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.
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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.
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Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 4, 2010 1:06:13 GMT -6
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Jorge closed in, still talking as he did so. Andrew kept his guard up and didn't say anything. He was too busy concentrating on what Jorge was doing. If he was going to use this against someone out on the streets he wanted to make sure he got it right. The same focus and determination he normally reserved for his studies were applied here. He managed to block Jorge's first punch, though his instinct was to avoid it all together.
Jorge praised him for the block but it fell on deaf ears. It was the same as when his mom had tried to call him for dinner while he was studying. She had to come to his room and hit him over the head to get his attention because he was so absorbed. Jorge had feigned left and then punched right the first time. When he did so again Andrew was ready. He blocked the punch as best he could, feeling it impact on side of his arm like the other one had. Then he lashed out with a left jab of his own.
Almost immediately after the jab Andrew swung in with a right hook. He wanted to continue attacking but felt it would likely be a bad idea so he lapsed back into his guard and waited to see what Jorge would do. Too much aggression would leave him wide open. He was still learning so caution was best. Jorge likely had a trick up his sleeve and Andrew didn't want to leave the man an opening to use it.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 4, 2010 0:49:35 GMT -6
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He chuckled a bit. Well there was one question at least she seemed to want him to ask. After all the pointed look at the food was certainly not a dead giveaway.
"Alright, I'll bite. What's with the snack? Seems a bit much for just a snack."
Andrew figured it had to do with her mutation. However it was better to know than to assume and be wrong.
"Also, you mentioned spending your life around the same thirty or so people? What's with that?"
Ok that sounded just plain rude to Andrew. He wanted to apologize right away. His mother would have smacked him for saying that. Kate however had insisted that not hold back so much so he'd hold off on apologizing until she confirmed that it was rude of him. A lady was always right, even when wrong. At least, according to his mom. She'd done most of his raising so it was her sayings that stuck with him.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 4, 2010 0:29:34 GMT -6
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He smirked a little.
"Then maybe I ought to be glad I never rode one."
Kate inquired about him and Andrew gave a shrug.
"Not much to tell. Had a fairly normal childhood I suppose. Went to a decent school, did well and had a fair few friends. Then my mutation came along when I turned sixteen and it all sort of fell apart."
He sighed and looked at his empty water bottle.
"Guess you could say I isolated myself. No friends, I concentrated on my studies instead. I didn't go out and do anything at all. When I graduated high school and started contemplating colleges I decided I wanted to get away from there and picked one here in New York City.'
'I've been studying here for two years now. Up until recently I kept to myself and avoided getting to know anyone. That sort of changed when I met one of the people in charge here, Sam. It wasn't the best of meetings I suppose. I was after all holding up a coffee shop at the time."
Andrew chuckled at the memory. Lord he'd been hopeless when he'd met Sam. Heck he still was considering that wasn't too long ago. Andrew liked to think he'd changed a little since then though.
"It's a long story but I had made a bad promise and Sam helped me out. After that I met a lot of other mutants. Eventually I met the librarian here, Kealey, and she dragged me here. That's pretty much it."
With that said Andrew got up and threw away his empty bottle.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 23:55:08 GMT -6
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She'd sounded like she was British but being as Andrew knew next to nothing about British accents he hadn't guessed.
"Lexington, Kentucky. Home to lots of horses and the University of Kentucky."
Andrew had lived in the city itself so he hadn't had a horse himself but you couldn't go anywhere around Lexington without seeing horses and white fences.
"Mind you I lived in the city so I've never actually rode a horse but they were there."
Andrew finished off his water as he thought about his home and his parents. There were some things he missed but given the choice he'd stay here in New York. It may have been just some place the past two years he'd lived here but that was changing.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 23:38:11 GMT -6
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Jorge pardoned his eager barrage on the bag. That was good because it had felt good enough that Andrew couldn't bring himself to feel properly sorry for it. He didn't vent his frustrations nearly often enough and he knew it. It wouldn't change but he knew it at least. Jorge then grabbed his gloves and went to the ring. Oh boy, now it was time for some actual sparring. He was going to suck. Andrew just knew it. Jorge was a cop with experience in this stuff and Andrew was a skinny college kid who had never hit a heavy bag until that very day. Still he fished out his own brand new set of boxing gloves, black as opposed to red, and stuck them on.
Andrew crossed over to the ring and hoisted himself inside. He was well aware of the interest they'd generated. Jorge looked like he belonged here a lot more than Andrew did. Nervous was an apt descriptor of the young man at that particular moment. His movements showed it, as did the rest of his body language. Jeez this was getting tiresome. Note to anyone out there that could read his mind: being shy sucked, majorly.
It was time to focus. So Andrew focused on Jorge. With a little concentration he was able to forget that there were other people in the room. This was a fight. Distraction was only good if it worked in your favor. His face changed from nervous to almost stern as he took up the stance that Jorge had showed him.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 23:08:17 GMT -6
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Andrew gave her a sheepish smile when she told him to basically not be so shy. She could say that until the cows came home but it wouldn't make a difference. It was just who he was. He didn't ask questions or say things unless he knew a person very well. In short he just wasn't a direct person.
"Sorry. I just don't do things like that unless I know someone well enough. It's not you. I guess you could say I'm just a bit shy."
So Kate was a fire elemental huh? That was interesting. If he thought about it that might explain the appetite as well. Fire had to be fed after all.
"Interesting mutation. I haven't met a fire elemental. I've met some other interesting mutants but not a fire elemental." he paused for a drink of water, "So where are you from?"
He had just narrowly avoided saying something like, if you don't mind my asking again. It was just hardwired into him to be polite until he knew someone well. If that made him a little socially awkward oh well.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 22:35:21 GMT -6
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That was certainly an odd way to handle foods. Andrew didn't say anything about it. It just wasn't his way. He kept a lot of his observations to himself. At least at first. If someone opened themselves up for questions later then he'd generally ask about it at some point. At first go though he wouldn't mention it. She grabbed some of his muffins to add to the apple and the two bottles of water. It seemed a lot for a small snack but he wasn't going to criticize her eating habits. Besides, it obviously didn't affect her weight at all.
Andrew took another swallow of his water. He wondered what her mutation. Well, no time like the present.
"If you don't mind my asking, what's your mutation? If you aren't comfortable discussing that's fine. Just curious."
Not every mutant easily accepted their mutation. Andrew ought to know. He'd practically cut himself off from society when his mutation manifested itself. Speaking of which, you had to give a little trust to get some.
"My mutation makes me keep the promises I make. If I don't keep a promise I get hurt. Sometimes it's just pain, other times it's an injury. It all depends on the promise." Andrew gave a chuckle, "That's the condensed version anyway."
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 21:45:19 GMT -6
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Well it appeared Kate liked the library. She reacted to it the way he had to the kitchen. It made Andrew smile. Not smirk or grin, just smile. If nothing else she'd have plenty to read while she was here. After a minute or two she asked after something to eat.
"Sure, we were going to head downstairs anyway so we'll make our first stop the kitchen. There's sure to be something in the fridge. If not, I'm sure I can make something."
Andrew headed back out of the library and back to the grand stairs. Down he went, with Kate in tow he assumed, and toward the kitchen. Andrew walked in and was glad to see that some of his latest batch of baked goods, some banana nut muffins and some blueberry muffins, were still intact. That would give Kate something to start with at least.
"Help yourself to whatever you can find."
Andrew grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat down at the table there in the kitchen. He took a sip and settled back to watch Kate as she grabbed something to eat.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 21:13:42 GMT -6
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Well crud. Apparently he hadn't been doing too well because she straight up laughed at him. Andrew deflated a little.
"No I haven't. I'm not a greeter. In fact I'm still pretty new here. None of the greeters seem to be about at the moment though so I'm doing what I can. Once we're done wandering around this place I'll drop you off to the greeter's offices."
He gave a shrug. If she would rather he just walk her around the place Andrew could do that too. He could drill himself on his studies while they went if that was the case. See how much he'd learned from the last two hours of studying.
Studying and anything else aside Andrew turned and navigated his way toward the library. He pushed open one of the doors and held it for Kate so she could walk in and get a look at the enormous multi-level library.
"And one library, big as it is."
Andrew stood to one side so that Kate could have a brief look around if she wanted before they moved on to the first floor.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 20:33:30 GMT -6
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He gave a nod in understanding. A lot (read nearly all) of the residents and students had complicated circumstances that led them here. If she wasn't comfortable talking about it then that was fine but Andrew would be willing to listen if she did want to talk.
"I see. Well hopefully the time you do spend here will be good. If you do leave know that the doors will always be open for you, if you choose to come back."
Hey he wasn't too bad at this. At least he didn't think so. They came out on the second floor and Andrew headed for the offices. He poked his head into each of the greeters offices in turn, finding no one within. Well that sucked.
"None of the greeters seem to be about so I guess I'll give you the tour. With luck one of them will be back by the time we're done. Since we're already up here we'll start with the bedrooms and the library."
Andrew backtracked somewhat and led the way to the hallways that contained the bedrooms.
"Guys to the left, girls to the right, and the middle hallway is for the adults. If you've got any questions feel free to ask. Or just talk. Either one is fine by me."
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 19:59:34 GMT -6
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Andrew smiled.
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Kate. I'm not precisely the person to be giving you the tour and getting you signed in and what not but I bet if we hunt around we could probably find someone. We'll just leave the bags here and once you're all signed in then we can get them up to your room."
Boy he hoped that someone was in their office. Andrew wasn't exactly sure what he was doing with this. All he had to go on was guesswork and the tour that Kealey had given him. That wasn't exactly much but he hoped it was enough. Andrew turned toward the stairs and motioned for Kate to follow him.
"Will you be attending school here too or just living here?"
If she was going to be taking classes then Andrew would have to take her around the classrooms as well. That is if he couldn't find a greeter first.
"Downstairs is where the classrooms, kitchen, dining room, and that sort of thing can be found. Upstairs is living space and the offices for the staff. The library can be reached from either floor."
It was a generic rundown and he'd take her past all of those places if he ended up giving her a tour himself. For now just telling her about them would suffice.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 19:17:44 GMT -6
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It was a little late to be heading out doors but Andrew felt like having a quick walk around the grounds before delving back into his studies. Right now was study time and he'd been at it for a few hours now. Thus Andrew had decided to get up and have a walk. He'd explored enough of the inside of the mansion so the outdoors it was. Might as well put the break and the walk to good use after all.
Andrew descended one of the staircases that led from second floor where the rooms were located to the main floor. The foyer was still pretty grand with those two staircases and the classical styling. The various paintings and busts and such decorating the space definitely made it grand. He crossed the space to the front door and opened it.
There was a girl on the porch. Probably a few years younger than him, give or take a year or two. She had some baggage with her. Another student for the school perhaps? Andrew blinked before realizing that he was staring and smiled at the girl.
"Hello and welcome to the Institute or the Mansion. Whichever you'd like to call it. I'd guess you're here to stay. Let me get those bags for you."
Andrew left the door open and grabbed a couple of the girl's bags. He transferred these inside and repeated the process until all five were indoors.
"Come on in. I'm Andrew and it's nice to meet you miss."
Andrew sort of hoped that sounded good because he was improvising as far as this went. Generally someone else handled the new arrivals. Andrew himself was just a resident for the moment. He had no authority to get her signed up but he could at least help her find someone who could.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 18:24:52 GMT -6
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Andrew took a drink from the water he was tossed as Jorge started setting something up on a heavy bag. Recognition zinged through Andrew despite the grainy quality of the picture. His hand tightened on the water bottle somewhat as he took a last drink and put it down. That particular mug was a face Andrew hadn't wanted to see again unless he could screw it up royal. It was just a picture on a heavy bag but it would do. It served the purpose Jorge wanted. The faux-Mittens had his attention.
His ears registered Jorge's words about where to strike and Andrew visualized where each of those zones would be on this version of Mittens. The next few minutes were something of a blur as Andrew went to work on the heavy bag Mittens. Each of the places Jorge had mentioned were struck, generally more than once, and all of them with more force than he'd needed to use.
Along with picturing Mittens Andrew was running through the entire incident in his head and each strike was fueled by some portion of the event or another. Perhaps Jorge hadn't meant to make him angry but Andrew had done a good job of getting that way. No wonder these guys came here to punch stuff. It felt pretty good and was especially effective for releasing anger in a way that was less damaging than using it on other people. Andrew tried to dial it back a notch, his more thoughtful side somewhat appalled by the violence. It didn't work that well.
Andrew stopped himself after one particularly vicious blow to what would have been Mitten's temple. Phew, that was more than he'd bargained for. He glanced over to Jorge apologetically. Issues and anger he had plenty of and that had assuaged some of them both for now.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 17:25:28 GMT -6
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They delved right into it after Andrew stretched out. Proper stance and the technique behind how to throw a decent punch flew by as Andrew worked at it. So maybe there was something to it. The repetitive motion was actually pretty relaxing. Similar to his baking but a lot more active. Andrew picked it up fairly quickly and what he didn't learn quickly he worked at until he did. Giving up just because something was difficult was not what Andrew did.
That said he just knew he would be feeling all this tomorrow. As the various punches went past Andrew thought of how he could put this to use. And when he got tired he'd just picture one of the various thugs he'd encountered. That helped keep him going until they took a break.
Andrew sat back on the bench and focused on getting his breathing in check. While he did he thought about the scars he's seen on Jorge. The man obviously hadn't had an easy career. Andrew wasn't going to pry here but he was curious. Of course since he'd divested himself of his t-shirt his own scars were showing too.
Two on his right arm. Both of these were slight. The one on his forearm looked a lot fresher than the one on his bicep though. The worst one however showed only a hint as it was on his back at the right shoulder and partially covered. It was however large and not particularly neat. Once he'd caught his breath Andrew stood back up, ready to get back to work or whatever Jorge might have in mind.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 15:38:42 GMT -6
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Well it was safe to say Andrew felt out of place. He just followed the detective. Once he was seated on the bench he listened to Jorge's statements and did as directed.
"Ok then."
Of course his attention eventually skewed from the task at hand, literally, to the other people in the room. Why this appealed to some people as anything more than a way to defend themselves boggled the college student's mind. He just wasn't an aggressive person. Yeah he got mad but it took a lot. Nine times out of ten even when he was mad it stayed bottled up. Oh well, to each their own. After all he liked to bake and was considering taking theater courses. Who was he to cast stones?
Once he finished wrapping his fists he looked over to the older man. He wondered what it had been like for Jorge, dealing with his mutation. This was hardly the place to talk about it but that didn't stop him wondering about it. No mutant had it easy but every story was different. Eh, he'd bug him about it some other time. Right now he was supposed to be learning how not to get his face pushed in.