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.
“I did! Though I’m sure it was only because I had a ninja guardian angel guiding my steps, right?” Janelle said, laughing as the applause died down and people started to disperse. Deemed a security risk, Janelle couldn’t do much but laugh.
“At least until you know I’m trustworthy, right?” Janelle asked, allowing herself to be led from the circle and into what like mild chaos compared to the order of the previous dance. Funny how that worked out. Also funny how suddenly the Mansion didn’t seem quite so empty. Who knew all she’d needed to do was talk to a complete stranger at a dance party?
Grateful for the break and wondering if they’d be doing a new dance next or simply refining the next one, Janelle felt her eyebrows climbing her forehead as she took in the decorations. An ice sculpture? At a dance club? These guys really didn’t play around.
Ah, there was punch. Not punch…punch. Punch had names and flavors and a very specific list of ingredients that made it up. Punch on the other hand was the sort of thing you saw in places like this, usually made with fizzy drinks mixed with pastel colored variations of sherbet. To be honest, Janelle was relieved. It was the first thing she’d seen that suggested this place was normal. She voiced this to Jiri when he offered her a glass. “Pink would be great. I’m honestly glad to see that there is something here that resembles a normal school.” That ice sculpture had freaked her out a bit.
Jiri posed a question and Janelle to a break from sipping the punch to answer, “Ithica High. It’s upstate. What about you?”
Well, that seemed like a bit of a double edged sword, didn’t it? Alex could keep his constructs alive as long as he wanted, but at the cost of his own energy and sleep. “Mine kind of works the same way.” Janelle shrugged, “One of the teachers tried to explain it to me during orientation when we were doing that wishy washy thing where everyone shares about their powers. You can’t make something from nothing, so when I make plants grow, or seeds spout, the energy they use to do that has to come from somewhere.” Janelle’s didn’t go away after she stopped giving them energy though, as long as they were given food and water in the ratio that the plant needed they could live indefinitely. The redhead didn’t mention that though, she didn’t want to seem like she was bragging.
Back to the pudding. As Janelle ate, Alex asked questions. After a few moments thought, the teen shrugged her shoulders.
“It was too quiet. You know?” She said, “It’s a big house, and I kept looking across the room at the empty bed and shelves and I guess I got kind of lonely.” There was no shame in admitting that, right? After all, this guy had raided half the fridge. “Nobody was in any of the other common spaces, so I figured I’d get a snack and head back. I guess I was lucky though. Not only did I find cookies, but company too!”
Whelp. The doctors made a call yesterday, they're going to take out my gallbladder, and they're going to take it out tomorrow. This could mean two things.
1 - I'm on nonstop for the next few days because I can't do anything else. 2 - I feel like crap and I'm not around.
Alex reacted the same way that people generally reacted to her powers. Somewhere, deep down, Janelle knew that it was because absolutely nothing about what she could do looked threatening. Flowers were pretty and when she demonstrated what she could do, it was generally to, Oooooh’s and Ahhhh’s not panicked screaming. Janelle knew it wasn’t the same story for everyone, and she figured that’s why it was almost a required part of every meeting between two mutants to reveal their powers at the earliest opportunity. Janelle had obliged, and she watched as Alex demonstrated his abilities.
“Oooohhhh…” she breathed as the potato moths scattered into the kitchen. “That’s snazzy.” She admitted, eyes trailing one moth in particular as it landed on the flowers she’d made on the cactus. “How long do they last?”
Ahhh, the inevitable power discussion, it was better than acknowledging that whole fat and sugar thing. Janelle smiled at her snack-friend and shrugged her shoulders, looking around the kitchen. There was a little cactus sitting on a counter, as was often the case with kitchens. People always seemed to think that succulents belonged in cooking rooms. It was kind of a weird tradition, but served her purpose well enough.
“I’ll show you.” She said as she once again scooted back her chair and went to retrieve her little friend. Walking back to the table, the redhead held the little plastic pot in her palm and squinted her eyes at the prickly little plant. The squinting was obviously necessary.
Momentarily, the little cactus sprouted a couple of flowers. They were bright and pink, and the whole little plant had a new healthy glow that it hadn’t possessed before. “People think that because it’s a cactus, it doesn’t need water.” She said, setting the pot down in the middle of the late-night buffet. “Basically I can do stuff with plants.” Eying the buffet, and Alex, she grinned, “That isn’t for eating, just decoration. What do you really do? Convert food into super speed? Use food to fly? Something not at all related to food?”
Permission granted, Janelle reached out and grabbed one of those grocery store take-out boxes that contained pudding and vanilla wafers, dotted with whipped cream. Nobody had written their name on it, so the redhead assumed that this was put into the fridge with the intention of sharing.
Popping open the container, Janelle noted her lack of spoon and scooted back her chair to make her way to the bank of drawers across the room. It took a moment of digging, but eventually she found a spoon and returned to the table to claim her prize. It was delicious. Of course. Who cared if she was consuming a week’s worth of fun calories in a single sitting.
“You know,” she said after a moment of savory silence and pudding noms, “I think you were thinking when you grabbed all of this stuff. Do you have psychic powers or something? Because I swear you knew exactly what I wanted before I did. This stuff is awesome, want some?”
Thoughts of fairies and parties aside, it was time to dance.
It was…heartening to Janelle to know that she had an experienced partner. She’d taken dance lessons as a small girl, but had given them up in favor of other girlish endeavors when it had become obvious that she was never going to be a virtuoso. Still, knowing the basics had its perks, especially in situations like these. Besides, confidence was contagious, and Jiri had it in spades…confidence and instructions.
Shooting her partner a grateful glance, the redhead nodded her head in time to the music and tried her best to listen to what the leader of the club was saying. There were forwards, backs, circles, partners…and a few stumbles. The cadence of the music was easy to follow though, and soon enough (thanks initially to Jiri’s whispered instructions) Janelle found herself moving in the right direct at the right time (mostly).
Right, left, forward, back. This…this was really fun, but just as Janelle started trying to do some of the more simple footwork, the dance spun her away from Jiri. THAT was a terrifying 5 seconds as her new partner continued the steps. The good news was, that this partner was probably almost as good as Jiri, so after the initial discomfort of a new situation wore off, Janelle was able to keep up.
On and on the dance went, spins, partners, and steps all flowing delightfully to the music. Another turn, and Janelle found herself back with her original partner, all initial worry faded and broad smile stretching her features. “I think I can do this!” she said on a laugh. Irish dance club really had been the right choice. The circle reformed, there was some nodding back and forth from the people who knew what they were doing, and the music stopped. Janelle couldn’t help herself, she clapped her hands with delight, bouncing slightly on her toes and turning to Jiri. “Thanks for all your help! It’s not every day you’re lucky enough to stumble onto a secret dance ninja.”
I'm in the same boat as Jiri. I really like a lot of the ideas for this plot. I would really love to get my NYPD cop girl back for it if I can. I would love to see the effect that something like this would have on things like the MRC.
"New-ish" Janelle said, pulling out the chair nearest to her and sitting at the table. "Been here about a week." Now that she had milk and cookies, all seemed well in the world and she was pleased to find that she'd even selected a glass with a mouth wide enough to dip the whole cookie. Perfect.
Once the first bite had been accomplished, Janelle took the opportunity to look around at the food spread. There was some pretty good looking stuff around, and maybe cookies wouldn't be enough. They wouldn't take very long to eat anyway, and she wasn't quite ready to go back to the empty room that was waiting.
"I don't have a roommate yet." she admitted, another cooking getting demolished in the process. "There were an odd number of girls when I moved in, so I was bored." Janelle explained, "Not a lot of night life in these parts." She gestured at the table,"Going to eat all that or can I have some?"
The ceiling was interesting this time of night, and Janelle was...lonely. There were an odd number of girls in the Mansion at this point, so for now she didn't have a roommate. It was a temporary situation, of course, but until another teenage girl arrived, it was quiet, solitude, and blank walls across the room.
It was only midnight, and Janelle sighed. Maybe someone would still be up? It only took a few moments for the redhead to pull on her slipper socks and grab a zip up hoodie before her pajama-clad legs were slipping out the door and into the hallways.
The hallways were deserted, and the same seemed true for the common areas, unless that one invisible kid was hanging out and watching the TV that had been on in the seemingly empty room. If that had been the case though, he'd been invisible and Janelle took that to mean he didn't want to be bothered. All initial ideas exhausted, she headed for the kitchen, if nothing else, she'd have a snack.
Pushing the door open, Janelle couldn't help but gape for a moment at the veritable buffet that had been set up on the table. "Having a little midnight snack?" she said once she'd recovered a bit, and made her way to the fridge to grab some milk for the cookies she thought she'd seen earlier that night. Finding success in her venture, the redhead grabbed a glass and set it in some free space on the table, "I don't think we've met. I'm Janelle."
New powers smell? Janelle laughed lightly, a broad smile spreading across her face, “Is that what that is?” she asked. “I was just about to ask what smelled so nice.”
This was going well. The guy’s outfit was a bit outlandish, but there were worse things in a new friend than bold fashion sense, and bowties were getting more and more popular “I just got here Friday.” Janelle admitted, “And this seemed like a better place to meet people than the Aussie Rules Football club.”
A hand was offered, a hand was shaken, and Janelle nodded her head at the possibilities presented for how this lawn had gotten so darn pretty for a simple student club. “I’ve been to school dances that had hired decorators and didn’t look this good. There’s got to be some kind of power involved…maybe even fairy mutants in those little lawn lanterns.” She paused for a moment then remembered she hadn’t given her name, “I’m Janelle, by the way.”
A voice rang out, giving directions, and Janelle’s eyes widened slightly. They were only going to teach the dance once? Hopefully this wasn’t one of those super complex things she’d seen on the internet. Dear God, it wasn’t River Dance, was it? Had she signed up for River Dance?
Jiri offered his hand and Janelle took it, a bit more timid than she would have liked in a first impression, “Have you ever done anything like this before…because I have no idea what’s about to happen.” What the hell was a bonfire dance?
Clubs. They were the kind of thing that Janelle would have turned her nose up at when she was at home. The only people who participated in clubs outside the ones that looked good on college transcripts were the people who didn’t have anything better to do. Janelle had always had something better to do. The problem was, now that she was here and the rest of her life was back in Ithica…she didn’t have anything else to do. It was one of those situations where her Dad would have said something about the shoe being on the other foot and eventually congratulated himself on his sage advice and clever idioms. It was interesting though, after she got used to the idea, Janelle had decided that clubs were probably okay…until she looked at the options.
Where was the Fashion Club? The Gardening Club? Hadn’t there even been an American Indian Pottery Club at her High School back home? All Janelle was seeing here were clubs that involved contact sports, and fighting, and medics, and card games that made Janelle cringe. And then there was this other club that apparently involved some kind of Celtic Knot stuff and dancing. It was an option, and at least the people she met there wouldn’t be the crazy time that wanted to break bones or pretend that they were characters from children’s games.
So Janelle went to the Ceili Dancing club…and was surprised to find that she wasn’t the only ginger at the Mansion. In fact…there were a lot of them.
Not knowing what to wear, Janelle had settled on a skirt that was a little longer than she might have work out at home, but shorter than her mom probably would have approved with a button up shirt that complimented it and shoes that were practical for dancing.
On approach, the redhead noticed a boy who stuck out a bit and approached. He had the air of someone who didn’t know the people dancing well enough to just walk up and join a group. Perfect. This was how one made new friends, was it not?
“New here too?” Janelle aske, eyes roaming the small crowd and the decorations that had been put up simply for this event. “They don’t do things in half measure, huh?”
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Ithaca, New York
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Irish, from the tip of her freckled nose, to the roots of her bright red hair. Suffice to say that family holidays involve much shouting, much laughter, and much good Irish Whisky.
Appearance
Hair color and style: Long, straight, and red. There isn’t much more to it.
Skin Tone: Very fair, but freckled.
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5’ 6”
Build: slender, but not twig thin.
Visible mutation: (if applicable) None, unless she’s getting up to flower shenanigans.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None outside of one in each ear. (Her parents would TOTALLY kill her)
Other features: Nothing remarkable.
Everyday clothing style: Janelle couldn’t be more average if she tried, Janelle could have walked off the pages of pretty much any trendy teenage shop. There are lots of leggings, cut-off tops, short skirts, and bandeaus in her wardrobe. Nothing too extreme though.
Uniform: N/A
Sleepwear: Since the Mansion is a residential school and there are lots of folks of varying gender around, Janelle wears any combination of shorts/pajama pants and tank tops around. Sometimes, if it’s cold she adds a cardigan or other item for her comfort.
Miscellaneous clothing:Again, Janelle generally just wears whatever is in style. Nothing special here.
Character
Personality: Janelle is a typical 21st century teenager. That means, she’s glued to her phone 24/7 and is simply shocked to think that life could continue without it being seemingly attached to her hand. Janelle is generally good-tempered, but does tend towards wanting her own way. With many friends back home, the transition to the Mansion will have been a bit difficult on Janelle.
Hobbies/ Interests: Janelle knows a lot of botany and a lot about plants. Being able to sense foliage and manipulate it, Janelle likes to know what exactly it is she’s playing with. Plants can be poisonous, yo, can’t be too careful! Janelle also knows her power works best when she works within the natural confines of a plant’s design. Knowing about them helps her do that.
Job or part time job and description: Janelle works part time at a local florist as a clerk. Pocket money. It’s important for coffee and clothes and stuff like that.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Nothing to write home about. Janelle doesn’t like spiders or the word, “moist,” but other than that she’s pretty even keeled.
Special talents: (not related to mutation) Janelle is capable of texting on a touch screen phone without looking and with minimal spelling errors. It really is a talent.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good. Janelle came from a loving family who simply wanted her to learn in a place where she would have the support she needed as she grew up as a mutant. They’ve seen what happens when people can’t control their powers, or get a chip on their shoulder because they’re not accepted for who they are. Janelle has a strong sense of right and wrong, and while she doesn’t always make the right decisions, she’s generally good-intentioned.
Mutations
Mutation description: Plant Manipulation. Janelle is a classic plant manipulator. She is capable of feeling and, to some extent, moving and growing plants with her powers.
Strengths:
Plant Sense: Janelle can feel plant life within a 4 ft radius of her body. The plants don’t talk to her, they don’t hum or sing, they are simply a warm, individual presence that Janelle can sense. As would be expected, when Janelle is in a densely vegetated area, it can be a bit overwhelming.
Plant Manipulation: When focusing on a specific plant within her area of effect, Janelle can manipulate that plant to some degree. This includes the ability to move the plant and the ability for Janelle to transfer some of her energy to a plant to make it grow. The energy for the plant to grow comes directly from Janelle’s own energy, so if she uses her power it tires her out requiring her to rest or eat a meal to replenish her energy before she uses that particular power again. As the size of the plant increases, Janelle’s ability to effect it with her powers decreases.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
The plants that Janelle manipulates must currently be alive, so her power would have no effect on a tree that had died and fallen in the forest. This also means that Janelle can’t throw pencils across the room with her powers, and she cannot do anything more with paper or other wood products than the average person. If a seed for a plant is present, Janelle could, with enough energy, cause it to grow and/or bloom. However, if there were no seeds present, Janelle could not create a plant from thin air.
To this point, Janelle has had little reason to use her power in a martial sense, so she’s not very good at fighting or anything that requires brute strength of will.
As stated in the strengths portion of the power, as the size of a plant increases, the degree to which Janelle can effect said plant decreases. A large tree would be nearly impossible for her to manipulate and would take a huge amount of energy. A single daisy, or a handful of grass? A branch of a larger tree? Doable.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Janelle is a runner. It’s something she’s done since she was young, and it’s something she loves to do. It doesn’t do much for her, but it does improve her stamina a bit.
Fighting Style: None. Janelle probably went through some of those self-defense classes in high school where they teach you to step on someone’s instep when they grab you from behind, but there’s never been anything formal.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: N/A
History Of Your Character
Janelle lived the semi-charmed life of an upper-class suburban child for the first twelve years of her life. Her powers manifested around the same time as all the other life changes that pre-teens go through.
At a boy/girl party for one of her best friends, Janelle was involved in a rousing game of truth or dare when she was dared to kiss who was considered to be the cutest boy at the whole party. The boy didn’t know that Janelle had been planning this moment for WEEKS. It had seemed like a great idea as they had planned, but now that the moment of truth had arrived, Janelle was a nervous wreck. Still, the dare had been made, and one simply couldn’t back down from a dare. So in the back yard of her best friend’s house, Janelle Jennings closed her eyes and had her first kiss.
It was nice, and for a while, Janelle thought all the gasps were expressions of how magical the kiss had been. Then she opened her eyes and saw the flowers. All the flowers. TONS of flowers that had sprouted up all around her and the boy. It was the first display of her powers and the largest one she’s ever produced to date. Janelle was petrified for a few moments, until her girlfriends all started to rave about how magical the kiss had been. Apparently being a mutant in the suburbs wasn’t such a bad thing…as long as it made you look like a fairytale Princess.
For Janelle, hiding the circumstances of her powers’ emergence was far more important to her than hiding the fact that she was a mutant, so all of that was handled incredibly well. Time went on, Janelle got older, and her powers manifested themselves in small ways every now and then. After a couple of years, her parents sat her down and they all had a talk about how it would be better for her to spend her last two years of high school in a place where she could learn control over her mutant abilities. After much discussion, Janelle agreed and the plans began to move her to New York City.
Janelle is still close with many of her friends in Ithica, and she visits them as regularly as her schedules at work and school allow. Things really couldn’t have gone better.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Jules
Where did you learn about this site?: From the interwebs, years ago.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Yup. Tarin Brooks, Kealey Quin, Riley Sommers, Quincy Archer, and Jameson Harris. I also used to be the Mod Sarasvati. (Though, upon receipt of this application, I would like to permanently retire Tarin.)
Sample RP:
The bell above the door of the flower ship jingled merrily and Janelle looked up from the magazine she’d been flipping through for the last hour. Customers were a bit scarce this time of year because all of the weddings had already been booked and nobody had time to talk to a clerk…except for this guy.
He looked like an absolute nervous wreck, the kind of guy who had never set foot in a flower shop and simply wanted to grab the first pretty thing he saw and run screaming. This was the kind of interesting the redhead had been waiting for and she smiled, tossing her ponytail back from where it had fallen of her shoulders and called out a simple, “Hello!” It was enough to startle the customer and he jerked wary eyes in her direction.
“Uh. Hello…I need flowers for a girl.”
Ah ha! Janelle smiled knowingly and nodded her head slowly. No sudden movements with one this jumpy. “Well, is she already special to you, or are you hoping she will be?”
“Hoping.” Came the one word answer.
Now that she had a little guidance, Janelle knew just the thing, “If that’s the case, then you’re going to want something that stands out and makes your intentions clear.” She said, “I’ve got just the thing. Wait here, and don’t worry…even a little,” and off to the back she went.
In the storage space, Janelle went right for the stargazer lilies. They didn’t necessarily say hope, but hope wasn’t necessarily the impression you wanted to give when you were putting your heart on the line. Nope, the brilliant orange and pink flowers represented devotion, prosperity, and success. That was the message a person wanted to send. A few minutes to dress the bouquet, and just a tiny surge of energy from Janelle to make the stars of the show shine and she made her way back out to the front. For the first time, the customer smiled.
“They’re…perfect.” He said, a wave of calm washing over him as he took the bouquet and paid.
“Think of us when it’s time for the wedding!” Janelle called as the bell jingled on the customer’s exit.
