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?
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Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 14:39:49 GMT -6
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"Morning Jorge."
Andrew stood from his seat and grabbed his gloves out of his bag. Jorge looked like he felt better than the last time he'd seen him. That was good. A grumpy detective was the last thing he wanted to deal with today. A smirk crossed Andrew's face as he thought about it and was soon gone. While Jorge took care of the signing in Andrew looked around. He'd never really seen the inside of a gym before.
In high school he'd been more academic and social than concerned about his physique. After his mutation had manifested itself he'd turned strictly academic. Even though he was making friends again now that still stuck with him. Andrew set himself a pretty strict study schedule. Sure he appreciated the ability to throw a punch, even more so now that he had when he was younger. But he preferred books and learning over such things.
He couldn't really think of anything to say at this point so Andrew just stayed quiet. Unlike the other day this wasn't a first meeting or anything. Andrew couldn't really think of anything to say or ask that wouldn't sound like he'd just pulled a topic out of thin air. Oh the joy of social awkwardness.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 1:29:19 GMT -6
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Andrew had bought a pair of boxing gloves. He'd called Jorge and they'd worked out a time that was good for both of them. Andrew was wearing a loose t-shirt with a tank underneath and a pair of shorts. He had a pair of pants he could change into after the work out in a bag. Andrew did not want to walk back into the mansion smelling like the gym.
Either way he'd found the place just in time and was waiting just inside for Jorge. Today Jorge meant to teach him how to defend himself. It was something he'd been meaning to get to for some time so he was glad the opportunity had presented itself. No more having to fear the alleyways he walked past. At least without good reason anyway. If a slobbering hell beast with fire and brimstone issuing from it's mouth resided in said alley that would be a good reason to be afraid. If Sam wasn't with him to cool the hotheaded mongrel down anyway.
Thought tangents aside Andrew was looking forward to seeing the older guy again. Friends his own age were great but sometimes you just wanted an older voice of reason. Or in this case humor, law, and water. Just this once Andrew skipped figuring out why he liked Jorge, chalked it up to the guy just being likable, and went back to waiting. Well waiting and daydreaming about what it might be like to have powers that could actually be of use or some decent fighting abilities. Maybe then he could do more than just be Sam's assistant. For now though this was all he could do to work up to that. Kealey had told him to do what he could. Since he couldn't do anything yet he'd just have to learn.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 0:45:03 GMT -6
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Andrew lurched forward a bit with that slap on the back. After Jorge thanked him again and stood up Andrew stood up as well. There really wasn't much else to say. Andrew need to get back anyway and like Jorge said, he was on duty.
"Not a problem. I'll probably give you a call soon."
Andrew shook hands with Jorge again. It really had been good meeting him outside of a scene. Who knew, maybe a few years down the road, with a miracle here and there, the two of them might work a scene side by side as cop and X-Man. It wouldn't happen but hey, a guy can dream.
"It was nice meeting you too, old man."
Andrew made sure there was plenty of friendly sarcasm in his tone of voice when he said old man. Jorge was hardly old but had just called Andrew a kid. Twenty years old wasn't a kid. There wasn't even a year left before his twenty first. Andrew had no idea what he'd do that day, presumably get drunk, but the point was that he was not a kid. In either case Andrew made his way back to the appropriate bus stop wondering where he could get his hands on some boxing gloves.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 3, 2010 0:05:37 GMT -6
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Jorge went into what Andrew termed advise and protect mode after Andrew made that last statement. The man was offering to teach him a few moves huh? Well he'd been wanting to learn something and here was an officer of the peace willing to teach him. It sounded like a good deal to Andrew. Any unintended insult the comments may have had didn't really hit Andrew that hard. He was well aware that he was weak. He was also well aware that he needed to not be weak because you never knew what would happen.
"Sounds like a plan to me. I gotta learn sometime." Andrew smirked again, "Do I really look like the type that's gonna go beat the stuffing out of people for no reason? Especially after having this conversation with a cop?"
Jorge then made a crack about his doctor killing him and Andrew laughed.
"Well then take one of the brownies with you and he'll be too busy eating to do so!"
Maybe Andrew should have gone to cooking school instead. If Kealey and Jorge's reactions were any indication he'd make a fantastic pastry chef. That would be yet another thing his parents didn't understand. Of course they didn't really know their son so it was perfectly reasonable that they wouldn't understand a good portion of his actions. His was a good family but not very close once you scratched the surface. Family aside, Andrew was glad to find another person to count amongst his friends.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 2, 2010 23:17:42 GMT -6
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He could only imagine the sorts of calls Jorge got. The guy was a detective in the MRC of the NYPD. Lord only knew what he saw on a daily basis. Still, Andrew smirked a bit. Jorge was kind of cool. The man asked Andrew whether he knew how to defend himself and Andrew just shook his head.
"Afraid not. Back in Kentucky there wasn't much call for it, at least for me. Up to now I haven't needed it. With everything that's happened of late though I've been meaning to learn."
Andrew didn't say why he wanted to learn. The cop would probably think it was the result of the encounter with Mittens and the other beatings that Andrew had alluded to. Partially that was right. More immediately though was the idea of learning to fight not to defend himself but others. Andrew didn't think he'd ever be good enough in any way to join the X-Men. However he could at least learn to fight in case the mansion got attacked or something and the kids needed protecting.
More and more he was considering it his home and that meant that he wanted to protect it. Especially now that he knew about the X-Men and knew what danger the place could be in. You could never be too careful. Some might argue that you could but they'd never lived with the constant threat of having their life turned upside down by a couple of words. Andrew would like to see them spend a month in his shoes and come out of it unscathed. Until they were physically threatened by them most people never realized just how many promises they made and broke.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 2, 2010 22:44:08 GMT -6
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"Don't be sorry. There is nothing you can do about it and I've been living with it for four years now. It sucks but I'm used to it.
Ah the old pity routine. It wasn't very surprising. People just didn't like to imagine living with his mutation. It wasn't easy but here lately, thanks mostly to Kealey hauling him to the mansion, it had gotten pretty tolerable. Andrew gave a soft sort of smile. Already he was getting pretty fond of the place and the people. That would have been a surprise a few months ago. He took the card offered to him with a look of surprise. Andrew had come to expect pity when he told people. He'd also learned to expect understanding from the people at the mansion. However he hadn't expected Jorge to actually give enough of a darn about him to do that.
"That's...thanks a lot."
Andrew paused for a moment just because he didn't know what to say.
"But ya know, it's not so bad these days. I've got some friends and a job lined up to help pay the college fees."
The statement was made in an incredulous tone of voice. Andrew still couldn't really believe it had all happened to him.
"Though next time I get trounced in an alley I'll give you a call."
Knowing Andrew's luck there would be a next time. He just had bad luck. Either that or he attracted thugs and miscreants. Maybe it was both? Oh who knew. Either way he'd be finding a way to protect himself sometime soon.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 2, 2010 21:47:11 GMT -6
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Well it was certainly a departure from his normal attire. Tonight was Halloween and Andrew had elected to go to a charity party being held in the park. Of course costumes were required. He hadn't know what to go as. On one hand he didn't want to be lazy but on the other hand he just didn't feel comfortable with any of the ideas he did have. With no idea of what he wanted to be for Halloween Andrew had gone to Kealey. After all she did costumes for the X-Men, even if she insisted on calling them uniforms.
Kealey had already been at work on her own costume at that point. Some character named Terezi from the webcomic Homestuck. Shin was going as someone called Karkat. She seemed to think Andrew would fit right in as someone named John from the same comic. She'd talked him into it, insisted on making the costume, and then gave him the web address for the comic. Said comic proceeded to eat up every ounce of Andrew's spare time for the next three days solid.
So by the time he'd gotten on the bus with Shin and Kealey to head to the party Andrew was understandably excited. Not that he showed it much except for grinning a lot. Between Shin and Kealey's Karkat and Terezi outfits and his own green suit for John they got plenty of looks on the bus. It was Halloween so costumes were expected. However unless they read Homestuck no one would have known who they were supposed to be. Andrew mostly ignored the baffled looks of the other passengers. He looking forward to having fun tonight.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 2, 2010 20:46:02 GMT -6
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Andrew gave Jorge a grin. So he was a couple of seconds off. That was still better than Andrew's own ability. Surely he could trust a cop with it right? Especially one like Jorge. Those other cops in the precinct no. This guy sure. He pushed down any rising panic before he responded.
"That's pretty cool. Better than my mutation anyway."
Yeah, he'd just come right out and said it. Surprisingly the only reaction he had was a slight case of nervousness. Andrew was getting better at this. It wasn't so terrifying anymore to tell people about himself. Sure he still freaked out when anyone mentioned the word promise in conjunction with his name but it was getting better bit by bit. Andrew put it down to the fact that he'd ended up telling so many people about it recently without any ill effect.
"I make promises. If I don't keep them I get hurt. There's a bit more to it than that but that's the gist of it. Well that and I get what amounts to a tattoo with each promise."
Andrew pulled off the glove on his left hand to show Jorge the mark around his wrist. A minute later he pulled it back on. No point in exposing it to the rest of New York City for too long. He'd meant it when he made that promise to Sveta and so far he hadn't broken it. Andrew wouldn't tell Jorge about that promise. He just didn't want to. Andrew knew by now that that was just the effect of the promise on him but still.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 2, 2010 18:12:45 GMT -6
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Now he was glad he'd done this. Jorge seemed like he really appreciated the sugar and caffeine. Andrew hadn't been too sure. Baking for Kealey was one thing because she was a good friend. Baking for a stranger was something else altogether. Nevertheless it seemed to have turned out well. Andrew shook Jorge's hand when it was offered. The detective then apologized for letting the thing with Mittens happen in the first place.
"It's alright. We're all alive and relatively unscathed so there's no point in apologizing for it."
Andrew paused and thought back to that brief moment when he'd been dropping through the air on a crash course with the man made surface slapped over top of mother earth. He shuddered just thinking about it. His mind turned then to what he'd seen of the detective during the whole thing.
"You can control water right?"
He remembered seeing some water hit Mittens shortly before the criminal had grabbed him. It had done so seemingly at the cop's command. Maybe the question was a bit abrupt but it had simply occurred to Andrew that he didn't know for certain. It was a pretty cool power to have, in Andrew's opinion. Better than his lame mutation anyway.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 2, 2010 11:22:16 GMT -6
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Andrew shook his head.
"No, unfortunately not. They're both humans. No too bad as far as humans go. They leave when I tell them to. One of them might have figured out that I'm a mutant though so I probably won't be staying there much longer."
Most of the time his roommates were tolerable. They left him to himself mostly and left when he told them to. They had their uses. They paid their portions of the rent on time and both had gaming systems that Andrew would not have been able to afford. He wasn't an avid gamer but occasionally it didn't hurt to play. Regardless, having the two of them around was worth the occasional pains they brought. It was a shame he'd probably have to move.
It would be difficult to find roommates that worked out quite as well as Craig and the other guy did. However if it turned out that Craig had worked out his status as a mutant then he'd have to move on post haste. Andrew would likely give it another day, just to see if the guy had figured it out. He tried to avoid thinking of the consequences of not acting soon. He'd just have a panic attack and that wasn't something he wanted right now. It would ruin the perfectly good confidence he had going. Since it wasn't something he normally had Andrew wanted to keep that feeling for as long as possible.
The apartment building was reached quicker than he'd thought and he climbed the stairs to his apartment with Ahorta in tow. One quick turn of a key in a lock and they were in. It appeared his roommates were out for the time being. That was a relief. Andrew didn't want to see either of them just now.
"Make yourself at home. The guys don't appear to be here."
With that he disappeared into the kitchen to get his groceries put away. The living room was simple and fairly clean for a college student's abode. There was a sofa and a couple of chairs grouped around a tv. The kitchen was through a doorway and four doors led off from the main room in various places. It wasn't much but it was close to campus and that was enough for Andrew.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 1, 2010 12:04:06 GMT -6
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Detective Cervantes apparently could not resist a parting shot to Clemens, whoever that was. It made Andrew grin wickedly for a moment or two. He could get to like this cop. They went outside the station and sat on the bench out front. It was good to be out of there. Annoying people aside the entire building made him nervous. Probably because the only time your average person went there was for something bad. Either they'd been implicated in a crime or were witness to a crime.
The detective apparently had needed the caffeine because he looked at that coffee as he lifted it out of the carrier as though it was the nectar of the gods. Come to think of it the guy did look a little haggard. Probably had a bad morning.
"Least I can do. I'm rather attached to breathing you know. It would have been pretty hard to do that if Mittens had pulped me or succeeded in staining the pavement with me."
The man took a bite out of one of the cinnamon rolls. It appeared he liked them. Good. Andrew saw no point in trying to persuade the cop that he hadn't baked them. He had and since they were no longer within the clutches of that circle of...did harpies come in male? Andrew didn't think so but that would work well for them anyway. Since they were no longer within the clutches of that circle of harpies Andrew was quite willing to admit that he'd baked them to a stranger that had saved his life.
"I'm used to stares. People who dye their hair and expect to not be stared at are deluding themselves."
Andrew gave a shudder at the thought of Mittens. If he never met that smelly handed ogre again it would be too soon. Though if he did meet him again he'd love show him exactly what he thought of him. He entertained a few sadistic thoughts before responding to the detective.
"Good."
When the detective offer his own handiwork back to him Andrew just raised a brow and pushed the bag back toward the other man.
"You look like you could use the sugar worse than I do. I'm Andrew by the way."
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 1, 2010 11:29:50 GMT -6
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The two of them hurried out of the grocery and Andrew watched Ahorta rush under the vent again. This time he didn't even flinch at it. Hardly noticed it at all except to notice that he hadn't noticed. Now that they were outside of the grocery again Andrew relaxed a little more. Out in the open where they could easily run if needed he didn't feel the need to be quite as vigilant. He glanced up the road toward his apartment.
"To my apartment I guess, to put these groceries away. I've got a couple of roommates that may or may not be around but we'll deal with them if they are about."
With the boost of confidence that Ahorta's presence and praise provided Andrew felt confident he could tell his roommates to shove it in no uncertain terms if they said anything. Ahorta was bright, even chipper perhaps, and Andrew felt like he could take on the world. Well at least a couple of annoying roommates if they presented themselves. The world was too much for someone like him.
Andrew started toward his apartment, glancing about every now and then to check the crowds. Confidence did not mean that he needed to get stupid an forgo little things like making sure they weren't followed. There were plenty of alleys between here and the apartment building. Any number of them could be filled with the worst sorts of people just waiting to stop Andrew and Ahorta. Vigilance would keep the two of them much safer during the short walk to his place of residence.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 1, 2010 2:10:58 GMT -6
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Glaring was something Andrew only did when he was putting on an act to keep people away. Anyone with any ability to read people could tell that there was no force behind it when that was what he used it for. The verbal barbs that the detective's coworkers were cruel enough to sling did sting. Enough that the glare he turned on them was a real glare, full of anger that Andrew mostly kept pent up. There was quite a lot of it there. Always the quiet ones they say.
And they got angry when someone attacked a cop. Detective Cervantes was a good example of why not all of them were bad but his coworkers...well Andrew wouldn't haul them away from a burning wreck.
However the detective beat him out with his glare. Once the snickering idiots were silenced the detective thanked him for his thanks. Andrew turned back to the detective and managed a smile.
"It maybe your job but you don't have to do it so..."
Andrew gave a shrug and the man's hand landed on one of his shoulders, steering him toward the exit. Good, he'd be glad to get away from the other officers anyway.
"Sounds good."
Andrew wanted very badly to say something cutting about how the scenery in the squad room could use some improvement or that the cockroaches were getting noisy again but Detective Cervantes might not like that so he stayed quiet.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 1, 2010 1:33:40 GMT -6
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He grinned. So she was merely a bit klutzy huh?
"Well apparently you're in good company since I couldn't managed to run without tripping myself."
Just then the cell phone she mentioned gave a soft beep and went dead. Verdy shoved it into her bag. Well now what to say? Talk about the weather? Ask about her mutation? Nope, mutation was waaaay too forward. Then she might ask about his mutation and it would just get awkward because he'd inevitably get nervous just like he was right now merely thinking about it. Weather it was.
"It's a beautiful day isn't it?"
Wow, that didn't sound like he was grasping for a topic at all. One more thing to put on the list of stuff to learn some day: how to talk to other people without sounding like a nervous fool. Surely it couldn't be that hard.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 1, 2010 1:04:43 GMT -6
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Why was this like trying to talk to your teacher about how you weren't paying attention in class because you were too busy noticing that the girl you'd been having classes with for years was in fact a girl? Oh right, because this guy had legal authority. He was just a guy, albeit a bit older than Andrew, but he was still an officer of the law and that made this ten times harder than it actually needed to be. He took a deep breath an held out the paper bag and the coffee carrier to the detective.
"Well I kinda figured I ought to do something in return. It's not much but coffee and snacks is the best I can manage."
Now that wasn't so hard. Never mind that the other cops were still there and Andrew was hyper aware of that. Never mind that the detective could claim sugar and coffee allergies and dump his gifts in the trash. Never mind that most of these thoughts were incredibly silly and he needed to stop thinking them right now. But he was sure those other cops were staring. Probably sizing up the stupid college kid who decided to be nice to the cop that saved his butt.
Since both his hands were full with the extended gifts he couldn't exactly fidget with those. However that didn't stop him from nervously bouncing one foot. Had he remembered to wear his glove? Sveta's promise mark was still there so he'd better have remembered it. Andrew's eyes darted to his left hand. Yes, he was wearing his glove. Honestly if his brain had been working he wouldn't have had to look. Didn't need the nice detective thinking he was some standard tattooed punk. Yeah maybe he dyed his hair impossible colors, blue with a couple of green streaks today, and wore gloves most of the time. His fashion choices aside, Andrew wasn't a punk. Though he likely looked like one to the room full of cops that wouldn't quit staring!