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.
Over the years, a certain Manfish never really had any sort of luck with the ladies. He knew why, but that didn’t make it suck any less, and he just decided that there wasn’t a woman out there who would be able to look past his appearance and love him as he was. Being the scientist that he was, he recently decided to put this to the test, to gather evidence and support his hypothesis. Test one: Speed dating; a lightning round and maybe a good preview of what was to come over the course of this experiment.
So, that explains what a six foot fish-chimera was doing on the speed dating scene, wearing a full black wetsuit with a blue dress-jacket and a black bow-tie. So far…it was a nightmare, though it went exactly as he’d sort of expected it would. The thing was, he was only being himself; after all, he wasn’t about to taint the data of the experiment; that was a cardinal sin in his book.
No, for the most part, he didn’t even have to say or do much. He was always, without provocation, met with rejection in the form of looks: amusement, disbelief, and disgust. And then...there were the ones that actually spoke.
“Hi, my name is Kat. I’m a sushi-chef.” “Have you ever like…considered shaving that beard?” “Something smells like fish. Oh, right.” “Wouldn’t you have better luck in an aquarium?”
Before he’d set out on this journey, he thought the buzzer would be the bane of his existence, something that would haunt him for weeks to come. But…no. In reality, the Bzt! was a welcome paradise. An oasis in a desert of dry jokes. He had heard some sort of commotion, but…he didn’t pay much attention to it because he was caught up in his own thoughts at the moment. His left hand reached back, adjusting his goggle-glasses. They didn’t need it, it was just something that…well, he didn’t do it that often, but he wasn’t always this nervous/frustrated. He’d been prepared for letdowns, but this was just ridiculous.
Bzzt!
“Hi. I’m Maya…”
At first he was shocked, but it didn’t take his fish-senses long to detect the scent of booze on her. Great, the one woman that shows a remote interest in me is drunk…Ah well, take what you can get, I suppose. If nothing else, he guessed he could at least humor the both of them. After all, he desperately needed a confidence booster right about now, and from the smell of her, her evening didn’t seem to be going so great either. And…she wasn’t bad looking, by any means.
….Crap! He hadn’t thought of an introduction! Manfish wasn’t exactly appropriate for this sort of function. And he felt so weird dropping something like his name…then again, ‘Fishman’ is what birthed the name ‘Manfish’ in the first place.
“Pleased to meet you,” he said calmly in his surprisingly deep, thick, maybe even charming voice, if one could get past the look of the one saying it. “I’m Caleb. Or Cale, whichever you prefer.”
"N-nice to meet you as well. Did you...? Cale? You said that.” Heh…he had to admit, she was quite amusing. Not that he was picking on her. This was honestly the best part of his night so far; and it probably would remain so.
"I-Forgive me if this is forward, but... do you have a tail?"
…Well, that one was new. So new, in fact, that it actually made him grin a little. Drunk woman gets points for originality, to say the least. And then, the poor girl started stammering. It was almost as if she actually cared about his feelings. This...was actually going...not disastrous. Not on his part, anyway.
"No offense taken, don't worry about it. That's nothing compared to the lame attempt at jokes I've already heard, anyway. No, I don't have a tail. But I do have two sets of fins, plus a dorsal fin, if that's any consolation?" He gave a slight shrug with his--he thought--lame excuse at a joke.
"I— My last— I mean to say that tails aren't the end of the world, you know. I have a son. He's part dog."
"Part dog, hm? I actually fancy myself a spokesperson for visible mutants. So if all goes to plan, before he hits high school, people won't see mutants like us as monsters or giant fish-men, but functioning members of society. With feelings, dreams, PhD's..." Yeah, totally just dropped the not-so-subtle hint there. But hey, Manfish didn't have gorgeous looks to fall back on, only his brain. And that, he planned to use.
"You should come speak at the school where I work. Xavier's Sister School? We would love to have you. There are anxious ears that would love to hear what you just said to me."
"Small world," he replied, flashing another smile. "If all goes according to plan, I'll be teaching there soon." His black eyes softened behind his goggle-glasses; though he could tell this had much more of a professional vibe than a romantic one. Though something in the air told him that the only chance this had of being romantic was if it became one of those weird phone-relationship things. Ah well, it was still refreshing, especially compared to the women he'd met before her.
"Do you sing? You have a remarkable voice."
Bzzt!
"That, my dear..." he said as charmingly as he could, "is a mystery to be solved another day." He chuckled one last time. This time, the buzzer had been more of the nuisance he’d expected it to be all along. He almost hated to see her go.
"Be-uhm-be sure to stop by the library some time to say hello." That he would. Even if nothing romantic became of this date, at least one had promise to be a friend. Too bad friends weren’t the subject of this experiment. Maybe another time, another place, another mutation, they could have been something. But dreams weren’t Caleb Fishman’s cup of tea. After all, there was no science to support dreams or fanciful what ifs.
So for now, another table, another date, but hopefully not another string of giggles, “Oh my God’s” or worse yet, bad fish-jokes…
"Yeah. I like to think when it comes to fish and humans, I got the best of both worlds. But sadly, others fail to see it that way." He let out a disgruntled sigh, looking around a bit, mostly studying the faces of people who let their eyes meet his as they passed by. Some were in awe, some intrigued, some didn't seem to care, and others looked at him with utter disgust. And all he'd done was stand there. It was intriguing and infuriating wrapped up into one volatile package.
He smiled, looking at the boy when he asked about the aquarium. "Actually, yes I do. I volunteer my time at least one day a week, helping take care of the fish, feeding the dolphins, and that sort of thing. I worked there when I was in college, and after I moved on to other things with better pay, I signed on to work for free, I love it there so much."
He paused a moment, then added. "You can call me Manfish. Or, if you want to be more professional, Dr. Fishman."
Not long after the ordeal, another teenager came up to him. This one younger, and...polite. It made a soft smile come to the older man's face, though given his face, all smiles looked weirder than they did anything else.
"It is fine," he replied, swallowing most of his anger at the juvenile who was now long gone. "I've got a thick skull. Literally," he added softly, then shrugged at the question.
"From what I gather, it is because I'm different, but such is the world we live in. People like that are going to come along, no matter who you are. But, all things considered, I probably catch more of them than the average person. But, as long as you know who you are, it really doesn't matter what anyone else says," he replied, deciding to use his experience as a teaching tool for the younger mutant.
"As long as everyone is different, there are going to be those who ridicule others for it, not realizing that they too, are as different as everyone else."
{Name: Dr. Fishman, "Manfish" Birthday: 10/8/87 Gender:Male Seeking:Female About Myself: I am a mutant seeking a female who will love me as I am. I stand at six feet tall, with a thick build. I enjoy culture and intellectual conversation, and occasionally enjoy a few drinks. I still believe in chivalry, and know how to treat a lady nicely. Also, I am mostly fish.}
This profile can be found on numerous dating sites, classified ads, and anywhere else you'd see this kind of lame dating ad. It is complete with his e-mail address.
Sooooo, ladies, are you looking for a little romance? Or maybe just an awkward situation for your female characters to be in? If your answer is yes, I have a plot for you~
Manfish is convinced that there isn't a girl out there who'd want to date him, so being the scientist that he is, he's conducting an experiment. After each date concludes, he will go home and record the results in his log. Any that go well(if any), he'll call back.
If any are interested in being a part of this humorous experiment, please reply to this thread, and let the fun (and awkward) times, begin~
Well, it was more of a light misting, but to a certain fish man with a PhD, it was enough to make him grin, which...given his facial features, wasn't very noticeable, but that really didn't matter. Who cared if anyone saw that Manfish was happy? What mattered was that he was at this moment...well, content. Not happy happy, but it was close enough.
He stood outside the aquarium in his black, shorty-style wet-suit with red pinstripes, a backpack slung over one shoulder. He'd just finished his lunch (in solitude, where no one could see him. The world was welcome) after his volunteer-shift at the aquarium, and now he was just enjoying the weather and the solitude.
"Hey look at the giant fish! Maybe we should introduce him to a giant cat and see what happens!"
The nineties called; they want their joke back. Actually nevermind. The jokes were much more creative when I was in high school. The lab rats we dissected back then could have thought of a better line. But it was no matter, the punk teenager who'd made the crack was long gone.
These days, kids didn't even have the guts to stay to see the reaction to their crappy one-liners. Granted, he knew he was a formidable opponent in a battle of wits or strength, so...he really couldn't blame the little dilenquent. Ah, it was really no matter. He had the whole day ahead of him, and such. Besides, the day was actually going well.
He turned to make his way down the sidewalk, to find somewhere to go and enjoy this light--oh there we go. The misting had worked its way to a drizzle, which quickly became a light rain. Perfect. Well, for him, anyway.
That is until a rock hit him square in between the eyes. It hurt, but thankfully he had a thick skull like most catfish. He bared his sharp, piranha-like teeth, and the kid paled before running.
"Reprobates...what can ya do?" he murmured with a light chuckle as he continued about his way. Truth be told, his mood was starting to damper a bit, but...hey. That was life.[/i]
Visible mutation: Cale is an odd mix of man and fish, not resembling a single type or species of fish, but many. His blue-grey skin resembles that of a shark, though his build is thicker, bulkier, and not as streamlined. His head is shaped like a catfish, complete with the “whiskers” on his chin that almost resemble a beard. His mouth is full of pointy, piranha-like teeth, A long, thin fin runs down the length of his back. He has pectoral fins on his upper arm, and another set of fins on his thighs, which rest perfectly against his skin when he’s not underwater. His hands and feet are human in appearance, and his torso is a white color.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: N/A
Other features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Cale always wears a wetsuit; the colors vary, but it is always a shorty, stopping just above his elbows, and knees. His suits are custom made, with slits for his fins to fit out of. When not underwater, Cale wears a special pair of glasses that strap around his head, since he has no visible ears
Uniform: His uniform is the same style of wetsuit, only it is a dark blue and yellow.
Sleepwear: Wetsuit
Miscellaneous clothing: He may own a few wetsuits that are patterned like special-occasion clothing? Also, he has a labcoat.
Character
Personality: One’s first impression of Manfish would be one of a silent, brooding, and gruff, if at times bitter individual. And this would be true, as his past and environment have forced him to grow a thick outer skin(both metaphorically and literally), and he takes time to trust or open up to someone. He has very little tolerance for nonsense, though his attacks are more often verbal than they are physical. He holds himself to a very strict moral code, under which he only fights when absolutely necessary.
Under this gruff outer layer lies the heart of a philosopher who enjoys studying and learning whatever he can about the earth and its inhabitants. At the same time, he also enjoys teaching, sharing his findings, and having deep, thoughtful conversation to those who’ll listen. When it comes to anything science-related, especially relating to aquatic life and studies, he gets very passionate and eager to share with any nearby.
Despite his hardships and the bullying and teasing he’s gone through(and still goes through, on account of his very visible mutation), he always looks for the good in the world, and strives to do the right thing no matter what the circumstances.
However, he is prone to bouts of depression, drinking, and verbal outbursts because he tends to hold in his negative emotions until he just explodes. He harbors a bitterness towards humans and “normals,” the term he gives to non-visible mutants, neither of whom he feels understands what it’s “really” like to be considered a monster or freak.
To those with the patience to get close, he will care deeply for, and do everything in his power to help.
Hobbies/ Interests: Marine Biology, Diving, Research
Job or part time job and description: He teaches biology at the mansion and spends a day a week volunteering at an aquarium.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Dying alone, his own capabilities, bears, cats….
Special talents: Diving
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good: He follows his heart, and the law, to the fullest extent he knows how, always doing what he feels is right, and looking out for others.
Mutations
Mutation description: Fish-chimera
Amphibious: Manfish can breathe both on land or under-water
Senses: He can see well in the dark and underwater, his catfish barbels provide him with an extra ability to sense chemicals in the air or water, and the electrical fields of other living things. Sense of smell is heightened, especially the smell of blood.
Strengths: He can survive any amount of time on land or underwater, and a few of his senses are above average.
Weaknesses and Limitations: Manfish has to keep his skin moist, hence the constant wearing of wetsuits. Heat dries out skin, and dry skin makes him apt to overheat.
On land, he isn’t as agile or as graceful as he is underwater, often looking like a lumbering buffoon at first glance. His sight isn’t as functional on land, as light refracts differently on land than in water. In water, his sight is perfect, but on land, he wears a pair of prescription transition sunglasses.
Also…don’t pull his barbels. They hurt, as they are touch sensitive.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: His strength is average for a man his build, and his speed and agility is much better underwater.
Fighting Style: Cale has training in wrestling, and as such is a grappler before he’s a striker, preferring to take down and strategically incapacitate his opponents instead of pummeling them to a pulp.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Pros: His is a very defensive-based style, and he is able to perform different take-downs from many positions. His strength can also make him difficult to take down.
Cons: He’s slow, and can be outmaneuvered.
History Of Your Character
Manfish was born Caleb Nelson Fishman; an only child to Anastasia and Marty. From an early age, Caleb showed that he was very bright, and eager to learn. He got along well with the other kids, and was known for helping others who were bullied. He loved to play and wrestle with the other kids, and despite his size even as a child, was very careful not to hurt anyone.
But at age 12, his vision started going bad. Very sensitive to light, his eyes were unable to see, but it was a very curious thing because in the dark and under water, especially the latter, his vision was just fine, if not perfect. So, he was prescribed a special pair of shades.
They say that at puberty, everything changes, and for our young Fishman, that was none the truer. Over the years, his skin changed color, his ears seemed to melt into his head, and he grew fins. His skin now needed to remain moist, and where other kids were growing facial hair, Cale sprouted barbels, catfish-whiskers. Due to his skin now being slimy and fishlike, he was kicked off the wrestling team. And because he now could breathe underwater as well as on land, he was banned from the swim team as well.
Subject to bullying for the rest of his school years, this still didn’t stop him. Without trivial things like friends, girls or extra-curricular activities, the teenage Fishman had all the more time for his studies, and at the end of high school, graduated Valedictorian. His parents were proud of him, and never treated him any different though he looked nothing like them anymore. In fact, they loved him all the more.
After graduating high school, Cale moved to New York, more accepting of the nickname Manfish, that people who thought they were so smart and original decided to do with his name. By now, he embraced it. He enrolled in college, working at aquariums and taking diving jobs on the side for extra cash and to pay off loans. Thanks to his devotion to hard work, he now has a PhD in marine biology, longing to teach mutant children and share his love of science with the world. And if he can, usher in an age of respect for visible mutants like him.
Roleplay
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Sample RP:
Sitting on a park bench, a pair of black, inhuman eyes stared at the setting sun through a pair of special lenses. In his left leathery, blue-grey hand was a Styrofoam cup of coffee, which he sipped on casually. People walked by, but Cale had long learned the art of shrugging off the giggles and the cries of "Look at the Fish-Man!” The sad thing was, this was from children and adults alike. Children were inquisitive and had no tact, but adults should know better. Maybe they did, but they just didn’t care. Whatever.
Pulling his brown trench-coat closed and fastening it to conceal his black wetsuit, he threw the cup in the trash without a care in the world. He’d lived in the city for going on ten years now; people should be used to him, but whatever. Walking down the street, he headed the few blocks to the aquarium, walking in through the employee entrance and making his way down the secret corridors that no tourist would ever see.
Grabbing a bucket, he shed his trench-coat and climbed up to feed his first stop for the night. Pulling a fish out of the bucket, he resisted the urge to eat it himself as he tossed it out over the tank, to be caught by a dolphin in mid-air, which thin swam to him.
He smiled; this dolphin was a mammal, yet aquatic. In a way, it was like him. There were so few compared to the many fish in the sea, like there was only one of him in this mass of dominantly humans and things resembling them. But…the dolphin was happy.
