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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
It felt good to be running again. The reason was a little less than pleasant, though.
"Stop. STOP! The street is that way!" Figures. Put the kid down for long enough to buy a coffee and off he runs, straight into danger.
Rhys, white-haired and rabbit-eared, dodged through bystander's legs without issue. He wasn't that fast, but he was small and had no shame, dodging through ladies' legs or under a suitcase. The little hellion made a bee line for traffic while Lori had to push, shove and excuse her way through people.
The mowhawk Lori had fashioned between his ears rustled only slightly in the traffic-created wind as he took that last step out into the street. The electromancer stumbled out after him accompanied by the honking of horns and screeching of tires.
Lori grabbed the kid up and shielded him with her body against oncoming traffic. She should have tried to use her power, but she just wasn't confident enough with it yet.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on May 30, 2013 13:27:08 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
A bunny-eared little boy blew past Kaitlyn and between an old woman’s legs, and a blond lady pushed past both of them.
That voice sounded familiar.
The little redhead had an important job to do. It had a lot to do with the briefcase she was carrying, and a man in the café down the street.
He could wait. She ran after them, making it to the curb just in time to watch a taxi cab screech to a halt less than a foot away from the blond woman and the bunny boy. The cab driver rolled down his window, shouting with as much rudeness as he could muster for her to get out of the road.
Kaitlyn just stood on the curb, staring, shocked. The woman who was shielding the rabbit-boy with her own body looked exactly like Lori. But it couldn’t have been Lori. Lori was either dead or missing, she couldn’t have still been in New York. Lori would have stopped the car with her mind. Kaitlyn refused to believe that she was looking at Lori.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
"Yeah, well you can-" Lori told the cabby just where he could place his most favorite body parts and while none of them were pretty, all of them were imaginative. None of them should have been said in front of such young ears and certainly none of it should have been said with enough vigor to bring sparks out through her already static-y hair.
Yeah. Definitely Lori. A crasser, rougher around the edges Lori.
After a good kick to the front bumper of the taxi, Lori tucked the bunnyboy under her arm like a football and stomped back toward the coffee stand where she had dropped everything in favor of chasing after the kid.
Lori hesitated after she was on the sidewalk again. Her wallet was probably long gone, dangit. The coffee was splattered on the ground and a few miffed patron's feet who had been standing in line... yeah. Maybe she should just cut her losses and go home?
She turned, spared a quick glance for the weird little ginger that was looking at her like she was crazy and started walking quite casually back toward her and Rupert's shared apartment.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on May 31, 2013 3:42:21 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn saw the sparks. She even got a good look at her face. It was definitely Lori After mourning Lori’s disappearance for the better part of a year, she watched her adoptive mother walk right by her as though they were perfect strangers. They even made eye contact!
The girl didn’t know what to feel. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. But she shouldn’t be so hasty – maybe it was just someone who looked and sounded almost exactly like Lori and had the same powers. Admittedly implausible, but weird things happen around mutants. It could happen. All kinds of weird things could be happening.
She dashed after her, grabbed and tugged on her arm to get her attention.
“…Lori?” She almost sounded hopeful. Whether she was hoping this was or wasn’t Lori, she couldn’t tell.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
A little voice called her name and for one wild moment she looked down at bunny baby. Did he just...? No, someone tugged on the arm not holding the wriggly toddler. Oh. It was the ginger... The unaccompanied minor of a ginger. Lori upgraded the kid's status in her mind to 'street urchin.'
"What's up, kiddo?" She didn't dislike the kid, but she was feeling a tad defensive after what she had just done. "Can I help you?"
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on May 31, 2013 15:18:17 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn got a good look at her face. It was Lori’s face, Lori’s eyes; everything about this person’s appearance said “Lori.” But there was no recognition in those eyes, no realization that she was staring at her adopted daughter, no love, just confusion. As far as this person in front of her could tell, they had never met.
“Um… you’re not Lori Faust, are you?”
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Blink. "I am Lori Faust, yes." She spoke slowly so the girl wouldn't need further clarification and kept a wary eye on her. The kid was acting weird. Like, hiding a bomb or maybe an illegal package weird.
It wasn't like Lori didn't have time for this. She did. She just didn't feel like dealing with it right now. It was time to cut the crap. "Where's your mom? Shouldn't you have like parental supervision or something?" The blonde looked around for the slacker parent in question.
Rhys made a grab for the girl's hair when he swung close but otherwise just flailed around at Lori's hip.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jun 1, 2013 0:09:04 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn was shocked. This was the same person who took Kaitlyn off the streets, who gave her a home, who gave her a life. Except she didn’t seem to remember Kaitlyn at all, and she wasn’t in charge of a multinational criminal enterprise anymore.
“You adopted me three years ago,” she squeaked. “Then you disappeared last year. I thought you were dead.”
Rhys succeeded in grabbing the girl’s hair. She batted softly at his hand, not diverting her gaze from Lori for a second. “Don’t you remember?”
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Oh the feels. A disappearing mother figure? A kid she was supposed to be responsible for smack dab in the middle of the time she couldn't remember? It had to be a targeted con. Or real. But she was much more comfortable with the idea that this was a trick of some kind.
> “Don’t you remember?”
"No. A fu-" She changed her word choice mid-word."-fancy telepath had his way with my brain." Crap. Was she making this worse?
Lori searched the kid's face. Every minor muscle movement. Every tiny thought that showed on her face. Crap. She was either the best con ever or this was freaking real. Lori needed to sit down so she did. Right on the sidewalk, pedestrians be damned. Bunny baby dragged Kait's hair into his mouth, but Lori fished it back out again with an almost casual movement.
"Wha-if I wasn't there for you, who's been taking care of you?" Not Rupert. Otherwise she would have met up with her "kid" much earlier.
Holy crap. The implications of having another much older kid just hit her and she was glad she was already sitting. Did she run a freaking orphanage while she was whoever she was before?
"Are you.. in school? What's your name?" How did you start to get to know a kid who could walk and talk? Rhy was easy. He loved anyone who gave him food and snuggles. This kid wasn't going to be that easy to win over.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jun 1, 2013 15:22:14 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
A telepath stole Lori’s memories. That would explain everything. It also made Kaitlyn feel like a jerk – at one point, she thought that Lori had just willingly abandoned her and everyone else. She even hated her. And now she knew the truth.
Kaitlyn sat down with her, keeping her briefcase close to her. She would probably need to sit down for this, too.
“I’m Kaitlyn.” She almost choked on her words. It was hard, having to introduce herself to the person she had called ‘mom.’ “It’s mostly been Mars taking care of me, if you remember him. He started sending me to Xavier’s after you disappeared.”
She took a deep, shaky breath. “What’d you do after that telepath messed with you?”
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Kaitlyn. Okay. She could remember that. "Hey. Shh." They were getting weird stares since foot traffic had to go around them, but Lori didn't care so long as Rhys didn't run off again. For now he seemed content to slobber up Kaitlyn's hair.
This is why f*#@ing mutants should be f*#@ing cured. Homewreckers.
She took a deep breath to help process this new information and pack down the anger that was bubbling out in spark form.
"Mars sent you to the Mansion? THE Mansion? Like the Sister School full of tard-faced powered kids? No way, no how. Not my kid." Though what was her alternative? Public school? Ahhh! She ran her hands through her hair and huffed a breath that made Rhy's bunny ears twitch. "I don't know about schools or any crap like that."
Someone tossed a dollar bill between herself and Kaitlyn.
"We're not poor, dumb@&%!" She shouted, but the offender was long gone and Rhy already had the dollar...
"Don't eat that, there's probably cocaine on it." Lori grabbed it out of his pudgy toddler hands and his face crumpled. Ah crap.
> “What’d you do after that telepath messed with you?”
"Went home." She shrugged. "I mean, where I lived the last time I remembered. Me an bunnyboy Rhys here and Rupert." A family. Kind of.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jun 1, 2013 23:05:36 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn almost laughed at that description of Xavier’s, in spite of how terrible she felt. “Mars thought you’d feel that way. You actually used to hire a private tutor for me, but that stopped working out. It’s still better than public school.”
While Kaitlyn listened to Lori explain where she was living, she absentmindedly diverted Rhys’s hand from her hair. Kid must really like eating hair for some reason. Maybe that was his way of telling people he liked them?
“Who the heck is Rupert?” Kaitlyn instinctively disliked him. “Is he Rhys’s dad?” Presumably, Rupert was some kind of single father, unless they just adopted this kid. Or Lori got some kind of magical high-speed pregnancy while she was missing.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Lori ended up letting Rhys have the cocaine dusted dollar just to keep him from flipping a table. Thankfully he didn't chew on it anymore. He mostly just crumpled and un-crumpled it. Kaitlyn never seemed to be bothered by Lori's shouting. She must have been used to it. Or maybe it was the fact that the anger was not at all directed at her.
"Rupert is..." Uh.. what was Rupert to her? In her mind they were still dating. Her relationship with him was the longest she ever remembered having. That could have changed with this Mars guy, though in all honesty all Lori could think of was candy when she thought the word Mars. "Rupert is my manfriend. Like a boyfriend, but more manly." And that was probably the best she was going to do with that. "He and I date, uh, or dated when I was in college and he was a policeman. We lived together before and I kept the key to his apartment all this time so I guess I still had a thing for him?" ANd he must have carried a torch for her as well since he accepted her back into his life. Mostly, anyway.
Lori settled and re-settled Rhys into her lap as he tried to get up and reach for Kaitlyn again and again. It wasn't necessarily him showing his preference. It was more that Kaitlyn was something new. Also, Lori had noticed that Rhys loved other kids.
"Rupert is Rhys' father as much as anyone is; but, I don't think that they are biologically related."
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Jun 2, 2013 1:42:30 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
When the word ‘policeman’ came out of Lori’s mouth, Kaitlyn looked very concerned. That was a big red flag for her. Or at least something to rationalize her rapidly growing distrust for this man. Nobody from Lori’s recently acquired new life was exempt from scrutiny, not even the little twerp who kept trying to eat her hair. For all she knew, that kid was the telepath who wiped out Lori’s memory in the first place, and was taking advantage of her as some kind of caretaking mind-thrall.
“I’ve never heard about this guy before. Are you sure you used to know him? ‘cause that could just be a memory the telepath put in your head, and he coulda given you the key, so you’d think you could go live with him.” It would make sense, in a way. Whoever was responsible for this could have wiped her mind, then given her some memories that might keep her away from her old Order contacts. Then, they wouldn’t have actually needed to kill her to take her out of commission. Which would help their goals for some reason? Whoever they were. There was probably a reason.
“And if that baby’s not – hey! Watch it!” Somebody just stepped on the girl, nearly falling over in the process. The guy responsible, not looking for a conflict, kept his head down and went on his way. “This is a bad place to sit.” Kaitlyn started to stand up. “And I was gonna hand this off at some coffee place near here.” She gestured to her briefcase. “Can we sit there?”
Hmm. Was she sure she knew him? Lori examined her memories, but... "Yeah. I'm pretty sure we're the real thing. There's just too much history. Too much detail." Ahem. Not in front of the kids.
"Yeah let's get you guys outta the street." Lori eyed the suitcase surreptitiously. She didn't feel that she had the right to start bossing the kid around even if she was supposed to be the mom her. She didn't want to be that kind of mom. But she had to ask, "What's in the case, kid?"
It took her a little longer to get up and on her feet than she expected. Seven unexpected years of abuse on a body she remembered differently. But she made it and settled Rhys onto her hip. "Lead on."