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.
IC: The sun had been up for a few hours but Luke didn't care. This was his day to sleep in and after a late night of running over roof tops he was planning on enjoying it. He wasn't scheduled to show up at the office and he wasn't expected to be at the mansion. As far as he knew Raina was going to be busy all day and that meant he had the day all to himself. Rolling over Luke buried his head in one of the pillows, burrowing a little deeper into the sheeps as he tried to shut out the glaring light that was trying to push their way into his eye lids. He had almost done it and was finally drifting off tos leep when something finally pushed its way through his sleep clouded mind.
"Glare?"
Sitting bolt upright, eyes wide open, Luke's mouth dropped open in shock. There was no sonar like what he was used to, instead his mind was filled with bright vivid colors and objects that he had never seen before. Reflexively he lifted a hand to shade his eyes against the sun that was currently streaming through one of the windows.
"What the h..." His voice trailed off, only it wasn't his voice. While Luke might not be exactly sure what he normally looked like, he sure as heck knew what he sounded like. His voice was the deep soothing barritone that helped put people at ease when trying to overcome the effects of his sonar. This voice was far higher and more feminine. In fact, if Luke weren't so used to identifying voices he would have sworn it was a woman's voice. Slipping off of the bed, Luke's hand went reflexively to adjust the boxers around his waist and mentally he breathed a sigh of relief. Ok... he was still a man. There was no question that the plumbing was what he was used to.
Slightly unsteady on his feet, Luke walked across the floor. His depth perception wasn't perfectly normal since his mind wasn't used to interpreting true visual images but he knew that he could adapt. Heck, his brain had adapted to using sonar for crying out loud, surely he can handle normal eye sight. The rooms walls were spartan, just like his apartment, but it was nowhere near the size. This was much smaller, kind of like what he had helped Victoria find so many months before. Looking around, Luke slowly wandered until finally he found the bathroom. Stepping into the room he stared at his reflection, eyes widening in shock.
"I'm not Asian." He muttered, still shocked by the sound of his voice. Whoever he had become, whoever this was, they needed some serious help. A hair cut, some time at the gym... maybe even a little bit of facial hair to help carry off the masculine look. Luke had never truly seen either a man or woman's face but as he lifted a hand to run it over his jaw line he knew something was way off.
"Who the hell are you, and why am I here?" He asked, brown eyes locked on his reflection in the mirror, "What's happening to me?"
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jul 25, 2009 7:49:44 GMT -6
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People born with sight would never be able to understand. Even those that had lost their sight sometime later in their life couldn't understand. More than the fact that seeing was so foreign to Luke, the grand color scheme of life was rather disorienting. Colors that to most people would seem muted were some of the brightest most vivid things he had ever seen. Even the plain white of the bed sheets seemed to be a neon white.
Reaching up Luke massaged the side of his head as he tried to decide what to do next. At least the feeling of a headache was rather familiar. He had gone through enough of those with his other body that, even with the pain, it was kind of nice to be feeling something normal.
"No one at the company would believe me." He was never going to get used to the sound of this voice but talking out loud would help him put some sort of order to the thoughts that were currently racing through his mind. "I need to contact somebody. I don't even know if the X-Men would believe what's happening. I can't spring this on Raina but... Doctor Grey. He's a psychic so he reads minds. Surely he can put something together. Of course, I have to get to him first. Please, God don't let this be his day off."
Now that a course of action had been determined it was time to start moving. Walking out of the bathroom and back into the main room, Luke headed for the door that he assumed must be a closet. Since it looked different than the bathroom door and that one other door which he assume went outside, it had to be the closet. Didn't it?
The door swung open and Luke felt one of his eyebrows raise questioningly. Obviously he had never really "seen" clothing of any type before but he did know enough about men's and women's fashions to know what dresses and skirts looked like. All of the colors of the rainbow seemed to be represented in this wardrobe but they also all seemed to be women's clothing. Skirts were in abundance and it really made Luke stop in his tracks. "I checked the plumbing earlier... deffinately male." He thought to himself before asking out loud, "So what the hell is all this?"
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jul 27, 2009 6:06:14 GMT -6
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"OK... relax... just relax." Luke muttered to himself as he tried to sort out exactly what was going on with him. Lifting his hands he slowly sorted through the hangars, one at a time, looking for something that would be wearable. "Maybe their those skirts I've heard people talk about men wearing... kilts I think they were. Though, normally those go with scottish right? There is no way in hell I'm scottish. Deffinately Asian so why in the world are there all these dresses?"
Luke wasn't sure if it would have even been possible for him to be any more confused than he already was. He had of course heard of cross-dressers but since his sonar didn't really focus on facial characteristis all that much unless he was up close, he had missed out on some of the wonders that prowled the Manhattan streets. Sure, he had noticed from the body language some people that were obviously trying way to hard to act feminine, but he had purposelessy not paid much attention. Maybe he should have done more, then he might have some sort of idea what to do now. Freezing mid sorting, a horrible thought suddenly occured to Luke. Closing his head he slowly bent over, reached down to place a hand on his shin and run it up to his knee. "Crap." He murmured in something between embarassment and horror, "There is no way I'm shaving my legs."
***
Whenever a person is nervous, confused, and trying to come up with some sort of solution to a problem, pacing is obviously a therapeutic way to deal with the stress. Without even realizing it, that was where Luke now found himself. Walking back and forth in front of the open closet, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried to find some way to get out of whereing the only clothes that seemed to be available. Unfortunately, nothing was coming to him. He really had no choice. If he was going to get out of this room and out into society then he'd have to make some sort of decision.
"Maybe I can buy some clothes once I'm out there... at least then I can get out of those clothes relatively quickly." He murmured to himself as he paced. Thinking out loud was also a common thing for this man to do. He was so used to sound being an important part of his life that thinking out loud just fell into that category. "To do that I need money... I need to go to the bank. No one would believe me at the office so I need to contact the bank myself. Maybe I can pretend to be Miss Langstan? I'll ask for a relatively small amount so it doesn't raises any red flags, and then go down to pick it up. Of course, I don't even know what name to give, because they will deffinately ask for ID."
Stopping in his tracks, Luke scanned the room until his eyes fell on several purses that were sitting on the floor near the bed. Almost jogging over to them, Luke dropped onto his knees and frantically dug through their contents. Several minutes later he triumphantly pulled out an ID. "Juka Miami... pleasure to meet you Juka. Now let's get down to business."
***
It was the most embarassing moment of Luke's life but he had vowed to himself that he would keep a stiff upper lip and take it like a man. Yes, he'd take it like a man, a very feminine man, but most deffinately a man! Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he just couldn't believe it. Clad in a bright yellow sundress, floppy straw hat, and the largest sunglasses he could find in the apartment, he was as ready as he could be. There was plenty of make-up spread out in the bathroom but there was absolutely no way that he was going to try anything like that. No, this was the best they were going to get and hopefully it would be enough to keep anyone from talking too much.
Turning, Luke grabbed a small white clutch purse, slipped on some white, flat shoes and headed out the door.
"Worst day of my life." He muttered under his breath as he stepped out the apartment door, "Worst day ever!"
Posted by Luke Jacobs on Jul 29, 2009 6:39:22 GMT -6
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The call he had placed to the bank before leaving the apartment had been relatively quick. The name of Deborah Langstan got the bank hopping and no one seemed to notice that her voice was off slightly. No, instead they simply asked how much money would be required and who they should be giving it to. This was the reason that Luke had dared to leave the apartment in a feminine body dressed in feminine clothing. He didn't like what was going on but he had to do something.
The cab ride to the bank had been rather uneventful though Luke thought he'd seen that cabby glancing in his mirror more often than he really should. Was it possible that he was actually attracted to... "Oh, hell no!"
Luke dashed out of the cab the moment it stopped, tossing the money at the cabby so that he wouldn't have to touch the other man. In a short time he was inside and walking over to the bank manager's desk. "Juka Miami." He introduced himself without preamble as he handed over his new ID without the slightest hesitation, "I believe Deborah Langstan from Jacobs & Jacobs was supposed to give you a call."
"Of course Miss Miami." The bank manager said helpfully, apparently either missing or ignoring that fact that the ID showed quite plainly that Juka was male, "I have two forms for you to sign and we'll send you on your way. Do you have a preference for what denominations you would like the $5,000 to be in?"
"I'll take 40 hundred dollar bills, 25 twenty dollar bills, and 50 ten dollar bills." He replied after a moments thought, "And if you wouldn't mind hurrying, I'm really in a bit of a rush."
Apparently the words spoken by a friend of Jacobs & Jacobs carried some weight at this bank because in a relatively short time Luke had his money safely stowed in the purse and he was walking back out the door of the bank. He had to admit that he felt at least a little bit triumphant. Now that he had money he could make sure that he had clothing that fit his inner self far better than what he was currently wearing.
"How do girls do it?" He wondered absently, one hand moving back to make sure that the sundress was staying down in the back, "Always worrying about flashing your underwear or something... this is horrible!"
***
Luke knew that he was getting all sorts of looks from the other patrons in the store but he really didn't care. He needed to have clothes, men's clothes, that actually fit this new body. Once he was decently covered it would be time to start thinking about getting switched back but for now survival and pride were definitely the most important item. After using the dressing room to change into his new outfit, Luke walked out of the Abercrombie & Fitch store with his new wardrobe. He had bought several pairs of jeans one of which he was wearing. He had picked up a few more pairs of boxers, several shirts including the gray shirt he was wearing out, as well as a pair of leather treads that would work until he had time to buy some better shoes. The sundress, hat, and purse were all safely hidden away in the bags he carried and his money was divided between his pants pockets as well as the purse.
"Now... to the aquarium." Luke muttered to himself as he walked out to flag down a taxi. He had no way of knowing exactly how to get to the aquarium but surely a cabby would know and at least on this ride the cabby wouldn't be looking at him like an hors d'œuvre.
