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.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on May 28, 2008 1:42:37 GMT -6
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The hands on the old clock had only moved a little since the last time Tarin had looked at it. The problem was, he'd stopped thinking about time in the general sense of the word a long, long, time ago. Probably about the same time he'd completely stopped sleeping. Was that days ago? Weeks ago? Just how long had it been since he'd laid in his bed and closed his eyes. The blurred edges and phasing as he moved his eyes around the apartment suggested that it had been a really long time.
The first night hadn't been too bad...he'd figured Lee would be back in the morning. There was no way she'd go that long without letting him explain that she hadn't seen what she thought she had. The second day he'd started to worry...the third...and however many since he'd gotten more and more worried, more and more sick every time he thought about it. She wasn't coming back. Tarin's fists clenched as he thought about it and he felt the ring that Lee'd thrown at him cut into his palm. It was nice to feel something other than the guilt, fear, and sickness he'd felt since he realized that either Lee wasn't coming back or something worse had happened.
He was a coward, plain and simple, he was too scared to find out which one it was and he hated himself for almost hoping that something worse had happened, that something other than disgust for him was keeping Lee away. Tarin wished he had a time machine, and a million other cliche things that would somehow at least give him a chance to explain what Lee had seen, that he loved her that she was his other half, that it was absolutely impossible for him to function without her in the equation. Hadn't she seen that when she'd finally found him in the hotel in Maine...and he'd left her that time...for her own good.
Tarin looked at the clock again, not even really registering the time that it read. He didn't care, his chest, his heart, his stomach twisted in knots as each subsequent daydream/nightmare flared up in his mind each one more graphic, more disturbed, than the last. He needed Lee, needed to find her. Tarin didn't want to admit it, but he had an inkling he knew where she was...his eyes slipped shut and he had to take deep breaths to keep the guilt from overwhealming him completely. There was only one person who would know for sure if she'd been taken to the camps, taken to the camps because of him.
Standing up and moving towards the door, Tarin stopped for a second in front of the full length mirror that graced the back of the coat closet in the front of their apartment Tarin took in his appearance, he hadn't shaved in days, his clothes were rumpled and he was sure he smelled unpleasant. Who cared? Lee wasn't there to be offended. Tarin had considered calling the number on the card Rupert had given him, bu that wouldn't have helped anything, how could they know if she was in there?
Tarin sighed with his hand on the door knob, he had no clue where to find the cop, no clue if the cop would know the name of every mutant brought into the camp in the last week...or if after what had happened last time he'd want to help. Tarin didn't care at this point, he was sick of inaction, something had to happen, he had to find Lee. Even if it meant getting himself tossed into the camp to find her and plead his case...anything. He had to find her. Had to tell her that she'd misunderstood, that she was the only one he wanted, would ever want, the only one who would ever be enough and any other cliche she required.
The door opened and Tarin took the stairs at a run, not sure where he was going to start looking for the cop but convinced that he was going to go to every coffee shop in the city if it took that. The street was crowded with....church traffic? Was it Sunday? Tarin almost squinted at the sunlight filtering through the clouds. It must have been Sunday...and as Tarin walked down the street and recognized one particular figure leaving the church Tarin decided something.
Being able to see the dead had long ago convinced Tarin that there was something beyond death, be it heaven or hell, but the existence of a true and omnipotent god was another thing all together. Rupert was right there though, right in the street where Tarin could see him.
There simply had to be a God.
Reminding himself that he would have to keep that in mind later on, Tarin took off at a run to catch the other man, who was luckily not talking to anyone as he left the church.
"Rupert!" Tarin said, yelled, croaked hoarsely, in reality, as he came up even to him. "I need to talk to you..." he said, utter and complete unabashed agony in his features and voice as he pleaded, not caring less if every single person on the street saw him beg.
The ring was still clenched in his fist as Tarin stood in the street, "Please...." he said, hoping that the cop would even give him a second look.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on May 28, 2008 15:07:14 GMT -6
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Rupert looked up at the sky as he walked out of the church doors, briefly shaking his pastor's hand on the way, and exchanging light pleasantries he wouldn't remember later. His pastor frowned briefly at Rupert's back in concern, but let it go as he turned to speak with another parishioner.
The day was bright with an early Spring sun, but Rupert's eyes did not have much adjusting to do. The church had its fair share of windows, mostly of the stained glass variety. They hadn't even needed to turn on the fluorescents today. The morning sunlight had streamed through in soothing blues and uplifting yellows and every other color besides, painting everything over in fragmented shades that built a whole out of fractured, separate pieces. Rupert liked his church. He was an active member of the congregation, particularly with the youth ministry. He came every Sunday, and other days besides. He liked it. He did. Lately, though... he hadn't felt like it had been much help. He was having a hard time looking outside of his own fractured picture, to the whole.
~ "Rupert!"
He was startled out of his own thoughts by a voice that struck him as familiar. As desperate, too. He turned his head, and blinked in open surprise to see Tarin coming at him. He'd known since that night at the man's apartment that they lived in the same neighborhood, but New York was a busy place: he'd never actually expected to see the man on the streets.
~ "I need to talk to you... Please...."
Rupert's surprise turned to confusion at the man's pleading tone. His eyebrows furrowed. Then they shot up. Oh. Oh, crap. It only took him a few moments to remember one very good reason why Tarin would be seeking him out in such a desperate manner: a name Rupert had seen recently added to the Camp roster. Rupert grabbed the man's arm, and steered him away from the milling parishioners. "Let's walk, all right?" He said. It was more an order than a suggestion. Tarin didn't exactly seem composed at the moment, and Rupert was not about to have him start saying uncomfortable things in front of his congregation.
((ooc: We can take this to Rupert's Apartment soon, if you wish. It's within walkin' distance! Yay!))
Posted by Tarin Brooks on May 28, 2008 15:41:10 GMT -6
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If the sudden decision to leave the apartment after several days of latent horror hadn't been enough, the fact that he'd walked right out of the apartment and into a crowd of churchgoers containing the very man he was seeking proved the previous thought that there really did have to be some kind of deity up there guiding whatever it was that was happening.
Rupert stopped and turned, instant recognition springing up on the other his features and Tarin wondered for a moment if he was going to be able to continue standing. Relief poured through him and Tarin fought the urge to hug the other man. Even though Tarin was pretty sure Rupert was going to help him, Tarin didn't think his cause would be furthered by actions like that in front of Rupert's congregation.
Walk? Rupert wanted to walk. Tarin didn't want to walk anywhere he wanted answers. He wanted to know where Lee was and he wanted to know right then. Realization came slow to Tarin, most possibly because of the lack of sleep over the previous days, but Rupert's reaction suggested that he knew something, if not everything about why Lee had never returned.
Tarin's face which had been pleading a moment before hardened slightly as he stood there, glancing down at the hand on his arm as he allowed himself to be steered through the crowd. Straightening up slightly and trying not to stick out so much in his near panicked state, Tarin nodded his head and followed Rupert.
Tarin wasn't really paying attention to where they were going, his head was absolutely spinning with questions he wanted to ask and things he needed to know in order to make things right. Slipping the ring into his pocket where it would be safer than in his hand, he followed silently until they reached their destination which it turned out was very close to where he'd just left.
"I didn't know we lived in the same neighborhood..." Tarin muttered absently as he waited for Rupert to let them in. They were still out in the street, and obviously Rupert wasn't comfortable having the impending conversation in full public view.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on May 30, 2008 0:33:50 GMT -6
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Rupert guided them inside of the building, holding the door open for Tarin. The man seemed to have calmed down some--either that, or he was just holding it in better. Rupert glanced towards the stairs regretfully, but led them to the elevator. His apartment was on the third floor. He made it a habit to push himself up those stairs when he was alone, but be damned if he was going to take them with another person in tow. He was fine with normal walking. Stairs, though... Tarin didn't know about his injury, and Rupert didn't make a habit of flaunting the fact that he couldn't even handle three flights of stairs without stopping to catch his breath.
Once the elevator door had slid closed, he turned to the man, shaking his head slightly. It wasn't that he didn't have sympathy. It was just that sympathy wouldn't do a scarp of good just now.
"I'm sorry, Tarin. I really am. I don't know what you think coming to me is going to do, though. I can't get her out until I get all of them out."
Posted by Tarin Brooks on May 30, 2008 16:51:37 GMT -6
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They were out of the public eye now and in the elevator that would take them to what Tarin supposed was Rupert's apartment. The doors had barely shut when Rupert shook his head and started to speak, the words confirmed Tarin's worst fears.
The elevator they were standing in spun slightly as the words really sunk in and Tarin leaned a little weakly against the wall. It would have been better, so much better if Rupert hadn't known a thing about Lee or where she was. It would have been so much better if she'd simply left him and decided not to come back.
Tarin wanted to be angry and maybe some other time they'd morph into an action scene where Tarin grabbed a hold of the cop and demanded that he help his fiance, but the truth of the matter was that Tarin knew Rupert was right.
Running his hand slowly through his hair and swallowing hard, he looked across the elevator, "I just had to be sure she was there Rupert...I didn't really expect you to be able to do anything...I just had to know for sure." It was then that Tarin did something he hadn't done in a really long time and most definitely hadn't imagined doing in front of this particular person. The hair trigger hold he'd had on his emotions snapped and he turned and punched the wall of the elevator.
The doors opened then and Tarin took huge gulps of air and walked past Rupert into the hallway bound and determined not to burst into tears or hit another wall. The wall hadn't done anything to him, neither had Rupert, and neither deserved his anger.
Rupert had mentioned getting them all out and while Tarin took the time it took Rupert to leave the elevator and show him where they were going, Tarin thought.
When Rupert caught up, Tarin took a deep breath and even if he couldn't keep the rough emotion out of his voice, "I'm sorry about that. I know it's not your fault. You said until you can get them all out Rupert. I want to be there. Tell me what I have to do."
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Jun 3, 2008 15:53:45 GMT -6
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~ "I'm sorry about that. I know it's not your fault. You said until you can get them all out Rupert. I want to be there. Tell me what I have to do."
Rupert met the man's eyes, and gave a small nod. Then he opened his apartment door, and waved the other man inside. This was definitely not a hallway conversation. Tarin was showing some enviable self-control--enviable from where Rupert was standing, at least, even with that wall-punch--but he was more afraid of stray ears than of Tarin getting out of control.
They were met at the door by Flipsy, his tan-and-white poodle mutt. She wagged her tail happily, promptly trying to tangle herself into Tarin's legs. Thankfully, his Black Labrador puppy, LG, hadn't been woken up; the little guy was asleep in the dog bed next to the couch, his left foot twitching erratically. Even more thankfully, the ferret that Ruby Lupin had sent to him for safe keeping hadn't figured out a way to escape its cage in his bedroom. He'd basically duct taped the thing shut, except for air holes.
The apartment wasn't big, but it wasn't small, either. There was a small living room to the left, a smaller kitchen to the right, and a hallway straight in front of them leading to his bedroom and the bathroom on opposite sides. The living room had a couch, a chair, a low coffee table, a TV, and a stereo. The stereo was bigger than the TV. The kitchen was immaculately clean, unlike the rest of the apartment, where it wasn't uncommon to trip over a random shirt left on the floor or a piece of old paperwork. The whole place smelled of dogs and cooking.
Rupert leaned against the counter that separated the kitchen and the living room, and motioned for Tarin to take a seat at the little kitchen table, if he wanted.
He watched the man, a small, appraising frown on his lips. Finally, he asked mildly: "Do you really think you'd be of help? No offense, but your powers aren't exactly combat-oriented, are they? You're a glorified TV psychic."
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Jun 3, 2008 19:11:32 GMT -6
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Rupert was going to let him into the apartment, Tarin would have been surprised if he hadn't still been trying to hard to keep a handle on his temper. This really was too much on top of the lack of sleep over the last few days and the news he'd just received.
As they walked in the door, something small and furry wrapped itself around Tarin's legs and he automatically dropped down to pet the dog. He wasn't necessarily surprised that Rupert had a poodle, in his experience, things like that were purely between them and their dogs.
Rupert didn't seem exceptionally open to the idea of Tarin going into the camps though, and that was going to be a problem. If all else failed he still had that card that he'd been given the very first time he'd met the cop. He'd use that if he had to.
Rupert seemed to have misunderstood the range and scope of Tarin's powers though and Tarin stood slowly, running a hand through his hair as he stood in the apartment of someone who could arrest him before he explained more thoroughly.
"Have I intentionally used them in that capacity very often....no." he said, a slightly rueful look crossing his exhausted features.
"It's not just that I can see and hear them Rupert...if I choose I can give them physical form...and they'll usually do what I ask...I lived in Memphis before here...some shit head teenagers broke into my shop and roughed me up...I left because I sent several spirits after them. They all screamed like babies."
There was one other thing that Tarin had up his sleeves as far as powers were concerned, something he usually wouldn't have brought up, but felt the need to at this point. Desperate times called for desperate measures after all.
"Then there's the whole merging thing...trust me when I tell you that when that happens....a heavy duty pick-up can't leave a scratch on me." Tarin didn't expand on that, he didn't think Rupert would take too kindly to the knowledge that he'd been responsible for 3 deaths the first time he merged.
"What I'm trying to say is...I can hold my own when I have to. I'm no Madame Cleo."
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Jun 4, 2008 17:33:04 GMT -6
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Rupert was left staring at the man, somewhat blankly, as Flipsy continued to dance merrily around his feet. "Well," he cleared his throat, and started again, "Well, as long as you know what you're getting into." Which was a stupid statement to begin with: Rupert certainly didn't know what he'd gotten himself into; how could he expect Tarin to know? From what little he'd gleaned through his Resistance contact, not everyone over there seemed to know what they were getting into, either. "Listen. What I'm about to tell you does not leave this apartment, okay?"
"The date for the breakout has been set. It's four days from now. I don't know the exact time, but probably later in the day, and you'll probably notice a commotion even in the city once things get started. A lot of Stalkers suddenly moving that way, for instance. Just keep your eye out for things, and show up when they start." He ran a hand through his hair. Even if it sounded like Tarin could handle himself--honestly, what freak couldn't?--it still seemed wrong to send the guy in like this. He was a good man. Let the Resistance handle things, and let him be there to greet Lee when she came back. Tarin just shouldn't be... risking himself like this. "You sure you don't want to leave this to the professionals?" Not that this Resistance had struck him as particularly professional. At least they had done some fancy training, and had intell on the situation. Probably. He sure as hell hoped so.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Jun 4, 2008 21:00:39 GMT -6
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Tarin could tell that he'd struck some kind of cord with Rupert, the cop was uncomfortable. Tarin felt bad for that, but the honest truth of the matter was he'd hardly slept for a week and a half. There was a point to be made, and he'd made it. Perhaps he'd made the point a little sharp, but it was what it was. If he knew what he was getting into...
Tarin looked at Rupert helplessly and sighed, sticking his hands in his pockets and watching the little dog running around his legs, "She's all I've got Rupert...I hadn't been anywhere more than six months until I met her. She's all I've got, and if I don't get her back I'm not going to be worth anything....so yeah, I know what I'm getting into."
Rupert gave him the details, four days. He had four days to prepare for going in to get Lee. By the time he found her, she'd have figured out that she hadn't seen what she thought she saw...she'd be proud that he'd come to get her. It would be one of those classic movie reunions...hopefully.
Tarin could feel a huge weight lifting off his shoulders, he'd felt guilty ever since she'd walked out the door and he was going to be able to make it up to her. It was the only thing he could think about, even if there had been a misunderstanding, and now he was going to have Lee back.
Rupert asked again if he wouldn't rather just stay out of things and leave it to the profressionals. Tarin looked ruefully at the other man in the room, he knew how he felt about what Tarin was and he knew it was hard for him to understand. "We're all professionals Rupert...we've had that discussion before. I won't make excuses for what I am, but I'm going to do whatever it takes to get her back. Thank you for your time and the information."
Tarin turned and looked towards the door, ready to go, then stepped towards it and stopped, stooping to pet the dog again. "You're a cute little guy, aren't you?"
Tarin gave the puppy a final rub then stood, to really leave this time, "When this is all over you're going to have to tell me where you got him."
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Rupert tried to hide his uneasiness with the man's little speech on professionalism. They were all professionals, were they? ...He'd known that, actually. He shouldn't have needed the reminder. Tarin was just such a good man, though, it just seemed a such damn shame he was a mutant, to boot.
~ "You're a cute little guy, aren't you? ...When this is all over you're going to have to tell me where you got him."
"Little girl," Rupert said, one corner of his mouth twitching into a smile as the man headed for the door. "Flipsy's a lady." His smile faded. He gave a nod, from where he was leaned against the counter. "You take care of yourself, Tarin." He winced at the finality in his own tone.
Flipsy came back over to him, her tail merrily fanning the air. Rupert reached down, and scratched behind her ears. After all this was said and done, he'd have to pay the medium another visit. The last time you see a man should not be before going into battle.
