. It was his creation, after all. He looked at her body closely. He watched as her clothes dissolved from view, leaving a statuesque goddess of the hunt. This wasn't for pleasure, quite the opposite. The next layer was the skin, leaving a similarly beautiful shape, muscles primed and toned. The muscles, the organs and the bones followed suit. All that was left standing before him was Neena's unique map of neural pathways, shining brightly, but mostly in her eyes. They shone like twin moons.
Once the illusion of flesh was gone, the filament expanded and flattened, hooking into various ganglia and then expanding. No, unwinding. The strands of energy unwound like a rope being unraveled, each smaller filament linking with a bundle of nerve fibers. Once he felt connected in this manner, he now let the second filament come from his hand , speeding the process by unraveling it as it traveled, so it matched its sister filament in connecting action the moment it made contact.
He felt as if they were connected in a way he had not known before. He began pumping pain energy into the fibers, watching the long fibers glow and pulsate with the focused energy. He could hear his own breathing speed and he made an effort to return it to its original pace, but he couldn't. He was linked with her, so he must have been feeling biofeedback.
Though it wasn't in the rules, as there were none, he began to try to remember her neural pathways. Remember wasn't the word, as this was not linked to his physical memory. He noticed a lack of shine when he started to question, so he simply allowed the pain to continue, building in a natural manner, filling her until she stopped him.
Red. Just as quickly as it had fired, it was a one shotter. The cannon was cooling, his breath was slowing. His vision returning. Neena was on the ground, her eyes still closed. She was truly out of his league. No wonder she was in charge around here. Not to mention her athletic prowess and the senses that surely lay behind those glasses. " I'm sorry, Neena. I don't know where that came from."
He looked at the DocProf. The man was looking back at him, his gentle eyes gone a bit stern. "Do try to control yourself, friend. This is a controlled experiment. There is no time limit." He nodded to Garrett to continue and looked down at his clipboard again. What was that? Garrett didn't know what was going on, even inside his own body. He looked over at the other mattress. It gave him an idea.
He sat down on the other mattress nd lied back. If he didn't need to look at her to affect her, he could use meditation to aid him in tempering the fire within. He closed his eyes. From the floor, he said." Let me try again. I am pushing too hard." He let his breathing become paced and even. He did a diagnostic sweep of himself, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. This was indeed a fight,but a staged one. A spar, not a battle to the death. Keeping this in mind, he visualized himself on an open plain. Neena was on her feet again. As was Garrett.
In his mind's eye, the energy that had been released in a beam was still present on her, like she was covered with a fine red dust. She had shaken it off but it had affected her. Now he had to consciously control himself. He looked into his hand and saw a swirling vortex of red in his palm. He let his other hand's fingers trace it as he looked at her. She looked prepared. He opened his palm and spread his five fingers wide. A slow steady stream emanated from him, creating a horizontal cyclone. Its size and movement made him think of a red Slinky toy, moving purposely but in a measured pace to her.
He began brushing her with the filament, so that her body was the contact point for the cyclone. As if he were looking down from the heavens. It moved over her generally, but with a higher intensity than his first attempt. As he waited for the numerical result, he opened his left hand, feeling the warm, spinning sensation of another filament.
They seemed to blow it off. They didn't know, though. No one did. Perhaps that was part of Garrett's problem. Other than revealing his past to Maya, it was still locked down tight. Whatever she had seen was still just a picture. As if it were a cube inside him and he had shown her one side. As soon as it was apparent that Tarin wasn't going to reveal any spirits, Garrett's demeanor changed. His shoulders relaxed and his breathing returned to normal. He shifted in his seat and found that he was damp. His body was saturated with sweat, as if the temperature had risen exponentially.
He smiled and rose from the table. Tarin mentioned opening the shop. It was a fine idea and a welcome diversion. He tried to let it go, just return to his happy-go-lucky self. "Sounds great.", he replied with a smile. Was this smile genuine? It felt genuine on his face, but it wasn't anywhere else. He stepped out of the curtain and the room seemed frigid. Goosebumps rose and fell over him like waves. He polished off the water and waggled the bottle in his hand. "Do you recycle?"
Garrett stopped concentrating. He looked up, first at Neena, who was quiet, her head bowed, her eyes closed. She looked like he hadn't even started. Then he looked at the DocProf, who was making notes. Point five. Half of one on a one to ten scale. He remembered that bum in the alley way. That was no point five. He had dropped like a sack of potatoes. Garrett couldn't understand.
"[white]You can increase the intensity. Slowly but surely.[/white]"
He thought he had tried. Had he? Was he holding back? He thought back to the times when he had used it before. Initially, it was a reaction. An impulse. An instinct. His body , racked with convulsions and mixed signals, had sought immediate relief through contact with another. The bum, he had been a matter of survival. He was taking his shoes and had a rusty straight razor. Was it the lack of fear in him? Had the relief of his seizures also made him impotent?Yes. You are impotent. Forget your fear. She is your enemy.
He looked at the DocProf and then to Neena. She was waiting for more. He dropped his head again. This time, he took a slow inhalation through his nostrils. He felt a slow throb in the base of his skull. There was more. Much more. He had squeezed a drop of water from a glacier. He had to wake his system up. Point five.
Garrett had been holding his breath. His heart rate was increasing. He could feel the tension in his lungs. The throb in his skull began to oscillate faster, from a throb to a steady rhythm, to a hum. He let the breath out slow and measured. A whisper came out of the side of his mouth. "Point five?" He imagined the hum as if it were the powering of a giant plasma cannon. It was warmed up and ready to fire. His head rose and his eyes opened. His pupils shrank to a point that they seemed to disappear. Fire.[/color]
A steady stream of raw energy came from his eyes. Invisible, but quite real. Even with his eyes opened, he could see it strike her. The intensity of it smoldered in his vision until he could see nothing. Nothing but red.
Garrett had been explaining to Lee about the reason he had mentioned Cd's when Tarin interjected about 8 tracks. He seemed to be worried over this major expansion that Garrett had imagined. Was he a telepath too? Garrett hoped not. He listened and nodded a bit more. He did feel he needed to say something. " Again, Tarin, you are the boss. You had wanted suggestions. I am merely giving them. Whether you go with any of them or not is up to you two."
When Tarin mentioned Garrett experiencing his ability, Garrett became visibly nervous. He swallowed hard and said, " I am aware of what mediums do. You had mentioned before that you can actually make the person see them as well. I am sure after fifteen years of success that you are legitimate. I really don't want to see any spirits, if that's alright. I, like most people, have my skeletons and I don't want one of their bony hands reaching for me. It's likely to give me a heart attack." He tried to laugh it off, but it just became a sick little sound.
He had a nearly paralyzing fear that the mutants from the camps that had died in Medical would be there, pointing their fingers at him. The thought of it made his hands visibly shake as he drank some of his water to try to calm down. " I am sorry, Tarin. I believe in your power. I believe in it so strongly that I am scared to see what you do. If there is any way I can work here without having to sit in on a session, I would be very grateful." He hoped he hadn't written his own separation notice, but he would quit twenty jobs before seeing the eyes of those mutants.
Katrina was right. Though the Mansion and its grounds were quite large, the general population wasn't. He wondered what she meant by people standing out, but decided not to look any more paranoid than usual, which was too much. "That makes perfect sense, Katrina. I guess I just feel like I haven't been here long because every day is so good for me." He smiled at her.
Maya had joined the conversation now, talking to Katrina. The younger girl seemed hesitant to speak of her powers. This was a well known subject to Garrett. He would give her all the room she needed. He was watching them both, but his eyes kept moving back to Maya. The first time she glanced over at him, he pretended not to be looking but when she looked at him again, he just kept looking at her. He noticed how her formalities and accent had returned while speaking to Katrina. She had definitely softened up to him. It was just much more apparent now that he had a different perspective.
They both had the right attitude about teaching. Maybe Garrett would look into it someday. He liked the idea of it. Especially if Maya became a teacher as well. Then they could have lunch in the teacher's lounge. His mind was digressing until she asked him about his purpose for being out in the garden. "Spying? Hardly, unless you count the iris there. I had no idea you two were here until Katrina ran into me. Were you spying?" He chuckled and waggled his eyebrows, then slid a sly look at Katrina, so she could participate.
"Now that I think of it, from your vantage point, perhaps you were interested in my tanning progress."The slim grin of delight and self satisfaction appeared, almost smug even.
Neena had such grace and an ease about her. It was noticeable to Garrett, mostly because he envied it. Her comment about Maya made him smile. She was indeed a smart one, one of the first things he had found special about her.
The three of them entered a room full of mattresses. Sweat beaded from his brow as the room seemed to shrink a bit..
"Maybe I'm wrong," she remarked as they entered, "but it occurred to me that you may be holding yourself back, quite a bit. You sure seem like a nice guy to me. I suppose I'm not a great judge of character, but you just don't strike me as the kind of guy to hurt someone out of spite."
Although this was a pointed compliment, it brought a frown to Garrett's features. He decided that he should clear up a bit of his past with Neena. It would help her understand not only his self inhibition, but also his anxiety a bit. "[yellow] Yes, well, the DocProf here is already aware of it, I'm sure, but when I was in the camps, I was in Medical the whole time. Or at least, what I can remember. They used me to torture other mutants. I suppose that's why I get skittish in medical situations and why I also hold back so much. I think my mind closed a good bit of that off for me, but what I can remember is shockingly graphic.[/yellow]" It wasn't so bad the second time through. Having purged it once for Maya had helped a bit. He did notice he spoke in a bit of a monotone as he had recalled it though.
Her next string of comments made Garrett think. Perhaps he did have a larger range then he had given himself credit for. He would truly never know without trying. He had just never had anyone offer to feel the negative aspects of his abilities before. He nodded solemnly. "[yellow] Actually, Ghost let me try something out the other evening. She had hurt her elbow and I managed to make the pain stop, though it took a second try to do it correctly.[/yellow]"
It seemed now was the time. No more waiting, no more worrisome fretting over it. She asked for it, so he gave it. He dropped his head and closed his eyes. He imagined nothingness. Only the exquisite road map of nerves before him. It took him a moment to willingly do it, but it seemed that his ability had been anxious to be released as well. He felt a current run up his spine and out through his mind's eye, in the center of his brow. He saw it in his mind as a staccato of signals hitting Neena's body like an old fighter plane strafing the side of a battleship. Multiple flashes bounced around inside of her. He then let it end on his part and raised his head and opened his eyes to survey the damage.
Garrett had come down the hall so fast that when he reached the Infirmary, it was only then that he had realized that he had no shoes on. As he stood near the entry, he pondered going to put them back on, smiling at his feet. His toes wiggled up at him in response. Maya had definitely left an impression on him. He knocked as he opened the door. "[yellow]Anyone home?[/yellow]" It was corny, but he had to say something to break the ice, if not for them, then for himself.
Neena was sitting on one of the beds, looking at a computer. She had a concerned look on her face. Garrett hoped there were no secret files of his past on the screen to set her off. He tried to let it go, preferring to focus on the Doc, who was examining some paperwork. "[white] My, that was certainly fast. So fast you forgot your shoes.Did you run out of them?[/white]"The DocProf must have thought this was particularly funny, flashing a glance down at Garrett's bare feet and looking over his glasses with a slight waggle of his eyebrows.
"[yellow]It's a habit I seemed to have picked up from M...Ghost.[/yellow]" Of course they knew what her name was, but he felt like he should only call her by that name in person, when they were alone. It made it more special to him.
He came in and gave his neck a roll, trying to relax. The anxiety to get started was becoming a bit obvious. "[yellow] So, where do we begin?[/yellow]"
