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.
“Though it would help if you were a psychic. Or knew a friendly one.”
It’d be cool if we were psychic.
Hmm.
I’d just as soon avoid ‘em, though, even if they’re ‘friendly’.
Hmm.
Calley highly approved of her animal fostering and thing-having for cats and for birds. He rather liked both of those, himself, really.
"So, why are you so skinny? Even with a fast metabolism, you were eating enough back there to feed a small army. Shouldn't you be a bit thicker?"
Since he was furiously thinking of what to say for his answer, he missed the fact that there was an incoming poke. “Gah!” Since he missed the fact that there was an incoming poke, he was very shortly to be found across the hallway from Iris and her poking, in one very startled sideways-jump. The lime green squeaky hedgehog, naturally, hit the ground with an insulted skack! He rushed to apologetically scoop it up. “Errhm, sorry. Didn’t see that coming. Let’s see... ah, sometimes, I skip meals. A little. Need to stop doing that, ‘cause obviously, eating enough for a small army once in a while isn’t cutting it.” He skipped meals like dolphins skipped salt water. Thus making this his first not-even-technical truth. But it was a subject he really, really didn’t want to get into. Iris seemed okay, and he wasn’t minding the whole talking-with-her thing, but he didn’t generally confide issues he was actually worried about in people who he was still on a first-conversation basis with.
“So, umm, when are you leaving to go off on your dashing covert adventure with everyone’s favorite stereotypically-named ponytail-wearing not-used-to-not-getting-his-way person-type mutant?” He could have just said Hunter, but that wouldn’t have involved nearly as many hyphens. And, as science has proven for us, hyphenated speech is the best speech.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jan 8, 2008 0:09:02 GMT -6
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“Gah!” The hedgehog toy dropped and rolled, again with Calley in hot pursuit. “Errhm, sorry. Didn’t see that coming."
She, not completely successfully, held back a laugh. She said she would hit or throw something at him. She never said anything about poking.
Nothing about his response sounded suspicious or unusual, so she accepted it without question. Well, as long as you're not bulimic." He wasn't anorexic, though he looked it, not with as much as he was eating earlier. "Maybe you should try eating more meat as a tiger. They gain weight pretty quickly."
“So, umm, when are you leaving to go off on your dashing covert adventure with everyone’s favorite stereotypically-named ponytail-wearing not-used-to-not-getting-his-way person-type mutant?”
She snickered. "You forgot annoyingly-unphasable, and appears-out-of-nowhere. And, he didn't actually give me a time." She checked her watch to see what time it was. Getting close to seven am. "And he hasn't come looking for me, sent anyone to find me, or appeared suddenly from around a corner, so I'm guessing not for a little while yet." Then she shook her head.
"And I'm officially running out of questions. So I'll give you a freebie."
"Maybe you should try eating more meat as a tiger. They gain weight pretty quickly."
Not a half-bad idea, actually. He had a bigger stomach as a tiger, for one thing. For another, if the caf workers gave him looks when he came in as a human, he couldn’t wait to see their fun facial twitches when he came in as a tiger.
"You forgot annoyingly-unphasable, and appears-out-of-nowhere.” Calley snerked.
"And I'm officially running out of questions. So I'll give you a freebie."
“Seriously? Cool! Okay. Umm,” he thought carefully, meditatively tilting back his head and placing the lime green squeaky hedgehog on the tip of his nose. “Okay! Got one. Would you ever kill someone? Under any circumstances. Like, say, if it was either you or them, and no way out of it.”
"How do you manage to ask such deep questions, and still be so lighthearted?"
Calley tilted his head her way, catching the lime green squeaky hedgehog with one hand during its inevitable fall from his nose. “Honestly?” He wiggled his eyebrows with much amusement. “I’m not really seeing why I deep questions and lightheartedness contradict, so I’m definitely not having a problem doing both at once. And don’t feel bad about wanting to live. Just make sure that it’s the other guy startin’ things, not you. Then you’re pretty much in the clear. That’s what the legalese speakers call ‘self-defense’.” Calley was planning a little reactive self-defense, himself.
“Let’s see...” His head went back up, and the lime green squeaky hedgehog went back to his nose. “Why do you feel bad about that answer? Umm, please excuse me if I’m readin’ too much into that little pause and you not actually saying ‘yes, I would’.”
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jan 8, 2008 1:08:22 GMT -6
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“Honestly? I’m not really seeing why I deep questions and lightheartedness contradict, so I’m definitely not having a problem doing both at once. And don’t feel bad about wanting to live. Just make sure that it’s the other guy startin’ things, not you. Then you’re pretty much in the clear. That’s what the legalese speakers call ‘self-defense’.”
"If you say so...."
“Why do you feel bad about that answer? Umm, please excuse me if I’m readin’ too much into that little pause and you not actually saying ‘yes, I would’.”
She shrugged. "Because its a waste of someone's life," she replied simply. "It's a lose-lose situation. Someone is going to lose everything, for no good reason. I don't want it to be me, but it shouldn't have to be someone else either. It's just a shame it happens so often in the world."
She shook her head and smiled. "Do you ever worry about anything other than someone hurting you physically or how hungry you are?" If he didn't she'd be envious.
"Do you ever worry about anything other than someone hurting you physically or how hungry you are?"
“Yep!” Calley answered promptly, bouncing the lime green squeaky hedgehog back into his hands so he could grin over at Iris. “I also worry about getting eight hours of sleep a night, showering regularly, and wearing either appropriately-sized pants or a belt.” Currently, he was going with the belt option. His pants were rather oversized, and rather not-actually-his-pants. His T-shirt was sort of the right size, for once, at least. He wasn’t even having to readjust it back onto his shoulders. “I also wonder what it would be like to fly. And swim. Not so good with the swimming, personally.” That was a one-half truth, since he could fly. And it was awesome. Really, he was having trouble deciding whether he liked his cat forms or his hawk form better.
On that note: “If you could be any animal, what would you pick?”
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jan 8, 2008 21:15:13 GMT -6
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(OOC: Hey, someone has to be the dreamer 'round here. ;D)
“Yep! I also worry about getting eight hours of sleep a night, showering regularly, and wearing either appropriately-sized pants or a belt. I also wonder what it would be like to fly. And swim. Not so good with the swimming, personally.”
Iris put her free hand over her eyes and chuckled. She should have known; Calley seemed to take very little in life seriously. It must feel nice to be that carefree.
“If you could be any animal, what would you pick?”
She had a flashback of her dream the previous night, about the black panther with the silver eyes.
"Probably an owl. Or a panther. Maybe." She smiled. "I actually kind of envy you. Any of the big cats are beautiful. Of course bears are neat as well. So are horses. And raccoons. And snakes. Whales. Sharks. Um... hehehe.... yeah...." She shrugged her shoulders. "I, um, like animals. All of them. Kinda hard to settle on one."
Down the hall a door opened, and a woman came out, heading in their direction with a clipboard. She passed them by without looking up. Apparently seven am was when people began working, as several others passed by withing a few minutes.
"So, you said you were a healer, too. Can you heal others or just yourse.... elf?" An involuntary yawn split the last word in two, but she figured he would get the gist of her question.
"So, you said you were a healer, too. Can you heal others or just yourse.... elf?"
For a fleeting paranoia-filled potential-heart-attack split-second, Calley thought she was going to finish that last sentence with ‘yourselves’. Which would have meant she was working with more information than he credited her with. Which would have been bad.
He really needed to just start behaving like everyone and their mother was every bit as much of an information horder as he himself was. Then, maybe, he wouldn’t be leaving loose ends everywhere for very sharp people like Abyss to tie together.
“Just myself. You,” he pointed a lime green squeaky hedgehog at Iris, “should probably take a nap or something, before Hunter tracks you down and starts dragging you everywhere. Or, would you like to come with me back to the cafeteria?” His stomach wasn’t growling—it was just feeling hollow, and mildly ill. He hadn’t eaten nearly enough back there, thanks to Syn’s little interruption. Speaking of the woman: “Syn’s probably gone. And if she isn’t, we can throw cream cheese at her hair, or something.”
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jan 8, 2008 22:09:59 GMT -6
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“Just myself. You,” and she crossed her eyes as the neon green hedgehog was pointed at her, “should probably take a nap or something, before Hunter tracks you down and starts dragging you everywhere. Or, would you like to come with me back to the cafeteria? Syn’s probably gone. And if she isn’t, we can throw cream cheese at her hair, or something.”
Iris shook her head with a laugh, cut short by another yawn. "Eh, no thanks. I'd rather not chance running into her again. Rest sounds better, thanks. I guess we can put the Q-and-A on hold for a while."
When they reached the Infirmary, she paused to look him over again. Then she shook her head.
"You're an interesting kid Calley, to say the least. Try not to annoy too many people. At least not the violent types." She winked. "Thanks for the tour, and it wasn't too annoying talking with you. Hopefully I'll see you later."
With that she walked inside, and back to her room.