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.
To Mercury, Venus, Abyss, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, and Pluto:
It's been far too long, gentlemen. I cordially invite you all to the bar on the corner of Dahil and 14th, tonight, for a friendly drinking contest. He who hits bottom first picks up the tab.
See you on the floor, gentlemen.
~ Calley Swartz
The shifter's back was too the door. He'd gotten them a table in the corner—a table with room to squeeze in extra chairs, depending on who showed up. He'd slid the invitations under all their doors at the Sanctuary earlier in the day; now it was just a waiting game. Abyss would definitely come—of course Abyss would. He was... Abyss. As to which of the other clones showed... that was up in the air. Calley wasn't that close to all of them.
Nothing a little drinking contest couldn't fix.
Calley hadn't been around the Sanctuary much in past months; or at least, not to socialize. It was doing good things for his grades at the Mansion—he was actually a Junior now, with the right number of credits for a Junior, and it was starting to look like he might even be a Senior next year without any summer-time interventions. That would be... something. Classes seemed to take less time, actually, when you didn't have to do them twice.
In any case, he hadn't gotten to bat at any big red monkey tails in far too long. And monkey tails hadn't gotten to bat back. It was a shame, all around.
The shifter might not be quite like the Big Reds remembered. For one thing, he was about an inch taller—more from actually sitting up straight than from growing. For another thing, he had a black Celtic tattoo around his neck—an ouroboros dragon. And for a third... He didn't twitch nervously every time someone walked past. The young Italian had already started in on his first drink as he waited for the reds to show.
The bar was called A Monkey's Uncle. A lime green squeaky hedgehog stood in the center of the table, keeping an eye on the door.
Jupiter walked in to the bar, a challenge was set, and the gauntlet was thrown down. His brothers were out; he assumed that Pluto the defector was busy, as he wasn’t at the bar. Venus was out on a date with some girl that could duplicate herself and sent his greetings along. Abyss had some sort of mission he had to go on, Mercury was protecting Isabel from a boy tonight, or so he said. Mars was down at the labs doing some research; Saturn was knee deep in M business. So that left him, and unfortunately for Calley, not only could he out drink an elephant, he had the alcohol tolerance of an old pro. So whatever the kid was up to, he hoped he brought his wallet. Regardless he still brought his, he was a good sport and reward the kids futile efforts.
He looked to the corner where the young man was sitting and waved, he then stopped off at the bar. He showed the bartender his platinum card and opened a tab, the first thing he ordered, four large bottles of tequila- Don Julio was the good stuff, too smooth, and a pair of shot glasses. That should get them started and finished, the four bottles were the start of a good night for him, but would put Calley under the table.
He headed over to the both. “Sorry to disappoint Calley, but my brothers had prior engagements, so you just got the worst of us tonight, Jupiter. “He announced for Calley’s benefit, no need to have him guess who he was. He slid a piece a paper across the table after he set down the four bottles and the pair of shot glasses. “They do send their best wishes and Mars sent you a note on hangover remedies that work.” He wore a cocky grin.
Jupiter looked about the same, not much had changed about the man, He wasn’t wearing his typical pinstripe suit, opting for a black tee shirt and jeans, His hair was still in six inch spikes. He did however seem a little bit less grumpy at the prospect of showing Calley how this drinking thing was done.
The monkey tail didn't greet him: therefore, this wasn't Abyss. He didn't flirt with anything female on the way to the bar, which ruled out most of the others; he didn't flirt with anything female or male, which put Venus totally out of the picture.
And he brought back four bottles and a cocky smile. Calley matched the expression, rising to greet the man.
"What, Jupiter, afraid I wouldn't recognize you?" Calley grinned, reaching his arm out and then hesitating. Where they on a hugging level? He... didn't think he and Jupiter were on a hugging level. The last time he'd seen the guy, the big red had punted a kitten of his and he'd cat-swarmed the guy's face. All in the name of a friendly spar, of course. So maybe... a handshake?
When that bit of awkwardness was over, he sat back down.
"Glad you could make it, Jupiter. So good of you to open a tab. It takes a smart man to admit defeat this early." With a slow grin, Calley pulled over a bottle, opened it up, and raised a toast of a challenge to his drinking partner.
"You weren't planning on drinking out of those glass thimbles tonight, were you?"
With no further ado, he upended the thing and took a hearty few swallows. Which would have looked a lot cooler if he hadn't come up coughing.
...God that burned. When was the last time he drank anything? Years ago?
Sebastian had been right about this immortality thing so far, though. If a hexamillenniarian tells a guy he can't get drunk, he can't get drunk. Probably.
“There are those that can’t pick us out of the line up, I guess splintering a clone of your own helps you appreciate qualities beyond a pretty face.” He grinned at the little guy as he thought about hugging him, probably reconsidered due to bone breakage, yeah he could turn into a pile of kittens that didn’t make nerve-endings go away. He pulled him from handshake to a manly half hug pat on the back thing. If they weren’t friends yet a few bottles of tequila would bridge that gap. “heh, thimbles. And yeah I opened a tab, I haven’t paid it yet, they don’t give you whole bottles unless you give them a card number to ensure they have their money, they will be just as happy to let you buy them at the end of the night.”
Jupiter’s eyes widened a little as the kid upended the bottle, maybe he figured out to have the liver of a whale or something…maybe he was all liver inside. Hmmm. did the kid come with a game plan?
As Calley came up coughing he laughed. “Are you sure you want to do this Cal? Observe.” Jupiter pushed the metal cap off with his thumb and upended his bottle, He kept a steady pace, and breathing threw his nostrils he drank half of the bottle. Without taking the bottle from his mouth he brought it down to his chest and then removed his lips with a refreshing “Ahhhhh.” It burned so nice.
“Now then, those thimbles, will let us enjoy the process a bit more, also, if you want something that tastes a bit better, Venus says amaretto sours and pina coladas taste nice.” Jupiter suggested as he sat. He took another swig from the bottle. “ So how the hell have you been? Haven’t seen ya around the Sanct much.”
Posted by Cheshire on Mar 18, 2012 12:22:01 GMT -6
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"Heh. We go by 'brothers' now, for the record." Air quotes necessary. "Twins is easier to explain than... the rest. He's pretty much off on his own now, anyway. Even dating Katrina." Disapproval likewise necessary: Jupiter was encouraged to share in the sentiment. And really, if he wanted to have a friendly talk with Calley's brother sometime... well, little Slate was a healer.
The bro hug felt good. There was something about being partially enveloped by a mountain of muscle that just put the whole world in perspective. Or at least made it disappear in a wall of red for a few seconds.
"I concede to your thimble usage, Sir," the shifter agreed, upon eying the intimidating water level remaining in Jupiter's bottle. His previously full bottle. Calley... had gotten his own drained to just above the label. He discretely hooked a finger into one of the shoot glasses and dragged it over. Catching up: he had some to do.
"I've, ah, actually been pretty good. As in, I guess I'm not a total idiot. There's this new counselor at the Mansion, and she's somehow wrangled it so I'm a junior now. With enough credits to be a senior next year. I'm not even failing any classes yet this semester." He upended his little shot glass, and managed not to wheeze afterwards.
"What was that you said, about drinks that taste nice?" The Italian asked mildly. Venus: now there was a clone with good taste.
The grimace that appeared after the words dating and Katrina would have pleased Calley considered his current thoughts. “Is he treating her right?” that was paramount and finding out if he could talk the boy out of treating her at all later. Though from what Venus had said, the best way to get a woman or anyone for that matter to do something, was to tell them they couldn’t.
Jupiter let the kid catch up, he thought it would probably do the trick based on his size and if nothing else it gave them time to chat, nodding to his current status at school. “ I’m glad to hear it, Good Job Calley.” It seemed the right thing to say, though he didn’t really give a damn about government papers that said this or that about him, He was certainly happy the young man’s life was treating him how he wanted to be treated. The kid deserved it. For mars though ,if he wanted to know something he’d learn it, and he’d know what he needed to. But Calley seemed to be pleased with the progress and as someone who might actually be able to blend in to society well more power to him. “That leaves you with the rest of this year and one more to go, correct? Or are you considering college. If so and you need help paying for it let me know.”
“Ah,” He waved to the waitress and waited for her to come over. “ My friend would like to try something a bit more flavorful, Perhaps an amaretto sour or pina colda, or whatever you think is nice.” He then took a swig out of his bottle with a satisfied “Ah.” to punctuate it. “For the most part I’ve been harassing the Russian mob to the north of the Bronx, they are trying to move on us and aren’t taking the hint, I am almost to the point of stem rolling that whole neighborhood.” He was open to suggestions on how to handle them, killing group and group in guerrilla raids wasn’t doing him much good, it was thinning there numbers temporarily, how they were convincing people to enlist was beyond him.
"He seems to be, but you know Slate: he doesn't really get things sometimes. Especially people." That grimace of Jupiter's: that was a good grimace. That grimace exactly matched Calley's feelings on the matter. "If he ever makes her cry, I'd have to maul him a little." Which would be... self-cannibalism? Was there even a word for that?
Nicer drinks were ordered and received. The waitress had opted for the sour. He took a sip; he swirled; he swallowed: he blinked, and went back for more. Venus: what a guy.
"I'm guessing something will come up before I can try for college," he said. "Something pretty much always comes up. But hey, even if I don't get a degree, I can always lead a life of crime, right?" He flashed a grin. That had sounded less depressing in his head, to be honest; he gave a little shrug, and took a generous sip of the sour. It seemed to be disappearing: good. At this rate, he only had another one or two before he caught up to the Red. "I'm pretty much going to just focus on the high school thing for now, and worry about the rest next year."
Besides, if he put things off long enough, Katrina would probably fill out his college applications for him. She was already picking up fliers from the counselor, and slipping them into his school books. It was all very subtle. He had to give her points for stealth, though.
"Wow. The Russians? Really?" The mostly-human-with-a-few-token-mutants Russians? Those Russians? They had guns; that, he admitted. But really, send in Aura first, and they'd see how good guns were. "Why are they even moving in? If it's for something we don't really work in, maybe we can broker a deal. Like foxes and wolves sharing a territory, you know? As long as everyone's after different prey, it's all good." And as long as the foxes knew their place, and made themselves as inconspicuous as possible.
"Maybe we could even charge them a land rental fee," he mused, with a little grin. He tipped the cup, but the cup was rather empty. Huh.
"Can I get another one of these?" He called out, wiggling his glass in the air. "Or maybe two." Then he could catch up, and they could really get this contest rolling.
Fun fact: autocannibalism or autosarcophagy <<<< names for self cannibalism. - - - - - -
Jupiter Nodded. “ fair enough, I’ll leave it to your judgment, unless I see her Cry, I don’t think I would even be able stop myself from going after someone that hurt her. His mind went for a moment to a certain sociopath that had terrorized Katrina, but he had been unable to find, to destroy. Calley kept speaking it was a good thing.
Jupiter agreed to the life of crime comment, he didn’t take the irony. “ Yeah, you’ve got a lot of options in front of you, It’s true that things come up, but the offer stands if you want it., and decide you need the help later.”
“ Yeah, they are crazy stupid. I’ve been smashing their operations when I get bored, they are trying to move in on the M business, but they don’t have a supply. I don’t know if they are trying to replicate the drug or what, but I think they’ve crossed the line that I’m not going to do them any favors, if they come begging maybe, otherwise one of these days, I am going to hunt foxes until there aren’t anymore.”
He smirked, “ Now charging the mob for protection would be priceless. I like that, I think I am going to lay that down in front of them soon, though to be honest I think I might get bored without them around, the order is mostly going strait lately.”
Huh, the kid was holding his own more than he thought he would, he sized him up, he had more meet on his bones, but that wasn’t saying much he was still like a scarecrow.
Jupiter took a swig of his bottle, opting to stop pouring thimbles as Calley had called them. "That's the spirit."
Posted by Cheshire on Apr 13, 2012 19:35:34 GMT -6
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((ooc: *wonders what the word for "nomming autosarcophagy" is <3*))
"Thanks, Jupiter," Calley said, to the offer for college aid. "I mean it." It wasn't the muscles that made the reds so great; it was how they always had your back. Also, the monkey tails. One could not forget about the monkey tails.
Calley's new drinks arrived; he lifted up the first with a sort of buzzy, tingly vigor. He felt cold: not cold like air temperature and goosebumps, but cold like white healing fire in the general vicinity of his liver. His head had been feeling a little fuzzy after that last drink; the wait for his next had been more than enough time to wash that away. So far, so good.
The next drink followed the last, with a series of long swallows to make Jup proud. Sours didn't burn nearly as bad. They were more... tangy, and warm, right down in his stomach.
"If they want to distribute our drugs for us, why not let them? Sounds like a nice set up for a fall guy," Calley commented. Personally, he wasn't a huge fan of the M operation. Mutant Insurance he understood: it secured their territory, and didn't make much of a wave once it was in place, especially since the NYPD had sort of given up on the Sanctuary's immediate neighborhood. But drugs? Drugs were high profile. Drugs were the sort of thing that could unite the locals and the feds against them, if the M users kept making the news like they'd been doing lately. A fall man: at this rate, they'd need one.
“Anytime Calley, and anything for that matter.” He gave him a momentary serious look to confirm that he knew he meant it. He nodded to the young man as he tipped back a couple of drinks, He raised his eyebrow and tipped back his bottle again, “How much time did you set aside tonight? It takes me a long time to get drunk.” He was wondering a bit if there was more to it than a simple drink and drunk, the kid challenged them all. And he was smart enough to know he didn’t stand a chance unless he had a trick up his sleeve. Jupiter smiled inwardly, he would just have to teach the kid a lesson.
“hmmm, its one of the few times I get to have fun, the cops don’t seem to mind me smacking down the mobs set up and Charge isn’t griping about keeping a low profile where its concerned. More than anything it rubs me the wrong way, taps into that part of me that wants to destroy everything I see.” He shrugged casually as if everyone had that urge. “ I suppose it is still getting the point across that humans are just as or more reckless with power when they have it. but still I just can’t sit and watch these chumps think they are on equal footing.”
Posted by Cheshire on May 27, 2012 20:20:41 GMT -6
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How much time had he set aside for this pleasant evening of gentlemanly sport? The young Italian grinned a cheeky grin, clicking another empty glass down in front of him.
"I've got a better question: when's closing time?" Calley reached for a new drink. The last one that their obliging server had brought. Huh. This was going to be a little... inefficient. The shifter raised his hand, and gave it a wave. "Hey, can I get a pitcher of... this stuff?" The waving actually put him a little off balance, which felt kind of... tingly, behind his eyes. Goosebumps stood out briefly on his arms as a little flare of cold fire steadied him out again.
Pacing these things. Pacing these things was maybe something to consider. Maybe something to consider before he'd ordered a pitcher.
Meh. Not like it was going to kill him.
"Somehow I don't think that people join the mob because they're looking to fund orphanages. They probably sucked before they had power; give them a gun and a few cronies, and they just suck more dramatically."
Should he be worried that Jupiter had smashy-smash urges? Naw. Jupiter didn't suck, so it was okay.
“Last calls at two in the morning.” A grin lit Jupiter’s face and what could only be considered pride was in his eyes, Calley had come a long way since slinking about vents and what not. Sure, he might do that stuff still but, he also challenged men six times his size to drinking contests.
“My point exactly. “ He put up a finger to allow him to take another large swig of the good stuff. “ Sucky chumps have the audacity to think they can move in on us.” He shook his head a bit more dramatically than he might have earlier. “Un ex cept a ble.” He said the word syllable by syllable for emphasis and maybe because no matter your size alcohol worked its magic when you were trying to breathe the stuff.
He shrugged, ‘I suppose they do give me something to do. And while making them a fall guy sounds good it might be hard to leave any of them standing.” He turned his bottle to the sky and drained the fiery liquid down his throat. Setting the bottle down with a thunk. I’ll let you finish that pitcher before I keep going. You want anything to eat?” he waved to the waitress to signify he wanted to order something else.
"Un-exe-cept-a-ble," Calley repeated, syllable for syllable. Words were sort of fun, when you drew them out like that. "Un-X-cept-able. Un-ix-ept-able." And there it went: all of the meaning, right out of the word. But it still made for some interesting noises. You could probably make a bad song out of that, or a decent rap. The waitress brought his pitcher, setting it in the middle of the table. She had the good grace to not even lift an eyebrow when the thin Italian slid it to his side, leaving the minor red land formation temporarily dry.
"You probably have a point there. Probably wouldn't want 'em turning on us in court, either. If TV has taught me anything, it's that the mafia is a bunch of squealers on the stand," the shifter said, as he transferred liquid from the pitcher to his cup. A tight 'v' of utmost concentration creased his forehead; he steadied the cup with one hand against the table, and the pitcher with the other. Or maybe he should use both hands on the pitcher. But then the cup kept trying to slide—
"Ooo, eat? Heck yes! Com'on, Jup, when have you ever heard me turn down food? Do they have those... those little, fried, pickle things? 'Cause those are good." And while he was testing his liver's immortality, he might as well put cholesterol build up to the test, as well.
"So what have the other guys been up to? I mean, what could be more important than a good ol' fashioned drinking contest?" He lifted his gaze from his complex task of pouring coordination, and grinned. "Not that I'm complaining. Gives me someone sober to call, when it comes time to drag your monkey tail home."
Gah! The pouring. Never take your eyes off the pouring, or soury goodness will come cascading down on your hand. Calley gave the back of his hand a cleanly cat lick, and then delicately sipped from the edge of his glass. It would be a few gulps before he could pick that up without watering the table...
“ Turn down, food, I can’t say that I have, swipe it while I wasn’t looking…while I suppose I haven’t seen that either.” He grinned at the very specific hunger the boy had, fried pickles.”Probably, most bars fry just about anything these days” he said with a slight unapproving tone. The waitress came back for the who know how many-ith time. “two orders of fried pickles and two orders of nachos. Extra jalapenos. Thanks.” He slide her an apology tip upfront , he assumed they were getting on her nerves by then.
“Who knows/ but those chumps don’t have their priority strait” yes they were all only allowed one priority to Jupiter’s slowly fogging brain. “ You could always turn into a rhino or something, We could make the news even for New York, you don’t see that every day.”
“huh, you know, I’m Sure Venus is out chasing tail. Mars is probably working at the labs on some graph or chart that he has already perfected twice over. Mercury has been watching some Anime marathon. Saturn has been handling M like it’s a passion. Probably keeping his dealers in check. Abyss, was taking care of some issues that a mom staying at the sanctuary was having with the human dad that wasn’t wanting to let the mom see the kid since she turned blue. I was going to go, but the lady insisted he needed to be living afterward.’ Jupiter said with a shrug.” And Pluto is probably out with the x-men, sweeping the streets. Or picking up litter in the park.” The last he said half joking he Knew Calley had a soft spot for the X’s.
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"Swipe food? Me?" The shifter grinned a grin of positive innocence. The beer glass in his hands didn't quite help the image, but he liked to think the grin was radiant enough to cover for it.
"Awww, cute, Pluto joined the X-Men? Like, all official, with his X-Trainee scout badge and everything? That's... that's the cutest thing. It's like... like..." Calley didn't know what it was like, but he settled for pinching the air like an annoying auntie pinching a baby's cheeks. That definitely explained why he'd been smelling a certain monkey tail on X-turf lately. He wasn't going to say anything about it, but if the guy was supposed to be there, than he'd have to track him down properly and say hi.
"A rhino. We should... discuss a rhino further. Right after this commercial break." Aka: Calley got to his feet (with some assistance from the chair back), and made his uncertain way to the bathroom. The waitress intervened just in time to direct him to the correct side of the hallway. Liberal thanks were bestowed upon her head.
When he came back out, he felt much better. Refreshed. Steadier. Ready for another round or four.
"So you. Me. Rhino rodeo. They'll see us on the news and go oh, we could have been in a rhino rodeo too, but no, we're too lame to get plastered."
He definitely felt like he was thinking more clearly, too. Yep.
