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.
How did she get all this? Ghost ducked her head a bit embarrassed. "It's not really a long story, but a little complex, I suppose." Ghost grabbed a pile of books and motioned for Rick to follow her as she flittered from bookshelf to bookshelf replacing things. It was obvious she knew this place by heart. "When all the uhm-drama happened, the old owners didn't want anything to do with it anymore. Bad blood." Ghost shrugged, a lot of the blood spilled that day had been hers, but it did bother her that innocent people had died because of the incident revolving around this place. "I made some calls to a few patrons who had been by before. Big spenders, if you know what I mean."
Ghost trotted around and slid a few more books into place. "Some mutants, some just friendly to the idea of a store that doesn't take sides and treats people like people. There was enough funding to refurbish the place, get a new stock, and hire out a staff. More funding than I ever imagined I'd see in my life to be perfectly honest." Ghost waved to the only current patron of the store, a lovely old woman she'd seen before once or twice and then turned to face Rick. The store was generally slow at this time of day since people had places to be and things to do.
"There is still a bit of unease, but we actually have a steady stream of clientele. Fiscally, the store is doing well. If things continue as they have, we might just break even and for a first year that's incredible." It would be amazing in fact. She didn't dare hope for that, but well, life was good. She was very careful about the finances and spent nearly every waking moment at the store making sure things continued smoothly. No more riotous crowds yet, but that didn't mean they weren't out there.
"I'm young, I know, but I think it's okay because I can put up with protesters and the general hate that comes my way. I mean... I already survived it once." She shrugged a liquid up and down of scrawny shoulders. With a little help from her friends it seemed anything was possible.
Mimic looked around taking in all he saw. It was impressive how this person managed to build a store from scrap and be this successful. At the moment the store was near empty but it was understandable since it was the early afternoon and most people were either working or eating.
She mentioned bad blood and drama which caused the owner to wish to have nothing to do in the store. Mimic put the pieces together and guessed that this was the place where the shootout was supposed to have happened.
‘’ Not many people would want to keep a place that brought up this type of memories. ‘’ – He said remembering how he to this day could not set foot in his uncles house, or what remained of it, as he always remembered what had happened there. – ‘‘You are a very brave person, I admire that.’’
He looked around and they seemed to be alone. No one else was in the store. Mimic remembered what she said about a team of mutants that fought for equality.
- So… Tell me more about that team you were talking about earlier. – he asked politely.
She let out a 'hehe' that was a mix of a little bit embarrassment and a little bit of pride. "Brave or just too stupid to think about the consequences of my actions first..." She scratched the back of her head and ruffled the still slightly dampened hair. She'd been told both by many people.
"Team? Oh, the x-men. It's always something, missions elsewhere or even just showing up at a scuffle here and there. Ideally we'd like things to resolve peacefully each time, but... some team members get out of hand..." Specifically Ghost was remembering her Hawaii mission where she witnessed CS killing a lot of people. The memories were hazy, tainted by her frame of mind at the time. The death had not bothered her then, but it certainly gave her chills now. "It's not a perfect world and it may never be, but I would like to think that we are at least trying to do something about it."
She nodded and really believed that. They could throw all the bricks and tomatoes they wanted. The Full Circle stayed open and stood for the forgiveness and love for people that Ghost exemplified.
He grinned as she spoke comparing her bravery to stupidity, a common comparison but right nonetheless. She seemed quite proud of herself which was something to be expected, after all not many survive being shot at.
The team she was talking about, X-Men, as she said, seemed like a team of pure idealists but also had some team members that seemed not to go too well with the ideals. He was going to enquire her about it but a sudden pain in his head forced him to interrupt his tought chain. He tripped and leaned against the shelf.
It was not common for him to feel side effects like this from the powers he mimicked. He had no idea what was causing this headache. He got back to his feet and tried to put his hand on the counter to get some support. His hand seemed to go right trough the counter. Mimic however did not notice this and assumed that he had missed the counter due to clumsiness.
- Sorry about that. – Mimic said smiling while rubbing his temples. – Just a small migraine. Tell me more of this team of yours.
He tried to hide his condition from her to avoid her getting worried about him.
Ghost watched him stumble with more than a it of curiosity. Was she entertaining strange and dangerous men again? Surely not.
"There isn't a whole lot more to say about us, really. We have a good team, I think." She shrugged, eying his hand dubiously. Did he realize that he was phasing through part of her counter? She somehow doubted that he did. Hopefully he wouldn't accidentally take a chunk with him. Ghost had changed clothes into air and then been unable to reclaim them... how do you explain when your clothes poof into nothingness? Especially after you yourself have just dropped out of thin air...
Answer: you don't. "Are you feeling well?" She sincerely hoped he wasn't trying anything funny. Ghost checked around the store. They were on a skeleton crew so if something bad did happen at least there would be minimal witnesses. She lowered her voice.
"You're starting to go see-through in the hand." She motioned to her hand that would mirror his. She could change her hand like that too, but... not really without the rest of her body. That couldn't be good for his circulation.
She asked him if everything was fine which made him wonder, why shouldn´t it be. This was just a small migraine caused by the overuse of her powers nothing else.
- Sure, everything is fine. Why shouldn´t it be? – She warned him about how his hands were turning see-through. That was ridiculous he couldn´t do that. It wasn´t part of the powers he mimicked from Ghost at least that´s what he thought. As he looked down at his hand he saw that it was almost invisible and that it had began extending to his forearm, he could still move it but it was like it wasn´t there. He looked back at Ghost stunned. – I am not doing this. What´s happening?
Within moments his entire right side seemed flickering and seconds after that is body seemed to be flickering as if he was a firefly. He seemed to have gone blind when in see through state, not actually blind, but he saw things differently as shapes. This led him to panic as he had no idea what was happening with him. - What´s wrong? What is this? – Mimic was now panicking and almost unable to talk and keep his physical form. He did not understand what had caused this to happen. – Help me…
After this plea Mimic went completely see through leaving his clothes behind. He felt lost and disoriented. He passed out and his body stayed flickering through both phases uncontrollably
When he looked down at his hand Ghost saw more of the white of Rick's eye than she'd imagined he had. It was panic on his part pure and simple. "Whoa. Hey, it's okay. You're going to be okay. I can do that... uh but I'm not doing that. I usually have to touch someone first... ah- but that's okay. We can fix this..."
Ghost was hovering just out of reach with indecision. Should she grab him now before he went completely incorporeal? It may be her only chance to make sure she could bring him back.
"Help me…"
There was no more hesitation. He asked for help and she would give it. Simple as that. Her hand darted out to catch Rick's shoulder just as he poofed into nothingness. Well, not nothingness. She could feel him molecule by molecule spreading out into a foggy puddle in her store lobby. Her hand was incorporeal, fading more and more solid up her arm. It was numb there. This must be what others felt when she changed them into a gaseous state...
Ghost held the bridge of her nose thinking, thinking, thinking. What was she supposed to do with the puddle of stranger in her lobby? Who was attached to her by the arm... and the incorporeality seemed to be inching up her arm as well. Think!
She towed him around and past the counter until she got to a phone. First thing was first, she needed someone to take care of the store while she took care of this power crisis. Ghost concentrated very hard creating a film of dense air as she had once seen Zephyr do and as she had now done many times on her own. She erected the barrier to make sure none of this stranger's molecules got away. If part of his flesh wandered down the street and around the corner she'd be hard pressed to pick it out of all the other molecules.
Ghost tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for her shift cover to arrive. It would only take five or so minutes, but this man had practically dissolved before her eyes. Surely every moment counted.
By the time back up had arrived, Ghost had Rick's clothes in hand and was incorporeal all the way up to her shoulders. She'd fought it off for as long as she could. Perhaps because she looked like a floating head, the replacement clerk was very understanding about how this was indeed an emergency.
A quick flash of her own power and she was entirely incorporeal. She summoned a wind to brush the two along and in less than ten minutes Ghost was in DocProf's office debating about what would be the best way to proceed. The doctor wanted her to let go of the man, but Ghost insisted that if she let go, she may not be able to help change him back... which was strange because she hadn't ever changed anyone besides herself back. They all changed back automatically as she pulled back her power.
Either way this was going to be an adventure. Ghost tossed Rick's clothes onto one of the sick beds and shifted her grip on the man using both arms to hug him across the chest with her behind him. It was always like that, two incorporeal people could feel solid to one another. Though Rick did not feel all too solid, at least the parts that she touched did. Hopefully to bring him all the way back to solidity she wouldn't have to touch all of him.
Though it didn't matter, Ghost closed her eyes and concentrated very hard on how she remembered Rick to look. If he were awake, he could help. Oh dear, hopefully she wouldn't remember something wrong...
Mimic had lost consciousness but his body was still flickering between both physical and incorporeal form. He was still able to keep a limited awareness of what happened in his surroundings. He felt Ghost grabbed his shoulder and he felt the breeze that flew them to a different place. He knew not where he was, nor why Ghost had brought him to that place.
A warm embrace woke Mimic from his dormant state. At first he was embarrassed to be so close to this woman, whom he barely knew. After the initial shock he was able to pull himself together and understand what he was to do.
‘‘It seems that this state separates my molecules making me thin as air.’’ He thought to himself about what he was supposed to do. It seemed to lighten the grip that his molecules had on each other. That´s when it hit him. ‘‘I got it. Molecular separation, similar to phasing. My density was reduced, I need to increased it back to regular norm’’
He focused and got ready to solve the situation. He found it rather easy to rejoin all his molecules. Maybe Ghost´s embrace was assisting in fulfilling the task. In 10 minutes he was fully corporeal again. He laid naked in Ghost´s arms in what appeared to be a doctor´s office. As soon as he realized his lack of clothing he sprung from Ghost´s arms and grabbed his clothes from the corner where they were thrown.
‘’Well, ah… Thanks’’ He said sort of embarrassed. He looked around and saw an old man and Ghost looking at him, out of politeness he looked at back at them and smiled.
The habit of hugging strange naked men was not a common one of Ghost's. In fact, her friends and acquaintances were just now getting comfortable handshakes from the woman. She just wasn't a toucher by nature. So it was with great care that she placed herself in so intimate a position with Rick.
The more she touched him, the easier it was to call the particles back. She was calling her own as well, unsure of how to do this without making herself solid. It was taking a great deal of concentration to consolidate the particles, but keep a separation there. Slowly was the best she could manage, even after the man was helping, slowly was the key. Anything too fast and they could be fused together accidentally interweaving parts of their bodies.
Even after they came into their weight, Ghost's feet touching the ground first, she still held on until every piece of him was back in place. Her knees felt wobbly.Rick's didn't. Or rather, Rick was spry enough to be embarrassed about a lack of clothing.
‘’Well, ah… Thanks’’
Ghost let out a long and shaky sigh that was almost a laugh. It was funny now that she thought about it. "Yeah." She let herself sink down onto the cool tile floor. The coolness was nice and solid. Just like she was... just like Rick was again. "Are you okay? Got your clothes back? We can maybe take a cab to return to the store."
To which DocProf disagreed. They were both to rest after a power fluctuation like that.
He saw her slip down to the floor and figured she was probably exhausted at all the effort she had to put into saving Ricardo. He got his clothes back on quickly and looked around.
This wasn´t like any doctor´s office Mimic had ever seen. It was surprisingly developed. The supposed doctor simply stood there looking at both mutants inquisitively before advising them to stay and rest. Mimic agreed and sat down.
‘’Give a few minutes.’’ Mimic closed his eyes and appeared highly focused. A couple of minutes later he breathed out and opened his eyes. He had just expelled every residual trace of Ghost´s powers from his genetic code effectively losing them; this would prevent the former from happening again. ‘’ So… Where exactly are we?’’
Mimic was sincerely intrigue by this place. It seemed very far away from Times Square… He wondered how long he could have possibly have been out…
It felt as if she'd been digging ditches with her brain. Pale hands held onto paler hair. "This is the Mansion. Xavier's Sister School for Gifted Youngsters. It's a school for people like us." She said the name Xavier very carefully. Stupid word always gave her trouble. Another sigh and she had her elbows on the ground in front of her. Really she needed to go back to the store and maybe an aspirin. Yes. Some aspirin was definitely in order.
When Ghost looked up at Rick, thankfully he was clothed. She pushed herself to her feet refusing the doctor's help until she was actually standing. Only then did she let him help her to the sink where she grabbed a paper cup and took the offered aspirin. She ran her fingers through her fine hair and appraised herself in the small mirror before turning back to Rick. She still was not 100% strong, but she would live. She would definitely live.
"I live here, as many school age children and other Xmen do." She thanked DocProf and swallowed before offering her arm to Rick. Did he feel half as over extended as she did? Maybe it was because she didn't know him but she just couldn't tell. "Feeling better? I need to be getting back unless you'd like a tour or something." Maybe she could let Shin give him the tour... Unless, of course, he was on the schedule today. Hmmm.
Mimic was really interested in the place he was in. A school filled with people like him. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. He had always dreamed of a Utopia for mutants but he never guessed that one would actually exist. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn´t notice Ghost stumbling to the sink nor did he realize the huge headache that was beginning to form in his brain.
He walked towards Ghost rubbing his temples and put his hand on her near shoulder.
‘’ Sorry for causing this. It wasn´t my intention to cause you harm. In fact I have no idea why I mimicked that power…’’ He was confused; he had never experience that type of Side effect from mimicking powers. He just felt guilty for causing her so much trouble. ‘’ Well, I doubt that you are in any condition to go to the store. Maybe you should stay here. I’ll like that tour but unless you are in any condition to do it. I’ll take a rain check.’’
He looked at her smiling politely showing some consideration for her.
"I have found that often it is the unintentional harms that make for the most trouble, but I can hardly hold it against you, Rick. No harm done, really." She waved off his complaint about her returning to the store. She was fine. Really. All she needed was for the pinching headache to subside and maybe a glass of water... yes, a glass of water would do wonders, she decided.
"Of course, I can give you a tour. It shouldn't take but a moment anyway." Ghost stepped away from the sink and regretted it, but she was feeling stubborn and so she set her face and led the way. She could at the very least get him to the kitchen.
It was just out the door to the right, three stairs up, and through a short hall way. 'This is the kitchen, back that way is the living room with the TV and all that." Ghost pulled out one of the tall stool chairs at the bar that backed up to the kitchen sink and took a seat. "That hall leads to the main entrance. If you were to leave, we would call a cab and head out that way." Ghost motioned with her hand and meanwhile slid down in her chair until she was leaning heavily against the kitchen counter.
"That way is a staircase that leads up to the dormitory halls. There are," she yawned, "classrooms and a work out room for those with active powers..." Suddenly sleeping on the cold formica seemed like a very, very good idea and so she set her head down against the smooth countertop. "there's a backyard too."
Mimic followed the young woman around. This place was amazing. How could someone afford this building. She walked through the various rooms in the mansion each one bigger than the one before. She also mentioned the workout room, classroms and dormitory halls.
Ghost took a seat and Mimic mimicked her. He saw her slide down the chair and guesses she was pretty exhausted.
'' You got a really nice place here. Say... Do you happen to have a spare room? I´m looking for a place since my apartment lease is about to end...'' Mimic asked politely hoping that he would be able to stay there. After all what better place for him than a house full of mutants?
"Mmmm of course you can stay." Ghost snuggled up to the cold kitchen counter top too brain addled to think properly. "My room is unlocked if you need a nap." Because he would know where her room was and because it was common practice for a man to sleep in the girl's hall... not. But none of that mattered where Ghost was. Her head was nestled in the crook of one arm and lay buried under the other. Her eyes closed and the headache was already that much better.
Ghost was quite adept at falling asleep almost anywhere and at almost any time. Poor Rick was perhaps doomed to wander the Mansion lost, alone, and roomless.
"Hey Ghost?" A boy about 17 years in age stood behind the kitchen counter and waved a hand in front of her to make sure she was really asleep and not just ignoring him. "Dang. She does sleep just anywhere... " With a sigh he turned to Rick. "You don't know if she got in any new manga at the store yet, do you?"
He hesitated a moment before he realized that he didn't recognize Rick. "Hey, I'm James. Did you need something from Ghost too? She's not easy to wake..."[/i]
((OOC: I just couldn't see Ghost hopping up and helping you. If you want to keep going and play through the process of getting a room, I can take you there with this NPC. If not, consider yourself a mansion resident living in the middle hall with the "adults" I guess.))