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 Liz Sundance on May 12, 2023 11:45:44 GMT -6
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Elizabeth stared at Hercules. "Balance," she repeated slowly, as if tasting the word for the first time. "Right...." Whatever that meant. She had actual things to balance, such as being a dorm mother for a group of frightened teens thrown into chaos and confusion while also trying to deal with the lack of mansion facilities and remaining available to put out other fires as they came up.
She knelt on the corner of the blanket opposite to Hercules. She was wearing jeans so she didn't have to be too particular about how she sat, but she wasn't feeling like sprawling out. Rather, she was waiting until Herc took her back to her temporary office.
"A date?" Liz frowned. "And I told you I don't have time right now. I'm sorry, I'm not ignoring you, I'm just really needed for the kids and the school." With her hands folded on her lap, only her eyes moved, tracking Hercules's movement as he laid out...food.
Her frown deepened. This wasn't going to end any time soon, was it? She sighed. You don't have to worry about me, Hercules," she said again. "I'm fine. I'm just really business right now and this..." she nodded at the picnic display, "...really isn't helping me get things done." A scattering of ants that were sloppily making their way across the blanket toward the cheese abruptly formed into a strict column and proceeded to watch themselves away from the food.
The bottle opened, he held the cork and he set it in the basket so he wouldn’t be accused of littering. She was still fighting him on this. She was stubborn. One of the things he adored about the woman. She knew what she want and spoke her mind. She was brilliant.
”The kids will be there upon our return. There is a building of teachers and people willing to help the kids. You can at least take a lunch with me. It won’t be long.” he said warmly as he handed her a glass of wine. ”I have sparkling water if you prefer.” he said adding and rummaging through the basket and lifting a small bottle.
”Elizabeth... you forget who I am... what I am. For me to not worry goes against my very existence.” he said sighing and looking back to her. His eyes were sad for her. Almost as if he was holding onto the emotions she should be feeling.
”Your home was destroyed. Those you protect were put in danger. Even gods feel.” he said not looking away from her. They had talked about him taking on the power of Atlas once, her ability to feel what animals were feeling.
”Lunch... that is it. Please. If this isn’t for you at least allow me to be selfish and enjoy the company I so missed for a measly lunch... Olive?” he asked hefting the container and a fork. ”I brought cheeses as well. If something else is more to your liking.” the burly god said as he pulled an assortment of cheeses and meats from the container.
Posted by Liz Sundance on May 29, 2023 13:03:06 GMT -6
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Liz just stared blankly at Hercules for a few moments. Hmmm. He wasn't taking her back. That was...annoying. What were her options? They weren't so far away that Liz couldn't walk back, although that was far from ideal. She was wearing flats but they weren't suited for so much cross-country travel. Besides, Hercules could easily catch her.
She could always abandon her body and escape via psychic possession. Back in Antarctica, when her body had been undergoing field surgery, and later when the exploding submarine had killed the orca she was in possession of at the time, that she could not truly be contained. There was always an animal nearby, even in the Antarctic ice.
The blonde cocked her head. No, possessing wasn't going to be an option. She needed opposable thumbs and speech capabilities for her work. Even finding a raccoon wasn't going to be an option.
Lunch it was.
Elizabeth let out a deep breath and slumped down. "Fine," she said, "I'll take the water." She could work through dinner instead, maybe get caught up on work then.
She met his sea green eyes with her chocolate brown gaze. She frowned slightly at what she saw there. "I don't have time to feel," she said. "There's way too much going on. Haven has been a valuable aid, but even a temporary shared space is ruffling feathers all over the place. Half of what we're dealing with is just coordinating efforts, finding resources, and figuring out who can do what and where. Like you said, our home was destroyed. The bare minimum of Maslow's hierarchy of needs put food and shelter first. Feelings don't come until way later."
Then Liz saw the food. Against her will, her stomach growled. "This...looks good..." she admitted, finally taking in everything her boyfriend had prepared for her.
When she finally conceded his smile brightened showing off his bleach white teeth, ”Wonderful!” she had options, it’s just Hercules would have been more reluctant to make those happen. She needed to feel. To communicate how she was. Staying busy was all well and good but she was only a mortal and like he said before, even God’s feel.
Hercules started pouring the water into a glass for her and handed it over and pulled some bread from the cooler as well. Once all the contents were spread out around them Hercules took a sip of his own glass, a wine as she explained the situation further.
”There is always time to feel Elizabeth, it just might not seem as important, but it is. That’s what makes us human.” he took an olive with a fork and pulled it off and tossed it in his mouth. He tried to choose his words carefully because it was already a process to get her to agree to lunch.
”Tell me more of this Maslow and his hierarchy of needs. He seems smart.” he said hoping he could see the spark she got when she explained something new to the god. ”You have food, and as you said Haven has been a big help. Even William and I are staying there for now until the mansion is rebuilt. Food and shelter. You have both now, it’s only temporary but how far until feelings appear on the list?”
”You are doing wonderful at coordinating. However I believe you need some help. Allow me to offer up my services. While I know little of the realm of paperwork I do believe I can help somehow. Maybe I can help speed up the building process of the mansion? I have built many shelters before.” When was the last time he had swung a hammer? Buildings were still made of wood right?
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jun 8, 2023 21:15:24 GMT -6
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Elizabeth accepted the water and took a sip. As she was setting it down on the blanket, her gaze sharpened at Hercules. "Do not tell me how important feeling is," she said. A sudden low buzzing could be hear from the surrounding forest, as if every bug and bird and furry thing was suddenly moving in agitation. Then they all stilled and the sound went away. Liz let out a breath. "Sorry. It's just....that's not what makes us humans."
Animals felt. Keenly, strongly, variously as powerful as humans, or differently. Not all animals felt things the same way or to the same degree, but every animal Liz had ever encountered had feelings. Even the ants in her office had emotions, minimal as they were. Even at this moment, Elizabeth's mind was sifting and straining hundreds of minds from the sky, the trees, and buried in the dirt. "I have been doing this for my entire adult life and most of my teenage years," she said to her boyfriend. "I know the power of feelings. I also know the dangers of them."
All those times she'd lost control, all the trauma in the animals she'd caused, much less the trauma on herself or the damage inflicted on her surroundings. No, there would be no repeats of that.
Liz reached over and took a napkin and bread, beginning to build a sandwich from the deli meats and cheeses. "Maslow had some good points," she said as she squirted a bit of mustard on the bread before slapping it on top of her sandwich. "Haven has been a blessing, but I can almost guarantee they're overextended in helping us. Too many people, too many needs, all at once. Still, it's something. But the next stage of the hierarchy is safety. Quite frankly, I think it will be a long time before any of us feel that."
Even in the heart of Haven, apparently a mystic had made his way in and done something to Iris, deactivating her powers. "We're not truly safe anywhere."
She mechanically began chewing her food. "Talk to Sam," she said in between bits. "I believe he's been dealing with getting contractors together for the construction." Liz didn't say that she thought Hercules would likely just be in the way of things. He was strong and kind and could likely work for days without rest, but he wasn't that great with impulse control. Sometimes it seemed like he forgot other people couldn't do the things he could and that could put them in danger.
There was a tension in the air.... did the prince of power say something wrong? She was repressing her feelings. Hercules wanted her to not avoid them. He did however forget she was an animal empath. He had met her as the wizard queen and she could control animals. Not control, control but ask them to help. He sometimes forgot what that meant for her. Maybe he made a mistake whisking her away for the lunch.
No... this felt like it was needed. Madison happened to be a very empathetic person. One the slayer of titans trusted on this subject matter. Sometimes... he could be dense. ”I did not mean to upset you. I only worry.” he said again hefting another olive into his mouth. Olives... yum.
”It saddens me deeply that in this day and age so many don’t feel safe. I’d like to change that.” he said honestly. The students deserved it as the teachers and other residents. ”Upon our return I shall do what I can to ensure the students feel safe.” he didn’t know how he’d do it but he was going to try. He held up the ‘world’ before. Surely he could help some children feel safe.
>>> "We're not truly safe anywhere."
The son of Olympus went silent. His eyes started to water as he felt the wrath of millennia well up inside him. He was angry and sad. For all he had done in lifetimes he had failed at protecting the school. If only there was more he could do. He had power. Why couldn’t he have done more.
”I’m sorry I have failed you and the students... I... wasn’t strong enough...” he wanted to shout, scream. Tear a tree from the ground. He needed an outlet something that would help him channel all his feelings. He needed direction. Guidance. For this moment he felt lost.
”I shall discuss contracting my services with Sam of the Rime.” he could be a contractor. He’d help anyway he could. Lifting things, moving things and swinging a hammer. That was something he could do. For Elizabeth. For the students and the mansion. He promised he’d keep them safe and failed.
”I... I understand.” he said deflated and defeated. ”Apologies for dragging you out here. I shall look into this Maslow and his wisdom and won’t ask you any more on the subject until you feel safe.” he stopped eating. He was no longer hungry.
Elizabeth shook her head. "No need to apologize," she said. "I'm not upset. I'm not really anything right now. I appreciate you trying to look out for me. I....I guess I haven't been doing much of that myself lately." She looked down at the remaining half of her sandwich. When was the last time she'd had lunch? Was it the day of the assault? Come to think of it, she couldn't remember too many breakfasts either.
She put her sandwich down on its napkin and then onto the blanket. Her eyes were locked on Hercules. "We would appreciate your help," she said quietly, smoothing out non-existent wrinkles on her jeans. "But I think this is something we're going to have to do ourselves. We need allies, yes, but we also need to be able to look out for ourselves and stand up for ourselves. It won't mean anything if other people hand it to us."
Elizabeth was blinking fast and she realized her hands were clenched. She frowned at them and then looked back at Hercules. This time, she really saw him.
She thought this was all for her benefit, the picnic and the kidnapping. And maybe it was, at least as far as Hercules had planned it, but it occurred to her that maybe this was just as much for Hercules as herself. Maybe Hercules was doing what she'd been doing - looking out for everyone but herself.
He claimed to be the Hercules of myth, the man who'd faced monsters and armies and gods themselves, triumphing every time. The man first into danger and last to leave, taking the blows meant for others and being that indomitable champion for humanity.
This time, it hadn't been enough.
The Welldrinkers had been defeated, but at a great and heavy cost. Though few mutants had died, their home and many of their worldly possessions were gone. The brutality they experienced, the horrors they'd seen....and inflicted....would doubtlessly haunt them for a long time to come.
Elizabeth's eyes turned glassy and she walked forward on her knees toward Hercules's side before shifting her weight to a hip. She leaned against him and put an arm as far around him as she could.
"No, Hercules," she said, a slight hitch in her voice. "You did nothing wrong. Then, or now. If you hadn't been there, it could've been much, much worse." She laid her head against his arm, even as a tear began to roll down her face.
Hercules understood all too well. It was also a reminder that the sun would still streak across the sky once he was gone. She was right. They needed to pull themselves up, learn to defend themselves and walk on their own. He was a protector, not a crutch. Something he had trouble reminding himself about.
The son of Zues brought his knees up and rested his burly arms on them at a loss for what to say or do. This was supposed to be about Elizabeth, not himself. He felt, too much sometimes. What he wanted was to make sure Elizabeth wasn’t closing herself off from the world but more importantly him.
His world was a better place with her in it. No matter their relationship.
Lost in his thoughts, only to be pulled back to the present by a hug. The mighty god of strength practically melted in her embrace. He leaned in wrapped one arm around her and gave her a little squeeze. Yes, he could crush boulders with ease but he could also be gentle.
He did nothing wrong? No, he failed in protecting that school. His time away from the realm of existence had revealed one thing to him. The mortals were becoming more powerful. The magic he had witnessed that day was... something. It scared him. So much power for evil purposes? It made him want to become stronger as well. He wouldn’t let them surpass his abilities.
”That brings me great joy in hearing that...” he leaned over and kissed the top of her head soaking in the moment. It truly was a beautiful day out. ”I feared you were disappointed with me. I didn’t know mortals were capable of such power. It truly is something.”
”So what is next? Rebuild, then what? I hear word of some mystics starting an organization of some kind. Not like the welldrinkers but more to make sure something like that never happens again.” he said half wondering if he should join them. While he wasn’t a mystic, he knew they could give him more power in return for his help. Did his masters already know of this?
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jun 19, 2023 8:12:51 GMT -6
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Elizabeth leaned into the embrace and closed her eyes. She wanted to savor this. She felt him shifting and wrap an arm around her and for that moment, that beautiful sliver of time, everything was right in the world. Another tear slid down her face and she smiled in spite of it. These were the kinds of moments she needed, the reminders of what she worked so hard for. A nearby robin burst into a song as Elizabeth slackened her mental grasp on the area a bit.
"I think I would've been disappointed if you hadn't been there with us that day," Liz said, rubbing Hercules's back. "And I think it would have destroyed you if you hadn't been there." There were many things about the man that Liz didn't fully believe or ask about, but she didn't for a minute doubt his drive to stand up for those who couldn't stand up for themselves or to throw himself headfirst into any worthy conflict. She could still vividly recall watching Hercules through a dozen pairs of eyes as he charged the man who'd eventually laid waste to the mansion. The same man who'd wiped out the majority of her swarms in a few waves of his hand.
All those minds she felt die.
Liz shuddered and pressed herself tighter against Hercules, as if he could shield her from her memories. "I am going to have nightmares of that for a very long time," she admitted.
"I don't know what comes next," Liz said. "That's so far out, right now." The rebuilding would likely take at least a month just for things to be livable. The school parts would probably take longer to bring up to their pre-destruction standards, and then they'd have to get the kids back. There was a good chance the mansion would be closed for the rest of the semester. But the idea of an organization for magic users? "I hope they have good people," she said, a note of bitterness in her voice. Perhaps if people like Becca and Rex were involved, they could be a powerful voice for goodness and order. Otherwise, Liz strongly hoped the government would keep an eye on the group.
”All of the inhabitants of Tartus couldn’t keep me from being there. I have given you and several others my word that the mansion falls under my protection... even if the building was destroyed.” he said forcing the last bit out like it was still on his mind. It will be for a long time. Meaning he would redouble his efforts to protect it.
”William wouldn’t have allowed me to miss it, he has grown found of the school and the idea of the place. Not only that but Madison and Serena were there as well. I’d be an awful hero and a worse servant if I wasn’t there.” she was right though. It would have killed him, Hercules tried to lead a life without regrets. It was a long life. There was no need to carry the weight of each regret. Even Atlas would have had trouble with it.
The ancient Greek smiled when she buried herself into him. Glad she was opening herself up to talk. This was a good idea. Even a robin in the trees seemed to think so as it sang. The wind rustled the trees and Hercules took a moment to soak in the day and the beauty of the environment around them and the company he was with. He looked down to the top of Elizabeth’s head and smiled more. Sometimes his curse didn’t feel like one.
”And I will be there to comfort you if you wish.” he said kissing the top of her head again. ”It was a lot. To see your home destroyed. I have been there a few times and it is something that still stings when I think about it.” he said recalling past lives with other masters. Even before he ascended and took on the mantle as a protector. ”But you will rebuild and remember that feeling.”
”I will find out. I’ve heard that most of the members were the ones that were there that day with us. William shows little interest in them but believes he can use them for...” what was the word he said... ”For resources.” he said with a wide grin proud of William.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jul 24, 2023 16:58:23 GMT -6
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Liz let out a sharp snort before she could help herself. It came right on the tail end of Hercules describing his own encounters with loss.
"I'm sorry," she said, rubbing his arm with a hand. "I'm not taking this lightly, it's just...well...why do we do this?" she asked, tilting her face up toward him.
"Why do we spend almost every date like this?" she said, gesturing between them. "We cry, we get sad, we keep trying to one-up each other with disasters and tragedies! I don't know any other couple that does this."
She smiled and shook her head. It wasn't a joyous smile, but rather an ironic one, like a person drenched by rain but seeing a bit of a rainbow. "Not that I'm complaining," she said.
”I should hope not.” the ancient Greek said welcoming the touch on his arm. ”I’ve been told I wear my emotions on my clothing...” he paused after biting into an olive and then looking up, ”my sleeve...?” he wasn’t sure if it was the right saying. Half the time he didn’t even wear sleeves.
”I don’t see it that way.” Hercules said looking to Elizabeth with a warm smile, his sadness disappearing as quickly as it came. His hand cupped the one placed on his arm, ”I see it as being honest with each other.” letting go of her hand he continued, ”I should hope not you are complaining. That would make me very sad.”
”Would you prefer to spend our dates a different way? I thought the point of dating in this age was getting to know someone better? What better way than being honest with the other person?” Hercules asked curiously. Was this not how dating was supposed to work? No, he had watched enough ‘stories’ on day time learning what not to do.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Sept 28, 2023 17:03:10 GMT -6
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Liz smiled. "On your sleeve, yes," she said, enjoying the man's still-slight trouble with English idioms. Even if it was an act, it was an amusing one.
What wasn't an act was how she felt when she looked at him and saw all the tears and sorrow melt away into that warm, radiant smile of his. She squeezed gently his arm gently as his hand enveloped hers. "No, no, I'm not complaining at all," she said truthfully. Those words surprised her and she blinked. "Huh, I'm really not complaining."
She stared off into the distance for a moment before smiling again. "I think you're right, Hercules," she said, staring back into his beautiful green eyes. "I think this is better. I don't think I'm ever as free as I am when I'm with you."
As if to underscore her point, a trio of butterflies burst out of a bush nearby and fluttered their haphazard ways over the picnic and split off into three directions as nearby cicadas began their symphonies anew.
"You pull a lot of this stuff out of me - more than anyone else - but you also understand me better than anyone else. You know what it's like to hold an entire world on your shoulders."