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.
Rupert had made a mistake. He'd always known it, but he'd been managing to convince himself that what he was doing was right. That setting these things lose back into the world was right. That not killing every last one of them here while they still could was right.
His palms were pressed flat against the wall of a building. The cheap concrete walls had a good texture under his hands--real, steadying. He was dry-heaving. He hadn't eaten today; he'd barely even had anything to drink, he was so excited. Excited. He'd actually be excited to help these monsters escape.
A half a foot away from his fingers, the concrete changed from its pebbled gray color to a speckled red, with stray scraps of pale white. Flesh tone. The ground looked the same, in a wide radius. Rupert's eyes hadn't made sense of it at first. It had looked odd, but innocuous; just a red circle painted on the Camps, with odd bits of a lighter color here-and-there. Then he'd seen the leg. His eyes had refocused. Now he couldn't stop seeing it for what it is. Someone had died here. A human had died here. More than one, maybe--he honestly couldn't tell, and that was almost the worst part of it. Let no man or woman argue that what had done this was anything but a monster.
He pressed his forehead against the cold concrete wall, gasping in short bursts of air. He'd made a mistake. He'd done this--he'd killed these people. Everyone who died here; he'd killed them. He'd shut off the collars. There was nothing more to say. For the rest of his life, there would be nothing more to say. If he could, he would turn all of those collars back on. He'd start this all over again. Hell, he'd flip the switch to fry every last one of these things were they stood, and have done with them. But some things can not be undone. These people were never coming back to this Earth again; not until the end of time itself. They were in God's hands now, and he'd sent them there like a traitor inside the city gates.
Each of the collars required a specific reactivation code. He only had one of those codes memorized. It was too late to call foul now. Rupert pushed away form the wall, taking fore granted that his legs would still support him.
His knees hit the ground and he stayed there for a moment, dazed. These weren't the only deaths he'd seen. He'd been out of his office for a maximum of fifteen minutes. He'd committed the sin of freeing these creatures less than twenty minutes ago. He'd already seen a man cut cleanly in half, two men impaled upon a gun as if it were a spear, a man's head split open, disembowelment. He'd heard the guards at the turrets screaming for help; he'd heard a guard who was barely more than a kid begging for his life from one of the freaks. Rupert hadn't helped him. He'd gone the opposite way, keeping out of sight. It was just another death on his head.
I'm sorry, everyone. He shakily regained his feet. I accept the blame for this. That's all I can do for you.
He couldn't help the guards here, living or dead. They'd been bastards in the weeks he'd known them. That didn't mean they deserved this. What it meant, though, was that his loyalties were with the dead who had been good men: the police officers who had died months ago, outside of the Sanctuary, for doing nothing more than protecting people. One of their killers was here. Even if the rest of the freaks escaped with their sullied lives, she wouldn't. She was staying right here. It was the one thing he could do.
He peered around a corner, trying to find a route he could take that wouldn't end with him being just another corpse. It was then that he saw short black hair and a face too beautiful for this place. She was coming back into the Camps. Rupert had stepped out of his bad hiding spot before he'd even thought about it. His face was pained.
"No," he told Raina, pleadingly. "You can't be in here. You have to leave. I didn't do this so you could come back in here and dirty your hands. I--" His voice cracked as he stared at her. D**n, but she was beautiful. How much blood was on her hands? So much that she'd gotten a taste for it, that she was coming back for more? That wasn't why he'd done this.
Posted by rainewater on May 28, 2008 20:27:32 GMT -6
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Raina had broken free from her brother and even from Streak. She was crawling through the crowds of people trying to get out. She couldn't believe how much chaos was happening around them. It's no wonder they put mutants in a place like this. She knew it was true when she watched the guards fall around her.
She thought of Sara. She needed to be sure the lioness got out. There was something about Sara. There was a connection. She couldn't help it. She needed to know she was safe. And Neena! Where was Neena?
She rounded the corner close to the medical office and felt a surge in her stomach like a ghost inside. She instinctivly reached for it and fumbled her fingers shakingly around her naval. The baby died here. Their baby. From the guards. From the beatings... from the violence.
Raina sat herself against the wall for a moment trying to get steady when a guard who was fleeing from a mutant fell in front of her. He was pale and broken into a sweat and bleeding from his arm. She looked at his face and invisioned the people who put here here. The people who killed the life inside her. Her own features hardened and became dark as she watched the man struggle to get up.
She didn't recognize the mutant- seemed to have body parts made of stone. The stone was splashed with crimson- likely from the man- and there was a furious glint in the eyes as the mutant reached for the downed guards legs. Raina was frozen watching the violent act unfold.
Then the guards face. It was his face that did it- that had Raina to her feet with her arm oustretched. "no." she said in a whisper at first. The moment seemed to slow down and the violent thoughts that plagued her mind seconds ago were now whiped away by the genuine fear she saw in the mans eyes. Was he a killer himself? A killer of an innocent mutant? Was he a father? a brother? a son? an uncle? Did it even matter at this point while she crossed the distance between them?
She thought she heard Rupert's sweet voice just then. Like a beautiful dream coming from the distance. it was euphoric to her senses and she let herself get carried away for a heart beat. "Stop." she said to the mutant- who surprised by her command actually did stop and stared at her, mouth agape. "No more." she pleaded with wide eyes reaching for the mutants arm to let go of the guard who was now in hysterics. "You need to get the others out, not take revenege."
The mutant sent her flying across the hallway back into the wall with a thud while unleashing a scream. Her head smacked against the floor and she laid there a moment watching the little pool of blood by her eyes coming from her temple.
"Stop?! You want me to stop?! These humans- they took me from my family, my younger sisters... I was all they had... they put me here and took them away..." the mutant was thrashing with every statement and swinging the guard with him. "AND YOU TELL ME TO STOP?! They deserve this."
She was really losing it now. She thought she could see Rupert. From the corner of her eye. Her head hurt so much, it felt like it been used as a drum set. She smiled in a crazy way. It had been so long since she heard any music.
She pulled herself to a sitting position and looked up at the mutant who stood towering over her waiting for a responce. "It's not worth it." she said softly trying to stand with shaking legs. "You can;t stop or change anything if you hurt him. You're only changing yourself, making yourself more like them." With every word she spoke she felt stronger- she believed what she was saying and it was dragging out a store of adrenaline that had been hiding away from shock. "I wont let you hurt anyone. If you aren't going to help anyone leave then you need to leave now." She balled her hands into fists.
The mutant was young. Maybe only fifteen but twice the size of a normal fifteen year old boy. He responded to Raina's speech with an overwhelming boom of anger and hoisted the guard into the air over his head. He wasn't even reachable at this point. He was going to bring the guard down on his leg and break his back. With a knee made of stone you could do something like that.
That's when the noise blasted out of Raina and the ice shot up from the ground. It was like a sconic boom coming from the petite woman and it even hurled her back into the wall. Ice raged from the ground in spikes and encrusted the mutant creeping into the cracks of his body eroding it into piece. In shock the mutant dropped the guard who upon hitting the ground squeezed the trigger on the gun he'd been trying to use on the stone mutant.
The bullet hit Raina as she was sliding down the wall in her forarm. She didn't make any noise and the guard took off running. The mutant was stunned for a moment but easily broke free of the ice. "Are you happy now?" he spat and took off after the guard. Raina knew she'd bought the man enough time.
Time started speeding- perhaps to catch up and the ground seemed to come up rather quickly. She was on her side again this time holding her arm nearly inches away from the first pool of blood. The cut on her forhead wasn't bad- just too close to her temple, and the bullet from the guard was most surely in the wall behind her- that is after exiting the back of her arm. It didn't feel like the last time she got shot. Last time it was like a bee sting and then she got drousy. This time it was like a fire.
"Why does that keep happening....?" she moaned to keep herself calm. Her eyes rolled around in her head as they watched the mutants and people running. They focused on a person not too far from her. Rupert? Was she hallucinating again?
Rupert didn't like that she was a mutant. He wouldn't like seeing her use her powers. She wasn't going to use her powers- that was the plan- maybe he would take her back. But he'd seen her use her powers- he woudln't want a mutant. These thoughts started to make less and less sense as Raina's ears started to ring. She hoped to God she was hallucinating. She didn't want Rupert to see her be a mutant again.
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Rupert didn't know what he'd seen. He'd been trying to look everywhere; at his back, the sides, the black sky--hell, he'd look through the wall next to him, if he could. No direction was safe. The freaks could move through shadows; they could fly; they could phase through walls. His gaze darted forward. They could turn themselves into living rocks, let out sonic booms, make ice shoot from the ground like spears. What, had the freak lost control and hit their own comrade? Well maybe if they all weren't so eager to kill humans, they'd have less friendly fire going on. Freaks.
It was a long, subjective time before Rupert realized it was Raina over there. She'd reentered the Camps. It was then that he stepped out, and said what he said.
~ "No. You can't be in here. You have to leave. I didn't do this so you could come back in here and dirty your hands. I--"
~ "Why does that keep happening....?"
He looked down at her without sympathy. One thing he had seen: it was her own attack that had sent her to the ground. Her arm was bleeding; that scared guard had shot her. Good for him. Bad aim, but an 'A' for effort. A human shouldn't just die easily. A human should try to take down as many freaks as possible before going down.
He looked down at her, and shook his head in disgust. "Why are you still here? Get the **** out of here, Raina. You're free. God help us, but you're free." She could be sure that his 'us' didn't include her.
Posted by rainewater on May 29, 2008 21:14:32 GMT -6
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Raina looked up. It really was Rupert. She felt a sickening twist in her stomach. she wanted to throw up. Then she heard what he said. "You sound like Naveed." she growled spitting blood on the ground. She leaned her back against the wall still holding her arm as she pushed her body and willed her legs to let her stand back up. There was a defiance in her eyes- an attractive defiance remaniscint of the first time they met- but defiance none-the-less.
She looked at him. Really looked at him. This was Rupert. He was a police officer. He was scared. Rupert was scared. He was angry and hurt and desgusted but she knew most of all Rupert was scared. He was scared of her, scared of this place, scared of the mutants, and maybe even scared of himself. If she reached out to touch him right now she knew he'd pull away for all of those reasons but mostly for fear. She narrowed her eyes.
"I'm not letting anyone else die." she growled. Humans and Mutants alike. Raina wasn't violent by nature - Naveed was the warrior not her. She was the chanter, the calm one, the one who brought peace. "Which is more than I can say for you, or my brother-" she winced grabbing her arm and fighting to keep the tears from welling up in her eyes. She wouldn't let him see her cry "OR ANYONE ELSE IN THIS DAMNED PLACE." she yelled.
It was nothing but chaos around them. Blurring together chaos. Raina's memory drifted back to when she first met Rupert. She thought of the pea soup. A crooked smile crossed her face. She even laughed a little. Surley she'd lost her mind.
"You're weak Rupert." she muttered. "You talk big. Talk about being a hero. Doing the right thing. Taking out the bad mutants so long as you don't have to watch them suffer. You want to play for both sides... but eventually you'll have to pick one. either way you'll fight an inner battle..." she struggled now leaning more of her weight on the wall. "You choose the mutants and you're going to throw up anytime one of them hurts a human." Her eyes searched around becoming aware "You choose the humans and you'll have to kkeep turning a blind eye to the genicide they create until you lose it as an old man and off yourself."
She really did look crazy now- hauntingly beautiful while she muttered her self ritgeous speech. She knew she was just as damned as Rupert. but she wasn't going to think about that now. She started to shuffle her feet a bit... incase Rupert decided to finish what the guard had started. It would be a fitting end wouldn't it?
"All your talk of God but you've got it backwards for who's in the good... Jesus loves the outcast..." a song she'd heard years ago rang in her memory. "...he loves the ones the world just loves to hate..." she trailed off lost in her thoughts some more.
It was so hard to think. She was losing so much blood and the moment was becoming overwhelming. She was yelling at Rupert. She was angry with Rupert. She should be shouldn't she? She didn't want this. She didn't want any of this. There was too much noise around her. She coudln't think... coudln't think."
"You should just do it Rupert." everything stopped. It all became clear. "Finish what you started" she was kidding herself. She coudln't live without Rupert. She coudln't live with him hating her, being desgusted, not feeling his warmth, his breath... it was too much. "Just shoot me." she stood tall with that determined look back in her eyes. That rebelious spirit oozing from it. It wasn't a cop out. It wasn't a bluff. Raina was serious- and at the moment a little crazy. She's already lost everything... aside from getting everyone else out of the camps what was the point if she had no life to return to?
The relization was shocking but made so much sense. In the camps she at least had a purpose. Out there- there was nothing. Nothing but an arranged marriaged and a life knowing she was hated by the only man she ever loved. This was it.
ooc: Haha sorry if it's mellow dramatic I'm trying to get across how's she kinda beyond with everything happening. That and I think "The Host" is wearing on my writing The song lyric is actually from a Christian song by Reliant K that I heard on the radio the other day. I hope it fits. ..>.>
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Rupert let the Ice Queen have her say. His mouth twisted into a sneer as she spoke; he barked a laugh at her bit on him being weak, and at all of those d**n Catch-22 choices that were going to have him blowing out his brains as an old man. As an old man? Really? If he was the sort to commit suicide, then he sure as hell wouldn't hold off through a few more decades of this before repainting a wall or two. As her speech began to slow, and the blood on her arm kept up its crimson stream, his mouth straightened out. His face calmed; or calmed as much as it could, in this place. 'Just shoot me', she'd said.
Rupert closed the gap between them in two steps. He wasn't on the look-out for freaks any longer; his muddied hazel eyes were steady on her. He drew his gun out of the holster at his waist as he went, and raised it up in the direction of those gray eyes of hers. He never did figure out if gray was a human color. In this moment, he understood something: it didn't matter. Whether or not gray eyes were human didn't matter. She was a mutant, and that was a fact cold enough to suit her. Rupert fired his gun. The round hit the wall next to her right temple. Had he missed on purpose? D**ned if he knew. There was something else he'd realized. It was a little something he was going to share with Raina here.
He took a last step closer--close enough that they could feel each other breathing--and pressed his hands onto the wall on either side of her head. The gun dung into his palm.
"Raina," he said, quite calmly, "shut up."
"You don't know a thing about me. You know that I have a poodle and my apartment's a mess, and I'll do it on the couch with a woman I just met. That's all you know. You don't know who my parents are. You don't know if I have siblings. You don't know what the name Jerry Brockwell means to me. I've never even introduced you to Cynthia Myers. You don't know who I was before you met me, and you sure as hell don't know everything I've become since this all started. You don't know anything about me, Raina, so don't even pretend to act like you do."
"I don't know much about you, Raina, but I do know this: you've lied to me from the second you met me. You're ashamed of what you are. Hell, you're ashamed of who you are. You dyed your hair and tied it back to hide that you were Native. You played at being human to hide that you were a mutant. You barely let yourself sing because you were too d**n afraid. That's the difference between you and me, Raina. You hide every d**n thing. Me, I am exactly the man you see here. I am Rupert Jullian ******* Kelley. I don't have a ******** clue what I'm doing, but that's not going to stop me from doing it. If you think that's weak, then maybe this wasn't going to work, no matter what we did."
Rupert pushed back from the wall, and slid his gun home at his waist. He stared at her for a moment longer, standing there in her glorified gray burlap sack, her hair short and her eyes defiant. Those eyes were the Raina he'd fallen for. He shrugged out of his gray suit jacket, remembering to switch the remote and his badge from the inner pocket to his pants pocket as he did so, and revealing the dart gun in its shoulder holster. Wordlessly, he tossed the jacket to her. It was still early spring, and that Camp-issued dress had to be chilly at night.
"You better get to those tanks of yours, and get that arm bandaged up before you put that on. I'll be wanting it back from you, and dry cleaning is a b!tch on the wallet." His eyes flashed as he stared at her, but it wasn't with anger. "I'll be seeing you, Raina."
He turned away from her. One deep breath later, he set back off into the Camps. His hand touched lightly on the remote in his pocket. He still had business to take care of. He'd see about seeing her, after he'd seen whether he lived through the night. He was Rupert Jullian ******* Kelley, and he saw things through to the end, even when they were the most ill-thought-out ideas he'd ever had. That's just who he was.
Posted by rainewater on Jun 4, 2008 15:38:25 GMT -6
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Raina stood strong while Rupert approached her revealing his gun. When he held it up she squeezed her eyes shut waiting for the pain. The shot rang out and she felt the wind move. Was she just in too much shock to feel it? Or had she died that fast? She felt her heart pounding in her chest so strongly she could hear it in her ears. She opened her eyes.
Rupert's face was inches from hers- close enough she could smell his intoxicating scent. Had she died? Maybe she did. Of course, this would be her heaven... seeing Rupert and being with him. It must have all happened quickly.
It was when he started to speak that she knew the bullet missed. Even though he hadn't shot her- listening to him made her feel like he should have. It would have been easier to take that was for sure. Though seeing the gun so close to her head put the taste of fear in her mouth.
Rupert started to retort to her earlier outburst. It was alarming how calm he was at first but it was easy to see he was getting angry. Raina was listening to him on the outside... that was true. But on the inside her mind was screaching at her to close her eyes and just die- trying to protect her from the painful truths he was showing her.
She wanted to scream at him like a child, to yell "you don't know me either!" and tell him "I can't be myself when I have a hord of child mutants to protect!" couldn't he understand as a cop what it was like to put others in danger because of what you are? Then again, he could choose to be a cop. She couldn't choose to not be a mutant. She would have chosen in over and over again by now if she could.
She never thought she was hiding her nativity. That was a low blow. Raina was just a creative person and enjoyed being rebellious by dying her hair. Of course, Rupert was still shouting at her and her mind was slowly processing. She couldn't have said these things if she wanted to. Not that she even did.
Raina couldn't prounce around being reckless about letting people know she was a mutant. It put the school in danger. But each word bit like a knife. She even choked out an "I tried to tell you" protest when he said she'd lied but it was lost among his words. It was true. Raina hated lying to Rupert. She laid awake every night in the camps wondering what life would be like if she could have just told him. He would have left her- but in comparison to all this pain she was causing him that would have been better.
Then he told her that he knew who he was. She coudln't argue. It was true. Raina had no fucking clue who she was. Not anymore. Not since all of this.
He pushed away from her and for an instant she felt like she wasn't vertical against a wall but horizontal on a couch where he had seconds ago been looking down on her which in reality was a few months shy of a year ago. Hell. Had it really been that long? Her mind started to wonder... if the baby had survived would they be parents by now? The thought was alarming and she had to refocus herself when Rupert stood away from her and starting taking off his coat.
He passed her the jacket. She let him hold it out a moment - her face pale, her eyes wide and tear filled, her body shaking. She knew if she reached for it now she might crumple in on herself. She looked at the jacket and dared to dart her eyes to his for a split second. They looked so tired. Just like she felt. So tired of all of it. He wasn't that different. No not at all. She was wrong. Rupert wasn't scared. He was tired of the violence... just like her.
When he tossed the jacket landing on the ground and turned to walk away telling her he'd be seeing her and wanted the jacket back it was all she could do to stand up while he walked out of sight. Here he was- hating her- and yet still showing her humanity. Showing humanity to a mutant. A mutant who nearly killed. A mutant who lied. A mutant who was ashamed. She was completley wrong about Rupert. Completley and utterly wrong. And sadley, felt more in love then ever. When he was out of sight she tumbled to the ground into a sobbing violently shaking heap. She didn't want to escape anymore. She just wanted to make sure the others were out and die.
She reached for the jacket and imagined him giving it to her in a happier circumstance. Maybe one where they'd just been on a date, or just come back from having an ultra-sound, or after getting caught in a rain storm with flipsy and a toddler. She wrapped the jacket around her taking in it's scent telling herself over and over again that she'd never have those things. Yelling at herself to stand up.
I'm trying to get across how's she kinda beyond with everything happening. That and I think "The Host" is wearing on my writing