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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
It was his day! He could tell from the moment he'd awoken in that dumpster instead of home, a full meal of newspaper clippings soaked in old coffee sitting right next to him! It was as if the man upstairs was gunning for him today! Like... In a good way. Like, gunning on his side! That's what that meant, right? Cause it wouldn't be good day if a deity was shooting at him.
Did god have guns?
He smacked the nearest person to him, and then pointed at them, the 12 year old child, who cried as their parent pulled them in and started yelling at the giant child abusing roach.
He loved the subway. Such characters.
The colossal insect skipped on out of the car as the door opened, ignoring the angry parent as the great crowd of people trying to get into the subway cut them off from each other. Yep. Today was going to be a great day! Nothing could ruin it!
That said, he had to go looking for things that would make it even better! How about some shopping! What for, though? Hats? He was thirsty! Coffee? He wanted intellectual stimulation! Books?!
Where could he find all of those in one convenient place? Four hours of really fun walking revealed the answer!
A book store that sold coffee?! WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!
Wait, that was pretty common. Still, he was standing outside of this one, so he might as well go in!
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A customer was reading the back of a book... He took a moment to look up, and out the window of his favorite bookstore. He liked this place. Sure, there was a particularly sour employee about, but that just added character. Plus, this place was nice and quiet. He liked the peaceful atmosph-
WHAM!
"TADAAAAAA! It's okay, adoring fans! Everything is better now that i'm here!" A giant cockroach kicked the door in and announced himself. The customer looked at his coffee for a moment, set it down, and walked out.
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Roach looked about the bookstore for a moment, clacked his mandibles in joy, skipped on up to the magazine section, grabbed a sports illustrated, danced up to the front counter, and spied the selection of food stuffs, not paying attention to whoever might be behind the counter. "Ohhhh~ I'll have a bologna sammich."
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
Allison had gotten used to a variety of weird things. Chicago may not have been legendary for its weirdness (just its corruption), but it was still a huge city, and so still had plenty of strange things occurring on a regular basis with no one treating them as if they were at all out of the ordinary. (Competitive jump roping teams? For five year olds? Really, parents?) New York--or possibly it was just college--had added another set of things for Allison to adjust to, as had spending so much time around mutants.
Still, the giant roach that... the closest Allison could get was danced, and wasn’t that a disturbing concept... into the store and up to the counter was a scale of weird that hadn’t quite been reached before. So it was entirely logical to spend a few moments outwardly blinking at the giant roach, and internally determining that she was never, ever working at the counter again. Last time a naked boy fell out of the ceiling, who was now off ghosting around the store somewhere. This time a giant cockroach walks up and orders a “sammich.”
Sammich. Allison’s English teachers would strangle themselves at that. Though, admittedly, they’d probably be fascinated by the possible parallels between the giant roach and whatever famous book she hadn’t bothered to read. All her brain was coming up with was ‘Metamorphmagus,’ which she was entirely certain was not it.
“Er... right.” Allison mechanically retrieved a bologna sandwich and plate and rang the sandwich up, adding the magazine the roach was holding as an afterthought, then turned the secondary display--if it had a technical name she’d never bothered to learn it--to show the roach the total.
Okay, so she was really supposed to tell him. Her. It. Allison had no idea. And she was supposed to be friendly and welcoming and other such things. But... it was a giant cockroach. Allison would be worried about anyone who wasn’t a bit confused by a giant cockroach walking into their store.
"HOLY SH*T DID GREGOR SAMSA JUST WALK INTO THE SHOP?! I LOVE NEW YORK!"
When in ghost form, Krisz enjoyed the advantages of not being bound by mundane social conventions, like courtesy or politeness or keeping your voice down. He was a marketing feature now, the ghost of the bookstore, and as one he had all the privileges of a Medieval fool. In other words, he was free to be himself and speak his mind, and nobody could hurt him for it.
At first, it was fun. And then, it was just reflex.
"Boy oh boy" Krisz buzzed above Alli who apparently was not really fascinated by the idea of having a giant pest problem waltz into the shop "Seriously. A giant cockroach?! Is there a company policy for that? should I show him around, or what? Do you want me to call someone?..."
What do normal people do in situation like this? ... Probably scream and run away.
Gregory paused as he heard a voice come from nowhere. He looked about the shop curiously for a moment, and then pitched back as the disembodied voice proceeded to... Tease him?
"Well... I never." His antennae twitched in annoyance, but still he decided it was best to ignore such rude gestures. He was going to have a great day, after all, and he wouldn't let some cretinous comments from someone he may eat later ruin that.
Roach looked at the lady behind the counter. His compound eyes spotted the price. He ignored it, grabbed the sand witch, turned it around, stared at the bottom for a moment, and nodded and "hmm"ed. He then turned it over again, opened it, and stared at the inside for a moment. He licked his finger, and turned the bologna, eyeing the cheese. While he did this, his other hand brought the magazine to his mouth, where he took a big bite.
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"PTEWY!" Saliva covered magazine confetti would fly right at Allison's face. The sandwich was closed, and pitched to the side, where it made contact with the wall, and hung there. " Your disembodied voice is impolite, my magazine was stale, and the bologna was a horrible read! What kind of place do you run here, anyways?!"
He crossed both sets of arms, and spied the woman before him with what had to be an angered look, considering his tone of voice.
He had been having a great day before he walked into this hell hole! He felt he should tell them that!
"I had been having a great day before I walked into this hell hole!" HAH! You tell em Gregory! You tell em!
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Allison, having already closed her eyes in reflex at the magazine mache flying at her face, kept them closed for a moment longer before carefully wiping the shreds of soaked paper off her face, retrieving a towel and wiping her face off as clean as it would get--she was not going to feel clean until she had a shower after being spit on by a giant bug--and then answering in a remarkably--and, had anyone in New York known her, scarily--calm voice. “One that is intended to cater to humans and human-like mutants, as they are by far the largest paying population. The disembodied voice is a naked boy who can’t stop talking and as such says whatever he thinks of regardless of anything else, the magazine is meant to be read, and the sandwich to be eaten.”
"I had been having a great day before I walked into this hell hole!"
“In that case, I invite you to continue having a great day the instant you walk out of it.” Not anything even vaguely, remotely near how she was supposed to behave, and there may or may not be complaints later from the customers still around to witness it, but Allison didn’t care. A giant bug spit in her face. And insulter her and her work. And Krisz.
Allison didn’t get angry very often; the list of things that could provoke her was relatively short. It had, however, just grown. And an angry Allison, while often limited to unusually vicious commentary, had on occasion proven to be something to fear.
The giant roach spat in Alli's face. That. Was Not Nice. Not to mention unintentionally suicidal. Krisz had only known Alli for a few days, but he could tell when she was annoyed, and when she was pissed, and when she wa murderous. Now she was murderous.
"What she said" the helpful ghost said as he lacked a head to nod "The newspaper is for reading, the sandwich is for eating. We apologize for not making that abundantly clear for all our customers. We shall correct that mistake in the nearest possible future."
Alli was wipin bug spit from her eyes. Krisz did not even know bugs could spit. Certainly no normal bug can spit this much.
"You know" he whispered, humming around her ear "I think he is insane."
This girl was snooty. He wanted to eat her face. With salt. Maybe a little pepper. No, that would dull down the taste of the salt too much. Salty face went well with a nice Chianti and a side of fava beans.
"FP-FP-FP-FP-FP-" Oh dear... he was speaking his thoughts again. He had to stop that. Or keep doing it... The latter was more entertaining. His tummy hands shook their fists as he pointed at the woman, whose response to his criticism was definitely not good customer service!
"One that is intended to cater to humans and human-like mutants, as they are by far the largest paying population. The disembodied voice is a naked boy who can’t stop talking and as such says whatever he thinks of regardless of anything else, the magazine is meant to be read, and the sandwich to be eaten."
"What she said. The newspaper is for reading, the sandwich is for eating. We apologize for not making that abundantly clear for all our customers. We shall correct that mistake in the nearest possible future."
"OH, so the fact that I don't like to do things the same way you do makes you think I'm some how not good enough, AYE??!!" He pounded a fist on the counter, which shook a little. "You only serve people that look normal! You tell me to leave! You, ma'am, are a racist!"
"So shut your face! And you... Voice! Shut your.... Oh wait."He paused for a moment, and then banged his hand on the counter once more. "I won't leave until I am compensated! Hand over you faces! Er... Collective face!"
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
Allison briefly flicked her eyes in Krisz’s direction--or, anyway, the direction his voice had most recently come from. “Something, anyway.”
She continued giving the giant cockroach an impassive look. Which, really, was the best that could be hoped for at that point. “Actually, no, I really don’t care about race. As I said before, the vast majoyity of the paying populations are human or humanlike, so this store, like most others, is set up to cater to humans. Business cares for money, and very little else. Also, you have ruined both a magazine and a sandwich, which you did not pay for, thus making you a thief. You spit in my face, which could be argued is assault.” Even if that particular extent of the law was incredibly stupid. “And half our customers have already left since you have arrived. I am entirely within my rights and, in fact, required by my job to ask you to leave. Now go.”
>>"OH, so the fact that I don't like to do things the same way you do makes you think I'm some how not good enough, AYE??!! You only serve people that look normal! You tell me to leave! You, ma'am, are a racist!"
"Geez" Krisz muttered, finding himself edging away from the roach even though he did not have a body "Told ya." Why did he have to be nuts, just because he was a bug? Not all bugs were nuts. Probably bugs had the same sane-to-nut ratio as humans. Yes. But this one, on top of being hidious, was also decidedly many fries short of a Happy Meal. And probably a burger too.
>>"So shut your face! And you... Voice! Shut your.... Oh wait. I won't leave until I am compensated! Hand over you faces! Er... Collective face!"
"Uh-oh" the voice buzzed, and started looking around for ideas. Not many could be spotted lying around the shop.
>>“Actually, no, I really don’t care about race... I am entirely within my rights and, in fact, required by my job to ask you to leave. Now go.”
Wow. The girl was brave. Or she had a shotgun under the counter. Did she? Krisz checked. Nope she did not. So she was just brave. Or suicidal.
"Actually she is correct again" Krisz supplied "You are free to consume whatever... item... you have purchased, but we have seen no money yet, and the magazine and sandwich are both gone. So why don't we call it quits?"
Humming very close to Alli's ear, he whispered "Should I call the police?... Or, you know, pest control?..."
Roach was upset. Very upset. His perfect day had been ruined. Did this mean he was going to throw a tantrum? No. He wasn't that upset. He was a perfectly reasonable man eating cockroach on most days, and he didn't have to take this.
He threw his hands up in the air... All four of them, when the woman started going off on him breaking the law, and then turned to leave... But at the last second, another thing popped into his head- a great line of reasoning with which to tell off this witch of a woman! He turned, and leaned in close to speak... and then heard something.
"Should I call the police?... Or, you know, pest control?..."
It was faint... he could barely make out the words... but there it was.
"Pest... Control? Is that what I am? A pest? Another insignificant insect for you to squish beneath your big PINKY boots?" His hand calmly reached up to grip the cash register. "My dear... You and your little voice... Won't be squishing anyone." In one smooth motion, his hydraulic limb ripped the cash register from it's place, and tossed it a good 15 feet into the nearest book case, where it made a loud crashing sound.
"You're the one who will be squished." Oh yes. He was that upset, now.
His next victim was the phone next to her- He ripped the phone part from it, snapping the cord, and then placed it on his head, curling it in his antennae... A perfect bookshop wrecking hat.
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“Krisz, have Mark call the police.” Allison did not, in fact, have a shotgun. She did, however, have a can of wasp/hornet spray, which was very calmly retrieved and set on the counter while the cash register and then phone were removed. “You know, you find the most interesting things online. A... oh, a few years ago by now? I saw an article that advised secretaries and receptionists not to bother with pepper spray, since it had a limited range and had to be kept out of sight to keep any intruders from noticing and accounting for it. Wasp spray, though, has at least a twenty foot range in most brands--this one should be twenty five--a more direct stream, looks innocuous, and is every bit as damaging. I haven’t tested this yet, of course, but you certainly look enough related to an insect for this to be even more damaging to you than most people... and since you tried eating a magazine, I’d guess you more than look similar to an insect.” The can’s cap was flicked off, and the can shaken lightly.
>>"Pest... Control? Is that what I am? A pest? Another insignificant insect for you to squish beneath your big PINKY boots? My dear... You and your little voice... Won't be squishing anyone. You're the one who will be squished."
Krisz had two very prominent thoughts in his mind in that moment. 1. We're gonna get killed by a giant roach. 2. Alli's gonna kill me.
The roach started trashing the shop. Uh-oh. Thought number 3. Shannon's gonna kill all of us.
Alli was strangely calm. She also had bug spray. The girl was a genius. Probably, possibly dead, but still a genius.
"This is strating to look like MIB" Krisz muttered as he buzzed into the back room to tell a very scared and confused Mark to get his ass up off the floor and call 911. Then, back to the fight.
"Hey big fella, over here!" he yelled from the corner of the bookstore; if the roach was trying to get to him, more bookshelves would be trashed, but better books than employees. It was also a poor attempt at distracting the bug. But he might fall for it anyway. He was a bug.
A can of bugspray was held up threateningly... Where he human, his eyes would narrow, but instead, his antennae stood at alert as he eyed the woman tentatively. Slowly, his hands raised up into the air, as if he were being held up.
"So, you're going to kill me, then? End my insignificant little life for what? A low quality magazine and a boring sandwich?" He stepped back, as if retreating. That pesky voice chimed in from the corner of the store as he reached the door... He clicked his mandibles a few times, and a little roach crawled from his shell... He clicked and chittered lowly at it for a second, and... it saluted?
He opened the door, and it flew off... He then ripped the door from it's hinges with a couple sharp tugs, holding it in front of him. "Lets see your bug spray get past this!" He then charged forward, using the door like a makeshift shield as he crashed through anything in his path. This woman and her voice would pay for their belittling insults! He would show them that his kind wouldn't be treated like second class citizens because they didn't look or act like 'normal' human beings!
As this happened, a tiny cockroach skittered through the open pathway at the entrance... and then another... and then two more... Freddie was doing his job well... soon the trickle would become a swarm.
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
Posted by Allison on Sept 18, 2011 20:34:30 GMT -6
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“Tempting as that sounds, no, not if you just leave now like we’ve been asking you to.” Allison might, normally, have felt kind of bad about threatening the cockroach the way she was. She still periodically felt bad about a spider she’d killed when she was eight.
Normally, though, Allison would not have just been spit on by the bug she was threatening. That was enough to neatly kill any sympathy that the destruction hadn’t. The way the roach backed toward the door would have appeased her slightly, but in this instance it didn’t do any more than cancel out the irritation at the clicking... clattering... whatever noise it was cockroaches made.
Ordinarily, Allison would have reacted to the (even higher) surge of fury as the cockroach tore the door off with a hiss, or a snarl, or some other expression of wordless rage. As it was, the cockroach was charging her, so she was a bit busy with getting away as quickly as possible. There wasn’t that much space between the door and where she’d been standing, though there was a quite solid counter in the way. She half jogged half leapt back along the wall behind the counter, then when she reached the end, up onto the counter, grabbing an empty coffee mug as she went and throwing it at the glass top half of the door.
Which left her trapped between the back of the store and a very angry, giant cockroach, which apparently wanted to kill her.
Maybe moving to New York hadn’t been her best idea ever. LA was weird, sure, but that was normal rich people weird, not giant rampaging cockroach weird.
>>"So, you're going to kill me, then? End my insignificant little life for what? A low quality magazine and a boring sandwich?"
That roach was really getting annoying. It might just have benn the cultural... species... difference, but he really did not seem to grasp what went wrong with the situation. And that it was all his fault. Krisz groaned and traveled closer on a string of curses.
Maybe he would just leave... ... or tear the door off the hinges. Damn.
>>"Lets see your bug spray get past this!"
"Oh no you don't!" Krisz yelled, buzzing around the bug as it charged Alli who was in turn throwing stuff from the counter, all badass-like. Krisz, not having anything better to do, yelled into what he believed was the bug's ear.