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.
In the school's library, Katrina sorted through a mountain of brochures she'd gotten in the mail. And one package. She was saving that until last. She sorted them into piles: yes, maybe, and hells-to-the-no.
NYU, maybe. Juliard, maybe. Harvard, probably a no. Wellesley, maybe. Except, wait, all girls? Hells-to-the.
She paused on a brochure that had an airplane on the front. The United States Air Force Academy. Huh.
It was kind of far away, but that might be alright. She could always fly home again to visit as often as she wanted. After all, it would take someone less than an hour to come pick her up in the Blackbird.
She rolled her chair back toward the glow of the computer screen and wiggled the mouse to wake it up again. She typed in the name of the school and did a quick search.
It looked amazing. They had flight training, and parachuting courses, they were well known for their excellent academics programs, there were scholarships available. She kept reading, and the more she read, the more interested she became. This place sounded like a dream, except better for being real.
She clicked the link that lead to admission requirements. Wait. What? She read again. Really?
The school required not only rigorous academic and leadership preparation... but physical, too? Well. It was a military school, she supposed. It would have to be kind of like boot camp. There was even a physical test they had to pass each semester. Crazy.
Katrina started making a list of all the things she needed to do to prepare. Grades: she could handle that. Varsity sport, preferably be the captain of it: did the mansion even have any teams? Maybe it was about time they started one. Get a letter of recommendation from a senator: it wasn't like she didn't know any, but there was one in particular that she hoped would write it for her. It was a long shot, but maybe her dad would finally forgive her for being a mutant, at least long enough to write a letter on her behalf. Two years of foreign language: they wanted actual classes, right? She had some real life experience with Serbian and had vague memories of learning Chinese in a dream, which probably didn't count.
She surveyed her list. It was do-able. Even with a little saving the world on the side, probably. She hoped. It was a good thing she still had two years of school to accomplish it all.
College shopping completed, Katrina dumped a whole armful of hells-to-the-noes in the library's recycling bin. She was left with the air force brochure and a couple of back ups, just in case.
All that was left was math homework and her mystery package, which was decorated with hearts and foreign postage. She'd save the math homework for later, when she was meeting up with Slate. Not that she needed an excuse to meet up with him, but it was better to have one, she felt like, in case any moms or nosey tigers asked about it.
She borrowed a letter opener off the librarian's desk to help her deal with the packaging tape.
There was a tiara inside. A real tiara, from the looks of it, and from the description in the letter from the Duke of Luxembourg.
She blinked. The duke of...
A metaphorical light bulb went on above her head, and once again she scooted to the computer. This time she went to facebook for the first time in ages. She had about a million requests, including a friend request from one Charles Auditore IV.
Her to-do list was somewhat daunting, and in order to accomplish some of the things on it she needed help. There was one person at the mansion whose job it was to help with those sorts of things: the school counselor.
Katrina hadn't been to the counseling office in ages. Not since right after the horrifying incident in the sewers. It had been possibly the least productive hour of her life. The red haired lady, Raina, had been acting really strangely, and when she found out Katrina didn't want to talk about anything anyway, she hadn't even tried to coax anything out of her. Not that the blonde teen thought that talking would have helped anyway. She had needed time and the distraction of friends to help her heal from those mental wounds. Talking to counselors... not so much in the way of helpful.
When it came to college entrance advice, though, that's what counselors were for. They even had a new one these days, so she didn't have to worry about any silly follow up questions as to how she was doing since that.
Katrina marched straight from the library with her armful of college brochures and her dukeling's package tucked under her arm and knocked on the door frame of the counseling office.
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It was that time of the year.
Counseling hours tend to get more and more busy as the holidays approach; especially so in boarding schools, especially so with runaway kids, especially so with mutants. And all of those together.
Gemma was sitting back in her office, warming her hands on a mug of tea, catching a five-minute break between weeping and sulking teenagers. She could do this. She was good at this. And in the end, she was helping these kids, and that felt nice. That didn't mean she was not exhausted. She wanted a hot bath and a good night's sleep. Preferably at Jorge's place. But the day was still far from over...
... and someone was knocking on her door.
"Come in!" she called out, setting the mug down onto the desk.
Katrina cut right to the chase. She dumped the (somewhat smaller than earlier in the day) pile of college brochures onto the counselor lady's desk, then carefully set the little brown box with hearts and stamps all over it on the corner farthest away from the owner of the desk where it would be out of the way. She fished her way though the fliers and pulled out the one for the air force academy to show to her.
“I want to go here, but there are tons of requirements. I need to change my schedule and join a sports team and make sure my grades are good enough and sign up for the ACT and the SAT and there's no way I'll ever be able to afford it, but I really want to go. Can you help?”
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Nov 13, 2011 12:11:32 GMT -6
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Gemma arched an eyebrow when a pile of brochures got dumped on the already insane amount of paperwork that took up most of her desk. Well, at least the girl was not weeping. Yet.
>>“I want to go here, but there are tons of requirements. I need to change my schedule and join a sports team and make sure my grades are good enough and sign up for the ACT and the SAT and there's no way I'll ever be able to afford it, but I really want to go. Can you help?”
Now, there was a young lady who knew what she wanted. Excellent. With a small smile, Gemma offered a hand.
"Hi. My name is Gemma Taylor, and I am the new guidance counselor."
Relatively new, that is. She has been here for a year, after all, and she had yet to meet everyone in person.
“Katrina Dumonde, 11th grade this year. I'm the invisibility girl.” There, no need to check the file, the little illusionist had already told her everything that would be in there. No need to go searching through it for any other past issues or anything.
She did shake the lady's hand, because in a mutant school, at the very least, the people who worked there should know whether or not it is safe for them to shake the student's hands. If the lady was going to explode on contact or make her turn into jelly, she wouldn't be offering.
“So.” Mrs. or Miss, she wasn't sure which to use. Also, first or last name? She'd go with first, since if teachers wanted their last name used, that was usually all they gave out. “Ms. Gemma. I've made a list...” Now where had it gone?
She dug through the pile again, sifting through brochures, looking for the white paper with lines on it. Aha! She grabbed it... but it started out “Dear Katrina Dumonde of America.” That was not the one she was looking for. Maybe she'd shoved the list back into the box where the letter was supposed to be? She let the letter float back down to sit on top of the brochures while she grabbed for the box from the duke.
Katrina flipped open the lid of the heart covered cardboard box and retrieved her list.
“Aha! See?”
It outlined all the things that she needed to get into the Academy. All the things she didn't have.
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>>“Katrina Dumonde, 11th grade this year. I'm the invisibility girl.”
Gemma nodded. She remembered hearing about her before. She probably read her file too at some point. She'll need to look that up. For now, she just paid attention to the girl herself.
>>“So. Ms. Gemma. I've made a list... Aha! See?”
So. Many. Brochures. At least she did find what she was looking for.
"Why don't you take a seat?" she nodded with a smile, taking the list and the brochure.
"Air Force Academy" she read with a smile, and arched an eyebrow "Now that's unusal. Do you want to tell me why you would like to go there?"
She looked like a smart girl. Young lady. With a very unusaly career choice. Gemma was all kinds of interested.
Oh. She had forgotten to mention X-jet pilot in her list of qualifications. But didn't all the mansion teachers know that already? Didn't they ever have staff meetings any more? Maybe they did, but they were all about saving the world and not about the students at the school.
“Well. I really like airplanes. I've had my license for two years, my pilot's license, that is. Also, I went to Egypt recently and took a side trip to the Serbian air force base. The original one. Did you know it was one of the first air forces in the world?” And all the original air force pilots were really cool. And hot. And some of the modern day ones probably would be, too, if history repeated itself. Not that she was looking for anyone right now, but this was the future they were talking about.
“And this school has taught me the value of defending innocents, so I thought, what better way to do that then to help defend our country? Except I really am terrible at actually fighting anyone or anything, but I am good with planes.”
She had just come up with that, somewhere between the library and this office, but now that she had said it she knew it was absolutely the truth; it was the reason that the brochure had seemed to call to her.
Katrina took the seat that was offered to her.
“The thing is, its going to be really really hard to get in. There's all this stuff I gotta do, and I don't know if I'll be able to do it all.”
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Nov 14, 2011 11:57:12 GMT -6
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>>“Well. I really like airplanes. I've had my license for two years, my pilot's license, that is. Also, I went to Egypt recently and took a side trip to the Serbian air force base. The original one. Did you know it was one of the first air forces in the world?”
Gemma arched an eyebrow. Talk about an unusual hobby for a girl. But she did have a pilot's license (she'll need to talk to Sam about that, whenever he decided to show up in the school he was supposed to be running), and she did seem to know what she was taking about. Also, Egypt? Serbia?...
>>“And this school has taught me the value of defending innocents, so I thought, what better way to do that then to help defend our country? Except I really am terrible at actually fighting anyone or anything, but I am good with planes.”
Now that sounded... true. But at the same time, made Gemma think about talking to Sam again. They needed to have a nice, long, serious conversation about the X-men. Among other things.
>>“The thing is, its going to be really really hard to get in. There's all this stuff I gotta do, and I don't know if I'll be able to do it all.”
"All right, let me see" she smiled, taking the list and looking at it. It was a long list. Long. Gemma hmm'ed and nodded, reading it. "Well" she looked up finally "You are not choosing an easy career path I can tell you that. But I think it can be done. First of all, let me look at your records..."
They should have the grades of their students in the system somewhere. Gemma was good at finding that. Typing away on her computer's keyboard, she glanced up again.
Katrina made a face about her grades. They weren't terrible, but they weren't stellar either. Math especially was all over the board, closely correlated to how much time she had spent that year with her favorite math tutor. She'd probably have to pull straight A's or A minuses to get the GPA the Academy was asking for, or was it class ranking? She'd probably be better at that. The other members of her class were Calley (unless he got held back again), Carrick, Liz, a very small handful of others. Luckily, Koga would graduate a year before her. He was the top 25% of the class all by himself.
“I didn't know I needed foreign languages until now. Is it possible to start right away? I already know a little Serbian, and Chinese is interesting, too. Do we have a teacher that teaches those? I was also thinking,” Katrina did a muscle pose, “I'll need some kind of gym class. Like, conditioning, or whatever they call it to get you really really into shape. 'Cause I don't even think I can run a mile. Also, I need science. How many classes can I take at once again?”
Then Ms. Gemma asked a question Katrina did not expect. Was she an X-trainee?
“Uh. I'm an X-kid. I wasn't old enough until my sixteenth birthday, which wasn't that long ago. I haven't heard about any tryouts since then. Except now I'm seventeen, so I might be old enough for the regular X-men. Do you think that counts as something that would qualify as 'leadership training' or do they want something more like being captain of a sports team or something? Do we even have any sports teams at the mansion?”
So far this new counselor was a lot more helpful than the last one.
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>>“I didn't know I needed foreign languages until now. Is it possible to start right away? I already know a little Serbian, and Chinese is interesting, too. Do we have a teacher that teaches those? I was also thinking, I'll need some kind of gym class. Like, conditioning, or whatever they call it to get you really really into shape. 'Cause I don't even think I can run a mile. Also, I need science. How many classes can I take at once again?”
Wow. That was a lot of questions. Gemma nodded, and marked some things on the list, trying to keep track of everything that needed to be done. She really repsected Katrina and other girls her age for dealing with all this. She was here to help, but she couldn't do all the work for her... teenagers were at a difficult age to begin with, not to mention all the challenges of getting into college. Or... air force academy.
>>“Uh. I'm an X-kid. I wasn't old enough until my sixteenth birthday, which wasn't that long ago. I haven't heard about any tryouts since then. Except now I'm seventeen, so I might be old enough for the regular X-men. Do you think that counts as something that would qualify as 'leadership training' or do they want something more like being captain of a sports team or something? Do we even have any sports teams at the mansion?”
"All right, all right" she laughed. Katrina really did her research. Now it was time to take it slow and make sure nothing was left out.
"First of all. Conditioning" she smirked "You need to talk to Sam about that. I suspect he would be only too happy to make you work until you can run many miles without breaking a sweat. That's why I asked if you are on the X-team. If nothing else, they are all in great shape."
Physically. She needed to talk to the mirrorwalker about academics...
"Being on the X-team... well, that could go both ways. I bet that even inside the academy not everyone sees them in a favorable light. We'll need to do some research on that before you put that on your resumé. I'll ask around."
Another mark on the paper.
"Languages. I don't think that will be a problem, we have a great teacher, and you can pick virtually any language with him." she smirked "But make sure you choose something that's doable in the time you have got, with all the other things you will be doing. Chinese might take up a lot of your time... Serbian is your choice. Although I would be interested in knowing why." she smiled at Katrina. She really was an interesting young woman.
The counselor promised to ask about what the academy thought about the X-men. It would be useful to know that before she decided to join or not join the team. She nodded about the recommendation that she go see Sam. He's probably be delighted to condition her into some kind of running, jumping, swimming, biking, pull-up, push up, muscle machine. She had already been thinking about asking him.
“I'll just do Serbian, then. I don't want to get so overloaded that I can't do the homework for all the classes I'm in.” This counselor lady was smart.
“I'm picking Serbian because I was there for awhile, and I already picked up a few things, so it would be easiest to go with something I already know a bit about, I figure.” She downplayed the exact amount of time she had been there. Talking about her added year and how that psychologically affected her was not why she was here today. If she was going to talk to anyone about something like that it would be a friend, not a stranger. As cool as Ms. Gemma was, she was still that, a stranger.
“The other thing, do you think that we could start a sports team at the mansion? I thought maybe ultimate frisbee, since it lets both boys and girls play. Except we'd need a coach and somehow we'd have to convince the other teams that we weren't using our powers to cheat otherwise no school would ever play us...”
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Nov 19, 2011 16:40:31 GMT -6
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>>“I'll just do Serbian, then. I don't want to get so overloaded that I can't do the homework for all the classes I'm in... I'm picking Serbian because I was there for awhile, and I already picked up a few things, so it would be easiest to go with something I already know a bit about, I figure.”
She nodded. "That's smart. It's also something not many people speak, that can be an advantage. Let me know how it goes." she smiled. Serbian, huh. She wondered how Katrina came across all that. She'll find out later. For now, back to business.
>>“The other thing, do you think that we could start a sports team at the mansion? I thought maybe ultimate frisbee, since it lets both boys and girls play. Except we'd need a coach and somehow we'd have to convince the other teams that we weren't using our powers to cheat otherwise no school would ever play us...”
Gemma's eyes sparked with a smile.
"I believe that is a very good idea" she nodded "Kids need to do sports, and a team would do a world of good to this school. We have too many students wandering around in the afternoons really having nothing to do. How would you feel about organizing this team? As for coaching... well, I can help you with that. Used to coach high school sport teams, a long time ago..." she chuckled "Having an adapted as a coach, that would let people know powers are off limits. How does that sound?"
Katrina grinned, “I'm good at organizing.” After organizing a whole pokémon tournament, getting together enough people for a sports team would be no problem. She could already think of a few people that would be excellent additions.
“Having you as a coach would be excellent. Just... what's an Adapted?” She had never heard of one before.