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.
Ted laughed as Calley suggested cliff diving was safer, and Ted agreed with him.
"Why'd you just randomly sit down back there, when we were chasing Tighty Whites? I thought you were going to beat us all to him 'til you did that. You feeling okay?"
Ted nodded. "Oh, I just remembered that for me doing stuff like is dangerous. It's my mutant power, it kicks in if I get injured, so if I had tripped and fallen I may well have killed everyone here." Ted had no idea that if the breeding Santa and Hunter had decided to, between them they probably could have taken him in beastform. He had never gone up against a mutant in a fight, let alone 7 of them. "I was just reminding myself to be careful. I'm sure would rather be the one eating the burger, not the one being eaten." Ted laughed at his own joke, rubbish though it was.
"I'm guessing you're a mutant too? What's your power?"
"...You might have killed everyone here?" Calley repeated lamely, his burger no longer attracting his attention the way it had, especially when the Ted Meister followed this confession up with a joke about eating people. He could suddenly think of exactly thirty-seven ways to end this conversation and flee the vicinity, but he couldn't be sure what other triggers this guy's power had--for all he knew, hurting the guy's feelings by screaming "Fire!" and then running (plan number nineteen) could cause it. The guy was sitting and unlikely to get injured in the next few minutes; Calley opted for continuing the conversation.
The promise of a second burger may have helped his decision.
"So, what kind of injury are we talking here?" He asked, only sounding a little nervous. Which was far better than sounding like he feared for his mortal shell. "Like a scraped knee, or a gunshot wound? And what do you do, exactly--start throwing lightening bolts, or something?"
"I'm guessing you're a mutant too?" The man asked. "What's your power?"
Calley shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He wasn't likely to see this guy again, so it was all right to admit to being a mutant. Since there happened to be a few individuals here who didn't know that Isabel's little white and black cat was really a seventeen-year-old in the habit of eavesdropping, he didn't think it was such a hot idea to bring out the honesty, though. "My power's really nothing spectacular. It's not all violent-scary, either." He gulped reflexively. Yes, Calley, good job. Let's insult Ted the Ripper's amazing powers of slaughter. That's a great idea. He hurried on: "It's good for keeping hidden, though. And it's really good for living on the streets." He smiled another self-deprecating smile. "I'm sort of a street rat. I've been just sort of living here-and-there-and-down-that-alley for the past two years." Come to think of it, he'd never actually turned into a rat. A mouse, once. And a teddy bear hamster, unfortunately.
Fiona listened to him with her eyebrows raised, taking in his every word. In her mind she saw a younger Hunter being attacked by a giant bear and she shuddered at the thought. In the recent moment she had become quite fond of Hunter, and she was glad his father had saved him.
"Now I really must meet your father!" she laughed.
She looked at him closely and examined his face next, kissing near his lips. "Your skin is to die for, you know that?" she whispered with a mock envious grin.
Hunter smiled as she kissed him, keeping up appearances, while mentally suppressing memories of Katherine. As for meeting his father, that could be dealt with later, for now he could just play along. When she mentioned the quality of his skin he couldn’t help but think of the man he’d drained last night. The brute had the audacity to try and steal his car, well one of his cars. Having fed recently was what gave his skin the healthy glow.
“Thanks,” he whispered back, “I just eat well and exercise, the best way to look good in my book.”
"Injury? Well, I'm not all that sure myself, but generally speaking, stubbing my tow isn't going to do anything, but a shotgun blast to the back will." Ted felt his back where his skin was peppered with various scars. "As for hat happens, I seem to transform into this kind of creature, a werewolf, if you will." It wasn't actually particularly wolf-like, but Ted had no idea what it looked like so he could only guess. "I then lose complete control, and the beast does whatever it likes; eating seems to be a top priority. I can't even remember what happens, I just wake up some time later and, that's it!" He finished lamely. He then grabbed another five burgers, and demolished them with ease. He grinned at Calley, "Heh heh, fast metabolism"
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 17, 2007 11:10:08 GMT -6
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Calley
So basically, the guy turned into a big, man-eating dog. Good to know. Good to know... Calley gave Ted his default expression: he smiled and nodded.
Then the man did something to make him utterly forget trivial things like a fellow's unfortunate tendency to go on killing rampages: he grabbed--and ate--five of Calley's burgers-to-be. They'd been innocently waiting on the grill for him, whispering his name with every little snapping sizzle, and Ted had just--had just--! It was too horrible to think about. And when he hadn't even finished his first burger yet, either. He protectively shoved the last few bites of his own burger into the safety of his mouth.
"Heh heh, fast metabolism"
Chew, chew, swallow, speak: "Yeah," Calley said in wide-eyed agreed, "no kidding." There were only two burgers left on the grill. Two burgers, for himself and everyone else here. The Santas alone could probably eat a cow. He thought he might be going into shock. "Hey, do you know how to grill? Do you just kind of slap 'em down and flip 'em once in awhile?" Calley stood, and uncertainly approached the unmanned grill. He opened up another package of burgers, and went for his "slap 'em down" idea.
"So, what brings you to New York?" He asked, poking the half-frozen patties with a metal spatula.
Ted watched Calley slapping burgers on the grill. "I have no idea. Never really had much time for cooking."
"So, what brings you to New York?"
Ted shrugged. "I had a little run-in, and then I ended up on the streets for several months. I'm not sure how long it was exactly, i lost track of time fairly quickly. I just wandered the streets, stealing where I had to, sleeping where I could." He remembered back when he was alone on the streets, cold, hungry, but that time was over now. It would just be another suppressed memory...
He snapped back to reality. I'm guessing you just leave them there and wait until one side looks edible before flipping it and doing the same on the other side. Or, as a better idea, we could find out who cooked them in the first place and kindly ask that they do it again."
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 18, 2007 14:07:01 GMT -6
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((ooc: Thanks Abyss--I was wondering what rules we were workin' under here. Urge to turn into a goldfish... rising...))
Calley winced at Ted's brief description of his time on the streets. It was one of those subjects where a little said a lot. And it might have been the festive atmosphere they had going on--you could only cram so many Santas into one area before jolliness became contagious, he figured--but he was feeling relaxed enough to come clean about his power. "I guess I have it easier than you. I've been living on the streets around here for about two years, but my power makes it so I don't have to worry about things like money and stuff. I can turn into a few different animals--the only one I've got under control is a cat, but it's perfect for street living. I can usually pull the 'cute kitty' card and get into someone's apartment when the weather gets really bad, and I can sleep pretty much anywhere the rest of the time. And I swear, some of the pigeons in New York are too fat to fly. They're surprisingly juicy." He flashed a toothy grin. "The only down side is Animal Control, but they aren't used to dealing with kitties who can understand what people are saying into their cell phones. I've always been long gone before they show up."
Calley winced again--for a whole new reason--when the topic of the burgers rose again. "Oh, I know who cooked them in the first place." He motioned with the spatula to a place about five or six inches about his head. "He's about yeh tall, and his musical tastes are about here." He motioned again, bending over to reach shin-level. "Since he was forgiving or forgetful enough to not call me out yet for switching the radio station on him, I think I'll just go with your 'flip them when they look done' idea. Yeah...That sounds right."
Moments later Santa Abyss came by for a burger and left with a "my compliments to the cook."
Calley shot a victorious look to Ted. "You hear that? I think between the two of us, we might just be smart enough to cook hamburgers." He didn't mention that Abyss had gotten one of Mister Tighty Whites burgers--no need to spoil his rising confidence with trivial facts. He even felt bold enough to put another of the salmon steaks on the grill, just in case Nika had the same gluttonous appetite issues that he did. Every good cat wasted one of its nine lives on an obesity-related death if given half the chance, he was sure.
"So how did your parents take it when you... when they found out about your powers?" He gave a little shrug. "Personally, my dad told me to scat. I'm disowned."
He turned to the big red fellow, who was sitting at a picnic table not too far away. "I've got to say, man, I love the tail." He grinned. "Please tell me you can pick things up with it."
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jun 18, 2007 14:51:38 GMT -6
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Iris sighed. The combination of tomatoes, watermelon and salt had made her mouth water, which in turn started her stomach rumbling. Resigned, she put her sandals back on and headed back toward the grill. Since the second set of burgers weren't quite finished, and she wasn't sure she wanted one anyway, she rummaged through the food cooler. She dropped a hot dog next to the beef, smiling at Calley as she did. Then she picked up another wedge of melon and sat down at the table across from Ted and Abyss. "Sorry, don't mind me. Just waiting," she said as she reached for the salt shaker again.
"I've got to say, man, I love the tail. Please tell me you can pick things up with it."
She paused mid-sprinkle at Calley's comment. She stood up and leaned over to see, not having noticed before. "Cool," she remarked with a chuckle, and sat back down.
Posted by gorgan01 on Jun 18, 2007 18:53:44 GMT -6
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Ted watched Santa take a burger, and he noticed that it wasn't one that cat-boy had cooked, but he had the good mind not to say so. He shrugged as Calley asked him about his parents. "I have no idea. First time my powers switched on, th police were rather hot on the draw with their tasers, and they had me unconscious fairly quickly. I woke up in a high security prison, and was told that the police had no idea what to do with me and that I was being shipped over here 'for my own good'. Something about how there's loads more mutants over here and so they would be more likely to 'help' me. Lucky for me, a bungled attempt to free me by a useless bunch of mutant's rights activists caused a gunfight, during which I got shot, and I was wolf-boy again. I woke up in an alley, full and energetic, though I don't want to ever find out what I ate that night." Ted suddenly realised that he was talking way too much about himself. "Flip that burger, I think it's cooked."
After the chase with Jason had ended everyone took off to eat. Syn wasn't feeling hungry though. Instead she decided swim a few laps. She hadn't gone swimming in what seemed like forever. The feeling of the water russhing past her body felt good.
When she finished swimming her laps Syn got out of the water and layed down on one of the sun chairs. She stretched her arms and legs then let out a soft sigh and relaxed. She watched the others conversing and eating but before long she closed her eyes and just soaked up the warmth of the sun.
"I woke up in an alley, full and energetic, though I don't want to ever find out what I ate that night." Ted was saying.
"That, Ted Meister," Calley pointed the spatula at him. "is disturbing. So you really have no control when you shift, do you? That... sucks." 'Sucks' probably didn't begin to cover it. Not even Ted was looking too comfortable now, and he seemed pretty laid back, for a guy who ate people. Which was, Calley amended in his head, entirely not Ted's fault.
"Flip that burger, I think it's cooked."
Calley eeped, and turned back to the grill. He managed to get the burgers all flipped without losing any through the metal grating. He was just patting himself on the back when Iris walked over.
"Sorry, don't mind me. Just waiting." She said with a smile.
Calley smiled back. "Nothing to mind, m'Lady. They should be done in a few minutes," he said. What he was thinking was: I wonder how long it would take them to light on fire? In the interests of them still being edible when they got to Iris, he decided not to test this theory. "So, does anyone have any exciting plans for the summer?" (It seemed a more cheerful subject than Ted's eating people.) "I think I'm going to crash a few more pool parties, myself. This is fun."
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 20, 2007 21:03:50 GMT -6
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Calley watched the demonstration with no lack of clear awe on his face. "Santa, you are my new hero." Gigantic tails: truly the one thing standing between man and Perfection.
Fiona looked up to see all sorts of things had past her--large red men bouncing about, happy contented people, Calley cooking... Wait, Calley cooking? He had never seemed the type, but she laughed seeing his facial expressions everytime he looked to the grill. Speaking of the grill, she could definetely use some more skirt steak!
Walking over to the assembled number of people surrounding the delicious smelling haze that was the barbeque, she smiled and nodded to them all.
"Hi guys! Hey chef," she said, directing her attention to Calley, "Would you mind if I used up a little portion of the grill to make something really quickly?"
Hoping he said yes, she set to marinating some meat to have ready if anything. If not, she could always wait until he was done.
Hunter watched Fiona head to the grill to get some more of the delicious steak she’d made before. “Fiona, could you cook some for me as well?” He then took a chance to look around at the others.
There were a lot of mutants here. Some, like Calley and Ted, had no usable power for him to take, but others, like the big red man who Calley referred to as “Santa” had some interesting ones.
He wondered how the red man’s cloning would work with him. It would be unlikely to be able to make more than a single copy of himself, but even with only an extra one of him think of what he could accomplish.
Then there was the girl who’d created the floating ball of water. He’d seen her hair change colour, and reasoned that it was linked to her power, possibly along with the stones in her back. Now that was a power which he had no idea how it would effect him, but he was dying to find out.