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.
And it appeared that her face tasted good....ouch...."What story did you want to read Kat?" She stood and brushed herself off and also straightned her robe...."I'm up for anything. Perhaps you might have something that interests you Calley?"
Calley purred laughingly at the pair of them: they both looked so funny, straightening out their robes with the utmost of dignity after his carefully administered cleanings. He nodded his big head at Kat’s question, and flicked his ears forward at Kitra’s. With a beckoning curl to his tail tip, he turned, and strode quite through the bookshelves like a conquering king. He stopped, of course, in the picture book section. It was tiny and surprisingly high up, but it existed, much to his eternal amusement on Hunter’s behalf. He didn’t really care which book, so he sat directly across from the section, and stared at it. He gave a purr to emphasize the point.
Katrina followed Calley to the children's book section. He certainly knew this library well. The children's section was rather high up on the shelf. Looking around, she saw a stool at the and of the row of shelves. She retrieved it and stood on it to be able to see the books better.
There were all types of children's books here. Many of them were picture books, but there were also some longer chapter books, including some very old volumes that looked like they had been passed down through generations of young children before they ended up on this bookshelf in a place where children were rare. She noticed that the tops were getting dusty. It was kind of sad that they were here. all waiting to be read with no one to read them. They would have to do something about that.
She started looking through the books for one that would be interesting to read out loud. The one that stuck out the most to her was one with a tiger on the front. It seemed like a fitting choice. Katrina pulled it off the shelf and looked at it. It was called The Jungle Book.
Looking up at Kitra, she asked, "How about this one?"
Kitra smiled at Calley and Kat. "Sure Jungle Book looks great." Kitra reached out and took the book gently from Kat's grasp and settled on the floor next to Calley and motioned for Kat to sit in her lap if she'd like. She cleared her throat and opened The Jungle Book and started reading.
MOWGLI'S SONG THAT HE SANG AT THE COUNCIL ROCK WHEN HE DANCED ON SHERE KHAN'S HIDE
I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the jungle listen to the things I have done. Shere Khan said he would kill -- would kill! At the gates in the twilight he would kill Mowgli, the Frog! He ate and he drank. Drink deep, Shere Khan, for when wilt thou drink again? Sleep and dream of the kill. I am alone on the grazing-grounds. Gray Brother, come to me! Come to me, Lone Wolf, for there is big game afoot. Bring up the great bull-buffaloes, the blue-skinned herd-bulls with the angry eyes. Drive them to and fro as I order. Sleepest thou still, Shere Khan? Wake, O wake! Here come I, and the bulls are behind.
Kitra blinked, 'This is rather deep for a children's book. Still this is cool. I haven't read like this, well too someone ever.'
Rama, the King of the Buffaloes, stamped with his foot. Waters of the Waingunga, whither went Shere Khan? He is not Ikki to dig holes, nor Mao, the Peashame!, that he should fly. He is not Mang, the Bat, to hang in the branches. Little bamboos that creak together, tell me where he ran? Ow! He is there. Ahoo! He is there. Under the feet of Rama lies the Lame One! Up, Shere Khan! Up and kill! Here is meat; break the necks of the bulls! Hsh! He is asleep. We will not wake him, for his strength is very great. The kites have come down to see it. The black ants have come up to know it. There is a great assembly in his honour. Alala! I have no cloth to wrap me. The kites will see that I am naked. I am ashamed to meet all these people. Lend me thy coat, Shere Khan. Lend me thy gay striped coat that I may go to the Council Rock. By the Bull that bought me I have made a promise -- a little promise. Only thy coat is lacking before I keep my word. With the knife -- with the knife that men use -- with the knife of the hunter, the man, I will stoop down for my gift. Waters of the Waingunga, bear witness that Shere Khan gives me his coat for the love that he bears me. Pull, Gray Brother! Pull, Akela! Heavy is the hide of Shere Khan.
'Why is this in the children's section?! It really shouldn't be. But, um, it's intruiging. I want to know more.'
The Man Pack are angry. They throw stones and talk child's talk. My mouth is bleeding. Let us run away. Through the night, through the hot night, run swiftly with me, my brothers. We will leave the lights of the village and go to the low moon. Waters of the Waingunga, the Man Pack have cast me out. I did them no harm, but they were afraid of me. Why? Wolf Pack, ye have cast me out too. The jungle is shut to me and the village gates are shut. Why? As Mang flies between the beasts and the birds so fly I between the village and the jungle. Why? I dance on the hide of Shere Khan, but my heart is very heavy. My mouth is cut and wounded with the stones from the village, but my heart is very light because I have come back to the jungle. Why? These two things fight together in me as the snakes fight in the spring. The water comes out of my eyes; yet I laugh while it falls. Why? I am two Mowglis, but the hide of Shere Khan is under my feet. All the jungle knows that I have killed Shere Khan. Look -- look well, O Wolves! Ahae! My heart is heavy with the things that I do not understand.
Kitra paused to look down at Kat to see her reaction. And to see if she was still awake.
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Calley liked the look of that book. Now that book, right there, was a book that they could read. Surely his impression had nothing to do with the tiger proudly stalking on the front. With just as much surety, one could be sure that Calley himself wasn’t puffing out his chest proudly.
...As Kitra read, one could definitely be sure that Calley wasn’t puffing his chest out. In fact, he might be deflating. So, umm. Shere Khan. That was the tiger in the story, right? He’d forgotten that the tiger as the villain.
Calley felt very appreciative to have his own skin. Attached.
Katrina sat in Kitra’s lap and listened as Kitra’s voice fell into the melodic rhythm of the poetry. The words painted pictures and left traces of emotions in her mind. There was pride- pride that Mowgli had killed the tiger, but he wasn’t happy.
The Man Pack have cast me out. I did them no harm, but they were afraid of me. Why? Wolf Pack, ye have cast me out too. The jungle is shut to me and the village gates are shut. Why?
Loneliness. Katrina felt it, too. The humans had cast her out and now she was with the wolf pack. Would she fit in here? After one day she had met a lot of new people and they all seemed nice. But they didn’t love her like her family did. At least she thought her family loved her.
These two things fight together in me as the snakes fight in the spring. The water comes out of my eyes; yet I laugh while it falls. Why? I am two Mowglis
Confusion. Katrina was unsure of who she was, too. Was she Katrina, daughter of Jean and Claire Dumonde, or was she Katrina, daughter of the mutant resistance? I am two Katrinas. Could she be both at the same time? Her parents were part of the human world; even her mother who was a mutant, hid it and lived as a human. Now Katrina was living in the mutant world. They were two worlds that were at war.
All the jungle knows that I have killed Shere Khan. Look -- look well, O Wolves! Ahae! My heart is heavy with the things that I do not understand.
Sadness. War brought so much death, like the poor tiger in the story. Katrina reached out to pet Calley, both to comfort him and to comfort herself. Was Shere Khan really bad, or was he just living his life the way tigers do? Is that any reason to kill, just because someone was born into a certain body? It didn’t seem like a very good reason to Katrina.
Kitra frowned slightly in worry as Kat reached out to pet Calley, they both seem as bothered by this story as she did. "Perhaps something more cheerful would be better." She looked down at Kat and stroked her hair gently. "Makes one stop and think though. About everything that's going on, why this is even happening. Why a person you care about is so far away." Kitra trailed off as a tear rolled down her check, her thoughts had turned to Zelek. She had liked him, a lot. More then was rationale for that little bit that they had known each other. Kitra blinked, "Sorry, I was thinking about someone." She smiled, "Was there something different you wanted to read or would you like me to continue?"
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Calley appreciated the petting, and lay down next to Katrina, resting his large head on one of the young girl’s knees.
"Perhaps something more cheerful would be better," Kitra observantly spoke.
Perhaps something with less tiger skinning would be better, Calley tried to convey through a very deadpan look up at his Sis.
"Makes one stop and think though. About everything that's going on, why this is even happening. Why a person you care about is so far away," she went sentimentally on, even going to the point of crying. Huh. Calley made an effort to stop and think. Had something with that deep of a message been in the poem? Hmm.
Hmm.
Hmm...
If something like that was in there, Calley came to the conclusion that he didn’t really care. That boy had skinned a tiger. After killing it, no doubt—usually tigers weren’t too obliging about the skinning thing prior to their untimely unjust deaths at the hands of annoying wolf-wannabe brats. The worst part was that the kid wasn’t really thinking about the tiger anymore—he was thinking about... Oh. Well, I guess that’s where they’re getting all the deep stuff from. But it seemed stomach-turning to him for the kid to use the death of a tiger to work out his own personal issues. If you’re going to kill a tiger, kill a tiger. If you want to work out your personal issues, work out your personal issues. These did not have to be related events.
He poked at Kitra with his tail, just to see if that would make her go less sentimental all over his library.
Maybe the Jungle Book hadn’t been the best of choices for bedtime reading. It was an interesting story, and Katrina wanted to read the rest eventually, but it was making everyone too sad to read before bed. It sort of defeated the whole purpose of getting rid of bad dreams.
“Let’s pick something more light hearted before we go to sleep,” Katrina suggested. “You should pick the book this time, Kitra.” Then she realized that Kitra was stuck as long as she was on her lap, and Katrina was stuck as long as Calley’s head was on her own lap. She scratched Calley’s ears by way of apology as she wiggled her way free. Then she scooted over to sit next to Calley’s stomach, so Kitra would be free to choose a new story.
She was poked by Calley's tail, "Sorry Calley." Kat wriggled free from her lap so she could pick a book this time. Kitra got up and walked over to the bookshelf and looked for a few minutes before spotting what she wanted. Grabbing it off shelf, she went and sat down next to Calley and Kat, right next to Calley's time as well. Petting Calley for a few moments, she then opened up Pippi Longstocking and started reading about the redheaded little girl. She was always getting into some sort of mischief.
OOC: Sorry guys my posts are not going to be the best for the next week or so. I'm having difficulties with my health at the moment and new devolopments have occured. My apologies *bows*
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((ooc: Understood, Kitra. I hope you feel better. ))
There was a warm body next to his tummy. Calley found this to be a rather amusing turn-about. Housecats tended to be the tummy sitters, and humans the tummies. Tigers… apparently reversed this situation, at least as far as twelve year olds were concerned. He purred. But, ah, at only hint-of-storm-warning volume, instead of full-out thunder. Best not to drown out the reader.
Kitra’s selection was much more entertaining, and vastly less depressing, than Katrina’s. He curled slightly to snuggle the back of his head against his Sis’ knee, listening to her with one swiveled ear. She was a pretty good reader. And this was very comfortable. Slowly, his purr began to quiet, and his eyes began to close.
IC: Kitra continued reading as her lips curled into a smile as she noticed that Calley's purring slowed and stopped. She continued reading Pippi Longstocking, and before long her voice became slower and slower. Finally it stopped as the book slowly fell from her hand as her head fell forward in sleep.
Katrina snuggled next to Calley as Kitra began reading from the new book. She smiled at the antics of the girl in the story, but soon her eyes were drooping. She didn't even notice when the purring or the reading stopped. Kitra's soothing voice and Calley's warm fur had already done their job. This time her dreams were much happier.
Ooooo, you're gonna die, punk. That's right. With your fuzzy little tail and your twitching whiskers... yeah, grass muncher, you just stay... right... there...
The gray rabbit continued peacefully grazing, unaware of the little white wraith with black spots here and there that was drawing ever nearer, one
delicately placed
paw
at
a
time.
The spring rains had left the grass lush and well-fed; it folded down, padding his footsteps without a single sound of protest.
You are so dead, I can already taste you. You are so dead, you're practically committing suicide. You are so dead, you--
The rabbit turned around, and looked directly at him. "Please stop inanely prattling in our dreamscape. Additionally, I hear breathing that does not belong to the young ladies. If you would stop mindlessly fluttering our eyelids with your quote-REM-unquote sleep, I could simply open them and see--"
The small cat laid its ears down, and lowered its chest to the earth. Its baby blue eyes glittered from the shadows of the grass.
It is about then that the oddly talkative rabbit realized his intentions. "This is ridiculous. I refuse to take part of this--Calley. Calley, stop that. Calley."
Why--won't--you--die? It was hard to believe that the thing was still sniping at him, when by all rights, that pounce would have broken its spine, and the mauling to the jugular really really should have been causing some form of massive bleeding.
With a mildly irritated gleam in its dull black eyes, the gray rabbit raised a fore paw, drew it back, and aimed it directly at the little cat's--
SLAM
Calley awoke with a growl, a leap, and the afterimage of a headache. He braced himself on all fours, his head lowered towards the noise that had awoken him, and his fur standing at attention to double his size. He may or may not have scattered Katrina and Kitra in his wake.
Thank you, Abyss. Slate contentedly stated.
Oh. It's Abyss. Calley's rudely awoken mind realized. With a sudden rumbling purr, he walked over to the man, and attempted to climb in his lap. This might have been an action he would have thought better of if he was more awake, given the fact that he wasn't exactly house cat sized at the moment. Why he didn't fit was a mystery to him at the moment, so he settled for draping himself as best he could. There was, of course, much purring involved with this action. Kitra and Katrina were entirely forgotten, for the moment.
SLAM!! "Gah!! Kitra tried to leap straight upwards, instead she fell backwards as Calley leapt up and went straight for the cluprit. And Calley proceeded to attempt what a lapcat should only be doing. It was highly amusing but wasnt was that Kat might get hurt. She quickly put out her arms to catch Kat and smiled weakly up at Abyss, "Hey Abyss, how are you doing?" Kitra yawned and yawned again. "W-what are you do---ing here?" She blushed slightly and yawned again, "Sorry I must be tired."