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.
…stop by the church. It's on X street, just south of the park…
Agnes repeated the directions to herself as she say in the bus, watching the city roll by slowly. Agnes had toyed with the idea of buying herself a car since this bus travel was beginning to get a little ridiculous but she knew it was a necessity right now. She did not have the strength to actually fly herself anywhere just yet so she needed to endure public transportation for a little longer. But she was at least good at it. She knew to avert her eyes, to keep focused on the passing world, and to ignore any cat calls or villainous stares from her fellow bus riders.
Though she should have known better. She was rather provocatively dressed. Not becase she wanted the attention but simply because it was something she had never really worn before. Since her meeting with Sebastian and the healing of her scars, she had begun to dress a little more appropriately for someone of her age. And her ensemble of the small, black, floral print jacket over a yellow top, and black slacks, was in no way derived from the colors of a dangerous wasp. Of course not.
It was simply by ironic chance that it tended up that way.
But today Agnes did not have to actively keep her mind off things, including the looks she was getting about how she dressed or even her own attractiveness. She already had too much going on in her mind.
The events of last month were still fresh in her mind. She had taken Rebecca back to her old house and the pair of them had nearly gotten killed after they had run into Malachi and two of her parents’ acolytes. She would have never taken Rebecca there if she had thought for a second that such a thing would have happened but Detective Cervantes had sworn nothing like that would happen again. Apparently he was wrong though. Malachi was still running around, loose, and there were still followers of her parents out there spreading lies.
She remembered clearly, though, after the incident when she sat next to Rebecca’s bed and watched her sleep: she was not going to let this happen again. Her parents’ beliefs were running loose for far too long and it needed to end. She remembered thinking then that maybe Sebastian, the man who had saved her and offered her a chance to actually help stop people like that, would uphold his word. Did he have a way to stop them?
Agnes truly hoped so. Otherwise she was making this trip for nothing.
Her bus came to a stop and the thin brunette mutely exited the bus and stepped down onto the pavement. As it rolled away, she sighed as she remembered this park, the park where she was nearly killed. If it were not for Sebastian she was sure that she would have been nothing but a bloodied mass on the concrete. She was glad it didn’t turn out that way.
A glance to the streets she began to head south from the park until she found X street. Her mind was a whirlwind as she tried to think about what she was even going to tell Sebastian. Would he even remember her?
Adjusting her small jacket, Agnes wandered the street until finally she found what she was looking for…a church. She then began to shake like a leaf. When was the last time she had actually set foot into a church? She could scarcely remember. Another glance…another breath…and she strengthened her resolve. This was not the time or place to turn back now.
Boldly she walked to the front doors of the church, held her breath, and entered. She hoped Sebastian was here…
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 26, 2012 10:21:55 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian had arrived at the church early that day. It had been a late night the night before; after an evening of church sponsored events where they had to smile and put on a good face for the devotees, they had stayed late to discuss the incident earlier in the day at the university. Someone with a very realistic unicorn face and a pair of swords crossed on his back had attacked and killed a family on a stage in front of an audience of college students and professors. Reportedly, he had shot the four people from a balcony seat while shouting about mutants being supreme gods, or something similar.
Someone was trying to defame him, it would seem. Now, what were they going to do about it? The Apostles, as they called themselves, had not wanted to leave until they had come up with a solution to the problem. Unfortunately the problem wasn't that simple and they had left without an answer.
The unicorn man had not slept well. It didn't help that it was a strange place that he was sleeping in, the new apartment Malako had demanded he move into. After a few hours of tossing and turning, the sun started to creep over the horizon to spill its light into the unfamiliar bedroom. Lying there had no longer seemed as though it would be worthwhile.
A short walk had brought the unicorn man to the church. The bronze statue in the entryway peered down at him, as if judging his worth. He did not know who had made it, or why, but he had accepted it and begrudgingly approved of its location of installation, but he had always thought it was a little creepy, perhaps because it was his own face and it was so frozen looking.
Past the sculpture, rainbow fragments of light danced around the sanctuary in the newborn sunlight. They flickered invitingly, presumably as small clouds passed overhead, just asking to be stabbed. He removed his scabbard, then his coat, and left the whole pile on the last pew, minus one sword. This he shifted to his left hand, his weaker one, in order to salute the empty aisle in which he was standing.
He needed to clear his head and massacring colorful light rays seemed as good a way as any. Sebastian moved through the basic exercises slowly, then moving quicker and quicker he began to improvise, trying new combinations the old masters would never have even dreamed of, until it became a dance between a unicorn and a blade clothed in most radiant colors.
Hands stuffed into her jacket, Agnes held her breath as she walked into the Church of Everlasting Life. The runaway wasn’t exactly sure what she expected when she first walked in. All she knew was that someone she was trusted was within, someone who just may have an answer or two for her. But she was not prepared for what she was going to experience as soon as she stepped inside.
It really was like a church. The bronze statues, the pews, the stained glass windows, it felt like the churches that her parents had dragged her too. But when she walked into this one, she did not feel the judgmental eyes of some invisible Authority glaring down at her from above. No, when she walked into this church, the rioting colors from the windows flashing across her face, Agnes only felt a welcoming equality. She did not feel like she was being judged or that she was already condemned to burn for all eternity.
She actually felt…loved.
Standing still, she stared at the large, colorful windows and actually closed her eyes. Through the darkness behind her eyelids, Agnes smiled as she felt the colors momentarily pierce the darkness. It was almost as if this the entire place just exuded hope.
Agnes probably could have stood there all day, letting the warmth of the colored sun’s rays shine across her features. But there was a sound that had slowly pulled her away. The constant SLICE! SLICE! SLICE!![/b] of air being split and separated caused the young girl to reopen her eyes and turn to look for the source. She turned to peer down the aisle of pews and instantly found what she was looking for.
A man with strikingly white hair and a single horn was slashing and stabbing the empty spaces around him. For a moment Agnes feared that she had walked into the middle of something but it dawned on her that the man was simply practicing. She watched him momentarily and sighed, wondering if maybe she should just go. She didn’t want to disturb him.
But her experience with Rebecca at her parent’s house had forced her to step forward. She could not ignore it anymore and she needed help, or advice at least.
Hands in her pockets, Agnes strolled forward, trying hard not to simply sneak up and startle the man. While still a good distance away, Agnes audible cleared her throat and offered the man a soft smile.
“M-Mr. Csendes?” she asked cautiously. “I…hope I’m not interrupting…”
The air almost seemed to hum, as if it was singing along with the dance of Sebastian's blade. Faster, faster, advance, lunge, parry, riposte, passe-avant, pirouette. Sebastian spun, and there, standing at the back of the church watching him, was the young insect summoner, Agnes, kindly waiting for him to finish his exercises.
The immortal saluted her with his blade, bowing low, then walked back to where she stood.
“You must forgive me, my lady. I hope you were not waiting too long?”
He set his sword on the pew with it's mate and reached for his handkerchief from in his coat pocket with which he wiped the little bit of salty moisture off of his face. His left shoulder was burning satisfactorily from the effort, both with pain and with icy healing.
“I wasn't expecting any company this morning, but I am certainly glad to see you again. What brings you here so early in the day, Ms. Nicholas?”
The immortal had thought she would find her way here, but when he had originally given her the address, he had thought it would be sooner. At one point he had considered seeking her out again, though in a less violent manner than the first time, but he had gotten caught up in other things; moving, Malako's new puppy, these strange attacks by an imposter unicorn, and other various aspects of life had gotten in the way.
Agnes had waited until Sebastian seemed like he was done with his exercises before she had announced her presence. It seemed like a shame to interrupt him, especially since doing such had never been Agnes’ style. If there was one thing that she disliked, it was being a nuisance to anyone. Plus, watching that sword slice and dice through the air, she was fearful that maybe, just maybe, she would have been skewered if she had made the mistake of bothering him.
Thankfully, though, he took notice of her when he reached the end of his workout. Agnes cast him a casual smile as she kept her hands stuffed into her jean pockets and watched as he set his blade down on one of the pews.
>> “You must forgive me, my lady. I hope you were not waiting too long?”
“Not at all,” Agnes said a little shyly as she gestured to the rest of the church. “I took time to admire the surroundings. I may not have the faith anymore, but I can appreciate a church’s beauty when I see one.”
Agnes was honest when she had said this. She did know that churches can hold some real beauty about them when one looked hard enough: the stained glasses windows, the sculptures, tapestries, the very architecture had true beauty about them. It was just unfortunate that the majority of the time those believers that they held within their walls could be just as blind as her own parents.
She turned her attention back to Sebastian as he began to dab sweat away from his brow.
>> “I wasn't expecting any company this morning, but I am certainly glad to see you again. What brings you here so early in the day, Ms. Nicholas?”
So here to it came. She sighed. She really did not know how to begin this but she could not back out of it now. Something needed to be done about her parents, about people who believed in things as her parents did and those that followed them blindly. If it took her to expose those rats to the righteous light of the world, then so be it.
She gulped as she finally turned her piercing blue eyes up to him.
“W-when we met…y-you offered me something. You said…I could help,” she said. Pausing she ran her fingers through her hair before she shrugged her shoulders. “I went back to my parent’s abandoned house, with a friend of mine, to reclaim some things I had left.” She shook her head as an expression of anger began to fill her features. “My friend was nearly killed, because one of my parents’ followers had escaped prison and was squatting there. I…I can’t stand back anymore and let people like Malachi and my parents run around without anyone exposing them. You offered me a chance to help stop them…and I want to. I accept…”
Posted by Sebastian on May 19, 2012 9:54:17 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Her words were halting, as if they were difficult to speak. And indeed, she spoke of difficult things: being attacked in her former home, an assault on her dear friend, and the continued threat against her life by her parents' followers. It was no wonder she sounded troubled, and no wonder she had finally come to seek him out. When he had concocted his plan of introducing her, he hadn't realized that she would get attacked yet again, and that it would be the turning point that caused her to make her decision. He was sorry it had happened, yet still glad that it had come to this.
Sebastian made his smile a gently reassuring one; it seemed to be the type that came most easily to his lips. Then he set his sword down next to it's mate on the pew and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“Before you make your choice, let me fully explain the offer. We have all the time in the world; there is no need to be hasty. I want to make sure you understand everything before you accept. Please, allow me to offer you a seat so we can discuss this.”
The unicorn steered her toward a section of the pew unobstructed by coat and swords, just a few steps away from where they stood.
Once they were both seated, he cleared his throat and began his explanation of his offer in his usual calming tones.
“First, in order for you to fully understand, I need to explain something about myself.” Sebastian's clear blue eyes searched Agnes', watching carefully for her reaction to the words that followed.
“I have a very powerful gift. You've seen part of it in action, but the entirety. The blood flowing through my veins allows me to heal myself and others, but it also keeps me alive, indefinitely. I am immortal and can not die.”
“Recently, I have discovered that with the wonders of modern medical treatments, I can share this gift with others. I can give you my blood, and with it, you too would be able to heal yourself. You too would be immortal.”
Sebastian reached across the space between them to put both his hands over hers.
“It is a gift I would be willing to share with you, but you must understand that this gift can be both a blessing and a curse. You will be a goddess, both blessed and burdened. Do you still wish to accept?”
There it all was. Agnes had said her piece and waited to see what Sebastian’s reaction would be. Maybe he had forgotten about his offering? Maybe he had decided to rescind it since it had been so long since he offered. Whatever the case, Agnes thought she would at least check. She didn’t know how the man would react to her sudden want to be involved; but the look on his face seemed telling enough. His gaze did not waver from her own and it really felt as if she were getting to him with her words. She saw that old sympathy there, the same that she saw the first time she met him.
>> “Before you make your choice, let me fully explain the offer. We have all the time in the world; there is no need to be hasty. I want to make sure you understand everything before you accept. Please, allow me to offer you a seat so we can discuss this.”
It was only the sound of his voice that had shaken her from her musings. She blinked as she nodded, realizing that she was being steered away to a place in order to sit down. Left behind were the shiny swords and dashing coat, instead slid into a pew, next to Sebastian as the man seemed to regard her closely.
Though she was not attracted to him, the attention was still enough to make her blush. But despite that she listened intently once he began to speak…
>> “First, in order for you to fully understand, I need to explain something about myself…I have a very powerful gift. You've seen part of it in action, but the entirety. The blood flowing through my veins allows me to heal myself and others, but it also keeps me alive, indefinitely. I am immortal and can not die.”
Agnes breath caught in her throat. Immortal? Did this man really just tell her that he believed himself to be immortal? A god among men? Agnes didn’t want to believe it at first but as thought about everything he had said, she did have to agree that yes, he did have a powerful ability. Look what he was able to do for her? With a touch he erased any physical evidence of her parent’s cruelty. The man had performed a miracle.
Therefore…was it really at all surprising that his gifts could keep him alive, cure him of all harm, even the harmful effects of aging? It seemed almost too much for her to accept but slowly and gradually she was beginning to. But why tell her this? What was the possible reasoning behind that?
>> “Recently, I have discovered that with the wonders of modern medical treatments, I can share this gift with others. I can give you my blood, and with it, you too would be able to heal yourself. You too would be immortal…It is a gift I would be willing to share with you, but you must understand that this gift can be both a blessing and a curse. You will be a goddess, both blessed and burdened. Do you still wish to accept?”
Again Agnes found herself unable to catch her breath. He just offered her…immortality.
…
…
…what was this some cheesy teenage vampire romance novel now!? Normally Agnes would have scoffed and laughed away his statement. After all it was ridiculous. Why on earth would he even ask if she wanted something like that? Even if it was true, what was the point in giving her immortality? What was the point in living in a world so cruel for the rest of one’s life? It was positively daft! Agnes was set to shake her head and turn away from the man and return home. Maybe she could convince Rebecca to hang out of someth—
Rebecca…
Agnes paused and over her eyes fell the veil of that sweet, redheaded Scot; that young woman with whom she was just a friend and nothing more. She thought back to that day, the day Malachi nearly killed her, the both of them actually. It was a day that Agnes felt at her weakest, a day that she loathed so deeply.
She had come to this church seeking a way to make a difference. Really, how much difference could she make in a single lifetime? Even if she dedicated every hour of her life to stopping people like her parents and their followers, wouldn’t they just spring up again, like all zealots and their beliefs do? Up and up like weeds. They would need a constant gardener.
If it took a thousand lifetimes…she would stop them.
God never did anything for her…maybe that was because a goddess was needed (as silly as it sounded since she was not foolish enough to think she would be an actually deity). Such power…it would help though.
Eyes locked onto Sebastian, conviction filling her gaze, she suddenly nodded.
“I do.” she sighed. “I…I’m still not one hundred percent sure what I can do…but I don’t want people like them coming back or hurting anyone else. I will protect them…”
