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 Rupert Kelley on Dec 2, 2007 17:47:44 GMT -6
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Rupert thought he heard some chuckling behind him, but decided he was really better off not knowing.
Things began to go wrong from the moment Rupert opened the trap door. About three feet down was a head, moving upwards. It was large, grey-haired, and beginning to bald out from a patch directly on its crown. “Hey, Martin. Come to see if I’d plummeted to my death?” He asked jokingly, rather purposefully blocking the opening with his body. He put one hand behind his back, and made shooing motions at Ian. As long as the kid didn’t come any closer, and Martin didn’t climb up any further, the two shouldn’t be able to see each other.
A jovial face blinked up at him. “Oh! Rup. Well, the kids have been taking bets...” The youth director joked. “The TV is back up, but you were taking so long—”
Rupert grinned a slightly shameful grin. “Ever noticed how long the distance from that spire to the trap door is? I noticed it on the way back... Better slow and steady than served up like a pancake, right? Would you mind climbing down? I’m freezing up here.”
“Oh! Oh, yes, of course.” Speaking of slow and steady, the older man began to make his way back down. Crisis averted. As Rupert turned and began to climb down himself, he rolled his eyes, and mouthed the words ‘Wait here’.
It would be about fifteen minutes until he returned. Fifteen rather long minutes, in which he tried and failed to weasel his way out of pouring Kool-Aid into plastic cups, rounding up the kids from the rec room to the kitchen, and saying grace in front of a stack of graham crackers. He couldn’t even imagine how long fifteen minutes felt to someone alone on a rooftop. Especially since fifteen minutes was, technically, enough time to turn a mutant freak in several times over. Since he really couldn’t say that he didn’t think about it—a few times—he really, really hoped Ian didn’t ask him about that. He had passed a phone exactly twenty-seven times in that fifteen minutes.
He poked his head out through the trap door. “Coast is clear. Let’s get out of here, shall we?” He climbed back down. They were just walking down the hall away from the room the trap door let into when...
Ian silently thanked God that Rupert showed back up. He had lingered there for what seemed like eternity. But the police cras and robots hadn't showed up yet so he assumed he was still good. Everything was going well now to seeing as how they were making their way down the hallway when suddenly.
"Well Rupert who's this I don't think we've been introduced."
An older mand was walking down the hallway towards them beaming like a lighthouse and crushing Ian's hopes like a anvil. Ian looked at Rupert and then decided to handle this his way.
"Hello sir my name is Ian and I just moved here recently from out of town and well I heard there were youth groups meeting here so I figured I'd come to meet them."
The man laughed and stuck his hand out to shake Ian's. Ian took the hand and shook it trying desperately not to tremble. The man released his hand and the beamed down at him with what he guessed was a youth pastor smile.
"Well why don't you come on down then?"
Uh-oh Ian had forgot to get his way out of that. He had to think and to think fast scrounging up every fabric of his imagination he suddenly thought of a rather lame exscucse.
"Well sir I would but my mom is kinda absent minded and she forgot to turn the driver off when she left and being a little paranoid, I mentioned that she was paranoid right, she wants me to run home and turn it off and I live a couple blocks away. I had to take the subway just to get here."
The old man frowned and Ian didn't think he was going to buy it but he nodded his head and turned around to leave. Score one for the wing man he thought to himself as they turned to walk further down the hallway. Progress was good up until the reached they door where...
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Dec 3, 2007 0:00:48 GMT -6
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((ooc: A favor returned—? Nooooo!)
Rupert nearly had a heart attack when the youth director joined them. Surprisingly, though, Ian handled it rather well. It took Rupert a long moment to realize why that surprised him: it was because the kid was a mutant. Not just any mutant, either—one who was obviously a mutant, if you just looked under that trench coat of his. Here he was, standing next to Ian’s side, knowing what the kid was. Yet there was the youth director, entirely unaware. That just felt... unsettling. Mutie freaks should not be able to fit in with humans so easily. They should not be able to hold normal conversations, they should not be able to lie as easily (and as lamely) as normal teenagers, and they should not talk about mothers and subways as if they fit as easily into that world as true humans did. Rupert’s skin began to crawl, where his arm was close to the kid’s. That slightly smug air of a lie well told that surrounded the dark haired boy seemed too normal, as well. It was hard to swallow the fact that he wasn’t human. He wasn’t, though—Rupert might be willing to help the freaks, but he could still clearly see the line in the sand. Humans were one thing. Mutants were another. He’d be very happy when they had made it to his apartment, and the kid could take off his coat and start looking like what he was again. The wings were not nearly as unsettling as this... this... ‘human teenager’ act.
Well, at least the youth director was off their scent, and they were making progress down the hall. It wouldn’t be long until they passed the sanctuary, and then it was a clear shot out a side door and into the parking lot. They were just passing the side doors into the sanctuary, when they burst open, and an enthusiastic ball of pure energy in a blue velvet dress with a silver bow wrapped itself around his waist. “Mr. Kelley! Hi! Hi hi hi!”
Rupert patted the eight-year-old’s head. “Hello, Martina. Who gave you sugar?”
“You did! You put it in the Kool Aid and then I drank three cups and now I can’t stop talking and Pastor Darren told me to go for a walk around the building and come back when I could sit-still-for-five-seconds-striaght-because-I-was-distracting-BillybecausehewaspullingonmybowandthenIhithimbutit’sokaybecausehesmellsbadanyway—”
The little girl stopped for breath, gulping in air like a guppy. It’s then that she noticed Ian. “Hello!” Rupert caught her by the bow as she lunged at the teen. There would be no wrap-around hugs for the boy with the concealed wings.
“Martina, what do we say when we met new people?” Rupert asked the girl.
She stood still for a moment before turning to him, and intoning solemnly: “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”
“Right. Well.” Rupert used his free hand to motion at Wings. His other hand stayed on the bow on the back of her dress, effectively using it as a leash. “This is Ian. He’s thinking of joining our congregation. Ian, this is—”
“Martina Marie Rosemary Marshall!” She interrupted. Loudly. A blush crept up her face. “Hi,” she said, a little more quietly. “I’m not supposed to have sugar,” she confided.
Ian laughed and shook his head. That much was painfully obvious. Sugar and this girl seemed to mix as well as nuclear and explosion. Which definetely was not good. Normally Ian would think this display innocent and rather amusing but right now she was a wall between him and freedom.
"Hi my names Ian, Martina. Thats a very lovely name you got there as well."
The girl blushed and smilied up at Ian who tried to keep his impatientce from being seen. As much of a thorn this girl was being right now she was innoncent and Ian was not about to vent anger on a innocent girl. But the fact still remained that he needed to get out of here and the only way was through her. He eyed Rupert looking for ideas but then suddenly remembered his excuse for the youth pastor.
"Wow I would love to stick around and get to know everyone better but you know I still have to get home and turn that wash, I mean dryer off. Weren't you going to drive me Mr. Rupert?"
Ian gave a slight wink to indicate that he was trying to get out of here nice and smoothly and could only hope that Rupert would pull through and get them out of there.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Dec 3, 2007 16:24:41 GMT -6
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The dryer. Honestly, why had Ian picked the dryer? ‘Stove’ was so much more traditional, and believable. Everyone ran home to shut off a stove. Only very special people ran home to shut off a ‘wash, I mean dryer’. Granted that Wings had been making things up on the fly—no pun intended—but still. The dryer.
Rupert smiled at the kid’s wink. “That’s right. Martina—how would you like to go tell Pastor Darren that I’m ducking out for a bit? Run, run!” The girl’s eyes lit up—she’d just been ordered to run in church. Rupert had officially created a monster. It got her off down the hallway in two seconds flat. It wasn’t a short hallway, either. Pastor Darren was not going to appreciate the little ribboned gift Rupert had just sent his way.
Turning back to Ian, he smiled slightly, and motioned towards the door just down the hall. “Shall we go and take care of that dryer, then?”
His car was right outside, thankfully. It was small, old, and a little dinged up, but all and all, it looked rather good for something that had been attacked by a robot just a few days ago. Rupert gave a small shake of his head as he unlocked the doors. A robot—courtesy of the same family that had produced a jet-propelled ferret cage. He would let the Lupin sisters out of the camps along with anyone else, but he really didn’t plan to invite them over for Christmas dinner. They were odd, even by mutant standards, and their father—the robot’s pilot—didn’t even have that excuse going for him. Just... odd. He waved at the kid to go ahead and get in, and slid into the driver’s seat. Huh. How did wings work in a car, exactly? That just couldn’t be comfortable.
((ooc: Shall I make a post bringing this over to Rupert’s Apartment? I’ve got a thread for that. You can meet Helix, and LG, and Flipsy! )
Ian almsot burst in to tears at that moment. He wasn't exactly expecting a semi but that thing was compact. He took a quick look at his back. This was not going to be a very fun ride at all. Walking up to the door he opened it and rather clumbsily climbed in. Wringling his back across the seat he tried to get his wings comfortable only to fail miserably. He then shut the door and turned with a rather sour look towards Rupert.
"Drive, I really don't want to be stuck in here longer than I have too. You have no idea how uncomfortable this is."
Shuffling his back in vain against the seat he resigned to enjoy the ride as much as possible. He began to look out the window only to get urges of flying he then turned to the dash board only to suddenly remember his discomfort. Great this was just going to have to be an all around suck fest.
"Can we hurry, have you ever gotten a wing cramp. For some reason I seriously doubt it."