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?
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The door to Neena’s office was closed. The windows to the inside were covered over in white blinds; diffuse sunlight came through them from windows somewhere on the inside, but there was no hint of a brighter, closer artificial light. Calley turned the knob. A round knob: he’d been planning to point out how unwelcoming round knobs could be to stuck shifters, the next time she was back. She hadn’t been back in a long time.
The knob caught against its lock, and would turn no further.
Across the hall, Tricity’s office likewise stood closed. Probably busy with her kid, still. Not that he really cared—he’d only met the woman a few times, at X-meetings. Some of them, he hadn’t even been invited to. It wasn’t her that he wanted to talk to.
Just down the hall, Raina’s old office was missing its name plate. The music teacher who dabbled in counseling was gone, apparently. Good. The last time he’d killed someone, she’d wanted to talk about his school work and family issues, instead. Thanks. That had been emotionally constructive. It had just been an accident then—a car accident, to be specific—but still. The woman had issues with her priorities. Maybe she’d finally straightened them out.
Neena’s door wasn’t getting any more open, despite his hand’s best efforts.
His trip to Kealey’s room had gone better than expected. She’d accepted his semi-burnt apology cookies. She’d said she liked his mutation. Shin had come in before they could really talk, though. Not talk about that—just about... something. He didn’t know. Maybe it didn’t even matter. He wasn’t the kind of person that needed to talk. He’d spent years pretending to be a street cat: that was about as not-talking as a shifter could get.
The sound his heel made against the door was impressive, given that he was in socks. He stood for a moment, trapped by the sound, waiting for someone to come out and yell at him. The hall remained empty. Slowly, he eased back.
...That had felt good.
He kicked the door again, not sure why he was grinning. Then he kicked Raina’s, for being the worst counselor ever. Silver Streak’s, for sucking at Mansion security. Cold Steel’s, for... for something. For looking so sympathetic, after the King Pharmaceuticals brawl last year? For letting him leave the X-Men? For never noticing that he wasn’t an X-Men? Never mind: he kicked it because he could. That was reason enough. And once more, to prove the point.
Less traditional than knocking, but just as effective.
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He was done working for today all the paper work was done and he even finished a majority of tomorrows work. The fact that he didn’t have any police work to do for the next three days made it look like he would have a promising next few days, a time in which he could focus on his students and most of his classes and even possibly look into taking a foreign language or two, he already had a basic knowledge of Spanish and French maybe he could take them to the next level. His basic understanding of the two languages was one of the few gifts that T.A.T. so graciously bestowed upon him during his employment and or servitude.
Ideally he one day would be able have several conversations in one language then be able to converse in another. It was something he figured would be useful in his and the team’s goal towards peace. If Sam was truly going to understand others why not be able to communicate with them in their own language?
For the time being however he had decided to focus on more pressing matters like Pizza! The warm box in his hands moved the contents inside as he tried to avoid the big lummox that was attempting to jump him for the food. ”Bruno! Knock it off!” the dog’s tail wagged happily hoping he would be able to get some of toppings that littered the pizza. Bruno would get some as long as he behaved.
As he rounded the corner towards his office Sam heard a loud bang followed by another and another. As he got closer he saw someone kicking his door most likely for the second time. The kick was with the heel and Sam blinked with his good eye and smiled, one of his free hands reached down to the top of Bruno’s head, which lifted and sniffed the air trying to figure out if he knew the person.
Turns out the scent was unfamiliar or someone Bruno was previously cautious with because Sam noticed his head lowered slightly and Bruno continued to sniff. A few more steps forward and Sam closed some distance, ”You know, if your trying to kick down my door you should use the ball of your foot, not the heel, you’ll get more power that way…” he smiled and kept walking forward the figure became more and more recognizable as he approached. Someone he hadn’t seen in a long time, ”How are you Calley?” Sam asked still a smile on his face and sincerity in his voice.
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“The great and venerable team leader, giving me advice on how best to vadalise his school for special little freaks.” Calley flicked a smart salute.
With the venerable X-Leader: Brutus, the King of Dog Beef. Or was it Bruno? One of those generic macho names. Leave it to “Cold Steel” here, complete with pizza box and eye patch accessories. Fully poseable for all your crime-fighting needs; pre-programmed with witty lines for any occasion. Calley leaned himself on the wall next to the man’s door, his arms crossed. Not exactly blocking his way, but not exactly out of it, either.
>> ”How are you Calley?”
“You know,” he said, by way of reply, “Your smile is about as charming as a hundred watt bulb in the morning.”
Calley knew where he could shove that sincerity, too.
Posted by Cold Steel on Dec 24, 2010 21:51:52 GMT -6
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The last meeting between the two obvious to anyone didn’t go down as Sam could have hoped the only thing Sam managed to do was convince Calley that despite the fact that he had betrayed the team and personally attacked Luke the shifter would always have a home and friends in the mansion. Something Sam wasn’t even sure the young animal shifter heard. All Sam could do was wait and see what would happen and sure enough here was Calley kicking his door. What Calley was doing here exactly he wasn’t sure but if it were for an attack or to do something else the shifter would have been well more shifted.
Smart comment and salute aside Sam let out a small laugh and mimicked the mock salute with his free hand not really letting Calley’s comments upset him or change his particularly sunny disposition, ”Good to see your humor hasn’t vanished,” Sam said trying to tone down the smile for a moment but only managed to turn a smile into a smirk.
When Calley leaned up on the wall and folded his arms it seemed Calley did indeed have a purpose for being there, ”Sarcasm noted…” Sam said as he gestured to his door and removed a key and unlocked it, ”Care to explain why you were kicking my door?”
Opening the box of pizza Sam lifted it towards Calley as he placed the keys back into his pocket, ”Care for a slice? Pepperoni.” Sam left the box open and then with his other hand opened his door letting it swing open. Bruno without a second hesitation slipped in between Sam and the wall making his way for Sam’s desk where the pizza was most likely going to end up.
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If Calley’s sense of humor had teeth, it would be mauling that salute-mimicking hand of Sam’s. And that smirk? That could go, too. Whoever had given the X-Leader his eye patch had clearly been on the right track.
>> ”Sarcasm noted… Care to explain why you were kicking my door?”
“No particular reason,” said the Italian kid with the crossed arms. He snorted at the pizza offer, but still ended up sliding inside the office somehow. Arms still crossed. He was just leaning on the frame from the inside, now. And he might have swiped a slice as Cold Steel walked by, but he made sure it looked more like casual theft than like he was accepting the man’s offer.
“So. I hear the X-Men are working with the cops now,” he said, between bites. It was indeed pepperoni. “That must get interesting, what with all the Mansion students wanted for crimes. What do you do with them? Just turn them in, huh?”
His attention was clearly on the pizza slice in his hand; this conversation, equally clear, was just a casual afterthought. Right.
Posted by Cold Steel on Dec 30, 2010 12:23:50 GMT -6
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An offered slice that was rejected was taken as Calley entered his room and leaned up against the door. Sam didn’t say anything but rather took another bite of his pizza and reached into one of his desk draws where he removed a grape and orange soda and set them on his desk one for Calley and one for him however he didn’t pick either one to drink instead he left Calley the option of taking one or the other. Frost managed to work its way up the glass bottles as he took another piece and looked to Calley, ”That what you heard?” Sam asked taking another bite of his pizza.
Removing a piece of pepperoni from his pizza and tossing it up in the air towards Bruno who caught it chewed it and laid down shortly after licking his furred lips hoping Sam would be tossing another his way. However Sam was preoccupied with Calley and his work one more than the other. His eye remained focused on something at his desk next to the box of pizza while his attention was focused on the shifter. He was asking if he turned his students in, Sam smirked and looked up from his work. ”Yes and no…”
Sam trailed off his eye fixing on Calley now, ”Do I turn them in so they serve time? Depends on the severity of the crime and the number of offenses,” he took a bite of his pizza and continued, ”Most of the students and members of the mansion who commit a crime undergo what I like to call mandatory community service, more of a three strike and your in deep trouble type deal.”
Sam’s mind started to wander on what Calley’s purpose was here, it was obvious the shifter wasn’t there for a social call he got the feeling he wasn’t Calley’s number one pick for a conversation. But then again he could be wrong but with the conversation topic he couldn’t help but wonder if Calley was asking about something he did before he ran away or if when he attacked Luke… was Calley asking for help about the KP lab incident?
”However,” Sam said as he looked at his pizza biting into the crust then looking back to Calley with a semi-full mouth, ”Sometimes I handle the situation case by case depending on the situation the crime is committed in.”
...Calley took the grape soda, and a seat. His feet took the desk, next to the pizza box, and on the corner of Cold Steel’s paperwork. He set to work rubbing the frost on the can off with his shirt. Sam wasn’t looking at him, and he wasn’t looking at Sam. Good.
Seriously, though. Who kept grape soda around?
“Three strikes, huh.” He rubbed the frost off the bottle, and twisted the cap off. “So what, we all get a voucher for three screw ups when we sign up for classes? That sounds like an invitation to make them count.” He took a sip. Seriously: grape. He hadn’t had grape soda since he was a kid.
As Sam explained his case-by-case handling through a mouthful of crust, the shifter picked up a piece of pizza between his thumb and forefinger, and dangled it for the dog. A stray pepperoni was one thing, but you weren’t supposed to give dogs whole meals of people-food, right?
Good.
“So. What do you do with all the little accidental murderers running around here?” Dangle dangle. “And the not so accidental ones. Seems like that would be a sticking point with the Law, el Capitan.”
Posted by Cold Steel on Jan 9, 2011 21:52:04 GMT -6
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Sam shook his head, ”Well, it’s different if I know for a fact that the students were looking for trouble, sometimes their guardians want to take control.” Sam shrugged slightly and didn’t fully understand some parents who wanted their kid to go through the system then again he had noticed that the tough love approach had worked on a few of his students.
Sam took the orange soda and took a sip letting the flavor tickle his tongue as it softened the crust in his mouth and he eyed Bruno looking away from Sam and towards Calley, it seemed the shifter wanted to feed his dog as well. Ignoring it for the moment Sam looked away from Bruno and back up to Calley who continued on the subject, ”… again I handle it by case by case if they show remorse and it was indeed an accident I’ll try personally to help them out…”
Sam trailed off as Bruno moved and quietly inched forward towards the pizza in the shifters hand. Even if Bruno didn’t know him anyone with food could get on Bruno’s good side and a slice of pizza with pepperoni on it was a sure fire way to get on his good side. ”Bruno…” the dog looked back towards Sam and licked his chops before turning around facing Calley again. Taking a few more steps towards the shifter and sitting in front of him to beg Bruno let out a small whine.
”Stop begging” Sam said as he shifted his eye from Bruno back to Calley, ”You really have to tease him?” taking another sip of the soda he added, ”it is a sticking point with the law and here but again, if I can help the person in question I will, now if that is turning them into the police or dealing with it another way I’ll do it.” Sam waited for a second before he asked, ”Now is there a reason your so curious about this subject?” he didn’t want to stumble and accuse Calley for whatever he did but if the shifter did need help Sam was there for him, it was his job after all.
Posted by Cheshire on Jan 17, 2011 17:27:19 GMT -6
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Calley let the pizza hang, wiggling it slightly back and forth. If the dog was so well trained that it couldn’t bridge those last few steps to take what it wanted, then that was its own fault. A cat wouldn’t have hesitated.
The shifter’s eyes were on the dog, and his feet still on the desk, when he answered.
“Because I murdered a girl last weekend,” he said, his usual smile on his lips. “Pre-meditated and everything. Planned it for a whole week. Went off without a hitch. You ever have one of those days when everything just goes your way, like the world is on your side? It was like that. She just did not stand a chance. It was pretty bloody, too.”
The dog was still doing its pathetic begging wiggle on the floor. Calley finally tossed the slice, with just a little sneer. What kind of animal waits on someone else’s whim like that? Only a dog. Cats didn’t need anything from anyone.
Posted by Cold Steel on Jan 23, 2011 15:53:27 GMT -6
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The one eyed professor blinked with his good eye and stopped chewing his food, his mouth hanging slightly ajar as he was trying to process what the animal shifter had just said with a smile on his face all the while he was tempting Sam’s dog. ”…Huh?” Sam asked slightly confused sure he didn’t hear what Calley had said correctly.
Sam waited a moment and closed his mouth slowly and set his pizza down on his plate and leaned forward to his desk placing his elbows on it and folding his hands the chewed food in his mouth was swallowed (trying hard not to choke). Sam was now fully processing what Calley had said. Ignoring Bruno as his large dog chased after the thrown slice of pizza excited to get a full slice Sam eyed Calley the smile fading from his lips and his look becoming sterner.
”Want to try that again?” Sam asked praying he didn’t actually hear what Calley had just said, normally he’d chalk it up to a sarcastic comment but the build up before hand didn’t make it seem like it was a joke. ”Pretty serious subject to joke about…” Sam’s fingers twitched slightly as he readied himself if Calley was up to something, he doubted he would attack but then again he was wrong about the shifter before, he did almost kill Luke, not to mention the whole spying thing.
Standing up from his desk and walking around it Sam leaned up against his desk and placed his hands behind his head as he continued to eye the shifter who was sitting in front of him.
Sam was leaning on the desk now. The front of the desk. Aka, Calley’s side. Well within touching range, now. The hairs on Calley’s arms stood at wary attention: the shifter slumped a few more inches in the chair. He didn’t look the ice man. He just tracked the progress of his socked toes, as they casually flicked papers off the X-Leader’s to-do stack, one defiant sheet at a time. Touching range: as distinctions went, it was pretty much a joke with most mutants. There were ice creators and petite illusionists and speedy bloodsuckers afoot in the world. Touching range just wasn't what it used to be. So this shouldn’t bother him, any more than when there’d been a desk between the two of them. Still.
“Again?” He said, with another toe flick. “If you insist: I murdered a girl. She was maybe a little older than me. She was blonde and pretty, and predisposed towards rescuing lost kittens. Want me to go into details? There was a sewer, and a knife.” Flick. “Like I said. Pretty bloody.” He was aiming the sheets at the back of Cold Steel’s oh-so-vacant chair. That’d teach the man for standing up, for coming around the barrier of the desk, for standing right there.
Across the room, the dog was gobbling down his pity pizza like a good little mindless mammal.
“So. You ever killed anyone in cold blood, Mr. Cold Steel?”
Posted by Cold Steel on Feb 6, 2011 14:18:05 GMT -6
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Calley’s position shifted slightly most likely being put on guard after Sam moved in front of him. He was in touching range but Sam didn’t really have much intention of laying a hand on him at the moment anyways. Odds are he wouldn’t hit Calley anyways Sam wasn’t really feeling that aggressive anyways even if the shifter before him was messing up his paper work with his feet.
Letting out a sigh and thinking back to the conversation they had a year or so ago before Calley left the mansion Sam recalled what he said what would happen and indeed in a way it did. The path Calley was walking was one Sam had walked most of his life only to stop abruptly one day when he came to the conclusion he was sick of what he had become.
The statement should have put Sam on edge but it didn’t Sam remained silent for a second deciding it would be best to let Calley talk, if anything Sam pitted the shifter, he took a life something that no one ever should ever willingly do something that had haunted him even now. Sam couldn’t exactly tell if Calley was regretting from what he had done but he kept his mouth shut still even when the papers shifted to his chair where he was sitting moments before.
“So. You ever killed anyone in cold blood, Mr. Cold Steel?”
Looking away from Calley and to the papers on his desk he shifted his eye back, ”Yeah…” Sam said bluntly figuring it wouldn’t be best to lie to the kid now seeing as now Sam knew what he had done. Most X’s no matter what they had done would have jumped on Calley and tried to take him in for murder… most, however Sam wasn’t most of the X-men, not anymore. Romania had changed him he was different now.
Looking down briefly at his shoes Sam felt the guilt once again and looked up to Calley and locked his eye on the blue pair before him. Sam waited for a few moments waiting to see what Calley’s next response was his arms still folded in front of him. Seeing as Calley had brought this up Sam figured he had a direction he was going with this conversation.
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Yeah.
That was it, huh? Just “yeah”, with a “dot dot dot” on the house. Yeah, the brave and noble X-Man had killed people. In cold blood: Calley had specified the “in cold blood” part, and that’s what the X-Leader had just agreed to. Killing people, in cold blood. Yeah.
Yeah, that about summed it up.
“Well,” he smirked, breaking eye contact again. “I see you feel just as much regret as I do. Delightful.”
He knocked the whole pile of paper’s off onto Cold Steel’s vacated chair. Using the ball of his foot. More power that way, right? Calley was nothing if not a good listener.
“So what now? Mandatory community service? Deep trouble? Or—” he really couldn’t stop his shoulders from shaking mirthfully “—do you think my guardians will want to take control?”
Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 10, 2011 20:07:01 GMT -6
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The papers hit the floor and Sam continued to ignore them for the most part. A brief feeling of irritation brushed over him when he thought about the work the greeters put into organizing it and the pain it was going to be for him to do it later. A mental sigh and Sam focused back on Calley who continued on with his thoughts.
Sam didn’t smile or smirk when Calley did. It was true Sam had regretted most of his life but it was who he was today and it gave him the purpose he had to day. He had a debt to pay, to more than one soul. ”No…” Sam said trailing off into another slice of pizza. Despite how he was feeling at the moment he was still hungry. A whine let him know Bruno was hungry as well. Mouth full of pizza and Sam gave Bruno a look that made the dog look the other way.
Lowering his raised eyebrow and fixing his gaze on Calley he let out a sigh and a sad smile, one that didn’t give a hint how he felt for Calley who had taken a life and if he was truly regretful of it then it was indeed a good start. ”You truly regret what you did?” Sam asked in a serious tone his face neither stern nor smiling. Kindly serious was the best way to put it. He wanted to know and if Calley was in regret it would make the transition of this conversation far easier.
This however didn’t stop Sam from already deciding what he wanted to do as punishment for Calley. He knew Calley wouldn’t have responded positively to any of the punishments he normally dished out. Community service, detention, calling family members, Danger room sessions with some X’s going over control, no none of these would work odds are Calley would just shift and take off again and go into hiding. The punishment Sam had in mind was a little bit unorthodox.
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Another slice of pizza. That was Sam’s big reply. That, and a ‘no.’ No what? No TV for a week? No kitty, bad kitty, time to put the kitty to sleep? The guy chewed and swallowed. Gave a complimentary bad dog glance over Calley’s head, and finally got down to the point.
>> ”You truly regret what you did?”
“As much as you do,” the Italian boy snarked, tucking his legs back into the chair with him. He did not tuck his knees up under his chin. They just ended up in that general vicinity. “What, does just thinking about it make you hungry for more?”
Personally, his own slice wasn’t sitting so well. Freaking Sam, ordering undercooked pepperoni. If he threw up, it was the guy’s own fault. Not the shifter’s. How Calley felt had nothing to do with anything he’d done.
