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.
>>“I know a couple of places that people like us can go when there’s no place else. You don’t have to put yourself through Rupert all the time. And if you didn’t like that, I’m sure my wife wouldn’t mind company every now and then.”
Maya switched to the other foot as she rocked herself on the chair, and chuckled.
"That's what he keeps tellin' me too. I just like annoying him too much." she admitted "Yeah, thanks for the offer. Be careful, I tend to take people up on stuff like that." she warned him. Yup. If you have no home... you crash someone else's.
>>“Well…for some reason he’s never been able to pull the trigger when he had the gun pointed at my head... I’m also kind of sure he’s got the hots for my wife…can’t blame him there though. For now, let’s just say that we’ve been through too much together for it to be any other way…and he’s a much better man than he’ll believe, or let anyone else believe.”
She could believe that. Maya was good with people - not just because of her mirror nature, and the fact she spent years of her sneaking around and prying into others private life... she learned very early how to pick out the ones who were worthy for her trust. Even though they fought against it with teeth and claws. And occasional guns.
She grinned a wide grin at the comment about Tarin's wife. This conversation was just getting better and better.
"Yeah, that's it, the guy seriously needs to get laid" she nodded, several times, and didn't care if Rupert overheard them "I can't help him out there, it'd be several levels of wrong." Yeah, several.
"And my money is on he doesn't pull the trigger because he likes having someone else to clean up the blood. Been there, done that." she smirked, unfolding her arms and crossing them behind her head.
"So, do ya have a part-time job next to gettin' on his nerves?"
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Tarin shrugged ”It’s one of those things. You see someone your age wandering around on their own, and a person’s first instinct is to throw you into school. I doubt it’s anything personal, but Rupert wouldn’t be cooking for you if he…care.” Even though he was making a point, the word was hard to associate with the gruff man in the other room. It was just weird.
The girl pointed out that she was likely to take Tarin up on his offer for a dinner sometime and he smiled and shrugged his shoulders, ”I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it. Don’t go falling out of the mirror though. You might see something in the bathroom you didn’t want or expect to see.” The meaningful look that went along with the statement made it obvious expansion on that idea wasn’t likely either.
Maya took his explanation about Rupert in stride and Tarin grinned at the kid again. Had it really been so long since he’d been this young? The kid was a little younger than he’d been when he ran from Texas, but it was almost the same thing. It was funny how things changed, Tarin looked at this…child and thought way too young to be on their own. Yet he’d done it…Lee had done it…countless mutants had done it. Yup, Tarin Brooks was getting old.
A dark chuckle burst forth when Maya pointed out that Rupert liked someone to help clean up the blood, but Tarin didn’t comment. The first thing that had gotten Rupert’s gun pointed at his head was answering the door covered in more blood than it looked possible to wring from a human being.
Rupert needed to get laid. Tarin could have said something about that one too…thank GOD dreams didn’t translate into reality…at least beyond the Alice dream. Instead of talking though, Tarin choked slightly on spit when Maya pointed out that she couldn’t help there. ”Thank goodness for that…and I think Rupert’s too busy being jaded and bitter to have time for that.” time for a subject change, it was just too weird to talk about sex with this kid.
The next question was easier and Tarin laughed…he was doing a lot of that. If Lee had been charmed by him, she’d be charmed by this girl.
”A part-time job? Technically I have two full-time jobs. I don’t mirror walk…I see dead people. I run a medium’s shop over by Carnegie Hall and the Iris Clinic.” Tarin paused there for a few moments, tilting his head and studying the kid across from him. A small amount of subterfuge and secrecy was necessary where the Kabal was concerned, but Tarin was almost hoping to peak this kid’s interest in what they did.
”Then, I do some consulting work for a local research co-op. My…talents lend a unique perspective sometimes in the humanitarian work they do. That’s the reason for the trip to Romania. Last year we rebuilt a school in Colombia.” Not to mention the fact that they’d taken over the country, and were planning to do the same in Europe. The kid didn’t need to know that though. Nope. Definitely not.
>>”I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it. Don’t go falling out of the mirror though. You might see something in the bathroom you didn’t want or expect to see.”
And thus Tarin kept earning good points for himself. A whole bunch o' them. For one, it looked like he actually cared about a teenage mutant wandering around all on her own, and for another, he seemed to possess a winning sense of humor. At least from the Trickster's point of view.
"I've been travelin' in mirrors for some three years now, I doubt anything could surprise me anymore" she smirked "But I do prefer to keep my eyes unhurt..."
>>”A part-time job? Technically I have two full-time jobs. I don’t mirror walk…I see dead people. I run a medium’s shop over by Carnegie Hall and the Iris Clinic..."
Blink. Stop. Rewind. He does what?!
Okay, so in Mirror's p.o.w. the X-gene was the awesomest invention of Mother Nature. Ever. To show her appreciation of that fact, Maya whistled. Flipsy jumped at the whistle, and spun around; Maya noticed the reaction, and whistled again, just for kicks.
"Whoa. That line sounded like somethin' outta horror movie" she grinned at Tarin "For real?... That must be, what... disturbing?"
Yeah, because gender swapping was so much better.
>>"Then, I do some consulting work for a local research co-op. My…talents lend a unique perspective sometimes in the humanitarian work they do. That’s the reason for the trip to Romania. Last year we rebuilt a school in Colombia.”
"Uhum." she nodded. So friend Tarin was the humanitarian kind. Who would have thought. Just because he could be friends with someone like dear ol' Rupert... However, before she could pursue that train of thought any further, another one occurred to her. Taking her foot off the table, she tilted her head, wondering a moment before she asked.
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Plaid boxers—clean ones. Jeans. A Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street Band T-shirt. Socks—also plaid. It shouldn’t have taken him that long to find them all, from the scattered piles around his room. He took a moment to scowl at the disorder. Once—just once—couldn’t he have a cleaning mutant be the one to break into his apartment? Come to think of it, Gawain had done an excellent job with his bathroom. Maybe...
Smiley faces and teddy bears grinned out from layers of plaid. Well, that ended that thought. Gawain was one thing. Maya was another. The brat was a brat in either form, but there was something distinctly wrong with getting Little Miss Estrogen-Shift to clean up his dirty laundry. Which meant, of course, he had to do it himself. Rupert stared at the pile a moment more. Then, with one foot, he slid it inside of his closet and shut the door.
Done.
Socked feet paced back into the hallway, and into the kitchen.
>> "Can you tell if someone's dead or not?..."
“Well this sounds heartwarming,” Rupert commented, sliding—somewhat literally—back behind the stove. “By all means, do continue.” He waved a dismissive spatula at the both of them, and got back to cooking that omelet.
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Tarin wrinkled his nose at the idea that this kid was running around in mirrors acting as the neighborhood peeping Tom and watching all the crazy stuff that went on in peoples’ houses when they didn’t know they were being watched. The kid pointed out that she didn’t like having her eyes hurt though and Tarin nodded, ”That’s a good thing. Definitely a good thing. Stay out of my mirrors though…just in case.” he said, just in case and sighed. Lee was going to find it so strange when he covered all the mirrors in the apartment the next time they were fooling around.
Apparently the kid had been living in mirrors for the last few years, ”That’s because it is from a horror movie.” Tarin didn’t add the fact that most of his life was like walking into a horror movie…that was just too emo. He wasn’t supposed to be the teenager here after all. The kid had even given him an opportunity, Tarin didn’t bite though, he was sitting in Rupert’s apartment, the medium shrugged.
“Disturbing? Sometimes. People who die peacefully in their sleep after living a life of contentment usually don’t stick around to talk to me. The things I deal with are usually a little more macabre.”
It didn’t seem like the humanitarian pitch had landed very well, but at least the seed had been planted in the kid’s mind. It would make it easier to explain later, at least if Maya had been given a chance to mull over the idea. Tarin was definitely going to need to talk to Slate. Mirror spying, the way of the future. Possibly. Again, Rupert’s apartment was not the place to discuss this.
Speaking of the devil, he appeared just in time for Maya to ask another question. For once, Rupert didn’t make a derogatory remark. Just an irritated one. From Rupert, that was like a glowing commendation. Tarin looked at the kid for a moment, thinking, then sighed. How many times had Tarin heard that tone of voice, seen the hopeful look on someone’s face, only to have to tell them the same thing he was about to tell Maya.
”The only way I know is if I see them as a spirit, and before you ask, I can’t just light a candle and call for someone either. I know that’s how it works in movies, but that’s not the real way of things. Sorry kiddo. Who were you wanting me to look for? There's nobody here right now, but if I have a physical description I can keep an eye out. They never go away, so it's not like I have anything better to do.”
>>“Disturbing? Sometimes. People who die peacefully in their sleep after living a life of contentment usually don’t stick around to talk to me. The things I deal with are usually a little more macabre.”
Yeah, that made sense. Maya was not particularly into horror movies, but she could imagine living one would be even less fun. Tarin didn't really seem to mind though. Of course he probably had time to get used to it. And every mutation was bound to have a bright side anyway.
Rupert returned, dressed and the way of grumpy that counted as cheerful for him. >>“Well this sounds heartwarming. By all means, do continue.” Maya rolled her eyes. If he'd heard her question, Rupert probably guessed why she was interested. He was the one friends with a mentalist, so why should he care?.... Anyway, what happened to his hatred for mutantkind?...
>>”The only way I know is if I see them as a spirit, and before you ask, I can’t just light a candle and call for someone either. I know that’s how it works in movies, but that’s not the real way of things. Sorry kiddo.
Well, bummer. This 'seeing the dead' thing sounded a lot more serious than one would guess from general knowledge, which, true, mostly came from movies. Maya shrugged.
"'tis okay, it was worth a try."
>>"Who were you wanting me to look for? There's nobody here right now, but if I have a physical description I can keep an eye out. They never go away, so it's not like I have anything better to do.”
The mirror girl sighed and shook her head; it was kind of Tarin to offer, but she was not sure she wanted to discuss this right now.
"Maybe later. But thanks anyway." she nodded with a half smile.
She was still pretty sure Mom was alive. And even if she was dead, there was no way of saying how she looked like... if her shifting didn't become nulled when she dies, she could have been any Jane Doe in any hospital. Her spirit... that's another story. But Rupert might have been right, now was not the time.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Jan 19, 2010 2:37:54 GMT -6
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The kid was asking about Mommy Dearest. It didn’t take a psychic to figure that one out. Rupert finished tossing the ingredients in, and flipped the omelet over. Cheese sizzled out of its side, bubbling on the hot pan.
It was just as well that Tarin couldn’t summon the truth straight into his kitchen. The only thing worse than having a brat at his breakfast table would be having a crying brat at his breakfast table. Not to say Rupert thought his (her) mom was dead already. It was either that, though, or she was just a deadbeat.
He flicked the flame off, and made a swift cut with the spatula. The brat got the bigger half. Only because Rupert wasn’t that hungry, damn it, not because she—he—was a growing something-or-another. He set the plates on the table, and took his own seat.
Tarin didn’t get squat. What, had he been expecting something?
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Rupert entered the room and was promptly ignored. This had stopped being about him when he’d agreed to at least think about the dog sitting gig. Tarin still wished the other man had outright refused that, but there was nothing for it now. Tarin wasn’t fooling himself, though, Lee would never have let that be the thing that stopped them from going to Romania. This meant too much to her.
Tarin felt bad at the look on the kid’s face when he said he couldn’t simply track someone down. The disappointment was understood. Sometimes people thought he could do things he simply couldn’t touch. It made sense when he thought about it, if a person could actually see the dead, pretty much anything was possible. It was hard enough for most people to simply wrap their heads around what he could do, let alone understand the limits.
Interesting, Maya didn’t want to give out a description. It had been a shot in the dark, then, a wonder about someone the kid hoped was still alive. The medium cast a look in Rupert’s direction, it really was no wonder the guy’s heart had gone out to the kid. For all her bravado she was still a scared kid that looked more and more alone at the little table in Rupert’s apartment.
Half an omelets was plopped down in front of the kid, and Rupert sat down in one of the other open chairs. Tarin didn’t even notice his lack of food, he’d eaten with Lee before taking off for the day’s errands.
Tarin reached back and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, flipping it open and pulling out one of his cards. Holding it out across the table, he gave the kid a chance to either take it or not. ”Tell you what. If you change your mind, or decide you’d rather have more pleasant company, give us a call. I’ll tell Lee about you so she won’t be surprised if she answers the phone.”
Alterior motives, Tarin had them. The mirror walking thing was cool, and it had serious potential to be useful if the kid proved stable enough to handle the types of things the Kabal would want from her in the future. Tarin turned to look at Rupert, ”You know how to get a hold of us. Let me know when you decide for sure? Thanks for even considering it, I know it’s a hassle.”
Tarin pushed back his chair and rose, ”I’ll show myself out. It was nice to meet you Maya. Don’t hesitate to let us know if you want to stop by.” The unspoken stay out of my mirror hung in the air. Tarin only hoped, for his sake and hers, the kid got it.
Rupert handed him a plate with what looked suspiciously like the bigger half of their breakfast (did he burn it or what?...), and took a seat, not commenting on anything, which was weird for him to say the least. Maya wondered what else was in his and Tarin's past they did not talk about. Hmmm.
>>”Tell you what. If you change your mind, or decide you’d rather have more pleasant company, give us a call. I’ll tell Lee about you so she won’t be surprised if she answers the phone.”
Maya nodded and took the card, depositing it safely in one of her pockets. "Sure. Thank you, Tarin." she smiled at him before she attacked her breakfast with fork and knife. Maybe later. She'd definitely have to talk to him again. Discussing some things under Rupert's watchful eye might not have been a great idea, but they could easily arrange another place and another time. Later.
>>”I’ll show myself out. It was nice to meet you Maya. Don’t hesitate to let us know if you want to stop by.”
Maya nodded, swallowing a bite before she answered.
"Nice to meet ya too. See ya around." she looked at him, and with a mischievous glint in her eye, she added "And I'll knock first."
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The Medium got a fork waved at him. “Drop your damn dog off whenever. I’m going to teach him to bite at pictures of you; fair warning.” Whether or not he was joking was only a matter of how motivated he felt, when the impressionable little lap dog arrived.
>> "Nice to meet ya too. See ya around. And I'll knock first."
Rupert stabbed a bite of omelet. Little Miss Gawain got a cold and grumpy glare while he chewed. “Ever thought to do that for me, kid?”