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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
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"And putting an end to the madness is a bad thing how? The world needs more resolution, especially of insanity. Leaving things unfinished and unstable just makes things worse in the long run as they spiral out of control." There was no peace if no one ended things, no resolution. All the bad just kept swirling around, repeating themselves or their variants again and again and again. The twisted loops needed to stop.
Moving his hair only worked for a handful of moments, and even that was a superficial balm. He was probably going to have to get up and find somewhere calmer before he started seeing spots or getting dizzy again. He had so far managed to avoid fainting or collapsing, and he wanted to keep it that way.
It took a little longer than it should have to hear, process, and respond to Clyde's query. 'I'm fine," he said. "Just a little warm in here. Warm everywhere, this summer." He took a long, slow breath, held it, and then gradually let it soundlessly escape. Breathing helped with the heat. At least he wasn't outside or at a sunny window. The sunlight was far too harsh now that the muggy pressure of summer had set in. It, like most everything else, was simply too hot.
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Clyde raised an eyebrow. “Okay?” His tone was confused. He knew what Aiden was saying, but he didn't understand what Aiden was arguing about. “That was what I was saying...” the age shifter muttered.
The time it took Aiden to respond to him was a little concerning. To him, he didn't exactly look fine. “If you say so,” Clyde doubted.
He suddenly winced, feeling the pressure of his limbs trying to tighten themselves. Again, he managed to halt the process, but barely. He felt sore all over. Was he needing to turn back already? This was earlier than usual. Sometimes, his mutation could be so temperamental. With the conversation and all, maybe he hadn't been focusing hard enough. He couldn't say for sure. Whatever the cause, Clyde knew he was going to have to turn back and rest, and soon.
Posted by Aiden Killian on Aug 3, 2013 21:42:25 GMT -6
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What was he confused about? Clyde had put himself on a team that voiced its opposition but did nothing to follow through with its disagreement. Well, perhaps his morals got in the way of murdering a fictional character despite that character's well-documented crimes against humanity. Maybe they should just try Bellandonna as a war criminal.
Funny how people could fail to understand one thing but be far too observant a moment later... especially when the first instance would have made things far smoother and the occurrence of the latter just made things a pain. He was probably going to have to tell Clyde a few more of the scraps of understanding he'd gleaned about his abilities in order to satisfy him. Before he could speak, though, he got to be the observant one. Clyde definitely winced. What was he wincing for?
Ai eyed Clyde for a few moments, but he didn't see anything strange going on now. "Um.... are you okay?" he asked hesitantly. He was sure he had seen him wince, but....
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The irony this situation was glaring. There he'd been, wondering if Aiden was all right, right when his own mutation decided to play games with him. And, Aiden was quick to latch onto the fact. “I'm fine,” lied Clyde. At this point, his mutation was really fighting him. He couldn't hold his teenaged form much longer. Clyde took a few steps backward from Aiden. “Have to run. See you around!” he spat out before bolting out of the aisle, away from the other teen. He knew how weird he must have been acting, but he really didn't feel like explaining his situation.
He staggered a few aisles down, feeling the pressure increase all over. At this rate, he wasn't going to make it back to the bedroom. It looked like he'd have to make-do with something else. He entered a section and sprinted around the corner in the back.
He didn't even check if anyone was coming in before he allowed his form to snap back to its usual childlike state. Once that was done, the pain immediately stopped. Panting, Clyde looked down at his now-far-too-loose clothes and sighed. It appeared he was going to have to hide back there a while before returning.
Posted by Aiden Killian on Aug 4, 2013 21:48:38 GMT -6
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Chances were that Clyde was being just as much of a liar as he had been on the whole not-in-dire-straights point. Ai didn't have the slightest clue as to why Clyde was having issues, since there was no sign of him sharing (or really understanding) his own heat-related problems, but who knew what sort of sensitivities he had instead? It wasn't as if Aiden had any idea what made Clyde suitable for habitation in this school, after all.
A moment later, Aiden was staring down an empty aisle. What was all that about? He should probably check to make sure Clyde wasn't dying or something just around the corner... but what if he was turning into some vicious beastie thing and he was terrified he was going to eat everyone? That wouldn't be very good to walk in on. What else could it be? Some sort of medication he was late for? That could potentially lead Clyde to be well on his way to dying some horrible death nearby. Aiden wasn't exactly a doctor, though. Medical stuff didn't normal crop up that quickly, though, did it? He didn't think so...
Great. Now he was going to wonder and worry about this until he found out what was going on. He couldn't leave his books strewn around, though, so he took a moment to tuck them back into their places on the shelf. Putting series away was easy, at least, and it wasn't long before he was hesitantly and sneakily peering around the corner of the first bookshelf. No sign of Clyde. Maybe he just needed some space? That had been a bit sudden and extreme, though... He edged around the corner just in time to catch sight of clothing similar to what he thought Clyde had been wearing disappear around another corner. Was he running? In a library? What was going on?
After glancing around and seeing no one around - part of the reason he had chosen this part of the library, after all - Aiden picked up his own pace to follow Clyde. This was just strange, but he would feel rather guilty if something happened to the guy and he could have helped.
.... Okay, he should be honest. His life would totally suck and everything would get really nasty again. So. Attempts to prevent any potential horrors or losses of life had to be made. There would be no more debate on that point without further information. Oh hey, snow was showing up again. Random and generally annoying, but look! No more heat! Aiden basked in the all-too-brief coolness before the snow melted again and he felt the room's heat once more. Well, most of the snow. The last few flakes were clinging to his shoulders and cheeks with their seriously disturbing refusal to melt. Rounding the last corner, he tried to brush away the stubborn bits of temperature-resistant water, and then stopped.
Those were the clothes he had seen Clyde in, yes? He just wasn't... a teenager any more. Weird was a place to start, he supposed. "I... take it you aren't dying some horrible sudden death?" he asked, a little hesitant but offering a (weak) touch of humour. He tried to compare the kid's face with the teenager's. Oh! Maybe he was like that guy in that one series, where he'd stopped aging because he got fused with a demon thing and ended up temporarily turning to how he would be after nearly dying and going all vampiric on his best friend.
On second thought, please let there be some non-anime-related explanation for this. He'd rather not get his blood sucked out.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Aug 5, 2013 0:16:24 GMT -6
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Just when Clyde thought he'd escaped an explanation, he heard a newly familiar voice speaking to him. His face went pale as he found himself looking up at Aiden. Crap, he didn't think that he'd follow him! Notgoodnotgoodnotgood!
“N-no, of course not,” Clyde stammered. He took a few steps backwards, hanging onto his pants so they didn't fall down. If it weren't for the fact that it was hard to run in shoes that were several sizes too big, Clyde would have been out of there in a flash.
So, he had to get a hold of himself and deal with this head-on. He took a deep breath and did his best to erase any signs of fear from his demeanor. “Okay, now you know my mutation hates me. Say what you want.” The way he said it, it was almost as if he dared Aiden to make a crass remark.
Posted by Aiden Killian on Aug 5, 2013 6:29:49 GMT -6
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Oh good. Random people not dying was much better than the alternative. He was extremely surprised to find himself to be the one less uncomfortable with the situation, though. Seeing young-Clyde's face pale with fear made him feel really, really awkward very quickly, and he shifted nervously. Maybe he should have stayed where he was and not tried to satisfy his concerns about future guilt and other people's well being. He could live with it, couldn't he? It seemed a bit better than this right now...
It simplified things nicely when young-Clyde got a hold of himself with a deep breath. Deep breaths were good in unpleasant situations, at least as long as the unpleasantness was not related to anything nasty in the air. More breathing was probably not a good idea then.
He found himself scratching the back of his neck at young-Clyde's admission. "At least you can do half of something with it," he said drily, feeling surprisingly confident in the position of less-uncomfortable-person. "I mean, I made it un-hot for maybe two seconds on the way here. I should have counted, because I think that's my record for this week. It's random and nothing at all happens when I try." Clyde's mutation hated him? Well, at least it recognized his existence.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Aug 5, 2013 21:11:58 GMT -6
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Clyde rolled his eyes, not believing what Aiden said about his mutation. It wasn't as if age shifting ever did anything that made being trapped in kid form most of the time worthwhile. If anything, it just resulted in embarrassing gaffes like the one he just had.
Aiden's mention of his own mutation was somewhat vague, but Clyde thought he got the gist of it. What he didn't understand was why he seemed to disliked said mutation when it sounded bearable to him. Even if it was why he couldn't stand heat. “You make things cold with yo mutation? That doesn't sound so bad. It might actually be useful once you can control it,” he told Aiden with a bit of hesitation. Cold generation could be added to the list of mutations Clyde would've taken instead. Unless, there was some nasty downside he didn't know about. One could never know for sure.
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"Cold. Snow. Except it just happens rather than me doing anything, and the cold is nowhere near frequent enough to help with things." Ai shifted a little awkwardly, feeling out of sorts talking so candidly, but he did his best to try to press onwards. "The downside is that I overheat. All the time. There are too many people for me to stay in the well-air-conditioned places and I can't really go outside while the sun's up." There was also the part where he only healed himself, and whether or not he wanted to, even when he would so much rather pass it on to others... but he was actively trying to stop beating himself up over that, so he kept it to himself.
He fidgeted for a moment. "Um... Can... can you get older again or do you want me to go get you something that fits?" he asked hesitantly. Yeah. Even if Clyde was currently a little kid, Aiden did not want to see his clothing fall off, and it rather looked like his pants were at serious risk of doing that. Fixing that teensy little enormous problem would be a good thing. He did have to wonder, though, how old Clyde really was. Was this a random shift or a reversion to his natural state? It was hard to tell, and while Clyde seemed more like a teenager than a little kid in behaviour, Aiden really hadn't spent enough time around kids to tell. Heck, he could only pick up on teenage behaviour because he was stuck in classrooms far more than he ever wanted.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Aug 7, 2013 23:34:32 GMT -6
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“I see.” Clyde's initial guess was close; Aiden made things cold and he made snow. And, the way he made it sound, he didn't have all that much control over it at the moment. That made him remember how it was when his own “power” showed up, and how lucky he'd been that it didn't show up in front of someone else...
Right, his clothes. Judging by how much his mutation acted up, it needed to rest. Which meant he needed to change into something else. It looked like he was going to have to take up Aiden's offer.
“You'd do that? That'd be great,” said Clyde, still keeping his pants up. Wow, not only had Aiden showed enough decency to withhold jabs at his mutation, but he even offered to help. That was more than what he could say about a lot of his former classmates. “If you go the guys' hall, it's the forth room on the right. It's probably unlocked.”
Posted by Aiden Killian on Aug 17, 2013 10:50:14 GMT -6
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... Was someone he had to tell about his mutation finally not going to ask more about it or obsess over how 'cool' it was to be able to make snow?
Evidently he needed to spend more time with guys. Thinking back, it was really all the girls who went crazy. Best to avoid them for the foreseeable future, then.
Given the enormous gift that was Clyde's lack of interest, Aiden really ought to do his best to help him out. The clear solution to that was to continue the trail he was on and get him some clothing that fit properly. From the sound of it, this was a more-or-less regular occurrence and there would be correctly sized clothing to be found without significant difficulty in his room. With a brief nod to show that he understood, Aiden pivoted and worked his way out of the library. Fourth on the right, fourth on the right.... Not far from his and Persi's room, then, though he didn't really recall seeing Clyde around much before. He didn't keep the most usual of hours, though, and did generally make a point of not interacting a great deal with his neighbours.
Reaching the dorm hallway and turning appropriately, Aiden quickly found the fourth door on the right and knocked quietly before he could think about what he was doing at all. A kindness for a kindness, and no one was answering. That was really reassuring. Glancing sideways to ensure the hallway was empty, he turned the knob and hesitantly stepped inside. The room was empty and disturbingly similar to his own. He quickly found kid-sized clothing, grabbed the usual range of garments, and booked it.
There were still a couple of snowflakes clinging to his hair, marring the black with their stubborn whiteness, when he returned to Clyde. He held out the clothes. "Will this work for you?"
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There wasn't really much Clyde could do once Aiden left except wait for him to return. He was somewhat embarrassed about needing someone to grab clothes for him in the first place. Wouldn't it have been convenient if he didn't have to change clothes every time he shifted? Too bad he didn't know how to sew, much less, design something like that.
That musing was interrupted once Clyde saw Aiden return, clothes in tow. Good, he was able to find the place no problem. “Yeah, that'll work.” he said as he accepted his clothes. “Could you...?” He motioned for Aiden to turn around.
Yeah, it looked like the corner of the library was going to have to be a makeshift changing room. It wasn't something he particularly wanted to do, but at least it was better than changing in a phone booth where people walking by on the street could easily see you. Seriously, who thought of that?
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Clothing delivered, check.
He may have forgotten what would logically happen next, and flushed very, very red when Clyde prompted his gaze elsewhere. Aiden forced himself to nod and not move around the corner, ostensibly guarding it against possible intruders, as if something were attacking him. No, calm and slow, that was the way to escape.
Ohgodohgodohgodthiswasawkward. Why did he have to be so nice? It just made things horrible and complicated and embarrassing and people never remembered the niceness anyway, only the horrible and embarrassing complications, and Clyde lived really close to him so he was probably going to see him again and Clyde would remember how weird and awkward he was and probably think weird, totally untrue things about him (because he wasn't weird and awkward at all, really) and he might even bring it up, or tell other people, and eventually one of them would decide it was worth bothering Aiden about, only the only person he could possibly hide behind now was Persi.
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Why did Aiden look so embarrassed? He wasn't the one who had the wardrobe malfunction! Yet, to Clyde, it seemed Aiden was even more uncomfortable with the situation than he was. Weird. Even if Clyde's teenage instincts told him to be embarrassed, he knew that he had a kid's body, and therefore, there really wasn't anything to see. Maybe it was best that he didn't try to figure out why it made Aiden feel so awkward.
But since this was a library, Clyde took the clothes and tried to change as fast as possible. It didn't take him long, only half a minute. “Okay, it's safe to look,” Clyde told him as he started to put on his socks and shoes. “And thank you.” Really, he was pretty grateful that Aiden helped him out like that.
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Aiden very carefully tried to rub some sort of mark out of the floor with his toe, trying to make the utterly pointless task occupy all of his thoughts. What had made the mark? What was its origin story? Everything had an origin story. Most people just didn't care about the vast majority of them. Did the mark's story hold any facts or details worth knowing, if only in passing interest? Idle curiosities? Surely there were idle curiosities. Pretty much everything had some if you thought about them enough, assuming you were at all interested in thinking about them that much.
Oh. Clyde was done. That was good. Big relief. Aiden had brought himself under a greater semblance of control by now, so he turned (only inwardly hesitantly) back and leaned against the nearest shelf a little. "It's no problem, really," he said, a bit of the awkwardness still present in his voice. "I mean... well, I'm sure talking to me didn't put off-" he paused to gesture at the whole age mess "-this. It's the least I could do." Hopefully the least he could do now would be to go back to his readings or finding a new less-hot spot. That would be nice, if probably impossible. People were people, after all.