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 Rupert Kelley on Nov 27, 2009 4:15:16 GMT -6
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>> "Hot chocolate? Seriously? Sweet."
There was one response to those dimples. One, and one alone. “Get off the damn counter, kid. We have seats for a reason. After you eat, you clean up your mess.”
...This scene seemed familiar, somehow.
The sandwich was done quickly: all it took for a Ruben was a quick toast. Once the cheese was runny, he slapped it onto a plate, and—if she was seated like a properly mannered little freak—he would give it to her. If not, there would be pointed scowling until she did so.
“If you’ve found the Mansion,” he started in, with all due disapproval, “then why are you still homeless?”
Maya rolled her eyes and slipped off the counter onto a bar stool. The sandwich smelled really good, and being perched on top of the counter was not that comfortable anyway. She decided trading one annoy-Rupert option for food was a fair deal. She can come up with others once the Reuben was safely deposited in her stomach. So.
>>"After you eat, you clean up your mess.”
She grinned. It did sound familiar. Even if half of it was his mess, actually. Technically.
"Aye aye Cap'n." she nodded, then started munching on the sandwich. It was good. If he poisoned it, at least he used something that didn't spoil the taste.
>>“If you’ve found the Mansion, then why are you still homeless?”
She shrugged, swallowing a bite before she answered.
"Place's kinda... weird. Dunno. I need some time t'make up my mind, I guess. Although it's got a couple of perks to it." she added with a half grin.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Nov 27, 2009 4:39:22 GMT -6
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>> "Aye aye Cap'n."
The little punk looked far too happy, there, the sandwich he’d made. Rupert accepted one of the customer’s bills, made change, and crossed his arm as the bell over the door jingled in exit.
“You’re helping with the dishes, too.” Especially all those cups that might or might not have glass shards sticking to them, thanks to Maya’s ever-so-ladylike feet.
>> "Place's kinda... weird. Dunno. I need some time t'make up my mind, I guess. Although it's got a couple of perks to it."
“You need time.” Rupert repeated, with a little lookie-at-Einstein deadpan stare. “To decide between being homeless, or living for free at a mansion.”
The last customer paid up, and left: they were alone.
“So what the hell’s with the gender switch, kid? Felt like feeling yourself up this morning?” Not to be crude, or anything.
Maya rolled her eyes and shrugged. If that's what Rupert wanted... wit her stomach half full now, she felt generous. And then there was just the two of them.
>>“So what the hell’s with the gender switch, kid? Felt like feeling yourself up this morning?”
Maya smirked at him.
"Curious, aren't ya." she raised an eyebrow, mischief glinting in her eyes for a moment before she sighed. "Not like I can decide, y'know. One day I'm Maya, then next I'm Gawain. Shift happens." she grinned "See now the problem with movin' in anywhere? I can play my own twins pretty well, but it's a pain after a while."
Taking another bite from the sandwich, she decided to leave it at that.
Not to say that normal shifters weren’t messed up, all on their own. What the hell was that like, being someone else? How could they stand to slip on someone else’s skin? Didn’t it feel weird, watching someone else’s hands move when they reached for a cup? Not recognizing themselves in the mirror?
...Wait. She couldn’t be serious, about the ‘one day this, another that’ thing. That was just... for starters, how did she remember which bathroom to go into? And girls— they— that monthly— How the hell did that work, if ‘she’ was a ‘he’ half the time? There was just... no way. Not to mention the differences in thoughts, behavior, preferences—screw politically correct: there were differences, there. You couldn’t be both a male and a female. She/he was clearly one that just shifted to the other, because he/she was a young little freak without proper control yet.
That conclusion hurt his head a hell of a lot less.
“So which are you?” He asked, frowning over the counter.
Maya rolled her eyes again. Did he come up with that conclusion all on his own? Fascinating things a grown-up mind can do.
"Nah, it's just the way it is." she shrugged. It really was. Some days she really felt like it would be easier to hate on half or the other, but she really couldn't. She was used to it.
>>“So which are you?”
She gave Rupert a look. A look that said 'are ya serious?'. She could have expected a question like that; most people needed time to wrap their minds around the facts. She didn't feel like making it any easier for Rup.
"I'm both." she grinned "Although I'm into gals, in case ya were wondering. Anythin' else ya wanna ask?"
She was half serious about that. If she could come up with more answers to bother him, she was all for continuing the conversation.
"Well, I could ask ya the same, but the answer's obvious." she pointed out, then the Gawain grin was back on her face "As for me..."
Technically it's not a lie. And even if it is, why should he care?
"... Gawain's got gals all over him. Maya's case a bit trickier, ya see, but... I think I've told ya this before..." she leaned closer ot him over the counter, and tilted her head "... charm's always the same."
Wink, grin, chuckle, and she sat back onto the stool.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Nov 27, 2009 5:39:44 GMT -6
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>> "Well, I could ask ya the same, but the answer's obvious.”
Facial. Tick.
>> “As for me... Gawain's got gals all over him. Maya's case a bit trickier, ya see, but... I think I've told ya this before... charm's always the same."
Charm. Right. What a charming reply. Did the kid really have to smirk, smile, and grin so much? Was that normal for teenagers, or was that just a side-effect of bathing your brain in testosterone on Tuesdays and estrogen on Wednesdays?
“Does Gawain get drunk and kiss men, too?” Rupert asked, with all due levelness. Speaking of which: the brat still needed to put her shirt back on.
Maya noted the facial tick with all due cheerfulness. Just like she guessed. Not getting laid often enough explained a lot about Rupert's grumpiness. Of course she didn't point that out. It would likely have resulted in more broken glass.
>>“Does Gawain get drunk and kiss men, too?”
She shook her head in a definite 'no'.
"Nah. Not my thing. And for the record, I've never been that drunk before."
From some remote corner of her brain, Bubblegum's smile flashed through her mind. Her own face mirrored it. That's more like it.
"So, here's the million dollar question for ya: what does that make me in your book?"
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Nov 27, 2009 6:00:47 GMT -6
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>> "Nah. Not my thing. And for the record, I've never been that drunk before."
...All right. So why the hell was the kid beaming at him, now? It wasn’t the Gawain grin; there wasn’t nearly enough sarcasm in it. It was just the sweetly disturbing lip-dance of jail bait. How many shots had Maya had?
>> "So, here's the million dollar question for ya: what does that make me in your book?"
What, was the kid expecting some kind of smart-ass comment? As far as Rupert was concerned, the freak was still a freak. He’d just upgraded from a freak bleeding on Rupert’s floor to a freak taking her clothes off in his coffee shop.
“A teleporting half-lesbian cross-dresser,” Rupert replied levelly. “Who needs to finish eating her damn sandwich before it gets cold, and get to work cleaning up her mess. Again.”
>>“A teleporting half-lesbian cross-dresser who needs to finish eating her damn sandwich before it gets cold, and get to work cleaning up her mess. Again.”
Maya was silent till she finished her sandwich in a couple of boy-sized bites (she was not one for eating with style), and then picked up the mug of hot chocolate again.
"Check again, ol' man." she looked up at him "I don't cross-dress. And I don't teleport either, y'know. I'm a mirrorwalker."
With that set straight, she buried her nose in the mug. Constantly talking about cleaning up made Rupert sound a lot like her mother. Not Mom, of course. Like the stereotypical 'mother' most teenagers had, and she never knew. It was kind of annoying. But then again, who would be more likely to have a grumpy old man for a mother than... a mirrorwalking half-lesbian runaway?...
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Nov 27, 2009 7:37:43 GMT -6
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>> "Check again, ol' man. I don't cross-dress. And I don't teleport either, y'know. I'm a mirrorwalker."
“A mirrorwalker,” Rupert parroted, with a snort. “Right. So you’re an abnormally useless teleporter.” That was a new one, actually. Mirrormancer. Great. That certainly explained how the freak had disappeared into his kitchen table.
...Was that some kind of mutie compliment about how clean he kept his kitchen?
She seemed to be finishing up: the sandwich was downed like a growing boy, and that hot chocolate was chasing it. Rupert grabbed a pair of pink kitchen gloves out from under the sink and—with a certain eloquence—dropped them on top of her hair.
“Don’t cut your hands, or you’ll be cleaning that up, too.” Just to make it clear: he didn’t damn well care if the little freak she did cut herself. Just as long as he didn’t have to clean it up.
>>“A mirrorwalker. Right. So you’re an abnormally useless teleporter.”
"Ya would know wouldn't ya. Running a shelter for teenage mutants and all" she grinned, setting the mug down on the counter and hopping off the stool. The pink gloves slipped down her hair but she caught them without looking and walked around the counter to start cleaning up. She started by picking up all the shattered pieces. There was a lot of them.
>>“Don’t cut your hands, or you’ll be cleaning that up, too.”
"Chill, Daddy, I've got lotsa practice with broken glass" she muttered. And she did too. She made sure she picked up all the pieces she could before dumping it all into the trash and proceeding to pile cups and plates into the washing basin.
"So. This is what ya do? Ya run this place on y'r own?"
It sounded innocent enough. She just didn't believe it was true.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Nov 27, 2009 8:10:41 GMT -6
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>> "Ya would know wouldn't ya. Running a shelter for teenage mutants and all."
...Brat. He hoped that beef really was expired.
>> "So. This is what ya do? Ya run this place on y'r own?"
Rupert gave a shrug, and went to pour himself a cup of coffee. Maya there had the cleaning under control. Now was his turn to sit around like a useless leech on society.
“I just work here. I came here a lot before I retired from the force; the owner gave me a job.” Not to imply that he’d been a pity case at the time. He’d just... been having a really crappy summer.
He slipped through the little swinging door that separated the kitchen from the customer area, and sat down on a stool to watch someone else do the work. It had been awhile since he’d been on this side of the counter. It felt nice. He should recruit underage brats for unpaid labor more often.
“Wipe up the counter when you’re done with the dishes,” he ordered, over his mug. “Your ass didn’t exactly wax the thing.”
Siiiip. “So,” he asked, “Where the hell is your dad?” It was always mommy this, mommy that, what’d you say about my mommy. Unless mommy was asexual, she was only half of what had made little Gawainya here. Though if she was asexual... that would go a long way to explaining little Gawainya here.