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 Andrew Leroy on Sept 30, 2010 22:05:03 GMT -6
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Andrew walked down the street with paper sack in one hand and a carrier with two cups of coffee in the other. Since he'd already seen to thanking Kealey and quizzing her over her being there he'd decided to do something for the cop that had dragged him back in the window. Detective Cervantes was the name he remembered. It had taken a couple of phone calls and one overly perky phone operator to find out where he needed to go but he had done so. After that he'd gathered up some ingredients and got baking.
The results of that baking session were in the paper sack. It was a mix of cookies (chocolate chip since most everyone likes them), brownies (standard chocolate), and cinnamon rolls with icing. Hopefully the detective would like them. Cops liked baked stuff right? After all they supposedly scarfed down doughnuts all the time. Alright so Andrew knew next to nothing about actual cops. He'd never had anything to do with them before the whole Mittens incident.
The building was after came up on the right and Andrew entered. He had to explain his errand to the woman at the front desk but eventually they let him back into the squad room. Oh boy the place was packed. Now he was nervous. Andrew scanned the room and picked out the officer responsible for his continued breathing and slowly made his way up to his desk, ignoring the questioning looks he got from the other officers in the room.
"Um, hello Detective Cervantes. You may not remember me but you saved my life the other day with that Mittens character and I just wanted to say thanks."
He probably couldn't have sounded any meeker if he tried. Andrew waited, coffee and paper bag in hand for the rough looking detective to acknowledge him.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 30, 2010 15:43:15 GMT -6
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During Ahorta's transaction the cashier seemed nervous. Not surprising. Normal folks would likely be put off by Ahorta's manner. Andrew smiled at the woman, attempting to calm her down. They didn't need another incident. Andrew was feeling uncharacteristically brave and would likely attempt to fight if it came to it. However he didn't really want that so he smiled to ease the cashier's mind. Ahorta's billfold drew Andrew's attention but he recalled her mutation and realized that it made sense. Anything else probably wouldn't last long.
As he thought about it he came to the conclusion that perhaps in some ways he was lucky. Sure his mutation wasn't good for much but as long as he remembered to keep his trap shut and not break any promises he did make it was fine. The single promise he had at the moment sprang to mind. As it did he found himself reluctant to speak. It wasn't a surprise, just his mutation making sure he kept quiet about a certain person's mutation.
Ahorta's question about whether he wanted candy broke the momentary hold on his speech. Andrew shook his head.
"No thanks."
His eyes swept the store again and then focused back on Ahorta and the cashier. Andrew smiled nice and casual-like, hoping that his refusal had brought the cashier a little bit of peace.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 29, 2010 18:15:45 GMT -6
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Andrew gave another smirk. One of these days he'd learn. This woman was generally right when she said something. Even if he couldn't quite believe it himself well, it couldn't hurt to give it a shot. After all, she was out there facing down Mittens and a room full of gunmen and she admitted she was weak. Maybe he could do something if he tried. One step at a time though. No point in putting himself out there to get smacked around without a little preparation first. Learning to fight would be a start.
"Jeez, I ask you to come to answer a few questions and end up moping. Some friend I am."
This time Andrew smiled genuinely. It would likely be a while before he felt like he could tackle anything himself but Kealey had a point. If he didn't try then he wouldn't know.
"Thanks. You know, for some random blonde I met in a game store you're a pretty good person."
Andrew paused to smirk again.
"Now, anything else we need to cover before we break up this pity party I unwittingly convened?"
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 29, 2010 16:19:43 GMT -6
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Oh she'd called him on it. And blast him he was going to answer wasn't he? Yeah, yeah he was. This was Kealey. He couldn't lie to her and apparently he couldn't say no to her either. He didn't want to tell her. It wasn't the place that was the problem. It was simply that he didn't want to let her worry about his issues. Oh well.
"No fooling you. Don't know why I even tried."
Andrew smirked.
"What's the point in doing what you can if what you can do is essentially zero? What then?"
That was Andrew's concern. He hated feeling like he had during the incident with Mittens. Scared dead weight about summed it up and he hated it. Yet he didn't exactly see what good he could do anyone either. Sure he could make a good brownie or torte but what good was that in the long run?
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 29, 2010 14:26:56 GMT -6
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The man eventually left and Andrew relaxed. Ahorta's praise still rang in his ears and his body language reflected the happiness it had brought him. He was calm and he looked it, though he still looked around now and then for any further threats. It was not lost on Andrew how quickly his moods had changed during this encounter. Caution had given way to panic and panic to calm.
Ahorta was strange. She spoke and acted oddly. Yet some of what she said made more sense than the rest of the world ever did. He had no idea what to expect from her and while that would scare him in most people he was fine with it around Ahorta. He actually trusted her.
She went on to say something about rats and cheese. Andrew sort of grinned at the statement. The thought of all those cartoon mice having heart attacks from the cheese they'd stolen was amusing in a way. Never mind why Ahorta had brought it up. Other conversations had probably taken stranger turns than that before. He stayed quiet though, not knowing what to say to follow up at statement like that. Plus, he still wanted to keep tabs on the other people around in case someone else set Ahorta off.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 29, 2010 11:56:16 GMT -6
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Andrew gave a chuckle at Kealey's description of this Aurum fellow. He definitely sounded interesting. Kealey seemed fond of him at least. After a few moments of quiet Kealey addressed his statement. Make your own luck and do what you can huh? Sound advice, even if Andrew didn't quite believe it was possible for him to be anything but useless. Someone with a use didn't get snatched by a criminal and used as a human shield. His shoulder rose and fell in a shrug and Andrew grinned at Kealey.
"To each their own."
He'd do what he could and leave the rest to the heroes. Andrew drained the rest of his water. In the end that was all he could do. If he were to compare this to a movie he'd say that people like Sam and Shin were the stars and he was just extra number three. Andrew glanced out the window again.
"I think that pretty much covers everything. I'll let you get back to whatever you need to now."
His problems were his own, he didn't need to burden Kealey with them. She had enough on her plate without him dumping his issues on her to fix.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 28, 2010 21:55:44 GMT -6
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Almost as good? Almost? Andrew was almost insulted. He was darn good at his baking thank you very much.
"I'll have to meet this guy some day."
Andrew sat quietly as Kealey described her decision to join the X-Men. It was almost creepy how close she came to his own feelings. What good would he be? Andrew honestly couldn't think of a single instance where his pathetic power would be useful. Kealey had her uses. She'd kept himself and his fellow hostages from doing something stupid and he figured she'd kept their captors confused. What could he do though? Go undercover or something? That would be ridiculous. He envied her that usefulness. In a fight he was useless and it wasn't as though he could do much outside of a fight either.
"I can understand that. Honestly I sort of envy you that chance to help out."
Had he just said that? Oh crap he did. Kealey seemed to make him run at the mouth like that. Oh well, not point in covering it up. He grabbed a bottle of water, twisted the cap off, and took a drink. Let her make what she would of that statement.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 28, 2010 21:06:51 GMT -6
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Andrew blinked a couple of times. She really went all out for these uniforms of hers didn't she? Well at least these X-Men were as safe as she could make them. Though he did have to wonder about the gold thread and jewels. Did the person manipulate jewelry or something? Andrew chuckled when she made the comment about heroes.
"Glory, sparkles, pain, responsibility, danger. It's a great job if you're into that sort of thing."
She likely knew the risks a lot better than he did so he left the rest of his reasons against it in his mind. Of course it did feel great when things went right. Andrew turned his attention elsewhere. Namely to Kealey's grabbing of a second brownie.
"Enjoying the brownies then?"
Over all the questions had gone fairly well. Andrew couldn't think of any more off of the top of his head. With other mutants out there ready and willing to use their powers for things that were less than savory he could understand the need for something like the X-Men. It was the sort of thing he might do, if he were capable of it that is. He wasn't and he knew it though. Still, why did Kealey do it? Her powers weren't exactly great for combat either. They'd proven useful with Mittens but still...why?
"Another question, why'd you join them?"
Might as well go for broke if you're just blurting out every question that comes to mind.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 27, 2010 21:26:20 GMT -6
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Andrew nodded. Kealey had known what he was getting at and told him bluntly that they didn't take the lives that depended on them lightly. That was good. It was the only place most of them had. Andrew supposed that was true enough for him too. Sure he could go out into the rest of the world but not even his parents knew about what he was. Andrew had gone to great lengths, until recently, to keep anyone from knowing. It only made sense to him to shield himself from people that would likely love to get their hands on his mutation.
That was still mostly true but it didn't scare him as much as it once had to tell someone about it. With his concerns for safety allayed Andrew was free to grin at Kealey's affront over the use of the other word costumes instead of uniforms.
"And uniforms? What are you running an army here or something?" he said with a good natured chuckle, "Sounds to me like you're trying to dress up the fact that you dress up and play heroes."
A clear smirk settled over Andrew's lips. He hadn't taunted someone like that in a while and it felt good to have someone he felt like he could do that with. Though, using the word heroes had brought back that moment in the grocery with Ahorta and he could understand why they did it. It felt very good to help others out. Maybe if his mutation wasn't so useless he'd offer to help them out. As such he'd have to be content with remaining on the civilian side of things.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 27, 2010 20:46:50 GMT -6
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So they were a militant group of mutants who tried to save the day as a way of showing the world that being a mutant didn't mean you were evil? Had he walked into some sort of superhero tv show when he wasn't looking? It sound ridiculous but Kealey had spoken with such sincerity that he could only believe her. Andrew thought back over all of his experiences here already. Looking them over with that tidbit did sort of cast them in a new light. It helped him connect the dots so to speak.
"So Sam is what? Some kind of leader or something?"
Because he certainly didn't seem like the sort of guy to run a school or work at one.
"And you make costumes for the team right?"
Andrew almost laughed. Even just asking those questions felt silly. While he was having a good mental chuckle at the images his mind was conjuring the more rational side of his mind was having a good think and broadsided him with something that deserved real consideration. Did they have any enemies? Could he expect to be in danger just by being associated with them? The humor went out of him at that thought.
"Enemies. Do the X-Men have any?"
Because if being around here was going to earn him more situations like yesterday then he'd have to have a good think. Andrew loved it here and he was equally fond of the people. However he didn't want to get drawn into more scuffles like with Mittens on a regular basis. At least not without some ability to keep himself relatively intact. He didn't like having to rely on other people for that.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 27, 2010 20:09:11 GMT -6
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Inwardly he smirked a little that she reached for a brownie. It really did feel good to see his baking appreciated. Even if he wasn't entirely willing to claim it as his to anyone but a select few. Kealey answered that question and he mulled over the answer. So the X-Men, a name he'd heard on the lips of some cops including the detective that had pulled him back in the window, worked with the cops sometimes. That was just about right on the money as far as he'd figured.
"Alright, what are the X-Men and how does this place tie in to them?"
Maybe the emotions from the other day were carrying over and making him ask such direct questions. Andrew preferred to think that it was because he was comfortable enough around Kealey to get right to the point. As to the question, they were getting to the real meat of the conversation. He wanted to know just what he'd put himself near.
Andrew didn't think that Kealey would be involved with anything unsavory. They were working with the cops after all. Whatever the X-Men were they couldn't be that bad. Unless the school and good actions were just a cover for something more sinister. He didn't want to believe that but...it was a possibility.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 27, 2010 19:26:05 GMT -6
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Andrew turned from looking out the window when he heard the footsteps. There she was, right on time. The blonde settled in an arm chair and got right down to business. Andrew appreciated that. He motioned to the snacks and drinks first though.
"Feel free to grab whatever you like if you're hungry or thirsty."
He took a breath before he let loose with his thoughts.
"So, first question, what were you and Ghost doing there at all? The cops didn't react like you were unexpected heroes or something of that sort."
His voice wasn't that of someone who felt betrayed. Andrew didn't feel betrayed. He understood the need for secrecy in some matters. He just hadn't expected to find out in precisely that manner. No one expects to be a hostage and then to be saved by their friend. This wasn't a big deal, it was simply that he was curious why someone like Kealey would be out saving lives. If he were to guess then they, and possibly others, were on call to the police for bad situations involving mutants. But that begged the question of why? Was Sam involved? Kealey had said that he was her boss. Given his new perspective on her he wondered if that meant something beyond her library job.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 27, 2010 17:30:56 GMT -6
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Answers were the best solution to questions. After the hostage situation he had a lot of those. Maybe other people wouldn't question it but when your new empath friend, at least he hoped he could count Kealey a friend, helps save you from a hostage situation and the cops don't seem all that surprised about it you end up with questions. Namely why was she there at all and the what these X-Men were. As such Andrew had told her point blank once everything was over that he'd be asking her about it later.
Well now counted as later. Andrew had asked Kealey to meet him in the living room so they could discuss it. He'd brought up some of the things he'd baked last night after he'd returned to the mansion so they'd have something to snack on. Brownies, cookies, and some various pastries sat on a plate and he'd brought some water and a few sodas as well. You'd have thought he'd been preparing for visitors instead of a possibly awkward conversation about hostage situations and people being there that shouldn't.
Andrew had seated himself on the sofa and was staring out the window. Any amount of time that he had to wait for Kealey allowed him further time to marshal his thoughts. Certain questions were more important than others. Plus he had no doubt that some answers would just lead to more questions. What sort of place had he stepped into? Questions of that sort swirled around in his mind as he sat, outwardly seeming to contemplate the grass outside the window.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 27, 2010 10:38:19 GMT -6
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Andrew gave a nod.
"Nice to meet you too."
Now he had a name to put to her it was a little less awkward. Verdy seemed like a slightly strange name but he was dealing with mutants here. Strange names were par for the course. Strange names, strange people, strange abilities. This whole place reeked of strange and that was probably one of the reasons he was comfortable here. After all he was hardly normal either.
"If I may ask, why did you fall in the first place?"
That was mostly curiosity on his part. And a wish to avoid whatever land feature had caused her to trip. Last thing he wanted to do was trip up again.