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.
Alcohol. She understood the draw, the appeal, the freedom it granted… and yet every sip brought her closer to the black pit of despair that was hidden underneath her other memories. “Chicago? Nah,” he shot down her worries... it was better that way. “Well,” she laughed back, “We need to go there now, if only so you can see the races.” The aspiration, though close to her heart, was best not filled. But maybe, just maybe, she’d be able to go one day and pay them back.
Instead, Magnum managed to focus back in on the conversation. Georgia. That explained the drawl and his rather chivalrous attitude. This also made her smile… and then Ty started into his history with a dark cloud clinging to his words. She sympathized, remembering her own experience after losing her mother. Then Ty admitted to being homeless – another story that Mag was too familiar with; another child the system left behind.
“Then, a few years ago, my old man came back into my life, kicked my ass, stole my wallet, you know, fatherly stuff...” he recited, sinking deeper into the black cloud. Her fingers – the ones not playing with the lip of her glass – found their way to his on the couch and clasped his hand in hers. There were no words she could give him, so silence hung in the air like a warm blanket of understanding. Everyone deserved a little comfort when dealing with memories like these.
“I killed him,” the words came in the same manner as their predecessors, with a bit more of a cathartic meaning. A little over a month ago, as part of her Ragnarok recruitment, she had been able to kill her own father, something that had brought her great joy. Then, as suddenly as he’d started talking, he was happy again. Or as happy as one could be after such a large revelation. After letting it sit for a bit, both digesting and giving him time to come back down to reality, she cocked a smile.
The way her lips curved spoke of arrogance and overconfidence, but these didn’t reach her eyes. Instead, darkness hid behind them, the same kind that had been present through Ty’s summary of his past. “I suppose it’s my turn then?”
PSA: I've been quiet for the past week I got swallowed up by finals, and realized that I should post this because now I'm finally going to see my family for the first time in 4 months... so I probably won't be posting until the 23rd at the earliest, and possibly later, depending on my free time.
"Fill me up." The words were half-request, half-command and spoken entirely by an alcoholic who was once again losing control as Ty broke out more of the liquid joy painkiller. Her ears perked up at his comment, an offer that concerned her for reasons beyond the morality of torturing people. "You've never been to Chicago, have you?" she asked with a bit of a trembling edge to her voice.
As Ty began listing off things she knew about him, Mag couldn't help but lighten the mood with a bit of interjection between his background and the mention of odd jobs: "I know you have bizarre taste in music for a gentleman," she smirked. Eventually, he reached a fond memory that he hadn't shared yet. At one point in his life, Ty had owned a cat! Although cats weren't her favorite animals, Mag had disliked any dependent animals which made cats higher on her list of preferred pets than a lot of others. "I also love animals, except for poodles. Evil little bastards..." she couldn't resist laughing at this comment, giving his hand a squeeze as she slowly inched back toward his side.
"What about me would you like to know?" the offer came unexpectedly. "Well, I suppose I'd like to know about your early life. Your parents, siblings if you had any, what you liked to do... You know, the things that made you the guy sitting on the couch next to me," she smiled softly, understanding that the subject was touchy but feeling as though there really wasn't a better time to ask such things.
"Never mind," she laughed. "That sounds pretty horrible as well. Knowing there's another copy of whatever I think about floating around for some helpless person to see... well, I don't know about how you feel, but I'd feel pretty worried about it. And, if I had to see every bullet I've ever shot, I'd never touch my gun again." Slowly but surely, the alcohol began working its magic; a free feeling associated with being drunk but not ****faced descended on her body.
With the loss of stress came a decline in control of her already shakily regulated powers. However, instead of thickening the air like usual, the humidity that clung to her surrounding bubble of air began to dissipate into the rest of the apartment. The peace, though uncommon, was easily disturbed. If something threw her into a bad place, the interior weather could swing from pleasant to dreadful in a minute's notice. Her fingers felt light, as though they could dance on the wind. As a result, she began toying idly with his hand. "Tell me something about yourself?" she asked.
When Ty revealed that he didn't know where he'd written things, or what he'd written, she could help but smile. "So you've never had to experience getting a memory, only imparting them..." She thought for a few moments and then laughed. "I think you've gotten the better end of the deal, especially since you sleep in the places you write things. I'd love to get rid of my nightmares by putting them somewhere," she sighed, closing her eyes on forming tears to smother them before they built into anything worse.
Her mind drifted briefly to the past, snapping back at his mention of the burning tree that she would one day be stuck in as he wanted to kiss her. "Well let's just say I'd do even crazier **** if it meant sharing your bed or sleeping with you. You mean that much to me," he said, punctuating the sentence with a wink. She rolled her eyes, biting back a grin with a sip of vodka and letting it slide down her throat, breaking away some of the tension. On an empty stomach, alcohol made its way into the bloodstream quicker, so where Mag could've normally taken 4 or so glasses before feeling it, her head was beginning to buzz at the end of 3.
The business of his nightmares she understood all too well. Most nights, it was one of three dreams, or sometimes multiples depending upon how long she stayed asleep. The comment about his mother struck a real chord within her, reminding Mag of one of her own nightmares. She took another sip, trying to drown the memory, and then placed her hand on Ty's free one.
"Though I admit that list is a little longer than it's been in the past, and that one hasn't happened since I've met you..." he smirked. She smirked, partially at the cheekiness of his comment, and slid closer. "My list has grown a little longer since meeting you too."
She finished pouring the drinks. By his somewhat eager response, Mag decided that they would both be out cold until late afternoon tomorrow. She picked up both glasses and the rest of the opened vodka bottle, and took all three back to the coffee table. The tinkling of bumping glass echoed off the table as the set them down, flopping back onto the couch in an area that was still considered fairly far from Ty.
"Well, I guess we're both back at the starting point with our powers. For future reference, it's not my fault if it rains while we're asleep," she laughed. Honestly, her powers only worked under duress, and almost never in the way that she wanted them to. It was a problem, but she had yet to find someone able to coach her on controlling it, so Mag had learned to deal with waking up and already having pseudo-showered. "I'd volunteer to burn your clothing if you wanted help." A smirk touched her lips at the thought. It'd been a good year since Mag had been to a proper bonfire. "But the idea of you wearing so many gloves just to keep everything from happening is kind of crazy, although I like it a lot better than not being able to sleep with you. Then again, I guess it's up to you and how you feel. Who knows, maybe sleeping with me will make your nightmares less frequent?" she shrugged, sipping on the vodka.
Her mind changed topics, back to something she'd been wondering earlier when he mentioned that he had nightmares instead of a single reoccurring nightmare. "Do you have other nightmares?"
In her search for the perfect tree, Magnum was oblivious to the hair-and-rope lasso that the girls had woven. As they threw it around the bot, she found the perfect tree. Small enough to be scale-able and sturdy enough to support her weight. Her fingers touched the ribbing in the tree's old trunk. First waking up before noon, then a stroll through the park... and now an upper body workout? Today just kept getting better. As she prepared to give a tug, a loud, robotic voice boomed across the flat, green space.
RELEASE YOUR HOLD, CITIZEN.
She let go, turning around to see who dared take on the META Bot.. A rowdy bunch of girls working with knots and hair. Not exactly the fearless group of mutant rights warriors that one might expect, but a welcome change none the less. At least the small girls didn't have any chance of getting hurt.
MUTANT IDENTIFIED.
Holy crap. Her muscles tensed. The bot couldn't have scanned her from that far away. Her vision focused in a little closer, paying attention to the direction the bot was looking. Its scanning hand and 'face' were pointed to the poor girl on the end of the loop. This took Mag by surprise - she didn't look like a mutant. Being able to pass for normal was in itself a very large accomplishment. Mag found herself thoroughly impressed until...
THREAT IDENTIFIED. LET'S COME TO A PEACEFUL RESOLUTION. DROP THE WEAPON.
Her fingers immediately dropped to her hip, only to remember that while she'd grabbed her gun this morning, she was only carrying six rounds. And, from this distance, she wasn't going to risk missing. In her lifetime, Magnum had already witnessed the deaths of too many children. The lucky ones were shot. She dropped down into a more defensive stance, seeing someone walk toward the robot with a pair of scissors. Presumably, this was to cut the unfortunate mutant free.
Without thinking twice, Mag found herself moving away from the shelter of trees and toward the conflict. Silently, she set up a shot that a markswoman with her experience could never miss. The .44 caliber in her hands would put a nice hole, or a very exaggerated dent in the least, on the robot's shiny armor. Then she would have five more to disable it. Crouched behind a bush, she watched the actions of the META bot carefully. Though Magnum had no intention of attacking first, she wouldn't hesitate to fire if the bot made one move against anyone. Her mind ran quickly over every possible situation. She didn't trust machinery in the slightest.
Ty seemed concerned. At first a little, then suddenly a lot. The news, her dream, for whatever reason, had scared him. And then it clicked: "You...you just described my nightmare, to the core. The one I've been having for over a year now...The walking down the hallway to...that was me you saw on the table, wasn't it?" Magnum gave a nod of affirmation. "You saw what I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy... but... How?"
Magnum was just as baffled as he was. She sat forward, allowing the song to come to an end before hitting pause on her mix. This was not a conversation to be had over music. The moment she did this, Ty's question-bombs descended. He wanted to know the color of her dream, and if it had the same effects as his power had earlier. To be honest, the level of emotions were similar to her previous dreams, but they'd felt like an external force rather than one that normally came from within. Her own levels of concern spiked with this revelation. That had been Ty's dream... no wonder he never slept. And beyond that, if he continued to imprint memories in his sleep, they might never be able to fall asleep together.
"They were sepia. The emotions felt similar to earlier, and I felt nauseous when I woke up, but I don't think I had anything else in my stomach. " she responded, taking his glass and walking back over to the closet. "But why in the world would you have to burn your sheets? Vodka?" It was half question, half statement. The situation called for something stronger. She was pouring vodka, he could take it or leave it.
If she had been paying attention, she would've probably noticed his dislike of her music tastes. Part of her would have felt bad for making him listen, but the other part played memories in her head - the positive ones. Her lips touched the glass, downing a rather large sip. "Oh, I didn't realize you'd had one too. Small world, eh?" Mag chuckled. "Yeah small world." Though, at Ty's suggestion of sharing, she tipped the glass up and made half of it disappear; she was still far too sober to think about the nightmares, much less talk about them.
It's just who I am It's the life I chose Gunshots in the dark One eye closed
She had to stop, at this rate she'd pass out within the hour. Mag laid her head back onto the couch cushions, fingers wrapped around the half-empty glass in her lap. "Look, I'll make you a deal. I haven't told anybody about mine, but... if you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine." To this, she frowned a little. New nightmares were a large occurrence, but she didn't even know where this one had come from, much less its meaning. However, another half a glass later, she felt like talking.
I never fear death or dying I only fear never trying I am whatever I am Only God can Judge me now
"A lot of my nightmares are about things I've seen... People I've... hurt, or seen hurt," she swallowed the words. "This one wasn't. I was in a building, walking down a hall, and then running. I was scared, and I didn't know why. There was screaming, so I hid in a room. There was someone strapped to a table..." she shook her head. "I don't know why it was a table... They only ever had walls, where I come from. I saw... someone... that I know..." her words skirted around the fact that Ty had been the one strapped to the table. "And then I saw a face. A girl... I don't know who she was, but I was terrified of her."
The key slipped easily into the lock, but she felt guilty turning it over. The door opened, reminding her with painful whine that it needed greasing. I'll take care of it tomorrow, she told herself in the exact same manner she'd been doing for the better part of the month. Magnum unstacked two glasses, setting them on a free shelf. Typically, this sort of situation merited vodka. However, she didn't know how heavily Ty drank, so she went for the slightly safer option of whiskey. If he could tolerate that burn, she'd move them up a level on the next pour. The lure of forgetting pulled her a little to hard, though, so before she picked up the glasses to share, she swallowed half of hers in a gulp and topped off.
Ty was eating celery. Of all things at this hour, after just depositing his stomach contents into the toilet... celery. A small smile tugged at her lips, but it disappeared with his apology. "No, it wasn't that. I didn't even realize you were having a nightmare... guess I was just too lost in my own. It's not often that I get a new one," she bit her lip, handing him the glass as she sat down. Generally, they were memories as well... this one was a situation she'd never seen before, and Ty had been there, which made the dream all the more weird.
A remote sat on the coffee table. She picked it up and hit play lazily. Music started rumbling in the bass, slowly moving up the spectrum. Money's the motivation, money's the conversation...
Although concerned, the dream had triggered just enough of a flashback to render Mag completely useless as Ty went to vomit. She dedicated all the time he spent curled up on the floor to grounding herself in reality, and was able to sit calmly by the time he emerged. "I don't know if I told you," he said, sounding and looking next to dead. "I've been battling with recurring nightmares for the past...year or so. They've eased up, but every now and then it'll hit me harder than usual." The senseless bitter humor returned to the back of her head. Yeah, you're telling me, it nagged. Mag's nightmares had returned mid-force since he died, and had recently become worse and more frequent.
"You got any alcohol?" he prompted her, headed for the kitchen. She couldn't resist a chuckle. "If you're looking for snacks, you're in the right place. If you're looking for booze, you need to go check the closet by the bathroom. I'll get it." This was a system that the brothers had made her adapt, mostly for when Blaire visited but later to curb her own addictions, and it happened to follow her to New York.
Before waiting for him to answer, she forced herself off the couch and toward the location of said booze-closet keys. They'd drink vodka or whisky tonight, because Mag wanted to drown the memories and had a feeling that Ty wanted to do so as well.
Magnum hadn't meant to ignore his statement about the ex, but honestly exs made up an entirely different issue - namely that her ex was so deeply entwined with her past that the two could not be mentioned separately. Whatever the case, Ty seemed to let it go fairly easy and settled into sleep next to her. But, as per usual, good sleep never lasts long. Somehow, Ty had pulled away from her. She didn't understand it, but vaguely registered shakes and a small whimper before her fingers collided with her shirt.
She was walking down a long, sepia colored hallway. Shrieks of varying pitches punctuated each of her footfalls. They chased her into a run as her body tensed, readying itself for a fight. As the feeling of panic built, she ducked into a nearby room. As her eyes adjusted to the change of light, a sepia shape appeared, listless on the table. In the way that dreams work, she knew the figure would be subject to a number of horrible operations in the coming hours. She felt compelled to help.
As she got closer, she saw that the figure on the table resembled Ty. Panic flooded her. This was not happening again - it couldn't. Then, just as she'd been able to register his existence, the view changed. She now stared up at a ceiling. Her throat tightened; if not for Ty's powers holding her muscles inert, she would've screamed. Looking down at her was a blonde, who, though she had never met, was labeled as evil beyond reason. Her lips curved upward in a sadistic grin that reminded her of ...
The dream dropped her back into reality, next to a terrified looking Ty, though the damage had been done. "What the actual f***?" she yelled, body tensed to stop the tremors.
Magnum knew how it felt, being forced into something you hated. She'd run along side the gangs for long enough to experience it first hand, multiple times, and eventually ended up with a pretty nasty trail behind her - all before meeting Blaze. Which is why, when Ty mentioned the mentor not liking to be disobeyed, she produced a short and bitter laugh. After a few moments to calm down and ground herself, she was back to being happily cocooned in Ty's arms.
"I've learned little tricks, like getting passwords from keypads." She smiled, tugging a blanket down from behind them and draping it over her body. "So I should call you every time I need to break into somewhere, instead of doing it the hard way. Good to know." This statement was punctuated by a short giggle from her far too tired brain, again telling her that a person doesn't live on 30 minutes of sleep in 48 hours.
Ty also seemed to be getting tired. Slowly, her eyes closed. Even slower, the thoughts in her brain stopped. Her body, already in a relaxed state, then found it easy to slip into a dream-like state. After a few minutes, it found sanctuary in the abyss of actual sleep.
"The Psychometry," he started. Ty's words registered in her mind and would be recorded for future knowledge. However, Magnum's consciousness drifted in and out of the conversation. Instead, her body decided to highlight his arm looping itself around her, the way her fingers clasped his on her side, the heat that radiated through the clothing; all were signs of his closeness and this gave Mag a very longed-for sense of security. With her ear on his chest, she heard both his voice and the deep rumble that preceded it. She also noted when his breath hitched, a tell tale sign of pain that Ty followed with, "and she was murdered."
Her fingers tightened with his in sympathy. A brief flash of her own mother appeared, but quickly left. No one here needed to know about that. Ty had her attention now. And listen she did, for the rest of his story. As he ended the final statement, about writing of memories onto object, he cut himself short. After a few moments, Magnum wiggled herself into a slightly more upright position, head laying on his shoulder now. "Do you want to tell me about where that came from?" she prompted, knowing that stories always had deeper truths to them, especially ones that ended so prematurely. She knew this from experience.
