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.
"I stayed out late rolling out the new decorations. I'm making tea now so don't worry I'm taking care of myself." It was hard to hear her, hoarse as she was. She deserved better.
"That's not your job." He growled. Christmas shopping be damned. His little girl needed him.
"But it is my job."
"You know I wasn't talking about the decorations. I meant the 'taking care of' part."
Tromping over a particularly loose drift of snow (crunching the white puffy flakes down made him feel moderately better somehow), he made his way toward Midtown toward that small and drafty old building (Maya probably loved it for that very reason) that was nestled amidst some of the most iconic tourist draws of the Big Apple. Maya meanwhile prattled on about the garlands and lights she'd dressed her shop up in. As if that would distract him.
"Still supporting him are you? Working yourself silly still to keep him in the country?"
"He has his own means. He doesn't have to rely on me financially and yes. He is staying in the country. He's at school all the time, you know that. You're really—"
Allen Swift, father of Maya Csendes, knocked on the door, cell phone still up to his ear.
"Is he home now?" He had every intention of being polite but his blood was starting to boil despite the cold. If he didn't have the guts to face his father-in-law he didn't deserve his daughter. Or his grandson.
A window from the second floor opened and a tousled head of white hair greet him. She was still keeping it short, he noticed. "Dad?"
"Close the window, you'll only get worse!" Feeling silly, Allen put his phone away. Now that they were within shouting distance, he didn't need it anymore.
Maya rushed down the stairs to let him in without stopping to close the window, grab a coat or put on socks. She was always like that. Her mother had been like that too.
"You didn't have to come all the way down here to check up on me." Despite her reproof and her suspicious eyes, she threw her arms around his neck.
"And you don't have to get me sick too." He peeled her off and shuffled them both inside to the tune of Maya protesting that it was only a sore throat.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 13, 2010 12:28:10 GMT -6
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Fatigue. Muscle aches. Chills. Dry red eyes. A pounding headache. A slightly queasy feeling.
In the chair at Iris' clinic's front desk, Sebastian turned the next page of his notes and pulled a blanket a little tighter around his thin frame. Damnable healing energy kept racing through the network of his cells, uselessly trying to repair this or that. Sebastian wished it would just quit it; the cold was distracting.
Five days left and finals would be over for the semester. He straightened and massaged his sore back as he turned yet another page. He squinted down at the words, slumping over them as he tried to decipher his own shorthand. What in hades had he been thinking of when he wrote these notes? If the headache would only go away, maybe it would make more sense.
His eyelids drooped. Sleep beckoned, but Sebastian ignored its call and took another sip of coffee. It wasn't like it made a difference, but he could pretend.
Five days left.
His stomach moaned, protesting against the warm liquid. When had he eaten last? He wasn't even sure that he really was hungry. Besides, he didn't have time to prepare food. He didn't really need to eat. He needed to study.
Five days.
Sebastian never got sick. He couldn't get sick, he wasn't about to start now.
Not when there were still five days left.
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Someone pounded on the door, sending pulses of pain through Sebastian's headache. If that was a customer... he glared up at the front door. No one was there. Soft barefooted footsteps rushed down to answer the summons to the back door.
>> “Where is he?”
Sebastian's droopy eyes flew open and he quickly stood up. Adrenaline pumped through his veins more efficiently than caffeine ever did.
The gruff voice belonged to his father-in-law, Allen Swift, a man he respected deeply, but also one that intimidated him. It was funny, Sebastian could face vampires and camp guards with blazing guns, even dragons for Zeus' sake, without fear, but facing one ordinary human man made him jittery.
Sebastian started toward the back of the clinic, certain that the 'he' Mr. Swift was looking for was himself. In the examination room window, the unicorn man caught a glimpse of his reflection. He looked awful. He hadn't shaved in days, had bags under his eyes from not sleeping, was completely disheveled.
He took a split second to at least straighten his shirt before opening the door that separated the clinic from the apartment entryway in the back of the building.
"He uhhh…" She hadn't seen him since breakfast so she really didn't know. She hypothesized rather than an outright fabrication. "He's at the library."
But a shuffling and a welcome on Sebastian's part both made her heart swell and sink. What kind of wife didn't know where her husband had been all day? Maya let her father's hand, which had landed on her shoulder, guide her out of the way as he slipped past.
She turned and eyed Sebastian's wispy, still-forming beard shyly. He looked tired. That made her feel all the more guilty for what she knew to be coming.
Mr. Swift was eyeing the stubble that had grown well past 5 o'clock too, but it was clear from his expression that his was not a sympathetic opinion.
"What are you doing?"
He didn't leave too much time for Sebastian to be gobsmacked. "Because it looks to me like it's not what you ought to." Looking from one to the other it looked like maybe mutual neglect.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 13, 2010 22:46:18 GMT -6
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What was he doing? Was that a trick question? Sebastian's tired mind scrambled for the correct response. Prefontal cortex? No, that wasn't it.
Not what he ought to... Sebastian followed his father-in-law's significant looks toward Ghost. He realized that he hadn't really seen her all day, even though they had been in the same building. He'd had his nose in a book from well before breakfast up until now, whatever time of day it was now. He had sort of lost track.
Ghost looked paler than usual, everywhere except her cheeks which were quite pink. Her voice, when she had been speaking before, it hadn't quite sounded like it normally did.
“Do you have a fever?” Some doctor he was, not even realizing that his own wife was sick. He curled his fingers and touched the backs of them gently to Ghost's cheek to test the fever theory. She felt warm, but it was hard to tell for sure, because his own fingers were so cold. At the touch, a tiny spark of cold energy jumped from his fingers to her face, sputtered, then died away. He stared at his own hand, surprised. He hadn't realized that his energy was running so dry.
He looked back to Mr. Swift, half bewildered, half apologetic, wholly uncertain of what to say.
Did she have fever? "Do you?" She reached up to catch his hand. Now that she had it in her grasp he would have to do some real convincing to get it back.
Allen grunted. "I feel the need to introduce you two. Sebastian, this is my daughter. My flesh and blood, who you married and who has sacrificed her life in order for yours to succeed here in America. I know-" He growled out the words before Maya could interrupt because it was swimming up in her eyes that she dearly wanted to. "I know what you are doing is ultimately for my daughter's well being, she won't let me forget that, but in the meantime you've let my daughter's well being fall to the wayside."
And if Ghost thought she was getting out unscathed, she was wrong because he rounded on her next.
"Maya, this is your husband. I don't know if your generation honors the words as poorly as mine did, but you know what things were like between me and your mom. I know you don't want that." He paused only to draw breath jumping from a tender nudge to a downright order far too easily. "And if you don't go upstairs and put some socks on I'm... telling Santa!"
He tossed up his hands and tromped back past his kids toward the back door. As much as this was his business, this was so not his business.
"Now if you don't mind, I still have some Christmas shopping to do." He put them face to face and put all the right ideas back into their heads. If they couldn't make things right after this moment, they would need better therapy than a grumpy old codger.
He left in a flurry of snow. Maya jumped when the door banged shut and turned to Sebastian. "I am so sorry. He's been miffed since mid-terms." Since her first cold of the season, that was. "Do you need anything? Jude's already in bed. I uhm." Her cheeks colored more. "I didn't know you were here or else I would have checked on you at least."
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 14, 2010 21:11:45 GMT -6
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Ghost had grasped one hand already, and when Mr. Swift had swung them towards each other, it had felt only natural to take the other one as well. It was like they were getting married all over again to stand that way and have someone remind them that they had promised to be together in sickness and in health.
He shouldn't have needed the reminder.
He shook his head dolefully at her apology, “He was right, though. I've been...” his tired brain struggled to find the words to express his sentiments, “...far too preoccupied.“
Sebastian pulled Ghost closer and hugged her close, “I'm so sorry. These classes are so difficult, and it seems so important to learn this material so that...” he trailed off, took a breath and started over, “ I can't believe it. I'm a healer and I let my wife get sick.”
He blinked tiredly at the question of whether he needed anything, then shook his head. “I'm not the one that is ill. Can I get anything for you?” Anything she wanted or needed, he'd get for her. All he needed was these five days to be over and only time could take care of that; time and study. He could maybe tuck Ghost into bed then read for just a few more minutes to make sure he could solidify a few things in his mind before they faded into the fog.
Preoccupied? Try absent. She didn't have the courage to call him out on it so instead, she put her hurt feelings to bed about Sebastian and school. Maya was so glad to see him when she did and always felt empty in his near absence, but she had started to fill her days with other things until there wasn't a moment left to think about who wasn't there... which meant she had essentially cut him out of daily life.
Suddenly she was feeling even more guilty.
Her unicorn pulled her into a hug and it took her a few moments to relax into him. Her head lay almost perfectly horizontally on his shoulder because of their height difference... like a bony pillow. She even closed her eyes for half a second as he spoke. This had to be a dream.
"I am not sick." She declared with a voice that begged to differ. "Maybe next semester you can take fewer hours? In smaller bites the material might not be so daunting." Also, there may have been a few ulterior motives sprinkled in there.
"As for now, we can make flash cards if you want." Far from going up stairs and putting on socks and even farther from being tucked in to bed, she pulled Sebastian over toward the office he had all but barricaded himself into.
Santa would surely bring her coal.
Maya didn't make it past the door. There was order to the madness, she could tell that much. But it was still madness. Books and notes in languages that Maya wasn't even sure were still used today.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 15, 2010 18:45:07 GMT -6
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He nodded into her hair as she started to hug back. Fewer hours would mean he'd have more time to spend with his family. It also meant it would take longer for him to learn everything he needed to know about how to help Ghost not disappear into thin air. There was already such a narrow window of opportunity between finishing medical school and the time when Ghost would perhaps be too far gone to help. And in that window he would have to discover a cure, too.
Sebastian swallowed, but couldn't choke down the rising doubts in himself. It just wasn't enough time, and he was starting to think that he wasn't smart enough to figure it out. It was like trying to discover a cure for cancer all by himself with a time limit of a year. What if he failed and found that all that time he had spent had been a waste?
Over Maya's shoulder, Sebastian surveyed the paper mountains that had sprung up from the desk's surface. All of that paper represented only a fraction of what he needed to know; an eighth or less. His tail drooped.
It all seemed so futile.
“It's more important that you rest. Don't worry about me. The Latin roots make the memorizing a little easier,” at least the names of the body parts, that was. “Let's go upstairs.” Suddenly the last thing he wanted was to be trapped in that hopeless room.
His shoulders sort of slumped. She felt the movement in her hand which was in his and it drew her eyes to look over her husband. He didn't sound all that enthusiastic about going upstairs. And he didn't seem all that enthusiastic about studying anymore either.
Maya was so disconnected with what was going on in his life she could no longer tell just from his face what he might be thinking no matter how hard she looked. So she had to ask. "What's wrong?" She still had his hand so she gave it a squeeze just in case her scrunched forehead didn't tell Sebastian that she was worried about him.
His study space was right there... it had been really important to him until her dad interrupted. "If it's about what my dad said, you don't have to worry about it...."
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 16, 2010 23:25:50 GMT -6
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Sebastian stepped backwards out through the doorway, getting about as far from the mountains of books as his wife's arm holding his hand would let him. He shook his head at the books, the lists, the papers, the syllabi, and the notes.
“It's not that,” his quiet answer was almost more to the books than to his wife. The words on the pages ran across the pages like tears in front of his eyes. The books lying open seemed to be laughing at him. Dread filled his chest, clenching his heart and making it harder to inhale fully. He didn't want to go back in there. Not right now.
He turned away from the mess, determined not to look at the piles of failure. It wouldn't be so bad, after he had rested a little while. He could come back later, when he had slept. When the panic was gone.
He took a deep breath and admitted, “I'm afraid. I'm worried that whatever I am able to learn here, it will be too little too late to help you.”
She watched. His chest rose and fell more rapidly, he stepped away, his nostrils flared. At first she thought his revulsion might be aimed at her, but no... Honey eyes traced his line of sight over her shoulder and back into his office. He was under a lot of strain. And nobody could say it wasn't her fault.
Maya complimented his shoulder. "It is really ambitious for you to take all of this on." And spoke to his belt. "You know... there are already experts on genetics and medical uhm heredity..." His knees got the next part. "I can't expect you to pursue something for me. Why don't you just get a regular doctorate with a focus in something you like? At your own pace?" And to his shoes. "Is this really good for you?"
She didn't voice that it might not even be good for herself or Jude. He had already said it himself and it felt like too low a blow.
"You don't have to rescue me every time, Sebastian. It's okay to be the one holding my hand instead..."
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 20, 2010 21:11:15 GMT -6
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Deep breaths, deep breaths. Don't panic.
Sebastian looked at his own feet, unaware that they were also under scrutiny by someone else as well. Ghost didn't say it in so many words, but what she was telling him that she didn't need a savior as much as she needed a husband.
He squeezed her hand back. He was holding her hand, and he could be okay with that, but it didn't ease all of the worry. If he didn't save her, who would? These so-called genetics and heredity experts... they didn't care about Ghost like he did. They had no idea that she even existed or that she needed help.
With that question she looked up at him. "Of course I'm afraid of disappearing. But I tired to change my life already. I tried to avoid using my power, I try to eat more healthy, I tried a lot of things that just weren't me... If I stop being me in order to save myself... what have I saved? I just... I can't live every day in fear. That just wouldn't be living."
Her eyes flicked back and forth between his trying to... trying to see what he might be thinking.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 21, 2010 12:51:33 GMT -6
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Sebastian ventured a look up at Maya's face. Her eyes were searching, but for what he wasn't certain. His eyes drooped at the corners, tired and sad, but searched hers as well. She was so sincere, so accepting. And so right.
If she was happy just living her life rather than trying to change it, shouldn't he be content to do the same? The past semester they had barely even seen each other, all because he was trying so hard to change fate. He had no proof, though, that what he had been doing had even helped. He had essentially missed half a year, without any guarantee that he had made any difference in the final outcome.
His shoulders drooped further.
“I'm so sorry Maya.” Sorry that he had failed at being her savior. Sorry he had failed at being a husband, and a father. Sorry about everything.
It was just so difficult to accept that he could not be both husband and savior. It was even more difficult to accept that his limited amount of time was so short. He had lost loved ones before, but it didn't make it any easier to know how limited that time actually was.
He wished he didn't know. It was torture to know about the future but not be able to do anything. The faces of a couple he had met in Europe, that now resided at his old home, floated to the forefront of his thoughts. How could he stand knowing? In that moment, Sebastian gladly would have traded saving the world from the Haywire virus to simply go back to being oblivious.
He was sorry. Yeah well she was too. That didn't change a thing. "The future is already changing." With how absolutely depresed that Sebastian appeared, she felt the need to remind him.
"It could be knowing that makes the difference. I- I'll make an appointment with a geneticist and maybe they can find something, but, Sebastian..." She waited until she could catch his eye because this part was important.
"I want you to persue your dream. You wanted to go to medical school before we knew all this. If you take away my uh-influence, what would your focus be? I want you to do that.
Uh-and you don't have to make a commitment one way or the other with school right now."
What they needed now was something cheerful. She swung their linked arms back and forth, fully aware that had she been having this conversation before the future dream that she would be crying her eyes out. Now her cheeks were dry and she wasn't sure what had changed.
"Want to try to figure out what Jude got us under the tree?"