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 vampyremage on Aug 2, 2009 14:06:13 GMT -6
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Meld returned to the room she had woken up in and began searching for a phone. The suggestion that Audrey had made about attempting to contact their natural bodies seemed to be a good one. With a little bit of luck whoever was currently inhabiting her body would also have access to her cell phone and would have the common decency to answer it. If that individual had intentionally stolen her body that might not be very likely but if they had been just as much a victim of whatever was going on here as Meld herself was, then just maybe she might be able to make contact.
As Meld began looking around the room for the elusive telephone there were a few things she noticed that she hadn't spotted when she had first awoken this morning. A small drawing of a red dragon man was the first thing that caught her attention. A strange sight to be certain, but perhaps not all that strange considering at the moment she was currently inhabiting the body of some sort of cat woman. There was also evidence that she had, apparently, not been living alone in this room. The bed was large enough for two and there was evidence that someone had been sleeping on the other side of the bed, if the crumpled pillow was any indication. She shuddered a little, glad suddenly that she had woken up on a morning that he wasn't there. Or perhaps he had simply left before she had awoken, impossible to tell.
While Meld had no qualms about visible mutants, being one herself, there was something a little disconcerting about the idea of sleeping with a dragon. But then, perhaps she would have had the same reaction even had the other person been completely human in appearance. After all, she hadn't been able to feel anything for several years and now that she could finally feel...She shuddered, trying to force her mind away from such thoughts. It was better by far that she not consider such things. After all, she would hopefully soon have her own body back complete with all of the advantages and disadvantages that that entailed.
As Meld continued searching she found several other drawings of people as well. Perhaps people that her current body knew? Finally, however, she found her quarry and with a sense of profound relief and accomplishment she dialed her own number, praying silently that someone would answer on the other end.
Sara still wasn't ure what to think of her current situation. she couldn't feel a thing and while that fact was normally consistent with being in a state of a dream, there was one way she found that she felt pain. it seemed on of her eyes was extreemly sensitive to light. As a result Sara had gone through much of her day with one eye closed. However there was a problem with that too. She was already at a disadvantage because the sense of touch she was so reliant on for getting around was gone. Add that to the fact her feet were built so differently from her normal feel the sensation of reminding herself the way to walk was like walking in flippers and the fact that she was limiting her sense of sight by taking away her depth perception, and you get to see a girl wielding sharp objects on every one of her limbs, falling on her face a lot.
if fact, Sara was having one of those not so graceful moments when her pocket started ringing. She looked down, realizing too ate that her balance had shifted and this caused her metal clawed toes to drag instead of lifting off of the side walk.
for a moment Sara's arms were pin wheeling. Claws dangerously swiping at nothing but air as she looked like an idiot trying to flap her wings and fly before her arms shot instinctively in front of her face, and she hit the cement metal hands, and forearm shield first.
Falling was an interesting feeling and Sara knew that her wrists, and arms should be aching. the knees of he jeans were chewed up by the repeated falling on the side walks of New york. It was the type of look on jeans that people paid extra to get, now a days, only Sara's red knees were the evidence to everyone on the streets that it was her klutziness that was setting this trend today. not the amount of money she spent on cloths.
She shifted her legs so she was seated cross legged on the side walk, and worked the phone out, awkwardly. only managing to put the claw of her right hand through the edge of her pocket, rather than through the bottom. the phone flipped open and she answered it. "hello?"
Posted by vampyremage on Aug 4, 2009 11:18:17 GMT -6
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It was with some apprehension that Meld sat there while the phone rang. She didn't exactly know how she was supposed to react if her other self answered on the other end. She had no idea what she should ask or where she should begin. Her mind swirling with questions and confusion the few moments that it took for someone to actually pick up on the other end seemed to take many long minutes.
"hello?"
Meld growled into the phone, though it didn't come out quite like her usual growl. Hearing her voice, spoken at someone else's power made her suddenly angry. How dare this other person inhabit her body? She took a long, calming breath before speaking, realizing that her anger wasn't going to help the situation at all. After all, it was possible, that this this other person was in the exact same position that she was in, forced into a strange body because of no action of their own. In fact, given everything that she had found out thus far, that was probably more likely rather than less.
"I am going to start with the assumption that you did not choose to steal my body from me and that you are a victim of whatever is going on just like I am. If that is not the case than I promise you that I will make you suffer horribly until such a time as I force you to return what is rightfully mine. But if it is the case then I believe we have a mutual problem and I can assume you want your body back just as much as I want mine back."
She knew that threats weren't necessarily the best way to start such a conversation but she didn't know how else to act. Threats and acting upon those threats were all that she had right now.
she was getting growled at, and Sara's basic instincts told her to return the geture. at least her instincts would have.. .. .. Sara usually avoided making such animal like sounds. instead Sara settled for letting her upper lip stiffen into a curl.
Sara shifted er legs so that she was seated in cross legged position. Listening to what the other girl had to say. mean while a group of men to hr right caught her attention as they pointed at her and started whispering among them selves. Sara turned her head so she could fully glare at the group, but that's all she recitatived in return. the other group glared back. It seemed this bidy had some street recognition.
"first off, your assumption is correct. We're both victims of the same body snatching crime apparently, so don't get my tail i a bunch." Sara turned her attention away from the men. "i do miss not constantly falling on my face. your body is a real klutz." sara pushed back a little bit. She shouldn't be teasing or pushing this person back, but she didn't like being accused of anything in the first stance of conversation.
Posted by vampyremage on Aug 7, 2009 10:17:54 GMT -6
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Meld refrained, through an extensive force of will, from commenting about how clumsy her current body was. How could the cat lady even think to comment about how clumsy her body supposedly was when here she was, stuck in a furred form that didn't even see things properly. She might be walking in more or less normal fashion now, but that didn't mean she found it to be comfortable or natural feeling.
"Be careful with my body," Meld cautioned, her voice apprehensive and several shades warmer than it had been previously. It wasn't exactly friendly, but the admition that the other woman appeared to be in the same unfortunate predicament as she, and was therefore not the evil body thief she had been afraid she might be, made Meld far more willing to speak civilly. That and the fact that she had no idea at all what she was supposed to do about this problem and could definitely use the help.
"I apologize for my earlier threat," Meld said, her voice projecting honesty. "I am sure you can understand that this is a rather stressful time for me and sometimes I project my stress in the form of threats. I do hope you can forgive me." In her experience politeness never hurt, especially when you were hoping for some sort of working relationship with another.
"As for ideas, I was hoping that you might have some. It seems that we are both victims of whatever it is that's going on and I happen to know that there are others as well in similar predicaments. Someone or something must be responsible."
whether it was from habit or just part of Sara's personality, her basic instincts from her feline side were still strongly there. Despite the fact that this other person who had her body seemed to be giving a warning, the tone of her voice was different. there for Sara responded better. a smirk slipped across her not so furry face. "Just don't get my body killed and you'll be fine."
Sara knew how much her body could take. she wondered if this delightful individual had figured that out as well, or if she hadn't had the pleasure of her body healing it's self yet. By the look of the knees of the body Sara currently occupied, this girl had no experience in fast healing. just the experience in the fact that she could be injurred and not even know it.
"I apologize for my earlier threat, I am sure you can understand that this is a rather stressful time for me and sometimes I project my stress in the form of threats. I do hope you can forgive me."
Sara nodded on the other side of the line, standing to stretch so that she was off of the ground. then frowning when she never felt the familiar strain then release of her muscles that she never realized was such a welcoming of a feeling. "Only understand this, miss.. .. .. I'll let it go for now but weather you are in my body or not, i take threats personally. If you threaten me again, or people I know, I will respond accordingly. I expect that you would do the same."
the news that there were others in the same predicament, and that this person in Sara's body had already net worked and figure that out make Sara feel a little stupid, and a bit relieved. Why hadn't she gone out and started asking more questions? at the same time, if there were more people being effected, then there were more people to figure out what was going on. "i have no idea as to why this is happening, but there has to be on thing that everyone has in common that is the cause or linked to the cause of this Freaky event."
Posted by vampyremage on Aug 9, 2009 12:17:51 GMT -6
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"Just don't get my body killed and you'll be fine."
Meld wondered at that comment. It seemed to be suggesting that the body she was currently in had some sort of resistance to damage or something like that. She filed that little bit of information into the back of her mind for further experimentation. She might be less than happy to be stuck in a strange body when all she wanted was her own body returned to her, but that was no reason not to take advantage of the situation if there was anything to take advantage of. And if this body was as resistant to damage as the one in her body seemed to be suggesting then there were many opportunities indeed. "I have no intention of getting your body killed," Meld answered. "I am sure that we would both prefer to return to our own bodies, sooner rather than later we can only hope, and discover our bodies to be in the same state in which we left them. Seeing as how we are both victims here, I will hold your body with the same respect as I hold my own."
"Only understand this, miss.. .. .. I'll let it go for now but weather you are in my body or not, i take threats personally. If you threaten me again, or people I know, I will respond accordingly. I expect that you would do the same."
"Meld" she answered in the gap left for her to respond. "And I understand your sentiments perfectly. If you are being truthful with me, and I have every reason to believe that you are, then I have no desire to threaten you again. Indeed, it makes far more sense for us to work together to solve this dilemma. Whatever our differences we appear to have a mutual problem." Strangely the words of the other served only to increase Meld's respect of her. She knew nothing about this other person save that she apparently lived in the mansion and was cat-like, however the fact that she had the self confidence and self respect to both take threats personally and respond in kind, should the situation warrant it, spoke of only good things about her. It seemed she was not one of the passifist Mansionites after all and in other circumstances Meld thought that she might even have liked the other woman. "Do you have a name...?"
"i have no idea as to why this is happening, but there has to be on thing that everyone has in common that is the cause or linked to the cause of this Freaky event."
Meld nodded and then, realizing that her nod could not be seen on the other and of the phone, made a sound of affirmation. "I'll ask around here at the Mansion and see what I can come up with, if your willing to do the same at Sanctuary. Knowing the common event could bring us one step closer to reversing it."
So the other girl did have a name. Sara repeated the phrase "Meld' in her head for a moment. memorizing it in case one should come running towards her screaming it or something odd like that. Then she'd know who they were screaming at. After a moment's chat she returned the information. "My name is Sara, however some people will call me Were. It's short for WereCat." Sara wasn't exactly fond of the code name, but for some people she spoke with, the name stuck.
Sara's head bobbed in agreement on the other side of the line, though she didn't realize she'd made the movement at first. "It sounds like a plan to me." Ask around, then pull the information together. "Is there a place and time that I can meet up with you?"
Posted by reddragon on Aug 10, 2009 11:27:01 GMT -6
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(since Meld(werecat) is at sara's place at the moment, figured posting here would be rather logical at the moment, if ya don't agree, I'll remove the post- werecat told me it be ok on her end)
After a long night of patrol rounds, doing his thing for 'security' of a private firm called BIS(Burrns International Security) he dropped his duffel bag.. it hit the hard wood of the entry way with a loud thump - also with sara's hearing meld would hear metallic objects within the bag jiggling around.. "Hey Honey, I'm Home.." he called out Making a B-line to the living room, where he plopped himself down on his recliner, picked up the remote control.. *click* the sound of a news program popped on.. "Eh.. Don't want this" turned the channel.. cartoons started playing on the TV. "God I love Loony Toons." he half growled.. The Red Dragon Dude leaned back on the recliner.. Relaxing after a day of work, He was currently wearing a Black T-shirt, covered by a O.D Green Jacket, and O.D Green Fatigues Pants.. On his feet were black military style boots, polished to a high gloss..
"your usually awake by now... I hear ya in there.. " he didn't wanna bug her if she was on the phone.. though it really wouldn't have mattered.
Posted by vampyremage on Aug 11, 2009 11:03:54 GMT -6
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Meld thought about it for a moment, trying to decide where would be the best place to meet up. She didn't really want to meet in too public a place because she still wasn't quite used to the way this body moved and she didn't feel entirely prepared to confront danger if it should manifest itself. But meeting at either Sanctuary or the Mansion also didn't seem quite appropriate. "Central Park around 10 tonight?" She knew from experience that Central Park tended to be reasonably secluded at that time and pretty much everyone knew where it was. It would also give her enough time to deal with the other meeting she was supposed to have in a few hours, a meeting that would hopefully clarify some things about what was currently happening.
"Hey Honey, I'm Home.."
Meld blinked in confusion. "Um...I have to go." Abruptly she hung up the phone, not waiting for a response. She had seen the evidence of another person living with her, or rather with Sarah and it seemed that this other person had finally shown up. With a deep cautious breath Meld opened the door to the bedroom and stepped out. Had she not seen the drawn picture of the dragon person she would have been stunned speechless and while his appearance was still rather shocking, she at least had some sense of bearing about her.
"I'm not exactly who you think I am. Something's happened and, before you ask, I have no idea what caused it, but Sarah and I have kind of switched bodies. We're not the only ones and I'm trying to figure this out but I trust you won't try anything funny until this is all resolved." It came out in a rush, all one breath. She really didn't know how to explain it better than that and didn't really want to have to. Hopefully he would believe her and she might actually gain a little help in figuring all this out, because she certainly needed the help. If not then she would just have to deal with it.
(Sorry for the delay. It's been county fair week.)
there was a pause at the other end before central park was asked. Sara didn't really have a better place to suggest and even if she did, she didn't really have time to say anything else before the conversation ended. She pulled the phone away from her ear, glaring a little at the reciever. "Well that was rude." she mumbled, tucking the phone away.
