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.
It was WereCat that seemed to fully grasp the implications of the loyalty command. As Tarin had said, Slate would not have had to ask them to be his advisors, if they had the command already. But that did not mean that he would not. The illusion of freewill was a powerful thing, after all. At the end of the day, that is all that a person he commanded really had.
“My powers require consent to use,” the teenager explained. “To the best of my knowledge, I cannot place the loyalty command into a mind that has not willingly opened itself to me.” That may have been reassuring, to some degree. This next part would not be. “Tarin, Lee, and Sebastian: you have each given me that opportunity, at the times I healed you. I did not take it, and the proof is indeed as simple as Lee has said: you could not disobey my orders, if I had.”
Baby blue eyes blinked, as the teenager spoke quite logically: “Therefore, I order all three of you to kill WereCat.”
He was reasonably confident that they would not obey that order. Unlike a more benign ‘jump up and down three times and bark like a dog’ command, which might invite some silliness that could prove quite hard to distinguish from a breach of freewill. It did not occur to him that the reasons for such an extreme example may not be self-evident.
>> "Romania?"
>> “Romania?”
>> Tail flick.
>> “I see.”
The corners of Slate’s mouth twitched in a small smile. Yes. Romania.
>> “First, though… I’m in. You do need checks and balances if you’re going to make this work. All leaders do, and I’ll do what I can.”
>> “I’m in as well.”
Slate gave a nod, to each of the men. “Thank you, Tarin. Thank you, Sara. I will be relying on you.” A short acceptance, but weighty.
>> “What are we doing in Romania?”
>> “What happens if we chose to say no?”
“I cannot answer your question just now, Tarin.” Slate answered first, “for reasons of Sebastian’s. Not everyone in this room has accepted yet. Additionally, I am still gathering research on the situation over there: my plans are very far from formalized. Suffice it to say that Romania’s politics, at present, are becoming a bad reply of America’s. They are moving towards a Registration Act. I would like to prevent that, or, should it pass before we are ready to move, to correct it.”
The teenager looked towards his mentor. “I trust everyone in this room to keep what they have seen and heard today confidential, whether they join me or not. If I am wrong in that... then it is my mistake, not yours. If you do not wish to accept, you may leave. If you chose to speak of what you’ve learned here, then it will force a reevaluation of my plans. That is all. It is a given that the Kabal will gain spies at some point, and that what I have been doing will not be a secret forever. You need have no fear of reprisal.”
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 7, 2009 22:10:39 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
730
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
(Please forgive my posting out of order, it was somewhat necessary to respond immediately after Slate's post.)
Sebastian listened attentively as Slate explained the particulars of his ability to place mental commands in people's minds. Particulars, such as the need for permission to enter someone's mind, could be very important. It was not the particulars of Slate's mutation that would shape the course of the next few moments, but rather the particulars of Sebastian's mutation of which the young faction leader could not have been aware. If Slate had known those particulars he might not have given the command that he did:
>>>“I order all three of you to kill WereCat.”
Sebastian didn't hesitate. Within seconds of the words leaving Slate's mouth, the unicorn shifter did three things in such quick succession that they seemed to happen all at the same time; he took out his handkerchief, used Slate's lap as a springboard for his foot, and launched himself toward the head of the table where Sara reclined in her chair. The purpose of the handkerchief was to prevent his skin from making contact with hers as he strangled her. If he was to kill her, healing her would be counterproductive.
If Slate hadn't been a virgin, this never would have happened.
It was only in extreme cases that the influence of the untouched made itself so blatantly obvious; when he was ordered to do something rather than asked and when that order was completely contrary to what the unicorn man would normally do. In this case, it was both.
Luckily for Sara, Sebastian had several thousand years to practice fighting the impulse to do exactly as someone as pure as Slate got it into their head to order him around. He knew, even as his thumbs pressed into the lioness woman's windpipe, that he didn't actually want to be doing this. He was not a murderer.
His grip loosened just a fraction and he practically growled at the blue eyed young man who had given him this odious task, “Why?”
“Therefore, I order all three of you to kill WereCat.”
Well that surprised Sara. All of the thoughts that ran through her mind, she couldn’t think of an actual reason why she would be the one to be demonstrated on, other than the fact that she, as Slate had said a moment ago, was the only one in the group who hadn’t given him a chance to do whatever it was, he did to people’s heads. Well there was one thing for sure, now. Slate would never get the consent from Sara, to manipulate her.
It seemed Sara’s hesitation was all that Sebastian needed. He wasted no time in vaulting over slate, on his way to strangle her. She’d just started standing up, when Sebastian’s handkerchief covered hand found her neck and with the chair at her knees, and his motion moving her back, she ended up flopping backwards into the chair again. The stiff sound of the chairs plastic casters scraping the floor was lost in the new commotion.
Sara’s eyes went wide as she stared back up, right into his face that clearly wasn’t happy. It wasn’t his fault. He was just the puppet. Sara’s face grew warm, as the pressure on her wind pipe continued. Even when it let up a few seconds into the strangle, it wasn’t enough and her hands pulled at his for a second, as Sara tried to be gentle at first.
No Success and her chest was starting to ache. She could wait to see what Lee and Tarin were going to try to do. Help or hinder. Sara had to accept the fact that she was probably on her own, and even though she was invited into this group, it was safer for her on the outside. She’d let herself get entirely too comfortable with these people, with Slate, and look what happened.
Only a few seconds had passed in the short exchange. Sebastian had said something, but Sara couldn’t concentrate enough to hear it. Her hands wrapped around Sebastian’s with her thumb and index finger squeezing into the meaty web like flesh between his thumb and index finger bones of his hand. Then, just like things happened for Sebastian simultaneously, Sara did several things at once.
Sara’s hands circled around and under Sebastian’s wrists to try and knock them aside. Hoping to grab a hold of then in the same motion. Her right foot rose to kick the edge of the heavy table, intending on knocking herself backwards in the chair, and her left foot came up aiming to plant the ball of the padded area on his left hip and stomach area. Sara was hoping to pull him into a move that worked a lot like a catapult.
She rolled back with the falling motion of the chair, The chair thumped off to the side some where and Sara used the same backwards motion to get back on her feet. Lee and Tarin received a raised eye brow, Slate a glare, then she turned on her heal looking for Sebastian.
Posted by Deleted on Sept 23, 2009 21:21:06 GMT -6
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Tarin was in. Lee still wasn't all that sure whether she wanted in on this or not, but Tarin seemed sure that he did.
And then Sebastian asked a question that was rather interesting for her: what if they did say no? A very important question, since Lee wasn't sure whether she was going to be saying yes or no, but Tarin had already said yes.
Lee didn't hear Slate's answer, though. She was listening, though she had started to glare at Slate when he ordered them to kill someone, or something, called Werecat. The only thing that Lee could think that that meant was Sara.
And then Sebastian was moving, hoping over the table and knocking Sara back in her chair. Lee was on her feet already before she could even see that Sebastian had his hand around Sara's throat.
Lee didn't have the energy to deal with something like this, hadn't thought she'd need to since this was just supposed to be a meeting. But still, Lee was moving, trying to figure out how she could get Sebastian away from Sara.
But just before she reached the two, Sara and Sebastian went back over the back of the chair she had been sitting on, effectively separating the two of them.
With a quick glance at Sara, Lee saw that she appeared alright, on her feet again. So Lee turned her attention to Slate, stepping around the end of the table toward where the young man was sitting. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She growled. "Tell him to stop, and then we're going to have a bit of a chat."
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Sept 28, 2009 18:25:24 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
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Apr 18, 2024 20:05:03 GMT -6
A lot of things happened at once…a whole hell of a lot of things happened at once. Slate had been talking about Romania, how they were going to put a Registration Act into being and Tarin’s eyes immediately shot to Lee. She had spent time in the camps, she and Sarah. This was going to hit even closer home for them, than anyone. Tarin might have argued that point, though, if he was pushed. The days that Lee had spent in the camp were the worst of his life. Tarin frowned, and simply stopped thinking about it. This was why they were doing what they were doing. This was why they were going to go to Romania and stop their registration before it could even happen.
Nothing had happened immediately after Slate gave the order for everyone to kill Werecat and Tarin had shrugged it off as a sort of bad-humored joke. At least it had proven that none of them were under mind control. At least until Sebastian had leaped over the table and tried to choke the woman to death. Tarin just stared as the whole scene played out, stared wide-eyed. This meant one of two things. Sebastian couldn’t take a joke, or the unicorn man was under mind control. Tarin thought back to Colombia, and everything he knew about the unicorn man. He was the last of all them Tarin would have pegged for being under Slate’s mind control.
Tarin was still staring wide-eyed when Lee gained her feet and made her way towards the two who were scuffling. Tarin half-rose when she started moving forward, there was no way he could simply let her step into the middle of a fight like that. There was no need, though. Were rolled over the back of the chair and gained her feet at about the same time lee moved. Tarin sighed a deep breath of relief and sat back down in his chair, opening his mouth to speak, then shutting it again when Lee pretty much summed it up.
There really wasn’t anything else for Tarin to do. Lee had asked the questions, and made the demands. All there was left to do was wait…wait and find out exactly what Slate had to say.
Sebastian stood. Stood on Slate’s lap; sprang off. And began to promptly throttle the feline mutant, with a gentlemanly handkerchief between them.
>> “Why?”
Lee stood in quick order, as well: she was saying something, but he had trouble focusing on the words. There was a swash-tailing fight playing out mere feet away, after all. All he really took note of was her movement: all that really stuck in his mind was that he’d given the order, and she had stood, too.
Tarin remained sitting. This complicated things.
Ms. Nobes was—what was the expression?—glaring daggers at him. She would not soon forget this. She would be a very unfortunate enemy to have; a quite strong ally, but a very unfortunate enemy. If his healing of the other three had corrupted them to his will in some way, then it would have—perhaps—been a simple thing to let her die here. A waste, but a simple waste to make.
Tarin, however, did not stand.
And Lee’s words finally began to register with him:
>> "What the hell do you think you're doing? Tell him to stop, and then we're going to have a bit of a chat."
An acceptable idea. Yes. Very. “Stop trying to kill Sara. Stop trying to kill Sara!”
He was not quite certain when he himself had stood. Under his Colombian tan, the blood had drained from his skin; his palms were pressed flat against the table. His chair had collided with the wall behind him, and was slowly turning. He was glad Sara was not dead. She, perhaps, might not hold the same sentiments for him.
“I’m so sorry, Sebastian,” he began. “I... did not know that I had—I will try to reverse it, if you will let me.” ‘If you will let me’. The courtesy might be somewhat mocking, given the situation. ‘If’, indeed.
As for Ms. Nobes: baby blue eyes simply looked at her. He did not even know where to begin.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 2, 2009 12:51:52 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
In the one instant his grip had loosened just a hair, Sara had grasped his wrists, drawing blood with her claws, kicked out with one foot and placed the other one in a very sensitive area, and flipped them both over backwards. Sebastian lost his tenuous grip and was sent flying upside down toward the wall behind Sara's chair. He didn't have far to fly before his back hit the wall and he slid down to the floor in a tangled mess of limbs, tail, and horn.
>>> "What the hell do you think you're doing? Tell him to stop, and then we're going to have a bit of a chat."
Sebastian curled in pain and gasped for air, Sara was back on her feet already. He might have recovered as fast as she had if she hadn't knocked the wind from his lungs and hit him in that particular spot. He shivered as his body healed itself and he slowly pushed himself back up.
>>>“Stop trying to kill Sara. Stop trying to kill Sara!”
Slate's voice again carried the tenor of a command which he could not make himself disobey. This time, though, he had no inclination to fight against impulse to follow the order. Sebastian took a deep breath, finished standing, and brushed himself off. He was okay. His shirt now had bloodstains around the edges of the sleeves and he'd lost his handkercheif somewhere, but he was still in one piece, and more importantly, so was Sara.
"I'm sorry Sara," he bowed apologetically, still panting, heart still racing. That never should have happened. He knew his own weaknesses and had still not been able to control the influence that Slate's voice had brought over him.
>>>“I’m so sorry, Sebastian. I... did not know that I had—I will try to reverse it, if you will let me.”
Clearly Sebastian had some explaining to do. "It wasn't something you did Slate, or something you could have known would happen. It wasn't mind control. It was something else completely. A strange phenomenon that accompanies my own mutation; when a virgin gives a command I can't help but obey."
Sara's senses were running wild as she caught her breath. She hadn't liked tossing Sebastian like that, but for the moment, she thought she was alone and pitted against three other powerful mutants. Possibly four if Slate joined in on finishing his orders. It was survival to keep an opponent down as long as possible so she could deal with others.
In fact now that Lee was on her feet, the division of Sara's attention was now mostly focused on her. Taking a step back and preparing for the worst Sara's heart felt like it skipped in her chest when she heard what Lee had to say. Sara blinked. She nodded thankfully at Lee as relief started to set in. Sara turned her head enough so she could see Sebastian out of the corner of her eye. The chair that Slate was sitting in, clattered to the floor behind him, and Sara jumped slightly.
“Stop trying to kill Sara. Stop trying to kill Sara!”
Sara's tail twitched. It seemed the action of the room had suddenly died down. Sara's shoulders relaxed but it would be a long while before she cooled off about this. Did Slate think it would be funny? clearly he didn't expect anyone to follow through on his orders.
"I'm sorry Sara,"
Sara glanced another glare at Slate before she turned around and walked towards Sebastian. Picking up the handkerchief that he had dropped and offering it to the bowed mutant. Why hadn't he wanted to touch Sara? She thought to herself. The simple fact of healing being counter productive never crossed her mind but lonelier thoughts had. "I'm sorry to." Sara sighed. She leaned forward holding the handkerchief in front of Sebastian. "I thought that I was alone for a moment." She mermered softly just above her breath as further apology and explanation.
Sara's first instinct wanted to send her out the door. She should be leaving here. But at the same time, Sara's was used to fighting her instincts. Curriosity, that normally got her into so much trouble, kept her in the room.
"That was very stupid to do Slate." Sara said as she turned from Sebastian and strolled over to her chair. picking it up, and setting it right.
Sara made herself back into her position at the head of the table, with her chair, but she didn't sit down. She sort of forgot to with the information that came from slate, then Sebastian. that was interesting...