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.
As Cailyn opened her eyes she saw a big red man standing at the end of the hallway. She gasped at him seeing as she never saw a giant red man before. She rubbed her eyes to see if her mind played tricks on her... again. Her mind was perfectly fine (for her) this time. She looked at the big red man and her head started to hurt. She planted her hand against her forehead and she showed signs of pain. She fell onto her knees and put her feet apart. the man had 7 minds pushed into one and that was a bit much for Cailyns first time in a actual stresfull situation.
"7 of 1 , 1 of 7 " She repeated over again looked at the big red man. Because of the stress on her body she fellt her mind becoming "bubbly". She gotten a bit used to the situation and she started to relax again. The pain started to subside and she got up on her feet again, patting the filth of her legs. She looked around and couldn't find the pixy girl anywhere. She then put her eyes on the big red guy again. She looked at him, stunned by how amazing it looked to her. It was as if she saw a superhero for the first time, someone you only read about in books.
As the girl picked up the mask and started adjusting the straps, Cailyn wanted to reach out for it. She lifted her arm a tad towards it but she was a bit scared to reach out for it. As the girl put the mask around her arm Cailyn couldn't help it but to let out a small, high pitched hickup of a laugh. It looked kind of funny to her.
“We will be playing quite a bit.”
Cailyn nodded happy and said:"what game are we going to play, pixy lady." That name just slipped into her thoughts. She started thinking what kind of games they could play to have some fun. "I wanna play tag." She thought to herself but a whisper instantly replied: " Tag is played with more then 2.". She wanted to respond to the whisper but decided not to because he was right.
“Oh, oh, oh. I’d like some chocolate cake Jeaves…” The man was already walking away “Jeaves, Jeaves. … Good help is so hard to find…”
Cailyn landed softly on the floor not knowing to the fullest what she had done to the guard. The girl had allot of moths covering the walls and what not. As pixy walked to the walls, Cailyn couldn't see her aswell because of the natural camouflage. Cailyn clapped her hand reall quick and reall happy. "Hide and seek is one of my favorites." She said. She covered her eyes and started counting down: "1 mississippi, 2 mississippi , 3 mississippi" She continued that till 10 mississippi and then uncovered her eyes to find Pixy.
She twiddled with her mask not paying attention to the growing insect that was now a girl again. As she moved her head she found out the bands of the mask was a bit to lose and the mask fell off. She found that rather annoying and sat down on the floor to try and make the mask fit. She didn't know how to work the bands and she got a bit agrivated with it.
"I think we've got to get going now."
"going? " She thought to herself. "But, but ,but you just got here, and what about playing?" she asked the girl as she sat down on the floor twiddling with the bands of her mask. She tried it on again to find out that they only gotten bigger and the mask fell of again. "Grrrr, i command you to work. " she said to the mask.
"I'll try to provide some cover."
"They are here " said a whisper to Cailyn. She stood up and looked around the corner to see the guards. The girl turned white with moving insects and Cailyn was a bit amazed by it. She looked at it with a amazed look on her face and said: "Woooow." She shook her head and whispers told her stuff again. "She can't handle them, go help, go do things to them, do it now." The whispers said. She dropped the mask as she went into trance again. The holy sounds of her Hymn filled up the room as she started to levitate a few inches above the ground. She looked at the guards and her hands started twitching. "Jeaves, get my suitcases we are leaving." she whipsered toward one the guards. the guard was mesmerized for a second then shook his head. Cailyn planted the thoughts of a butler into his mind and now he thought he was her butler. "Yes madam, do you require anything else." The guard said with a english accent as he bowed down. Cailyn remained silent and the guard simply walked away towards her room.
The door opened without she ever touching it again. It was the lucky charm of the hug me girl. She was so... hug-able to her right now. Cailyn opened the locker door to look at the leather containment suit and the mask she was so desperatly to aquire. She looked at the mask for a while with big eyes of happyness. "daddy won't find out." She said out loud as she put her hands on the mask.
As she lifted the mask out of the locker she became more happy. "It was finnaly time for some alone time." She thought to herself. She lifted the mask out of the locker and looked at it. It was the first time she had to put it on herself. She flipped the mask and saw the back of it. She started humming again while she found out how the mask was put on. As she figured it out she started talking to herself in the format of a song. "bye bye, mister whisper see you again soon , hope daddy doesn't find you first or i'm all alone." She sang softly as she put the mask on. Her breathing became heavy because of the gasmask sound but the silence in her head was all she wanted for now.
Cailyn didn't like bugs. But the bugs helped her as the guard was taken down. Cailyn was released from her trance and she landed softly on the ground. She was over the whole panic thing as she knew what she needed to do to get out of trouble. She walked out the door and said: "I can show you." and nodded a few times.
She knew the place pretty wel seeing as she was taken out once a week or so to a special room to practice with her father. Most of the people that where in this place only gotten worse because of what she and her father did there. The whispers told her the way to the locker room. "Left, right, go straight, right and a left." Said the whispers. she entered the room with 3 lockers in it and a bench. Some racks with confiscated clothings stood against the other side of the wall. She walked towards the 3rd locker with the knowledge that what she seeked should be there. She looked through the bars in the door at her mask. Her mask was a special modificated gas mask that kept mind readers and other psychics out of people's mind, a wall sort of speak. She tried to open the locker but failed, it was locked. She started walking back and fort trying to figure out what to do next.
Her panic attack lasted pretty long. Atleast the silence was good and being able to hear normal voices was a bonus. Though she was crying really bad now over the fact that her father would find her if she didn't find a way to shield herself.
Petunia’s head tilted the other way. She picked up one of the guard’s masks and offered it to the girl. It was the guard’s mask, but would it do? It obviously made a difference with her power effecting them. “Here.”
She looked at the gesture of her while she was a bit more calmed down. "Their faces aren't solid." She said. It made sense to her saying that when she was panicing. She fell over and landed on her hand putting her on hands and knees. She slowy crawled forwards repeating the same words over and over again. "Daddy' locker uniform, build the wall." This made sense to her as it was the location of her mask that was used to keep powers like hers out of her mind but had the flaw of dampening her powers too. The whispers slowy returned to her and started whispering to her again. This made a bit more optimistic and even gave a little smile of desperation. She didn't feel alone anymore, though technicly she wasn't.
The guard that was still screaming was anoying according her whispers. "Put him out." The whispers said to her "Put him out." Her eyes became hollow and empty as she entered a state of trance. She stood up straight and started floating a few cm above the ground with her hand twitching into weird and uncomfortable positions. She turned her head the the guard that screamed and whispered: "It's beddy bye bye time , mister president." And then the room was silent and only her Hymn was heard by everybody in the area. The guard was going into cardiac arrest and was unable to do anything.
“Why does he have to know?” Petunia asked. “Does he know what they do to you?”
Cailyn paniced, allot now. What has she been doing. She put her hands to her head as she fell down on her knees. She rubbed her her hands through her hair making it more unkept then ever. She looked at the floor with panic on her face and said: "He knows, he know , he knows it all, he will punish me , i've been bad." She got so paniced that she could scream.
She started breathing heavy under the pressure of her fear. Her father was also mentaly gifted and could punish her on every aspect she had. "I wan't my mask, i don't want him to find me, i'm scared." The whispers in her head fed of the panic and gave her all kind of option, feeding them to her. "Lie, run, fight, flee, kill, hide." said the whispers in a non specifik order. "I don't want this anymore" she continued speaking as her fingers tensed up as if she was trying to drill holes in her head using her fingers. Her tears dropped on the floor as she started to cry. All these emotion so quickly stacked up got to her and now she was letting them all go. While she was crying the whispers faded leaving her alone. Now she was totally helpless without any means of knowing what to do she whispers to herself with a sad voice : "Traitors"
The girl with the jacket just screamed HUG ME to Cailyn's mind. The dangling sleaves looked very funny to her and the mask must be itchy. She gniffled at the sight of her. Especialy when she did stuff to the guards. As the bee's where shot and took down the 2 guards she clapped excitingly as a little kid. The two guards fell down by trying to get the bee's out of their shirts.
As the guards where crawling on the floor, Cailyn's whispers went beserk again. "This is it, do it now!" said most of them. She couldn't help it but to obay. She hoped on one of the guards and unbuckled his helmet. She was humming her soft tune as it started to play it's real tune through the room. The gaurd looked at her since he had no other choice since his protection was off. She cracked her hands like a pianist and placed them on the guards neck with her fingers extending behind his ears. "Now mister president." She said with a happy voice. "let's show you how naughty you have been." She continued as her eyes went hollow and empty. She stared into the guards eyes and whispered: "Blackout" to him. She stepped of the guard and said to the hug me girl: "I've been a bad girl." with a trembling lower lip.
The guard on the other hand was screaming as hard as he could. Cailyn made him see only the pain he has caused to her, and that was allot. The whispers congratulated her for her actions but Cailyn was on the verge of crying. "What would daddy say about this" Said a whisper to her. She turned her head to her shoulder again and whispered :"Please don't tell daddy."
And woosh, her new friend left her to get toys. "Bye bye, hope to see you soon." She said after her new friend left. The guard looked at her with an even stranger look then normal. Cailyn smiled at the guard with a honest and cute smile while rocking her body back and forth. "My birthday came early this year." She said to the guard though her birthday hadn't been celebrated in over 6 years. She started humming her tune again and that upset the guard. "Stop doing that" He yelled and he raised his hand in a intimidating way.
This happened before and the result was the same. Cailyn was afraid of physical voilence. She could win anything aslong as it was mental but physical is her weakest link to the world. She quickly got to her hands and knees and crawled to the corner of the room. She curled up into a defensive position and put her hands over her face. "Noo, i don't want ouch, i'll be a good girl." she screamed of the top of her lungs. The guard was content with what she did and he walked out the room again. as he had her back towards Cailyn she stuck out her tongue. "Silly mister president." She thought.
During this entire scene the whispers in her head went beserk feeding her all kinds of information to overcome him and do him the harm he was about to do to her. "Kill him, kick him, maim him, show him what your pain is like!" where the loadest whispers she could hear. She shrugged them of and softly said while she was sitting in the corner: "Daddy said i should be a good girl." And another tear rolled out of her eyes.
"something is coming, something is coming, Something is coming !" The whispers said to Cailyn. She quickly opened her eyes to see a little bug in front of her. It scared the living soul out of her as she jumped up and shot a bit backwards. When she calmed down she looked at the bug and realized it wasn't a bug at all. "Secrets , secrets? " She thought to herself.
When she realized somethings about bugs that they weren't allowed inside her room, if it even was a bug at all. She came closer and closer looking straight in the bugs eyes with her hollow,empty eyes. She lifted a finger and waved it around. "You have been very naughty little missy, you aren't allowed her." She whispered to the mantis. She put her finger over the head of the mantis and extreemly softly patting it, trying not to hurt her. After that she sat down normaly and looked at the guards some more while tilting her head sideways. The guards just looked at her like she was another crazy person with lonelyness issue's. "I'm not crazy " She tried to put that thought into their minds but failed because they where protected. "Atleast i got a friendsy to play with now." She thought. That particulair thought made her smile a honest smile as she turned back to the mantis. "We are going to have loads of fun they say." she whispered to the mantis and she softly started rocking her body back and forth. "Did you bring toys?" she asked. "What kind of a silly question is that." a whisper said. Cailyn found that rather hars and turned her head to he shoulder and whispered back with a spot of sadness in her voice: "I like toys."
There is a obedient girl stuck in a mental institution looking for some friends that want to bust her out *pokes order people* or somebody who just want to enlist her *pokes mansion people* =p
Another day and another night in the mental institution that goes by the name of : Maxwell's institution for the mentaly unstable. Cailyn was curled up sitting on the floor of her room. The room was soft, ow so soft. She was working on her daily sudoku puzzle though it wasn't to much fun for her. "5 goes there, 7 there, 3 there, 9 there , count the row and 2 there." Went the whispers in her head. Cailyn didn't want to go mad by the whispers so she tried to keep herself sain, or atleast as much as possible by doing stuff.
The guards watched her day and night with helmets on to keep her out of their minds. After she finished her sudoku she started working on her second best hobby of all: Watching guards. With nothing else to do she had her eyes latched on the guards. Her eyes looked empty and hollow as she watched them but she smiled with a honest smile. The voices talked to her. feeding her little parts of info about the guards and everybody else in the area. She smilled at hearing some of the facts and fictions they told her.
She continued this for hours and hours and hours. She coulnd't sleep at all at this place and it could be seen in her face. She used her pencil to draw doodles on the back of her puzzle, while humming a song and sometimes she laughed shortly about the stories she heard. Being in a mental institution she heard the weirdest and funniest things but that didn't take out that she was lonely, ow so lonely. Her father hasn't visited her in days, maybe weeks. Being here made her lose any sense of times and days. "What are you looking at" said the guard after a while. Cailyn curled up all afraid and put her head between her knees. "Nothing mister president" she replied. She didn't know why she called him president but somehow it made sense and it even seemed to freak out the guard. The whispers grew larger and larger with more and more info coming into her mind. She wished she had her mask to hide from the voices and she tiped herself over to lay on the floor. She let lose a tear of fear and lonelyness hoping somebody would show up and have fun with her. "Time to go beddy bye bye" She thought to herself and she closed her eyes.
Character's real name: Cailyn Lyndall. Codename/Alias: Hymn
Gender: Female Age: 17 Nationality/Ethnicity:American. Birthplace: unknown Personality: She is a very over the top person, when she is happy she is very cheerful and over the top happy and when she is sad its visa versa. She is scared very easily and she enjoys cudling up with people. Because of her nature she can't make decisions on her own and she needs somebody to do that for her, making her very obedient. She is also very gullible believing most things people say. Sometimes she talks abit weirder then normal mostly because of the things she hears. Notes (Hobbies, Phobias, Worries, ect.): She likes doing puzzles, doing the fun stuff she missed in her childhood (mostly just playing around) and humming her hymn she is scared of Physical injuries, insects and the voices in her head.
Allegiance (Good, Bad, or Neutral):
Everyday clothing: Black tank top with black pants. Easy black sneakers on her feet. She mostly wears a big, black leather, designer coat with a furry collar and something that looks like a dress shirt that has been put into it. Uniform (Optional. Required if eventually becoming part of the X-Men): Pajamas:underwear with a way to large shirt that stops above her knees.
Hair color and style: Blond , short hair Eye color: Blue Height: 1,69 m Build: slender
Scars: slash marks on her lower arms. Tattoos:none Piercings:none
Description of ability(ies): She has the abilities described by the government as Insight and Dementation. She can manipulate the brain to make the subject think completely other things. She can confront them with there greatest fears or greatest joys. She can manipulate people by making them think they are doing the right thing. Her insight ability gives her a passive way of reading somebody's mind. This comes natural to her and things out of out people's mind just come to her without her even knowing it. She can know names of people before they have introduced themselves etc. Whenever she uses her dementation skills she goes into a trance, levitating her above the ground and making her hands twitch. And when that happens everybody who is around her hears a hymn, A soft, holy sounding song. She only whispers during her state of trance. Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies): The hymn is even heard by those who are affected. Strong minded people can use that to break the control. Her tricks are only manipulation, when somebody thinks for instance that he is on fire while there not and stay calm and come to realize that there not , her abilities have no effect. The biggest weakness of her ability is that she hears a constant of whispers, telling her what to do and what not. This makes her unable to make decisions for herself. Fighting style (if any): none
History of your character: Caitlyn grew up like a normal happy girl. Her father worked as a manager of his own fishing store and her mother was a housewife. She had many friend and they lived happily until Caitlyn was about 9 years old. At the age of 9 she was hearing whispers coming from everywhere telling her what people really thought of her. She couldn't handle control her powers and she accidentally “dove” into her fathers mind. She found out that her world wasn't real at all. Her father was a “psychic” working for the government and his task was to control his daughter. They put her in a make believe world because they wanted to eventually train his daughter to work for them when she showed sign's of her abilities.
The government tried to train her for a year, doing all kinds of tests on her. Her father was in charge of her training. She practiced to control her powers with her father because he has similar abilities to her. They trained her for 2 years to find out that she was to volatile to control. She drove mulitple staffmembers insane with her practices and gave several of them hart attacks by manipulating there minds and confronting them with there greatest fears.
Eventually they coulnd't control her anymore. The whispers drove her mentally unstable and she was taken into medical care at the age of 12. The government put her there because her powers went beyond mind reading and she was a volatile asset. She has been in the mental institution till present with her father coming over every week to help her practice learning how to control her powers. She was given a practice suit in this facility. It consisted of a tight leather outfit with a gasmask that was designed to “keep the voices out”. Making her unable to use her ability on other people and people using there ability on her when she was out of her room.
Sample RP: Where did you learn about this site?: Other accounts on MRO: Voltaire. (that is now on hold to play with this character )
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