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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Amber had a power! Not only did she have a power, but it was quite possibly the coolest power that anyone could possibly ever ask for! The power involved changing into dinosaurs, real live actual dinosaurs and she was quite certain that no other mutant could possibly have a power half as cool as hers. Oh, there might be a few that came close, she would give them that much, but they couldn't possibly match it. She was still waiting for the impending fall of everything good that had recently happened in her life, but for the moment she was too excited with her recent discovery to let it bother her much.
Two problems, however, had arisen from Amber's recent power development. First, the night that the power had developed on had been giving her nightmares. There had been so much blood and explosions and her sister, Aura, had killed people. She had been terrified then and she still woke up now, covered in a cold sweat. Her fear had been both for herself and for the sister she so desperately did not want to lose now that she had finally found her. Maybe the nightmares were part of the cost of having so many good things happen to her in so short a period of time.
The second problem was that since that night Amber still hadn't managed to figure out how she had done it. She knew it hadn't been her imagination because other people had been there to see it, but try as she might, she couldn't' reproduce the effect. No matter how much she willed herself to become Deinonychus or a Compsognathus, the only two forms she was pretty sure that she had, it just didn't work. The only thing she had managed to accomplish was giving herself a headache. She had heard, however, that there was someone else staying at Sanctuary that had a power similar to her, someone by the name of Calley. Aside from the fact that Calley could change into animals (which wasn't nearly as cool as dinosaurs but she wouldn't' tell Calley that just in case it hurt his feelings) she didn't know much of anything about the guy.
After getting directed to a room, Amber quietly knocked on the door of what she hoped would be Calley's room. The knock was quiet and hesitant and she felt one half hope and one half apprehension.
Calley had power. It wasn’t special; people had been doing it for centuries. Centuries of centuries. Calley knew how to kill people. And he knew how someone could kill another: he knew how to mean it.
Two problems. He didn’t know how the other Order members seemed to do the after part—he didn’t know how they didn’t regret it. And he didn’t know what to do when someone knew. That woman at the Mansion knew, and she’d let him go. He’d come here. That was this Saturday. Now, as the cheerful Monday afternoon sun beat down somewhere above the Sanctuary’s basement level and Calley’s own room, he had another problem.
Being sick to his stomach, apparently, didn’t mean he wouldn’t get hungry. His hand was already opening the door when he caught the noise on the other side. As the hand knocked, the door swung inwards.
A young man in someone else's oversized black guard uniform looked out, then down. The girl was about a half foot below, and a half decade younger. She wasn’t lacking in eye pigment, though. Calley didn’t know her and, at that moment, didn’t particularly want to know her.
“I’m not here right now,” he said, “may I take a message?”
The cafeteria called to his stomach. His stomach called back.
Amber waited nervously in front of Calley's door, eyes downcast and playing with a piece of fabric on her cloak. Would he be willing to help her? Would he even be able to help her if he was willing? She didn't exactly know much about Calley, after all, aside from the fact that this was his room and that he could change into animals.
The door opened and, startled, Amber took a tiny leap backwards. She had been so nervous, going over and over again in her head how she would ask and what she would say that when the door finally did open she lost everything from her mind regarding what she was going to say to the shifter. It seemed to be the story of her life.
"Um..I'm s-sorry," Amber got out, apologizing for the intrusion. "I-I w-was j-just h-hoping you c-could h-help m-me." Her stutter always got worse when she was nervous and right now she was definitely nervous. "B-because y-you c-can change into a-animals and s-stuff. B-but if n-now isn't a g-good t-time I can c-come b-back." She looked up briefly, her black eyes fixed on the shifter's face, before returning her gaze to stare at her feet.
The stuttering was endearing, he was sure. Maybe the timid glance was, too. Calley’s emotions were busy elsewhere: they weren’t helping him out with any clues. He stared down at her, then stepped out the door.
“Come on. I need food.” She could follow, or she could keep staring at her feet. He had no particular preference.
“So you’re a shifter too, I take it? Who have you told?” At least one person too many, if someone had sent her knocking at his door. He stopped mid-stride, and turned back to her with sudden urgency in his voice.
“Listen to me. I know it’s going to be hard, because shifting sounds like a great power, but you need to try and keep it a secret. If you don’t people will find you, people will use you, people will hurt you to make you do what they want you to. You never work for those people, okay? Anyone who hurts others like—like it’s a hobby, you stay away from them. They’re sick in the head. Whether they know it or not, they’re just sick, and they’ll make you sick, too.” Calley pushed a hand through his hair, and turned back on his heel. The cafeteria. Yes. He needed food.
And he was getting ahead of himself. He didn’t even know for sure what her power was.
“What can you turn into?” He asked, his tone tired.
Calley didn't just dismiss Amber outright, which she took as a good sign. In fact, he even invited her to go with him to get some food, which was an even better sign, wasn't it? That meant he was willing to talk, which meant that he also might be willing to teach. Even though she wasn't particularly hungry, having just eaten not long ago, she followed along anyway.
"Um, I haven't t-told t-too many p-people." Amber went over in her mind the people who knew she could change shape, not sure why it mattered but slightly frightened by the urgency of the other shifter's voice. "M-my sister, Abyss and K-Kaitlyn. And S-Sarah and Sh-Shin kind of f-found out too." That was a day she didn't really want to remember and a very good reason for her to learn to control her powers, hopefully as soon as possible.
Amber just stared at Calley as he went on his rant, explaining why she needed to keep her power a secret. Her eyes went wide at his description out of horror and sympathy. It sounded awful and all she was left with was the desperate hope that he was somehow exaggerating or at least that something like that surely couldn't happen to her. "Um, I c-can turn into d-dinosaurs," she answered his final question. What else could she really say?
Abyss, Kaitlyn, and Shin. The first was safe: Abyss had kept secrets for him before. Shin, he didn’t know well. As an X-Leader, he was probably reasonably trustworthy. Maybe. Kaitlyn was a little girl who made things explode, whether or not she wanted to. Security risk. The other two, he didn’t know. Not by those clues alone.
“Who’s Sarah?” He asked. “Who’s your sister?” Another pertinent question. One couldn’t always trust family. Just look at his dad. Just look at Katrina’s. Just look at the mutant stereotype.
“Do your parents know?” If she was here, then probably. This was where the homeless went. The mutated, freak homeless. The ones not even good enough for the—
Calley turned a sudden frown her way. “Why aren’t you at the Mansion?”
He kept walking. Her mutation description earned her a raised eyebrow, as he held open the door to the cafeteria. Ladies and small women first.
“Cool,” he said, as they entered the crowded room. There were always people in here, it seemed. “Now don’t say any more right now. You want anything?” For himself, Calley made towards the sandwiches. Bland. Inoffensive. Vegetarian.
"S-Sarah's the c-cat lady," Amber answered, well aware of the fact that not everyone knew everyone in a city the size of New York. But if Calley had ever met her then surely he'd remember someone as unusual as Sarah. "Sh-she and Shin s-saved m-me from an angry m-mob when I l-lost control of my p-powers." Seemed safe to tell the person who was hopefully soon to be teaching her how to not lose control of her powers in the future.
"A-Abyss adopted m-me so A-Aura's m-my sister. I don't know m-my birth f-family and I'm h-hopefully g-going t-to start going t-to school at the Mansion s-soon." The last part was said with a note of pride. All she had to do was convince Abyss to sign the registration forms and come meet one of those in charge and she'd be set to get to the learning and the studying with Koga. Which, for the record, she most certainly did not have a crush on. Nope. Not at all.
Amber entered the cafeteria as Calley held the doors open for her. "I d-don't want anything."
The cat lady. Cat lady... that brought a vague image to mind, of a fuzzy face he’d met at the Sanctuary a few years ago, just before the Registration Act. He remembered liking her, but the feeling not being mutual. He’d run across her a few times since then—she’d lived in the Mansion briefly—but hadn’t really struck up a conversation. Threat status: unknown.
Aura, on the other hand.
Aura.
They were in the cafeteria. They were in the Sanctuary. They were in the place that let Aura keep doing what she was doing, and protected her from the repercussions. Like they’d protect him, now that he’d become—
No. He was a murderer, but he was not Aura. Not even his current self-loathing could sink that low. He picked up a pre-wrapped sandwich—some kind of cucumber salad between slices of white bread—and headed towards the drinks.
“Aura is one of the people I just told you about. She’s sick, in her mind. I don’t know if she can be fixed. If she didn’t know you were a mutant, she’d kill you and not care.”
He grabbed a bottle of water from a refrigerated shelf, and headed back towards the cafeteria doors. “Com’on. Let’s go to the roof. You can tell me about the mob and your powers, or something.”
He hadn’t been up there in awhile. Not since he’d last spied here, for Hunter.
Amber didn't understand how Calley could say such horrible things about her sister. "A-Aura s-saved my l-life. She's n-not a b-bad person." She felt that she had to defend her sister. Yes, the incident at the flower shop had been the most terrifying of her life and yes her sister had killed someone that night, but it had been to defend the two of them. Aura would never kill anyone intentionally unless it was absolutely necessary.
As Amber followed Calley to the refrigerator she deiced that even though she wasn't hungry she was thirst and grabbed a nice cold bottle of water. "I c-can't go t-to the roof. M-my s-skin will burn unles th-there's a p-place we can s-sit that's shaded f-from the sun."
Although Amber was beginning to accept and even be proud of her strang eyes, a visible mark of her mutant heratige, she still couldn't help but feel shame at her sensative skin which prevented her from doing normal things like sitting on the roof in the middle of the day.
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 11, 2010 18:41:38 GMT -6
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>> "A-Aura s-saved my l-life. She's n-not a b-bad person."
“You say that,” the young man noted, “like they are mutually exclusive things.” Aura’s moral failing weren’t something he was up for debating, just now. They weren’t something up for debate, period, from what he’d been hearing about her. She was bad. The kid would either see that, or she’d just go blind to evil acts. Living at the Sanctuary could do that to a person. It could steep them in violence; make them think that it was a good solution. Make them think that when they did it, everything would turn out right. That they wouldn’t be left feeling cold and sick inside.
Maybe murdering was a cumulative process. Maybe Aura had felt like this, too, the first time she’d intentionally taken a life.
The girl... couldn’t go on the roof. Well. There went Calley’s isolationist lunch spot of choice. He cast a long glance down at the child. “You can handle shade? All right. Come on.”
A flick of his wrist, beckoning her on. Calley went down the hall, towards the rarely-used stairs at the end—not the main ones with the polished tile steps that went down to the basement rooms, but the dusty concrete ones that went up and down to every level. On his way, he opened a linen closet, and pulled out a handful of white sheets from the shelves.
Then upwards, upwards, to the roof.
“Put that over your head for a minute,” Calley said as he opened the door into bright sunshine. He tossed one of the sheets at her head.
Then he stepped out, and began making their white fort. A satellite dish formed one corner; a metal vent another. Soon, there was a rough rectangle of shade being cast onto the bland gray rooftop.
“Voila,” he sad, dispassionately sitting down under his creation. Problem solved, with all the skills of a five year old on a couch.
Amber didn't really want to argue about her sister anymore so she didn't make any reply to Calley's statement. She was here for help with her power, hopefully, and her sister didn't have anything to do with that. She had defended Aura's name and that was all that was really needed. Though she hadn't known her sister long, she had come to understand that she could take care of herself and Amber didn't think a few bad words about her would concern her to much anyway.
"The sh-shade's ok," Amber agreed, accepting the sheet that was thrown in her direction. A couple minutes of direct sunlight she could handle without adverse affects anyway, but since Calley had made the attempt to accommodate her she didn't say anything and held the sheet over her head obediently as directed.
Amber smiled at Calley as she watched him work. Even though it was a simple process of making her a nice little patch of shade, there were so few people that would have actually taken the time to do so that she was touched by his kindness. "Th-thank you." She sat down in the patch of shade and took a drink of her water, looking nervously down at her feet. She coudln't stay out forever, even in the shade, but she should be fine at least for an hour or two.
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 11, 2010 19:21:26 GMT -6
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>> "Th-thank you."
“Don’t mention it,” the young man muttered, turning his gaze to the side as he sat down with his back to the metal vent shaft. He sat crossed legged, with his water bottle to the side and sandwich balancing on one knee. He’d eat it. He should eat it. He was just waiting for his appetite to catch up with his stomach.
“So what is it you need help with, exactly?” He asked, looking back at her. “Have you figured out your shifting trigger?” His was thought, pure and simple. Which occasionally backfired: as when he’d ended up as a toad instead of a duck. Wrong thought. “And how to change back?” That... had taken him years.
Amber didn't know Calley at all, but she could swear that something was bothering him. She wanted to help, wanted to ask him what was wrong, really she did, but around here prying seemed to be rude. But would it really be prying if she only asked once? She wavered between trying to decide what would be the right thing to do before deciding that if he wanted to talk about it he'd say something. Hopefully.
"I n-need h-help figuring out h-how t-to shift," Amber answered. That seemed like a safe topic, even if her answer probably made her look like an idiot. It must be rather self explanatory that she needed help with that since that's what she had come to Calley for to begin with. What else could she possibly need help with? Blowing things up with her mind? She didn't really think anyone could help her with that.
"I o-only shifted three t-times." She thought back to those times, trying to figure out if there was a common trigger. "I w-was afraid a-all three t-times so m-maybe fears m-my trigger? And I d-don't know w-why I t-turned back. It j-just sort of happened." Wow, now didn't she feel smart. She barely knew why she had shifted to begin with and didn't know at all why she had shifted back. She must be terrible at being a mutant.
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 11, 2010 20:31:46 GMT -6
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Only three times. Wow. That was... wow.
“How old are you?” Calley asked, picking up his sandwich. He didn’t eat it yet—just held it. It was like proximity training. He was getting himself used to the idea of eating: a safer bet than just jumping right in.
The stuttering was getting ridiculous. She sounded stupid, and she sounded like she knew she sounded stupid. The corner of Calley’s mouth twitched into a smirk.
“You know when I first shifted? When I was thirteen. I woke up as a mouse. You know how long it took me to change back?”
He paused, allowing proper time for her to guess. He doubted she’d get it right.
“About eighteen hours.” One eyebrow quirked. “If you beat that, I’ll be impressed. Otherwise, stop sounding so nervous. It’s normal not to know how to control your ability at first. Especially for us multi-shifters: the people with only one form don’t know how easy they’ve got it.”
“Look on the bright side,” he added, bringing the sandwich marginally closer to his mouth before abruptly setting it back down, “at least you aren’t a little girl who makes things go boom. Not knowing how to control that? Now that would be a good way to lose friends.”
Not that Calley had recently fled from any such girls, or left them standing in watery the wreckage of a destroyed laundry room.
"I'm f-fifteen." Amber knew she ought to try and work on her stuttering problem but the problem was the more she tried to stop it the more pronounced it became. When she was comfortable around someone it almost disappeared, but even then it never went away entirely. It was just something she had had to deal with since she was a young child and just one more reason why she never fit in.
Amber gaped at Calley and his story about changing into a mouse for 18 hours. She had never shifted for more than a few hours but maybe that was just because she hadn't shifted very much yet. "H-how did you turn b-back?" At least her current dino forms had limbs resembling arms and digits resembling hands. That made things a little easier, she couldn't even imagine what it must have been like to be trapped as a mouse for almost a complete day.
When Calley mentioned Kaitlyn it had the desired effect (at least Amber assumed it was the desired effect) of actually making her feel better about her entire situation. "P-poor Kaitlyn." She shook her ehad, remembering the flower shop incident which, as it happened, she really didn't have any desire to remember. The blood and violence had been a horrible experience, almost as mentally scarring for herself as it had been for the little girl Kaitlyn.
"A-at least I d-don't need to w-worry about hurting anyone," Amber agreed. For that fact, if no other, she was thankful. "P-plus I love my power. I j-just wish I knew how it w-worked." If anyone happened to ask her, she still maintained she had just about the coolest power ever. Or at least she would as soon a she figured out how to control it.