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.
How did I let Calley talk me into this? Maya wondered, dangling from the gray cat's mouth, I don't even like cats.
It sounded like the perfect plan; get in, get out. Between a multishifter and a mirrorwalker, what could possibly go wrong? Well, first of all, the weather did. Second, the knight that was not really a knight today ended up being a cat instead of... well, a hellhound (I hope Angua will never find out about this, she'd never respect me again), or anything that was even remotely noble. Still better than hamsters.
So, instead of riding in on a steed (which would have been a tad less subtle), Maya the calico kitten sort of dangled in, in the queen (talk about gender shifting) car's mouth. Weird, when she holds the scruff like that one just goes limp...
If she possessed the ability to talk, Maya would have made some witty remark when she was finally dropped on the stairs. Instead, she sneezed a sneeze of contagious cuteness that would have gotten her over a million views on ViewTube.
"Hold on," Letitia paused on the step, tilting her head to one side as she listened.
Elias sighed, "Hurry, these groceries are heavy." And it was raining.
"Here, hold this." Letitia foisted her smaller share of the groceries onto Elias' to make one very large share of groceries. Gah! His arms wobbled their protest at the added weight.
"Ah. There we go." Letitia peered into the cave in the siding. With both hands she unceremoniously scooped out a mother and kitten and looked at them like they were something hairy she had just pulled out of a drain. "The rats said the east stair entrance was blocked, I didn't know what they were talking about at first, but now," she looked down at the kitties, "it totally makes sense."
"Door?" Elias huffed.
"Ah yes." Letitia plunked the wet furballs back down with a little scoot away from the house. "The keys. Got it."
As they stepped through the door, Elias foisted the groceries into the nearest armchair and took one look back out into the rain to see what the cats were going to do.
"Don't even think about it," Letitia warned as she swished her way through the violet curtain to the kitchen with one bag of groceries.
That, of course, guaranteed that he would think about it. Cats. In a house full of rats. The thought made him smile a very shark-toothy smile. That would be interesting.
He took one peek through the curtain to note that Letitia had left him alone to finish putting away the groceries. Of course. For once, he didn't mind in the least. He returned through the medium shop to the front door and opened it once again.
Posted by Cheshire on May 30, 2011 13:20:17 GMT -6
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Calley
Kitties.
In ancient Egypt, they were worshipped as the scared representatives of Mafdet and Bast. When a cat died, the household would mourn as if one of their bipeds had departed; if one was killed, even on accident, the penalty was death. This was proper.
An elite of cats have guarded the Winter Palace in Russia since the Empress Elizabeth’s reign, with a cadre of servants to make sure they are pampered: also proper.
In medieval Europe, cats were killed with witches, burned alive, or tossed from towers. But at least they were given their proper due: as sleek packages of purrs and power. A familiar force to be feared. Less desirable, yes, but still proper.
Improper kitty treatment, then, included, but was not limited to:
1) Unceremonious scooping (see “ancient Egypt,” above,)
2) Forceful scoots away from house and home (see “Winter Palace in Russia”)
and/or
3) Otherwise dismissing their existence (see “we will be more than happy to hex you, wench.”)
The gray mother was not only soggy and wet: she had never been treated with such blatant disregard. Disrespect. Disobedience. Dismissal. Visions of whale bombs danced in her head, behind silver eyes gone fully dilated.
Let it be known, then, that the shark saved them all.
“Kitties,” he called softly, with the right mixture of welcome and co-conspiracy.
The queen lifted tail and kitten high, and came. On her own good time. With her own intents.
Mirror was still dangling. At least they were getting out of the rain. She could have sworn Calley was actually enjoying this game. Maya found herself composing a poem.
I am a kitten. A calico kitten. A wet calico kitten. And I am dangling. From my mother's mouth. Who is not my mother. She is not even female. She is a guy called Calley. And I am a calico kitten. A wet calico kitten. And I need to pee. How do kittens pee? I am so screwed. Mew.
Elias looked from the groceries to the kitties and back again. Aside from the milk, the groceries could wait, he decided. Some of the milk went into a bowl and onto the floor. The rest of it went into the refrigerator, after a little rearranging of the eggs, a to-go container, and an open can of soda that were in the way.
What else did kitties need?
"What else do you little guys need?" He asked out loud. Maybe talking to animals was contagious around here. If rats were smart enough to understand a little human language, then certainly kitties were too. Smarter, probably, since they were above rats on the food chain.
One of the cupboard doors was broken off it's hinges, leaving a narrow gap that kitties could probably fit through. If he moved some pots and pans it might make a nice bed. With the addition of a towel, or a blanket.
"Here, you can sleep in here. Or hide if Letitia comes back." Once he put the entire collection of hand towels in there, it looked much more inviting.
The baby kitty mewed.
"What's wrong? Are you hungry?" Elias stood back up a and opened another cupboard. There wasn't anything like the cat kibble you'd see on television commercials, but there was a can of tuna. He was a big fan of tuna, himself.
"This stuff is the best," he informed them as he dumped the contents into a bowl.
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 23, 2011 11:17:57 GMT -6
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Calley
The gray queen presided over the making of her chambers with a soggy imperial air, her rat-wet tail curved elegantly around herself. Yes. Yes, this servant would do. Though he must learn that adult cats were largely uninterested in milk. Or at least, shifted ones, who knew of the concept “lactose intolerant,” were uninterested. The queen sniffed politely at the white stuff, then flicked her tail and curled it around the other side of her body. If she drank that, she’d be needing a litter box rather soon.
It was a good thing she didn’t need one. The closest thing to a litter box she could see was that miniature zen garden set up on the table. My, but that would be awkward.
The queen regally dipped her head, and partook of her rightful tuna as her eyes partook of the room’s layout and her nose partook of... rats. So many rats. Really, these people should give them a medal for coming here in cat form to spy. They’d fix that rodent problem right up.
They were out of the rain. For now. Calley looked comfortable being a mama cat, but Mirror was still getting used to the four-legged way of life and the different perspective. Trying to keep balance with a tail sticking out like a lightning rod, whe wandered over to the bowl.
Milk.
The calico kitten put her nose into the milk, then sneezed. Snorting milk was not a pleasant experience.
Tuna, on the other hand...
Tuna with milk. The calico kitten shuddered.
Running in small circles around the queen cat, the kitten meow-ed. Translation: I really need to pee, and if you don't show me how right now our mission is blown and we're getting kicked outta here.
She even tried to lift a leg, experimentally. It was clearly intended for dogs. For a reason.
“Eli,” called a voice from the hallway. A voice that wasn't very far away.
Elias hissed at the oncoming evil and tried to usher the kitties gently into the cupboard hiding spot, “Quick, in here, or she'll kick you out into the rain again.”
There wasn't time to avoid the improper scooping of the kitties and the bang of the cupboard behind them. Nor was there time to put away the milk and the tuna dishes.
A head poked into the kitchen from behind a deep purple curtain. “Are you finished yet?” Letitia demanded impatiently. She scowled as she took in the still full grocery bag and the bowls of milk and tuna.
Elias saw her gaze pause on the tuna bowl. He had to think fast. He had to...
He scooped up the bowl of plain tuna and spooned a big spoonful into his mouth, “Whuh?” He shrugged at her, mouth still full “I wassh huggry.”
The rat speaker rolled her eyes in disgust at the shark boy, “Just hurry it up, we have a meeting in a couple minutes. We have some important things to discuss.”
“Right-o.”
That seemed to satisfy the rat girl; her head disappeared behind a swish of purple.
Posted by Cheshire on Jul 16, 2011 11:46:59 GMT -6
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Calley
Her kitten was leg-lifting. What appalling manners! The queen gave her little calico rear a disapproving paw-thump. Leg-lifting was for dogs. Male dogs. A male dog, her precious kitten was not. What possible reason could the calico have for doing that?
The queen might have figured it out, but more important things came up. First: the indignity of being shoved into the cupboard! Shuttled off to the darkness like a rodent! Clearly, this household had far too much experience with the creatures, if it treated cats as such.
But even more importantly:
>> “We have some important things to discuss.”
Important things to discuss! Things didn’t get more important than that. The queen tried to remember the last time she’d snuck into a meeting where important things were discussed. Oh, that was nostalgic.
What a fond memory this would be, for mother and kitten. A valuable bonding experience, for knight and steed. The gray queen waited until all was silent outside her cupboard—then she picked her precious parcel up by its scruff, nudged the door open, and padded off to find an appropriate door to innocuously groom herself by.
Whatever the kitten was up to, it could clearly wait. Nothing could be more important than important things!
The calico kitten was just finding her balance when a motherly paw got her in the tail end. She mew-ed as she stumbled, and momentarily forgot about her more pressing matters as she hissed at the queen. I'm barely standing on three friggin' paws and she hits me. Bite me, mama cat.
Whose idea was it anyway to change her into a kitten?!...
Then, they got shoved in the cupboard. Great.
And then, a few moments later when she almost got the three-leg balance right, she got snatched up by the scruff and dragged to the door. maya decided it sucked to be a cat.
Also, was Calley just licking herself?! Ewww.
The kitten sneezed, and sat down, peering at the door. Now she did not feel like peeing at all.
