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.
Posted by Cheshire on Jan 11, 2008 23:08:57 GMT -6
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Calley
"Okay fine I'm going to the pet store to buy a kitten, possibly two."
Calley glared at Kitra. Glaaaaaared. “You can get kittens from the pound, too. Kittens that didn't get breed just to be sold; ones that actually need a home. And they're probably healthier than pet store kittens, too: pet store kittens don't get examined by vets and don't have all of their shots.” Calley didn't like being in pounds—he'd had a few close calls, in that regard—but he like the idea of pounds. The idea of pet stores was not nearly so good.
Need I ask why you care?
'Cause someone has to stand up for the abandoned critters of the world!
...I see.
“Anyways, have you even thought this through? Pets are a big responsibility. Especially cats! They can live for over twenty years. They need stable homes. Are you prepared to have that kitten, 'possibly two', until you're in your forties? Are you really going to take care of it?” He was getting alarmingly close to her face, by this point. With squinty-eye action! “Or do you just want something fluffy and cute? 'Cause if that's what you want, we can get you a stuffed animal. They don't need responsible dedicated owners or love and affection or someone besides a teenager who likes animals.” At some point, the lime green squeaky hedgehog had jumped from his pocket into his hand, and was being used to poke at Kitra's chest. Bad Kitra. She just sounded irresponsible. A kitten, 'possibly two'! His butt. She was going to get bored and dump those poor cats, or she was going to realize the life of an active baddie didn't have room for kittens, or—
"Uhh.. y-yes. Sure. That would be helpful. Th-Thanks."
Calley looked over at Mettaliar, and blinked twice. “Oh, right. Kaz.” He straightened up, and backed himself and his speech out of Kitra's personal bubble. “Right this way!” He pointed the way down the hall, and started heading that way, himself. People started moving faster if someone actually started moving.
Kitra rolled her eyes at Calley. He had gotten alarmingly close to her face, but that was Calley. You had to expect the unexpected with him. Made things intertaining though. She smirked slightly as he headed down towards Kaz's room. She followed Calley and motioned for Mettaliar to follow as well. "Everything will be cool Mettaliar. We'll get you to see Kaz." She caught up with Calley, "And Calley, once we're done here we can go to the pound. And yes I have thought a lot about getting a pet," She smiled happily. Animal friends were easier on the heart sometimes then people friends. "Whadda ya say Calley?"
Posted by mettaliar on Jan 12, 2008 2:18:21 GMT -6
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Mettaliar ignored the conversation discussed between Calley and the other girl. All he did was follow. That's all he could do. Follow them to a meeting with a certain someone. He kept his hands in his pockets the whole time and looked a bit down. He was thinking about how to introduce himself to Kaz after the whole Haywire debacle. He simply sighed and looked up with his hazel eyes, watching the two talk about pets... or something.
Reminds me of childhood. Hell, if I could really think about it, that Calley character as a whole is just... childish. Scary, simply cause I won't b surprised if he's still stronger than me. Mettaliar contemplated.
"And Calley, once we're done here we can go to the pound. And yes I have thought a lot about getting a pet. Whadda ya say Calley?"
“Hmph,” Calley hmphed. “That's better.” He stuck his chin out, and let it lead the way down the corridors to Kaz' door. Which was, as always, marked by the entirely cheesy sign:
“Well, then.” He announced. “Shall we see if the big bad elf-eared man is in?” Training with Kaz had not helped to increase his respect level for the man. Calley raised his hand, and knocked loudly. He glanced at Mett as he did so, supremely curious to see if the sharp sound would make his fellow teen jump. He seemed really withdrawn. Which made him, inherently, a fun person to play with.
Posted by mettaliar on Jan 13, 2008 0:46:30 GMT -6
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Mettaliar looked at the door as a shiver went down his spine. He wanted to turn back and just not have to confront Kaz. He was nervous to discuss his plan to take a political turn with anyone in the first place, and with the past events, maybe today wasn't the best day to face his fear. Yet even if he had decided to turn back, he couldn't. He was too afraid to move anyway.
When the knock via Calley rang into his ears, he wasn't ready to embrace the sound. He jumped for a second and looked up. A part of his mind expected Kaz to be there, yet felt embarrassed to not see that. He noticed Calley looking at him and gulped. A bit of blush appeared on his cheeks. He hated being payed attention to, except when it really mattered.
Posted by Cheshire on Jan 16, 2008 22:40:40 GMT -6
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Calley
Tick tick tick...
When nothing much exciting was happening, sometimes it was fun to picture a clock.
Tick tick tick...
A very loud clock.
“You know,” Calley announced, turning away from the door, “I think Kaz is out to lunch, or something.” It was a perfect cue, and his stomach didn't miss it: rumble. He blushed. “Umm, speaking of lunch. Anyone hungry? We could go to the canteen, and try again later.”
He tilted his head curiously at Mettaliar. “Why did you want to meet with Kaz, any way? You really don't have to in order to join the Resistance, just for the record. And he's really just sort of a figurehead while that Anotonipoo guy is away. Did you have something important to say, or something?” Calley was always up for listening to other peoples' important business.
Posted by mettaliar on Jan 16, 2008 22:50:25 GMT -6
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Mettaliar waited, and sighed when Calley mentioned Kaz not being there. He looked down, his hair fully drooping over his face. He cracked his neck quietlym, thinking about turning around and doing nothing. Than Calley asked him about his reasoning. Better to tell someone than to do nothing. he thought to himself.
"Well, I'm not looking to joing the Resistance. Well, not in the way that most people do. I've heard rumors that the leader here, either Kaz or this... other character you speak of, is going through a political route, hoping to leave violence to ther fighters while he tries to end everything. Well, upon hearing this, I've become interested in helping. I want to take that route too, as it is my strongest. That's why I want to see Kaz."
Mettaliar brush his hair back from his left eye and staring at Calley with his deep hazel eyes. He held his arms crossed, leaning against a wall to support him.
Kitra raised an eyebrow, things always got interesting when you least expected. "I say we do lunch, then see if Kaz might be in." She shrugged and looked at Calley, "Calley, you need to eat more often. You are way too skinny for a teenage boy." She looked over at Mettalair, "Whatever your strong points may be, its best to use them wisely."
Posted by Cheshire on Jan 18, 2008 20:39:13 GMT -6
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Calley
"I say we do lunch, then see if Kaz might be in," Kitra said, much to Calley’s puzzlement.
...Did she just say exactly what we just said, like it was her own idea?
Yes.
Huh.
It may have something to do with her image of you—perhaps she does not believe you intelligent enough to put forth a normal, sound idea. Therefore, she does not hear it, even when you do.
...Is that a good thing?
Yes, actually. As usual, their internal dialogue did not take any noticeable time; as far as Mettaliar and Kitra were concerned, he was simply politely listening with a half-smile on his face as Kitra kept talking.
"Calley, you need to eat more often. You are way too skinny for a teenage boy."
Blah, blah, blah. She really does think we’re stupid. Too stupid to even eat.
Again; this is a good thing. The inspiration of underestimation is our most valuable trait.
Pfft. It’s annoying, though.
“Whatever your strong points may be, it’s best to use them wisely."
And that’s some nice general Hallmark advice.
...Need I ask why you are in such a foul mood?
Let’s see. Our body’s starving us to death, and Hunter’s letting us get bored to death. I’m bored and hungry and dying.
We’re not dying.
Yeah, well, we’re not exactly getting healthier by the moment, either. ...Can we just go cat somewhere?
I would like to speak to Mettaliar first, if you have no objections.
Can we go catting later?
Yes.
Then go for it. With a sort of frustrated mental half-shrug, Calley went to the back of their mind to contemplate how, exactly, a cat could be poisonous. They could try that later. But for now, Slate assumed control. As his first act, he began walking towards the cafeteria. It was not far, and it was a reasonable assumption that the other two would follow him. After that, he turned his attention to Mettaliar’s very interesting words.
“It is Antonescu and Miss Iris that are ‘going through a political route’, as you call it.” He informed the man simply. “If you are hoping to accomplish things without violence, I do not believe joining them will be part of your solution. Antonescu... did not strike me as a pacifist. He was extremely vague as to his methods, as well: I fear that he will be attempting something that is ill thought through. May I inquire as to what it was you had in mind, Sir?” Slate had decided that he would begin giving everyone a polite title. There were three key reasons behind this:
1: It was good manners.
2: They had learned that Kaz was annoyed by such titles.
3: It emphasized, in a suitably subtle manner, the omission of any such title from Antonescu’s name.
Posted by mettaliar on Jan 18, 2008 22:40:31 GMT -6
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Mettaliar waited for the exchange in conversation between Calley and Kitra to end. Once Calley started towards the cafeteria, Mettaliar followed with his arms still crossed. Suddenly he heard Calley turn around and talk to him, informing him on the updates of the other political associates. Once the name Iris came up, he missed a step and slipped, almost falling. Dammit, what is going on here? He sighed and looked up his eyes settling down from being flared. He looked back and noticed one thing.
Calley wasn't talking like Calley. His speech was more fluent and sophisticated. It threw him back a little as he scrambled to answer.
"To end all of this without the use of violence is one for the true idealist. It cannot be done. However, pure violence will only show our flaws and let the governments leash loosen ever so more. If we combine those tactics though... we could have a chance to completely alter to view of the public. Fear combined with logical arguments and pleads would hit both the tyrants and the public. That is my overall goal. That way, we all have some osrt of role of saving our kind from being completely eliminated." Mettaliar raised his head and looked at Calley. He patience for a response was long, as the statement he had just revealed was a bit much.
Posted by Cheshire on Jan 25, 2008 20:33:24 GMT -6
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Calley
((ooc: Kitra, Mett—hope you don’t mind me posting out of turn. I figured me and Mett could continue the conversation, and whenever you’re feeling up to posting again, Kit, you could join back in and just say “you were getting food”, or something. That okay? *hugs Kitra*))
Slate locked the man’s words away in the clutter for replay, and replay, and replay. It was not until they were walking through the doors to the canteen that he said anything at all. And then, it was simply: “Interesting, though I do not entirely agree. I will speak to you more upon this after I get... food.” He had nearly said “our” food. That, indeed, would be a silly mistake.
((ooc: *hand waves ‘to the point we’re all sitting down, so that the conversation can keep going*))
When he finally sat at the table, he dove back into the topic at hand as if many minutes hadn’t passed since Mettaliar spoke.
“I believe a combination of violent and non-violent actions to achieve a goal could indeed be effective. Likewise, pure violence could be effective, as well: and in all probability, significantly faster, if one has the resources. However, I must disagree that pure non-violence is doomed to failure.” He took a bite of his hot ham and turkey sandwich, chewed, and swallowed.
“I must ask before we discuss this further: what is your definition of non-violent action? Perhaps mine is merely... broader than yours. I will say now, however, that I am interested in aiding you. Ever since I decided that beating things up with my caveman club was not a preferred option, I have largely had no place in the Resistance except in its cafeteria. I would like to help change our circumstances much more than I would like to sit around in a laboratory, waiting to see whether this ‘Antonescu’s’ motives are as pure as he puts forth.”
Posted by mettaliar on Jan 27, 2008 14:00:00 GMT -6
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Mettaliar immediately sat down in the canteen and rested his arms on the table. He wasn't hungry. And even if he was, it wouldn't matter. Food wasn't something he concerned himself with. When Calley... or at least what he though was Calley... began the conversation again, Mettaliar listened very closely. When he was finished, Mettaliar nodded his head very carefully and sat up.
"You have a point. Non-violence could potentially work. Yet, how long would that take? Decades? Hell, even past our lifetimes?" he spoke acknowledging both Calley and himself. "For me, I'm impatient. I have friends stuck captured by our government and I just couldn't by sitting by in protest while they suffer. Plus, as you've mentioned, we have our Malcolm X's and Robespierre's of our generation that want to beat the next police officer they see. Why not use them for their good while we use their own system to bring fear into the eyes of the public? That will be the only way to quickly end this situation."
Mettaliar kept in mind Calley's other question and remembered to answer. "Oh and by the way; my thoughts of "peaceful protest would be the similar of Ghandi's; hunger strikes and sit downs. Yet, this is why we can't just do that. You see, what is it that the humans want?" He paused and then answer his own question. "Our end. They want us gone. They see us as animals and people different than themselves. They fear us so they want to eliminate us. What would a hunger strike do but just make them happy? They'll laugh at us as they watch us slowly crumble trying to prove a point they don't want to hear." He finished and sighed, looking at Calley.
((ooc: Sorry for the delay in reply! The end of the semester was upon me. )
Slate listened intently as Mettaliar stated his ideas, nothing in his face or posture moving by so much as a hair to indicate what he was thinking. His breath came evenly in and out. His eyes remained on Mettaliar. That was all. It was... slightly unnatural. What Mettaliar was saying was interesting enough that it warranted Slate’s full attention.
“Hmm,” he said once his fellow teenager had said his piece. “Your point is quite valid. I suppose an idealistic view needs significant modification in light of the current situation; and indeed, one should always use the tools at their disposal.” His head tilted slightly to the side, his eyes still on Mettaliar, though he was no longer seeing him. “Intriguing. I suppose I had failed to classify violence as a ‘tool’. A knife can be used easily for murder, or skillfully for surgery. One simply needs to direct it with precision.” It was quite a nice mental image: Slate rather liked how it felt in their mind. The knife, slicing a thin, exact line across their skin.
He refocused upon Mettaliar. “I believe a hunger strike would not be as bad of an idea as you make it out to be. If it draws media attention, it will turn us into icons. To allow us to die, or to put us into the camps, would turn us into martyrs. If there is one thing that any power in this world should fear, it is the power of a martyr.”
...Slate. No martyring. And seriously, a hunger strike? Could you think of a worse idea for us? We’re already starving to death, and we don’t know why.
“However,” Slate shifted tactics, “such extreme measures seem entirely unnecessary. If you are serious about attempting to influence the public using both violence and non-violence, than I would suggest that we begin a campaign of non-violence immediately. It appears, after all, that the rest of the Resistance has already begun plans for violence. I would suggest attempting to organize a march for rights to the capital. I believe those are traditional in any civil rights movement. Perhaps we could hold rallies at local colleges, and contact the groups already opposed to the law to spread the idea...” He did not know much about the topic, really: only the brief glimmers of memory from a middle school history class, between Calley’s lapses in attention.
“Additionally, it would seem to me that neither I nor you are obvious mutants. This raises a question: do we present ourselves as human, or do we admit to what we are? The first is less dangerous for us, but the second has the greater potential for producing a rallying point.” Or so it would seem in Slate’s own logic, at least. He had exactly zero experience in this area.
His use of ‘we’ might seem a little odd to Mettaliar. Slate was simply taking it fore granted that he would play a part in the teen’s idea. They were bored at the Labs, after all. This was... intriguingly non-self-centered. Altruistic, even. It was a refreshing change from the thoughts he normally heard.