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 Andrew Leroy on Dec 23, 2010 0:47:38 GMT -6
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By now Andrew was very comfortable with the Mansion's kitchen. Ever since Kealey had brought him here he'd spent nearly every night in here baking things. Most of it got eaten at breakfast by the students. That was fine by Andrew, he wasn't baking for anyone in particular. Except tonight that is. Tonight the kitchen was full of cookies. The counter was buried under a mountain of them in various shapes, sizes, colors, and flavors. After all tonight was Christmas Eve. There had to be cookies for Santa and the fresher the better.
Sure some of the students had gone home to their families. However there were those that were not lucky enough to have a family to go home to. For them, the staff, and his own traditions Andrew just had to bake some Christmas cookies. Even if he hadn't had a proper Christmas since he left Lexington to go to college Andrew had always made time to make a batch of cookies for Christmas. Since there were quite a few more people to eat them this year as compared to last he was making quite a bit more than he probably even needed.
The last batch was in the oven now. Andrew had to wonder how many of the native insomniacs were glad of his nightly baking ritual. It did make the kitchen and surrounding rooms smell amazing. At least he thought it did. Maybe they didn't like the smells of baking. That seemed impossible but people were weird. You never did know. Andrew leaned against the counter and looked at the clock. Kate was back from her trip, he knew that. If she kept to her schedule she should be arriving shortly for her nightly snack. Maybe if he scampered now he could avoid her. The cookies weren't anywhere near being done and the timer was on. The living room was right next door with a doorway between the two. He could easily duck in there until Kate left. He headed that way to enact his plan.
Kate shuffled down the hall with a yawn. She was still getting very tired at the end of the day, which was understandable considering. Her body had taken an unexpected beating and now she was living with the consequences. This could be why Jensen had been so instant on returning to the mansion with her. He hadn’t really left her to her own devices in some time. This was actually why at 11 she was heading down to the kitchen no matter how tired she was. He had taken to bringing her meals to her and trying to confine her to her room and bed as much as possible. She hadn’t even gotten a chance to settle into her old routine yet.
She had arrived back at the mansion only days earlier and gladly accepted the warm halls of her new prison for the cold lonely ones of back home. She had absolutely no desire to spend Christmas in Kirby Hall, especially after Gawain had just left her there to go off on a mission with Sam. She had complained about the fact that he wouldn’t leave her alone since the morning they had left but somehow she missed the company after he was gone. There was no longer that body to distract her and she was left alone with her thoughts, and this was far more dangerous than anyone had ever imagined. For Kate her mother’s death had knocked her world off its axis.
She turned the corner to run into an escaping Andrew. She looked at him for a minute and was reminded of that awkwardness that had been there before she had left, she had completely forgotten about the kiss until this moment.
“We really need to stop running into each other like this,” Kate ignored the now irrelevant past and walked over to the island to get her gloves so she could make herself something to eat.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jan 9, 2011 18:16:34 GMT -6
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Kate's voice stopped Andrew dead in his tracks. Of all the times to turn out right why did it have to be now? Though, Kate didn't seem all that awkward though. In fact, just judging by her voice, she sounded tired and worn. He knew she'd had a hard time with her mother's death but it must have hit her harder than he'd thought. Andrew turned around. She didn't look overtly out of sorts but she didn't seem quite like herself either. It was as though she'd left a distraught eighteen year old and returned much older.
"Yeah we do."
His first instinct was to ask about the trip and what had happened but he held off. He didn't know how she'd handle it if he asked. Kate had been pretty miserable before she'd left and Andrew didn't know how much progress she'd made in coping with her mother's death. Instead he made his way over to a chair and sat down. No point in trying to escape now. He may as well stay here and await his Christmas cookies.
What was there to talk about though? The only things he could think to say were all in regards to her trip. He grasped at straws for something to say and came up short. Silence ensued. Andrew stared out the window to avoid Kate's gaze.
Kate walked into the room and over to the island. With a delicate hand she opened the drawer and pulled out her gloves. Slipping them on, she turned and opened the fridge.
“You can ask about the elephant in the room if you would like. It’s not going to kill me to talk about it. Mrs. Taylor actually says it is healthy to do so.” Kate pulled out a carton of eggs and some ham. She had been put on a high crab diet to bring up her strength and was forced to eat things she normally wouldn’t.
She moved over to the stove and pulled out a frying pan and the tea kettle. She scrambled up the eggs in the pan and filled the Kettle with water.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jan 13, 2011 22:11:04 GMT -6
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He looked back at Kate as she told him it was ok to talk about her mother's death.
"Sorry, just didn't want to ask if you weren't ready to talk about it. Did the funeral go ok?"
It was a horrible thing to ask or have to ask but he had to ask it. If only for curiosity's sake. Kate seemed to be going about making some breakfast and an entirely different menu than her usual one. He regarded it with interest but said nothing. Perhaps it was tied to why she just seemed run down.
>>Sorry, just didn't want to ask if you weren't ready to talk about it. Did the funeral go ok?"
“It went as well as could be expected. I day of people telling me that they were so sorry when I had no idea who they were and were mostly just there because she was the wife of an Earl or that idea of getting to meet me and be inside Kirby Hall was just to good to pass up.” Kate didn’t even try to hide the distaste in her voice, “But other than that it all went quite well.”
Kate used the spatula to move the eggs around and prevent burning and never turned to look at Andrew while she spoke.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jan 19, 2011 16:20:24 GMT -6
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Andrew winced at Kate's description of the funeral. She sounded more bitter than sad. Of course given the funeral she was describing that was not surprising. The death of a loved one was hard enough without having to deal with false well wishes from complete strangers.
"I'm sorry."
He had no reason to be sorry but it served for a good stock phrase. Andrew had no idea what to say to Kate's description of the funeral so 'I'm sorry.' seemed like the best option. Better to apologize without needing to than to need to apologize and not do so.
"So, other than the funeral, did the trip go well?"
That was just about the only other thing he could think of to ask at the moment.
“You really don’t have to say that trust me. I have had almost enough of I’m sorry, but thank you for the sentiment anyway.”
Kate transferred the eggs to the already waiting plate.
>>So, other than the funeral, did the trip go well?
“That depends on weather you look at the whole picture or just the upside.” She moved the plate to the table and returned to the kitchen area to put tea and water into a cup and bring that, the sugar and salt and pepper over to the table.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jan 25, 2011 2:07:36 GMT -6
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That she was tired of hearing 'I'm sorry' was entirely unsurprising to Andrew. They were, after all, back up words that a lot of people used when they just didn't know what to say. She'd probably heard so much of them during her trip that she was sick of the phrase. Not to mention that a good eighty percent of the uses of the phrase had probably hadn't had much meaning behind them at all.
"I can imagine."
He watched her as she went about her business. Apparently the awkwardness from before the trip was long forgotten. Really he couldn't blame her. Who could still feel awkward after all the other emotional turmoil she'd probably been through? He could understand that. Saying it on the other hand? That wasn't going to happen.
"Um, the whole picture I guess."
Just looking at the upside of things was for fools and optimists. The uncharitable thought that the two were often the same was put aside.
“I suppose that could be a gray area as well depending on who you talk to,” Kate poured sugar into her tea and put salt and pepper on her eggs, “If you ask Gawain if was the worst few days ever. If you ask me it was all very eye opening. Though, they say death can do that to you.”
Kate got back up and got her fork and some milk for her tea.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jan 25, 2011 2:25:56 GMT -6
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Ok, that was incredibly vague. Gawain thought the trip was horrible but she thought it was an eye opener? What did that mean? Did something horrible happen that Kate had some form of perspective on that Gawain didn't? No sense in pushing it though. When she felt like talking about it she would. After all there was a reason he hadn't gone with her. Awkwardness aside they just weren't close enough to share that much.
"I see."
Andrew's oven finally beeped. That gave him an excuse to head over to the kitchen area and not have to feel like he had to come up with something to say. This was the last batch of cookies he was making tonight. The trays of cookies were set to one side to cool and the oven shut again quicker than he'd have liked. Now he was out of things to do again while the cookies cooled.
Kate turned in the chair to face Andrew, “Are you doing that, no real detail, afraid to pry thing you are always doing. I mean I am sure you know about the rain thing. You can ask me. I don’t mind talking about it.”
She looked into Andrew’s eye waiting for the inevitable, ‘What were you thinking?!’
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jan 27, 2011 23:08:28 GMT -6
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Andrew was moving the cookies to the cooling rack when Kate accused him of well something. He wasn't entirely sure what. Was try to be sensitive to someone who'd just gone through a traumatic experience something you could really accuse someone of as though it were a bad thing? And what was that about rain? He remembered quite well that she and water didn't get on too well when put together for extended periods of time. Had she done something stupid and gotten caught in the rain or something?
"Uhhh, what rain thing? I haven't exactly heard the details of what happened over there. In fact, I really don't know anything about it except what you've told me."
He really hoped she wouldn't say something along the lines of the scenario that his mind was conjuring up of her getting caught out in the rain and nearly dying. That would just be too much. If that was the case then he really should have gone with her. He could have prevented whatever that rain thing was. Or at least minimized the damage.
>>Uhhh, what rain thing? I haven't exactly heard the details of what happened over there. In fact, I really don't know anything about it except what you've told me.
“Oh…” Kate was genuinely surprised. She had figured that he would either hear about it when Sam did or Sam would have told him, “I figured that you knew. I had been told that the teachers would be informed just in case I was very tired or something during class. I just that because you are Sam’s assistant and all…” That was when it hit Kate that Sam had taken Gawain on a mission and they wouldn’t be back till after the holiday, “Sam’s on a mission in Russia. I had forgotten. Sorry."
Kate looked at Andrew apologetically before turning back to her food in embarrassment and debated whether she should tell him before he hear about it from someone else. It would have been the right thing to do.
After a long pause and much deliberation, Kate spoke again, “The day after my mother’s funeral it was raining and I was sitting in my room alone with my thoughts. I listened to the rain and it dawned on me that I had never felt rain drops before. So, I went outside into the rain. It is as simple as that.”
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jan 27, 2011 23:38:46 GMT -6
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Andrew gave a shrug as he placed the last cookie on the cooling rack.
"Eh, Sam and I don't talk much outside of him telling me what he needs me to do anyway."
So then Kate told him, after a few moments, what the rain thing was. Exactly what he'd imagined. She'd gone outside while it was raining. It was winter. That meant cold and she'd just waltzed right out into it to feel rain? Andrew wasn't buying it. That kind of excuse was just horrible and far below Kate. She was smarter than that. Especially since she seemed to be so careful about her limits the rest of the time.
"Kate, that's a lie and we both know it. You're better than that. You wouldn't just stroll outside in the winter just to feel some rain. Unless you're a lot less smart than I've given you credit for."
Andrew walked over to the table so that he was standing right there in front of her.