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 clear that Garrett was skating over his feelings for the sake of group harmony. It was something Ghost appreciated even if she did feel a little place between her shoulder blades tense.
She declined a drink. Alcohol would never be a favorite even when she was technically old enough to drink, carbonated beverages tended to offend her aerial senses, and since Garrett was drinking scotch (in liberal swigs) she would have felt a bit foolish with juice. It was best to drift behind the two like a dry specter and demure wife to be.
Ghost didn't want to detract from their clinic moment anyway. So she hung back from the vehicle. It was big. How people ever navigated things on wheels that large in these tight spaces of New York, Ghost would never understand. Maybe it was something they taught in driving school? That was certainly an experience she had missed.
And there really seemed to be something a bit off with Garrett tonight. Be it the jarring news of marriage or something else, she had no way of knowing. But one thing seemed glaringly obvious. He did not know Sebastian very well. Perhaps they had not spoken of personal matters much. At least Ghost knew he was immortal before she agreed to marry him. The thought that he could, in fact, grow old with her was all the comfort she needed. It wouldn't matter if he went on after she ceased to be. Plenty of people would. Especially if she started fading.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 13, 2009 15:52:45 GMT -6
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If something was off with Garrett, Sebastian attributed it to the surprise he had recieved about his two friends suddenly being engaged. He seemed happy for them, but the surprise was still there. The unicorn man didn't know his roommate well enough yet to know all of his body language and normal mannerisms and distinguish his reaction to the news from how anyone in the same situation might respond.
They made it down the stairs and out to the vehicle, which Garrett opened for them to inspect the inside. Sebastian climbed into the large space to test it out. He couldn't stand, but the amount of actual room inside was very impressive, and Sebastian thought it would be unlikely for any taxis to want to pick a fight with this vehicle. The yellow and blacks were fierce in this city, but not stupid.
As for Garrett's question, "I was born approximately twenty years before the Trojan War. Neither historians nor I have kept a particularly accurate record of the exact number of years, but it was approximately 3200 years ago, give or take a century or two. I don't remember my birthday either, it was in the Spring, I think."
Perhaps it was the scotch, which was dwindling away to coated ice by now. A strange gurgle-giggle escaped Garrett's lips when Sebastian explained his age. The man was over three millenia old. Garrett took a seat on the edge of the truck. Was it the age itself? Was it the enormity of the man's lifetime in comparison to the shadow of a speck that Garrett had lived? No, it seemed to be the matter of factness of the situation, much like this engagement. Sebastian, for all his years and wordliness, seemed to completely lack the idea of being human. None of them were human, but Sebastian was so non human that he was almost an alien.
He stood from the truck and took a few steps into the alley, peering into its depths as if the truth might come walking toward him, dressed to the nines. He let the glass in his hand swivel slightly, the ice in the glass rattling as it turned in tight circles."Where have I been?" Maya was marrying Sebastian. "Who am I? Garrett of the future or Garrett of the present?" The doctor who looked out over the frozen tundra every morning was no longer existent. Or was he waiting to be born? A gallon of alcohol could do no worse to the man as far as his lack of orientation. All was askew.
He turned back to the two of them. The alcohol was doing its jo on his nerves, or perhaps, in his case, it was the other way around." I suppose I am at a bit of a loss. While I can see why Maya would do this for you, it's hard for me to understand the nature of the relationship between the two of you. Even before I shot Syn, I don't recall anything between the two of you. Of course, how would I know much of anything? I've been so wrapped up in myself and my own problems, I wouldn't even know where to begin. I suppose that's why I didn't put up a fight with Abyss." He shook his head, annoyed with himself, allowing the remainder of the glass to slide down his gullet." I'm sorry, I'm a mess. I actually do wish you two well in your marriage. I hope Maya and my past won't get in the way of a successful partnership." He looked into the bottom of the glass and saw that it would be much happier if he couldn't see the street beneath it.
Maya had asked herself that so many times since he left the Mansion that to hear it from his own lips satisfied some small dark corner of her heart. At least he realized how very out of her life he'd been... not that he had really missed all that much in the way of Sebastian and Maya's relationship.
"Who am I? Garrett of the future or Garrett of the present?"
She shrugged. Wasn't it obvious? "You are both and neither. Garrett is Garrett. The Garrett that you are can only exist today." Tomorrow? Not even Garrett could know who he would be after today.
Ghost looked to Sebastian as to the exact nature of their relationship. "We met this January. You were there. After that... The Valentine's Day ball... And I accidentally destroyed a few of the Clinic's windows in May. That's how I learned where the Clinic was located." She shrugged. They'd visited each other's property more and more frequently in the recent past few months. There wasn't a whole lot to say about that.
And Sebastian deserved to know more as well. "Garrett and I dated when we both lived at the Mansion. In the Future..." What? What the heck kind of relationship was that? "After years of not seeing each other we were reunited. It was nice to be cared for. He helped me find the artist that replaced my body." And he had even helped align her nervous system with a personal touch.
Didn't anyone else have something to share with the class? She fidgeted with her hands behind her back so that it wouldn't show.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 15, 2009 12:05:11 GMT -6
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Maybe Garrett was acting a little strange. Certainly Sebastian's age was shocking, and certainly he had some scotch in him, but those two things together weren't enough to account for how oddly he was acting. Was there something else wrong, physically or emotionally? Giggling wasn't like him, nor was the staring into the empty alleyway. The unicorn man climbed back out of the back of their makeshift ambulance and stood next to Garrett, placing a hand on his shoulder both in question and in support.
“Are you okay?”
>>>"Where have I been?"
That seemed to be more of a metaphorical question than a literal one. Literally, he'd been at the Sanctuary working on the staff over there, then he had been rather incapacitated by Abyss for quite awhile, lately he'd been here at the clinic helping to get everything set up. The literal answer was one that didn't really matter. The metaphorical answer was one he would have to answer for himself.
>>>"Who am I? Garrett of the future or Garrett of the present?"
To Ghost's response Sebastian added, “Who you are now and who you will become is up to you. You can always change your own course.”
Sebastian couldn't blame Garrett for not being able to clearly see the nature of his roommates relationship with Ghost. It was difficult for him to tell what exactly it was himself. A few hours ago they had been friends, still in the getting to know each other stage, now suddenly they were affianced. That would take some getting used to for all of them. Especially when it sounded like the two of them had more of a past (and a dream of the future) than he and Ghost had. The butterfly flapped its wings and things changed so quickly.
“The past is now memories and the dream of the future only possibilities. We have the present and will have to do the best we can with it.”
Sebastian was level headed and it seemed Maya was as well. Garrett's perspective of things was always one sided. One of the many things he had to rectify with himself now that he had purged himself of the demon's influence. For the most part. Sebastian's hand on his shoulder and the genuine concern the unicorn had for him was profound, especially considering how little the two actually knew each other. Another subject to work on." Of course, you are both right. I am at the crossroads of the present and future with each breath. It is solely my responsibility to make my dreams come true. Which is why I will be going to college and ultimately medical school." he sat the empty glass on a trash can and knelt down to tie his shoe.
Standing again as Maya explained the Cliff's notes version of their past, he smiled and looked at the two of them. With their white hair and quiet, formal personalities, they really were a solid match. Garrett suspected that even with the nature of the impending marriage, it would quickly become something very real. Maya would forever be a friend. That was a very good thing, especially to hear the sentiment echoed in his heart of hearts. he could move on now, though med school and the possibility of relearning Shaolin would probably put the idea of love on the back burner for some time.
" So, once you guys get married, I should probably move into the adjacent apartment. it doesn't really seem right to live in the same rooms with you, as you need the time to cultivate the relationship that you should have had already. If it would make you feel better, Sebastian, we could as easily put some kind of door between the two apartments. We probably all would profit from the space and privacy, though." he made his way past the two and got up into the back of the truck, lifting the benches on either side to show the storage space beneath." I don't know why we would need much now, but I imagine as I become more educated, we might get a gurney in here with a patient, as well as emergency items. You never know when Sebastian might be unavailable and we have to do things the old fashioned way til he shows up." Garrett was proud of the journey ahead and thankful of the journey behind.
College and medical school. It was a good goal, an antarctic goal, really. Ghost was feeling a bit... well, tired. She'd worked and been on her feet all day, but she didn't have the courage to cross the men in her life to check out the suburban. It was a small cowardice. Instead, she swept her hand across the stoop they had each exited and took a seat.
In a way, she was a bit jealous of his time. It had been important to her mother that Ghost attend and complete college and now that didn't seem that it would happen with the store and life in general as busy as it was. She was just now learning the value of delegation.
"So, once you guys get married, I should probably move into the adjacent apartment..."
Ghost nodded silently. "You're still invited to dinner, though. If we're having to cook here it would be advantageous for everyone to share meals." That way they could save money by making things in bulk, and Garrett wouldn't have to be a lonely leper. He had a habit of holing away all on his lonesome. If she was remembering the now...
She watched the bench show and wondered if she would ever be needed for anything at the clinic. It was hard to tell at this point in the relationship and the business. She wiggled her toes inside of her shoes.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 27, 2009 15:42:41 GMT -6
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Sebastian nodded along with Ghost's invitation to share meals. Of course Garrett had to come to dinner. He was welcome for breakfast and lunch, too, if he wanted.
“That sounds like it would work out. You would be free to come over any time.” Sebastian didn't want Garrett to feel like he had been replaced or anything like that. He still wanted to get to know him better, aside from just being business partners. They had started along the path to friendship, and he wanted to continue along it even if he was getting married.
Garrett climbed into the truck to show off the space a little more thoroughly. Sebastian admired.
>>>“You never know when Sebastian might be unavailable and we have to do things the old fashioned way til he shows up."
Heh. Which was the old fashioned way, again? The new ways did have some merit. Healing with a mutation could not take care of every problem that could arise among humans and mutants. Nor could modern medicine do everything. If they were combined, many of the shortcomings that wither one had could be covered by the other. One of them graduating from medical school would make their little clinic that much more effective; perhaps they could both go. Sebastian wondered to himself what it took to get into an American medical school. Probably lots of paper work, if he were to guess.
“Nicely done with the truck, Garret,” the unicorn man commented, still impressed by the amount of space there was inside of it. It really would be perfect.
“Now, all this talk about dinner has made me hungry. Shall we head upstairs and see if we can throw together something for our first ever like-family meal?”