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.
"Hmm, I'm sure I could. Depends on what the material used is, but I am sure I can do it. You know I'd do anything for you, dear." She sighed and nodded. She was confident in his ability, perhaps overly so. It was good that he seemed confident too. She rubbed her eyes one last time.
"Would you like to go lie down for a bit before we resume any more activity? I think, judging by the time, that it is probably pretty late in Mr. Barova's part of the world, so we can wait til later. You look terribly tired, dear."
"Time doesn't matter for emails." She shook her head letting her hands fall away from her face. Maybe she had overextended herself with the eye thing. "I'd rather get this sent as soon as possible. Put the ball in his court or whatever. It's just a little email. I can rest afterward..." She hesitated. "promise." She smiled weakly feeling rather lame. Since when did just reading the news wear a girl out so much?
"Time doesn't matter for emails." Garrett was visibly pleased, chuckling heartily. " Touche, dear. I'll have to be more devious in my attempts to take care of you in the future. Very well, let's see here." Though Maya may have been overtaxed physically, he had to really be on his toes at all times to slip anything by her. One of the many things he loved about the woman. He brought the email program back up and put the subject line as An Interested Party, announcing such to her.
He cleared his throat prior to typing." I'll type something up and read it aloud and you can tell me any changes you'd like to make prior to me sending it. "He began typing away, his thoughts being pounded out on the keyboard. It didn't take too long, as he wanted to keep it fairly simple. Once finished, he looked it over and religiously ran over it with spell check and looked for grammatical errors prior to speaking.
"Mr. Barova,
I am Garrett Wills, M.D., resident surgeon at the mutant colony in Antarctica. I have a patient here, who happens to also be my longtime friend and companion, who might benefit from your artistic works. It may also give you an interesting new medium to work with. Her mutation causes her body to be incorporeal most of the time, unless she expends an enormous amount of energy to affect things in her vicinity. We thought you might not only be able to create a masterpiece from her, but also possibly give her a sort of vehicle to use to be able to interact with the world again.
If this interests you, please do not hesitate to contact me. We look forward to hearing from you.
Regards, Garrett Wills, M.D.
" So, how's that sound?" His fingers hovered over the keyboard awaiting editing instructions.
Maya cleared her throat. "Sounds wonderful, although... if you're going to call me your patient, should you really let him know that I'm your..." She smiled tiredly as she remembered his words, "longtime friend and companion? I'm not saying you should hide that we're romantically involved." She raised and lowered her shoulders in a visual shrug. "Heh, but isn't that a conflict of interest or something?"
Garrett was simply glad that Maya hadn't had a laundry list of editing for him. In regards to her question of his wording, the answer was simple. " It would only be a conflict of interest if the artist and I were forming a legal contract of sorts. I am not your guardian, at least legally. In all other matters, I live for the opportunity.You are the one entering an agreement with him, so you can refer to me however you like. We already know how we are united. Everyone else can figure it out, Love." He sent the email as is and turned the monitor off, bring ing the room back to a dim state, which had to relieve Maya's tired eyes somewhat.
Standing, he put his hand out. It was a gesture mostly, due to her state, but nonetheless he wanted her to follow. I have upheld my end of the deal, dear. Now you must honor your promise to come to bed and rest. I'll come to, even if only to lie near you and ensure you actually rest." He looked at her. He saw through her, more than his mortal eyes did. Regardless of her pain, her condition, her time, her lack of it, he loved this woman completely. Neither a genetic condition, a world at odds, nor time itself would keep them apart.
Maya listened carefully when Garrett explained why it wasn't a conflict of interests. She didn't really get it, but then again... she didn't really have to. He seemed to have everything under control which was nice. It made for less critical thinking on her part and the gears in her mind weren't exactly catching every sprocket right now. She perceived as he moved the mouse and tapped a few last key entries before pushing away from the computer. She had to simply trust that he'd already sent the email. He had just as much interest in her becoming whole as she had, perhaps even more.
He stood and extended his hand and reflexively she reached out to him, the eddies of cool mist encircling his hand, wrist, and lower arm p to the elbow as she slid closer. Had she been solid she would have her arm cradled in his like a lady might hang on a gentleman's arm.
"I have upheld my end of the deal, dear. Now you must honor your promise to come to bed and rest. I'll come to, even if only to lie near you and ensure you actually rest." His face turned fully toward hers and she smiled weakly wishing she could see what must've been an unfathomable look. Normally she might protest, make some excuse, or otherwise try to wriggle out of her end of the bargain, but she actually felt rather miserable between her headache, eye ache, and general fatigue. It was probably good to get Garrett to lay down and rest a bit too even if it was just long enough to tuck her in.
"To the bat cave then?" She joked already following him out of his office. Maya scratched at her head with her free arm trying to decide how many hours she'd been awake so far. She wasn't used to this whole 'no sun so it can be whatever time you want it to be' place.
The pair headed out of the infirmary and back down the elevator. When they arrived in Garrett's quarters, he keyed in the lockout code to ensure privacy for a while. He stretched and went about preparing the bedroom for them. He had known that Maya couldn't actually be tucked in, at least for now. He looked forward to the days and nights of not only tucking her in but snuggling up close to her, feeling her warm body push back into his. For now, though, he had to make due.
He stripped free of clothing, glad to be free of them. " Feel free to drop your clothes if you don't want to keep track of them, I have the room locked, so no one will be interrupting. One good thing about a cave is that once I turn the lights off, it will be absolutely dark in here, which should help your eyes somewhat after all of that screen staring." He smiled and hung some plastic sheeting over the entryway, so if she started to float around the room sleeping, she wouldn't find herself in one of the other rooms on the ceiling or something.
Garrett slid by the sheeting and turned all of the lights off in the rest of the rooms, leaving only the bedside lamp on, which he would turn off once she was ready.He slipped under the sheets, glad to be free of things for a while. He had told Rita to page him if necessary, but only absolutely necessary. Maya was only here for two weeks, the Colony could have him back as normal afterward. For now, she was his main focus.
They made it though the corridors and elevator arriving at the cave at last. Garrett was out of his clothes almost immediately, but it was nothing sexual. That was impossible. It was only for comfort. She drifted toward the bedroom intent to simply collapse into bed.
"Feel free to drop your clothes if you don't want to keep track of them, I have the room locked, so no one will be interrupting. One good thing about a cave is that once I turn the lights off, it will be absolutely dark in here, which should help your eyes somewhat after all of that screen staring." Garrett was hanging a more solid curtain to the bedroom. Maya didn't bother to correct him about the light even though it was the second time he'd mentioned as much. It really didn't matter. She settled onto the edge of the bed and tried to think about how she was keeping her clothes in sync with her body. Her headache didn't abate even when the skirt and shirt fell through her body into a pile. She sighed.
He slipped under the sheets and she settled in as close as was possible. She relaxed and as she did so her body dissipated more and more into a fine mist loosely bound at the core. It would only take minutes before she was asleep. Call it a gift. She could fall asleep just about anywhere at any time. It made it that much easer to do in proximity to one she loved.
Garrett had woken up at some point in the darkness, his room so walked through in darkness that he easily maneuvered through it without waking Maya. She must have been exhausted. It concerned him that she tired so easily.How did she manage with the training in Europe like this? He had gone upstairs to check things out, finding himself a few hours of work and whatnot. While looking over some of the resident files for possible options in Maya's treatment, he received an email. One he had been waiting for.
It was the artist. Apparently he seemed to be very interested in the prospect, being able to pop down to the continent at any time. Garrett printed the email off so he could take it down and read it to Maya. On the way down, he read it and reread it. With all of the scientific, medical and mutant resources he had at his disposal, it might be an artist who found the best treatment.
He came back in and began turning lights on. He moved the plastic sheeting from the doorway, the light finding Maya asleep, lazily adrift in the corner of the room. She must have slipped free at some point in the night and naturally drifted. He sat on the edge of the bed, murmuring her name in a rising volume so she wouldn't be awakened abruptly. " Maya, the email came."
There was a soft repetitive sound... it took her sleep addled mind several minutes of hearing her name to realize that Jude's alarm clock couldn't speak. Maya blinked her eyes open wearily and her awareness began to fill in the room around her. She was stuck in the corner. The soft currents created by the floor board heating meant she when she heated she rose and when she cooled she came down... unfortunately while she was up and away the actual circulation of air took hold and she'd been sucked toward the vent at the edge of the room.
Well, it wasn't the first vent she'd woken up in and it probably wouldn't be the last. She took a long moment to extricate herself from the soft suction and then groggily turned her attention to Garret. "Say that again?"
"Maya, the email came." [/color]
"Oh..." It was several more moments before the cobwebs were brushed aside enough for the cogs to finally click into place. The moment of recognition was clear on her features. "Oh! What'd the artist say?" She realized then that Garrett held a sheet of paper in his hand. That was good right? Paper was good?
He read it to her verbatim:
Mr. Wills, I am fascinated by the prospect of working with and for such a cause; I have to assume that you have possibly read my recent interview discussing my fascination with the human and mutant body. I have taken upon my self to become as familiar as one can with biomaterial and human anatomy. I have considered working with prosthetics. I think I may be better suited than you know for the task, I would like to discuss some of the artistic and medical applications of such an undertaking. Perhaps we could do that in person.
I am interested, whether my artistic wishes would be recognized or not, but if she would willing to accommodate them then the entire better. Let me know when I can arrive and I would be glad to get there within a day, if my estimate of travel to the Antarctic is correct. I am lucky enough to own a private jet, and would be more than willing to come with all haste.