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.
* How long had it been..days, maybe a week. Lifting her deeply set brown eyes to the sky she squinted and tried to think of somewhere to go, she had to do something find someone who could help her or at the very least somewhere she could eat and sleep on a warm floor. Pulling her hood higher around her round face she moved along the sidewalk past crowds of people, she envied them all now...as if she hadn't before. 'They would hang you from the highest tree...' it hissed in her mind, a brash answer to her unasked question* Shut up *she whispered to herself with little real care for those that heard her talking to herself. Kiya winced, she could feel it grinning..feel it laughing in the back of her mind at whatever it found so damn funny about her situation. From the street signs she was sure she had wandered into Detroit, not really a place she wanted to be but if there was ever a place to find a shelter this was it. Stuffing her hands into the shirts large front pocket she wandered about for another three or four hours passing homeless, drunks and the occasional mother sitting out on her front sets to catch a breather from her children inside. The run down brick building was nothing much to look at but the handful of ragged old men out front told her this was the place she needed to be. Kiya slipped in as quietly as she could, a young woman like herself was easy prey here and she was glad she had bound her chest in strips of cloth to make herself look like a boy. She skiped over the lines of people waiting for food and made her way into the dimly lit back room stacked high with bunk beds with their thin plastic mattresses. Shaking her head she scolded the hot tears that ached to run down her cheeks and burn her pride, she pulled herself onto a bed and curled away fighting the images of her mother, looking up in horror at what she had become just before Kiya had sliced off her head to silence her.*
Chandra strode confidently down the streets. She was, of course, not alone at this time of night in Detroit. A small cadre of men followed in her wake, some even carrying a couple of boxes of foodstuffs and blankets. They were there as to protect her from any possible hooligans as to serve as laborers to carry the boxes. This was another venture of her company, a show of good will towards the less privileged of Detroit, and a ever so slight sign of good will for the big boys of the car industry to witness. She was striving to make an impression in the ‘World Power’, and establish smaller companies here, and expanding her own ‘empire’, just as she had done centuries ago when America was just a colony on the British map. She took and abrupt right and pushed open the doors to a homeless shelter, the sixth one this night, and directed the men carrying the boxes of food towards the back.
“Over there blokes,” she said with a smile and using a British accent. She knew many accents, but preferred to use the British one when speaking English. “And help out the ever-so-kind chaps in the back would you? Let us really get these lines moving.”
She continued to smile at the dismal faces around. The homeless had likely seen this sort of thing done before: a rich and powerful person stepping forward to help them only until their goals were met. “Well then blokes. Consider this an early Thanksgiving treat for you.” She cast a benevolent smile around the room. “And an even earlier Christmas treat. Antiquity Enterprises is permanently upgrading these facilities.” She made sure the journalist she had picked up around the third homeless shelter saw her bright and honest smile; the smile that had taken her a century to perfect when she was not being entirely honest.
Chandra then moved beyond the eat area towards the dimly lit back room. She stepped into it, and made note that only a couple of the beds were currently in use, not that it really bothered her. It would make it easier to put blankets on beds not occupied, blankets that were not thread-bare.
“Alright blokes… Put those blankets, all of ‘em, onto the beds,” she said quietly to the pair of men carrying boxes of blankets, and then took one for herself and walked right over to Kiya’s bed and draped the blanket over her shoulders. “Take this young sir.”
*As the noise hit a new high in the front room she couldn't help but open her eyes and try to move her ears to hear better, she grumbled a little at the latter movement knowing it was that beast in her head tiring to move them. Kiya lay still and quiet till the uproar moved into the room, her body grew rigid and she turned her head in time to watch the woman offer out the blanket to her still chilled body. Looking up at her she could only nod and hiding the sinking feeling that this moment in time was the turning point, the point where she knew, she really was just another homeless young adult. Forcing a weak and half hearted smile she forgets herself for a moment letting her voice slip, reviling to anyone with in range of her whisper that it was a female that lay there. Again she froze her eyes shifting threw the people in the room to see who had heard if any ' Now you'll never leave here without a fight...or worse' it purred in her ear letting out a growl of a laugh in the back of her mind 'Shut up' she mouthed to the hound, her face twisting into fustration*
Chandra continued to smile as Kiya took the blanket. As the young woman spoke, Chandra maintained her smile, though she well realized that a young woman here likely would not last for very long; at least not in a pure manner. She could very well likely end up a prostitute, if she were lucky, or just another victim on the side of the road. Chandra patted the other woman on the shoulder and motioned to one of the men passing out blankets.
The man came over and Chandra had a couple quiet words with him then looked over at Kiya again and smiled. She took a second blanket and made her way over to another homeless man and presented the blanket to him. She then turned about and headed back towards the door, stopping by Kiya on the way. She placed her hand on the young woman’s shoulder.
“Come with me young sir,” she said with a smile. The very least Chandra could do would be to get her off this particular street and into a safer, more secure location. “My associate has informed me that you’re one lucky bloke. You’ve been randomly selected to receive a little extra treat.”
Chandra held her hand out to the other woman, and said with a benevolent smile. “And I won’t accept ‘no’ for an answer.”
Posted by kiyakirin on Nov 7, 2006 14:10:59 GMT -6
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*As she glanced up at the woman her face turned to confusion that she had call her sir once again. Taking a long moment to think the situation over she realized the elder women knew just what she was. Glancing at the others milling in the room or sleeping she sighed in her mind, only to have the beast snicker and take hold of the control of her hand and place it in that of the woman above her. Not wishing to seem rude or fearful she let the action go and slid off the bed so she could stand upright. Taking note what may turn out to be her savior was only about an inch taller then her she seemed to relax herself...something about not feeling so small as she had around so many other people in her life. Silently she nodded her head and forced another smile as the creature in her mind licked its dipping maw*
”There’sa good lad,” she said and lead the way out of the back room, the pair of men soon following. One of the homeless in the room took notice as well and moved quickly after them.
“’Ey!” He shouted at them. “Hey! Why’s ‘e getta go wit’ you? Resta’us ain’t good ‘nuff fer ‘uh?”
Chandra smiled benevolently and released Kiya’s hand and motioned for her to follow after one of the men who came with her outside. “I’ll handle this boys,” she said and smiled at the disgruntled homeless man. “It is a bit like winning the lotto sir. Sheer blind luck, if you would like to try again…” She gave a glance at the man beside her. “Joseph, if you would be so kind as to give this man a pound… Or rather a dollar or five. You can try your luck at a local gambling facility.”
The man shook his head and spit on the floor next to her. “Brit bitch.” He shouted and drew the attention of the rest of the room. Chandra stopped Joseph as he reached for his concealed weapon. Everyone she had brought with her was a bodyguard as well as a close friend. Joseph even knew her true age.
Chandra just smiled. “That is hardly necessary sir.” She said trying to defuse the situation. “If you choose not to accept our charity, that is more than fine by us, however, there is no need for vulgarities.” She held out her hand towards Joseph and he dug into his jacket pocket and placed a small wad of bills into her hand. She flicked out two twenties and held them out towards the man.
The man snatched the money from her. Chandra smiled and turned to leave when the man took a swing at her. The punch caught her slightly off guard, though more she just let herself get hit. She fell to a knee as Joseph reacted with his own punch to the man, while at the same time sliding between his boss and her attacker. He stood over the man as he crumpled. He knew how to throw a hard punch, but also knew how to drop a man without permanently hurting him.
Chandra picked herself up. Her lip hurt where the homeless man’s punch had split it open. She pulled a handkerchief out of her cover jacket to stifle the blood flow. “Joseph, that’s enough. He didn’t do any real damage, time to go.” She shook her head as Joseph started to protest, then cast a glance over towards the pair of her men who were now helping with the food line. “You chaps enjoy yourselves, we’ll see you at the hotel later.”
Chandra stepped out of the homeless shelter and looked over at Kiya and the man she had sent her out with. “I think our adventures in downtown Detroit are over for the night. Call our transportation Mr. Gerard.” The man by Kiya nodded and pulled a cell phone out of his jacket and dialed a number and began speaking in quick quiet tones.
Chandra moved over to the other woman and waved Joseph off as he approached. “Tell me young lady, what in the bloody hell are you doing in a place like this?” She asked, still dabbing at the split in her lip. She took a breath and collected herself. “I apologize. Perhaps we should start over and begin with introductions. I’m Chandra deLeon. And you’re?”
*As the woman exited the run down building she flinched at the sight and smell of blood on her trying her hardest to push down a feeling of remorse for having reveled herself and caused the woman trouble. The questions barely registered in her head so as she looked back out toward the street she had to snap her head back, a look of surprise on her round face* Oh, Kiya...Kiya Delacourt *as the second question hung over her head she lifted one slender fingered hand to brush back the hood of her sweat shirt, exposing the mess of brown hair under.* Well its a homeless shelter....that's what I am. *she sent a fearful glance at the man beside her, she had always been wary of men not for any real reason other then the teasing at school but those where normal and expected. Now she had been thrust into the adult world with no real experience.*
Chandra nodded, some. “Would say pleased to meet you Kiya, but I’m not entirely pleased. I’m actually more curious than anything.” She stopped blotting at the split as it had stopped bleeding. It still stung like the shame!ens though. Immortal she may be, impervious to harm she was not. “And I would prefer you did not get smart with me.” She cast a glance at Joseph as he neared them and waved him away, having noticed the young woman’s rather nervous posture towards the man. “Look, you don’t appear to be much more than what… 17 or 18?” She shook her head. “There are better places than this one to be in, especially being a young supple woman, ripe for some disgusting homeless man to take advantage of. Now, what were you doing there?”
She waited for a response, and hoped it would be more than the ‘I’m homeless, it’sa homeless shelter’ type. Though she could not help but be reminded by this young woman of her own early days of exile. Hard days she had managed to barely meek out an existence in a world dominated by men. She cast a glance as a limousine pulled around the corner. She stepped forward as Gerard opened the door for her, and then stopped and looked at Kiya. “In. We’re going to get you cleaned up, warm, and well fed. And in exchange, you’ll tell me your story. Okay?” She said, putting the smile back on, even though it hurt the split in her lip. She had spoken in a tone that ran with undercurrents of ‘I’m not taking no for an answer’.
*Kiya had flinched as she realized that her response had been more then rude, and coursing her hand nervously threw her hair she followed the woman into the car* I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend I really kind of confused about this all. * feeling the beast in her head uncurl itself and shift in her mind it grabbed hold of her voice letting its after thought rush over her consciousness ' From the highest tree...' and before she could stop it her own voice began to spill forth her tail. Of the creature that had always been a shadow in the corner of her room as a child, of the anger and the fear of her mother and finally, as the beast grinned and told the woman of how she had transformed to become of is terrible vestige, how she had killed the old woman and even destroyed the house she lived in. As the beast calmed and curled back up in her mind she felt the hot tears on the edge of her eyes daring her to blink, she turned her head away from the woman and realized that she would probably come threw then send her to the hospital of padded rooms. She cringed and shook her head slowly laying her face in her hands*
She settled into her seat in the limousine and watched Kiya take her seat and immediately apologize. Chandra gave a soft sigh and shook her head and then listened to her suddenly give her a full recount of her recent history. She sighed again and raised a hand to her forehead and rubbed it. She did not really believe a word of the story outside of the earliest of her recounting.
“Miss Delacourt, young lass, that was quite the story, might even make a nice book sometime,” Chandra said. “But I wanted your real story without embellishments. Trust me for a moment here. I know the pains of runnin’ away.”
She watched the young woman bury her face in her hands as the limousine came to a rolling stop. “Joseph, hold up for a moment.” She said through a grate to the front portion of the limo and then directed her attention back to Kiya. “Look, stop crying. I’m not angry with you, and bein’ ‘way from home gets easier the longer you’re away. For now, it’s one day at a time, and at least right now you have my aid. In a moment we’re going to get out of this vehicle and go into a hotel and up to my rather large and luxurious room, and you’re going to have a hot bath, quite honestly you need to relax. Understand?”
She did not even wait for the young woman’s response before opening the door and climbing out and waiting for Kiya to follow.
Posted by kiyakirin on Nov 9, 2006 14:45:43 GMT -6
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*As she listened to the woman next to her she fought down the demon in her head ' I'll embellish her!'. Fighting for control over her own mind she forced a sideways smile and slid out of the long car shoving her hand in her pocket least the hand she had curled into fists bled from the nails biting into them.* ..Thank you *she managed to say as kindly as possible threw gritted teeth* I still don't understand why you took me from there...I'm sure I'm not worth the effort *looking around at the buildings she recognized as a much nicer side of the city, pulling her hood back around her face she rubbed her face dry. The beast still restless in her mind wouldn't stop its twisting leaving her with another burning headache*
Chandra walked towards the front of the hotel; a generic place with a brightly lit and warm lobby. Gerard scuttled forward to open the door for her as Joseph trailed well behind Kiya.
“If you’re angry with me, I cannot see why.” She said, noting the attempted kindness that did not quite come through with the gritted teeth and all. “And as to why I am taking you from there lass. Let’s leave it at you remind me of myself sometime ago. I wasn’t always a successful business woman. Joseph, Mr. Gerard, catch the next ‘vator please.” She said as she stepped into the elevator and nodded to the bellboy punching buttons. “Floor 37, and on your way back down, tell the front desk that Miss deLeon would like to schedule a meeting with a tailor tomorrow.” She smiled and looked over at Kiya again. “That and if you can muster the gusto you told that story with, I think you could have a bit of potential as a business woman yourself. Answer your question sufficiently?”
Posted by kiyakirin on Nov 10, 2006 6:39:38 GMT -6
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*She hurried to stay with the older woman* Business woman? Oh no, I'm sure I'm not cut out for all that..I didn't even finish high school all the way threw. *a blush of embarrassment edged her cheeks forcing her to lower her head from the much prouder woman. As the doors slid back open she stood back to let the woman pass threw them first still fighting against the fiend in her mind trying to wiggle its way free 'I'm not about to simply let you at the person who practically saved our lives you idiot' It growled and roared at her bold words causing her to lift a hand to cup her forehead at the pain that blossomed there.*
Chandra stepped through the elevator doors and looked over at the bellboy. “Have them call my room in thirty minutes.” She looked back to Kiya and began leading the way down the hall as the bell for another elevator arriving dinged to signal that her escorts had arrived after them.
“Booksmarts aren’t everything lass,” she said with a smile. She certainly had not had a ‘proper’ education, even though she had even written portions of history. “You see, ninety percent of the business world is knowing who to talk to and when. Not exactly something you learn in high school, not in the classes at least.” She stopped by a door. “Sure, booksmarts will help someone manage the books, but actually running things… It won’t carry you far.” She stepped through the door after Joseph had opened it and lead the way into a large hotel room that felt more like a small apartment.
“Now then… Bathroom is over there,” she gestured across the room at a door as she headed across the room and through an open doorway into a separate room. “Go get yourself cleaned up, take a hot bath, feel free to use one of the robes there. If you need something else, shout and Joseph will get it for you. That'd include some medication for your headache.”
Posted by kiyakirin on Nov 10, 2006 14:06:36 GMT -6
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*Looking about the well furnished room that had made her own home look like the homeless shelter she had stepped out of, her mouth slipped open but was promptly shut again as the other gestured toward the bathroom. A new blush covered her cheeks as she glanced at the escorts still about the room* Oh well...umm *threw instinct she pulled her hood tighter around her head and eyed the bathroom door, which suddenly seemed miles away and almost foreboding in the knowledge of taking a bath around those she barely knew even if they had saved her from the unforgiving street*