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.
An ordinary day, like any other. Business was business and plotting was plotting. He had sent Eros off to make him a new contact, hopefully one who could provide him with some very necessary resources. He was nervous, though, and didn't yet know why. Anxiously he flipped through a catalog, trying to figure out what pieces he needed to order, when a cheerful *ding* announced the newest arrival to the shop. Alister looked up, then stood quickly in alarm. The man dragged one foot as he descended upon the young oracle.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 10, 2011 19:41:24 GMT -6
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They didn't even let him talk to a real police officer this time. He was stuck at the front desk with the less than helpful secretary Cynthia-who-let-no-one-pass.
“As we've told you, Mr. Csendes, we're doing everything we can.”
“Are you combing every alley, are you searching every house?”
“Of course not, that would be a violation of...”
“Then you aren't doing everything you can,” the unicorn man's tail thrashed once on the ground for emphasis. A little of his earlier frustration was creeping back.
“Look, there are certain regulations that must be followed. We have procedures for these kinds of things. When children go missing...”
“And how successful are those procedures? How many missing children do you fail to find each year? How many are missing right now?” He had seen the headlines, there were a lot. “Shouldn't some of your officers be out there investigating rather than holed up in their offices doing paperwork or sitting on street corners waiting for people to drive through a stop sign? Wouldn't some actual looking help?”
All the yelling had attracted attention. Two officers had deigned to leave their desks and were standing in the doorway just to the unicorn man's right. Their proximity was meant to be a deterrent against the angry man causing any sort of mischief.
“Mr. Csendes, you are making a scene. I have to ask you to calm down. This isn't getting anyone anywhere.”
Sebastian glared over in the direction of the two cops. He wished he had a hairdryer to throw at them.
“Forget it. I don't need the help of a bunch of lazy incompetent lummoxes.”
He stormed out the door, angrily flinging it over his arm so it didn't get caught in the door when he slammed it shut. Except, it didn't slam. It just slid gently shut on it's special hinges. The unicorn glared at those, too, before stomping away.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 10, 2011 19:41:42 GMT -6
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He stomped all the way to the park and kicked a park bench. Something crunched, and it wasn't the bench. He winced as cold rushed through his entire foot, centering around one toe in particular. Some colorful Greek words slipped out under his breath and a tiny bit of moisture leaked out from the corners of his eyes.
That. Hurt.
He didn't have time for this. He tried to take a step forward, and just about collapsed onto the bench. He inhaled and looked up at the sky. He concentrated, feeling the flow of cold in his toe. He could sense all the little places where his body was hard at work mending the damage he'd done to himself. It was going to take at least half an hour before he could even think about walking, and he'd probably limp the rest of the day.
Great.
He leaned back on the bench, and put his hands at his sides. His fingers felt the folded edge of an abandoned newspaper. He hadn't read the news since Jude had disappeared and thrown quite a wrench in his morning routine. Beneath his fingers, the headlines proclaimed “Oracle: an entrepreneurial success story” and “Qaddafi not found at compound.”
The biggest, though, was “Increased number of missing children causes amber alert” Great, they were now proclaiming a colorful alert.
Right, like any color in the rainbow was going to help find the missing children. Whatever system they had was clearly not working. Sebastian grabbed the first section off the pile and crumpled up into a ball. Then he threw it on the ground. And glared at it.
The words stared back, ordered differently now that different parts of the page were juxtaposed. “...children...” “...found at...” “...Oracle...”
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 11, 2011 15:41:57 GMT -6
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Time.
Even when you had advance warning, there was never enough of it. He only had an hour before the shop was supposed to be open. There was barely enough time to make phone calls and to assemble what he needed.
Time.
Even for immortals, it was a precious commodity. Now that he knew in his heart where Jude was, he could not get there fast enough. The nerves in his foot screamed in protest as every step re-injured his broken bones, giving them no time to heal. He didn't care. He had to get to that shop. Now.
Time.
It looked like such an ordinary day. Everything was in its usual place. The sun shown just as brightly as it ever did, but no brighter. Dust particles floated, traped in the slanted rays. Minutes ticked away as Alister turned the pages of his catalog. At one point he was going to order something from it, now it might be completely redundant. His only flipped the pages to keep his hands busy while he waited for the inevitable.
*ding!*
Time was up.
Sebastian dragged his foot across the floor, wincing with every step towards the table where the blonde boy half smiled behind his sunglasses.
The unicorn was in pain, that much was easy to see. Alister forced a smile to hide the nervous twitch at the corner of his mouth. This is where the dream had ended. From here, there were too many possibilities. Even he didn't know exactly what was going to happen next. Not yet.
Sebastian glared at him, pain and anger distorting his face, though he managed to keep his tone even when he spoke.
“Give me back my son.”
“I didn't take him.”
“You're a liar. He's here.”
Alister's smile widened. Adults could be so inaccurate sometimes. “I didn't say he wasn't here. I said I didn't take him.”
Sebastian lunged forward over the table, aiming to grasp the young psychic's shirt collar. Glass shattered as the crystal ball hit the floor. They both tumbled, landing amongst the shards. Alister's hands tingled and his glasses were knocked from his face as they fell and he glared up at Sebastian.
Time reeled around them..
Images rushed past, trying to pull them out farther and farther. This time, though, the young seer held a rope tethered to the present. The future pulled at him, making his hands burn with the friction against the twisted twine, but they didn't slide away. They didn't hit the bottom.
He was shouting, could see his own face and hear his own voice from another point of view.
A television crackled to life. Newscasters narrated a compilation of several videos, each featuring the same white figure. First, a unicorn climbing out from the sewer under a collapsed road. Then, a horned man entering a pharmaceutical company. The same man walking past a door marked “authorized personnel only” and rifling through cabinets and searching coolers for some unknown substance. Next, a church painted red with blood. The unicorn man walking away from it, hands crimson to the elbows. Public menace. Monster. Evil.
Lights flashing, police with handcuffs. “You're under arrest for the distribution of...” Struggling, slipping free from their grasp. Protesting. “You don't understand, I can't go. I have to...”
The apartment was in shambles. Wood once planned for a crib was scattered all over the apartment, mixed in with the splinters of a broken sewing machine and tufts of wool from a butchered pillow. Bullet holes riddled the plaster. A bag lay open, half packed on the bed. Blood dripped from his hands.
The future seer pulled with all his strength against the rope. His hands burned from the effort.
The teen pushed the older man away, leaving red hand prints on each of his once pristine lapels. He scrambled for his glasses and shoved them back onto his nose. Slowly he stood, once again confident of the future.
Ringed around them stood his army. Julia and Crow emanated pulses that alternately burned and froze. Letitia smirked while the floors around her feet roiled with masses of grey fur. Katrina held a ball of flames in each hand. Marcos stood stiller than he ever did, muscles quivering at the ready to spring into action. Elias grinned with razor sharp teeth.
Alister already knew exactly what to say.
Sebastian knew, too, before the boy even opened his mouth. There were already tears in the corners of his eyes.
“Don't you realize, old man? We didn't steal him away. He chose us. We are his family now. He chose to leave you and even if you drag him back, he'll only leave again. Now you know: it isn't going to work out in the end. It doesn't matter, though. In the long run, he means nothing to you. You'll have another son and another after that. To you, Jude is replaceable. Just a thing to be picked up on a whim and then discarded just as easily. Who could blame him for leaving? You've been a terrible father. You haven't even pretended to care about him until he went missing, and now you want to tear him away from the only family that matters to him. You want to keep him from doing what is right, keep him from growing, keep him from becoming someone who can make a difference in the world. You're just holding him back and you both know it.”
Jude herd Sebastian all the way from the kitchen where he and Marco had been putting away groceries. He heard his adoptive father's tone and knew that this was it. This was the moment he had been dreading.
At least he could face it as a man.
Marco twitched uneasily toward the door, his chore abandoned in the wake of the enemy. The frenchman barely had the time to catch the speedster's elbow before they were both out the door. Touch was still the most reliable way for him to pick and choose which mutation he actually wanted.
Sebastian was shouting, Alistair was shouting. Meanwhile, the army gathered. The oracle shoved the pale man away and recovered his glasses in time to join his soldiers. They were all accounted for, even Jude.
He stood at a respectable 5 feet and 11 inches with 10 years of age added to his appearance since he had last seen his adoptive father. He had walked right through puberty and arrived at adulthood. His dark hair lay in a ponytail at the nape of his neck and he had trimmed his facial growth into a dark goatee. He was a dark reflection of Sebastian.
Even if he had heard it all before, Jude didn't like what Alistair said. It hurt his heart to hear it. By the look of it, it cut Sebastian deeper.
The ability copier tensed at the almost guttural sound of Sebastian's denial. The frenchman wanted to protect his adoptive father, but he also had a duty to the world. The best option for all of them was to make the unicorn go away. Make him lay low.
> “Don't believe me? Ask him yourself then.”
Action time. With Marco's speed, the Frenchman took off from a stand still to hurtle at the unicorn. He grabbed the lapels of his adoptive father's coat and took them both through the front door. Without opening it.
The glass cracked on impact and swung open with enough velocity that it slammed into the wall next to the entrance and bounced back. It slammed shut before the rest of the army could pour out after them, though Marco couldn't be too far behind.
Jude's proximity to the man tickled at his control. He would probably end up with a horn and tail after this, but it needed to be done. He shoved the unicorn man away and out toward the street.
"I don't need your rescue. Leave us alone. Go home. Take care of Ghost."
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 8, 2011 15:23:56 GMT -6
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There was only a moment between Alister stepping aside and Sebastian getting thrown backwards through the door.
It was a long moment.
The dark young man was taller than him. His hair was as long, maybe a little longer. His goatee was more neatly trimmed. He was older, but he was still Jude.
“Jude, you're...”
Sebastian's breath was slammed out of him by a glass door. His mouth gaped as his diaphragm struggled to pull air back into his lungs. Hands at his collar shoved him hard.
The unicorn man looked up to meet the young man's gaze. There was a hardness in his brown eyes. It was conviction. As if he truly believed that what he was doing was the right thing.
The words that his son spoke hurt more than any that had been uttered yet that day. I don't need you. Go away.
Finally he was able to draw breath again; the air seemed to shake him even as he drew it in.
“...alright.”
He couldn't refuse. Even though he wanted to stay, wanted to talk things out, wanted to figure out some other solution, no other words would come to his lips. No other alternative ideas for actions sprang into his head. His son... Jude... didn't want his help. The only thing left to do was to go home and take care of Ghost.
The unicorn man turned his back on the shop, on all the children and the one young man standing there, and walked away.
"Uh. Okay." Jude let his fists loosen and they drooped closer to his waist. He had been expecting a fight or... or something. Not just compliance. Sebastian didn't sound happy about it, but he didn't fight it either.
Doubt wormed through his image of Sebastian. Maybe... maybe he really didn't care about Jude.
>You'll have another son and another after that. To you, Jude is replaceable.
"Sebastian." He waited to see if the man would turn around, to see if he cared.
"Don't end the world."
Would it even matter what Jude asked of him? This time, the dark-haired man turned to his friends who were all gathered at the cracked glass doors.
"He's leaving." It was hard to say whether his breathy voice was due to relief, sorrow or some mixture of both. Somebody hugged him. Several somebody-elses wanted to follow the unicorn anyway. Jude would not be joining them.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 8, 2011 20:45:34 GMT -6
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The unicorn man stopped when he heard his name. Clenched and unclenched his hands. He heard. He just couldn't turn around. He didn't want to see the look on Jude's face. He didn't want Jude to see the look on his own face, or the tears that had been threatening finally spilling over and leaving clean streaks through the dirt and blood on his face.
He stopped for a moment to listen to his son's last words. Then, he started walking again. He didn't turn around, not because he didn't care, but because he cared too much.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 8, 2011 21:29:47 GMT -6
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Amidst the crowd of relieved children, some giving hugs, some offering to continue following and continue spying, Alister watched the unicorn man go.
It wasn't over, he knew. Not by a long shot.
He turned to walk back into the shop. A blonde teenager blocked his way. He knew what was coming next, but didn't bother to avoid it. He knew he deserved it.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 8, 2011 21:30:09 GMT -6
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It should have been happy, but it all felt hollow.
They chose wood and a pattern to make a crib.
He picked out a second anniversary gift.
They started packing a bag for the hospital, even though it was much too early.
She visited Dr. Ingram to find out how pregnancy might affect her other condition.
Meanwhile, he was fired from the Kabal. An indirect comment and a too short explanation were all he got for severance.
All of it was hollow.
Jude had left their family, and all that remained in his place was a gaping void that could not be filled. Sebastian stumbled through the motions, but felt numb through it all. He had failed his son. He hadn't loved him enough, hadn't provided him with what he needed, and so he had left. He didn't deserve to be a father at all.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 8, 2011 21:30:36 GMT -6
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Time dragged on.
Without clinic, classes, or the Kabal to keep him busy, there was nothing he could do but make sure his wife had everything she could ever need or want.
And sometimes she needed him to get out of her hair.
The unicorn man walked, not paying attention to where he went. One foot in front of the other. Walked and walked.
Streets and alleys, docks and wharfs, parks and shops, apartments and schools, millions of people. All of them passed by him without the unicorn so much as registering them.
Televisions blared in electronics store windows. People pointed and stared. He didn't care. He just kept walking.
It was nearly dark by the time he got back. Sebastian was instantly on the alert. After hours, days, of numbness every nerve was on edge. Someone had moved his car and broken the lock clean off the back door.
Sebastian raced up the stairs.
“Maya? … Maya!”
The apartment door stood wide open. Splinters and stuffing were strewn about the floor. Drawers stood open. Their overnight bag sat at the foot of the bed, half packed with extra shirts hanging messily out the side.
“Maya!”
She wasn't in the Jude's old room, or in Svetlana's. She wasn't in the kitchen, family room, or bathroom.
She wasn't anywhere.
Still standing in the bathroom, Sebastian grasped for his phone. Dialed the store. No answer. The mansion. Haven't seen her. Her father. Voice mail.
Hands shaking, Sebastian hung up, dropped the phone not caring that it landed in the sink. She had disappeared. Stolen away in the night and he hadn't been there to protect her.
His own morbid reflection stared back, a hollow empty shell of a man who couldn't even take care of his own family. He lashed at it, breaking the glass with both fists, bloodying both hands on the shards of his reflection. Red streaks on his wrists ran parallel to the wet lines on his face sank to his knees and held his head in his broken hands.
From outside he could hear sirens. It didn't matter.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 8, 2011 21:34:03 GMT -6
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The red on his hands was dark against his pale skin as the unicorn man walked out the front door of the clinic. Red and blue alternated to illuminate the street. The police hid behind their ineffective hand guns in a semi circle around the door.
One of the police held up a bullhorn. “Put your hands in the air! Sebastian Csendes, you are under arrest for the manufacture and distribution of the street drug known as 'M' You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can...”
The unicorn man shook his head at them, but obediently raised his hands. Other voices yelled around Sebastian.
“He's got blood all over his hands!”
“Check upstairs!”
One of the cops approached slowly, handcuffs held out. Sebastian lowered his hands to chest level to ward him away, “Please, wait. I need to get to my son. He needs my help.”
“Shut it! You're coming with us. Now.”
“You don't understand, I can't go right now! Jude needs my help! My son needs me!”
“Family's missing,” someone called, “apartment's trashed. The whole clinic is stuffed with the drugs. It looks like he was trying to make a getaway.”
The cop with the cuffs lunged toward him, Sebastian stepped out of the way and the cop sent himself sprawling.
“I'm sorry,” the immortal apologized, “but I can't let you...”
Burning hot electricity sparked through his body, starting at his back and spreading out, searing every nerve with blinding white.
“Apparently tasers work on unicorns,” someone sounded a little surprised by that fact.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 8, 2011 21:34:26 GMT -6
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Sebastian woke up in the back of a vehicle as it rolled to a stop. He body still felt like it was crackling all over, but now it was with his own cold healing energy. He remained laying down and kept his eyes shut. He had to escape. Jude's life might depend on it.
Muffled voices from outside the car. A shadow paused on the other side of the door.
“He's still out.”
“Be ready, just in case.”
Sebastian lay still. He remained completely limp as they opened the door, pulled at his armpits, and maneuvered his body into some kind of dragging position.
He let them think that he really was still unconscious. Until they let their guard down.
One of them reached for his arm. Sebastian met his nose with his palm, then swung his arm around, hitting the other in the windpipe. Before they both realized that they were only dazed, he was on his feet and running. Adrenaline and surprise were useful tools.
Shouting, gunshots, and a bullet or two in the shoulder and back didn't slow him down in the least. He dodged into an alley, clambered up onto a dumpster, and launched himself over the chain link fence that closed off the back. From there he kept twisting, turning, and doubling back until he no longer heard sirens and was absolutely certain he had lost them.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 8, 2011 21:35:09 GMT -6
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When he arrived, the windows of Future Site were all darkened. The door hung ominously ajar. The unicorn man, blood stained and exhausted, pushed it the rest of the way open and went inside.