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 Sebastian on Sept 2, 2011 21:46:27 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Cher Ghost,
Sebastian blinked at the scrap of paper that had shot him in the head when he'd turned on the hair dryer. Then he blinked at it again. That handwriting looked familiar.
He was a little slow this morning after minimal time sleeping and maximum time out on the streets looking for Jude. At this point, sleep was less important. The authorities said they were doing everything in their power to find his son, but they weren't really. They hadn't even put together a search party. They hadn't combed the alley's. They hadn't searched door to door.
Sebastian was doing everything in his power to find Jude. He hadn't really eaten or slept properly in days, and he only returned home to take a shower because people were starting to wrinkle their noses at him when he asked them questions.
It took him a moment to realize whose handwriting it was. As soon as he did, he forgot all about drying his hair or even that the hairdryer was on.
He was halfway out the apartment door before he realized that not only he was still wearing only a towel, he still didn't know where Jude was. All he had was proof that he had been here; in the apartment, within the last few days.
That wasn't much to go on. It did mean, however, that Jude was okay. It was his choice to be gone. He hadn't been kidnapped.
The unicorn man was both relieved and angered by this revelation. Sentences fragments expressing his feelings rolled around in a big, stormy, foggy soup in his mind. He was either too angry or too tired to even think.
Finally he stepped back inside the door so he could slam it shut as hard a he could. If someone didn't like the noise, they could complain to the landlord if they wanted. Just let them.
He paced. Back to the bathroom to read the note again. Back to the door. Back to the bathroom, running his hands through wet hair. He had been here, and Sebastian had missed it. He was tired, yes, but he couldn't just sit still after finding out that his son was safe but choosing to stay gone.
That little... little...
Sebastian turned back to the bathroom and yanked the dryer from the wall without bothering to turn it off. He contemplated throwing it at the mirror, but decided that the mirror hadn't done anything to deserve such a fate.
It was so gods damned frustrating. He was trying to protect his family, and provide for them, and make sure they were healthy... and all he got in return was a balled up note in a hairdryer that wasn't even addressed to him.
He threw the hairdryer at the pillows on the bed.
... don't worry about me. I'm doing just fine. --Jude
Eggs. They didn't always keep them in the house, but she had a hankering. Maya cooked her eggs carefully because Sebastian was stomping around. She'd asked him once what he was doing, but he must not have heard her. He was pre-occupied. And busy slamming doors. He seemed really angry.
So Maya cringed. And stirred her eggs with a yawn.
She was pre-occupied too.
Three minutes was a long time to wait when you were waiting for something specific.
Sebastian paced back to the restroom. Maya stirred her eggs and felt more than a little miserable. They had been out all night. Sebastian had stayed out later, but... she'd just been so tired these days. And Jude was still gone. And everything was just... so messed up.
Maya flicked the knob to turn off the range and dumped the whole batch of eggs onto a plate for herself.
Miserable.
Meanwhile, two parallel lines showed through two different windows on a little white cartridge that was balanced on the back of the toilet. Maya would go check on it eventually. But for now, she was eating her eggs.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 5, 2011 20:05:18 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The pillow made a satisfying fwoomph noise when the hairdryer hit it. Sebastian glared at the hairdryer as if daring it to protest its rough treatment. Yes, sometimes you do everything exactly right and sh!t still happens to you. Life lesson, hairdryer. Life. Lesson.
Sebastian threw his towel at the dresser to teach it a lesson as well and then went to rummage in the hamper for a pair of pants. Laundry; he'd had things more important to think about lately than the cleanliness of his pants and whether or not they were as wrinkled as a pug's face. He couldn't find any.
“Mhm!” Sebastian made angry noises at the various socks and skirts and blouses that got in his way and tossed them as hard as he could at the floor in one angry heap. They didn't protest. They had better not.
Finally his fingers met a pair of pinstriped trousers. He pulled them roughly into place, stuffing his tail in the tail hole with almost enough force to rip the fabric, but the fabric didn't dare make his day any worse than it already was.
Still in a huff, he stormed back through the bathroom and reached for the razor to tame the several days worth of stubble, but instead found Jude's note once again. The little razor never hit porcelain so hard in its limited existence.
“Pedicabo et irrumabo,” Sebastian swore as he paced back through the apartment again, “Why does this have to happen? Stupid meiere merda...” he trailed off when he got to the kitchen. Ghost was there, looking wide eyed with a fork full of eggs halfway to her mouth.
The unicorn man had forgotten she was home, too. It had been so quiet, he'd thought she had left for the book store or something. He clamped his mouth closed and practically threw himself into the kitchen chair opposite her and proceeded to try not to glare at the teapot on the stove.
He was so... angry... She'd never seen him so angry.
"Can I get you something? We have uh..." Eggs were seeming less and less like a good idea. Maya scooted the plate away and went to check the refrigerator for a vegetarian safe alternative for breakfast. "Some slightly old cantaloupe?" They really should have gone to the store some time when it was still the weekend, but the first few hour were important in a missing person's investigation. The next few days, even more so.
She gave it a sniff to make sure it was safe and... the sickly sweet, super ripe melon made her head reel.
"Here." Maya set the little bowl down on the counter. Usually she would have peeled back the plastic, gotten a fork for him and maybe started some tea. Instead, she left it and made a bee line for the bathroom.
She wanted... and she didn't want...
But there it was. The answer to how horrible she'd been feeling.
Sebastian was going to kill her.
She grabbed the little plastic indicator and looked at it. She looked at it very, very closely. She checked it against the little paper that came in the box even though she knew perfectly well what it was telling her.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 5, 2011 21:12:36 GMT -6
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The teapot didn't know where Jude was either, or if it did, it was doing a good job of not giving in to the intensity of Sebastian's glare. He blinked and looked at Ghost when she asked about breakfast. He tried not to glare at her, anger was for inanimate objects, not wives who were also under great amounts of stress. He was not entirely successful.
As for breakfast and did-he-want-any, he didn't really know. His stomach was completely empty and most definitely complaining that he hadn't eaten in double digit numbers of hours, but he was too mad to eat. The hunger pains felt like righteous stabbing from inside his stomach, like a physical manifestation of his current mood.
>>“Here.”
He frowned at the bowl of fruit, still trying to decide if he should eat it, when Ghost abruptly walked out of the room without another word. He frowned at the cantaloupe some more. Maybe she was grumpy, too, or possibly worried. There was a lot of that going around lately and it was catchy. He knew it was catchy, and didn't want to be the one to spread it.
In his head he counted to ten, then took two bites of the overly soft and all too sweet fruit. It wasn't very good, but it made his stomach stop growling. Then he stood to follow his wife into the other room. He wanted to make sure she knew that he wasn't mad at her.
She stood with hunched shoulders in the bathroom. Sebastian put his hand on her shoulder and asked as calmly as he could, “Are you alright?”
Maya heard him coming, felt him approaching and let him put his hand to her shoulder. She didn't jump, but it was a very near thing. Maya wanted to fold into herself and disappear. Temporarily. Not forever.
One thing at a time.
She held up the indicator over her shoulder and waited for her husband to take hold of it. As soon as he had, it was a like a weight was off her shoulders. This wasn't hers alone. But it wasn't fair that it was all happening all at once either. And she couldn't help but feel like this was all her fault. She had asked for them to take on Jude, she hadn't been able to stop him, neither of them had been able to find him.
Maya was just so tired.
"I'm sorry, I know we talked about kids and decided that... things weren't right. The time or danger level or... please don't be mad me?"
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 5, 2011 22:06:30 GMT -6
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He stared at the little plastic thing Maya had handed him. It looked a little like the electric thermometer she used to see if she had a high temperature. This one, though, didn't have the same numbers and buttons and indicator screens. Just two little lines. He was at a complete loss as to what it was or shy she was handing it to him.
“Uh,” he started, unsure of what to say, but she filled him in. In partial sentences she stammered about kids and dangerous situations and not being mad. Ah. He understood now: she thought he was mad at her because they had adopted Jude and then let him put himself into such a dangerous situation. That, and she looked exhausted. Understandably so.
It was impossible to stay angry when Maya was looking so dejected. It was almost an automatic response for him to switch right into comforting mode.
“It's not your fault; we are both responsible. We can deal with this. After all we've dealt with worse,” a runaway child was terrible, but it wasn't a torture camp or guts spilling on the pavement. Jude's note meant that he was safe, for now. They just had to find him soon enough to talk sense into him so he could stay that way.
Sebastian patted her shoulder comfortingly, “And I'm not mad at you. It's just... the whole situation,” he waved the plastic thingy she had handed him to indicate the whole situation, the whole world that seemed to be conspiring against them.
It was really okay? Maya gave his stubbly chin a quick kiss to distract herself from the first prickle of hot tears. She nodded and then shook her head. Yes, of course it took both of them to be responsible, as he put it, but she still felt like he wasn't grasping the complexity of the situation.
Cue babbling.
"Are you sure you're not mad at me? I was just so worried with my fading and Dad wouldn't have anybody and I just couldn't bear the thought of you forgetting me and me never getting to have a child and that no one else would be left in the world who could pass on our name, my name. I don't want my family to end with me."
But of course none of that mattered to him like it would to her. He already had a legacy. He had wives before her, children before this one, generations of family to prove that he had existed.
Maya needed to sit down.
Her timing was the worst. Jude was out there somewhere and she felt like she was betraying him, like she had tried to replace him while he was gone or something. The gravity of the whole situation weighed on her. On top of all that was the fear. Fear that Jude was hurt or gone. Fear that she had done the wrong thing, the selfish thing. Fear thatch would mess this up. She was already dooming a child to a most of a life without a mother and already not doing the best job of taking care of herself or it… him… maybe her?
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 6, 2011 19:38:41 GMT -6
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“Of course I'm not mad at you.” It was hard to be mad at all, with someone kissing your chin like that. He pulled her into his arms for a hug, even while she was still talking.
By the time he let her go again, he was somewhat confused. Either she was so tired she wasn't making any sense... or he was so tired he couldn't decipher something that was perfectly sensible. Even so, he tried to respond all the points she made.
“First of all, I have not given up that we can keep you from fading somehow. There is still plenty of time left for us to find a way to keep you from disappearing. Second, Jude is safe and even if he is adopted he's still part of our family. Third, I won't forget you. Even in a thousand years I'll still remember you and miss you. No matter how long you live, you don't forget the ones you love.”
When he let her go, she was looking pale.
“Are you feeling alright? You didn't finish your breakfast...” Maybe that was what the plastic thing was, some new sort of illness gauge like her thermometer. Sebastian set it on the bathroom counter, then slipped his hand into hers. There was no tingle of cold that would indicate she had come down with something, but then again, Maya was the one person he had met whose immune system somehow still insisted on making her ill no matter what ministrations Sebastian provided naturally just by being around.
If she didn't fade, then their child could have a mother. She had already written off the idea and given up on more than ten years of life left. Now she had a reason to not just want more, but need more. It was a really unselfish reason... if she discounted the fact that she wanted a child of her own for rather selfish reasons in the first place.
No... she didn't finish her breakfast. It was probably important for her to finish things like breakfast now that she was pregnant. "You didn't eat much either..."
But it would have been better if she could have stayed folded into his arms where he was not mad at her.
"Sebastian?" She snuggled closer. "Do you want a boy or a girl?"
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 7, 2011 19:51:28 GMT -6
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“Maybe we should go finish so we can keep up our energy,” they needed it for all the searching they needed to do.
They should, and yet neither of them moved. It was nice to just have a quiet moment to....
Wait.
What?!
Sebastian's hand froze mid-pat on his wife's back. Boy or girl. That was a question that was only asked in one context. Except they weren't talking about that, they were talking about breakfast. And before that, Jude. And before that I-hope-you're-not-mad-at-me. And before that she had handed him the little plastic thingy.
Somewhere along the line he had missed something.
“Umm.” Stalling. Stalling for time while his brain caught up. Had she said earlier and he hadn't heard? Was there some new cultural signal to approach this topic that he had not understood? Maybe the plastic thing was some sort of message.
Out of time, he blurted out the only right answer to that kind of question, “I don't have a preference.” And this was so out of the blue! And the timing, with Jude being gone and the clinic closed for business... no wonder she had been worried about his reaction, which, since he hadn't known what she was talking about had been completely insensitive. And...
He patted her back again, “How about you?” ...and, yeah. He reached back for the plastic thing on the counter and looked at it again over her shoulder. White plastic, two windows, two lines. Could something this simple looking really tell you something like that? Even the thermometer looked more complicated and told you something so much simpler. Imagine that two lines could change your life that much in so short a time.
He stiffened around her. Had she asked something weird? Sebastian had an answer —well, a non-answer— but it was enough to ease her anxiousness that she might have crossed some line. "Surely you must have some preference. Isn't one easier or harder to deal with? Like girls bringing home boys that you mistrust or boys getting into fights..." or running away ...or something?"
She pulled back to look at Sebastian, who in turn looked a little lost.
"Maybe... a boy? Of course, I would love a girl too, but boys seem like a lot less nonsense." Sebastian had recommended they finish breakfast and, though she would have rather gone back to bed, Maya pulled her lost unicorn-man back toward the kitchen.
"Were you born with white hair?" The odds of their child being a mutant were high since both of them were, right? Wasn't that how it worked? "Mine was brown... originally." She sat at her plate of cold eggs and pushed them around her plate with her fork.
He really didn't seem to be mad at her. More... shell shocked. Maya could deal with shell shocked.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 10, 2011 15:11:53 GMT -6
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He was still feeling a little dazed, but not to dazed to answer Maya's questions.
“They each have their own challenges. Boys always seem to get into more trouble, but with girls they can get into trouble without you ever realizing it.” They really could. It could make a parent very paranoid. At very least when boys got into something, you knew it.
That didn't mean he didn't like girls. They could also be sweet, sensitive, cuddly, and full of surprises.
He let his wife lead him back to the kitchen. He pulled out a chair for her, then went back to the refrigerator to see what other breakfast options were available besides old cantaloupe and cold eggs. Butter, eggs, some milk that was going a little sour, and he was pretty sure there was flour in the cupboard.
“Pancakes?” He asked, peeking over the door of the fridge at Maya.
He rustled around in the cupboards for a pan. They did need to find Jude, but taking a little time for breakfast would probably help them keep up their energy for a little longer than if they ran out with only two bites of old cantaloupe in their stomachs. The shock was wearing off, and his anger from earlier officially burnt out. He would be tired, but for some reason was starting to feel energized and maybe a little excited, which felt wrong when he felt like worry was the only emotion he should have right now. He couldn't help it, though.
“I have always had white hair, and a tail, too. I didn't start with a horn, though, it started growing when I was about five.”
When Ghost mentioned brown hair he peeked back at her and squinted his eyes. It was hard to imagine her with any color other than white, but not impossible.
She saw his horn poking above the refrigerator door before his eyes ever got over the top edge of it. Pancakes sounded just about wonderful right now. Maya nodded enthusiastically while he was looking and yawned heartily once he had gone back to his fridge diving.
"What about names? Do you have any good ones tucked away?" He really wasn't mad at her. Shouldn't he have been mad at her? Maya scrubbed her eyes.
"I cut my hair short when it started coming in white so it wouldn't look weird and I kind of like it now. I had it, down to here-ish through most of school." She waited for when Sebastian glanced her way before indicating her mid back. She had cut off over a foot of hair.
The syrup, she fetched from the pantry before he could fuss at her for helping.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 10, 2011 17:28:09 GMT -6
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“I can probably only come up with really old fashioned sounding ones,” the eggs went into the bowl, then butter. Sebastian used a wire whisk to get the lumps out, while it took a little longer that with a new fangled fancy mixing machine, he didn't have to worry about having to regrow any fingers this way.
“Are there any family names you would want to use? Maybe something like Jasper Alan...”
Of course it could be a girl, too.
Sebastian raised his eyebrow at her furtive sneaking to get the syrup, then flicked water at the pan. It was almost hot enough, but not quite. He tested the consistency of the batter, lifting the whisk and watching the drips. A little more milk... and perfect.
“Maybe Jude will want to help us pick a name.” When they found him again, that was. It might help him feel like part of the family again.