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.
The shop was completely destroyed. The furniture was smashed, slashed, and strewn about everywhere. The purple cloth that hung in the doorway was in ribbons, revealing that the kitchen behind it was in just as bad a shape as the shop. At least, it appeared that way in the low light that filtered through the ruined curtains from the streetlights outside.
It was too similar to the condition of the apartment. Sebastian stumbled over a piece of furniture debris as he stepped into the room.
No.
Another two steps and he tripped again. This time he couldn't catch his balance and ended up sprawled in the debris.
No, no, no.
This couldn't be happening. Not again. He pushed himself back up to knees. He had to search the rest of the building, just in case. He had to help Jude. He had to answer the summons his son had sent him. He couldn't give up trying to find him, no matter how dire the situation looked at the moment.
He rose to his feet and took another step, but then stopped. There was a figure silhouetted in the door way, blocking his route. He hadn't seen her before in the darkness.
“Please, tell me,” he pleaded with the shadow, “Do you know where Jude Csendes is?”
Ms. Lori had given her a choice of mercies. Kill or wipe. Noel didn't have anything against the unicorn personally, but he was apparently a Sanctuary ex-employee who was starting to go off the deep end. Tearing things up, murdering his wife and driving his child out of the house, selling and possibly even using drugs. The Sanctuary Supervisor had a compelling list of grievances.
That didn't mean that he deserved to die. Not when there was someone like Noel who could possibly remove the thorn in his mind that made him so hurtful to himself and others.
"I think it's a twisted sense of justice he's hung up on."
Conjecture made the statement sour to Noel, or maybe the whole idea of a man like this walking free. Things were easier when all she had to do was catch them and let someone else sort out the details.
"If we don't get his motivations right, we might make it worse."
"Well, think about it. He left us to work for a guy who, as it turns out, was into some pretty bad stuff. If he thought for a long time that they were doing the right thing… "
That was something Noel could relate to all too well. If he thought he was doing right, if he thought he was making the world a better place but in reality wasn't… The ex-agent shuddered and was so glad that Ms. Lori had taken her under her wing. Noel was proud to be a part of such an upstanding, helpful system like the Sanctuary.
"So, he snapped. If I help him forget that what he does isn't bad… he's just going to go on to do worse things."
"He's not a bad guy, he's just been mislead. No, we've got to phrase it just right…"
---
The store was a complete wreck by the time Noel arrived. Like a bomb went off, but only inside one structure. She picked through the wreckage, at first to be sure that white piece of timber wasn't an arm or that pile of cloth wasn't a body, but there didn't seem to be any sign of life… or death. Wasn't Sebastian supposed to be here if he had done all this?
Lori had insisted on the outfit. If Noel was going to be an angel of mercy for the man, she had best look the part, right?
The brunette hated dresses, but at least it was modest.
White chiffon draped in lengths down to her ankles in something vaguely greek styled that covered her front up to her neck, but left her back and tattoos open to the night air. If it turned into a fight, Noel was going to trip on fancy cloth and die.
She heard movement out front and tensed. Had she missed him? Had he been passed out somewhere the whole time? She lingered in the doorway watching until he noticed her. His voice and questions sounded so wounded. It was time to free this man from the demons that tormented him.
"I'm sorry, your son isn't here."
In fact, nobody was here. How sad that even now he wanted to help his son whom he might have flown into a rage and killed himself. Noel would help make his name clean again and help him stand in the light.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 15, 2011 18:02:06 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
She was dressed all in white, in a style of dress he hadn't seen in use since he was a child. She had a message for him. Maybe she was an angel of death, sent to finally end his suffering.
Sebastian stepped forward, stumbling again, but staying upright. He reached for her shoulders, not realizing his hands were still stained with his own dried blood.
“Jude is dead, too, isn't he?”
Without Ghost, and the baby, and Jude, she might as well just kill him now. He had no reason left to live and no interest in finding any other ever again.
She was so nervous without any weapons. He was clearly unstable, physically and mentally. He grabbed her shoulders and her heart wrenched for him.
It seemed that somewhere deep down, Sebastian might have known what he did.
Noel slid both hands up along Sebastian's cheeks until she was holding his face. She had to be sure that he was looking into her eyes.
"I believe that you have a good heart."
Her eyes started on their quick vibration back and forth inside their sockets.
Forget why you came here tonight. Forget the reason you are so angry. Forget your sense of justice. Forget the people who made you the way you are.
---
Noel had done it again. her vision had tunneled down to a pair of blue eyes. Between her hands she felt a soft face, around them was absolute chaos. This was Future Sight, the fortune teller's shop. Why...? And who...? She let her hands slide down off of the man's face in front of her.
She had wiped his memory and as a result, she had wiped her own.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 16, 2011 16:16:14 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Forget why you came here tonight.
Jude. A smiling face, young and old at the same time disintegrated into a bright light.
Forget the reason you are so angry.
Ghost. The baby. The apartment. All gone into the brilliance.
Forget your sense of justice.
Fairness, equality, the value of human life, honour, lawfulness, righteousness. Gone.
Forget the people who made you the way you are.
All the people he had loved for their gentleness. All the people he had hated for their cruelty. Everyone who had taught him compassion, restraint, and humility. The only man he had ever killed, in the midst of a battle, and how horrible he'd felt after wards.
Gone.
Sebastian blinked, anger and depression faded into confusion. A woman held his face between her hands. He did not remember how they had gotten here.
If he were drunk enough to black out, somewhere there was a bar that was closing shop early tonight.
He stepped forward, crunching a splinter of wood beneath his foot. The shop, he had forgotten which one they were in, was completely destroyed. Apparently, this lady liked to play rough.
Very well.
Sebastian pulled her the rest of the way towards himself and kissed her. Before letting her go, he caught her bottom lip between his teeth and bit her.
He pulled her toward him roughly and she only had time to register that he had a horn growing smoothly out of his forehead before their lips met. And it was more than just their lips that met.
She was assaulted by a flood of images. Lips on lips, lips on stomach, lips on... well, his lips had been a lot of different places. He was married. He'd been married many times. He'd loved men and women, mutants and humans, young and old. He'd kissed romantically and in a more fatherly way on many, many, many children's foreheads.
He'd easily kissed more people than Noel had lived days in her life.
He caught her lip between his teeth and it was safe to say that she was left breathless. Her hands had balled up in the cloth near his neck. It took her a moment to focus her mind and pull something significant from the tangle of images.
Noel chuckled darkly. "Your wife is gonna be pissed." The brunette wasn't sure that she cared. Women shouldn't have to be especially protected or coddled. She let him go and began to gather up the bottom of her long dress so that when it came time to leave, she could just walk out.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 16, 2011 20:36:00 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Wife? Almost out of habit, he spun the ring on his left finger around with his thumb. Sure enough he had the appropriate ring for that sort of relationship. He remembered a vague picture of a woman in white, surrounded by apple blossoms floating through the air, but he couldn't picture her face. It kind of gave him a headache to try to think about her, though; must have been the hangover kicking in.
He shrugged it off. Let her be pissed. It was the natural order of things for men to spread their seed as wide and far as possible, like with horses. On the other side of the scale, it was the natural for women to be jealous.
“Only if she finds out,” his smile faded as she pulled away and started to gather up the bottom of her overly long white dress. It was almost as if she was getting ready to leave.
He gave her a little push backwards, just barely hard enough to make her take a step back into the wall. He put one arm against the wall on either side of her head.
“Going somewhere? We were just starting to have some fun.”
He cornered her. It wasn't actually a corner, but he did have her surrounded and she didn't like that.
The one advantage of a dress was that he couldn't see where her legs were. So when she reached up for his face and let the cloth drop back to the floor... when she smiled and pulled him down for another visual history of kissing... beyond the slither of cloth, he would have no idea what was coming for his family jewels.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 16, 2011 20:57:16 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
He already knew she liked to play rough. He didn't realize she liked it quite that rough. He winced and bent double as icy healing clashed with hot throbbing pain. Maybe that's why he had blood all over his hands. Who knew what kinds of trouble they had been getting into.
“That wasn't very nice,” he growled at her as he stood up straight once again. Then he swung, back handing her across the face with his ring hand, “but we can play it your way, if you want.”
She had taken a full step to the side after he doubled over, but made the mistake of stopping when she heard him growl.
He, actually growled at her.
Her head slung to the side from the blow, her loose hair flying in her face when her head hit against the wall behind her. He had hit her with an open hand, but something cold and hard had hit her cheek against her teeth and she tasted blood. Blood that had recently been circulating around her body and showed her the images of its recent travels.
Now she was getting angry. She lunged at him and grabbed for his neck, both to squeeze the living daylights out of him and also to be able to push and hold him up and away from her body. She wanted him gone and maybe found a growl of her own.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 16, 2011 21:32:34 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
She lunged at him, he let her. They both fell over backwards and landed roughly on the backwards slanting surface of a smashed table. His neck tingled, flooding her arms with cold that would reach all the way to her bloodied teeth.
He was short on breath, but at the moment he didn't care. He wrapped a leg and a tail around her torso and kicked with the other leg, trying to roll them both sideways and get the upper hand.
His fingers found a gauzy star spangled table cloth and he shove this at the woman's face, trying to distract her into loosening her death grip.
They fell into something hollow sounding and, unfortunately, it didn't seem to be a far enough fall to knock the breath out of him.
Cold tingles pricked up her arm, hesitating at the tattoo on her wrist before traveling up to her mouth. Noel was playing for keeps, actually digging her nails into his throat as she tried to strangle him. He just seemed to be playing.
He grappled her with leg and tail. Quite suddenly she found herself on the bottom of the pile with her back pressed against polished wood.
Somewhere nearby, a phone rang.
Noel got tablecloth in the face and with it powdery debris that made her cough and loosen her grip on his neck in order to tear at the gauzy material.
The phone rang again.
Her back was tingling now and the brunette squirmed under the unicorn in order to turn over and reach up the length of the table toward the mess that was left of the front counter. His tail still gripped her, but the phone had to be up there somewhere. If she could just answer the phone!
The back of Noel's low cut dress was stained black. Her angel wing tattoo melted, healed actually, into black tears as her body forced the ink up and out of her skin.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 17, 2011 21:36:07 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Somewhere a phone rang. Sebastian ignored it. While it was a somewhat annoying ring, he was a bit busy at the moment to bother silencing it. He probably didn’t have much of a voice for talking right now anyway, since the brunette had done quite a bit of damage to his throat. He thought that those red drops on the front of her dress might have once belonged to him. He’d heal… was already healing.
In all of his memory, he could not recall a night quite like this one. It was kind of fun to try something new. All the injuries and all the healing of them heightened his awareness of each interaction between their two bodies. He could sense her back tingling, and the corner of her mouth, and a dozen little places that would never get a chance to bruise from all the rolling around they were doing on top of broken furniture.
He chuckled, which came out more like rasping cough from his abused windpipe, and crawled forward to match her wriggling progress toward the incessantly ringing phone. Maybe she would make it stop.
She wriggled and reached, he followed her movements. As she tilted her head, presumably looking for the phone, he bared his teeth and bit her again, this time on her bare shoulder.
She had been angry before. That anger was quickly melting into a deep dread.
What did she want more? To peel his tail off of her torso? Or to get him to stop laying on top of her and mimicking her every move? It made her feel like a marionette and all this wriggling was bunching her dress around her knees.
Just a little bit more... Noel's hand slammed against the counter blindly until it caught the old fashioned phone on the third ring. She picked up the receiver and screamed.
Under normal circumstances, she wasn't a screamer, but he bit her. He didn't just love nibble, he got flesh.
Screw whoever was on the phone, she twisted as much as she was able and swung the phone, metal base and all, at his face. Her shoulder hurt both from the breaks in her skin and from the healing that burned so cold it felt like needles.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 17, 2011 22:56:51 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
A small, tinny voice proclaimed, “This is the International Voice of Prophecy! Have you accepted…”
Sebastian couldn’t hear the rest over all the screaming. Then, the ringing was back again, but this time it was inside his own head. There were also little pinpricks of light getting in the way of his vision. He tried looking at her face, to see what trick she had pulled, but the stars kept him from focusing.
A moment later the pain hit. Or maybe it had been there all along, this freight train slamming into the side of his head.
“Lupa,” he swore at her, hand to his head. Icicles stabbed at his head from the inside, blood trickled down his face. “Too much.”
The unicorn man wrestled the heavy phone out of her hand and threw across the room, lest she get any ideas about repeating that trick.
“I give up, you win” he conceded and slid sideways until he was laying on his side next to her instead of on top. He kept one hand on her shoulder, so his bite wouldn’t leave a mark on her pretty skin, and made wincing faces as his healing power finished mending the side of his head.
