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.
Hunter had indeed been kidding about the cage. Really, Kane had just taken him back to the barracks, and looked a little confused about what to with a manly light red parakeet until Frank Newton had walked in, taken one look at Calley’s amazing para-puppy (or would it be pupakeet?) eyes, and taken the bird off of Kane’s hands. And straight into his next mission. Because, really, Calley hadn't already done an excellent job last night at the Mansion raid--he needed to go and spy at the Sanctuary raid, too, and all without getting a meal in. This, children, was the reason why Calley was so scrawny.
At least it had been fun. And he'd eaten a pigeon while he was out, so that made everything better. Plus Frank had lent him a spare pair of clothes when he got back. Which was nice, what with Calley's general aversion to running around naked when in human form. Frank was quickly becoming Calley’s favorite Triforce member. Charles was awesome because of his name, Nicholas was fun because he was amazingly easy to tease, but Frank had uttered about five words since Calley had met him. He had sort of a sort of a silent-stoic cool-on. And he had yet to look at Calley with anything besides utter professional indifference. That was much nicer than the cringing-loathing Charles got in his eyes every time Calley came into sight, or the way Nicholas secured his cell phone and valuables. Calley only stole from the guy because he liked him. That, and because it was remarkably easy to misplace the man’s possessions into his own innocent hands.
In any case, Calley was now wandering around a small lounge-library tucked behind a door in one of Mondragon Labs’ faceless white corridors. He was barefoot. Or he would be, if his current pants weren’t swimming over his feet. The clothes Frank had found for him? A spare guard uniform. Hunter’s guards were not built like Calley was built. Calley was built like... like a greyhound. Yeah. A little, lean, useful greyhound. Hunter’s guards were built like athletic wolves raised on a diet of protein shakes and steroids. Therefore, Calley’s pants were swimming over his feet, and he himself was drowning. Frank had been nice enough to include a belt with the pants. Honestly, he could have used another one for the neck of the shirt.
Shrugging his shoulder back into the billowing fabric, he unhappily snatched a dull-looking gray-covered book down from the shelves.
Happy now?
Very.
It was a book on Algebra. Quite possibly the only book in this library that was more useful as kindling than as literature. But he and Slate had come to a compromise about the whole education situation: if Slate got to look at stupid boring books, then Calley got to look at awesome gory wonderful pictures. He took the Algebra book back to the nice comfy over-stuffed chair where he’d left his happy book, and curled up with the both of them. Then he and Slate settled down for one of the oddest study sessions ever: a paragraph of Algebra, then a full-color page of Comparative Anatomy.
...Take the inverse operation, and we find that c equals—
Sweet! Slate Slate Slate—look! Cats have really cool intestines.
—seven. Plugging this into our second equation—
SPLEEN!
They held the books stacked one on top of the other, resting against their tucked-up legs. Their eyes flicked back and forth between the texts like some peoples’ eyes flicked through sentences. All in all, they looked quite comfortable where they were.
Katrina woke up from her cat nap feeling refreshed. This time she was on the bed instead of under it and remembered where she was. Not that she really knew exactly where she was, but she remembered at least how she had gotten there.
She checked her watch, normally she'd be in math right now. This was the second day in a row she hadn't had to go to math class. Maybe she'd never have to go again! It looked like Xavier's school wasn't going to be holding classes any time soon and she couldn't go home in case her powers got out of control and her father found out about them. Her mother had told her that young mutants often lost control of their powers before they were trained and it could sometimes get dangerous. She'd have to find someone who could train her. Mr. Antonytail had been talking about helping people control their powers, maybe she would talk to him about it, or some of the teachers from the mansion could probably help, except that Katrina didn't know who they were.
Thinking about her parents had reminded Katrina that her mother was supposed to call the school tonight to check on her. Except that she doesn't know I'm not at the school anymore, Katrina thought, if I only had a cell phone.
Katrina wandered out into the stark hallway and looked both ways. She didn't see a phone and she couldn't remember the way she had come to get here. She shrugged and decided to go left.
She wandered around for quite some time without seeing anyone. Most of the doors were closed, and Katrina assumed they were other plain bedrooms like her own, which she remembered was number 204, the same as the band room back at school. She took another left turn and noticed that one of the doors in this hall was ajar. The room was labeled on a small plaque next to the door frame. "Library," Katrina read. Well that was more interesting than any of the other doors she had seen. She liked to read, especially fantasy books as well as books about horses or music. They might even have a music library where she could find new oboe music to play! Katrina pushed open the door.
It was a relatively small library, but it did have a fireplace and several comfy looking chairs facing the fireplace on the opposite wall. The chairs were the only furniture Katrina had seen in the whole complex so far that looked like they were built for comfort instead of utility. She would have to try those out, but first, the books.
Katrina wandered in amongst the shelves and quickly scanned them to see what types of books there were. She couldn't find a children's or young adult's section or a section for sheet music, but there was a section full of animal books. Katrina found one called "The Encyclopedia of the Horse" and carried it over to the chairs. She walked around one of the high backed armchairs with the hope of sitting in it, but there was already someone curled up there, a boy with brownish hair and baggy clothes.
"Oh, sorry," Katrina said, startled. "I didn't realize anyone was here." Then, because she was tired of meeting new people who didn't introduce themselves right away she added, "I'm Katrina, by the way."
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Calley and Slate looked up from their books to Katrina—curiously and without focus—and greeted her warmly and impartially: “Hello.” ...Okay, that was weird. ...Agreed.. Calley cleared their throat, (requisitioned their vocal chords,) and tried again: “Hello! I’m Calley. Are you new here?” Looking at the tweenager he’d helped to pick up that morning, he realized... he had no clue what his back story was supposed to be, now that all the people he’d told different things to were so neatly being brought together into the same location. Errhm... He was going to have to talk with the Scary Boss Man about that. Mostly, he decided to not say anything much about himself for the moment. Since that was a habit of his, it wasn’t hard. He looked down at the book in her hand. Horses, eh? I should get a horse form. That’d be cool. Slate’s train of thoughts froze, metaphorically turning to stare at the clutter. “Do you like mathematics?”
The clutter felt a little like Slate had hit them with a hammer to get them to back down. What the hell, Slate? You really hate horses that much?
We do not know her power.
Your point?
What is the reason we did not return to breakfast, in human form?
Because Nicki’s a scary telepath and she might get a read on us? It still took a second for the clutter to get it. Then they went, Oh.
And Slate went, Please, allow me to handle this, and try not to think of anything that could screw us over if the girl can read our minds.
The clutter allowed itself to get shoved to the background, with a last quip of, We’d probably just give her a headache.
The exchange had taken far less than a second to complete. Slate smiled a very slight smile at the girl, and waited for her to answer their chimera question: Did she like mathematics?
The boy in the chair looked up from his book. Books? “Hello. Hello! I’m Calley. Are you new here?” Katrina nodded, but before she could elaborate the boy was asking another question, “Do you like mathematics?”
Katrina wrinkled her nose. “No way. I hope I never have another math class in my life.” Was he crazy? Who liked math?
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((ooc: "a^2" means "a squared". )
Slate tilted his head curiously at the girl’s clear suspicion. “Of course. It makes quite an interesting game.” He tilted his book so that she could see it (and unceremoniously shut Calley’s, displacing the Comparative Anatomy text to a nearby table). “Look at this. It is wrong, but the challenge is to figure out why.”
On the page was a mathematical proof. It was, perhaps, not the sort of math that Katrina would be used to seeing.
Let a and b both equal 1. Then a = b a^2 = ab a^2 – b^2 = ab – b^2 (a + b)(a – b) = b(a – b) (a + b) = b 1 + 1 = 1 2 = 1
Slate stared down at the problem, clearly puzzled. In a pleasant sort of way. “Perhaps I have not had enough math to understand it. Can you figure it out, Katrina?”
Katrina peered at it, nose wrinkled. Why did they have to do all that fancy stuff with substituting numbers for letters? At least if she didn’t understand it she wouldn’t be marked down or anything.
At first the numbers seemed to jumble up with the letters when she read them. Except the last two lines. “2=1. That’s not right.”
Katrina tried to remember her math strategies. “First look at one line at a time,” she thought out loud. She covered up the problem except for the first line. “A equals b, that makes sense because they are both 1. Next line a squared equals a times b. That’s the same as 1x1=1x1 or 1=1.” She uncovered another line, “Then the subtract b squared from both sides. B squared is 1x1 also, so this line means 1x1 – 1x1 = 1x1 – 1x1. But that’s the same as 1-1, so now both sides equal zero.”
She uncovered the fourth line. Now here was a stumbling block. “Umm. I don’t know how they got to this next line,” Katrina admitted. She looked up at Calley, would he give her the answer? No? So many math teachers would.
“Maybe if we just put the numbers in instead of the letters?” It was working so far, maybe it would work for this step too. “The parenthesis mean do what’s on the inside first, then multiply, I think.” Katrina shrugged, they would go with it. If it was wrong it didn’t really matter. Like Calley said, it was more like a puzzle than math she had to do for class.
“So, this line with the numbers would be 1+1 times 1-1 equals 1 times 1-1 or 2x0=1x0, so both sides are still zero.”
She uncovered the next line, now there were less numbers. How did they get to this step? She looked back up to the previous line. “Now the (a-b) part is gone from both sides. So they must have subtracted it from both sides, and since it was zero they subtracted now it equals 2 plus 1.” Katrina was still puzzled, that didn’t seem right still.
“Between the fourth and fifth line is where the two sides aren’t the same any more, but I still don’t understand how they got from the third line to the fourth.” Katrina shrugged, it was all she could do. At least it wasn’t for a grade.
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Slate was, frankly, entranced by the young lady’s walk through of the problem. The way she modeled her thoughts was quite easy to follow—and, he was unafraid to admit to himself, it was an approach he would never have taken. He was... not the best at trying a problem from multiple approaches. Understatement, much? Slate shoved the clutter back into its belligerently jibbering corner of their mind, and focused his full attention on the girl’s method of solving.
“1+1 times 1-1 equals 1 times 1-1 or 2x0=1x0”, she had said... and to get to the next step, the authors had subtracted 0...
In the back of their mind, Calley quizzically buzzed. Literally. Bzzt! Then he raised his hand, and started waving it. Metaphorically.
...What do you want?
That’s wrong. What’s she doing subtracting?
...Calley, please. Leave the math to those of us who are studying it.
Pfft. Like you know more than me.
It’s about then that they were hit with a mutual understanding: the “sharing the same memories” thing had further implications than they’d realized. Calley’s erratic page-flipping Comparative Anatomy study had left Slate with a patchwork visual grasp of certain animal entrails. And Slate’s focus on the Algebra book had left Calley... with a surprising amount of understanding for basic problem solving.
Whoot! In your face, Slate! I know this better than you!
...Really.
Ye unbeliever. I shall prove it! Verily, I point out to thee: what is the inverse operation of multiplication?
“Division,” Slate said, slowly drawing out the word as he tapped the line in the problem where Katrina’s logic had broken down. “We have to divide, to get that zero off. Division by zero...”
In yo face! Punk.
“...Is apparently quite troublesome. I do believe a part of me remembers reading that.” He glanced up at Katrina, waiting to see if the girl would agree with his reasoning. Somehow, he did not fully trust anything that was said by that smugly grinning bundle of thoughts in the back of his own mind.
"Oh. It was multiplied by zero, so you have divide, not subtract. I remember that now. And that's why it gets all messed up with one being equal to two." Katrina nodded, agreeing with Calley and with herself. That wasn't so bad. As long as you remembered all the rules, solving the problem was a little bit like figuring out a riddle, which was way better than the math she did back at school.
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Slate nodded his head as he heard his own logic from the girl's mouth. They were clearly agreed, then. Lightly, he closed the book. Now that the problem was complete, he could turn his focus to Katrina. "Where you brought here to be sheltered from the registration process?" He asked, filling his voice with a degree of friendly curiosity. "If I may ask, what is your gift?"
In the back of their mind, Calley made gagging noises over the word "gift". Cute, Slate. Why call it what it is, when you can call it a "gift"? We're just a bunch of Gifted people, around here...
Calley had closed the book, it seemed that they were done with math for now. “Where you brought here to be sheltered from the registration process?”
Katrina nodded then added, “Well, I was supposed to start going to school at Xavier’s.”
"If I may ask, what is your gift?"he asked with a note of curiosity in his voice.
Katrina thought about it for a moment. Gift? Was that what it was called? It sounded better than Power, anyway.
“Well, I’m not really sure because I’ve only ever done anything twice” she replied slowly. “The first time was when I was asleep. I was dreaming about flying purple elephants with calculators and my mom saw the elephants too, even though she was awake.” Katrina peered at Calley, trying to gauge if he thought she was crazy for this. It would only be fair though, because Katrina thought he was a little crazy for studying math for fun.
Katrina continued, “The second time, I was afraid and I’m not sure what happened exactly. It was when the school got attacked. I was hiding in the mansion, and somehow the police officer that searched my room didn’t see me, even though he looked right at me. I haven’t ever done anything while I was trying to do it though. I still need a lot more practice.”
It still seemed a little strange to be talking about being a mutant, since she had only just discovered that she was one the previous day. Was this the way mutants introduced each other?
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Calley was grabbing the Comparative Anatomy book off of the table so fast that Slate never stood a chance of stopping him. He didn't bother taking full control of their body; most notably, he left Slate in control of their vocal chords. He only claimed their hands and eyes for himself. In the sudden excited buzz from the clutter, Slate could not make out what their aim was.
Therefore, Slate was left in the awkward position of attempting to carry on a conversation while his body was clearly paying its full attention to a book.
...We appear to be a lunatic. Is this your wish?
Ssssssh.[/i] The clutter infuriatingly replied. It's Calley's happy think-time now.
...Slate borrowed a page from the clutter's book: he simply ignored the reality of this situation. In a move that perhaps would look surreal to an outside observer, the teenager curled up on the chair intently reading a college textbook continued to carry on a fully engaged conversation.
"My gift," he answered with only the barest of pauses from when the girl had asked the question (approximately the span of time it took for him to grab the textbook, actually), "is to shift to a Bengal tiger. Additionally," he added deliberately, "I can heal physical wounds." That last bit of information was not strictly necessary. Slate, however, had found that being acknowledged was a pleasant feeling.
Found it! Slate, scoot!
...What did you just order me to--?
Less insulted over-inflated dignity, more shutting up. Back back back!
The clutter excitedly shouldered past a speechlessly indignant train of thought to take full control of their mind. Calley looked up from his book, one finger twitchily tapping over a paragraph, and asked: "Do you think you can mess with people's eyes? See, look--I was reading this one section, and see--that would explain both of the things you did: if you can mess with eyes, you can make them see things or not see things. What do you think?"
Calley… was a strange one. He very suddenly grabbed his book and started reading in the middle of talking to her. He didn’t even pause in their conversation, but his eyes were clearly scanning the pages rapidly. Very calmly and without acknowledging his behavior, he calmly explained his power to shift to tiger and to heal.
“Cool,” Katrina responded.
Then, Calley’s whole attitude changed. He suddenly became very excited and started pointing excitedly to the book and talking very fast. Could she be affecting people’s eyes?
Katrina looked at the page he was pointing to. It gave a detailed description of how eyes worked: they let in light, which were sensed by receptors in the back of the eye, then sent a message to the brain to interpret the images.
“Hmm. That would explain it, I think. It’s kind of like a mirage in the desert, or an illusion. Because I don’t actually create anything real, people can just see it. Hmm, I wonder how I can make it work on purpose instead of by accident. The first time I don’t know what I did because I was asleep, but the second time I was sort of imagining myself as invisible and repeating ‘Don’t see me’ in my head. What do you think? How did you make your gift work at the very beginning?”
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Calley shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He seemed to recall a little something about the last time he’d gone into his past with a friendly-seeming girl in the Labs. Namely, he’d been helping Doc Jimmy test out a torture device before the day was out. Suffice it to say that he felt a minor aversion to speech on any topic relating to himself. But it wasn’t really the talking to Kitra part that had gotten him in trouble; more of the Kitra deciding to show off to the Order members and getting her ass kicked and then calling for help part. Yeah.
So.
With a great act of self-restraint, he moderated his squirming down to mere fidgeting. Mostly, he started compulsively running his finger over a corner of the book, so that he made just the corners of a few pages start flipping up and down, up and down, up and— “Umm, I didn’t do anything special, really. I just sorta woke up one morning and I wasn’t human.” I was a mouse. That mouse that I’d caught in my room the night before and had snuck a cookie to and sort of played with a little before my big sister glared at me and tossed it outside. And when I woke up, I couldn’t move ‘cause I had no clue how to control the form yet, and she came in to drag me out of bed for school because she just thought I was trying to sleep in and she found me and she tossed me outside. And it took three hours before I could turn back. I missed the bus. These were unnecessary details. Calley hadn’t ever told them to anyone, and while he sort of felt the compulsive urge to spill them out, he didn’t go with it. It just… wasn’t worth it. Back to things that were relevant: “With me, I can just sort of feel it when I’m ready to shift. There’s like a clicky switch in my head that resets. Umm, but I guess the healing thing—it’s kinda newer—that takes… focus.” Indeed. “I have to really concentrate on what I’m doing, or I could bust myself up even worse instead of healing. Healing and breaking are pretty much the same thing, did you know that?” He twitched, settling resettling himself on the chair. That last bit? Not necessary. Must stick to minimal information. That was the way this game was played. “Would you like to sit down, at all?” He motioned to the chairs near his own. “These things are really comfortable.”
“So, I’m guessing your ‘gift’ is a concentrationy thing, maybe… Would you like to try it, a little?” He shut the comparative anatomy book, and waved it in the air. “Make me think this is a flower!” He remembered a phrase she’d used, and added: “Imagine it!”
…She might have an easier time of concentrating if you stop flailing around.
She might have an easier time of concentrating if Your Mom.
Calley was like a totally different person now. Gone was the deliberate, stoic, proper sounding young gentleman. He was now a hyperactive boy, bouncing in his chair and waving a book. His excitement was contagious.
“Okay, I’ll try,” Katrina answered enthusiastically as she focused on the book. She tried to imagine it as a flower. The book had a yellow cover and it reminded Katrina of a sunflower. She narrowed her eyes and the yellow shape became blurry and unfocused. In her imagination Calley was holding a large yellow sunflower in his hand. She could see the petals and the brown center, as well as the green stem and leaves.
She opened her eyes all the way. She could still see the shape of the book in Calley’s hand, but she could also see the flower, “Weird.”
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“Weird.”
Calley blinked at the sunflower in his hand. “Ah... yeah.” He agreed, attempting to give the stem a twirl. Which was incredibly stupid, given that books didn’t have stems—the thing tumbled to the ground. And looked up at him, deceptively sunflower-esk in appearance. “Weird.” He agreed, sliding out of his seat to follow it to the floor. Crouching on his heels next to it, he... poked it. His finger contacted the book’s binding in mid-air, where a flower petal should have been. With an air of great experimentation... he poked it again. Same result. Okay, one more time. ...Yes, indeed. It was still a book, contrary to all sunflower appearances to the contrary. With a bit of fumbling to find the true edges of the thing, he picked it up—sat down cross-legged—and sniffed it. Musty! “Very weird.” He said, impulsively balancing it on his head. Sunflower-book Hat of Deception! “But kind of cool. I’d say your gift is definitely sight-based.” Calley tilted his head, and the sunflower clattered painfully off of his head to sharply impale his knee with its a non-existent hard-cover corner. At the back of their mind, Slate smirked at him. Calley glared sullenly back. Then Slate, with a grace in defiance of his origins amidst the rest of the clutter, stepped up to full control. Calley, of course, was welcome to listen from his little corner. Shoo.
He stood up, and picked up the sunflower/book with only the slightest bit of fumbling. Then he reseated himself upon the chair. “A question: did you attempt to affect the book’s texture and odor, as well? Or did you only try to affect its appearance? As you may have noticed, your experiment was a success in that regard. Congratulations, Katrina.” He nodded cordially to the girl.
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