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 Maxine Ralls on Dec 29, 2011 22:27:41 GMT -6
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"All right, so let's assume it wasn't a prank for a moment," the redhead said indulgently. Denial, said the way she reached out and patted his arm. She was having a good night: she could play along with his big-boys-don't-fall-for-pranks ego.
"It was obviously someone's mutation—people don't just get sucked into TVs without mutants around. Who was there when you fell out?" The probable culprits, said her reporter voice.
"Could one of them be having a power growth, and not have realized it?" This was giving them the benefit of the doubt. Could one of them be performing human experiments with upperclassman? Was what her eyes were asking.
>>"All right, so let's assume it wasn't a prank for a moment. It was obviously someone's mutation—people don't just get sucked into TVs without mutants around. Who was there when you fell out? Could one of them be having a power growth, and not have realized it?"
Gawain sighed. Maxine was being all sweet and understanding. He liked the sassy Maxine better. And he still did not like the idea of being pranked. Even if it meant he did not ruin her show after all. Maybe that's why she was being so sweet.
"I don't think so. Neither of them have a mutation that could evolve to pull this off. I don't know how these things works exactly, but judging from mine... it has to be related. Right?"
He tilted his head at Maxine. She was a mutant, she might as well know. Gawain shook his head.
"All right, here is what's gonna happen. I'm gonna mirrorwalk back to the Mansion and see if it happens again. But this time ya're coming with me." he stood, holding out a hand to her with a grin "Ya're the reporter, aren't you?"
A mirrorwalk with Maxine, hand in hand, back to the Mansion. What could possibly...
Posted by Maxine Ralls on Dec 30, 2011 10:57:16 GMT -6
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...Go cartoon?
"Mirror," the redhead said, with that perfectly flat tone that let a boy know he was in trouble. Then again, slightly more high-pitched: "Mirror? Where—"
There. Maxine pushed through the Lord and Lady of Pastel Colors, and latched onto her Knight's arm. At least... she thought it was her Knight. In all the courts of all the lands, she was willing to bet they were the only two dressed like New Yorkers.
They were in some kind of ball room. Or throne room. Or grand entry hall, or whatever ye old castle designers had called a place like this. The ceiling towered high above them; the room stretched out wide, with enough space to give the large gathering the feeling of a cozy family party. Women wore floor-length dresses with lace collars; men wore... tights? Leotards with a fancy coat put on top? Gawain—sadly—was still in his blue jeans, which had gone monochrome and textureless. Though his shoulders were drawn in nicely angled squares...
"Gawain," the redhead whispered into his ear, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
At the front of the room was a baby cradle; three sparkles of light were drifting down towards it, in dresses of red, green, and blue.
The voice was off. It was... clearer. More musical. And Maxine was a cartoon redhead. Did she have such a tiny waist in real life?... Talking about real life.
"Maxine" the young knight said slowly, still holding on to her hand. With his own. That also looked like he had just received a makeover. From Disney.
>>"Gawain. I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
"No we are not" he shook his head, looking at all the people who did not seem to pay them much attention "Still think I've been pranked?..."
Because whoever pranked him was going to pay.
"Maxine" he turned back to her, with huge Disney-eyes of confusion "If you drugged me, tell me now..."
Posted by Maxine Ralls on Dec 30, 2011 11:37:10 GMT -6
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If I'd drugged you, I'd be doing something else with you right now.
Some things, polite ladies do not say.
"We were about a mirror away from the Mansion, right?" Maxine kept whispering, even though no one in the crowd seemed to be paying attention to them—no one was sshing them even though they were talking over the general reverent hush; no one was calling the guards to haul off the strangely dressed beggars who had crashed the royal party.
Wait. Not a royal party—a royal baby shower. With three fairies, currently bestowing fuzzy gifts like a pretty voice and great hair—which really said something about their opinion of the poor kid's genetics. The crowd disappeared for a few swirling, technicolor moments of birdsong and 1950's special effects—she and Gawain hung suspended, then dropped back in place in the crowd.
She wobbled dizzily for a moment. "This isn't drugs, Gawain. This is..."
A chill passed through the crowd; the light itself dimmed. The redhead caught her breath as an elegant figure appeared in black and purple, working that high collar like a queen.
"Maleficent," she breathed.
This wasn't Kansas, and this wasn't drugs: this was Sleeping Beauty. Her fingers tightened on Gawain's arm. A darker emerald gleam sparkled in the depths her animated eyes, as her own shadow seemed to stretch eagerly towards the fairy queen's darkness.
Posted by Maxine Ralls on Dec 30, 2011 11:59:10 GMT -6
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"What? No!" She didn't know if he had any animated ribs under that shirt, but her elbow was drawn as quite the fine point. "Maleficent is the best! She was my hero when I was a kid. I had a big stuffed dragon, and everything." Until Rex had been born: he'd quickly dismantled all her childhood toys. The stuffing carnage had made her older brother laugh so hard, she'd had no choice but to punch him.
"Now look what you made me do. We missed her monologue!" Maxine huffed; her hair briefly huffed with her, like a little row of snakes that quickly settled back down. Except for two stray strands, that stayed curled above her head in a semblance of her hero's horns...
They were already past the cursing. Stupid Gawain, with his stupid threats. Now the scene was going to follow those fairies—
"Gah!" Those fairies could really book it up the stairs. And suddenly Maxine and Gawain were on the stairs behind them, with the whole world moving around them as they headed towards the room where the fairies would lay their futile plans to hide the Pretty Princess. She didn't know what would happen if they were too slow to stay on camera, and she didn't really want to find out.
>>"What? No! Maleficent is the best! She was my hero when I was a kid. I had a big stuffed dragon, and everything."
"Ow!" Gawain winced and looked at her, eyes narrowed. Whatever was going on, they were on a fast track to becoming Disney's brand new comic relief characters...
"Maxine! She's a Disney villain! She's gonna carve that autograph into your skin!"
Great ideas. Said out aloud.
>>"Now look what you made me do. We missed her monologue!"
"Yeah yeah. I know the story."
They ran after the fairies. Gawains snatched a sword right out of a scabbard, and the guy didn't even notice. It was awful skinny for a sword, but. Desperate times.
And that is how it happened that they were suddenyl alone with three elderly fairies with Maxine staring and Gawain with a sword in his hand.
Posted by Maxine Ralls on Dec 30, 2011 12:21:28 GMT -6
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"You put that down, Mister. Right. This. Second." She pointed to the ground, to emphasize just where he could put it. It was up to him, though: if he didn't set the sword down, she had other ideas as to where he could shove it.
The elderly fairies gave them a single suspicious look, then shut themselves away in a cupboard to gab. Good riddance: for all the good they did, they could have stayed in there the whole movie. Did they really think they could outwit Maleficent? Even if the fairy queen hadn't gotten the girl on her sixteenth birthday, she'd have gotten her the day after, when everyone let their guard down. That was what was fantastic about villains—they didn't need to try once and give up. They could just keep being evil until they won.
"You are not stabbing her. Not until she'd supposed to get stabbed, anyway." The redhead crossed her arms obstinately. "Why don't you shove Prince Charming off his horse at the end, and fight the dragon?" Get some of the testosterone out of your system. Sesh. For once, she wished Maya was here instead—a girl would understand. Why fight a dragon, when you could turn into one?
>>"You put that down, Mister. Right. This. Second."
Gawain stared. There was no way he was going to put the sword down, not when it was getting cloudy with a chance of dragons.
>>"You are not stabbing her. Not until she'd supposed to get stabbed, anyway. Why don't you shove Prince Charming off his horse at the end, and fight the dragon?"
"And who's gonna smooch the princess, huh?" he argued, folding his arms, pointing the sword down but still holding it "Because the last thing I need is gettin' stuck in Disneyland. Gah. We need to find a way outta here." he said, looking around for mirrors "Hopefully before they start singing...."
Posted by Maxine Ralls on Dec 30, 2011 15:13:06 GMT -6
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Before they started... oh god, he was right. Soon they'd be off into the true-love-at-first-sight soundtrack. Oh, hormones. She'd seen enough of that in middle school to last her a lifetime; and trust her, kids—it wasn't happily every after at that age. More like happily ever Seven Minutes of Heaven...
Right: they had to find a mirror. Maxine started pawing through the room—it seemed like an old abandoned bedroom, where people tossed extra furniture and nick-knacks to be forgotten. There had to be a mirror somewhere.
"Do you have any ideas on who our prankster is yet? It should definitely be someone with an ability that's already like this—some kind of putting-people-in-things-thingie." She was always eloquent, when engaged in rummaging. There was something on the wall over there, if only she could squeeze past this table and that wardrobe.
To be honest... this was kind of fun. She pulled at a drawstring covering the thing on the wall, and voila—
"Found--! Woah." It was the first time she'd gotten a look at herself. Her animated self. Her red hair in a shade of flame real girls would kill to have naturally; her too-innocent green eyes; the sly tilt lurking at the corners of her mouth, and the set of her slender eyebrows. Ack, and the freckles. They would animate the freckles. Still... "I haven't had skin this nice since the sixth grade," Maxine commented, giving herself an admiring once-over. Not to mention the waistline. You couldn't have boobs with that waist; not in real life. On impulse, she pulled open the wardrobe she'd wiggled past; sure enough, there were a few of those ridiculously poofy dresses inside. She pulled one out, and held it up in front of her.
"You know," she said slyly, "I think there are some of those tunic-things in there, too."
Couldn't they stay in prankland? Just a bit longer? She could put up with a little singing, if it meant playing dress up with a Prince.
>>"Do you have any ideas on who our prankster is yet? It should definitely be someone with an ability that's already like this—some kind of putting-people-in-things-thingie."
That sounded... familiar. Something was tugging on the back of Gawain's mind, but with all the confusion going around, he couldn't quite put a finger on it. Maxine found a mirror. Gawain stepped up behind her, looking at his cartoon self. He looked like... he couldn't quite put a finger on that one either.
>>"I haven't had skin this nice since the sixth grade,"
"You look nice" he agreed honestly. It is not awkward, saying that to a cartoon character, right?... At least they were not in an amine. Because that... would have just been... um. Maxine moved on tha wardrobe.
>>"You know. I think there are some of those tunic-things in there, too."
"I have a real one back at the Mansion" he shrugged "You go ahead. If we're stuck here I'm gonna be shifting, and that's more comfortable in my own clothes."
Or not at all.
"Come on, Maxine. We need to get out of..."
Too late. The fairies made their decision. And then, sixteen years Disney-skipped by...
Posted by Maxine Ralls on Dec 30, 2011 15:35:51 GMT -6
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...And they were right in the middle of birthday preparations. As the good fairies sent their innocent charge off, alone, in a land where evil was actively seeking her head, Maxine dipped her finger into a bowl of animated cake batter and put it in her mouth.
"Mmm. Give this a try, Gawain."
"Blue!" "Pink!" "Blue!" "Pink!"
Pink was definitely cuter, but she had to give Disney points for letting little girls choose the boy color if they really wanted. The dress she'd snagged was sort of a pale peach. If she was actually going to put this on—
"Let me borrow that, would you?" She said, as she grabbed the green fairy's wand right out of her hands. "Black." Ooo, much better. Though the trimming could use a bit of... "Silver. Thanks, dear." She handed the wand back, and patted the woman on her head.
"What on earth...?" The green fairy asked, looking at her—really looking at her—for possibly the first time.
The other fairies were not so observant.
"Pink!" "Blue!" "Pink!" "Blue!"
Maxine didn't really notice either way; she was too busy shimmying into her new dress.
Gawain dipped a finger into the cake and tasted it.
"Wow. I kind of expected it to... dunno. Not have a taste?"
Maxine snatched a wand.
"hey, since when do you know how to use that? Does this mean we can do mag..."
"PINK!"
Bamf.
Gawain looked down at himself and gagged.
"Maxine?..." he looked up with big puppy eyes, hoping she still had the wand. Sadly, she did not. What she did have, though, was the green fairy's attention. Uh-oh.
Gotta hate being the comic relief.
"Max..." he whispered, which came out in a weirdly loud theatrical whisper "I think she can see you."
Posted by Maxine Ralls on Dec 30, 2011 16:10:00 GMT -6
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"Hmm?" Maxine murmured, smoothing down the front of her dress. Not bad, if she did say so her...
Pink. Gawain was so very, very—
She clapped a hand over her mouth, not noticing the little round woman who was looming behind her with surprising efficiency. The fairy godmother raised her wand, but before she could say anything—
They were in a dark castle, on a foreboding mountain peak. There was something even better than cake batter here.
"Haven't you found her yet?" Maleficent's displeasure oozed over her underlings as they scurried to explain. They'd checked every town, forest, crib— Why yes, they had been looking for a baby all these years.
"It's so hard to find good help, isn't it?" The redhead oozed back. In her dress of black, it was hard not to notice a certain matching color scheme between the women in this room. Now she wouldn't have done that on purpose, would she? It's not as if she'd known where the next scene would take them. Really, who ever memorized their favorite childhood movies? Who ever planned out exactly what they would say, if they could walk into a scene?
The fairy queen paused in her diabolical tirade. Danger hung heavy in that silence. "And you would be?"
"Ralls. Lady Ralls, of Tyrant Peak." 'Tyrant' from 'Tyrannosaurus, of course—her favorite dinosaur, back when she was seven. The redhead bobbed in a graceful curtsey, never breaking eye contact. "This is my associate, Lord... Pink. Of Orkney."
The tall fey considered them; Gawain even merited an understated raise of her thin black eyebrow. "Yes. I believe I've heard of you. Now; tell me why I should not make your names infamous over all the land, as the fools who came into my castle uninvited."
"Because, your Majesty, I bring you two gifts. For the first: I can tell you precisely where the princess Aurora will be this evening."
Only a flicker of interest, quickly contained below her cool mask. As expected of the redhead's favorite Disney villain. "And the second?"
She curtseyed again, flaring her black and silver skirts a bit wider this time. "Myself, as your humble apprentice."
She'd hand-written fanfics about this moment in the third grade, and forced her parents to pretend to be interested as she read them. So help her if Lord Pink ruined this moment.