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.
Okay, so before I give the final numbers for April, two disclaimers.
First, you guys were posting like rabid gerbils and I wasn't paying close enough attention and I lost some of the data; I don't have any numbers for posts made during a chunk of time from April 1-3. Sorry about that.
Second, the Character count includes both the MRO and AV versions of the character under the same entry.
Posted by Calcifer on Apr 8, 2017 15:33:01 GMT -6
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Calcifer watched Devon walk back inside, feeling mildly insulted and – surprisingly – a little disappointed. Going to “get new drinks.” Yeah. He knew an excuse when he heard one. Still, he was surprised that it affected him. Come to think of it, he wasn’t sure what he had expected to happen with the whole “hot” tub stunt anyway. It wasn’t like someone else, even a fellow mutant, could be comfortable at his temperatures. History had taught him that all too forcefully.
On top of everything, it was taking energy to burn. Normally this temperature would be easy to hold almost indefinitely, but the water was sapping the heat away almost as fast as he could generate it. He was just about to get out of the water when Devon returned, handed him a drink, and got in the water.
>>”The water’s hot, but great. How’s the drink?”
“It’s, um…. it’s great.” Cal stammered. Devon had gotten into the water. He’d called it great. He wasn’t screaming or jumping out of the hot tub with scalded skin. Instead, he was making small talk. As though he was comfortable.
Calcifer stared at the weather mutant, letting himself dwell on Devon’s bright blue eyes. He was the only thing visible in the dense cloud of steam and mist rising from the hot tub, cutting off the cityscape and enveloping the two mutants in their own private world.
For a minute, Calcifer just stared. He had half expected some kind of shenanigan from Devon, but a speedo? Wow. It…. didn’t conceal much. He was a little concerned that Devon had chosen the revealing swimwear to drink with him, but much more concerned at how he noticed just how well it suited the man. Cal had been able to tell that there was a toned body underneath Devon’s tight shirt before, but actually seeing it…
“Oh, um… yeah. Here.” Cal said, absent-mindedly handing his drink to Devon. Then he came to his senses and silently cursed himself for the mistake. Devon’s drink was back in the kitchen! He should get it himself! But it would be too awkward to take it back now. Besides, Devon had made another comment he needed to correct.
“Comfortable? That?” Calcifer pointed at the bubbling pool. “You may as well ask me to jump into a tub of ice.”
Still Devon went on, saying how it would get hotter (oh, god, was that a innuendo?) and how it would be great. Cal sighed and removed his gloves.
“Look, that thing will get up to… what? 100 degrees?” He held up a hand. “I’m at 170 right now, and I’m not even trying.” He shrugged and pulled off his hoodie. “Buuut, since you went to all the trouble of getting… um… undressed, I guess I’ll play along.” Cal’s shirt, boots, and pants came off with practiced motions. His eyes were on the ground as his hands went to the hem of his boxers.
“Though I’m afraid I didn’t come prepared to spend the night swimming with the cover model of playgirl.”
The boxers hit the ground. Cal straightened and faced Devon, nude, and paused. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of being seen naked, that was something he was used to by now. Hell, it wasn’t even the first time he’d spoken with Devon while in the buff. But the context this time made it seem…. weird.
Calcifer pushed the thought aside. “But if you want a hot tub, we’re going to do it my way.”
Heat flooded Cal’s body, banishing the cold of the night air. It was hardly a burn, barely even glowing, but it would be enough. Cal turned and stepped into the pool, the water boiling at his touch. He continued, steam rising around him, until he was waist-deep. Then he turned to Devon.
“This is a hot tub,” he said with a smirk. "If you think you can handle it."
Posted by Calcifer on Apr 1, 2017 16:40:22 GMT -6
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“Yeah, sure.” Calcifer shuffled in place, trying not to notice Devon’s obvious flexing. Truth was, he didn’t really care that much about all the “good” he was supposedly doing now with Haven. He was only concerned about that last part: he was getting paid. That and his new living quarters at the perpetually heated foundry made this one of the best deals he’d had.
The alcohol was nice, too.
The elevator doors opened and Cal followed Devon out into the opulent penthouse living room. He looked around at the extravagant furnishings and gave a low whistle. “Dude, save some money for the rest of us.”
Cal wandered over to the bar Devon had indicated. “Yeah, you go ahead and get comfortable,” he scoffed at the socialite’s comment, though not without a slight twinge of nervousness. He shrugged it away, shedding his own coat and draping it over a nearby chair.
The main bar was obviously for chumps; Calcifer went straight for the private cabinet. Why pass up on the opportunity? And it wasn’t like Devon wouldn’t be getting some, too. He opened the cabinet door and scanned it contents with an amateur eye, eventually picking out some expensive-looking rum. He returned to the island counter and poured two glasses.
The rum, he had to admit, wasn’t all that bad. The alcohol evaporated in his mouth, of course, but there was enough of a sugary taste to make it enjoyable. He finished his glass then poured another, carrying it with him as he left the kitchen and wandered into the living room.
“Hey, Cheekbones! You done changing into your evening gown yet?” He took a sip as he looked around then empty living space. Then something caught his eye. There was a strange, blue glow coming from under the doors at the back. Cal stared at them for a moment, then walked forward and slid one of the doors open.
Posted by Calcifer on Apr 1, 2017 14:04:28 GMT -6
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Oh god, that was awkward. Calcifer straightened himself and looked away, hoping his natural heat hid the blood rushing to his face after Devon’s comment.
It wasn’t as though he liked the weather mutant. Sure, Devon was good looking – even the most heterosexual guy could see that – and an incorrigible flirt, but Cal wasn’t gay. It was probably just the alcohol and the fact that it had been a long time since anyone had gotten friendly with him, which was for the best-
>>”You coming, Cal?”
Calcifer looked up. Devon was already at the elevator to the penthouse and beckoning.
“Yeah, yeah. Keep your pants on.” Cal hurried forward, then grimaced at his own choice of words. It’s just a figure of speech!
He rushed past the guards and whirled into the elevator, pressing the “Door Close” button in a rapid stutter. Graciously, the door obeyed, closing off the lobby and leaving Calcifer alone in the small compartment with Devon. He stood rigid, glancing down and to the side at the man next to him.
Posted by Calcifer on Apr 1, 2017 13:22:11 GMT -6
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Calcifer strode into the darkness toward Devon, gaining confidence as he walked.
“Hey man, don’t advertise if you’re not offering,” he smirked. “Otherwise you sound like a prick.”
Shadows merged with the long, black coat and engulfed Cal as he neared his boss. The distance closed quickly as Devon stopped to give Cal a psych eval. Calcifer just ignored most of it an continued walking; you didn’t work for Haven without getting a full analysis from its founder every other minute.
But then Devon said it.
Calcifer scowled and quickened his pace. No one brought up his past, no matter how well they paid him. He cut around Devon as the weather mutant turned to leave, blocking the doorway.
“Alright, let’s get one thing straight you little-“ Cal grabbed the front of Devon’s shirt as he spoke and pulled.
The action was intended to be one of intimidation, bringing Devon down to a position of vulnerability beneath Calcifer’s glare. What he hadn’t accounted for, though, was the fact that Devon wasn’t “little” at all: he was actually the taller of the two. And he had a similar build, which put physics on his side. Instead of remaining still while Devon was pulled beneath him, Cal instead felt himself being pulled forward. The surprise jarred his already impaired balance, and he stumbled forward, bumping into Devon’s chest while still holding his shirt.
He looked up at the founder. “I mean… um… heh,” Cal gave a short chuckle as he met Devon’s piercing blue gaze. “See? I can get close. Satisfied?”
Posted by Calcifer on Apr 1, 2017 11:48:54 GMT -6
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Wow. Calcifer knew Devon was a flirt, but this… he looked at Devon with an incredulously raised eyebrow… this was just weird. And a little bit awkward. And- though this could be the alcohol talking- a little bit flattering. Yeah, it was definitely the alcohol, because instead of reaching across the bar and decking his boss, Calcifer just chuckled dryly.
“You must really be desperate.”
He looked back at his empty shot glass while Devon searched the shelf behind the bar. He didn’t do relationships. They never worked out; they never could work out. And he certainly wasn’t interested in anything with a guy.
A bottle of neon green liquid thunked on the bar. Calcifer almost snorted in disdain at the sight of it; like he’d ever drink that soda-pop s***.
“Save your patronizing for your customers,” Cal said, rolling his eyes. His words were more snarky than angered. “F*** off.”
Oddly enough, Devon did, though with the promise of better drinks up at the penthouse. Calcifer shook his head. Still flirting, though now at the level of “drinks back at my place.” That boy-toy must really not be working out.
Cal turned back to the bar. He eyed the bottle of whiskey – tastless s*** - and wondered about what kind of drinks Devon had saved for his “Inner Circle.” Eh, probably more fruity nonsense like the bottle of glow-stick liquid he’d shoved at Cal. Although… with rum the sugar might at least have a chance to caramelize before burning away…
Ah, f*** it.
“Fine, as long as I don’t have to pay for that, too,” Calcifer called after Devon, shuffling off of the bar stool. “And don’t get your hopes up, pretty boy, you’re not exactly my type.”