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.
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Posted by Rupert Kelley on Jul 4, 2008 11:12:19 GMT -6
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((ooc: Title is a reference to a song by the Stars; interested parties can listen to it here.))
It was a week after Isabel Duskmoor's trial. A week. That made it well over a month since the breakout--nearly two.
It was nearly a year since Rupert had vindictively flipped open his cell phone, and deleted Raina's number. He had ended up in church that day. It hadn't helped. He'd been to church every morning this week, and he honestly couldn't say whether that was helping or not. What he could say was this: it gave him an aim. He knew why he was getting out of bed each morning; to go to church. He'd been helping with the children's summer camps, and with organizing next week's bake sale; he'd been talking with his pastor, rather a lot. No, he couldn't say if it was helping; but it was an aim.
There was a little park half-way between his own apartment and Xavier's Institute for "Gifted Youngsters". Neutral ground. Rupert sat on a park bench, his arms stretched out along its wooden back. It was a nice day. The sun was blazing with the first fiery licks of a New York summer, but there was a wind off of the ocean that was whispering cooler thoughts. This park was little compared to its older cousin Central, but it had its fair share of shade trees. There were just a few benches, a flower garden--marigolds and pansies, mostly--and a slide and swing set over woodchips. Traffic careened past on the four streets that marked its border; a woman was on another bench, reading a book and paying far too little attention to her two children as they trampled the flowerbed and leapt the benches and climbed the slides and tried to get the swings to go all the way over the top of the swingset. Rupert kept track of the brats out of his peripheral vision. As long as they didn't take their juvenile-delinquent-in-training behaviors too close to those busy roads, he was content to mind his own business. One of them, the girl, had discovered how easy to climb the trees were, to a natural monkey. Her brother wasn't nearly as skilled. He was still holding onto the lowest branch with terrified glances back to the ground three feet below him when his sister proudly claimed her seat in the tree's crown. Were either of them mutants? There had been children that young in the Camps. Not many, but a few--the ones unfortunate enough to have had their powers manifest far earlier than was usual. Looking at them, Rupert couldn't tell. It was strange to think that they probably didn't know, either. Not even their own parents would know.
Would his child with Raina have been a mutant, or a human?
He leaned his head back to the sky, and squinted through the branches up at the sun, just like eye doctors always tell you not to do. He'd gotten here early. He'd wanted some time to think before she arrived, though the only thing he could think about was how dim of an idea that had been. Why drag this out? He wasn't exactly a thinker on the best of days.
Raina was coming. When he'd deleted her number from his phone, he'd forgotten to delete it from his call history. Looking it up again after all this time had been easy--too easy, really. She should be on her way now. At the Camps, during the breakout, he'd given her his jacket. Damned if he could remember why. Because she looked cold, or some other stupid reason or another. He'd promised then that he'd see her again, to get it back. That's what he was waiting for. To get it back, and go on his way. He had no reason to see her after this. It was the last aim they shared.
Posted by rainewater on Jul 4, 2008 21:50:08 GMT -6
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ooc: OMG way to go with the awesome song that I love and have been raving about for years. haha I love you. <3<3<3 and it fits so well.
ic: Raina was standing at the bus stop like a statue to the point the bus driver was now knocking on the window asking her if she was alright. It took a few moments before the sound registered- she was transfixed looking at the jacket she held in her hands hearing her heart beat far too loudly in her ears. Jolting herself awake to reality again she blushed and waved to the driver to show him she was just deep in thought. Her feet still wouldn't move but the driver seemed content enough with her response to speed off down the busy street.
She was still routed to the ground. The wind was blowing her few strands of lose red hair in her eyes- the rest was piled on her head and gave her a mature rather sleek and sexy appeal. She was dressed like a rockstar, not glamorous by any means but fashionably messy and attractive. At least, that's what the odd young man thought walking past her.
The truth was, she spent entirely too much time getting ready today. It wasn't that she had anyone to impress.. it was that maybe if she took an extra few minutes Rupert would call back and cancel. She was surprised whens he heard his voice on her cell phone, even more surprised that her cell phone plan was still in affect- pay-as-you-go seemed to really work in her favour.
After having a mental argument with her feet they finally decided to start moving but at a much slower pace then she would have preferred. Raina wasn't 100% sure where she was meeting Rupert but her body moved of it's own accord like it knew where he was.
She saw his silhouette the way she imagined it might look before he knew she was a mutant. He looked calm and serene peacefully sitting in the park on a bench with the foliage around him. She gripped the jacket. What was she going to say? "Hi, thanks for the jacket" toss it and leave? She realized she hadn't really thought this through just ran on pure adrenaline. Could she even meet his eyes? Sure the looks of the camp had faded, and she wore a high collar to hide her scar... but had anything really changed since she asked him to shoot her? Was this a trap to shoot her anyway?
She wasn't ready for this. She needed another moment. She stood just out of view trying to calm her breathing while watching the children playing. She didn't like seeing children anymore. It reminded her too much of what she... what they lost. Watching them was almost more painful then facing Rupert, so she swallowed and gave herself a mental pep-talk. You can face him she took a breath, just be brave, just be brave. Make it through this
She let out a sigh and approached with the sun fading in the background behind her. She stood in front of him silent as the air moved through the trees. She waited, it was only a moment but seemed so much longer. "Hello Rupert." she said full of confidence, full of sincerity, and whether she knew it or not... completely full of love.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Jul 7, 2008 14:41:01 GMT -6
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((ooc: You're the one who introduced me to that song, in a post on the ooc boards you made awhile back. Thought you might like that touch. ))
Rupert didn't hear her footsteps over the grass. He wasn't aware of her presence until she spoke.
> "Hello Rupert."
She sounded good. She sounded like the woman he'd fallen for. Rupert stood to greet her. Her hair was red again, he noted as the after-glare from the sun started to fade out of his eyes. It was shorter than it had been, and she was still thinner than she used to be... but looking at her, it was easy to pretend that the Camps had never happened. It was just a normal Spring day; next month would mark the first anniversary of when they'd met. The winter had been long and cold; it might have had something to do with how he'd accidentally dialed his apartment thermostat down to the perfect temperature for two people under one fleece blanket.
He blinked the last of the sun out of his eyes, and took note of her high shirt collar. Was it to hide a scar that electricity had spent months searing into her skin? He'd seen more than one scar like that--on necks, on wrists. His brief day dream passed.
"Hello, Raina. You look well." He smiled at her; a small smile. It surprised him that it wasn't forced, or bitter, or apologetic--it was just a smile. He felt comfortable in her presence, even though the larger part of his mind couldn't forget what he'd put her through. If things had happened differently--if the Registration Law had been vetoed, or if she'd been honest with him from the beginning--how would things have been different?
He let go of that thought before it was more than a whisper in his mind. She was here now, and so was he. Things hadn't happened differently; that was all there was to it. This wasn't the end for them. Things had ended months ago; maybe before they'd even started. Both of them had just been too in love to realize it. Sometimes, love just wasn't enough. The sun kept coming in broken dapples through the shade trees leaves; the children kept playing behind them. Rupert was just waiting for her to give him back his jacket, so they could both stop pretending that they'd ever had a future together. He needed that more than he needed the jacket.
Posted by rainewater on Jul 7, 2008 16:57:12 GMT -6
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He hadn't noticed her at first and she was releaved- yet startled by the tone of her own voice. it caught her off gaurd to feel the words roll so naturally and kindly off her own tongue. It was odd- she expected to feel her heart racing, to clench her teeth, or to have even a miniscule amount of what she experienced the last time she saw him- but extreme situations had a way of expelling extreme emotions and today Raina felt natural and now very calm.
She still couldn't convince her feet to move however- so she decided to stay in her spot. Rupert looked thoughtful when he stood and said hello. He smiled at her kindly at the same moment she was smiling at him. There was a fleeting feeling of butterflies but it passed quickly. This was Rupert - the Rupert she knew, the Rupert she admired. Still able to give her a real smile after everything. She'd be lying if she said it didn't give her a thimble of hope though her inner dialog was arguing that she should let that hope go.
She took in the scene once more. "I won't be long." she said without thinking. "But I really need to sit down for a moment." without waiting for an invitation she quite literly sat on the grass across from him while he still stood. It wasn't that she wanted to stay but rather her legs had shook the entire bus ride here and she'd been doing a lot of swimming latley.
It was strange being with him in such a casual situation, Rupert had the affect on people of making them feel like he'd known them forever. Today was no different. She felt like an excited child come home to tell her parents all about her first day of school, but she swallowed the words jumbled in her mouth about fixing the school, becoming a teacher, and making new friends. They weren't two old friends coming together for a moment, they were... star crossed lovers peraps? Part of her did feel like she somehow owed him an explination about her latest mutation... but he hadn't seen it and never would... so there was really no sense in that. Afterall, what was she expecting to happen here? They'd forget everything, start over, and she'd be honest? A girl could only hope.
All these thoughts raced through Raina's head in light speed while she adjusted herself on the grass. "Thank-you for lending me your sweater." she didn't yet pass it to him. "You look very well. How have you been?"
To be honest she wasn't trying to stall, she wasn't trying to make conversation eiter, Raina just sincerely wanted to know. Maybe she'd be able to sleep better or look at herself in the mirror if she knew Rupert was OK.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Jul 9, 2008 22:17:25 GMT -6
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Rupert stared in surprise as she plopped down on the grass, like a kindergartener at a picnic. A startled laugh left his mouth. After a moment of feeling entirely too tall, he joined her on the ground, crossing his legs easily. He was wearing his usual off-duty clothes: dark gray sweatpants and a white Talking Heads T-shirt. Both of them were clean, and comfortable, but that was about all that could be said for them. He hadn't made any attempt to dress up for today. He wasn't going to see his girlfriend--he was going to see the woman he'd imprisoned for the better part of the year. He'd been 'dressed up' every time she'd seen him at the Camps. Dressing up for this... had just felt wrong.
"I've..." He caught himself from actually describing how he'd been; the trial, the too-empty apartment, the resignation letter that Captain Cynthia Myers had refused to accept but which was still shadowing the back of his mind. As sincere as her voice was as she asked that question, this was not a talk between lovers. It was not even a talk between friends. This was small talk. He switched his answer for a more appropriate one, with a little lop-sided smile. "I've been decent. Can't complain. How have you been, Raina?"
There was more he could have asked: how had she gotten by, during that gaping time between the breakout and the repel of the Registration Law? Was she all right? Was she over him?
Posted by rainewater on Jul 10, 2008 7:49:34 GMT -6
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Raina was surprised that Rupert joined her on the grass though happy. It made this seem less like an interrogation or confession scene and more like a chat. Though it was obvious that waves of emotions were simply lurking underneath. "I got a job as a teacher." she said simply knowing that there was no way small chat could wrap up everything she'd been feeling and going through these past nearly two months. "I haven't started yet, finishing training before the summer ends. I'm nervous but looking forward to it." She draped her arms across her folded knees and looked into the wind that blew cool air on her face. She alway felt it was too hot in this city.
"I've tried to take really good care of this." she said unfolding the jacket. "Thankyou... for it." the moment of truth. She held it an extra second in her hands savering her last known tie to Rupert Kelly. Passing it back to him was almost like passing back the piece of his soul his experience with her took from him. There was no way for her to know the ripple effect of handing back the jacket, but at least when she held it she felt hope. She finally let it go on the grass next to him refolded. She couldn't handle the spark she'd feel if he took it from her hands. He'd have to pick it up. Easier for both of them.
She looked thoughtful and reflective despite the small furrow of her brows that was giving her grief slightly away. "I'm not sorry." she blurted out barely even registering her mouth was speaking until it was too late. Great. She left that bomb in the air she couldn't leave it hanging. "I mean I am... but I'm not." She turned her head completley away from him this time, there would be no chance in fighting off tears if she had to look at him. It was obvious the moment's intense level had just jumped. "I do wish I did things differently when I had the chance, but I think you understand now why I never told you I was a mutant. I'm not proud of it or that I didn't tell you. But I think you understand." she was talking herself in circles but she had to hope that even though he was so angry and hurt that she lied he could at least see thanks to the camps why she was so afraid to tell him in the first place. Afterall, look what happened when he did find out. "It wasn't really that I was scared for myself... because all those horomones and feelings make you feel like you can take on anything you know." she joked trying to lighten her own mood and calm down a bit. "but... I was responsible for others..." she trailed off knowing she need not explain anymore.
"I don't know what level I could possibly still stay in your life without driving the two of us utterly insane..." she trailed off taking a breath and trying to be brave. "but if there's any level even the tiniest from a far I'd take that." she was trying very hard not to sound desperate but to still be brave and firm. She knew the ball had been in Rupert's park since the moment he discovered her mutation. It didn't matter how many amazing speeches or acts she did he'd always had the upper hand since her inital betrayal.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Jul 12, 2008 21:40:15 GMT -6
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> "I don't know what level I could possibly still stay in your life without driving the two of us utterly insane... but if there's any level even the tiniest from a far I'd take that."
Rupert was shaking his head as Raina spoke. Looking down at the jacket she had placed on the grass rather than hand to him, and shaking his head lightly. He picked up the jacket, and stood easily.
"I'm not sorry either, Raina." He replied softly, looking down at her. "I want you to understand that. I'm not sorry for anything." He wasn't sorry they met, or that they'd fallen in love. He wasn't sorry that he'd shot her, or that he'd locked her away in the Camps. Given the chance, though, there was only one set of those actions that he would do again. He understood why she'd been afraid to tell him that she was a mutant, back when they'd first met, before the Registration Law had even passed. He also understood that he was a different man now, and not necessarily a better one. He didn't know yet. "That's why this has to be it."
He smiled at the red-headed woman. "Goodbye, Raina."
Posted by rainewater on Jul 12, 2008 22:08:18 GMT -6
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Raina was expecting a degree of a rejection but one so blunt and to the point she was not. She and Rupert always seemed to argue when they saw each other in the past and she was prepared to do that again but when he shot her down so fast all she could do was sit in an almost shock state. Don't Cry she told herself for godsake dont cry she looked to her feet yelling at them in her mind to get up. She had to run. She had to run away now.
Rupert made sense. She knew it. To hopelessly follow him to the ends of the earth was rediculous. How could she pitifully run after a man who didn't want her? It was desgusting. But the ache in her stomach. The pain in her chest. He was right. That's why it hurt. This was really the end.
"G-goodbye..." she started finally pulling herself to a stand trying hard not to sputter out the words. "R-rup..." she couldn't even finish as she pulled a 180 throwing her arm infront of her face and running blindy in the opposite direction.
She just kept running and running while tears streamed down her face. She ran clear out of the park. She started through the city. Her heart beat so loudly in her chest, her skin burned, her bones ached. She was sobbing so loud and hating every moment of it.
When she finally stopped it wasn't because she wanted to... it was because she'd reached a rural part of the city and ran through a rather deep mud puddle. The area was empty as Raina's legs crumpled in and she sat in the mud looking at her legs-turned tail cursing them.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Jul 12, 2008 23:53:59 GMT -6
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Rupert watched her go calmly. More calmly than he had any right to. It felt like something was tearing in his chest--but at the same time, it was a feeling he could deal with. She was running from him--crying--and all he could think was I can deal with this.
Rupert tucked his jacket over his arm, and turned away. There was no reason he should stay here, and there was certainly no reason he should follow her. The fact that he wasn't already following her was proof enough of that.
He loved Raina. It was a fact, as much as he'd struggled against it.
She was a mutant, though, and he was... Rupert Kelley. Damned if he knew what that meant. Damned if anyone but his Creator knew. There was only one thing that was clear to Rupert, and that was this: the way he was now, it didn't matter how much he loved her. It just wouldn't work. He didn't even know if that was a bad thing or not. If it was a bad thing, then he had to hate himself for who he was. If it was a good thing, then he had to hate her for who she was. There was no middle ground. He'd tried that--he'd tried that for nearly a year--and all he had to show for it was the blood on his hands, and a new set of nightmares.
He got into his car, refusing to look down the block, refusing to see if she was still in sight. "Goodbye, Raina," he repeated.