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.
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 19, 2016 19:09:08 GMT -6
X-Men
Team Leader of the X-Men Teacher of Self-Defense
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Sept 11, 2024 5:25:13 GMT -6
Sam sipped his scotch and sighed at Alex’s response. The air got colder around them revealing more of Sam’s feelings than he cared to show on his face. Reaching for the bottle of scotch Sam poured Alex some more and then poured some into his own glass. If they were going to have a heart to heart like this… it might be better to drink a bit more. It made it easier to talk about his situation too.
”I killed in self defense and because I wanted to.” Sam offered trying to make it sound like he wasn’t the monster that Alex feared himself to be. ”Dictators, human-traffickers, rapists. Some people just wanted to be left alone with their family but that wouldn’t do.” he shifted slightly then offered, ”I had a long life of kill or be killed before coming here Alex. You aren’t the only one.” he sipped his glass hearing those words that Neena and countless others recited to him.
”I thought about killing myself once or twice as well but my mutation seemed to have other ideas for me.” he sipped his scotch again. ”Some days will be easier than others and others you’ll want to throw yourself off a cliff or drink to the bottom of the bottle. But it doesn’t always need to end that way.” Sam folded his arms and leaned back on the couch. ”You find a reason to wake up every morning and eventually the faces and voices stop.” Sam said lying again to the kid. Alex needed hope not hopelessness.
”Why do you think I make you work out so hard?” Sam asked the kid as he grabbed his glass of ice and scotch, ”Idle body, idle mind. Stay so busy that you can’t think about it.” Sam said revealing the secret to his current life style minus the drinking.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Sept 20, 2016 15:23:17 GMT -6
The Syndicate
Soldier of The Syndicate
Gay
None
500
34
Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
"I had a long life of kill or be killed before coming here Alex. You aren’t the only one."
So why did if feel like he was so alone, why did it feel like he was drown here? He couldn't get afloat like this, struggling was exhausting and he didn't want to any more. Sam filled his glass again and he welcomed the scotch into his system. It nothing to stem the nausea, the self loathing, but it was something, better than nothing.
"Some days will be easier than others and others you’ll want to throw yourself off a cliff or drink to the bottom of the bottle. But it doesn’t always need to end that way. You find a reason to wake up every morning and eventually the faces and voices stop."
He shook his head, he had no reason, just animal drive. It was the same thing that kept him alive after being left alone in the desert. It had been the only thing keeping him from pulling the trigger, burning alive, starving, or throwing himself in front of the first car he came across. It kept him breathing but that was about it. He didn't have a greater purpose, didn't have some magical reason to wake up, to drown it out.
"Why do you think I make you work out so hard? Idle body, idle mind. Stay so busy that you can’t think about it."
"I don't think it's working."he said at last, having remained silently for most of Sam's talking. "That's I think how it used to be. I was so focused on surviving, the day-to-day basics, that there was no room for my brain to think of anything else. But now that I have everything I need, that I don't have to fight for it, there's no reason not to." That was the crux of the matter, and the thought, the memory most in his thoughts right now...
"I know a few folks who would pay good money for a specimen like you, or at least make good use of your body, you're pretty enough for it...That's what the man, my...my first...kill said to me and right now I can't get his voice out of my head or the way he was looking and touching me."he blurted it out but didn't look his dad in the eye, full of guilt and shame and disgust for the way the man made him feel. He didn't want to feel like this but it wouldn't stop.
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 23, 2016 15:31:03 GMT -6
X-Men
Team Leader of the X-Men Teacher of Self-Defense
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Sept 11, 2024 5:25:13 GMT -6
”So… get job. Finish school, workout harder, be a kid, enjoy hanging out with your friends and count yourself lucky you found this place. So you can be bored.” Sam said remembering the days he went out on recruitment for the school. ”A lot of kids aren’t as lucky, they live in that world you and I came from. The one we still feel and see when we close our eyes.” he sipped his scotch.
Nodding his head into his scotch he repeated his first kill, ”You’re mom and dad don’t love you. They aren’t coming for you, little monster. No one is coming to save you. You’re gonna die here.” it’s funny he could never remember exactly what the man said till now. He sipped his whiskey and looked to Alex, ”You killed in self defense sounds like.” Sam said trying to pretend that his was as well.
”You’re a good kid Alex. You shouldn’t have had to go through that. No kid should.” if he was standing he’d sit down but he was sitting so he drank. ”One of the reasons why I became an X-Men. One of the reasons I am who I am… No kid should have to ever go through that, my reason.”
Posted by Alex Maurell on Sept 29, 2016 19:06:06 GMT -6
The Syndicate
Soldier of The Syndicate
Gay
None
500
34
Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
Alex nodded numbly, the alcohol finally taking affect, smoothing the edges of his nerves and all the whispering in his head became a far away thing. Sam made it all sound so simple and he wanted it to be, but he knew, just knew that nothing would be that easy for him. It'd be too good to be true it was, a honey pot to trap him. Even still, he wanted to try, keep trying. Though, trying was hard sometimes.
Listening to Sam, his dad, recount the words said to him with his own first kill was chilling. Whoever it had been, their intentions had been clear, and Sam made the connection between them. People who preyed on children and...got what was coming to them. So why did he feel guilty and disgusting every time he thought about it? Why was he thinking about it now of all times?
He closed his eyes again, trying to block out the crawling sensation and focus on the numbing effect of the scotch. It wasn't exactly enough, he still felt isolated, still felt alone, still felt nothing was going to make any of this right. He glanced back up at Sam, wondering what he should do, if he was allowed to do what he wanted to. There was no way to find out unless he did it, right?
As Sam wrapped up his little speech about why he does what he does and that Alex was a good kid, said kid stood up and plopped down on the couch next to him. Without a word he leaned his head on the ice-mancers shoulder. It was probably a level of contact that the man was unused to and Alex was expecting to get shoved away. "Sorry, just...just let me have this?"he asked, quiet and hopeful. It had been a really long time since he's had a parent to lean on and even though he was nearing adulthood, he missed it.
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 29, 2016 19:30:54 GMT -6
X-Men
Team Leader of the X-Men Teacher of Self-Defense
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107
Sept 11, 2024 5:25:13 GMT -6
When Alex stood up Sam was hoping the kid wouldn’t puke in his room. That was the least thing he wanted. Sam doubted that Bruno would try to eat it but it all depended on what the kid ate from before. Sam leaned forward but then leaned back uncomfortably when Alex sat down next to him and rested his head on Sam’s shoulder. ”…. Errr…. Right….” Sam put an arm around Alex and then patted the kid on the shoulder.
”There there…” he was awkwardly reminded of his son who on occasion used to have a breakdown when other kids made fun of him for Sammy’s horns and tail. One of the few times his ‘not-real’ son cried on him. Sam in turn silently started to cry. His one eye was soon filled with tears which quickly froze for he wasn’t one to let any tears fall. Not like this.
”Yeah… It’s gonna be a while before we drink together again.” Sam muttered as he let the kid have his moment. Sam was still clearly uncomfortable and he kept trying to get Bruno or Cammie’s help as if they could.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Oct 21, 2016 22:27:54 GMT -6
The Syndicate
Soldier of The Syndicate
Gay
None
500
34
Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
Alex could feel how tense Sam got with something as simple as his head on his shoulder. He didn't want to make things more uncomfortable than they already were. But he wanted physical contact more than that. He just needed it, a grounding in reality, something that for now, he could prove was real. It was small and silly for a young man like him to need, but he just needed it.
For once he was going to let himself be close to someone. An adoptive father was a good start. "Yeah… It’s gonna be a while before we drink together again."
Alex gave a soft laugh at that and smiled, "Sorry..." Guess he'd have to find this elsewhere, cuddle therapy was a thing right? He probably read about it somewhere a while ago, he couldn't quite remember where or when or how he'd even come across such information. He blinked sleepily and stared down at his empty glass before closing his eyes again. In any case, no matter how uncomfortable Sam was, Alex felt...better, safe.
Without even realizing it, he had fallen asleep, lulled to it by the comfort of someone else's presence and the alcohol in his system.
(Ooc: Think this or the next post might be a good place to stop.)
Posted by Cold Steel on Oct 22, 2016 11:41:57 GMT -6
X-Men
Team Leader of the X-Men Teacher of Self-Defense
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Sept 11, 2024 5:25:13 GMT -6
Sam took a swig from the bottle and slowly shifted his weight out from under Alex when the kid was asleep. It was more emotions than he was comfortable with but again, Alex was starting to remind Sam of his ‘not-real’ kids. The thought of them made him feel sad so when he was up and moving he grabbed a blanket and laid it on the little drunk. Sam then grabbed a pillow from his bed and tossed it on the couch and then the ice-mancer laid the kid down.
He’d be hung over for sure but he was pretty sure Alex would feel worse. Making sure Alex wasn’t sleeping on his back Sam left the room and headed down the hallway, then the stairs. Eventually he found himself at the danger room doors with a fresh bottle in his hand and a few tears on his face. When Sam entered the danger room and with the door behind him now shut Sam muttered in a hoarse tone, ”Scenario… home.”