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.
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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.
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Posted by Cold Steel on Jun 26, 2012 13:29:12 GMT -6
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Beep Beep Beep
There was that sound again, it was always going off unwelcome he opened his eye slightly and rolled over slamming it shut leaving nothing but blackness. He was tired and sore, far more so than usual. His limbs felt heavy as he moved and his side hurt when he rolled onto it. Did he get into a fight when he was sleeping? Sam pulled the pillow over his head trying to recall the events from the night before. Sam couldn’t remember what time he touched down on his bed.
Beep Beep Beep
Moving both hands Sam reached for the pillow and the other hand reached out to the alarm clock. Pulling his pillow over his face and at the same time he silenced the noise that was trying to wake him from his short sleep. He groaned again, he didn’t want to wake up but he knew he had to there was work to be done and some paper work he was sure he had to sign he had been gone for the weekend after all.
Pushing himself up he spotted his clothes and boots on the floor muddied he got in late that was all he could remember. He spent his past weekend up north again, Canada up north. The smell of burning wood still tickled his nostrils as he attempted to rub the sleep out of his eye. Looking around the room it was clear that Gawain and the other kids did as they were told. Take care of Cammie and Bruno while he was gone, feed them care for them and clean for them.
Turning his body and setting his feet down from the bed he slowly rose and took a step tripping over one of his shoes sending him to the floor with a loud thud. Pain shot out through his body his neck down to his toes screamed as he turned over and let out a curse through clenched teeth. It wasn’t a sharp pain more like a lingering pain you get from working out and over exerting yourself for a long period of time. He had this pain before however he had not really felt it till the he hit the ground.
Grunting again and letting out a long sigh he slowly stood up and walked to his bathroom for his morning routine which included; a hot shower (should help with the soreness of his muscles), teeth cleaning and (on occasions such as this pain medications). He yawned again once he was fully clothed and looked around for Cammie and Bruno. Neither was in his room, which meant they were probably staying in someone else’s room. It hadn’t been unheard of but he knew that Cammie hated leaving her domain unattended for anything longer than a day.
It took him a few minutes to get down to the kitchen but the smell of coffee was calling him and he knew there would be some breakfast left out if he timed it before the rush of kids got to it first. A cup of black brew and a plate full of pancakes looked back up at him. He yawned again and slowly started to pick at the pancakes his stomach growling in delight.
"Hey!" Gawain reached over the table and pulled the pancakes away from the X-team leader. He was apparently not fully awake yet. "Those ain't for you Sam. Good morning by the way. Coffee?"
The young knight was having an early morning; he was already done with a training session and stopping by at the kitchen to snatch up some of Miss T's breakfast before he went on with his day. The appearance of Sam threw him off a bit; the team leader had been away a lot lately and one could never expect when he would show up again.
"So, what's up?" he inquired sipping his own coffee "How have you been?"
Posted by Cold Steel on Jul 6, 2012 12:43:04 GMT -6
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His one eye blinked groggily and Sam was tempted to shoot a cold blast in the direction of his gender-shifting friend, teammate and student, yeah that would teach him. He was about to fire a round of cold when he heard the words coffee, yeah that was enough to put his student back in his favor. ”Yeah.” was all he could muster realizing that the meal before him must have been Gawain’s.
It took Sam a few moments to answer him; but coffee now in hand and a quick sip loosened his lips, ”Woke up today, so it is off to a good start.” he realized he had heard the phrase before and he suddenly felt old for saying it.
Taking another sip and running his fingers through his hair he added, ”Been good, went camping Friday, Canada north not much for the country itself but the scenery is nice.” he paused and took another sip of coffee another sip quickly reminiscing walking through the frozen woods with nothing more than a hunting knife some alcohol and some cooking utensils anything more and it would have been cheating a good weekend.
Sam frowned into his cup realizing he had drunk already more than half of his cup. Going over to the pot he poured some more and walked (with a slight limp) to the fridge. ”Makes for a nice three day weekend though…” he had gotten back late last night and he was sore all over he chalked it up to a poor bed of snow next time he would need to thicken it more.
”How have you been?” Sam said as he pulled out some milk and went for the bowls and cereal now that he no longer had a plate of pancakes in front of him.
>>”Woke up today, so it is off to a good start. Been good, went camping Friday, Canada north not much for the country itself but the scenery is nice. Makes for a nice three day weekend though… How have you been?”
Gawain's eyes narrowed as he watched Sam hobble over to the counter. Was it really just three days? He remembered the leader being away a bit longer than that. It was a personal trip, so it really wasn't the young knight's business. But that had never stopped him before.
"Been wrestling bears while out there?" he smirked, sipping his coffee. Sam did look like a man who spent some time in the wilderness He certainly drank coffee like one. "Or are Canadian women just that feisty?"
Posted by Cold Steel on Jul 22, 2012 10:05:34 GMT -6
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Sam shook his head (despite his headache) with a small smirk, ”Wolves.” back at the table taking another sip Sam loomed over his bowl of cereal his hand on the spoon as he recalled the events of his getaway. He recalled the ride on his bike the wind forcing the clothes on his body to pull tight around him making him more aerodynamic as he sped along the expressway. He remembered the tollbooth to get across the border and he remembered the fire and the wolf.
Sam blinked with his eye and stared at the cereal lost in thought. That was all that he could remember, he remembered it snowed at some point and he had ran through the woods for some reason, was he running with the wolf he saved? ”No…” he paused to dwell on his memories, ”No women…” he closed his eye for a second and an image flashed in the darkness for a brief second and he jerked his head suddenly.
Opening his eye he saw nothing but Gawain and the kitchen and the food before him. His head was hurting worse now and he closed his eye trying to see if he saw what he thought he saw again. ”Eyes…” Sam said recalling the brief image he just saw familiar ones. He couldn’t place them but he had seen them before. ”Can’t remember much…” he said.
Sam lifted the spoon to his mouth and he took a bite. It was then he realized how hungry he was. Sam devoured the bowl within seconds. His stomach growled and he found himself getting another bowl and that bowl only lasted seconds. It was like he hadn’t eaten anything in days.
Posted by Cold Steel on Aug 1, 2012 12:19:58 GMT -6
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Three bowls of cereal and his hunger subsided he poured a forth and slowed down his food consumption. Sam was still dwelling on his weekend he was only gone for three days right? Why couldn’t he remember anything? He didn’t have that much to drink. Sipping his coffee he looked up to Gawain, ”Didn’t fight any of them, at least I don’t think I did…” he recalled brief flashes from that which seemed almost like a dream. ‘He conjured an ice sword, he pointed it at something, what he couldn’t see it was too foggy…’ Sam sipped his coffee again looking from his cup to Gawain.
”Few hours north of the border where I camp, wolves don’t really fear man too much never had too many encounters…” Sam said as an explanation for his wolf comment. ”There was one stuck in a bear trap, latched onto its foot.” he said trailing off again thinking about the wolf scared and angry trying to pull away with a yelp every time it pulled at the trap. ”I freed it after sometime and bound its paw, then…” he took a sip of his coffee like he took a swig of his bottle back then.
”Whiskey, I brought some with me.” Sam scrunched up his face and tried to think more about the weekend. His head started to hurt again. Setting his mug down he brought the hand to his temple and winced. The pressure was back his head started to hurt again and he saw it again when he closed his eye. That’s when he saw it again, a pair of eyes staring at him. He had seen them countless times before, but from where. Just like his hazy dreams every time he thought more on the subject it slipped from his grasp.
Most of the pain subsided when he stopped thinking about the eyes and his weekend almost instantly. Sam frowned again and took a sip of coffee trying to collect his thoughts again. ”What day is it?” he asked Gawain hoping he had an answer he didn’t want to hear maybe he was just drunk for his entire absence.
>>”Didn’t fight any of them, at least I don’t think I did… Few hours north of the border where I camp, wolves don’t really fear man too much never had too many encounters… There was one stuck in a bear trap, latched onto its foot... I freed it after sometime and bound its paw, then…”
"All right all right I get it" Gawain sighed, setting down the coffee mug. Now he was paying attention. Something was off about Sam, and Mirror found himself to be in the distressing situation of being the only reasonable adult to deal with the X-team leader's confusion. Oh joy. And he thought not having him around was hard.
>>”Whiskey, I brought some with me. What day is it?”
"Tuesday morning" he informed Sam, walking around the table to look at him more closely "Ya sure you're okay? I mean, a weekend drunk, in Canada, with wolves... what the hell, Sam?"
Posted by Cold Steel on Aug 8, 2012 11:31:48 GMT -6
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Sam closed his eye and exhaled, not the answer he wanted to hear. ”R&R, the whiskey and what he was doing up there. I didn’t bring enough whiskey to keep me under longer than a few hours, no reason I should have blacked out.”[/color] Sam thought about it again and tried to remember his head started to hurt again, every time he tried to scratch the memory of the past weekend it scratched back harder. ”few hours but… ” placing his hand on his head he ran his fingers the room was starting spin on him and his vision started to blur.
Instinctively he fought it and grabbed the table to keep himself righted, the coffee spilled in the process. The room stopped moving when he was focused on his headache, the majority of the pain receded and he shook his head again. ”Strange,” he thought aloud and looked at the spilled coffee in somewhat of a daze then back to Gawain. ”Should go see Doc…”
Sam pushed himself up from the table and wobbled a bit once he got to his feet it seemed equilibrium hadn’t set in since his last headache. Sam lost his footing and caught himself on the table as he tried to stand. Catching himself he breathed and stood upright this time more surefooted than before. His eye fixed on the door he tried not to think about anything else other than the infirmary where Doc was, he had to get to Doc.
Something was definitely wrong. Forgetting about coffee and breakfast, Gawain frowned as Sam spilled his coffee and looked like he was about to faint. This was not good at all. He had not seen Sam so out of it before.
>>”Strange... Should go see Doc…”
"Damn right ya should" Gawain nodded "C'mon I'll walk you there."
He was in no condition to wander around by himself; whatever was wrong Doc would know it. Holding Sam by the arm Gawain walked him out of the kitchen and towards the Infirmary.
Posted by Cold Steel on Aug 14, 2012 9:54:02 GMT -6
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The walk down the hallway took far longer than expected the more he thought about his headaches and what might have happened during his little camping trip the more the ground seemed to move under his feet. The house was shaking as far as Sam was concerned and once or twice he almost lost control and collapsed due to him losing his footing. If Gawain wasn’t there he was pretty sure it would have taken him an hour, if he got there at all.
Sweat started to form on his brow as he leaned on his friend and student, ”One step, one more…” Sam said aloud coaching himself to move forward. Despite his current delirium onset by the pain in his head, the more he thought about the eyes and the weekend the worse his condition got. He had a fever now and his body started to get heavy, leaning more on Gawain and walking forward Doc’s office soon came into view.
It was still early and the need for Doc this early wasn’t too common so there was no one in the infirmary at least not until Sam stumbled in under his walking crutch. ”Got to see Doc, eyes.” he said again muttering off to himself looking around for the healer, he’d have all the answers at least that was what Sam had hoped.
Falling forward and stumbling pulling his crutch with him into the infirmary Sam looked around with his good eye, every second he spent trying not to think about the weekend what he did or what he had seen, every second was spent on thinking of just that. His head hurt even if he focused on the pain trying to flush all other thoughts out it didn’t seem to work. The room was spinning and all three Doc’s were in view. Sam leaned forward puked the cups of coffee and the food he had just consumed moments before and passed out.
“What the—What’s wrong with him!?!” Doc asked rushing over to Sam as he started to slump forward putting weight on Gawain. “Not another exercise with poison darts was it?” Doc’s hands were already on Sam’s head trying to figure out what had happened.
“Quick get him on the bed over there!” Doc pointed to the bed and rushed over to the cupboard and found a saline bag. “He is dehydrated, what happened?” Doc asked again as he started to set up for an IV. Another second passed and Doc placed his hand on Sam’s chest and his head once again trying to find the source of the problem so he could do what he did best heal.
It was about time they headed for the infirmary, Sam looked like he was about ready to faint. Gawain frowned and tried his best to move fast and keep him steady at the same time With a bulky guy like Sam, that was far from easy, even though Gawain had grown a lot stronger, thanks to training with the same Sam.
They barely made it to the infirmary when Sam threw up his meager breakfast and blacked out.
>>“What the—What’s wrong with him!?! Not another exercise with poison darts was it? Quick get him on the bed over there! He is dehydrated, what happened?”
"Honestly?" Gawain grunted, hauling Sam onto the bed "I got no clue. He's gone for the weekend, came back today, has no memories of what he did apart from Canada, wolves, camping, and drinking, and then his head started to hurt, and here we are."
Backing away from the bed to allow space for Doc, he folded his arms and looked more tha worried.
Posted by Cold Steel on Aug 18, 2012 23:47:22 GMT -6
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Gawain didn’t know how Sam became so dehydrated. A second passed and Doc knew all that ailed Sam. He was exhausted, dehydrated, suffered from multiple migraines, dozen of bruises some more visible than others (this one wasn’t too out of the ordinary). However there was nothing that could have caused any of the blackout or the issues Sam was having before.
Looking from Sam to Gawain Doc shook his head, “I don’t know…” he hadn’t seen anything like this before. Doc looked back to Sam and checked his vitals again, the pressure Sam was experiencing with the migraines seemed to be dissipating. That was good. Doc looked back to Gawain and continued, “No trace of any bite wounds, or alcohol, however there was something interesting with his head, brain in particular. It could explain why he was all over the place.”
Doc walked to the IV back and upped the flow of the dose, “Pressure in a few key places of his brain, however it seems the pressure is subsiding, as of right now he is stabilizing shouldn’t be much longer till he comes to we can talk to him then, now how long did you see him before he started to act strange, well Strange for Sam?”
The patch of skin where he was scarred when Sam’s eye was removed itched, he wanted to scratch it but his arms felt heavy. He could almost sleep but there was something keeping him awake, in particular voices. Not the usual voices he heard when he was going to sleep, this wasn’t his inner voice this was someone else’s. They seemed far away and close at the same time like they were sitting next to him. His finger twitched, and he felt an ache in his head one that reminded him of all that had happened in the past few hours.
His right eye opened and he was in a familiar place Doc’s infirmary. Lifting his head he spotted Doc and Gawain talking about something, what it was he couldn’t tell not yet it seemed when he opened his eye his hearing had to recalibrate or something. ”Blacked out didn’t I?” Sam heard himself asking as he breathed out of his mouth and tasted vomit. He ignored it and tried to sit up but found Doc pushing him back down urging him to rest. ”Doc, something is up.” Sam said feeling a familiar and constant pain in his head again, ”Gawain, get Jorge on the line.” Sam placed a hand on his head and noticed the needle. ”Painkillers, gonna need them.” Sam said to Doc.
Sam was slowly regaining consciousness, and DocProf had no idea what was wrong. Hearing those words from a mutant healer proved to be worse than hearing them for any normal doctor. Gawain continued frowning.
>>”Blacked out didn’t I? Doc, something is up. Gawain, get Jorge on the line. Painkillers, gonna need them.”
"Aye aye captain" the young knight muttered, reaching for his phone as he stepped out of the Infirmary to call the MRC cop. Jorge was a trustworthy man and part of the X-team; even though Gawain was not sure how he could help Sam's sickness, at least it was good to know a responsible grown-up was available to deal with things instead of the team leader, for now. Gawain only had so much free time on his schedule...
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Jorge
Something was going on. Normally Jorge was no stranger to getting calls in the morning, in middle of the night, or at dawn, (he was a cop and an X-Man now), but he knew that something had to be up when Mirror called him on his X-Communicator. At first he didn’t know what the problem was, but then he dropped Sam’s name. The leader of the X-Men was apparently having some type of trouble, though Jorge couldn’t make heads of tails of it over the communicator.
He would just have to find out when he got there.
It was a quick trip from the his apartment to the Mansion, a route that he knew well since he travelled it enough times. His black Chevy Impala moved fast through the streets until finally it carried him all the way to the front gates of the mansion. Within moments he was out of his car, being waved through security, and made a beeline through the front doors.
It was still early but it looked almost as if the detective had been up for hours already. Dressed in a black shirt, jeans, and leather jacket, the man looked as if he had spent most of the night patrolling the streets. His dark stubble was persistent upon his chin and neck while his salt-and-peppered colored hair was feathered back to look both messy and yet kept. His badge, deflecting a hint of gold whenever it caught light, sat motionless on his belt as the man moved directly for the infirmary.
Passing people he knew, and some he didn’t, he waved and continued on until finally the detective/X-Man managed to make his way to DocProf’s office. His mind raced as he tried to piece together what Gawain said, something about Sam being gone, blacking out, not remembering his weekend, and being bad shape. Horrible things, but what could Jorge do? He wasn’t a doctor. Still, he would try.
Within moments the man stepped into the room and eyed the obviously sick looking Sam, a worried Gawain, and a perplexed DocProf. This was definitely going to be interesting…
Jorge nodded to Gawain and DocProf before he turned his attention to the Team Leader. “Sam,” said with a nod. “You look like s***.”
