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.
Calley was, as usual, in the library. Because, let’s face it, the library was comfortable and awesome. And there wasn’t actually a librarian, so there was no one yelling at him for bringing in three turkey sandwiches to eat while he read through an encyclopedia of the animal kingdom (with pictures!). For once, Slate was even paying attention to the same book he was. There was a forgotten text on astrophysics lying on the table, underneath the two sandwiches they were still working their way to. The scrawny Italian teenager with the baby blue eyes was happily curled up in his usual chair, encyclopedia propped on his knees and turkey, bread, mayonnaise, tomatoes, and lettuce rapidly making the journey to his stomach.
Yep. Just another day at the labs, bein’ a bored spy. It was nice having time to himself... but seriously, Hunter needed to send him on a mission, or he was going to find ways to amuse himself. He doubted that the Scary Violent Abusive Boss Man wanted Calley running around the Labs, finding ways to amuse himself.
The girl was young, which naturally marked her as a student from the Institute. She came walking into the library, perusing the books, and humming happily. She'd been seen here and there at the labs since the students were evacuated there, and unlike a lot of the frightened students, she seemed to be perpetually in a good mood. This set her apart as strange, even for a mutant, at times like this.
Calley blinked upwards over the top of his book as the girl entered. He'd seen her around, first at the Mansion before the raids, and then at the Labs. But he didn't know her abilities. Therefore: she was on his official list of people to become close friends with.
"Hello!" He waved at her with the hand he wasn't using to hold his wonderful sandwich in. "If you need help finding anything, I kind of know where a lot of things are in here." Mostly because he'd literally been living there. Picking a room in the barracks... seemed a little too permanent. Calley did not intend to work for Hunter forever. "My name's Calley, by the way! Are you from the Mansion, too? What's your name?" Preliminary questions voiced, Calley happily chewed his not-so-happy-by-reasons-of-being-postmortem turkey while he waited for the young girl's response. For one of the kids, she usually seemed pretty happy, when he saw her around. As opposed to traumatized, that is. Calley appreciated a lack of traumatization in his conversational partners.
"I'm Sarah," she said, picking a book without really looking at it. "And it's ok... I don't know where everything is, but I know where I need to end up." She sat down at the table across from him, thumbing through the book, apparently looking for a certain page number.
Now that was an interesting statement, if ever Calley had heard one. Two could play at the ambiguous statement game! As the girl took a seat across from him, Calley nodded understandingly.
"So many people don't. Strange, isn't it? Everything is just waiting for them, but here they are..." He polished off sandwich number one, and sagely picked up sandwich number two. "So what's your mutation, Sarah? If it's on my path to know."
"I see the future," Sarah said, reaching out her hand without looking up to slide sandwich number three from being squished by Calley's elbow. "Not always all that it's cracked up to be, but it's nice sometimes."
So just because he'd over-extended on that reach for sandwich number two didn't mean sandwich number three had been in strict peril from his alarmingly accelerated elbow. That timely and mildly creepy save by the young Miss Sarah was welcome, but unnecessary. Yeah. And had he mentioned creepy?
He settled back into his chair with sandwich number two, and blinked at the girl. "That is kinda cool. Like a few seconds into the future, or the future future?" His stomach felt a little iffy, suddenly. He benevolently allowed sandwich number two a moment more of life. "Umm, for example, can you tell where I'll be, say, three months from now?" It was probably the sort of question he just shouldn't have asked. Those who were plotting death matches against their over-powered employers really shouldn't think too hard about the future.
Sarah looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged. "It's hard to say. Depends on a lot of variables. It's pretty likely that you'll be back at the mansion, unless something goes horribly wrong." She regarded the boy curiously for a moment, then resumed flipping the page numbers in the thick book. "I also see my brother keeping a close eye on you for some reason."
Calley tilted his head, and blinked twice, quizzically. "Who's your brother?" If all the guy was doing was 'keeping a close eye' on him, then everything was fine. Unless she suddenly upgraded that to 'keeping a close eye on you in your dungeon cell'. Did the Mansion have a dungeon? That would be sort of cool, but he'd never found one. Granted that there had been some locked doors in that building...
He also tucked that 'unless something goes horribly wrong' away in his mind without really letting himself think about it. Really, there were a lot of 'variables' that could go 'horribly wrong'. Like 'Hunter's hand' and 'ripping off his tail'. Which would no doubt only be the beginning. The Scary Boss Man wouldn't make it quick, would he?
Aaaaaand he wasn't thinking about this anymore. Calley retracted his benevolent state of non-eating from sandwich number two. Yay, turkey!
"Oh, he's the leader of the X-Men. Well, one of them, at least. He's been off all over Europe getting chased by a bunch of people with guns... the Church of something or other. He should have gotten back a couple days ago, or today at latest. So he'll either be trying to find me or trying to find the people that got taken to that camp. One or the other." Her fingers slipped, and she evidently missed her page, so she started flipping back. "Oh, and hide that sandwich for a minute."
Calley blinked three times, then hid his sandwich under his encyclopedia. It was either that, or down his shirt. Granted that his shirt was baggy, but sandwiches weren't know for holding together when they were inside of someone's clothing. "Why am I hiding my sandwich? And do you mean the Church of Humanity?" He scrambled for X-men leader-type names, but even while he knew most of their members--especially the new recruits: let's hear it for video-taped tryouts!--he didn't have a clear idea of their hierarchy. "And what's your brother's name? And what does he have against me? And can I help him? I really want to help." Suddenly, he did. It seemed an excellent reliever of boredom.
It was at that precise moment in time that Sushi, the ginger-stripped queen cat he'd adopted from the pound along with two other fine felines for the sole purpose of making Kaz paranoid, stealthily jumped onto his lap. Without friendly pause to demand a petting, she began pushing her nose under the encyclopedia to the source of birdly meat smell. Calley kept the book in place, despite the cat's efforts to look back at him with her amazing amber kitty eyes. Calley knew all about kitty eyes. Nu-uh. His sandwich. "Oh, and can you hide that other one? Before she notices it."
((ooc: Cbox hates me at the moment, so I'll say it here: bed time for me! Sleep well, ya'll. )
"Church of Humanity! That's it! They were gunning for him for a while around here... well, actually they were gunning for a lot of us, but he got them really pissed off after he took apart a few of their little warehouse-bases. His name's Mike. Or Cassiel, that's the big-impressive codename he uses." She picked up the last sandwich, slipping it into her purse while the cat was sitting there. "And I don't know why he was watching you so close... is there any reason he'd be suspicious of you?" she asked curiously. "I don't know how we can help him right now. I mean... it's not like I can call him and say 'Hey, big brother! I'm hidden away at a lab somewhere by some big rich guy that..." she cut herself off on that statement, scowling as the pages slipped again. "I mean, it's not like the mansion's phones work anymore, or even the power or running water. So the best I can do is sit here and wait for him to come for me."
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 22, 2007 15:12:19 GMT -6
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Calley knew of this Mike and/or Cassiel of which the young girl spoke. He’d known of the guy well before his official employment by Hunter, thanks to his little hobby of stopping by the NYPD station in cat form to collect his morning offering of donuts from a Detective who really liked cats. Her partner, who really didn’t, tended to have the most interesting phone conversations while she was out of the office. Apparently that guy hadn’t particularly wanted his partner knowing that some of the information he got was through being a Church of Humanity member. More recently, Calley had seen Cassiel exiting a room at the Mansion. Which was all very dramatic, since it was the War Room, and he’d been on his first official Hunter-Has-Me-Pwned spying mission. Too bad he hadn’t actually been able to hear anything past the reinforced walls, but he’d taken some pretty pictures on his collar cam as people rushed out to go on their dramatic X-Meny-Mission to have a long inconclusive drawn-out battle at King Pharmaceuticals. Yep; dramatic, indeed. He’d been asleep and/or unconscious on a bed in the Labs for that fight. That had been a long day.
On the bright side, sandwich number three was safely tucked away into Sarah’s purse. Sushi sat down on his lap, and mewled once in protest.
"And I don't know why he was watching you so close... is there any reason he'd be suspicious of you?"
Calley thought for a moment. “You know, rather a few reasons come to mind,” he answered with a little wink. Truer words were rarely heard.
"I don't know how we can help him right now. ...I mean, it's not like the mansion's phones work anymore... So the best I can do is sit here and wait for him to come for me."
There was an easy solution to that. “Why don’t we just go to him? I mean, it’s not like that area is hard to get into. They’re letting cars and stuff go past it, and I go jogging there sometimes; they’re watching it, but obviously not too closely, if people are living in the ruins.” He paused for a moment, then brightened to an alarming degree. “We could go throw rocks at the windows! There’s still a few that need breakin’.” He grinned at his own genius. What more traditional way of getting someone’s attention? Plus, they could definitely make sure one of those rocks was a prepaid cell phone, and give it a call later on. Someone might pick up. And if no one did... then they’d have still gotten to throw rocks at windows. Plus if the cops noticed them, the action ‘breaking mutie stronghold windows’ probably wouldn’t equate in their minds to ‘these kids are mutants, let us catch them, rarrr!’
Of course, this reasoning might not be entirely obvious, and he wasn’t particularly making an attempt to explain it. Mostly because he was already thinking about something else: “Hey—what book is that? You looking something up?” He proudly held up his own encyclopedia. “I’m looking at the poisonous frogs of South America!” As soon as the book was moved, the cat on his lap wasted no time: her teeth were into sandwich number two like a snake’s strike, and she was off of his lap, leaving a trail of bread and lettuce and tomatoes strewn across his lap and the library floor in her wake. Calley watched her go in lament-filled shock. “...She took my turkey.”
Sarah handed him the sandwich she'd stowed in her purse, frowning at what she read. "Well that's cryptically vague... still, I suppose it gets clearer in time."
She turned the book around, showing that the book she'd picked without looking at the title was Nostradamus, and that the page she'd been seeking without really looking at the numbers was in Century I of his writings. She pointed at one quatrain on the page.
The Sun and the Eagle will appear to the victor. An empty answer assured to the defeated. Neither bugle nor shouts will stop the soldiers. Liberty and peace, if achieved in time through death.
"And for some reason, I keep pulling back to this one, too," she added, shrugging, pointing at an entry a few quatrains up.
The young lion will overcome the older one, in a field of combat in single fight: He will pierce his eyes in their golden cage; two wounds in one, then he dies a cruel death.
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 22, 2007 22:24:57 GMT -6
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Calley put his encyclopedia onto the table, and quite happily accepted sandwich number three with a “Thank you”. Holding it with both hands, he nibbled at the top thoughtfully as he stared at the page. Nostradamus. ...Huh. Well, he shouldn’t have been expecting light reading from this girl, anyway. She was nifty, and he was quite entertained by it, but she definitely wasn’t normal.
He grinned a little as he read the second one, then properly chewed and swallowed before poking at it with the butt of his sandwich. “I like that one. Go, young lion! Umm, definitely can’t help you on the translation, there. Or whatever it’s called when something is written in English but it still doesn’t make any sense.” He tilted his head to her, nibbled at his sandwich again—chew, swallow—then asked her curiously: “Any particular reason we’re reading Nostradamus? Umm, and who is Nostradamus?” The name sounded familiar, in a round-about ‘this guy is famous and probably I should know who he is’ sort of way.