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.
"Hey." She put her hand on Andrew's chest to keep him from taking another step with that mentality. "Everybody's got their place and purpose. The more power, the more negative so I'd consider you a lucky one." She tried to hold his gaze for a moment and put every bit belief in Andrew and mutant kind in her expressive eyes. But she wasn't about to advertise her own shortcomings so she let her hand fall and rumpled Santa back under her arm. The show must go on.
"I think the old fashioned way works just fine anyway."
She lead him out of the workout room and to the infirmary. "We used to have a Unicorn manning the infirmary, but he moved out to live with his dear wife." Hardly any bitterness in that statement. "He's on retainer, though so we've got a healer if need be." Lori spread the flat Santa on one of the beds as if he was a patient and went to fish out some of the suturing thread.
"Rec. room with billiard tables and ping pong is the last stop on this hall. You can check it out if you want."
She struggled to her her fingers into the holes in the scissors in order to cut the thread. Lori wasn't the most handy or crafty, but by Santa, she was going to fix St. Nick!
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Dec 20, 2010 1:15:31 GMT -6
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Lori's hand met his chest as she tried to make him feel otherwise about his mutation. He could tell she really believed what she was saying but it just didn't resonate with him. What place and purpose was there for someone like him? As he was now he didn't have a purpose. No, he was just living on charity really if he thought about it. Andrew had no idea why Sam had offered him a job but it certainly wasn't because he had an impressive mutation. He supposed the job sort of paid the Mansion back for taking him in. They were good people at the Mansion but Andrew sometimes, like now, felt like he was little more than a burden.
The moment ended with Andrew still convinced that his mutation had no upsides whatsoever and they continued on. The infirmary was next and apparently they'd had a Unicorn to tend to people once upon a time....wait. WHAT?!
"Wait a minute! A unicorn?! Seriously?!"
Ok, there were all kinds of mutants out there but a unicorn? It took all kinds he supposed. Andrew shook his head.
"Sorry. I shouldn't be surprised."
Apparently this was the last stop in the guided tour as Lori set about trying to fix Santa and having a hard time of it. There was a rec room just down the hall but Andrew honestly couldn't care too much about that. He smiled sort of nervously at Lori.
"You want some help with that?"
He motioned to Santa. Poor fellow would need all the help he could get to 'survive' what had been done to him.
She chuckled. "Yeah we see all kinds here. And it took a little getting used to, yeah, but now this is normal. " Maybe he was new to being special. Everybody seemed to go through some serious denial.
She hesitated when Andrew offered. She hated relying on others. Even in the small things. But this... this was just domestic enough that she could let it go.
The thread, needles and scissors she passed off. "You think he can be saved?"
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Dec 25, 2010 22:18:25 GMT -6
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Andrew shook his head to clear out the remaining astonishment.
"Shouldn't have been so surprised. Still pretty new to this whole mutant thing. It's been active for a little over four years now but until recently I stayed away from anything remotely mutant related."
Terror at being discovered as a mutant and used and abused had been the main factor in keeping him away. In either case, Lori seemed reluctant to give up the items but eventually handed them over to him. He wasn't incredibly skilled at sewing but Andrew figured it couldn't be too hard. He measured out a length of the thread and cut it before Answering her query.
"I think so."
It took three tries to get the thread through the needle's eye but it was managed. Andrew stood over his patient with needle and thread in hand and began to sew.
Four whole years. More than most, but not too bad. "That's the problem with growing up in a human society. You're born human, you grow up human, everything seems fine until suddenly it's not. You're propelled into a unusual world that you can't possibly be prepared for."
Lori toyed with the spindle of thread until she realized that it should probably stay sterile (or something) and she set it down somewhere in the vicinity of Santa's knee.
"I did the same thing you know. Two... Five..." She was clearly doing mental math of the years. "Seven-ish years of playing human. Or as human as possible anyway." Which was some serious denial on her part.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Dec 27, 2010 19:04:23 GMT -6
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He just nodded as he worked on sewing up the jolly Christmas icon. Lori had summed up the entire problem admirably. Andrew hadn't been remotely prepared for what he'd been forced to face. He'd had to learn to be careful with his words, pick and choose the people he associated with and talked to carefully, learn how to deal with the changes that took place every time he did make a promise. Of course other mutants had probably had it much worse than he did. By and large the only thing frightening about his mutation was the sheer amount of change it could bring about within him. Whether that change came in the form of life threatening injury or the things it could do to his mind and personality didn't matter much.
Apparently she'd spent even longer than he had trying to hide from it. Seven years was a long time. He'd done it for safety. Out of the fear of what people would do to him when they found out he wasn't quite normal. Andrew had to wonder why someone like Lori would do it. As he wondered about it Andrew completed the last few stitches on the Santa figure and snipped away the excess thread. It wasn't precisely neat. He'd quite obviously been mended and by someone that wasn't skilled with a needle and thread. But Santa was fixed. Andrew picked the patient up gingerly and presented him to Lori.
"There. Not the best job of it I'm afraid but he'll live."
"Hey... that actually looks good." She held out his work at arm's length to admire it properly. He might be a bit Frankenstein-ish now, but maybe that would mean they Sanctuary residents would leave him alone. "Let's go try him out."
She grinned a little like a kid at... well, Christmas and lead Andrew down the hall back toward the front entrance. If he was done delving into his "human" past so was she.
Once in the foyer again she freed up a plug and slammed the two pronged bit of cord home. After a brief moment of confusion Lori found the panel where the cord connected to St. Nick and flipped the "on" button too. Santa swelled up beautifully only... where he had been patched, poor Santa had a serious pucker. Instead of hoisting a healthy belly, he now looked a bit emaciated.
"Well, it works. And nobody lost an eye." She said that as if it had been a real option. With her behind the needle, though... maybe it could have been.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Dec 29, 2010 1:50:58 GMT -6
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Lori accepted the figure and they headed back toward the front of the place. The woman was grinning like a little kid and Andrew couldn't help but grin a little too in response. As odd and worrisome as their meeting had been it was nice to see someone smile because of something he'd done. More precisely they knew he'd done it and smiled because of it. The appreciation was nice.
Once they had returned to the foyer Lori plugged Santa in and switched him on. He...well frankly he looked a little thinner than he should.
"I guess Santa went on a diet."
He nodded to Lori.
"Yeah, at least he works."
Andrew wasn't quite sure what the no one lost an eye comment was about. It was a simple sewing job. No way anyone could have lost an eye. Andrew paused to think about it a second. They were both mutants. That little fact tended to make improbable things commonplace. Andrew cast the idea aside. It wasn't important anyway. He'd seen what he'd come to see. No point in hanging around. All in all the Sanctuary seemed like a decent place. Andrew would stay at the Mansion of course. There was no question of that. But it was an option in case it was needed.
"Thanks for the tour. I should probably get going now. It was nice meeting you."
Andrew smiled a little at Lori and headed for the door. It was time he headed back to find that nice quiet corner he'd thought about earlier.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 31, 2010 18:09:36 GMT -6
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Kaitlyn held the glorious flag of the Democratic Republic of the North Pole aloft as she marched into the Foyer. The flag itself, a cut-out portion of a white T-shirt with a red and green Christmas tree drawn in the center in marker and "DRNP" written underneath, was attached to the end of a broomstick that she found in a closet. The young revolutionary had made it herself, to commemorate the end of Santa's bourgeois tyranny, and she was going to add it to the Foyer's decorations.
She stopped in her tracks when she saw Lori and some guy putting santa back. Didn't they know about Santa's treachery? His exploitation of the elfin proletariat? His blatant refusal to ever give a certain child any presents for Christmas?
Probably not. It was all part of a pretend game that Kaitlyn had played with a few other residents. As the guy turned to leave, the youngest Order member decided that she should explain what happened, lest anyone get the wrong idea.
"Comrades!" she announced, "The Democratic Republic of the North Pole had Santa hanged!"
"...He was exploitating the workers, so we had a revolution. Can I hang him up again?"
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
"Andrew..." He was practically out the door when she called after him. "If you ever feel like giving up normal—" What she was going to offer would surely never have been as convincing as what Kaitlyn had to say.
And Kaitlyn had a strange effect on Lori. It was rare that the little scamp didn't make the organizer of a counter culture grin like mad and proud enough to pinch every freckle on both their faces.
"Democratic Republic of the North Pole?" Lori's blue eyes bounced one by one over the Flag's initials as she spoke. "Funny. I thought we were in the Sanctuary."
The blonde moved a little between poor St. Nick and the elfkin champion. "You most certainly may not. Don't you want any presents this year?" She'd collected a ravishing set of chocolates from a mutant insurance rounds that had Kaitlyn's name on it right under the "liquor filled" fine print. Lori put her hands upon her hips.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jan 1, 2011 23:41:27 GMT -6
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At the sound of a youthful girl's voice Andrew half turned to see who had come in right as he was heading out. She had what? That girl was responsible for what had been done to poor Saint Nick? Not to mention the way she was talking. He blinked once and then again. Lori gave the girl a firm no but Andrew couldn't believe that the girl had thought hanging him was a good idea in the first place. The way she spoke was an odd combination of childish and mature. He stood in the doorway, watching the two.
He had intended to head back to the mansion but this had successfully sidetracked him. He could already tell that the Sanctuary wasn't fit for those who were comfortable with society and would follow its rules. From the large clues like the decorations to the subtle hints in the conversation he'd had with Lori and this girl just now it was clear that celebration of the difference between humans and mutants was the norm here. At least, that's how Andrew saw it. Lori and the others that lived here might see it differently. Andrew didn't think he'd fit in here.
He wanted to be strong so that he could defend mutants, that was true. However he liked the way the X-Men went about it. They'd saved him and he wanted to give back. If there was strength to be found here it wouldn't be the kind of strength he wanted. Andrew moved away from the doorway and, mindful of the stacks of meat, found a place to one side to watch the woman and the child until their attention turned to him.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jan 2, 2011 1:48:35 GMT -6
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"We are in the Sanctuary. It's just... I got some other people to play pretend with me!" The glee in her voice reflected how rare and wonderful an occasion this was, even if those others came up with weird stuff like 'socialist revolutions.'
Lori's threat about the presents, clearly made on Santa's behalf, was only met with confusion. "But... Santa never gives me any presents!" The young Orderling learned this prior to her stay in the Sanctuary. It shouldn't matter whether the fat, all-seeing jerk got hanged in effigy. He didn't even give her anything when she made him cookies!
"He's a jerk." Hopefully, the child made a good enough case for letting Santa hang.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
"Santa may be a stingy old coot, but that doesn't mean I am. Besides. Don't you think the old guy has been through enough?" Lori motioned over her shoulder to the more somber, emaciated Santa. He could almost be interpreted as... repentant? Maybe that was wishful thinking on Lori's behalf.
"Santa's imaginary. He's only as much a jerk as you imagine him to be." She was firm in her assessment, hands still on hips.
Andrew was all but forgotten at the door. Hadn't he already gone?
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jan 9, 2011 19:12:42 GMT -6
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Oh, now things made sense. Andrew was caught between laughter and somberly wondering what the girl's life had been like that she hadn't gotten presents from Santa. That didn't mean she hadn't gotten other presents as far as he knew. Just that whoever her parents were or had been they hadn't bothered to buy her a present and label it 'From Santa'. Whatever had happened she wanted Santa to hang for it.
Lori made the case that Santa might be stingy but she wasn't. Out of all of the arguments she presented that one would have been the most persuasive to him as a child. He had to agree that Santa had been through enough already. His rough patch job alone should have gotten the formerly fat man off the hook. The last argument sort of made Andrew want to chuckle. It made sense but still. If Santa was imaginary and the girl considered him a jerk then it was all her fault that he was such.
He should have left by now but now that he'd heard part of this argument he had to hear the rest. It was something like people slowing down to stare at a car wreck. Horrible but fascinating.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jan 15, 2011 22:42:07 GMT -6
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Santa Claus was... imaginary? Kaitlyn's mind was overwhelmed.
The idea seemed absolutely preposterous. How could so many people just fake something like that? Kaitlyn even heard about him on the news! Every year, without fail, radar thingies sensed him flying around, and people talked about it on television! It was unthinkable. Yet Lori said otherwise. Lori wouldn't lie to her. That was even unthinkabler.
More importantly, Lori was gonna give her a Christmas present! This would be her first Christmas present in... she-didn't-even-know-how-many years! ... Except that she might never get one, now that she made Lori mad. Maybe even mad enough to make her reconsider giving Kaitlyn a present.
The child's head tilted downwards with guilt. With a sudden Cuh-RACK, the once proud DRNP shirt-flag fell to the floor, peppered with the splintered wooden remains of its broom-flagpole.
"...I'm sorry."
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!