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.
Peace. A luxury as rare as an eclipse and as valuable as water. Without peace in some form, life is dry and wasteful. And yet, once found, most people reject it, because it is unusual, different, and unknowable. It seems..... unnatural, because of the way the world's senses have been warped.
At least, those were Neena's thoughts on the matter. But then again, Neena was the odd one. Never having known fear, in any form, peace of mind came easily to Neena, even in the oddest situations. Even now, as she stood at the edge of the discipline circle, looking out over the now combined camp, her heart was calm.
How many had died so far? Too many
How many more would die? No one knew.
Would she in this place? Possibly.
Was she content with that? Yes. If it came down to it, she could honestly answer yes to that question.
As far as she could tell, he had done all she could to help those possible. She had helped others survive, and in doing so, proven that mutants were no different than humans. Her spirit had not been broken. She had seen nothing new here, nothing she had not seen or read of before, nothing to make her view the world, or the people in it, any differently than she had.
Perhaps it was an immodest thought, perhaps not. But to her it did not matter. She had proven the world wrong, and helped others to do the same. If she had to die here, so be it. She was content with that.
Of course now, simply because she was content with her lot in life didn't meant she would sit around and do nothing to improve it for others.
A small smile spread over her ebony-skinned face as she cradled the cast on her broken arm. Because of the injury sustained during Community Service, her duties had been 'redirected' to other work. She still helped at the Laundry Pool, though not as extensively. She wasn't exactly a model prisoner, by any means. But because she wasn't considered 'dangerous', she'd been commandeered into the 'Miscellaneous' category. Translation? Any guard who needed anything done recruited her to help. While the job description let her in for some unbelievably unsavory 'jobs', she also now had limited access to almost anywhere in the camps, supervised of course.
Funny how difficult supervising an accomplished thief could be, even a one-handed thief.....
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Peace. An uncomfortable string of time and events without conflict. A synonym for boredom, in some places. At the Camps? The calm before the storm. Something would happen. Something always happened. In this place, whatever it was, it was bound to be bad.
Rupert couldn't stay behind his desk, because he couldn't sit still, because he felt like a storm was breaking just behind him on the horizon. The hair along the back of neck was standing up, like lightning was crackling somewhere. He felt like he was waiting for the thunder.
How many mutants had died here? He didn't know. At the beginning of this all, he'd found himself remembering the names off of every death certificate that came his way. Jennifer Rockwell. Samuel Brown. Douglas Markham. He'd stopped that. He didn't look at the names anymore; he just signed the things, like any other slip of administrative paperwork. He didn't know how many he'd signed. He didn't know how many the other supervisors had signed. He didn't know how many deaths had been covered up entirely; the bodies sent to be buried without official announcement or fanfare that some mutant had finally escaped this place.
How many more would die? He didn't think about that. He just... didn't.
When was the Resistance going to making their move? A damn good question.
Was he content with that? Like hell he was. Rupert stood. His chair slid angrily backwards, scrapping light trenches in the floor of the guards' barrack. Thirty seconds later he was striding across the camp in a straight line, with no aim; a minute and a half later, he passed the edge of the discipline circle. If he was being honest with himself, he would have realized he was out to pick a fight. Rupert wasn't the best at being honest with himself. There was a woman standing--just standing. Her clothing clearly marked her for what she was. Rupert halted in his tracks, glaring at her before he'd even realized he'd stopped.
"Don't you have something to be doing, mutant? Or are you looking for extra duties? If you're not out of my sight in--in..." The dark skin, the broken arm, the glasses. Rupert trailed off lamely as he recognized her. Since he didn't know he was out to pick a fight in the first place, he couldn't even begin to fathom why he was so angry he couldn't start one. He swallowed his threats.
"Neena, isn't it? I heard about what you did on that community service trip. That... that was good of you." Getting those words out felt like he was swallowing nails. He cleared his throat, and growled: "Still, aren't you supposed to be somewhere?"
Neena saw Rupert coming, apparently before he saw her, to judge by his reaction. She simply watched until that point. The glare on his face indicated displeasure, but she wasn't exactly sure with whom, though if she had to guess, she would bet he would take that displeasure out on her.
He finally stopped, and growled out at her. "Don't you have something to be doing, mutant? Or are you looking for extra duties?"
Another bet with herself won. How many times was that now?
"If you're not out of my sight in--in..." His voice trailed off for a moment, before adding, "Neena, isn't it?"
One eyebrow raised slightly above the rim of her dark glasses.
"I heard about what you did on that community service trip. That... that was good of you."
She tilted her head in acknowledgement of the the compliment. "It was a group effort."
<"My.... he does make some interesting faces...."> she thought silently.
"Still, aren't you supposed to be somewhere?"
"Actually, no," she replied simply. Then added, "At least, not yet. Why? Did you have something for me to do?"
(If you don’t want me in here just ignore me. *Grins.* Just playing around.)
Sara had been assigned laundry duty again. Laundry duty for over 8 weeks. Maybe even over 9 weeks. How long had they all been stuck here at the camps again? How many days and Sara was still doing laundry? Laundry, laundry, laundry, laund--- IF THERE WAS EVER ANOTHER PERSON’S LAUNDRY SHOVED UNDER HER NOSE AFTER THIS IT WOULD BE ENTIREY TOO SOON!
Oh and had I mentioned she was yet assigned everyone’s favorite guard as well? That’s right! James was scuffing his feet a few paces behind her, arms stretched up above the back of his head as if he were reclining in a big chair as he stared up at the sky. Or you could also make the comparison to the way people are asked to hold their hands behind their head when being arrested or threatened with firearms.
What Sara would give to have a firearm of some kind right now.
It was then she noticed one of the camps other favorite guards stomping down a path to Neena. He looked like he was in a bad mood, well he was as good as any fire arm as far as Sara was concerned. A small smirk played across her face. She shifted the bundles of cloths to one hip and glanced back and James. He seemed to be mouthing the names of images he saw up in the clouds. People still did that?
Adjusting the waist of her dress, Sara pushed a button on the ipod. Yes she was still carrying the thing with her. The divise was kept in a fold under her waist band tucked between fabric and fur. She easily finagled with the laundry bundles and in doing so, bumped the volume all of the way up as they passed. James between herself and the other two.
Exactly how good were the wheezy man’s human ears…
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> "Actually, no. At least, not yet. Why? Did you have something for me to do?"
Rupert was saved from answering by a cold wash of boiling rage. There was music playing. To be more specific, Blur's "Coffee and TV" had just started up. Loudly. From behind him.
"Do you feel like a chain store? Practically floored One of many zeros Kicked around bored"
Rupert spun on his heels, and saw one person and one mutant. James and the lioness. Naturally, James caught his attention. Rupert smiled, quite sincerely. "Well," he declared. "If it isn't exactly the kicking patsy I'd like to see. How goes that hunt for my iPod, James? Did you find it next to your intelligence?"
"Do you go to the country It isn't very far There's people there who will hurt you 'Cause of who you are
Your ears are full of the language There's wisdom there you're sure 'Til the words start slurring And you can't find the door..."
Whatever Rupert had been about to say was cut off by a blaring noise, supposedly music. Neena turned, and saw Sara and James coming from the same direction. Neena grunted softly. Her idea of melody did not include whatever that was. No doubt James called it music.
Whatever it was, it produced a most interesting reaction in the supervisor. Had he been an animal, Neena could imagine his lip curling back in a snarl.
"Well, if it isn't exactly the kicking patsy I'd like to see. How goes that hunt for my iPod, James? Did you find it next to your intelligence?"
"He has intelligence?" She snickered slightly, keeping her head down.
James's reaction made her bite her lip, to keep from laughing. Talk about 'a deer caught in the headlights'.... She never had seen the guard turn so pale, white as a sheet. In fact, he'd even stopped walking, allowing Sara to continue on without him.
Neena glanced in Rupert's direction. Why did she get the feeling there was some very interesting history here?
Wow those little ear buds gave a lot more volume then Sara had given them credit to do. No wonder the norms complain of the youth of today loosing their hearing when their music was turned up. It did get some attention though.
"Well, If it isn't exactly the kicking patsy I'd like to see.
James halted, letting Sara wonder on. The Feline only stepped a couple of strides a head of him though. Halting in a stratigic position should James decide to back up. As the conversation went on she adjusted the loads of laundry in her arms so that the pinky of one hand could be close to where the ipod was hidden.
James on the other hand clearly wasn't thinking things through. His mouth opened to have Rupert go on and his mouth instantly snapped shut again. All color was draining out of his face and by the time Rupert was finishing what he had to say his skin was looking like it could become transparent.
How goes that hunt for my iPod, James? Did you find it next to your intelligence?"
Sara was trying to hide her delight. though she managed to avoid out right giving a pointy toothed grin, the battle was lost in her eyes. she glanced past Rupert to Neena, shrugged, and wiggled her ears as a wave since her hands were full.
Mean while James had thrown his hands up in defense. His right rib cage still was sore from the last meeting with Rupert and that wasn't just a trip that had caused the superior guards foot to connect with James's side. James wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he definitly wasn't the dullest. In more then one way.
"Ok so yeah,... about that..." James stammered. Damn, why did he always loose his composure at moments like this. Always so slick with the ladies in thinking up conversations and games like the purple game. (Added by Emerald.) Even with his past with those girl scouts, he handled the ladies. "I was hot on the trail of the missing ipod." He said making his self straighten up and square his shoulders. "You know taking names and asking around and being a general pain, much like the pain you gave me when he last met." He blinked a couple of times, eyes whidening and took a step back. "Then this stuff happened in the woman's barracks, I got a broken noce,"( Hidden well with cover girl) "and well I've been cleaning up that 'stuff' ever since."
liar liar pant of fire. He really just slacked off after the barracks incident.
His wide eyes were on Rupert and he took another step back. That strategic placement Sara had halted at suddenly made sense, if anyone was paying attention to her, and his foot caught on her tail. The tail hooked around the back of his knee and down he went on his arse. With careful timing, Sara's pinky finger pressed on the off button, through the thin gray dress, and the music cut out.
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While Rupert enjoyed the audience approval--Neena and the lioness certainly seemed to be amused of the shade of red his face was turning, and the shade of white on James'--he couldn't help but think that's what this was: they were an audience, and he was playing the part allotted to him. It was a surreal feeling. Something was off, here.
> "Ok so yeah,... about that... I was hot on the trail of the missing ipod. You know taking names and asking around and being a general pain, much like the pain you gave me when he last met. Then this stuff happened in the woman's barracks, I got a broken nose, and well I've been cleaning up that 'stuff' ever since."
James was a lot of things, and innocent generally wasn't one of them. So it came down to this: did Rupert believe the man was innocent, or did Rupert believe the man was really this good of an actor? Because if he was playing at being this incredibly stupid, fumbling, and ignorant, then give the man an Oscar.
Rupert's eyes flicked to the lioness. To that smirk she was trying to hide. To the fact that there had been more than James in the room that day his iPod had gone missing, and to the fact that there had been more than James in the direction the music had just come from.
Well. She just thinks I'm an idiot, doesn't she? She'd gotten away with the thievery once, free and clear. Pushing it like this... was just insulting. It really came down to this: did he believe James wasn't an idiot, or did he believe that the lioness thought he was an idiot? Decisions, decisions.
Rupert knew who had his iPod.
His eyes flicked back to James. He took a few steps towards the man, matching his retreat stride for stride right up until the lioness tripped him with that useful tail of hers. He looked down at him and said, quite simply, "You are the second most stupid man I know. Get out of my sight, right now. I'll be supervising this little safari trip."
He knew who had his iPod, but he couldn't very well say that in front of James. Then he might just owe the man an apology.
Neena grinned openly at Sara's ear-wiggle-wave, and waved back.
"Ok so yeah,... about that... I was hot on the trail of the missing ipod. You know taking names and asking around and being a general pain, much like the pain you gave me when he last met."
<"iPod? iPod....."> Neena cast through her memories to place that word with an item. She knew what it was, she just had to think about it for a moment. Didn't Sara find an iPod recently?
While she thought, James continued stammering. "Then this stuff happened in the woman's barracks, I got a broken nose...."
<"You deserved more than that, creep.">
"....and well I've been cleaning up that 'stuff' ever since."
Neena only paid half a mind to the actual conversation, with a few exceptions. Most of her attention focused on the facial expressions. Perhaps she was biased, but she firmly believed in the old saying, "The eyes are the windows to the soul", and by extension, the face.
James's 'window' hadn't changed much over the past few days; cracked, warped and none too interesting. Sara? Neena didn't need to look hard to know the feline-featured girl was up to something. But then again, she and Neena had an understanding in that issue; ninety-five percent of the time, they were both up to something that benefited the other.
On the other hand, Rupert's 'soul' was having a major show 'n' tell. Starting with that flick of a glance at Sara. The mental gears were turning over something. Then he looked at James. More mindworks.... Then,
"You are the second most stupid man I know. Get out of my sight, right now. I'll be supervising this little safari trip."
Abrupt dismissal of someone who's torture, in one form or another, could provide endless entertainment. She could have believed Rupert simply didn't care for James, and didn't care to see any more of him. That is, if it hadn't been for his earlier statement: the kicking patsy I'd like to see.
Unlike his usual MO, James didn't wait around or make a smart remark; he simply packed up and headed out, as quickly as possible.
Almost. He paused a ways away, and shouted back, " 'kay, Boss. Just give me a call when your done with 'em." Not smart-alecky, but still the last word.
Situation analysis complete. Now for the floor show.
Neena moved forward to help Sara with her load, as much help as her one hand would allow.
"You are the second most stupid man I know. Get out of my sight, right now. I'll be supervising this little safari trip."
Ignoring the fact that safaris were normally done in Africa and Sara’s lioness heritage was from an American cougar, she didn’t correct him reminding him to keep his facts straight if he was going to insult her so that he could insult her properly. Instead, She raised her furry eye brow as James was dismissed. Hmmmm, Rupert had just said he wanted to See James and even though was glimpse or first impression was what most could handle ever wanting to see of James, there was something more to that statement.
took him so long? Sara thought to herself. She’d been carrying the ipod with her ever since she swiped it. Playing with fire from day to day as she’d been dressed for community service and began a series of simple hand jesters with the device as if she was holding a coin she’d pull from someone’s ear.
Either no one had caught her truly, or no one was really looking. All someone really had to do was review the footage from the day she took it in the video surveillance for that room….… She’d been good, but also careless.
Then that careless thought lead her to another, as James made his way away from the group. Had she wanted him to know. What she had just done was careless, and carrying the device around with her was just as stupid with all the time the guards chose to barge in and search random mutants in search of other thefts. She had taken it so he couldn’t hide behind the head set, so had she wanted him to know? Sara was always one to dance in the fire but do it in a place like this? Ok so it wasn’t the first theft she’d ever done and no it wouldn’t be the last. But one where she is this careless? Or maybe it was her point she was trying to get off to him. She couldn’t be vindictive enough to prove something only to know it was likely that she would be punished in such a place. Right? Sara wasn’t sure.
Then there was another possibility. Maybe this wasn’t Sara really doing the thinking at all. Maybe she didn’t even have control of her own thoughts. Maybe there was someone out there playing with Sara’s life. Writing in a magic machine that made Sara do the stupid things she did and think the stupid things she thought, like in the movie Tron, just for their own enjoyment….. Nahhhhh. Who’d believe that…
Sara’s tongue moved the a tooth at the back of her mouth in thought. Using it to suck away part of lunch that had gotten stuck. Note to self, ask Doug to smuggle in some floss.
" 'kay, Boss. Just give me a call when your done with 'em."
Sara turned to see James give a solute, before retreating allowing Neena to help her with her load. Only telling her have one of the bags though. Hefting the rest and rebalancing them. Despite the drastic weight loss, caused by the camps, the weight didn’t feel as heavy as they use to. Possibly also caused by the camps.
So back to that maybe wanting to be careless thing. “Read any good books lately?”
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> " 'kay, Boss. Just give me a call when your done with 'em."
James: a man who didn't know when to just shut up and leave. Rupert's gaze flashed to him, staring him down until he'd wisely gotten out of sight. Unfortunately, he had more important business here. Not that it was hard to find more important business than James.
The black woman had moved to help the lioness with the laundry. How sweet.
Rupert joined them in walking, quite amiably pacing himself at the lioness' side. He listened to them for a moment. Then he said, quite lightly, "If you give it back now, we can leave it at that." He looked towards the laundry pool as he spoke, not towards the women. It was an offer. In the pocket of his jacket, his finger traced the buttons of a remote. A win-win offer, considering how much the furred woman had to lose.
Neena took the bundle with her free hand and awkwardly swung it over her shoulder. The Supervisor fell into step on Sara's other side.
"If you give it back now, we can leave it at that."
Neena looked over at him, and blinked blankly. After a moment of thought, she paused her progress.
"If you say so." She dropped the bundle on to the ground, then held out the grip to Sara again. "But we'll get there faster if you let me help."
She shrugged. Yes, she realized he wasn't talking to her. But since she didn't know what he was talking about to Sara, she could convincingly play dumb.
"If you give it back now, we can leave it at that."
Yeah. That was definitely the smart thing to do. Sara's lips pinched out together and she thought back to that thought of her wanting him to know she had it. Exactly would would that accomplish other then a lot of possible healing on her part? Her eyes calmly looked ahead at the laundry pools surface water, the way it rippled from the air on top like a pond, a lake, or something much bigger.
There was one problem with the incentive that this guard offered and that was that if she just gave in, other then just giving in, all Sara had to look forward to was a day of presoaks, coffee stains, ink spills, and skid marks.
"If you say so. But we'll get there faster if you let me help."
The corner of Sara's mouth turned up slightly and though Rupert had addressed her first, she chose to treat him the way all authority figures should be treated, and reply to Neena first. "Well I got the bags this far." Her shoulders shrugged. "I'm letting you help enough, thank you."
ok. Now that she had established her priorities, Rupert could have his turn, sort of. "As for your request, Sir, I don't know what your talking about." lielieliethroughherteethlie. Still keeping a straight face and level heart beat, but a lie nonetheless. Technically it wasn't the only thing she had taken from the office area anyways. She'd taken a pad of paper and pen for Raina weeks ago and recently she swiped paper and pencil for herself... Among one or two other things. "You'll have to be more specific."
Yes she was being difficult, but there was some principle to up hold as well. Just give the ipod up and that principle, what ever it was, would be lost.
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((ooc: Sorry for the long delay! Just started a new placement for student teaching. )
> "If you say so. ....But we'll get there faster if you let me help."
The muscles in Rupert's jaw twitched as they clenched, and relaxed. He looked over at the black woman, tucked safely behind her dark glasses. There was a woman who he would remember. There was a woman who had just made his **** list.
> "Well I got the bags this far. I'm letting you help enough, thank you."
It was amazing how fast that list could grow.
> "As for your request, Sir, I don't know what you're talking about. ...You'll have to be more specific."
There was really only one reply for that: to reach into his pocket and press down on that remote's button. Rupert stared at the lioness for a long count of three. Then he reached into his pocket, and brought out a half-empty pack of bubblegum. "Trade?" He offered companionably.
He knew what would happen if he pressed that button. He'd get to go home tonight to his dogs and his ferret, cook himself dinner--probably something far too elaborate for one man to eat alone--and he'd sit there in his neatly cleaned kitchen and hate himself. Was the lioness worth that? Honestly, he was having trouble even parting with the gum for the likes of her and her childish ego games. Pressing that button was out of the question. His anger management teacher would be so proud, just as long as his anger management teacher didn't realize his self-restraint was based on hating someone else even more than he hated himself. It was a surprisingly rare event.
Neena watched, fascinated. Rupert was mad, and hiding it poorly. It had something to do with Sara, but what?
"Trade?" He offered the bubble gum. Trade what?
Okay, he'd mention giving something back, and was now offering to trade. So Sara obviously has something Rupert wanted. What had the feline-featured girl gotten a hold of that he wanted so badly?
....
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.... Or may he just wanted it back so badly?
Sara kept quite a bit of her pilferings to herself, but she did share too. Neena went through her mind of the recent acquisitions.
Scissors? Doubtful.
Bracelet remote? Quite likely. Though he was rather calm for that....
Matches? Did he smoke? She sniffed the air curiously.
Maybe she sneak some medication of some sort. The man looked fairly highstrung....
Of course, there was one sure fire way to satisfy her curiosity. And it would be entertaining.
<"Meh, why not?">
"What do you think she stole?" Neena asked Rupert, tilting her head to one side.