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.
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 26, 2010 13:18:57 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Sept 24, 2018 19:41:05 GMT -6
Calley
It could have been the best Christmas ever.
He’d been... “sneaking in” was a harsh word: Calley had simply been unconventionally entering the Mansion via treeline approach when he’d first seen her. She was standing with her back to the windows; facing the Christmas tree, and talking to one of the younger, bouncier students. He didn’t remember the Christmas tree being there. But of course, that’s something she’d see to putting up. There were presents and everything: his cat nose twitched, catching a subtle scent of warm cookies even from outside. His claws dug into a branch halfway between the ground and his own bedroom window. Her back was turned, but it was unmistakable. Her black hair was long and loose, hanging past her shoulders. Her skin was the color of a welcoming night. Her hand flicked as she talked to the kid. It was a sharp, clear gesture. No frills, no nonsense. Even the way she stood said it all: there stood a pillar of the Mansion, and unto its base was inscribed ‘Thou Shalt Not Give Me Crap, for I Shall Return It to Sender.’ Part of him cringed just the tiniest guilty bit away; they, errhm, had a lot to talk about. He’d done some things that, in retrospect, she might not approve of. But the rest of him leaned bodily over the branch, towards the window, even his tail tip perfectly still as he waited for that first moment when she turned towards—
Who. The ****. Was that.
The black kitten reeled back, nearly falling off the cold branch. From the back, they could have been twins. Face on? There was no mistaking her. This was not Neena. She was standing where Neena should be standing, doing what Neena should be doing, but she was not Neena.
Frankly, dear, he didn’t give a crap who she was. Calley and Mama were off to a bad start already, but only one of them knew it.
The black kitten clawed its way back to the ground, the idea of a Christmas at the Mansion suddenly like a long dead rat in his catty little throat. Maybe he’d just spend the next few days on the street, instead. There were always tourists willing to feed a homeless kitten over by Rockefeller Center.
A few days and a new outlook on trees later, Calley was back. With cookies. They were about the same as the cookies he’d baked for Kealey a few months back; only this time, when the first batch had burned, he’d grinned and boxed them. Perfect.
The young Italian man dressed in his finest Mansion cast-offs: baggy cargo pants held on only by a belt and a post-Christmas miracle, and a T-shirt made for a man who could have eaten three of him. It had a duck on it. The duck was making a frowny face. Shoes, socks, and combed hair were all overrated.
He showed up at the new counselor’s door with a knock-knock-knock, a tin of chocolate chip charcoal in his hands and a truly sincere smile on his face.
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Dec 26, 2010 13:41:08 GMT -6
Adapted
DarkOrchid
Heterosexual
Married to Jorge Cervantes
1,335
50
Apr 8, 2024 10:30:08 GMT -6
Mirroroni
All the cookies, munchies, muffins, pastries, candies and cakes that had not been eaten by the Mansion students and their friends and relations ended up in Gemma's office. They were piled up on the desk, on the counter, on the shelves, on the couch, and every possible free surface that could hold a pile of cookies at all. They should have been in the kitchen. They really should have. The only problem? The kitchen was full too.
"Maybe I overdid it." Gemma muttered, looking for a pace to set down a pile of files. She decided to use her office for sugar storage because nine out of ten kids who came in usually had something to sulk about, and sugar was generally a great cure for sulking. And sniffling. And frowning. And weeping.
And then, somebody knocked on her door.
"Coming!" she called, making her was to the door along the narrow footpath between piles of edibles and leftovr Christmas decoration. Once she arrived, she opened the door, and saw a duck.
Also, a kid, wearing said duck. On his shirt. Duh.
"Hi there" she smiled, looking at the box of cookies. She sniffed. Was something burning? She glanced over his shoulder down towards the kitchen. No black smoke. That was a relief.
"Come in" she opened the door wider and stepped aside. "I don't think we've met. My name is Gemma, and I'm the new guidance counselor, but you probably already know that." she added with a charming smile, and held her hand out to him "I have to warn you, your abilities won't work while you are near me, let me know if it makes you uncomfortable."
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 26, 2010 13:58:25 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Sept 24, 2018 19:41:05 GMT -6
Calley
Calley took the offered hand, and shook it like a man who doesn’t have any issues. Certainly none that would make him squeeze just a hair too hard.
“What a pleasure to meet you, New Guidance Counselor. I’m Caleb Swartz, but you probably already know that. I brought a little present for you.”
The multi-shifter cheerfully held out his little package of sincere holiday sentiment, mirroring her charming smile and amping up the bright shiny luminosity of it all. The smell of burning moved into the room with him.
“An Adapted, huh? How very equal-opportunity of Sam.” He helped himself to a chair without the formality of waiting for an invitation; they were all friends here, right? He sat in it backwards, arms crossed over the top, to make himself extra homey and comfortable. That’s what counselors wanted, right?
“Really, why would it make me uncomfortable that your very existence nullifies my survival chances? I don’t mind that at all.” At all. “Why don’t you try a cookie?” Please do.
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Dec 26, 2010 14:08:04 GMT -6
Adapted
DarkOrchid
Heterosexual
Married to Jorge Cervantes
1,335
50
Apr 8, 2024 10:30:08 GMT -6
Mirroroni
>>“What a pleasure to meet you, New Guidance Counselor. I’m Caleb Swartz, but you probably already know that. I brought a little present for you.”
Gemma closed the door and moved into the room with him. He definitely did not look sad or upset, like some of the kids who visited her. But he did not look sincerely cheerful either.
"Nice to meet you, Caleb Swartz" she nodded, browsing through her mental files of the names and most important data of the Mansion kids. Her Manysion kids. In the meantime, she took the present. "Thank you, that's very kind of you."
>>“An Adapted, huh? How very equal-opportunity of Sam. Really, why would it make me uncomfortable that your very existence nullifies my survival chances? I don’t mind that at all. Why don’t you try a cookie?”
"Oh, I am sorry." she arched an eyebrow at him, stepping back. "I did not realize you needed your pwoers to survive the attack of a roomful of Christmas sweets. I mistook you for a tiger shifter."
With a smirk, she opened the box. And blinked. Oh. So that's where the burnt smell was coming from. Gemma knew how to cook. Conclusion: nobody burns cookies that bad by mere accident.
"Ah, this is very sweet of you" she concluded, biting... her lips to hold back a grin. She knew better than to bite anything else. "I was just about to go look for some of these. I have been craving cookies for weeks now. They are so hard to come by these days."
All right, so that was not very nice of her. But every once in a while, no matter how nice she was to them, some kids just proved to be... brats. Like Faye on a bad day. Or the mirrorwalker kid. Or the cheeky little tiger shifter.
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 26, 2010 14:16:52 GMT -6
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Calley
‘Hard’ was an apt word for the cookies in her hands.
“Not hungry?” He asked, a charming eyebrow charmingly lifted.
“Since cookies are so hard to come by these days,” he continued, “who knows what’s really in those boxes. It’s a dangerous world for us tiger shifters, you know.” Tiger shifter. Heh. Somehow, he’d known that Sam wasn’t the sort to update paperwork.
“So. New Guidance Counselor. How are you enjoying your new office? Got the last girl’s things all cleared away? Need any help? I’m seeing a lot of junk you could still throw out.” Like everything. They could start with everything, and just see where that took them.
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Dec 26, 2010 14:23:38 GMT -6
Adapted
DarkOrchid
Heterosexual
Married to Jorge Cervantes
1,335
50
Apr 8, 2024 10:30:08 GMT -6
Mirroroni
>>“Not hungry? Since cookies are so hard to come by these days, who knows what’s really in those boxes. It’s a dangerous world for us tiger shifters, you know.”
"I can imagine." she smirked at him "Don't worry, it's my job to protect you, and all the other children in the Mansion."
>>“So. New Guidance Counselor. How are you enjoying your new office? Got the last girl’s things all cleared away? Need any help? I’m seeing a lot of junk you could still throw out.”
"I can manage, thank you" she smiled "But if you really want to help me, I am sure there is a lot of cleaning work to do around here. Some help is always welcome." Walking over to her desk, she put the box of cookies down on top of another box of cookies on top of another box of cookies... and she reached around them for a tea pot and two mugs.
"Tea?" she asked, glancing at him "I usually have some around, especially in winter. Everyone seems to have a cold." She walked back to the couch and sat.
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 26, 2010 15:18:02 GMT -6
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Calley
“Your field-thingie is what—five feet? And in that range, the big bad mutants can’t use their powers on me as long as I stand next to you. That’s great. I feel so much safer. Thank you,” the tiger shifter oozed, his sincerity now dripping onto her carpeting.
“So, I assume you know all about the history of this place. Just for curiosity’s sake, then, how would you protect us if the government decided to raid the building? That was all kinds of fun. Oh—how about if another Faction sent a spy as a student, to do all kinds of devilish misdeeds? You’d protect us from that too, right? Spies are such bad people. Do you mind if I—?” Calley grabbed the box of cookies under his box of cookies and helped himself, not really waiting on her answer. “Mmm, these are good. No thanks on the tea—why don’t you just serve yourself twice?”
“So you’re technically a human, right? How’s that feel, being the newest kind of freak? Do you want to talk about it?” He took out another cookie and nibbled sweetly, his baby blue eyes so very sympathetic.
The question about why he was here was either ignored or answered, depending on how you looked at it. The pleasure was all his.
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Dec 26, 2010 15:41:20 GMT -6
Adapted
DarkOrchid
Heterosexual
Married to Jorge Cervantes
1,335
50
Apr 8, 2024 10:30:08 GMT -6
Mirroroni
>>“Your field-thingie is what—five feet? And in that range, the big bad mutants can’t use their powers on me as long as I stand next to you. That’s great. I feel so much safer. Thank you,”
"You're welcome" Gemma nodded, sipping her tea. That was all he would get from her. She had two children of her own, and they were by far not the only ones who tried to provoke her into a fight. Teenagers tended to do that, from time to time.
>>“So, I assume you know all about the history of this place. Just for curiosity’s sake, then, how would you protect us if the government decided to raid the building? That was all kinds of fun. Oh—how about if another Faction sent a spy as a student, to do all kinds of devilish misdeeds? You’d protect us from that too, right? Spies are such bad people.”
Gemma nodded.
"Those are valid questions" she agreed in the manner of a nice, friendly conversation "You would be surprised, but those kinds of problems are not the only ones a guidance counselor has to deal with." she told him, as of she was telling a secret.
>>“So you’re technically a human, right? How’s that feel, being the newest kind of freak? Do you want to talk about it?”
The kid had a habit of interrupting her. That was not new either. Kids. They like to think they are so very original.
"Sure, if you are interested" she nodded, very seriously "What would you like to know?... as for feeling like a freak... well. I am not saying it's easy, but you probably know that. I had some time to get used to it though."
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 26, 2010 15:56:00 GMT -6
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Calley
She was not rising to the bait. This told Calley that she had at least a base line level of competence. This did not make him like her.
In fact, she seemed to be setting out bait of her own. Calley did bite.
>> "Sure, if you are interested. What would you like to know?”
“Have you ever killed anyone?” ...That didn’t sound like what he’d meant. He did not back peddle. It was not hastily done.
“I mean, with your power.” ...Also wrong. He was not flushing.
“I got hit by a car once, because of one of your kind. I was in ‘flying tiger’ form.” Insert air quotes here. “Kind of dropped out of the sky and onto his windshield at about fifty miles an hour. Some of us need our powers to survive. Ever walked into a room and had it kill someone? Ever thought it might be a bad idea for you to come here?”
He nommed another cookie, his posture all kinds of cool.
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Dec 26, 2010 16:02:55 GMT -6
Adapted
DarkOrchid
Heterosexual
Married to Jorge Cervantes
1,335
50
Apr 8, 2024 10:30:08 GMT -6
Mirroroni
>>“Have you ever killed anyone? I mean, with your power.”
Gemma tilted her head. That was also a valid question. One that was not answered easily. "I..."
>>“I got hit by a car once, because of one of your kind. I was in ‘flying tiger’ form. Kind of dropped out of the sky and onto his windshield at about fifty miles an hour. Some of us need our powers to survive. Ever walked into a room and had it kill someone? Ever thought it might be a bad idea for you to come here?”
Now, that one was much easier to answer.
"No." she shook her head. She was very sure about that. "I have... never killed anyone. I... shot quite a few people, and punched a couple of them. But I can say I am lucky enough, my powers have never killed anyone." she paused for a moment "A girl jumped in front of my car once... she had this... pink aura that should have protected her, if it wasn't for me. She got hurt pretty bad... I brought her to DocProf, she's fine." she smiled a bit. As fine as that girl will ever be.
"I know it sounds weird that I ended up here." she agreed "Sam was not sure about it either. But I spent most of the last few years helping mutant kids... during and after the registration. And not just mutants. Simple kids too." she smirked "Most of the problems are not all that different. You'd be surprised."
She looked at the kid. The duck was still frowning.
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 26, 2010 16:15:30 GMT -6
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Calley
Calley actually stopped eating for a moment. Cookie in one hand, box in the other. Blink. “You hit Aura. You healed Aura.” He started eating again, with distinct good cheer. “You are so dead.” She was probably an accomplice to some crime now, as well, but so was anyone who walked into a room with Aura and didn’t run away screaming. It was the girl’s secondary mutation.
>> "So. Flying tiger, huh?"
His smirk was a natural reaction. “Flying tiger,” he repeated. “I’d show you, but as it turns out, you’re you.” A shrug completed this statement.
The mussy-haired boy polished off another cookie before it hit him: they were having a conversation. A conversation that could possibly be construed as good-natured. This was not how things were supposed to go.
He whapped the lid back on the box, whomped it on top of the pile, and crossed his arms over the back of the chair again.
“So listen. We don’t need you here, okay? We don’t need you here.” The subtle approach hadn’t worked. Maybe the hammer of repetition would.
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Dec 26, 2010 16:21:30 GMT -6
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DarkOrchid
Heterosexual
Married to Jorge Cervantes
1,335
50
Apr 8, 2024 10:30:08 GMT -6
Mirroroni
>> “You hit Aura. You healed Aura. You are so dead.”
"That's what I thought" Gemma agreed, before she sipped her tea again "Yet, here I am. I have to admit, she is one of the weirdest kids I've ever met."
>> “Flying tiger. I’d show you, but as it turns out, you’re you.”
"Maybe I'll watch you from the window, then" she grinned. She was really, childishly curious to see a flying tiger. That was one of the perks of working with mutants.
>>“So listen. We don’t need you here, okay? We don’t need you here.”
"Don't you now?" Gemma arched one perfect eyebrow as she looked at the kid over her mug of tea. "I am intrigued. Why not?"
She was not mocking him. He was not saying anything she'd never heard before, and because of that, he was not saying anything that would upset her either. But he did have a reason to say that, and she was curious to find out what that reason was.
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 26, 2010 16:37:00 GMT -6
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Calley
Still not rising to the bait, despite the bait being rammed down her throat. The multishifter was still smiling his same old habitual smile, but his duck was frowning the frown of truth.
“Maybe because you’re not a mutant?” He offered off-handedly. “Or how about this: we’ve got along without you for years. We haven’t even had any counselor for months—the last one ditched us to splash around in her aquarium playpen.” True fact, there, and his tone made it cleared he’d appreciated her predecessor every bit as much as he welcomed her.
“Want to know a huge secret?” Calley asked. “Talking doesn’t change anything. So how about you take your little human sideshow back... wherever you crawled in from. I don't want you getting to know us, I don't want you setting up Christmas trees when the other Leader-types forget, and I don't want you caring what happens to a bunch of little wayward muties. I just... don't want to see your face around here. Okay?” It wasn’t the face he wanted to see.
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Dec 26, 2010 16:52:46 GMT -6
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DarkOrchid
Heterosexual
Married to Jorge Cervantes
1,335
50
Apr 8, 2024 10:30:08 GMT -6
Mirroroni
>>“Maybe because you’re not a mutant? Or how about this: we’ve got along without you for years. We haven’t even had any counselor for months—the last one ditched us to splash around in her aquarium playpen.”
Gemma nodded. She had a bunch of great comebacks at hand to all that - mainly about the many things people got along just fine without, but they decided not to - but the best thing to do for now was to sit and listen. And nod. Gemma had a PhD in nodding and listening.
>>“Want to know a huge secret? Talking doesn’t change anything. So how about you take your little human sideshow back... wherever you crawled in from. I don't want you getting to know us, I don't want you setting up Christmas trees when the other Leader-types forget, and I don't want you caring what happens to a bunch of little wayward muties. I just... don't want to see your face around here. Okay?”
"Duly noted." she nodded when the mini-rant was over and done. She was the guidance counselor. She had to take every opinion into consideration. That included kids who did not like her, too. Mostly it included kids who did not like her. It was an occupation hazard.
"There is a problem here, though."
She looked at the boy over the tea cup.
"You seem to be under the impression that I am here to somehow save everyone at one go and solve all the problems around the school, and sing lullabies to the Lost Boys." she continued with a smirk "I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am not. I am here because this place needs someone who is not trying to constantly save the world, you see?" She explained patiently, nodding at the chaos that filled the office.
"Because, as mundane as it sounds, someone needs to look after such trivial things as the junk you all used to eat here, and that you all have clean and decent clothes, and that you all get your shots, and go to class, and brush your teeth. Because, Mr. Flying Tiger, even mutants have a life, and there is no reason why it should be more miserable that it must."
She sat back, and paused.
"And I am an adapted, not a mutant. So what? Same difference, plus quite a few advantages in having one of my kind around here."
She smiled at him.
"I know I am not the best person for the job, but until somebody better comes along, you are stuck with me. That's a fact."
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 26, 2010 17:08:20 GMT -6
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Calley
The Italian smile-fumed quietly in the wake of all that reason.
“Well,” he said finally, standing up. “This has been a great chat, New Guidance Counselor. I’m so glad I stopped by. So let’s just be clear here: stay out of my dietary habits, stay out of my vaccinations, and stay out of my dental hygiene.” He said nothing about his wardrobe: given his current attire, and the lost-and-found he’d so obviously dug it out from, that had been a low blow. “Me and my misery are doing skippingly. So just... stay away from me.”
He politely tucked the chair back into her desk, then shoved half a stack of sweets under his arm. “Also: I’m stealing these.” His overly friendly glare made it very clear that she’d best not offer to let him take them. He was going to steal them.
“Enjoy the cookies, New Guidance Counselor.”
On the back of his shirt was another cartoon iron-on: Petty Palatapus.