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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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 Chase Taylor on Oct 8, 2011 21:56:07 GMT -6
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Who would have thought that he would ever sink so low. The young runaway stood rooted by the edge of a building, staring towards cart of food. Stealing was bad-- stealing was really, really bad, and nobody should ever steal. Chase was weighing his options, and his burbling stomach wasn't helping the matter any. Yeah, he was hungry-- running away was never as glamorous as the movies made it seem. You were hungry, dirty, and essentially on your own. And, to be quite honest, Chase was scared... but anything was better than those homes with the other kids.
His stomach gave another insistent growl, which Chase attempted to muffle with a hand. It was all for a good cause. And, it was only one hot pretzel... just one, for a starving little eight-year-old. Chase quelled his nerves, adjusting his backpack, and approached the food cart quietly. How were they supposed to do this kind of thing, anyways? Just run up and snatch the food? He waited his turn in a line, confused, and then stood upon his tiptoes to see into the cart, when his turn arose.
"Hey kid, how may I help you?" the man who was working the cart, who was in his mid-twenties, inquired.
"Could I... could I please have a salted pretzel?" Chase requested softly, hefting himself up with his hands.
"Certainly."
The young man retrieved a hot pretzel, slid it into a paper insert, passed it off to Chase and rattled off a price. Chase turned as if to reach into his backpack for a wallet, and then bolted, his heart hammering in his chest.
"Oi, Marco! That kids robbing us!" the vendor hollered towards an older cohort, who was seated nearby and smoking. Chase scurried away as the older boy pursued him. He was in such a hurry, he stumbled into a few distracted business people, before barrelling down an alley, puddles splashing up around his worn sneakers. He had to hide, had to get away, or else it'd mean no lunch for him. Chase glanced over his shoulder, saw that the man who was pursuing him was a good distance behind.
In that moment of distraction, he plowed headlong into someone else, stumbling back. Chase was built scantily, so rebounded off of whomever it was that he'd collided with. Chase clambered to his feet unaided, gave a shy, mumbled apology of, "Uhm, s-sorry about that."
As he got up, he picked up the fallen pretzel, lifting his gaze towards the person that he'd run into. This so wasn't his day.
Jude stood still, watching the ebb and flow of energy. Turns out, everything really was connected. Streams of light trailed between people and objects and animals and plants... this was entirely distracting. No wonder the man he'd copied had seemed so odd.
Something small and warm bumped into his leg and as Jude looked down little tendrils of light went down from himself to attach to... a boy.
> "Uhm, s-sorry about that."
Streamers of multi-colored light trailed back toward someone else who was running to catch up.
"You alright?" The frenchman asked the boy.
Calls of "Thief!" echoed all the way to where they were standing.
Jude frowned at the kid and then at the man who was huffing and puffing toward the pair of them.
> "R-really sorry"
He stepped between the man and the boy. "I'm so sorry, sir. Can I pay for..." He saw a streamer of light between the angry man and... what was that? A soft pretzel? It didn't look like a very good one. "Can I pay for ze food?"
Maybe it was the accent or the fact that Jude was offering to compensate him on the kid's behalf. He didn't seem to know what to say.
"Four dollars enough?" Jude had that much in his wallet at least.
"Six."
Jude frowned again and fished his leather billfold out. He watched as streams of light died between his fingertips and the money. As he passed the slips of paper over, new energy bonds formed between them and their new owner.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 9, 2011 14:00:07 GMT -6
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>> "You alright?"
Chase lifted his gaze, momentarily meeting the eyes of the dark-haired twenty-something that loomed over him. He had strange eyes. Which Chase stared at, of course-- his own eyes, which were swimming with an anxious grey-black, were hidden by sunglasses, but the confusion on his face was blatant. Was this guy different, too? It took Chase a moment to realize that he'd been asked a question, and a moment longer to bob his head in reply.
The cry of "Thief!" followed him down the alleyway, a bolt of fear coursing down his spine. Chase had lost too much ground, and the vendor (with his longer strides) had gained on him. Much to Chase's alarm, the man stepped around him, shielding him from the wrath of the vendor with his body. He watched the exchange that ensued shyly, embarrassed and ashamed by his ineptitude as a thief, and the fact that a stranger was now voluntarily paying for him. It almost felt unjust.
The vendor, quite satisfied with his payment, departed, leaving Chase and the kindly, funny-sounding stranger just standing there. Chase watched the vendor's retreating form, then towards the man who'd intervened.
"You didn't have to do that," Chase murmured quietly, fussing with the sleeves of his hoodie absently, his gaze darting between the soft pretzel in his hands and the man before him. He didn't mean to sound ungrateful, so he added on, "I mean, thank you, but... it was your money. I could, uh, could pay you back, or something. Do something in return, or-"
Chase was stumbling over his words now, and his face was steadily going to a flushed pink. He couldn't recall the last time that someone had just bought him anything, and now that someone had, Chase wasn't sure how to react.
Jude did not have to do that. So why did he? After the pretzel man had gone, the frenchman turned to the kid. He didn't look too much younger than Jude should have been. (If he had still been 12, he would have insisted he was muc older, though.)
From this height, Jude was understanding why adults had often squatted down to talk to him. He had hated that so he resisted the urge. Instead Jude looked straight into the kid's sunglasses.
"You understand zat stealing is bad?" In case he missed it, that was a sentence in the form of a question, but his tone implied that Jude thought the kid already knew right from wrong. All he needed was a little affirmation before he moved on.
"Are you on your own?" Jude stuffed his wallet back into his pocket and watched the bonds of light that seemed to be growing between the two of them. Were they growing because they were talking or for some other reason?
"I'm Jude." He offered his hand because it seemed the polite thing to do.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 9, 2011 20:49:00 GMT -6
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>> "You understand zat stealing is bad?"
If Chase had been born and raised on the streets, he might have looked the older guy in the eye and demanded what of it? Even Chase, just about as far as one could get from a juvenile delinquent, felt some compulsion not to crumble over what he'd done.
But, much unlike the tough guy, devil-may-care attitude he idolized, Chase hung his head, and could only suffice to nod his head. He felt bad, but he'd been so hungry. If the rattling of his head wasn't enough, he murmured an abashed, "Yes, sir."
>> "Are you on your own?"
Cue shaky inhale. Men didn't cry in front of other men, but this guy was certainly picking up the tender spots rather quickly. Chase was now compelled to lie, for there was obvious risk in admitting that you were a runaway... mainly, getting sent back.
"Nn-" Chase began, as the man turned to pocket his wallet. His words caught in his throat, betraying him. He'd never been a decent liar.
"Yes," came the simple confession. Little red flags were already springing up, and Chase was tentatively seeking a quick escape with his wandering eyes. What if this man tried to take him to the police?
>> "I'm Jude."
The guy extended his hand for a handshake, to which Chase initially replied to with a blank stare. Introductions? Why? Well, he supposed that if he were to work off the pretzel that the man had just purchased for him, they should at least be on a first-name basis.
"Chase," Chase said simply, shaking Jude's hand timidly, yet politely, "It's a pleasure."
Chase reminded himself that, if anyone was looking for him, they'd probably be looking for Thaddeus-- so, giving your preferred name to a stranger wasn't that dangerous, was it? And, if things ever got too hairy, he could always just take the form of another person.
The man and the boy shook hands and almost immediately the streams of light that had distracted Jude started to fade. This light in his eyes began to fade and it took a moment even for Jude to pick up what that meant. Instantly he was jealous.
"How old are you, Chase?"
He had been twelve when his power manifested (well, technically he was still twelve) and even then, they didn't show up on their own. He had to get a hot blonde to kiss them awake like Sleeping Beauty.
Chase looked on the verge of manly tears. Jude hadn't meant to scare him. "I ran away when I was twelve." He coughed, not feeling entirely comfortable yet faking his age. "Because I am a mutant."
The pretzel looked a bit worse for wear after collecting some sidewalk scum. "Still hungry?"
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 11, 2011 20:00:25 GMT -6
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>> "How old are you, Chase?"
"Eight-and-three-quarters," Chase answered with ease. He'd had so much practice with telling adults his age, that he wasn't so uncertain when it came to exchanging such information.
>> "I ran away when I was twelve. Because I am a mutant."
That caught Chase's attention. He glanced up at Jude, inclining his head and staring outright. He'd never met another mutant. And, his parents had conditioned Chase to believe that mutants were monsters-- but, if Chase hadn't known better, Jude looked just like a human.
>> "Still hungry?"
In his distraction, Chase had neglected the pretzel within his grasp. It was looking a little grungy, but he nodded his head anyways. It would be a shame to see that six dollars go to waste, and he was almost hungry enough not to care. He was far more intrigued by this mutant man before him.
"You're a mutant?" Chase echoed incredulously. He was wavering between telling the stranger that he, too, was a mutant, or feigning humanity. To so readily reveal such a thing that'd been kept a secret for his whole lifetime almost seemed absurd-- yet, Jude was a mutant too! To tell another mutant that you were one too, and to share your abilities, seemed like gaining membership to a fantastic club. After some hesitance, he confessed, "Me too."
He glanced around, but nobody seemed to stop and gasp, or point at the boy who'd just admitted his inhumanity. No one seemed to notice. So, the boy continued. Chase glanced back up at Jude again, "What do you do?"
The frenchman grinned. "I do exactly what you do. Come on. Let's go get real food." And by real food, he meant fast food. Jude wasn't made of money, but he was a man and men bonded over food.
He explained on the way to the nearest McGreasy King. "I don't always do what you do, I copy powers. I knew you were a mutant when we shooks hands because my other power started to go away."
As soon as Jude opened the door he was assaulted by a most heavenly salty and fried aroma. Ahhh. The worst for you but best tasting food that only a few dollars could get you.
"What do you do?" Jude took his place in line. The double double with bacon looked promising. He pulled out his wallet and checked his cash. Maybe... just a single. "Get whatever you want, but I only have ten dollars left."
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 13, 2011 19:13:37 GMT -6
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The cryptic reply recieved no more than a cryptic look from Chase. He was about to ask what Jude meant, for Chase hadn't said what his power was yet, but the mention of "real food" quickly and effectively redirected his attention and silenced his inquiry.
"Okay," Chase agreed. As the two of them departed, Chase remained to Jude's side, and slightly behind him. Close enough that, if Jude happened to stop short and Chase wasn't paying attention, he might have walked into him. His stomach let out a yowl of anticipation, which Chase quelled. Jude didn't seem to hear it, but merely elaborated on what he'd meant by the cryptic reply.
>> "I don't always do what you do, I copy powers. I knew you were a mutant when we shooks hands because my other power started to go away."
Chase's initial confusion turned into a knee-jerk reaction of dread. So, even if he hadn't chosen to tell Jude about his mutation, he would have known anyways? Chase bit his lip, gave a brief hum in reply and nothing more. The two of them ventured into the McGreasy King, a pleasant, odorous wave of scent hitting Chase's nose. It wasn't until he smelled the fast food that he realized how truly hungry he was. His stomach growled quietly once again.
>> "What do you do? ...Get whatever you want, but I only have ten dollars left."
Chase peered up at the menu, squinting through the lenses of his sunglasses. His choice came out slowly, since he still hesitated to make Jude pay more money just to feed him.
"M-maybe a kids' meal?" Chase inquired. Not too much, not so much that he got sick. He tilted his head from the menu to the guy beside him, "Would that be okay? A kids' meal?"
He waited for the reply before trying to explain his power. It wasn't something he was used to, so it took a little more htought that the food.
"I can change how I look," Chase began absently, keeping his tone low, "I could look like another person too, if I wanted to. Sound like 'm, too." Chase flicked his gaze over towards the face of the older mutant, awaiting his reaction. He was too self-conscious to try and show-off, but wanted to see Jude's reaction to the information.
A kids' meal? "I mean, sure. If zats what you want." He probably would have gone for something more grown up purely on principle.
And then, he said the most beautiful words ever. "I've been looking for you! Well, someone like you..." The line moved forward. Jude let Chase in front of him so that when they ordered, Jude could pay after they had both ordered.
"My ability..." He trailed off realizing that they were in a public venue and talking about the finer points of mutations was not always a healthy topic. "Well, you know how it iz. Sings get complicated." He looked like he wanted to say more, but didn't quite dare. Not here. Not right now.
Once it was his turn, Jude ordered his single and a small chocolate milkshake to go. They could find a park bench or something.
"Do you 'ave a place to stay?"
Chase's meal came in a nicely portable box and a drink, Jude had his milkshake (which was so small it was nearly microscopic) and the to-go bag he swung back and forth next to him as they walked out of the McGreasy King.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 15, 2011 11:44:07 GMT -6
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Chase nodded his head emphatically in response to Jude's apparent apprehension about buying him a kids' meal. Yes, Chase was an eight-year-old kid who knew what he wanted-- he wanted a kids' meal, Jude permitting, of course. Like any eight-year-old, he was kind of in it for the toy, but the meal was also a decent size for his small stomach. Chase probably could have packed away a full meal, if Jude had offered to purchase one. Judes reaction to Chase's description of his power made the eight-year-old jump.
>> "I've been looking for you! Well, someone like you..."
He'd been looking for someone just like Chase? Why? Chase allowed himself to be ushered in front of Jude, but his gaze was still pointed back at him inquiringly.
"Why?" Chase inquired, trying hard not to sound incredulous.
>> "My ability... Well, you know how it iz. Sings get complicated."
"Yeah," Chase agreed. His ability made life nothing but complicated. Not only on the individual level, but in his life as a whole, "I know what you mean."
>> "Do you 'ave a place to stay?"
Was that an offer? Chase took his lunchbox in his grasp as they left the fastfood joint, hugging it to his chest with one hand, while his other clasped a bottle of milk. Did a playstructure in a park constituted as a place to stay?
"Kind of," Chase offered noncommitally, obviously still working through the inquiry in his mind. Jude probably meant a formal place to stay, as in a house of some sort, and not a playground. He corrected himself with a, "Not really. I've been-- I've been sleeping on a playground." Which was a place, if you really wanted to get technical. He kept pace with the older guy by occasionally scurrying forward, then slowing down repeatedly as they walked. Chase wasn't too certain of where they were going, but followed anyways.
"I stayed in a dumpster a couple times. Nasty business. I know a couple places you can stay for free if you want. You'll definitely want to get inside before winter."
No point in telling the kid how dangerous New York was or how he was going to get kidnapped or killed or offered drugs or the like. He had possibly already witness any and/or all of that already. Jude was treating him like someone who had experienced a few things and survived.
He plopped onto a bench and unwrapped his burger and his stomach gurgled in anticipation.
"My power makes me copy othsers powers. Sometimes zat means gray skin or wings or maybe buggy eyeballs." The frenchman chomped his burger delicately so that he wouldn't get ketchup in his goatee.
"Smumsimes," he finished chewing and tried for something closer to English, "sometimes zat means getting stuck looking gray withs wings and bug eyes. I wanted to find someone like you to copy so I can be human again. Well, human lookings. Make sense?"
Jude was perfectly human looking at the moment. Well, his teeth might have been a little extra sharp and pointy, but that was just a little slip in his control practice.
"What does it feel like? When you... you know...?"
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 17, 2011 23:40:44 GMT -6
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"Yeah," Chase agreed. He broke off momentarily as he unwrapped his own child-sized cheeseburger, before inquiring, "There are places like that? Places that don't cost money to stay in?" Chase had never believed that places like that could exist.
Chase listened to Jude as he spoke, munching on his burger in polite little bites, trying to savor the flavor. He giggled when Jude mentioned "buggy eyeballs", but was otherwise very quiet. That is, until the subject matter turned towards him.
"Human-looking," Chase agreed, "Makes sense."
>> "What does it feel like? When you... you know...?"
"When I what?" Chase inquired absently, looking up from the burger, "When I shift?" It wasn't exactly a question that Chase had practice in answering, so the eight-year-old took a moment to gather his thoughts. After what seemed like an eternity of contemplation, he finally spoke.
"Well, my skin is actually made of these ropy things," Chase began, holding an empty, open hand towards Jude. He kept his muscles relaxed, so that his hand was comfortably open, yet not hyperextended, "When I wear my normal face, it feels like this. But, when I look like someone else-" he clenched a tight fist so that his bony knuckles whitened, "It feels like this."
Chase balled and unballed his fist, "That's what it's like, except all over. Kind of." It was the best description Chase's limited vocabulary had to offer.
"Is that too confusing?" he added on self-consciously.
"For kids, yeah. People are nicer to kids zan adults." Hence dumpsterville, USA for one adult Satan.
He nodded thoughtfully at the explanation. Even though he had his own power for only a short amount of time, he was already becoming familiar with the different kinds of tricks that made powers work. Hearing it from the source was best, like this. That cut out hours of experimentation time for him.
"Makes perfect sense. Ze closest sing I know is invisibility. Only, the invisibility was opposite. To be invisible, you must be relaxed." Jude held out his own hand in a limp fish like way. He was speaking Chase's language of the hand gesture.
More than anything, Jude wanted to try it out himself. But it seemed rude somehow. "Maybe you could show me sometime how it works." Jude popped the last of his burger in his mouth and then balled the wrapper and took an elegant shot toward the trash can.
It missed.
He shrugged to Chase and then went to dunk it instead.
"You want to go to a place withs free housing? You could just go check it out. No commitment. I know of one withs a school attached too so you can do zat if you want."
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 20, 2011 0:31:35 GMT -6
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Chase listened while Jude spoke--he was good at listening, thus that is what he did.
What about adult mutants?" he urged, "Don't they need homes, too?"
As Chase listened to Jude explain invisibility, he began to question his choice of description. It want really like tensing up, but twisting as well, sort of like grabbing a rope and torquing it until it would twist no longer, but only during the shift. It wasn't an easy thing to describe at all.
Jude asked if Chase would show him how to shift sometime. But, Chase quickly shook his head. To prevent any misunderstanding, he explained, "Watching would be more confusing. It would be easier to do first."
Chase polished off his burger, leaving his fries and drink on the bench as he stood. He crinkled up his wrapper, and dropped it into the lunch box. He would throw it all away later. He waited as Jude threw his own wrapper away, and as her proposed that they check out these places with free housing. Chase smiled faintly.
"I would like that," Chase agreed. He shifted his weight, contemplated his words, and then spoke in that same, quiet tone that he favored.
"Jude," Chase began simply, "There is a small detail about my mutation, that I should give you a heads-up about... actually, it may be good practice if you try this yourself-" Chase broke off and removed his cap. Perhaps his only clean article of clothing. He shifted his gaze towards Jude, "I try to be careful about touching people or borrowing their clothes. I can shift based off of... residues."
He held the hat out for Jude to take and put on, and continued to explain, "It can be useful, but difficult. Your body will want to shift, so you really need to think about it, if you don't want to... mind over matter, I think. Try it on."
