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.
Cafas stood up slowly into the rather chilly night air. The taxi had been so pleasant too. He was glad he had sat in the front, as, despite liking Meld, she seemed uncomfortable to sit so close to. According to Calley at the mansion he was paying, so C.J. would leave that to him. He looked up at the restaurant the cabbie had recommended, as none of them had had any ideas about where good Japanese food could be found. It wasn't necessarily a large restaurant, but it did seem to be rather popular, which was always a good sign. Speaking of signs the restaurant's featured a large neon sushi roll, very Vegas, but for the size. The name was all in Japanese, so it was totally geek to him.
'Looks good. How do cabbies know so much?'
Alchemist decided to retract his remark on the size of the place. It was, on closer inspection, double storied, brightly lit and completely glass fronted onto the street. His jaw dropped slightly. Slightly like Wile-e-coyote was 'Slightly' incompetent. Inside were many formally dressed people and a few more relaxed looking people. They made him feel better about his daggy appearance. C.J. took the obvious approach of entering. There was a well dressed man behind what looked like a rather fancy lectern. He assumed it had a formal name in this situation. Cafas decided to speak to him "Table for three please." The man nodded and directed spoke to the man next to him quietly in Japanese. The other man now spoke.
"This way please"
'Huzzah!'
The waiter, tailed by Cafas, walked up stairs and towards the front. It seemed smaller groups were all situated toward the front of the restaurant. as it was their table for three was sitting directly next to the window. The waiter left and Cafas leant back a little, enjoying the atmosphere. It wasn't as up tight as some restaurants he'd been in, no, the air had a happy feel to it, like everyone was enjoying themselves. Much better than the serious atmosphere by far. C.J. had a feeling the menu's would be brought shortly so decided to pass the time with staring into space out the window.
'Damned light pollution making space so invisible...'
Posted by vampyremage on Dec 19, 2009 13:13:27 GMT -6
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Meld was pleasantly surprised at how easily the taxi ride went. The cabbie new exactly where to bring them with not a single remark about mutants or even a single look that spoke of disgust or fear. It was refreshing in a human, although there was no guarantee that he actually was human. Regardless, upon exiting the cab she gave the driver a warm smile and a nod of appreciation, wishing that she actually had the money to tip for such excellent service. She also asked for his personal card. He had certainly earned her business for the future.
Meld looked around as Alchemist spoke to the greeter and requested a table. It was a pleasant looking place although its customers were a little more formal looking than she was used to dealing with although the occasional younger and more casual looking group put her a little more at ease.
Meld nodded her thanks at the man who led the three of them to their table as he deposited them at a table near the window. She preferred to be near a window, not so much for the view but just in case things went horribly wrong and they had to flee for some reason. Hopefully nothing like that would happen tonight, it was the last thing she wanted, but one never knew when it might be necessary. Better to be prepared just in case.
Nice. Place. Calley stuck his hands in his pockets as they went in, his shoulders tucking in slightly. Not that it was too noticeable—they were already pretty tucked under Cafas’ shirt, and the baggy Mondragon Labs guard coat he’d scrounged from his room when he’d picked up his wallet. Bright side: their group wasn’t the scruffiest in the place. There were a few college kids that at least tied with them. Calley shot a grin at the nearest group of them, as a comrade in under-dressed arms. For their part, a few of the students blinked their way, staring a bit more at the girl with the shiny arms than at the rest of them. The stares weren’t particularly unfriendly. Good thing about college students: they tended to be liberals.
He paused a moment as they were escorted to their table, then gave a satisfied nod. “This shall do,” he imperiously decided, claiming his own seat. On the Meld side of the table. She had razor hands, yes: but Alchemist had awkwardly groping ones. Giving his fellow teen a buttery naked man kiss had—perhaps—sent the wrong signal. So yes. Meld was his table buddy of choice, on this fine outing.
The menus arrived in short order, along with rolled white towels—Calley covertly spied another diner using these to wipe her hands, and followed suit.
“So,” he started the usual menu-induced conversation, “who wants to try the raw squid?”
Cafas looked up at Calley momentarily. Then he returned his gaze to the menu, scanning down the list to see what was on offer. It turned out if you could think of it, it was on the list as far a Japanese cuisine went, and then some. He didn't notice Calley's seating position; after all, it didn't really matter. He thought he might just get the assorted sushi and be unadventurous. That seemed like a good idea. Apparently it served two. He found that a cruel lie. Everything that said served two managed to serve him and him alone. He looked back up, having decided. "So how long were you trapped as a mouse?" An interesting subject to be sure. Alchemist observed a waiter approaching. For a relatively crowded location the service was good and fast. He observed Calley's reaction to the towels before them and quickly followed his lead before the nice gentleman had actually arrived.
'Please have been the right thing to do.'
The waiter had arrived by the time C.J. had finished his thought. "Are you ready to order?" He was quite direct about it wasn't he. "Yes thanks, I'll have the assorted sushi." He smiled and waited for the others to place their orders, absentmindedly observing his surroundings. The usual suspects were all there, businessmen impressing their bosses, families all dressed up for a night out, college kids having fun and couples on dates. Most of their eyes were fixed on the table with the very obvious mutant her two companions. Cafas raised his eyebrow in contempt at one man who had looked away and started talking angrily to his wife, or the woman Cafas assumed was his wife. Shortly after he had payed and left, his food only half finished.
Posted by vampyremage on Jan 13, 2010 11:12:06 GMT -6
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A sudden and random question occurred to Meld as she began looking through the menu that had been given her. How difficult would it be to relearn how to use chopsticks given the fact that she now had two metal hands instead of just one? And if it turned out that wooden chopsticks were not compatible with giant metal claws, how rude would it be considered to impale sushi with said claws? Oh, the complicated life of a mutant.
"I'll have suchi combo number 3," Meld told the waitress when she arrived to take their order. Looking over her shoulder she noticed the eyes staring in their direction and the man who left in a huff and had to restrain a growl from erupting low in her throat. She might be used to such reactions from others but they never got more tolerable. People needed to learn a little about respect. With an effort, Meld returned her attention back to the table with her two companions and waited for their food to arrive.
“I can order a la carte, right? Cool. Umm, then one plate each, from here to here.” His finger traveled in a quick line down the individual sushi type list. Sushi: Calley hadn’t ever had it before, and he wasn’t sure he ever would again. Might as well get the full experience. There didn’t seem to be a combo set with ‘one of everything’—therefore, he’d just make his own. It wasn’t like he didn’t have the money. After the waiter was gone, he turned back to Cafas.
“Err, about three days. Or seven? Time kind of felt funny, in that form. Long.” He grinned a don’t-mind-me-grin. Now. Less about his weaknesses (his rather new, rather unexpected, rather unsettling weaknesses), and more about... Cafas! Yes, Cafas.
“So what’s your power, anyway? Besides making sewer grates disappear.” There were just some things you couldn’t properly inquire about, as a mouse.
He kept his own eyes forward as the little commotion occurred behind him. Judging by A) Cafas’ scowl, B) Meld’s unfriendly glance over her shoulder, and C) the fact that neither of them were trying to self-defense anyone into the hospital, he gathered that someone behind him was taking their dislike of mutants elsewhere. Since ‘elsewhere’ didn’t include coming towards his own fine self, he had no problems with that.
“Now now, Grasshoppers,” he began, raising his unbroken chopsticks sagely in front of him, “the waterfall may crash, but we need not swim towards it. Let us sit on the shoreline, and enjoy our sushi.” A nod followed. Also sagely.
Cafas turned back to Calley and lowered his contemptuous eyebrow. Well well, if he wasn't the inquisitive one. Cafas felt his response may be better demonstrated than spoken. H reached into his pocket, and, finding nothing proceeded to inspect their immediate surroundings. He spotted a quarter. Picking it up he held it before himself like a magician would a playing card. Then he dropped its hardness. He proceeded to crush it into a talk like powder on his other palm. From there he melted it, resulting in a very brightly glowing liquid momentarily which he ran across his hand into a long line, which he solidified, having returned its strength (or Mohs hardness as it seemed to really affect) and picked it up, no longer glowing, demonstrating its solidity. It then started to grow and weaken as its density was reduced, then shrink as it returned to normal. Having grown bored of his show a little Alchemist held it aloft for a moment, then vaporised it, the resulting silver coloured cloud sinking to the ground where it rapidly dispersed. "That."
'Yeah, ponder that.'
As for the shifter's piece of wisdom Cafas merely rolled his eyes. He broke his own chopsticks apart and fumbled them into a correct sort of pose. Well, his fine motor movements were a little bit uncoordinated, a symptom of being male. He was fine with gross motor movement, but his fine ones needed work. They only worked where muscle memory forced them to, such as in combat, but even there the gross motor movements were more commonly used and more powerful. He looked over to the window and caught his own reflection. He did look quite scruffy. Although not so scruffy as to be deemed lazy in his appearance upkeep. "You know, I came to New York hoping for a little more acceptance than I got back home. All I’ve really found are more mutants to be unaccepted with..." He turned back to the other two and blinked twice in quick succession. "Sorry, just musing out loud."
Posted by vampyremage on Jan 16, 2010 13:26:22 GMT -6
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Calley was far to into his sushi Meld decided with some amusement. Then again, she hadn't exactly experienced the problems of being trapped as a mouse for an indeterminate amount of time, or trapped as anything else for that matter, so perhaps it was understandable. Every mutant had their problems, it seemed. She couldn't feel and Calley got himself trapped as a mouse. Such was the way of things.
At Calley's words and chopstickfull gesture, Meld looked down at her own pair of chopsticks and decided right then and there that it wasn't worth the effort of trying to use with large claws getting in the way. So what if it was rude to eat with her hands and ruder still to impale sushi with claws, that was just the way things were going to have to be and if anyone had a problem with it, they would just have to deal on their own.
"You know how useful that would be in the creation of my flesh melds?" Meld asked Cafas, after his quarter melting display. "Its a lot of work getting titanium hot enough to form into usable body parts. Maybe we might be able to work something out, you and I. I can pay for such a skill or, if you prefer, offer payment in non-monetary ways." She didn't actually have any money to pay just at the moment, but she was adept at acquiring such things. So what if such acquisitions tended to be on the illegal side?
"You know, I came to New York hoping for a little more acceptance than I got back home. All I’ve really found are more mutants to be unaccepted with...Sorry, just musing out loud."
Meld nodded her head a little sadly. "That's why I fight for the mutant cause. So that one day that might change."
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“Nifty,” Calley replied, head tilted with rather birdlike interest at Cafas’ little display. Metal manip. But no levitation—unless he was just hiding that, of course. Was it just metal? Quarter + sewer grate said yes, but it never hurt to ask. Unless you were with people who hurt you for asking. Cafas and Meld didn’t seem to fit that profile, yet. “Is it just with metals, or can you do other substances, too?”
He didn’t really know what Meld’s powers were either, come to think of it. But given what she was saying... he got a pretty good idea. So she’d made those things herself? And ‘melded’ them on? That kinda explained her name. Though it kinda didn’t explain what happened to her old appendages.
...Ewww.
The concept of New York’s citizens being fundamentally different than any other human beings brought Calley’s usual small smile to his lips. “Did you grow up small town, or something? I grew up in—” Newark. But his family was still from Newark. And with Slate tossing their last name all over the news, there was no need to narrow things down for anyone with any ill intents. Cafas and Meld didn’t seem to fit that profile. Yet. “—in another city, so this is about what I’d expected. I actually kinda don’t like mutants, either. I mean, just as a whole. Other mutants are my best friends, and all. But as a whole—I like humans more. When they go to hurt me, I can at least kinda guess what’s coming.”
Annnnd that was officially enough from him. Calley fiddled with his chopsticks, still unbroken. “But yeah. I guess I’ve seen more of our whole Genetic Dark Side of the Force than most mutants seem to have. So... yeah.” Yeah. Shut up, now. He focused his full attention on his chopsticks, and the joys of breaking the set perfectly in half.
Cafas smiled at Calley and sighed slightly. "Yeah just metals." He turned to Meld and paused to think for a moment. Well, compensation for the use of him as a tool, that he liked. However he really couldn't see how Meld could get more... Melded. There was an awful lot of metal on her as it was. However he wasn't one to turn down money or fair trade of any description when it was for something so easy as his mutation. "Sure, I can help. We can work something out when the time comes." He liked the sound of money, or non-monetary compensation. That meant STUFF! Cafas could use stuff. Like better clothes, nice clothes, not jeans and a tee. Well, he already had some of those but not enough.
'Yes, then you can get a haircut and start looking respectable.'
Cafas didn't know what to say about Meld's fight for the mutant cause. He didn't see how fighting was going to assist with mutant rights, and stopping hatred. If anything fighting could only result in fear. Fear created superiority not equality. No, Cafas would choose the Yoda approach to fear. Calley however, was rambling. Rambling dangerously. Alchemist would not respond to the dangerous parts, only the first part. "I grew up in Sydney. Largest city in Australia. I really didn't get a choice in leaving. But I thought if anywhere would be more accepting, it would be the place with known mutant groups."
'I won't push the rest of it. That could degenerate quickly.'
Posted by vampyremage on Jan 18, 2010 15:27:36 GMT -6
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"Not really a small town," Meld said. "Vancouver. One of the biggest cities in Canada, though nothing compared to New York." She didn't feel any particular worry about letting the two of them know where she had grown up. For one thing, Vancouver was large enough that she wouldn't be easy to find anyway, especially not without her proper name which neither of them knew. For another, she had elimitated all of the enemies from her past in rather permanent fashion. Calley, on the other hand, seemed very much worried.
And then Calley began to to on about not liking mutants. Meld blinked at him. How could a mutant not like mutants? Actually, the more he talked the more contradictory and confrused he appeared to be. So really, he didn't like some mutants. Well, there were mutants she didn't much like either, so she supposed that was understandable. Still, it was an odd way to phrase things. Besides, the fact that human threat was predictable where as mutant threat wasn't actually made a weird sort of sense. Humans had guns. Mutants had any number of impossible to predict powers. Note to self: avoid making enemies of too many mutants. Or any, if at all possible.
"Genetic dark side of the force?" Meld grinned, very much amused. Now that was not a phrase she had heard directed at mutants and leave it to Calley to make it. "Guess I would be one of those dark mutants, eh?" Who ever said she didn't have a sense of humour.
Meld was pleased to hear Cafas' agreement at her proposal and nodded her ascent. With his help she should be able to create her next flesh meld in half the time it usually took her. "It must have been quite a change for you coming all the way from Australia."
Sydney and Vancouver. He’d never been to them himself, but he’d heard of them. Being the geography-deprived American high school drop out that he was, that did indeed make them big cities. Otherwise, he’d just be making glazed eyes right about now.
>> "Genetic dark side of the force? Guess I would be one of those dark mutants, eh?"
He grinned a Cheshire grin back. Neither of them picked up on the verbal droppings he’d left, which was both just as well and a perfectly pleasant thing. Opinions were silly things. Sillier still when you opened your mouth and let them go defecating on the neighbor’s lawn. He’d done quite enough of that on the steps of King Pharmaceuticals, thank-you-insane-future-dream.
“You, madam, mistake the Force as being absolute. On the contrary, I say to thee: as far as my relativist moral spectrum is concerned, you’re firmly on the Light Side.” She certainly wasn’t on the Light Side as far as some other people were concerned, but Calley felt his hide rather safe around (and from) her. Therefore: she was a goodie. To him. For now.
Cafas, on the other hand, had once spent a great deal of time threatening his mousey self, and a smaller but distinctly more recent amount of time being unsafe in a whooole ‘nother way. Their resident metal manipulator was more on the squishy Grayish Side of the Force.
No need to really explain his ranking system, though. After all: their sushi was here! Calley fumbled his badly split chop sticks with glee as the plates were set in front of them (the plural applying, mostly, to Calley’s own numerous plates). Oh raw animal meat. This was the first he’d tried you, in human form. As the wise ‘Learn Japanese’ saying on his chopsticks wrapper said: Ittadakimasu!
Cafas looked to Meld and frowned, eyes shifting to a light brown. "You could say that. As you well know, my first day was anything but peaceful. I guess... I guess the best way to describe it would be surprise. Surprise about how much of it seemed the same. The biggest change was the change to my views of the world." His eyes focused back in on the world and shifted to a gentle yellow, like the colour of post-it notes. His train of thought was derailed at that moment by a train of plates arriving at their table. He eyed Calley with a look of distinct doubt in the boy’s ability to consume such amounts of food.
'Maybe he has hollow legs...'
Cafas eyed his own chopsticks, before turning back to a slightly more primitive utensil, his hands. "Excuse my lack of etiquette, chopsticks are just not my thing." Cafas picked up a delicious looking piece of prawn sushi and placed it in his mouth, chewing and placing the tail back on the plate. He assumed it was inedible; he'd just never tried eating it himself. When he swallowed he looked to the boy, who had been a mouse, and then had ruined perfectly good popcorn. "Wanna be careful or you will no longer fit in my popcorn bowl." C.J. winked at him and smiled, using the eye contact to try and steal some of Calley's own food un-noticed. Placing it in his mouth he he smiled slightly more deviously and swallowed.
'Where's my wasabi and ginger?'
Cafas looked down and spotted them, carefully laying one strip of ginger on each piece of sushi. That was followed by a spot of wasabi, applied with the tip of a chop stick. Satisfied, he shrugged at a serviceperson who was giving him an indignant look and began eating again. He distinctly thought he heard the words "another slob Australian." and was glad his country's reputation had preceded him. He picked up another wonderful piece of sushi and proceeded to place it in his mouth, chew, swallow then burp shamelessly.
Posted by vampyremage on Mar 30, 2010 18:46:43 GMT -6
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Well, it seemed that Calley, at least, felt that Meld was one of the good ones. It shouldn't have surprised her really, but it did. Calley didn't seem like one of the types to be particularly accepting of killing, even when such killing was necessary for the greater good, but she was willing to take his approval anyway. Or if not approval, exactly, than at least tolerance. Tolerance was definitely better than condemnation. Not that the condemnation of others had hindered her much in the furtherance of her cause anyway.
Then the sushi arrived and Meld was pleased, but not nearly so pleased as when Cafas asked for a fork because it gave her the invitation she needed to also ask for a fork. Which she did. Chopsticks just didn't agree with metal claws forks, however, were much more accommodating. Once her utensil of choice had been delivered to her table she stabbed her first roll and put it in her mouth, enjoying the delicious taste of raw fish, rice and seaweed before saying anything else.
"I think we all have those moments of epiphany at some point in our life, when we realize that the world isn't the wonderful place that we always believed it to be." Or maybe it was just Meld who's view of the world had become so dark and jaded after her discovery of being a mutant. "But that doesn't mean we need to simply lie down and accept the world as it is. We can change it." Another piece of sushi. Oh, life was good.
