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.
The library was a nice change from the streets and alleys where Ember spent most of his time. It was warmer and lacked the noisy hustle and bustle of traffic and small minded people rushing from place to place. But most of all, there were books. A lot of people probably wouldn't have expected Ember to be much of a reader with the attitude he puts forth, but he had always loved books. He read to learn, he read for recreation, and he read to escape the cruelty of the world he saw around him. He would love to one day contribute his own works to the beautiful collective of literature within these walls. Heh like that would ever happen.
Ember had grabbed a couple of books from various sections when he first arrived. Among the books he had selected was a smallish one of poetry, a slightly larger one on american history, and a novel he had selected at random. He knew he likely wouldn't finish any of them, and he wouldn't be able to sign them out, but he figured he could probably return here at a later date. It's not like he had much else to do when he wasn't busy finding food for himself. With his hostile, distrusting personality, he certainly wouldn't be hanging out with anyone or anything.
He made his way straight to the first relatively out-of-the-way reading nook he saw. He set his books on the desk, folded up his wool trench coat which he set on the table, and sat down to read. His long golden hair hung down the back of the chair as he opened the collection of poetry and started to read. for the first time in a long while, Ember allowed his usual hard, angry glare to fade as he lost himself among the pages of these marvels of human imagination. The only piece of human beauty that he allowed himself to accept.
Chris let out a small squeak as the stack of books he had been carrying went flying right towards the blond person. The same blond person that he had been sneaking furtive glances at for a while. Okay, so maybe the trip hadn't been entirely by accident but the end result was the same.
"Oh my god I am soo sorry!" Chris babbled "I don't know what happened. Nothing hurt you right?" Some of the books had been verging on the heavy side. He grabbed the last of the books and plonked them on the table before doing the same with himself and the seat. That is he sat on it, not the others way round.
"So sorry for doing that, I can be such a clutz sometimes. Oh and before I forget my name is Chris." He waited for the guy to respond. No matter what happened he figured it would be better than sitting in the corner of some library sneaking glances at the cute guys. Right?
The young boy had been contemplating a rather harsh poem that had been a little out of place among the other lighter pieces within the book when a squeak and a tumbling sound drew Ember out of his revery. He whirled around, drawing his hands up in preparation to take on… A pile of books flying towards him, with a rather large one going right towards his head. He quickly caught the one going for his head, if only barely as a few of the other books hit him. He uttered a few curses under his breath, but he was otherwise unharmed.
"Oh my god I am soo sorry! I don't know what happened. Nothing hurt you right?" Ember simply glared at the young man a moment before he curtly replied, “I’m fine, no thanks to you.” then tossed the book he had caught almost carelessly by the pile that the other had amassed on the table beside him. Rather pointedly, Ember then turned back to the poetry he had been reading before. As much as Ember prefered being alone, he did his best to avoid starting anything here. A library was not a good place to start a fight, for several reasons. He had no desire to be forced to leave the premises.
"So sorry for doing that, I can be such a clutz sometimes. Oh and before I forget my name is Chris." Oh great, was this guy really going to try to start talking? So much for trying to find a secluded corner. Ember only glanced back at this Chris momentarily and grunted out a quiet, “Uh-huh.” and once again began reading the poetry he had selected, much more aware of the presence beside him, and with a harder expression back in place. He had come here for some peace and quiet, and conversing with some random clutz did not fit into that equation.
Chris could sense that the other person was not really interested in talking. He could also understand why, he had gone over and interrupted someone else reading but hey, he was here now and he figured he would go for a little longer or until he was forcibly removed, whichever happened first.
While he was thinking this his eyes landed on the book in-between hum and the blond. "Poetry huh? I never really read much when I was younger, to busy jumping around buildings." Chris let out a small laugh. "Never really got the point of poetry. I mean, half the time it never rhymed. Guess that's why I went and climbed."
Chris petered off here. He could hold a one sided conversation fine with most people. But with a cute person that was ignoring him. That was out of his depth.
"Poetry huh? I never really read much when I was younger, to busy jumping around buildings. Never really got the point of poetry. I mean, half the time it never rhymed. Guess that's why I went and climbed." A climber, huh? Okay, that admittedly peaked Ember's interest. He did have his own interests in climbing and free running. However, there was a slight... inaccuracy in what the other guy was saying. "Free running is not a hobby for klutzes." Maybe he was being a little more distrustful than was warranted, but it Ember never really trusted anyone or anything.
With a frustrated sigh, he then snapped the book shut and went to look Chris straight in the eye, with an expression that was less than friendly. It's not like he would be able to focus on the writing with the other guy chatting away. "Poetry isn't just about rhyming. It's about the symbols, the images held within the text." He knew he likely wouldn't be drawing in any converts here, but poetry was something that Ember was passionate about. "Poetry is about the meaning and messages hidden within the text. It's..." He then gave a small, derisive snort, not finishing the next thought.
"Free running is not a hobby for klutzes." Chris laughed. "True true. Although with the amount I do most people wouldn't call it a 'hobby'." This was actually true. Chris didn't really need to work seeing as how old he was and his ability to forge notes. He also had turned down the amount of stealing that he did after the whole airport thing. So to compensate he had been doing more parkour. "Poetry isn't just about rhyming. It's about the symbols, the images held within the text.Poetry is about the meaning and messages hidden within the text. It's..." Most other people probably would have been slightly annoyed by the snort, some might even bristle and shoot back a sarcastic response. Chris however ignored it. If someone wanted to think he wasn't capable of something then they could go ahead. "I kinda get it, there are a lot of hidden stuff in it. It's like a simile or a metaphor. You seem to know a lot about it, have you written any. Ooh! Are you some famous poetry dude that I am being completely oblivious about?" Chris had noticed the snapping shut of the book and the, let just say not so friendly, look that he was being given so some flattery might help ease the situation.
If the other kid spent so much time climbing, then what reason would he have to be in the library? With a pointed glance at the pile of Chris's books, Ember tried to scan what book titles he could see, in case they could give Ember a hint as to why Chris was here bothering him. "I kinda get it, there are a lot of hidden stuff in it. It's like a simile or a metaphor." That's the best the kid could come up with? Not that Ember had high expectations, but it seemed to him that Chris had missed the point entirely. Just as he was missing the fact that Ember was doing his best to shoo the boy away without starting a fight.
"You seem to know a lot about it, have you written any. Ooh! Are you some famous poetry dude that I am being completely oblivious about?" This caused Ember to pause. He did write, but he was nowhere near famous. As much as Ember liked the idea of being a little famous for his poetry, he wanted to keep a low profile. He didn't like the feeling he got that it may ultimately lead him back to his father, and it wasn't just hatred towards his old man. "Yes, I write, but I'm not famous."
Another thing that irritated Ember was that he couldn't tell if Chris was naively unaware of Ember's annoyance, or if he was just ignoring it. One way or the other, Chris likely had some reason to come over and bother the irritable human, and he wasn't saying it outright. "What is it that you want?" He cursed the guilty feeling in his gut at trying to make the other go away. You don't need friends if you are strong enough. No need to let yourself get hurt because you put too much trust in others. That's what he believed anyways, even if it did get lonely.
Chris saw Ember looking at his books. "Ah, I don't really tend to read for entertainment. Hench my books are one Parkour,Computers and one I was recommended. It some fantasy thing." He pointed to each one in succession. Pl "Yes, I write, but I'm not famous." Darn. A g§ but still, it could happen. "Well, you could become one in future. I'll keep an eye out for your name on a book cover in future" The boys, or rather teenagers, next question took Chris by surprise. So naturally he blurted out the truth. "You." It took a few seconds for Chris to realise his choice of words. "I don't mean that in a creepy sense. In the sense that I would like to be friends. Although you are cute and, so... Um yeah" Chris didn't like being asked stuff on the spot, mainly because it always resulted in an embarrassing situation for him. Like this one.
"Ah, I don't really tend to read for entertainment. Hench my books are one Parkour,Computers and one I was recommended. It some fantasy thing." Ember was quiet as Chris listed off his books, who was clearly missing the point of Ember's pointed glance. That, or he was ignoring the implied accusation. "Well, you could become one in future. I'll keep an eye out for your name on a book cover in future." He only gave a small nod in response, "Yeah, sure. You do that." He didn't mention the fact that he had not given Chris his name.
Chris's next word caused Ember to have a bit more of a reaction. He almost immediately tensed, setting his feet so he could stand quickly, ready for a fight. He has beaten up plenty of street thugs and people of that generally despicable sort. It doesn't need a very big stretch of the imagination to think that Chris may have been one of them or somehow related to one, and was out for revenge. He relaxed a little as the other teenager explained himself better. After a small pause, Ember chuckled shortly. The kid thought he was cute? That was rich. Ember was a rough and tough fighter, and probably looked at least a little unkempt. But then he paused as a sudden realization hit him.
Since cute was generally used to describe most anyone physically appealing nowadays, was Chris... trying to flirt with him? Ember wasn't into guys, and he didn't like the idea of putting his trust in someone. Better to rely on your own strength. That way no one can hurt you. "What makes you think I want any friends?" He quickly realized that came out wrong. That was the kind of response that screams distrusting tough guy act to anyone observant enough to notice.
Chris noticed Blond, it was much easier to call him that instead of "the person facing him", tensing and immediately decided that he had to have been in a decent amount of fights for one word to set him off. "What makes you think I want any friends?" Blond's next question answered itself. But, Chris was too nice to point out that was obviously what you would say if you were putting on an act. "Honestly, because nobody actually likes being alone. Yeah sure you get people that say they do, but really, they're lying." Chris reckoned that it was fairly obvious who he was referring to, but he figured he would make it a bit clearer, just incase. "Also the other reason is that you are trying to send me away with subtle signals, instead of hauling my ass outside." Okay, so maybe that was slightly too clear. [[OOC: Sorry about the borked posts. My phone sucks]]
It may be true that being alone sucked. Humans are ultimately social creatures. However, Ember's experience with people has always been less than pleasant. Ember had learned to rely solely on his own strength, so when Chris brought up the fact that, no matter how much Ember wished it wasn't true, he was lonely and did want friends, it kind of struck a nerve. Voice rising a little bit, he replied, "Let me rephrase that; What makes you think I need any friends?" He closed his fists tightly, then half opened them again as he glared at the fool across from him.
"Also the other reason is that you are trying to send me away with subtle signals, instead of hauling my ass outside." Oh, Ember was sorely tempted. However, starting a brawl, or even forcibly removing someone from the premises would have caused him a lot of problems. This was a public library after all. "The only reason I haven't beaten you bloody already is 'cause we're in a f****** library. Where else would I go if I was barred from here." He wasn't shouting, but his near growling, raised voice was beginning to draw the stares of the other people in the library. "There is such a thing as security cameras and witnesses."
Only then did he realize that dignifying Chris with an answer had only been encouraging the boy. Damn it. He should have just ignored him. However, this realization only added fuel to the fire of his growing frustration.
"Let me rephrase that; What makes you think I need any friends?" "Umm. Actually the same reason that I said before. Because every human, no matter what they say doesn't like being alone." Chris internally cursed. At this rate his mouth was going to condemn the rest of him. Next time, think before talking. Hopefully then these situations would stop or at least become less common. Who was he kidding, it was only a matter of time before the acted and then thought. "The only reason I haven't beaten you bloody already is 'cause we're in a f****** library. Where else would I go if I was barred from here. There is such a thing as security cameras and witnesses."
Okay, so perhaps the whole 'lets think from now on' was a tad late. Chris noted the raised voice and aggressive tone. He considered reaching for his staff (See! Thinking before acting!) but that would probably just escalate the situation. In any case, the points being made were actually rather valid"Okay, so perhaps that last argument of mine didn't quite take your points into account. However I think that overall it still stands." Chris may not have been a shrink or psychologist but his time on the streets had told him some important things. One notable thing was that the people that look like they don't need help/anyone usually need it the most. The only reason he didn't voice this was the key word "usually", when that statement was wrong, it was very wrong.
Chris let out a bitter laugh. "Typical" he muttered. His life seemed to be full of instances where he started off with one thing or intention in mind and ended with the opposite. Not that he was complaining, otherwise his life would be boring but it would be nice not to have to think on his feet for once.
"Umm. Actually the same reason that I said before. Because every human, no matter what they say doesn't like being alone." Yeah, but 'like' and 'need' can be very different things. Ember may have wanted friends, but what he felt he needed was to not let anyone hurt him. He believed that was achieved by total independence, never letting anyone in. "Like and need are two very different things, and I can tell yah what I definitely don't need: Someone who claims to be a friend for their own selfish reasons!" This guy really needed to stop talking. Ember didn't want to be kicked from the library, or worse, arrested, but Chris just kept talking. At this point, Ember no longer was thinking about the consequences of what he said, or what he may do if Chris kept angering him.
He didn't want to hear the crap Chris was spouting. He refused to let himself get sucked into that wishful thinking 'cause that's how you let yourself get hurt. Let someone in, then fall as they abandon you. He didn't want Chris as a friend. He didn't want any friends. You grow dependent and then they aren't there for you when you need them. They abandon you and move onto greener pastures. Better to rely on your own strength.
So why not just walk away, or make him leave? He didn't know. He didn't want to know. He tried to bury his little flower of hope under the glowing embers of his anger, as he has always done, and had every intention of always doing. "Okay, so perhaps that last argument of mine didn't quite take your points into account. However I think that overall it still stands." Chris's argument definitely did miss Ember's points. "I don't want a f****** parasite in my life! Your argument holds no sense of reality, just wishful thinking and the fantasy that someone actually gives a **** about you!" Now he was starting to yell. One of the librarians made as if to approach Ember, then subsided before getting too close, obviously rather scared of the angry teenager.
"Like and need are two very different things, and I can tell yah what I definitely don't need: Someone who claims to be a friend for their own selfish reasons!"
"And pray tell me, what are those selfish needs? You appear to think I have some ulterior motive to trying to befriend you and other than wanting to be your friend, I don't. Not everyone in the world is out to stomp on your life, some people just want to be friends."
"I don't want a f****** parasite in my life! Your argument holds no sense of reality, just wishful thinking and the fantasy that someone actually gives a **** about you!"
Chris grabbed his books and his staff and stood up from the table. If the guy was this determined to not want him as a friend, or even to know him at all, pushing like this was not going to make a difference. Well, that and his last outburst had cut deeper than Chris was willing to admit. His hand clenching and relaxing on the staff was the only indication of his feeling that he gave.
Just before he left Chris turned and, in a calm voice said "If you truly wish to drive all other humans away from you then I will leave now, but know this, when you are in your darkest moment and you do think that nobody would ever be able to give a f**k, and that you are a parasite on everyone, your friends are there."
"And pray tell me, what are those selfish needs? You appear to think I have some ulterior motive to trying to befriend you and other than wanting to be your friend, I don't. Not everyone in the world is out to stomp on your life, some people just want to be friends."
Yeah, right. Not that they would ever admit it if they did. Which of course they do. Even if they refuse to admit it to themselves. That's just the way people are. That's what Ember kept telling himself anyways. He comes first, and him only, since that's the truth behind humanity's honeyed words. May as well embrace it. Except now he was having trouble following that on the inside. When Chris stood, Ember moved to his feet as well, tensed and ready to fight. Chris's grasp on his staff, the way he stood, the false calm. The dark haired boy obviously didn't like what he had been told. Whether he would attack or not was however an uncertainty to Ember until he he turned to leave.
"If you truly wish to drive all other humans away from you then I will leave now, but know this, when you are in your darkest moment and you do think that nobody would ever be able to give a f**k, and that you are a parasite on everyone, your friends are there."
Now that struck a cord of his own. His early life had been one big dark moment. "I've already been there, and there was nobody. Not friends, not family, not anyone!" When Chris began to walk away, Ember merely thought, "That's right, just scamper off, like any liar who's bluff has been called." Chris's walking off should have reaffirmed Ember's suspicions, so he couldn't figure out why it hurt so much. Or at least, he refused to accept why. He then softly mumbled, "Wait." Too quietly to hear, but then he repeated himself, slightly louder, but still with his usual angry tone of voice, "Wait!"