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.
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Jorge looked up as their waiter appeared. The man was…colorfully dressed to say the least, but on top of that he was a chipper as a bluejay first thing in the morning. He had turned, bright smile on his face, as he asked Chase for his order. While he did so, Jorge turned back to his own menu and really tried to decide what he wanted. He was simply not sure of it but it really did seem like he should go with Chase’s opinion.
>> “May I please have, uh, The mac’ n’ cheese?”
>> “Sure thing, sport! What would you like to go with that?”
>> “The… fruit, and the sweet apples, please?”[/color]
>> “And what would you like to have, sir?”
Jorge nodded with a small smile.
“I’ll have the same. But make mine with a root beer, please?” Jorge said as he collected the menus and handed them back over to the water. The man quickly nodded and skittered away to put in their order and grab their drinks.
Once he was gone, Jorge turned his attention back to ideally surveying the rest of the menus on the table and checking on the puzzle that Chase was working on. He himself was rather good with puzzles, but Chase seemed to be enjoying his time figuring out the game on his own that the detective really did not want to bother him. It was surprisingly important for him that he did not irritate Chase right now, especially since he really did not have any clue how the boy was going to react to his question.
He lounged for a second, trying to think on how he could segue into the very important question he had on his mind. It was not until after their drinks arrived and were placed in front of the that he made the decision; maybe it was just best to be blunt? Well, not too blunt, Chase was 9, after all. So, honestly, there was really no point in just dragging it out, right?
He took a sip of his soda before he turned his gaze onto Chase.
“Hey Chase, ugh,” he said as he idly scratched the back of his head. “listen, I need to talk to you about something. And, I don’t want you to freak out or anything, okay? But…would you mind if I asked your opinion on something rather important.”
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>> "Ice Age does not have singing…But, y'know, I hear screaming is acceptable as music too these days."
Jorge smirked a little but said nothing in response. He was just a little too preoccupied with the several larger wolves that were staring him down. The odds were really not in their favor but what was he really supposed to do? As awesome as it would be for him to announce that “Hey! I punched a wolf!” that was obviously not the best option for him at the moment. He needed to get to that water source that he could sense up ahead.
The beasts snarled at snapped in their directions but none of them had made a move towards them. Instead they all seemed to be hanging back, as if waiting for exactly the right moment (or word from their leader). Teeth bared, eyes focused, they looked like truly malevolent beasts that wanted nothing more than to rend their flesh from their bones. It was a horrible course of circumstances but, unfortunately, they needed to adapt.
The boy notched an arrow and Jorge saw the wolves instantly snap to attention and burn their gazes into Gawain’s body…
>> "Oh. Right…Those, kids, are dire wolves. Useful as mascots for holier-than-thou pseudo-medieval families, top of the food chain around here. You got that water yet?"
He shrugged as he turned back around to the water source he felt up ahead. There, of course, was another large, very white wolf that looked particularly mean and snappy. An eyebrow arched as he glanced to Mirror.
“Why, you thirsty?” he smirked. “Keep those busy as long as I can. I’ll be right back!”
With that he man bolted, running straight for the source of water he felt and the snarling albino wolf and snapped and growled at him. This…was going to turn out to be interesting.
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The darkness in the next room was disorienting at first. Jorge didn’t know how deep the room went, how big it was, or even if there was anyone else in there or if he was completely by himself. It was rather disturbing and a circumstance that he truly and deeply just did not want to be in. But unfortunately he really didn’t have a choice in the manner. There was no other way out of that white room and while he would have loved to call for back up, he knew that it was impossible. No cell phone, no x-communicator, no nothing. The man was on his own until he could get out.
Breath held, the detective eyed the darkness and peered about, trying to see anything in his inky blackness. He did not want some two-bit thug to get the drop on him now. Not after everything he had done for the MRC, not after just getting ready to start a life with both Gemma and Chase. He was not going to die here.
Fist clenched, he snarled a little as he whipped about, trying to orient himself to anything. Then, as he felt he gone on long enough, there was a suddenly illumination.
Jorge hissed and covered his eyes from the suddenly brightness. When he finally did caution to uncover them, he blinked…and noticed a lot of blue. He was standing in a rather massive looking space with blue skies…blocky white clouds, green hills and green pipes sticking up and out of a brick colored ground? Jorge felt his senses being thrown for a loop as he tried to make heads or tails of what he was standing in, but unfortunately his mind simply refused to wrap around it. This had to be one of Game Lord psychic worlds.
“Great,” he grumbled as he looked up to notice the word “World 1-1” hover in the air. “What the hell is this supposed to be,” he said through ground teeth.
It was as he began to step forward and suddenly he heard a rather strange sound. It almost sounded like a spring, or a pogo stick…or…jumping?
Jorge turned, trying to find the sound of the sound until he looked over to some brick blocks that were floating in the air and noticed a shape leaping, somersaulting, and shouting “Ya-hooo!” over and over again. The detective slowly backed up took a more defense posture as he waited. Finally, with another leaping sound, the creature landed in front of him.
The man, dressed in white shirt and hat, and red overalls, stood proudly as he twitched his mustache. Suddenly he grinned as he lifted his hand and, with a spark, fire formed in his palm. Jorge blinked and backed up as suddenly the creature hurled his hand forward, lobbing the fireball straight at him.
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Game Lord…Jorge had been looking for this man for at least a solid year now. About a year ago he was called in on a case; one that involved a former snitch who was found dead in an alley. It led to a rather interesting encounter in which Jorge fought what many had described as a “video game character”, some female elf creature by the name of Lynk. At first Jorge didn’t believe it but after digging deeper into the case he found out that the person behind it was a criminal, a crazed, self-proclaimed mob boss by the name of Simon LaRourke, aka, Game Lord.
LaRourke came from the west coast and was mutant with a rather terrifying ability. It turned out that the man had a certain type of psonic power to manifest video game characters and/or settings into the real world. They were illusions but they were illusions that could definitely kill (as evident from the previous case). Rather insane by nature, LaRourke cut connections with his past and fully encompassed himself in the persona of Game Lord, a rather insane, child-like, and maniacal creature that took pleasure in torture his victims with horrendous mind games.
The man left a large death toll in his wake and now he was setting up roots in New York City. Jorge had been chasing the man for awhile now and he was just now remembering why he was in this situation. His location had been traced to a certain series of abandoned warehouses. The detective had only arrive to confirm the man’s presence and then call back to the precinct for back up.
Apparently he never got that chance.
That was why he was in the white room, that was why he was stepping cautiously to the white door, and that was why he tried to steel himself up for whatever came his way.
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With a gasp, Jorge awoke and was blinded by the light of an overhead light bulb. So deep was his gasp for breath that his lungs screamed at him, greedy for more oxygen. But the series of coughs that followed made it harder for him to breathe, to the point that he was struggling to keep his breathing stable. When he finally did manage it, he sighed as he placed his hand over his chest and massaged the muscles, trying to ease the pain from his lungs. It took a couple seconds but finally his coughing stopped and he could breathe normally.
Slowly he opened his eyes but winced at the brightness of that cursed lightbulb. It really was far too bright to be normal. Or maybe his eyes were just sensitive. Either way, his inability to really open them had caused a miniature sense of panic since he could not just sit here with his eyes closed. He needed to see what was going on.
Gently he massaged his eyes lids before she cautioned to open his eyes. The room was bright still but slowly it came into focus until finally he could squint without making his eyes water. His resistance to the light built up, little by little, until finally he opened his eyes all the way with a satisfied groan. Still sore but definitely feeling better.
When he finally managed to open them the whole way, he blinked when he realized that he was actually in a rather small room.
A glance down and Jorge saw that he was sitting back on a recliner, but one that was completely old, tattered, that looked as if it was ready to fall apart. The odd thing, though, was that he was not tied down to it, nor was he at all bound in away. Except for his sensitive eyes and the dull pain on the back of his head, the detective did not seem to be held against his will. But one glance at the tiny room and he could tell that this was not normal.
White. Everything was so, absolutely, white. Except for the chair it looked as if the room was new; freshly painted walls, a desk, a shelf (but no books), a computer (missing a screen), all as white and clean as fresh snow (no wonder the hanging light bulb hurt his eyes).
He stood up and turned to the only door in the room. That had to be the way out but what was he going to find on the other side? Guards? Thugs? Mutants ready to tear down anything person affiliated with the police? Automatic sentries? It was just crazy the possibilities. And, as fruitless as he knew it would be, he reached down to pat his pocket. Everything was gone (wallet, cell phone, his gun) all that he had left was his badge.
He was…on the job when this happened? Wait…WHAT exactly happened? The last he could remember…he was investigating…something…
Damn it…he couldn’t remember. This was not good.
But just as he set about trying to figure out how to get himself out of this room, he heard a click of the door and spun to see it swing up. Beyond it, he saw only more darkness, and a voice suddenly rang in his head…
“Come along, detective! Step into Level One.”
It was then that Jorge began to remember and he snarled as he spit out the one name he knew would be connect to all this…
“Game Lord,” he growled disdainfully. He knew he was in trouble now…
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In the blackness of his mind, the only thing that Jorge could latch onto to was the faint sound of laughing. But it was not a joyful laughing, or laughter that seemed to be able to denote any kind of joy other than malicious and sadistic. It was the type of sound that chilled the blood, splintered bone, and caused the very flesh to want to crawl and run off. It was so truly horrendous that even the bravest of police detectives would feel that ball of ice at the very pit of their stomach. Every bit of joy would be sapped from him and twisted into a decadent candy for whomever the sick owner of the laughter to enjoy at his pleasure.
With that as the only sound in the darkness behind his eyes, there was no wonder that Detective Cervantes was a little bit on edge. But that did not mean that the man was completely riddled with fear. He was cautious and tried to find some way through the darkness, some way back into consciousness so that he could meet that terrible, taunting voice.
So he followed it, forced himself to try and draw ever closer to that terrible, mocking laugh, and the sting words that followed:
”Hehehehehe! Heeello detective! I know you can hear me! I made it so that you could hear me. Do you know much fun it is? To peek into a persons head? To scramble things around and make them sees exactly what you want them to so? It is soooo much fun. Especially with my special brand of it. Hehehehe! You are in for such a treat, I really wish I could wake you up early. But that’d ruin the surprise…wouldn’t it?”
A pause…
”Then again…it is my birthday and I should get what I want, right? I always get what I want on my birthdays! Cake! Ice cream! LOTS of presents! Presents like a nosy detective , unconscious and left for me on my doorstep! It was such kismet! It had to be destiny! I mean…I know you’ve been poking around my operation, trying to spoil ALL my fun. But you get to make up for it now! You get to be my playmate!”
Another pause. Then a slow rumble started up and turned into another rolling wave of maniacal laughter…
Jorge felt that tickle down his spine but he didn’t stop. He didn’t over think it. Instead…he swam through the darkness of his mind until finally…there was a flash of light...
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>> “I...It was my...I-It was my fault. I-I did s-something b-bad…M...My mom brought me food sometimes...un-..until she left.”
Jorge frowned a little but tried to not get too emotional over the what he was listening to. Though the boy was talking only sparsely and not really speaking in too much detail, it was vivid enough for Jorge to just barely imagine it. And everything that Michael went through, it was absolutely nothing that he deserved.
The boy was hurt, it was evident in how he reacted to the world around him, but Jorge was not here to cure him of that (nor did he have the power to). What he could do, though, was bring the boy justice. And that was exactly what he intended to do.
He sighed a little but said nothing more as he glanced and saw the hurt look on the boy’s face. This was obviously something that he really did not want to talk about but he was managing to push himself to do so. Jorge had to admit that that took a lot of bravery for Michael. Not many children could express the things they went through, no matter how bad they were, no matter how much they wanted justice for them. For some, it was simply beyond their understanding.
Maybe Michael didn’t truly understand that what happened was not his fault but the detective would make sure to do everything in his power to remind the child that he did not need to accept that.
He cautioned another glance and the sight nearly broke his heart. He could see the tears welling up in the boy’s eyes but he was making no sounds or sniffling or anything that indicated that he was actually crying. No, instead, the boy was upset but apparently it did not have the outlet that he required. Jorge frowned again but he did not reach over to comfort the boy or say anything reassuring. Silence was his best option at the moment.
>> “I...I haven’t left in...in four years...o-or more. I...I couldn’t count.”
Four…years? The number was simply staggering for Jorge to believe. He would make sure to not forget that little number so that he could make sure to accurately report what the boy said. This was all just too horrendous and cruel for him to really comprehend of it. But still, he kept his cool. He’d nail that father to the wall though, if it took his last breath.
Carefully, once he was sure that the boy was composed enough, he handed the badge back to him. It was Mikey’s turn to ask the next question…
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>> "I cannot claim nearly as much stress on my end... But, Jorge, I must admit you have me worried for you. You are taking care of yourself at least? If you say anything other than yes, I swear to you that I will have to personally make sure you are taken care of.”
He smirked a little. It really was interesting to see Andrea react in this manner to his admission about his crazy work schedule. Unfortunately he didn’t have much choice in the manner. He was a police officer and, because of that, the man needed to be on call whenever he was needed. Different cases required his attention and, honestly, crime really does not work on any set time slots. So it would be of little surprise if he were awoken about a double homicide at one in the morning or received a call just as he was about to head home, or first thing in the morning.
Jorge was out to make a difference in the city and the only way that he could achieve that was if he was ready for it whenever it was required of him.
But, to sate the young woman’s fears (and to calm that motherly gaze) he smiled warmly and nodded his head.
“Yes, I take care of myself as best as possible,” he responded. “And when I can’t, my girlfriend makes sure I take care of myself first and foremost.”
It was true. Gemma was always the type of woman to keep an careful eye on those most important people in her life. Thankfully she cared about Jorge enough to want to keep him safe and reminded him that he was not actually married to the job. He had a life to live, a life that he wanted to share with her as much as possible.
So, needless to say, his bases were covered…
>> "Thank you, that is very kind of you to say… I already ate about a dozen of these earlier today though, so I really shouldn't have anymore."
He was glad that she had agreed to take at least one of the cookies. He doubted that he could have finished them all himself even if he wanted to. Plus, at least the guilt would be lessened now that he was sharing them with someone. They really were good cookies. Finished was the first that he had and now he was already reaching for another. Two! That would be his limit…until he got back to the office…
…okay maybe the car.
A turn to Andrea and he smirked when he saw her enjoying the cookie greatly. “You know…I’m glad you are doing well. The last time we saw each other…was not under the best circumstances,” he cautioned to say. He didn’t want to ruin their good chat but they could not avoid the incident forever.
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>> "Of course! You look as if you are doing well yourself..."
“Thank you,” he said with a chuckle as he followed her to the nearest bench.
It was funny to hear her complimenting him like that. He knew, deep down, that it was not true, though. After all, he was an older cop running on fumes, and barely getting more than five hours of sleep a night. The city was just getting a bit busier these days, so much so that he really did not know what else he and the rest of his department could do. It was tiring work, not always with the rewards that they required, but it was a job nonetheless. Maybe Jorge really didn’t make a difference every day, but the few times he did, it really made everything worth it.
Still though, he knew that he would probably look better with more than just a couple hours of sleep. But the man knew when to take a compliment.
Silently he took the seat next to her as he opened up the basket of cookies. They all looked absolutely glorious. Jorge did indeed love butter cookies; so much so that Gemma was trying to hide them from him these days. Thankfully, this ready supply of the treats would serve him well. The man did love an excellently made cookie…
>> "How have you been since I last saw you?"
He smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling a little with tenderness. Jorge had always enjoyed this young woman’s company and always hoped for the best for her. Especially after her attack, he wanted nothing but to bring her peace as swiftly as possible. That was proving to be quite difficult though. Thankfully, she didn’t bring up that issue and had shifted her conversation elsewhere.
“Oh, I’ve been well,” he said gently. “Working, losing sleep, then working some much.”
Oh by the way I also fought a giant volcano, saved a village, joined the X-Men, and travelled through time! He kept all that inside since he really did not want to delve too deep into explaining all those shenanigans. Andrea has surely had her fill of excitement in her life so that last thing she probably wanted to hear was a bunch of adventures concerning someone who considered her a friend. He just shrugged as he picked up one of the cookies and bit into it.
“You know, pretty mundane. Yourself?” he said as he shrugged and began to eat the cookie. Instantly he felt his soul sing praises for the oven-baked master piece. It was so indeed far better than Andrea attempted to make it sound like earlier. Modest chefs, bakers, etc., were always at the top of his list of culinary geniuses. “Wow, Andrea, these are fantastic!” he smirked as he eyed the cookies. “I’m glad I agreed to take them,” he beamed as he offered her the chance to sample her own work. Every cook/baker should sample their own work…it was only fair…
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He had apparently caught the woman by surprise because he noticed the small little jump that she did when before she turned around to face him. He smirked when that look of recognition had flashed across her face. It really was good to see her. He had been worried that she was going to end up scarred for life from her ordeal. Who knows, maybe she was and he was only seeing her on a good day or something. Jorge just didn’t know how to deal with the situation so he was just going to have to wait and see and gauge her reactions like that.
>> "Jorge! It is very good to see you again."
He smirked as she leaned up and kissed each cheek. This was definitely a far cry from the girl that he used to run into before. Normally she was scared and timid but she seemed much more confident and less terrified of the world. That was at least good.
He hoped.
Then, as she stepped back, she presented a basket and Jorge had to smirk. That obviously must have contained the cookies that he was promised over the phone. Gently he placed his hands on the basket…
>> "The treats, as promised. I do hope you like Butter cookies."
A chuckle fell from his lips as he was about to take the basket but there was a change in Andrea’s eyes. Almost as if she was second guessing herself about whether or not to give him the cookies that he was promised. As a rule, Jorge did indeed love all kinds of sweets. He still remembered the time that he rescued Drew and the young man presented him with some freshly baked cookies as well! They were most delicious. Yes, he was a man that was a slave to any type of pastry or dessert.
>> "If you do not like them.. that is okay. I'm am not very good at baking yet..Not.. that you won't like them, or anything. Iamjustgoingtoshutupnow..."
Wow she was apparently really flustered about this whole thing. The detective could only smile warmly as he nodded and very gently took the basket from her after she agreed to shut up.
“I’m sure they will be wonderful,” he said with a smile. “It is very good to see you. You’re looking very well,” he then nodded to be nearby bench. “Care to sit?”
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>> “Well, I hear that all their burgers are really good…But I like the mac’n’cheese.”[/color]
Jorge nodded. Though he loved a good burger, the man was indeed partial to macaroni and cheese, especially when it receives such reviews from someone like Chase. Besides, Jorge was on stake out last night and he had a burger then. Maybe some cheesy pasta was exactly the change up that he needed. Besides, it would probably help relax the situation a bit when he did finally get around to asking Chase what he had brought here in the first place.
It was a scary thought though. He was essentially going to be changing his relationship with Chase drastically. Whereas before he was just the boyfriend that Chase had to tolerate because he was around when the boy was adopted, he was now going to technically be his father. Technically? Pssh, he WOULD be the boy’s father for all purposes. While part of Jorge was actually pretty excited by that prospect, he worried about how Chase would react. After all, the boy had just gotten used to have a loving mother like Gemma around. How was he to react when he would suddenly have a father to? If Gemma even said yes?
But Jorge shook his head. He had to stop. He was really over thinking this a lot. Maybe he was just still a little shaken up because he had never had a relationship like Gemma’s before and did not want to mess things up. After all, Gemma was married before; who knows if she even wanted to get married again, especially with a new kid in her life.
Enough was enough, though. He really needed to get out of his head…
Jorge sighed as he watched Chase working a particularly challenging puzzle on the placemat and smirk. He was a sweet kid; hopefully he wouldn’t feel like the burly detective was intruding onto his life.
“You know, I think I’ll have the mac-and-cheese too. It seems to have gotten rave reviews from you and I follow the treads,” he chuckled with a smirk. It didn’t take long for them to wait as soon their waiter had appeared at their table side. Jorge nodded for Chase to go first.
“Hey there partner!” the man beamed happily as he held up his little notepad. “What’re you going to be having today?”
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Actually I'm pretty open to any idea, Enders! Jorge is a tough MRC cop so he could meet Joe while responding to a job or tries to help out in some dangerous situation. He also does tend to work out, go on walks with his dog, frequent bookstores if you don't want something actiony.
Agnes is pretty open too. She many frequents the city, preparing for her move to Julliard or just trying to get back in the swing of having a normal life. She is also supposed to be part of Sebastian's church so she may be helping people or just trying to spread the word.