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 Kealey Shinbo on Aug 1, 2010 19:02:49 GMT -6
X-Men
Team Leader of the X-Men
[color=deeppink]
Straight
Married (Tetsuya Shinbo)
1,652
4
Dec 31, 2019 21:55:08 GMT -6
Jules
The louder the music got, the more clear it became that it really was the problem the zombies were having. Cafas was in pain and Kealey’s hands migrated to her ears as well, clamping down over them and trying to drown out the noise and discomfort she was feeling from all around her in the room.
Cafas needed to calm down, but there were so many emotions in and around the room that she was having trouble picking him out from the rest. They were angry, furious in fact, and Kealey found herself clutching her scissors before she knew what she was doing. That wasn’t the point of the exercise, and the blond knew it…in fact, her own emotions were screaming at her to do anything other than stand there and keep holding the sharp object as a zombie made its way through the window. Her body wasn’t listening though, the overwhelming emotions of the horde trying to take over as she watched the zombie lurch forward.
Something struck her in the side of the head, not even hard enough to hurt, but it was enough to grab her attention and make Kealey swing to face her partner in this test. The type of music didn’t matter anymore and Kealey realized her ear drums were pounding with every beat of bass that echoed through the hidden speakers.
It helped, the distraction had snapped her out of her mental lapse and Kealey dropped the scissors, listening as the clattered to the floor. First things first. While Cafas walled off part of the window with a metal table, Kealey focused everything she had on the two zombies who had already gotten into the room. Where were their little bubbles of individual emotion? It was hard to find them, because they were exactly the same, but after a moment’s time in which they came closer and closer, the blond found them.
Bam.
Down went all the emotions, and Kealey held them. It was a lot. A whole lot of work, and not something she’d be able to do for any extended amount of time. It was the only chance they had to keep this from getting violent.
Back Kealey walked, making her way to the sewing machine she’d abandoned when she’d picked up the scissors and been ready to attack. The feelings were still there, and down she looked, shuddering and wondering how some people lived with feelings like this inside them all the time. Even the echo was almost too much to take.
Down she sat in the seat, still resisting the urge to do something violent and picked up the fabric with slightly shaking hands. There were starting to be too many things to focus on at once.
”Cafas…” she shouted, ”You have to find the right song.”
He was still rattled to the core, and Kealey wondered if what she was about to do was really wise. It didn’t matter, this was the time for taking chances, the real test of the day. The sewing machine whirred to life, and a seam started to make its way down the side of the jacket. Slowly, but surely, Cafas’ emotions moved too, moved right towards calm and comfortable. They could do this.
Cafas dropped to his knees but started to crawl back to the little box of buttons. He was trying to stop himself exploding from the level of the music. Perhaps others could cope better, however those people were nuts. On his way he received what felt like a lobotomy. His emotions drained out his ankles. Reaching the desk he raised his head and opened his eyes past any instinct of pain avoidance. He looked at it, and reached out. He didn't know what to press. Ten seemed like it was too obvious. Perhaps they had intended that he do them in sequence, make a logical choice like that. Instead he had done it at random, like a smart boy. In this case, he didn't care; the next song would either incapacitate him from volume or do the trick. In went the button. Back came the hand over his ears. Silence, loud enough to wake the dead, then...
Huh?
Had they failed and it had just stopped short of actually impairing his hearing? No? He could still see the box. He didn't need the display though. It was one of the most recognisable songs of all time. Journey, Don't stop believing. The best part wasn't that though, nor was the thought that the song may induce some form of calm on the zombies, but that he could hear his own sarcastic thoughts again. That he could hear at all actually, it was at a perfectly reasonable volume in fact. He sighed with relief and chose to stand to look at how Kealey was. He couldn't see very well past tears, so he simply asked a question, which he was happy to be able to do. "You okay Keal?" An O would have added that Australian feel, but Cafas didn’t want to. He was supporting himself with the counter. Not that he needed to, he still had his muscle power, but the sheer effort of not going completely into a quivering mess under the noise level had left him with very little energy.
Man up and stand up, you have zombies to take care of you know... No really, haul ass idiot.
He couldn't help it, the zombies inside seemed fine anyway, though he attributed that to Kealey, but he joined in the song. "Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit, he took the midnight train going an-y-where." He even cracked a smile, it was nice to have something decent and classic on. He approached the door, looking to the two figures that didn't belong in the room. "I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, this is a private appointment, feel free to make a booking and come back any time, we even do obligation free quotes!" Eh, what harm could it do, they were A.I., even if they were loaded again he doubted they would remember, let alone take the next poor sod up on the offer. They complied, and he unlatched the door, opened it just enough and watched them leave before closing it again and re bolting it. "Nice guys once you get to know them, bit quiet." He joked, and yet felt like just collapsing. He kept his uprightedness however; you never knew what would come next. Well, possibly but he hadn't met that person yet.
So that was what? five, six days? Geez that was getting bad.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Aug 2, 2010 22:22:11 GMT -6
X-Men
Team Leader of the X-Men
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Married (Tetsuya Shinbo)
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4
Dec 31, 2019 21:55:08 GMT -6
Jules
Loud, so loud. Violent, so violent. Kealey’s hands shook as she tried to move the jacket seams through the sewing machine. There was so much going on at once, and all she really wanted to do was pick the thing up and hurl it at something…preferably something living. The music hurt, her ears were pounding, and the violent emotions coursing through her veins made Kealey’s heart pound and her head throb. Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry… she repeated in her head like a mantra.
The music changed.
The emotions changed.
Calm crashed down on the scene like a ten-thousand pound peach rolling around the countryside. Was this what it felt like when she took all of someone’s emotions away? Kealey sat there, sewing machine running into thin air as the zombies started to calm. Cafas seemed to come back to himself then, and began to usher the two who had gotten through the window out the door. Kealey let go of her emotional hold on them. Everything was so calm…so serene….except for her own emotions.
The torrent of violent, angry, energy that had prevailed during the test was still there, the adrenaline impossible to shut off as easily as the artificially intelligent zombies had made it seem. Her hands were till shaking and she still had the urge to scream and throw things. That wouldn’t do, not during a try out…so still Kealey sat, then slowly moved her foot from the pedal of the sewing machine. It whirred for a moment, then stopped and she let her hands drop to her sides where they clenched into fists almost of their own volition.
Cafas asked if she was okay, and Kealey nodded her head, ”You?” she managed to say softly, then started to count backwards from twenty. That’s what people did in anger management classes, wasn’t it? Counted backwards to calm themselves down?
Up the blond stood, pacing and looking back at the unfinished jacket every few moments. 20...19.…18.…she tried to sit back down and failed. 17.…16.…15...14...she counted her breaths, hoping to even out the adrenaline with good ole’ fashioned Oxygen. 13...12...11...she was out of ideas, so up she looked in Shin’s general direction.
”Is that it?” she called, ”Because I think I need to get out of here.”
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on Aug 14, 2010 18:21:24 GMT -6
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Team Leader of the X-Men Mansion Math Teacher Japanese Language Teacher
Married to Kealey Shinbo
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Mugen
Shin had never heard those words. Not from Kealey's mouth, nor the mouth of anyone else.
Frankly, he was impressed.
It was impressive how the scenario could go crazy so fast. He'd thought Cafas would have picked up on the off-putting music right off the bat. Cafas was floundering so far, just doing his best to get by. By comparison, the cursing empath was worlds more composed. She was doing her job.
Her job was to point out the annoying music, if Cafas failed to notice it.
She succeeded in that effort.
Now, it was up to Cafas to figure put the pieces of the puzzle together, and come to a solution. Shin could see mental gears turning. Cafas tried calming them over the intercom. That was one good attempt. It didn't work too well, but of course, that music was to blame for that. They'd be far more reasonable, once that music was gone.
Though, until then, they seemed to be a problem... and had he programmed those strange reactions into the scenario? Hamster Dance!? Really?
Cafas was taking this far too casually. This was serious. The emotions those zombies were feeling, his partner in the tryout would feel as well. Shin would have to talk to him about that later. Cafas needed to learn to think about his teammates while he was working. He had to think about the consequences of his actions, as well as his reactions.
It was not funny. Not even laugh-worthy.
... Though Kealey's bouncing around to the happy song elicited the tiniest of smiles.
The music changed, and the smile vanished. Back to loud stuff. Bah. Bah, he said.
Bah.
And... he threw an eraser at her, too.
Shin frowned.
Well... at least he could make barricades. Shin tried to stay positive.
Finally, after what seemed to be forever, the zombies started swaying.
Things were winding down. Kealey asked if there was anything else, and Shin turned down the volume, speaking over the music. "Just get Cafas to try on the uniform. Make sure he changes out of it before I turn off the simulation."
He tapped some keys. Zombies vanished. Now, it was just Kealey and Cafas in a clothes shop.
Cafas smiled at Kealey. She was okay, though you didn't have to be an empath to hear and see that she wasn't all that happy. Himself though, how was he? That was an interesting question. He'd just been put into the only situation on Earth he had never ever trained himself to manage, non-violent large scale conflict resolution. Had he been allowed to go all out, well, while he likely could never have dealt with the numbers all together, he could have at least taken care of the two inside. Fighting definitely was more of his thing, as well as being bulletproof. He was only worried about ceramic bullets going into general use... or being invented for that matter.
Just say fine moron, it’s not like she doesn't already know...
"Yeah, I'm okay. As the simulation didn't end I suppose we haven't failed." But then the big boss man cut in and told them to get Cafas into his suit. Well, that could be done. "Bloody oath, I feel a bit like Winston Smith right now." Cafas moved away from the Orwellian references and did as he was told, he put on the suit, or what there was of it. Pants. He hastily pulled his off, blatantly ignoring the changing room. Who cared if they saw his boxers? Well, except them. He pulled the stretchy close fitting pants over his legs and up to around his waist. One could see his legs scarring through the slight raises in the material, but on the whole they seemed like perfect pants for fighting. He put a kick at about chest height against the wall, confirming his suspicion that they would not rip. "Great, they're amazingly flexible, and i don't even mind the fit as much as I thought I would." He smiled and, guessing the pants were an illusion like the rest of it, pulled his real pants on over them.
Not quite so in love with the snugness on the rear...
Given that the zombies were no longer a threat Cafas moved to the door and pulled his shield loose. It would take some smoothing out but it wasn't in too bad a condition. His sword he picked up and held by the belt loop on the sheath. He looked back to Kealey and looked puzzled for a moment. He had a feeling his eyes were sitting at a pleasant combination of green and yellow. He may have looked like an Australian wearing contacts at an international sports game, given the colouration. His idea was considered valid by his own mind, something he had made sure of before before actually saying it, given it was the middle of a test. "Given that we now seem to have time on our side and I've tried these on, wanna get out of this shop, at least for a little while? It's pretty claustrophobic in here." He was going to regardless, he had to, he now had energy freely flowing through his blood once more and the recent adrenal surge required he do something active, which he couldn't do in the shop. He turned the handle and took a step out the door. The street was actually quite cheery by that stage, now simply a regular NYC street, although he thought the ratio of cabs was somewhat higher than in real life. A trend that could be seen in most videogames in that city as well.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Aug 21, 2010 7:12:11 GMT -6
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Team Leader of the X-Men
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Straight
Married (Tetsuya Shinbo)
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4
Dec 31, 2019 21:55:08 GMT -6
Jules
Oh, he was fine. That was just…great. At least someone was.
It probably should have been easier to shake off the violent emotions the zombies had implanted in her mind, but Kealey was tired and the test had been stressful. Even if she hadn’t used her powers very much, it had all taken its toll. A hand tried to creep up to wrap itself in curls to fidget, but the ponytail stopped Kealey and she scowled.
She spoke, and Shin responded. ”Are you serious?” she exclaimed when he pointed out that Cafas needed to make sure he changed back into his regular clothes before the simulation ended.
”The fabric and everything was simulated too? All the work? While there were zombies?” Kealey stared at the various scraps, the pattern paper, and the scattered sewing tools and suddenly felt the urge to over turn the whole thing again. She settled for knocking over the chair. Crossed arms and a stomped foot may have been present as well, but disappeared quickly when Kealey realized how silly she must look. The blond sighed and bent to right the chair.
Then, Cafas took off his pants.
”Oh Sweet Mary…” the blond muttered and turned around, covering her eyes for good measure. That was not what she’d needed to improve her mood. She counted to twenty again…so what if it was by twos.
Cafas thought they should go outside, and was rather pleased with himself as he made his way out there. Kealey shrugged her shoulders, dropping her hands from her face, but not moving from her spot. ”You go right ahead. It’s all fake anyway.”
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on Aug 21, 2010 23:25:48 GMT -6
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Married to Kealey Shinbo
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May 16, 2024 22:52:08 GMT -6
Mugen
"............................." Well, it wasn't like he hadn't taken off his pants in the heat of battle for a friend before. Shin let Cafas's disrobing in the danger room simulation slide. Luckily, nobody'd ordered Kealey to make costume underwear.
It seemed she wasn't too pleased everything wasn't real. He'd deal with that in a little bit. For now... the scenery around them vanished, (as did pants), returning the Danger Room to its original appearance. Shin slipped out of the control room to rejoin them a minute later.
He frowned at Cafas, then looked to Kealey. "You did excellent, given the difficulty of the situation, and your job." Triangle-eyes shifted to Cafas. "You, on the other hand... you need to work harder to think about your teammates in battle. Once you realized something was making Kealey mad, you should have figured out what was making the people angry, and done your best to remove that source. You passed, but... it's something to think about. This tryout was to see how well you worked on a team, as much as anything. You didn't do too badly. You need practice. We probably all do. So congratulations. You've made Trainee." He smiled at Cafas, if a bit sternly. "You're free to go. I'll let Sam know to get you a communicator, and all that jazz. Kealey," His eyes shifted back to the blond. "Can we talk in a minute?" His emotions conveyed a hint of worry, a sense of urgency, and a tinge of impatience. Shin wanted to talk to Kealey about this alone.
Cafas couldn't have been more delighted if he tried. Well, maybe a little, but it was his error so he'd have to accept the criticism and work on it. Eyes practically glowing yellow he spun on the spot and walked to the door as directed, making sure he had all of his stuff with him. So he was now an X-trainee. Life was good some times. The metal manipulator walked out the door and into his room, where he promptly collapsed onto his bed in a fit of euphoric giggles. He hoped they'd wear off before anyone decided to visit.