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.
Alister, now without pain, was free to glare. And sass back. “It wouldn't have helped much in this case would it have? Besides, how many of you can there be? Do you guys have, like, a Shriner's club where you all hang out and talk about the good ol' days or something?”
Eros gave Alister a stern look. Usually that was enough to shut the oracle up. Today it only worked for a minute.
“Is it supposed to do that?” Alister looked concerned about the fact that the man had poured some kind of acid on his leg and it was now bubbling. If he could feel his leg at all, he was certain that would be hurting like the dickens.
Off in the distance, sirens pierced the air, growing louder by the second until they woooed to a halt right outside the shop and faded to nothing.
The paramedics took one look at the situation and rushed right ever to Alister's side. Katrina had to move, which broke her concentration. Alister's pain face came back, but the paramedics assured him that they had everything taken care of.
Before heading into the ambulance to ride with Alister, Eros turned to shake the immortal's hand.
“Thank you for all your help.”
Then, they were gone, leaving a crowd of children standing around with their immortal customer in the center. Most of the children lost interest fairly quickly and went back to playing their board game. Katrina, who had been working, wasn't terribly anxious to go back to it just yet. She had already climbed up and down the small step ladder about a million times by now. Also, it seemed rude to just leave their guest standing in the front room.
The little illusionist shuffled a step closer.
“Uh, sorry about all the construction. We're usually a lot cleaner than this. Slightly less hectic, too. I'm Katrina by the way. Did you you get all your questions answered, or was Alister too, uh, unjured to be helpful?”
"I'll have to look into that." Paul replied with a slight grin as he finished cleaning the wound, "Although I expect it would be more like Fraternal Order of Immortals or something like that. Maybe we could have trivia games about who knew more about history." It was good to see that the young man could have a sense of humor during a painful injury though thanks to his fellow mutant the Oracle seemed to be pain free at the moment.
The question about the reaction of the Hydrogen Peroxide didn't really need an answer and so Paul let is slip by. The bubbling action was normal though to someone inexperienced with first aid it probably did look a little odd. Thankfully the Oracle only had to deal with an inexperienced paramedic for a few more minutes and then the real professionals shows up. The next thing Paul knew the young man was being whisked off by the paramedics, Eros was shaking his hand and thanking him, and he was being left alone with a crowd of children. No one seemed interested in actually speaking with him until the blond pain manipulator decided to speak with him.
"Nice to meet you Katrina." Paul replied with a slight smile and an offered hand, "I'm Paul. And as for your other question yes, I got all my questions answered for the most part. Unfortunately my immortality as he called it made the vision go kind of crazy and he had to stab himself with a fork to get us out of it."
Pausing, he took a moment to look over the shop around them. The place was active with remodeling activities and there was one very obvious question that needed to be asked. "What happened here? How did things get so torn up?"
Katrina winced at the recollection of Alister's injuries. It sounded and looked like it had been horribly unpleasant.
“Yeah, sorry. I'll remind him about the business cards.” Four years ago she would never have believed in immortals, now she had met three. Really it was amazing that they didn't all know each other. Though, the world was big, maybe they had just never been in the same places at the same times.
“I suppose it kind of makes sense, you know? Immortals must have a lot more of a future than normal people, I could see how it could get overwhelming to try and sort through it all.” She shrugged. “Did you find out anything interesting? Have you already made up your mind to try and change some of the things you saw?”
It was interesting to her how people coped with knowing the future. Katrina coped by not looking into it at all. She'd had plenty of a taste of the future in the past. It was a future that never would be, at least, most of the parts would never be. She hoped that some of them might come true. She didn't want to spy on anything else, since it was always changing any way. She didn't want to get her hopes up for anything and then be disappointed. Like, what would happen if she found out she couldn't go to the Air Force Academy? Then she wouldn't try as hard, and then she wouldn't get in for sure. Take that, self fulfilling prophecies.
“Oh, here? We sorta had a break in. Luckily, no one was here at the time.” So, yeah, sometimes it was useful to know some things, but it was best to not know too much. “We still aren't sure why they did it though. They didn't take anything, just broke stuff.”
“You don't have to answer if it's private, but how can you be an immortal and not know it? Does your power affect your memories or something? How long have you been alive? Do you remember...” Katirna's mind went far away, remembering days from another century. “Were you alive before the Great War?”
"There were a few interesting things and yeah, I've made up my mind to change some of them but most I'm not all that concerned with. I got to see myself die three or four more times but I'm already used to that. My real question was answered but at the same time it wasn't." Paul replied with the slightest chuckle at the end. Sure, the vision had shown him that he would find the uniting personality he had been searching for but it hadn't shown the persons face. He had seen that it would be a female but beyond that he knew nothing. It was possible that it was Lori as he was beginning to suspect but on the other hand it could be this Katrina that now stood before him. It didn't really matter who it might be what did matter was that Paul now had the hope that he would eventually find what he was looking for.
The fact that the shop had suffered a break in was interesting and the fact that no one had been there during the assault was even more interesting. Apparently the young man had been able to protect his friends by getting them away during the proceedings or perhaps it had just been pure chance. That of course left the question as to whether it had been done by some drugged up teens or if whoever had caused the damage had been actually looking for something.
"I'm still not completely sure that I am immortal." Paul replied slowly trying to decide about exactly how much he was willing to share. Katrina seemed to be a very open and honest person but how much of what he told her would she want to pass on to the Oracle or someone else he had never even met? "I resurrect from death but yet I age, albeit in a way very different than most. I guess I always thought that immortality meant eternal youth not just a slowing of the aging process."
The next questions were interesting and were the type that sent Paul hurtling through the past into memories of a time years before. "It depends on which Great War your talking about. I was born before World War II and so I experienced that great war as well as the conflict between France and Algeria. Thankfully I avoided Vietnam... I had seen enough war."
Three or four more times? Katrina tilted her head curiously. What kind of mutation allowed you to die several times and yet come back again and again? Obviously one that made you “immortal” in Alister's eyes.
The immortal Paul continued his description of immortality. One where he still aged, even though he could defeat death.
“Maybe immortality effects everyone differently.” Hunter had seemed like the type to be forever young. Sebastian could shift his age. Katrina had seen him at the mansion once reading the morning paper with a beard longer than Gandolf's. Later the same day, back to his usual 20-ish something.
“Maybe immortality doesn't have to mean forever, either. It could just be like elves or other races that live a really really long time.”
As for which war she was talking about, “I meant the first one. I was just wondering...” if he knew anyone that she had known. But that was silly. Just because he might have lived in the right century didn't mean that he necessarily knew every one that had lived at the same time he did.
“So, you're a fairly young immortal then.” Less than a century, even. She could see why he wasn't even sure if he counted. “I don't think it makes you any less immortal, though. If you can't be killed...or rather can't be killed permanently, that means you're immortal. Probably.” Glad she could clear that up. Brush dust off hands.
“It might even be the best kind of being immortal. I'd imagine it would be nice to live a long time, but forever and ever is a really, really long time.” So many things would change. So many people you cared about would die. It was sad. No wonder Sebastian and Hunter were always so serious. Dying really wasn't a bad thing, as long as one didn't do it too soon.
Immortality effects everyone differently? It was an interesting though and one that Paul could ponder but what he believed was far simpler. Everyone he had met over the years that was a mutant had an ability that was relatively unique to them. There had been a few with common abilities, enhanced strength or speed especially, but for the most part everyone was different. Why shouldn't those that had a power that affected aging all be individuals as well?
"I suppose there are worse things than being elf like." He commented with a soft chuckle as she mentioned the idea of mythical beings and such, "Tolkien made them pretty awesome after all." It was an interesting thought and it was almost enough to distract him from her comment about the war. She had been talking about the World War I but there was something in her voice. A touch of wistfulness or longing perhaps? He couldn't be sure but something made him think that in some way, some how, that particular war was special to this young woman.
He waited patiently as she apparently came to her decision and made up her mind about his immortality. The way she talked though made it seem as though she actually knew about it. Did she know other immortals? Had she met others of his ilk?
"Does it hurt very much?"
The question hung in the air and for a few moment, Paul just looked at her. He had not expected that sort of question to come from someone as young as she but there it was. It was perhaps what people feared most about death... the unknown. "I suppose it depends on how you're dieing." Paul replied slowly, thinking back to the deaths he had experienced, "But as for the actual slipping away... no. It doesn't hurt at all." He could wax poetic and speak about how it was like a warm blanket rocking you to sleep but he didn't think it was fitting. Death was not someone to yearn for but it was a part of life as much as living was. "All the pain happens before. I suppose its the pain of the body fighting to live but in that moment when you finally succumb and the fight disappears, right then it all goes away and it's... peaceful."
So really, what he was saying was that it was only the staying alive part that was painful. Yeah. That was a morbid thought for a morbid line of questioning, which was her own fault.
“So...” Katrina shifted her feet and smoothed her skirt out, “you have good taste in books it sounds like! I bet you've read a lot of interesting ones over the years.”
Thinking about dying wasn't something she did terribly often. After all, she was only 17. Er, 16, legally, since the year living in the past probably didn't count. Normally she and her friends wouldn't be near to dying at all. Except when you fast forward 98 years, the people that you left behind are suddenly long gone. At least she still had Slate.
“Have you read any Anne Rice books?” If he liked fantasy, maybe he also liked vampire stories. Not that she was thinking about any vampires in particular. Not that Rice's idea of vampires was very accurate. Better than other author's ideas, though. Vampires didn't sparkle in the sunlight. She'd asked.
"With so much time, I've done my best to sample a wide variety of literature as well as music. Authors like Jack London, Agatha Christie, C.S. Lewis, Ian Fleming, George Orwell, and many others. While there have definitely been some that I enjoyed more than others I discovered that most books have at least something positive about them." Paul answered with an obvious touch of enthusiasm in his voice. Great literary works and great music were a passion that had been cultivated over years. He had also developed an appreciation for fine alcohol but that wasn't something he was going to discuss with a young female that was obviously under age. No, literature was a far safer subject.
Anne Rice? Paul paused for a moment, doing his best to remember. Since he was not always on top of current pop culture it was not a name that he recognized. And of course, the literary world was far to large for one person to know every single author ever published. Perhaps she was a writer from years before that he had simply never come across. "I don't recognize the name... although I'd guess since you asked me about her that you would highly recommend them." His tone remained warm as did the smile on his face. He was already taking a liking to this young woman, as a father might feel toward a child or a brother toward his sibling. She was articulate, attractive in her own way, and just seemed like a good person over all.
And now that he was beginning to get a gauge on her personality, Paul had one very important question that needed to be asked. Katrina had spoken of immortality as though it was something she knew about quite well. "May I ask you a question? Why do you seem to know so much about immortality? Do you know others that are immortal?"
Paul was a perceptive person. Perhaps it was a combination of reading between the lines in literature, and the experience of reading a lot of people throughout time.
“I've met two before today,” Katrina admitted. She tried to decide how much of their information she could safely give away without giving away all their secrets. Secrets, that if she told them, would permanently let a cat out of a bag. Secrets that could possibly have consequences centuries down the road. She had to be careful what she said.
“One was like a foster father to me during registration. His name was Hunter. The other is,” was, “the husband of someone I know,” knew. “Sebastian is his name.” There, now this immortal had just enough information to go find them and introduce himself. Though, hopefully, he wouldn't be helping to start the apocalypse or anything like that.
“I didn't believe at first that someone could be 400 years old or more, but he had all kinds proof. Like pictures of himself with the queen from when cameras were first invented. Antique violins, things like that.”
Katrina sat in the beat up chair opposite Paul and leaned back until she could comfortably look at his face again, “You know, if I had the choice to live forever, I'm not sure I'd take it,” she admitted. “It sounds a little lonely.”
“If you had a choice, would you give it all up for one normal life time, or keep things the way they are?”
Two? This young woman had met two other immortals? Apparently Katrina had a gifted existence whether she believed it or not. Few would ever meet an immortal in their life time and fewer still would know that the person they met had been immortal and yet this young woman had now met and realized the existence of three!
Listening closely, Paul recorded the names away in his memory to be looked into later. Neither the names Hunter or Sebastian gave a lot of information but maybe if he combed the streets and talked to a few contacts he could find something. He might even try asking Lori, she had been in the city a lot longer than he had, perhaps she had heard of at least one if not both of them. Surely if one of them had been around for 400 years and revealed it to this young woman it had been revealed to others as well.
"That's a hard question to answer." Paul replied after taking a moment to consider Katrina's question. "If I had lived a normal life I would have died at the age of 25 with all of my adult life having been spent experiencing the horror of war. However, if I had lived a normal live I could have skipped watching my best friend in all the world suffer and die from the ravages of cancer." At the last sentence, the slightest touch of emotion could still be heard in his voice. Pain, grief, or perhaps just longing was still evident whenever he thought about a blind woman named Ashley Sullivan. She had been able to see him for who he truly was. Not his outward appearance that she was blind to but the very breath of his soul that the rest of the world failed to see.
"The pain of knowing you can't escape from the loss of a loved one, even by choice is hard to handle but at the same time you have to wonder if its worse to have never known that sort of love." He spoke slowly and then smiled and shrugged ever so slightly. "I guess I can't even really answer that question. This is the gift and curse that I've been given and it's all I know."
“I'm sorry to hear about your friend,” Katrina's voice was quiet and sombre as she conveyed her condolences. It sounded like it was a long time ago, but that didn't mean it was any less saddening. In the dreams of the future she had lost someone like that, and even after years hadn't gotten over it, but it didn't make her regret the friendship.
If the choice was die early without ever having loved anyone... Katrina would definitely choose the love option. Which flipped her to the other side of the fence on the immortality issue.
“I think that however long you live, it's loving people that really makes it worth while,” whether that was family, friends, or that one special person with whom to share a pillow and dreams of the future. She wouldn't trade her loved ones for any preferential length of life span, especially not now that she had just gotten back to most of them.
“Do you have any dreams that you hope to someday accomplish?” An eternity was a long time, more than most people had to see their dreams become a reality. It was a somewhat unique opportunity.
Paul paused for a moment as he continued to contemplate Ashley. It was painful, as it had always been in the past, but for once the memories of their happiness outweighed the pain. Moments they had spent talking, smiling, laughing... for the first time they were the stronger memories. Yes they were still bitter sweet but the bitterness was fading leaving a much stronger tasting sweetness. Maybe he was finally growing past the hurt with a chance at a happy future.
"Love is the only thing that really matters in this world. It's worth any price to get and any price to keep." He said softly before forcefully filing away those emotions and memories to be looked at another day. Now was not the time or the place especially with such an engaging person to speak with.
And from one heavy topic to an equally weighty one, Paul found himself being asked a question he had never spoken about with another person. There were minor goals in his life that he wished to make happen but there was really only one dream.
For a few moments Paul was quiet as he simply sat and studied the young woman that was sitting across from him. Could she even understand the enormity of what he was looking for? Was it something that she could grasp or would it be beyond her years? There was no way to know for sure but he had learned long ago that he should never discount someone because of their age or the way they looked. People, especially mutants, had a way of surprising you.
"There are goals that I've set for myself though none of them are really important but there is one dream that I have. It was one of the reasons I made an appointment to see the Oracle. You see I'm looking for someone though I may have never met them or even heard their name. I guess you could say I'm looking for the idea of someone. The idea of a person that can unite people, mutant and human alike, toward a common ideal... a common goal. It may not happen now, it may not happen in a hundred years, I may even finally expire before it does happen but somehow I just know that person is out there somewhere in time. They may not exist now but eventually they will and I want to find them and help them."
She agreed that love was worth any price, almost. It depended. It was one of those things that was true, except for very extreme exceptions: ones that were so extreme Katrina couldn't even think of an example of when the price for having loved someone was too high. Maybe there weren't any. Maybe he was right, and this was a time when absolutes were absolutely true.
Katrina tilted her head, listening respectfully to Paul's explanation of his dream. She paused for a few moments after he was finished to let the idea turn over in her head.
It seemed like a pretty big role to fill. Uniting everyone in the whole world for one cause? Not an easy thing to do in one life time, or a hundred lifetimes in a row.
“Are you sure that the person you are looking for is not right in front of you when you look into a mirror? You've got all the time in the world, but even that might not be enough. You still might not ever find a person who meets such expectations. Why not become that person yourself?”
As she listened, she slipped her shoes off her feet and tucked them in between the chair cushion and the arm of the chair. Her toes stayed nice and warm that way. She liked talking to this Mr. Paul person. He had a different perspective on things and it seemed like he had spent a lot of time thinking about things like this before.
"Are you sure that the person you are looking for is not right in front of you when you look into a mirror?"
The young woman had a knack for cutting to the heart of the matter and asking thought provoking questions that perhaps you hadn't considered before. For a brief moment Paul considered the idea but just as quickly he rejected it. He had been through to much and seen to much to be that sort of uniting power.
"I'm not that special of a person. I have my own unique abilities, talents, and experiences of course but I'm not a person that immediately inspiring those around me. People may like the things I say and may value my opinion but to lead and bring people together like in my dreams will take someone extremely special." His voice was soft but firm and the faith and belief he had in his words was obvious from the tone of his voice. He was not a fanatic by any definition but he had developed that quiet faith that had been admired by so many over millenia.
Deciding to turn the conversation away from himself for a few moments, Paul decided to toss one of her own questions back at her. "But what about you Miss Katrina? Do you have any dreams for your future? You've met other immortals and are now connected to Alister so obviously you're a special young woman. What are you goals?" It was strange, but Paul found himself genuinely curious about what her answer might be. As thoughtful as she was when asking her own questions was she also as thoughtful about her own future?
That was the toughest part about asking tough questions: they always got turned back on the asker. Katrina pinched her lips together for a moment to think of how to phrase her answer.
“I want to go to college at the air force academy. I'll study politics and learn how to be a better pilot. Then I'll serve in the air force for a few years, to do my duty to protect the country, even though I don't like war or killing.”
One of the things she had come to realize in her year spent in Serbia, was that some things were worth fighting for: freedom, human rights, nationalism.
“Peace is ideal, of course, but sometimes it seems like bigger countries have a responsibility, too, to try and help make the world a better place.”
She wasn't going to be a lifer, though.
“After that, I'm not sure what I'll do. Maybe I'll go into politics. In the meantime, though, we're trying to save the world. Otherwise all those other things might be moot.”