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 Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 8, 2012 5:20:25 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
“She’s just busy. She’ll be back again soon.”
The words comforted Kaitlyn first, but they lost some of their value by the eighth time she muttered it to herself. By the twenty-sixth time, she had a sinking feeling that there wasn’t any truth to it at all, but she kept saying it to herself anyway. Part of her hoped that if she kept saying it, it would start sounding true again, and she’d start to feel better. Every other part of her knew that after 31 calls, 6 voicemails, 14 text messages, and 22 increasingly frantic emails without a single response, something terrible must have happened to Lori.
Kaitlyn didn’t want to admit to anyone that she was worried, least of all herself. She'd spent the last several years convincing herself that she was tough, that these emotions simply didn't apply to her, couldn't exist within her. That’s why she stopped herself from asking everyone she saw if they’d seen Lori lately. The only person she’d asked was Lisa, about a week ago, and all she had to say on the matter was
“She’s just busy. She’ll be back again soon.”
The twenty-seventh time didn’t sound any truer either. It was the second time Kaitlyn had mumbled it to herself in the last few minutes, and it was starting to bother her how little those words did to make her feel better.
The Orderling had gone a month without even hearing from Lori, for three years of which she was utterly convinced that she killed the closest thing she had to a mother. But ‘mother’ barely did their relationship justice in Kaitlyn’s eyes; Lori had given Kaitlyn’s life a purpose. She’d promoted Kaitlyn from thinking of herself as “the biggest mistake her father ever made” to someone who could play a major role in making the world a better place for Mutantkind. Lori had given her food, clothes, a new home, and just about everything the girl could want, Kaitlyn had done just about everything for this woman short of sacrificing her own life.
Kaitlyn started to realize that lying in bed and staring at the ceiling for hours on end wasn’t the healthiest way for her to spend her time. Maybe she could go outside her room. Play a game of pool or two.
On the way to the Rec Room, Kaitlyn stopped by Lisa’s desk. She asked about Lori again, mentioned that she wasn’t answering calls. Or text messages. Or emails. Or voicemails. And Lisa…
Lisa just didn’t know what to do with Kaitlyn. She didn’t have time to deal with this. She didn’t want to deal with this. She didn’t know how to deal with this. Lisa was not qualified to break this kind of news to a kid, especially not this kid. She had a terrible feeling that attempting to do so would involve insurance claims in some capacity.
So she called Lenna. As soon as Kaitlyn was out of earshot, after promising to call Lenna “when she had a minute.” With luck, the secretary could convince the new, Adapted Order leader to explain what had happened. Things could get expensive if she didn’t.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Qualifications... a funny thought. Lisa called because she wasn't qualified to deal with kids like Kaitlyn, but the person she had called was even worse. When Lenna received the call, she made a sour face. She liked Kaitlyn. The girl was alright in her book. But only when it was a teacher / student relationship. She hadn't heard for Lori in a while, and Kaitlyn was asking questions. It seemed to her that what Kaitlyn needed right now wasn't a teacher, but rather, a mother. She wouldn't be able to give her that. The most she could do was mentor. Oh well. Lenna wrapped up the call with Lisa, and left her office for the recreation room. She would do what she could.
What could one say in this situation? The thought passed through the blond's mind as she walked. She hadn't ever had a mother (that she could remember). All she'd had was a mentor that was almost like a sister, and fellow assassins and bodyguards that were like siblings. She wasn't qualified to speak as if she was anyone's anything other than a friend... she wasn't qualified. She wasn't qualified. Ugh, this was getting her worked up. Before she knew it, she'd given herself stomach knots and naughty butterflies. Knotty butterflies. Whatever one called them. This sucked.
She shooed off an Orderling in the hallway as he looked her way purposefully, hands full of paperwork. "Call me later. I'm busy." She said.
He glanced over his shoulder, confusion mingling with annoyance in his eyes. What he'd had, he thought was important. For her to put him off...
Lenna didn't care.
As she entered the rec room, she took note that there weren't many people around. Either they'd gotten some secret memo, or sensed that now was not a good time to be nearby. The only person in the area was Kaitlyn, lingering by the pool table. The same one she'd decimated at some point in her history. Well, not the same, actually. Different. But in the same spot on the floor. Sort of. Maybe the old one had been an inch or two closer to the left...?
She was distracting herself with this thought as she approached the young girl from behind. It was a lot easier to think about that than to think about how she was going to tell the girl about Lori. She just wasn't qualified. Not qualified. All she'd ever had was a mentor... and well, technically, wasn't Kaitlyn's situation similar? Sort of? No? Maybe she could help her anyways...
Kaitlyn's name came out quietly. Lenna didn't want to startle her, so her voice was gentle. Just to get the girl's attention. She'd figure out what else would come out her mouth in a minute. For now, this was step 1.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 16, 2012 1:31:06 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
It wasn’t the first time Kaitlyn had played pool against herself. She didn’t mind. It was good practice. When she wasn’t playing against anyone, it was safe to practice the tricky shots.
Shots like this one. You see, if she put enough chalk on the cue, then hit the cue ball in the right spot, she could put draw and left English on it at the same time. That way, after it knocked the nine ball straight at the corner pocket, the cue ball would move to the left and bump the twelve into the side pocket. Just…
Bunf
Like…
Clack! Clink. Clack!
She messed up the shot. But she didn’t notice. “Hey, Lenna.” The adapted already had her full attention. “Do you know where Lori is? ‘Cause I’ve looked, but I haven’t seen her for like a month. Lisa said you’d prolly know.” The redhead sounded anxious, hopeful.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
"When I was a little girl, I lost my parents." Lenna began. "I didn't have much, but I did have a friend. She was like a role model, a big sister, and my best friend rolled all into one. She pretty much raised me... she could never replace my mother and father, but..."
Her hands rested on her legs, which she found had been folded closer to her body. Her finger fretted at a stray string on one of her jean legs. She stopped herself, so she could finish.
"At least I had something. Kaitlyn, I don't know where Lori is." She found her voice wavering, her mouth corners turned downwards. "And I can't promise to be a mother." She continued on, without stopping. "But regardless of what my limits are, I can at least be a role model, your big sister, and a friend."
She'd probably been wrong earlier when she'd thought they had nothing in common. The message she'd just given Kaitlyn would hurt. That, she knew. Because she'd had to deal with pretty much the same damn thing.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 27, 2012 3:53:03 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
There was only one reason Lenna could be talking about losing her parents, and Kaitlyn knew it. Lori was gone. She knew what Lenna was going to say about Lori before she could say it. But she didn’t want to accept it.
She just sat there for a while, in silence, not really staring at Lenna as much as through her. Her mind raced to find something, anything, that could give her even a sliver of hope. Lenna had already given up, but Kaitlyn couldn’t.
“Do you think…” her voice trembled. She stopped herself and scrunched her eyes closed for a few seconds, as if that could stop the crying. No dice. When she opened them again, a tear fell down her cheek. “Maybe someone kidnapped her?” She changed tactics, tried to ignore the offending water droplet, struggled to suppress her sobs. “So, she could still be… alive, but she just couldn’t answer anything?”
If she was kidnapped, there’d have to be a way to find where she was, and there’d have to be a way to get her back. And they’d have to do it, because it was Lori.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
"We tried that train of logic," She said. "But nobody in the Order is really good at detective work, and there was no trail to follow. We tried a lot of things. But, short of an adapted, there really isn't much that could kidnap Lori and live to tell the tale. We've got to figure something happened, we don't know what, and we've got to move on."
It sounded cold, she knew it did, but it was one of the only ways to respond that made sense for the Order. She couldn't just sit and wait for Lori to show up. And she'd tried finding lost people before. She was no detective. It was way easier tracking down people with targets on their head. Even when they hid, there was someone, somewhere, who saw something, and could get paid to say. With this, it was almost like she'd just wandered off and nobody had thought something fishy was up.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jan 16, 2013 15:27:21 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn started staring at the floor. A tear dripped off her cheek, gleaming for a moment in the fluorescent light of the rec room before landing on her lap.
“Okay,” her voice cracked. It was all she could manage to say. But it wasn’t ‘okay.’ Nothing was ‘okay’ for Kaitlyn right now. She wasn’t even sure if anything could be ‘okay’ again if Lori didn’t come back.
She said it again, more softly this time: “Okay.”
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
And just like that, Lenna knew 'okay' did not mean okay. No detective training or anything, really. She just knew. And she knew there wasn't much she could do to fix it. Just her best. Lenna put an arm on Kaitlyn's back, which she hoped was comforting, and not scary. In her best tone, she told Kaitlyn "If you need anything, I'm here. Even if it's to talk."
A lot of things would be changing with the Order, she knew. There would likely be power plays, and she would have to respond to them. She'd have to take up more responsibilities than she already had, and she would have to be a good face for the Order in New York. She was an Adapted, not a mutant, and she knew how crazy that looked. She knew a lot more than she was saying, because if she said it, Kaitlyn would just worry... and probably flip out. She was just a little girl, after all. Right now, a big sister would probably help. If she told her too much, what kind of a big sis would she be?