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 Rupert Kelley on Oct 7, 2007 0:41:01 GMT -6
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Distant relatives, huh? That wasn’t nearly as interesting as her reaction to the phrase ‘mutie criminals’. He watched emotions chase themselves over her face, unable to peg them down before they were gone again. They weren’t happy, that was for sure. He wondered if her distant relatives might be a little less troublesome after a visit to the registration center.
”Huh? Oh! Uh, my family owns a rescue and rehab center in the mountains, so I work with grumpy animals every day. At least, I usually do. I’m supposed to be on vacation right now, but I have yet to actually relax.....”
Rupert chuckled. “Funny how that works, isn’t it? The last day I had off...” He leaned back on the rock, his eyes rolling up as if searching through his memories. “...I got to save a mutie from a misunderstanding with some beat officers, my dog helped me get a beautiful woman, and I got broccoli soup dumped on my head. All in all,” he finished with a grin, “not very relaxing. You just have got to take moments off when you can.” He glanced back swan-ward. “...And hope nature itself isn’t conspiring against you.” He sighed dramatically, glancing back at the blonde woman. “I don’t really sing that badly, do I?”
Coming back to what she’d said earlier, he asked conversationally, “Rescue and rehab? That’s very noble of you. How long until your vacation ends, and it’s back to the ‘grumpy’ critters?”
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Oct 7, 2007 21:25:09 GMT -6
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“Funny how that works, isn’t it? The last day I had off I got to save a mutie from a misunderstanding with some beat officers, my dog helped me get a beautiful woman, and I got broccoli soup dumped on my head. All in all, not very relaxing."
Iris gave him a quizzical glance. "All in one day?"
" You just have got to take moments off when you can. And hope nature itself isn’t conspiring against you.”
"It's not nature's conspiring that worries me...." she remarked huffily. Nature and its creatures, for the most part, had been kind to her in life. It was the humans and mutants that she was constantly finding herself at odds with....
“I don’t really sing that badly, do I?”
She smiled and shrugged. "To be honest, I wasn't really paying attention, so it couldn't have been that bad. And you can't go by them," she meant the swans. "Swans, geese and ducks are tone-deaf."
She paused in thought for a moment as one of his statements replayed in her mind. "So you helped a mutant? What department are you in? No offense, but most of the NYPD I've had contact with are not exactly.... um.... well.... you know."
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Oct 8, 2007 15:46:20 GMT -6
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"All in one day?"
Rupert just grinned at her expression. “All in one hour, actually. Let’s not even get into the rest of the day.” As for the ducks and tone-deafness: that was certainly a unique response. He was pretty sure it translated to ‘your singing might not stink’.
"So you helped a mutant? What department are you in? No offense, but most of the NYPD I've had contact with are not exactly.... um.... well.... you know."
Rupert gave a half-shrug. “I’m not exactly...” he trailed off deliberately, copying her awkward silence. “But the kid hadn’t done anything wrong yet, and the scene would have escalated if we’d tried to bring him in. Mutants are like...” he fished in the air for a metaphor, spinning his hand in a circle. His inspiration finally came from one of the brawls in Central Park, a while back. “...Like blizzards. If you can, it’s smart to just stay inside and avoid them. If you can’t...” He shrugged. “Then you’ve got to be prepared for you and anyone around you to—to get hurt.” He’d almost said ‘to die’, but that was pretty heavy for a random conversation. “I’m with Mutant and Mutant-Related Crimes. One of the things I’ve been learning... not all of them need arresting.” Those words felt dirty coming out of his mouth. He tried to wash the taste away with a little add-on: “The registration act should help things—we can pin-point which of them are actually doing the crimes now. We can just deal with the freaks that need dealing with.”
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Oct 8, 2007 16:25:48 GMT -6
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“All in one hour, actually. Let’s not even get into the rest of the day.”
Iris's eyebrow rose in surprise at that. That must have been something to see....
Rupert gave a half-shrug. “I’m not exactly...” She smiled and matched the shrug as he matched her trailing off. Fair enough, fair enough. She couldn't blame him for any unpleasant feelings, especially since she was fairly sure that he, as an officer, no doubt would have seen the worst side of the human-mutant relationship.
“But the kid hadn’t done anything wrong yet, and the scene would have escalated if we’d tried to bring him in. Mutants are like... ...Like blizzards. If you can, it’s smart to just stay inside and avoid them."
She resisted the urge to gulp at that description; she suddenly wondered if Rupert had run across her handiwork in the park when she was kidnapped the first time.....
"If you can’t... Then you’ve got to be prepared for you and anyone around you to—to get hurt.”
Her eyes and shoulders drooped slightly, and she frowned again. "I suppose so...." Unconsciously she clenched her fists.
“I’m with Mutant and Mutant-Related Crimes. One of the things I’ve been learning... not all of them need arresting. The registration act should help things—we can pin-point which of them are actually doing the crimes now. We can just deal with the freaks that need dealing with.”
"Registration?" She hadn't meant for it to sound like a question, but that's how it came out. To cover her slip, she added, "How is that going to work, anyway?" She wasn't really interested, except perhaps to avoid it. But she hoped it might distract him a bit.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Oct 8, 2007 17:28:07 GMT -6
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"Registration?" He looked up at her questioning tone--she seemed surprised by the subject. Like she hadn't been following it in the news with baited breath, ever since the bill had first been introduced to Congress. Rupert felt oddly distanced from this blond haired young woman in front of him. How nice it must be, to live in a circle of the world that didn't have to pay the fullest attention to these things. That she could... meant that the Mercy Task Force and the NYPD were doing their jobs. He took a strange sense of satisfaction from her lack of knowledge. "How is that going to work, anyway?" Her questions had interest behind it--the sort of forced interest of one who doesn't have a better subject to talk about, so they'll stick with the current one. She might truly want to talk about registration. Rupert certainly wasn't getting that impression, though.
He knew something that was guaranteed to catch even the average, news-phobic citizen's attention. With a bit of a sly smile, he replied; "Oh, it'll work wonderfully. The US Government has seen fit to grace us with combat robots." He left the hook dangling in the air between them, daring her to remain uninterested.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Oct 8, 2007 17:46:09 GMT -6
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"Oh, it'll work wonderfully. The US Government has seen fit to grace us with combat robots."
"Combat robots?" Again she repeated him; it seemed to be a developing habit when she was confused. And again she tried to cover herself with another statement. "I guess you must be expecting some resistance."
She felt silly for saying it; she knew for a fact that most of the mutants she'd met so far would not take kindly to being forced to register. Well, at least the school was no threat to police, so it should be safe.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Oct 8, 2007 17:55:51 GMT -6
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Rupert stood completely still for a moment. Then he snorted a laugh. "'Resistance'? That would be an understatement." Unconsciously, his hand went back to his side, covering over his scar as he talked. "We've had just three of the freaks slaughter just about everyone who tried to stop them. Two of those were just teenage girls--a few years younger than you are. We're talking about going after every mutant in the country. They're all being given a chance to register voluntarily. The ones who don't... 'Resistance' doesn't even begin to cover it." He smiled, but he wasn't looking at her. His eyes were focused on something dark, in the distance past her shoulder. "This time, we can actually deal with them. Any cop that goes down... we'll catch the freaks that did it."
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Oct 8, 2007 18:22:24 GMT -6
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"'Resistance'? That would be an understatement. We've had just three of the freaks slaughter just about everyone who tried to stop them. Two of those were just teenage girls--a few years younger than you are. We're talking about going after every mutant in the country. They're all being given a chance to register voluntarily. The ones who don't... 'Resistance' doesn't even begin to cover it."
Every mutant?? In the country??
"This time, we can actually deal with them. Any cop that goes down... we'll catch the freaks that did it."
For several moments Iris didn't say anything. Even in her short time at the Mansion, she had developed the impression that most of the residents had something to hide. She doubted all of them would willingly step forward to be branded. For that matter, she wasn't planning on it.
She forced back the chill inching down her spine.
"But so many mutants look like normal humans. How are you going to be able to tell the difference? The robots might end up attacking the wrong people."
She noticed the faraway look in the man's eyes. Iris wondered what tragedy he was reliving at that moment, and if it had something to do with his breathing problem.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Oct 8, 2007 19:11:23 GMT -6
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If Iris was silent longer than usual, Rupert didn’t notice it. He was rather wrapped up in his own silence. Her question drew him back from his thoughts.
"But so many mutants look like normal humans. How are you going to be able to tell the difference? The robots might end up attacking the wrong people."
He looked down at the ground, his eyes focusing. When he looked back up, there was a cracked smile on his lips which did not touch his eyes. “Trust me, Iris, we’ll know. If mutants could just deny what the hell they are, and blend in with humanity, the Registration Bill would have never been passed. They can’t. For a time, maybe—for years, with some of them—but they can’t hide amongst humans forever. You know why? Because they aren’t human. They’re something else.” He shifted his gaze to the right, staring at a mourning dove that had come to perch upon a bolder, some twenty feet off. “I’m not saying they’re all bad. They seem pretty damn loyal to each other, and its not like they’re animals—they can feel. But none of them give a damn about humans.” He realized what his hand was doing, and roughly shoved it into his coat pocket. The dove glanced up, startled, before deciding he was no threat. It went back to preening under one soft gray-white wing. Its feathers had the faintest of rose highlights, like the breath of a sunset. “Some of them say they do. But those ones... they’re the worst. They’ll say it in the same breath they threaten to kill you in. They’ll say it when they’re stained in our blood. I’ll take a mutant who knows they hate us to one of those freaks that gives us—gives us their damn pity. Like we’re inferior, because we don’t have the power to end lives with a stray thought.” The dove glanced to the sky. With a curl and a release, it threw itself into the air. Rupert finally looked back at Iris. “We’ll make the registration stick. You leave that up to us. The ones that look human—we won’t get them all at first. But we will get them. They can’t deny what they are.”
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Oct 8, 2007 19:45:38 GMT -6
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“Trust me, Iris, we’ll know. If mutants could just deny what the hell they are, and blend in with humanity, the Registration Bill would have never been passed. They can’t. For a time, maybe—for years, with some of them—but they can’t hide amongst humans forever. You know why? Because they aren’t human. They’re something else. I’m not saying they’re all bad. They seem pretty damn loyal to each other, and its not like they’re animals—they can feel. But none of them give a damn about humans. Some of them say they do. But those ones... they’re the worst. They’ll say it in the same breath they threaten to kill you in. They’ll say it when they’re stained in our blood. I’ll take a mutant who knows they hate us to one of those freaks that gives us—gives us their damn pity. Like we’re inferior, because we don’t have the power to end lives with a stray thought.”
The longer Rupert spoke, the larger the knot in her gut grew, and the harder it was to keep her expression blank.
He was serious! True, she agreed that they were not humans; at the moment she would give almost anything to be a normal human, with normal human worries. But cold-blooded killers? Not all them were. That would be like saying humans were all serial killers, or that all dark-skinned people were gang members or terrorists. To her humans were no more inferior than mutants were superior.
She began scratching at her shoulder nervously. The gems in her back began itching a bit, especially the new one in the center. It took conscious effort not to bring attention to them.
"We’ll make the registration stick. You leave that up to us. The ones that look human—we won’t get them all at first. But we will get them. They can’t deny what they are."
She did not like where this conversation was going at all....
As it departed, the dove behind her called out. The haunting coo startled Iris, and she jumped slightly. She gulped and rubbed her arms, trying to smooth the goosebumps.
"Um, s-sorry. Th-that noise always gives me goosebumps. K-kind of reminds me of a horror movie noise." She hoped her expression came across more as embarrassment, rather then the ice cold dismay it was.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Oct 8, 2007 20:15:35 GMT -6
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Rupert turned his head to watch the dove fly, its low note filling his ears.
"Um, s-sorry. Th-that noise always gives me goosebumps. K-kind of reminds me of a horror movie noise."
He looked back at the blond haired woman, with a slight grin—an honest grin—for how much the dove had startled her. His behavior probably hadn’t helped loosen her up, either. He pushed off from the boulder he’d been leaning against, and gave an apologetic shrug. “Sorry about the scpheal—I’m not the best at leaving office work at the office.” He offered out his hand to her. “You’ve probably got places to be. It was nice meeting you, Iris.” He flashed a grin. “And a pleasure fighting the Ugly Ducklings with you.” It was probably about time he left, before he made the woman any more uncomfortable with his rantings.
...It was probably time to call up his therapist again, and schedule his next appointment.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Oct 8, 2007 21:29:40 GMT -6
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“Sorry about the scpheal—I’m not the best at leaving office work at the office.”
She shrugged. "Not surprising. You know, considering...."
“You’ve probably got places to be. It was nice meeting you, Iris. And a pleasure fighting the Ugly Ducklings with you.”
She put on a smile and shook his hand politely. "Same here, Rupert. See you later...." She wasn't really paying attention, thus the generic goodbye. Her mind was whirling.
Combat robots as enforcers?? That could tell a human from a mutant?? And the police were expecting resistance, and were ready to retaliate.
She retraced her steps to the entrance of the gardens. A need to return to the Mansion flooded through her, but at the same time, she wasn't ready to see anyone. Not yet.
She clicked her tongue thoughtfully. Maybe, if no one saw her, that would suffice.....
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Oct 8, 2007 22:06:24 GMT -6
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Rupert watched her go. He felt a bit guilty--she seemed upset, and he wasn't dense enough to delude himself that it wasn't his fault. His finger twirled the volume back up on his ipod. "A Long December" by Counting Crows was playing.
"If you think that I could be forgiven... I wish you would"
After a moment, he flicked the power button off. He really didn't feel in the mood for music at the moment. The conversation had left images in his head--strange images, skewed in perspective, through the eyes of a man lying against the cold November concrete of a New York street. He wiped at the corner of his mouth. The phantom taste of blood faded.
It was just him, and the only thing he was seeing was Iris’ back as she walked away. It was summer now. The ground was warm, and the only thing he’d seen when he was lying on it was the wooden planks of a fishing dock above him and an angry swan duo approaching. He straightened out his coat, and started the walk home.
The dove perched in a birch tree, and began preening again.
Posted by wittyjack on Oct 15, 2007 20:41:52 GMT -6
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Kyle had gotten bored with his hotel room, and all the entertainment his laptop, salvaged from Eckman's base, could provide. He hadn't found any interesting leads, though he'd stopped by Insomniacs Anonymous a few times to linger and see what he could glean from either Lucy, her mother, or any one else who happened to be there. He'd gotten nothing. It alarmed him that he had repeatedly gotten lost in someones head and had to give up attempting to transfer anything. What was wrong with him anyway?
Kyle had decided to do the tourist thing and explore. He'd stuck some money in his wallet, which was secured to his person by his favorite triple layered wallet chain, grabbed his "old" ipod, and gone wherever the day would take him. He had switched back to his old ipod, not because he wasn't finding anything interesting in the music he had swiped from Rupert, but just because he wanted to have the pleasure of knowing his way around his music collection, and enjoying his 'old favorites' that he had collected over the years. Prominent among them was the music of Tom Petty. Kyle smiled. That man was a music god. He had been pleased to find an abundance of Petty's music (he wasn't sure if it was all of it, he hadn't checked that carefully) in Rupert's music collection.
While listening to his '25 most played' list, he wandered his way toward Long Island Botanical Gardens. He'd been all over that morning, and figured since he'd never been to any place even remotely like it, he ought to take a look. Of course, upon spotting a familiar cop, he stopped short, still a ways away from Rupert and the girl he was talking to. Kyle wasn't close enough to hear them, especially with his music still pumping into his ears, and he found he really didn't care what they were talking about. A far more amusing thought had crossed his mind. Rupert had given him a lot of new music. Perhaps he should return the favor.
Kyle watched Rupert, putting himself a little more out of sight for this venture, which would probably take a moment. He focused on Rupert's ipod and, once having gotten a 'hold' of Rupert's music collection, deleted every single song. The thought made him grin. Then, he gathered up his own ipod song collection and made a copy of it all in his head, switching it over to Rupert's as soon as he was confident that everything had copied properly. Rupert would get a nice surprise the next time he pushed the play button. With that thought brightening his mood, he slipped into the Botanical Gardens without ever bothering to let Rupert know he was there.