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 Quincy Archer on Sept 19, 2024 21:06:45 GMT -6
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Quin just nodded when Will thanked her. That’s how that worked, after all. Friends were entitled to give and take. If she and Will weren’t friends at this point, Quin didn’t know what they were.
Either way, it was nice to know that she’d helped even a little.
Will listened as Quin rambled about her powers. As she struggled to put into words something that was completely intuitive to her but that nobody else could do. Quin was still unsatisfied with the way it had all come out and she wracked her brain trying to figure out a better way to articulate it all. Had she ever tried to explain it like this before? Quin didn’t think that she had. Surely she could do better…
Will spoke though and Quin realized It was her turn to listen again so she pushed her own thoughts back to focus on Will’s answer to her question.
For a moment, Quin thought that Will was going to stop talking after he said there hadn’t been many active participants for him to practice his powers on. That was probably true, Quin thought. From what Will had said his powers required touch to use, and the way he’d said he usually didn’t even tell people he had powers would have made it difficult to experiment. But he continued…
Will thought he had an idea about how far he could tweak things, but was concerned about how well a person would take it… how much he could mess things up if he did that. It seemed like he was having similar problems to her trying to put it all into words and Quin gave him a small empathetic smile as he tried anyway.
“Couldn’t you just turn it off if you went too far? You didn’t seem to have any trouble with my ribs and you said that you could even let it snap back to default without touching, right?” Quin said, curious again. “I mean, sure it would be weird to taste purple…but if it was just temporary….” she shrugged.
“Maybe if you practiced a bit more you wouldn’t have to run yourself ragged.”
Quin did have a valid point. Even if things were getting uncomfortable, or even painful for the person's senses he was altering, he could always just snip the link and set them back to baseline. Right?
That -is- the way it worked. As far as he knew. But...
There was always that but lurking in the background. Before, it was 'but I don't have anyone to test this with'. Which was true, but also a way for him to shirk having to think further about it. It kept it his burden, sure, but it also made it so things stayed simple. Quin seemed to have a knack of making things complicated. Though he couldn't say she'd made anything worse, just... more.
The 'but' now though was that that's the way it worked, 'but what if it didn't'? What if pushing things too far kept them amped up somehow? Or deadened? What if there we side effects to altering the same sense too many times, like a rubber band losing elasticity, or a material with shape memory, and the persons senses starting laying in the 'wrong' way?
What if he pushed someone's senses too far too fast and he broke something? Will caught his concerns before they got -too- out of hand. He... -probably- couldn't break anything. If he could, the folks he'd zapped before this would be in much worse shape than they would up. And it's not like he'd be so reckless as to do that to someone, short of a life or death situation.
"Yeah..." Will said, after mulling it over, sounding more than a little hesitant, but seemed to either shake it off or push it down. "Guess you've got a point there. Near as I can tell, it's just side effects that linger once I snip the link, and that's only if I'm really hitting someone with it." Will raised an eyebrow at Quin, giving her a playful smirk. "But careful what you're suggestin'. It's not like I've got a lotta folks willin' to play guinea pig." Will held the smirk a moment more before the humorous mask dropped and the smirk turned to something more weary. "It'd be nice to be able to turn it off though." He admitted, quiet for a moment before he continued, his voice picking back up some of the playful humor.
"Not all bad though, right? Wouldn't have run into you the other day if I hadn't made it a habit." Will pointed out, pointing at Quin with the bottle to emphasize his point. "And well, pair of runnin' legs came in handy today too." He wasn't -quite- arguing against practicing his abilities, but there was some clear reluctance that was showing in the way he was defending his prior choices.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 20, 2024 12:05:11 GMT -6
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Will was thinking and Quin sat quietly while he did so. In all honesty she felt a little bad for asking so many questions. Today had already been a lot and there had been a few times that Will had looked absolutely shell-shocked. He was fidgeting with the bottle almost constantly, and his expressions kept oscillating between the easy smirk he seemed to favor and something far more thoughtful or serious and Quin wondered if she was doing the same.
It all made Quin think again about their conversation earlier and how she had never been anything but comfortable with her powers and their existence. In fact, Quin had been celebrated by her parents for having another thing that made her unique and they’d loved it when she’d figured out she could pull plastic to her when they’d gone and cleaned up parks or highways or campgrounds. The people they’d camp with or stay with in the summers had been the same way.
School had always been pretty great too, and if there’d been a few times when people had said things or done things that were unkind simply because she was a mutant, she’d definitely had an easier time of things than it seemed like Will had. After all this time keeping things under wraps, having someone pushing and prodding was probably a lot. On top of the day with all of its potentially life-threatening drama…
When Will spoke though, he didn’t really shy away from the topic, he even ceded her point that he could always turn things off if they got too intense for whoever he was practicing with.
The smirk was back now and Will was warning Quin to be careful what she suggested. She had kind of offered to help him out earlier. She would too and was going to say so, but Will’s smile faded and he admitted that it would be nice to be able to turn off his powers. Quin nodded sympathetically, what else could she do?
Still, Will pointed out that it wasn’t all bad because if he hadn’t been running himself half to death on the hottest day of the year they wouldn’t have run into each other.
“And then who would be pestering you with deep questions after the craziest day of your life?” Quin said with a grin, hoping to lighten things up again. “And we haven’t even gotten to politics and religion yet…”
All joking aside though, they’d already kind of hashed out how bad things might have gone if they hadn’t both been at the coffee shop today. Quin still thought she’d have been the one in far more trouble, but they’d well established they’d just bicker on that point.
He was going on too much. Or, at least going on a lot. Maybe just giving Quin a lot to think about? She seemed like she was about to say things once or twice, and then he kept on going. Hopefully he'd answered whatever she questions she was going to ask, or filled in whatever comment she was going to make. Maybe the day was just starting to wear on her too... it's not as though he hadn't been slipping into little bits and fits of introspection.
It didn't help he felt a little silly too. Talking about his own abilities, even just opening talking about things about mutants felt like reaching to to grasp a hot coal, making him feel tentative and waiting for the worst, only to find there was nothing harmful there at all. That he could talk freely without worry or judgement. But it didn't stop that twist of fear and anxiety in his gut each time. He would have thought he'd be -more- likely to clam up, exhausted as he was, emotionally and physically, but it seemed like he just didn't have the energy to keep his guard up for that sort of thing, or else the idea of comfort from someone else was more tempting than hiding.
Will did have to give a laugh at Quin's absurd question though, as she asked who'd be pestering him with deep and personal questions after the most intense day of his life. "Y'got me there. But, the least I can do is answer a few in exchange for the pepperoni. Pizza tax and all that." Will joked back, falling back into the easy comfort of bad jokes and humor. Quin mentioned that they hadn't gotten into religion or politics yet. Will wasn't sure if Quin was particularly religious or spiritual (though considering the lack of prayers in the chapel, probably not the usual stripes if she was), but he could guess they likely landed in similar political bubble, considering several things that had been said.
Not really the time to bring those up, but in short, he wasn't worried.
"Yeah, I'll prob-" Will started to respond to Quin's offer, catching himself as he started giving her a half-hearted, wishy-washy reply. "I will take you up on that... Soon, anyway. Not exactly the time to be fiddlin' with your senses, I think."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 20, 2024 22:38:43 GMT -6
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Quin had to laugh a little as Will played along, taking another long drink from her almost empty water bottle. It surprised her a bit that she’d drank it so fast, but they’d been talking a lot and Quin didn’t know if she’d ever drink enough water to account for all the running earlier in the day.
“If all this is the tax for a grocery store pizza, I can’t wait to see what John’s is worth…especially if you try the fresh slice like I said you should.” she said, still grinning and carrying the joke through a little further.
Will started to say he’d probably take her up on her offer to be a guinea pig, but seemed to stop himself and then start again. He would take her up on her offer, but not tonight. “You’re probably right…” she admitted a bit wearily. “But one of these days I really kind of want to know what colors taste like…” she teased. Will had talked about that sort of thing like it wasn’t necessarily good or an intended consequence when he used his powers, but it really was an interesting thought.
Taking one last drink of her water to empty the bottle, Quin started fidgeting with the plastic like she had earlier in the day, squishing it down and then holding it up to show Will, giving him a reprieve from the focus of the conversation, “This is just something I can do.” she said, stretching the bottle back so it dipped in the middle a bit like those slimes or clays that were so popular, “As long as I’m touching it. I had to pour water into glass or metal bottles for a while when I was younger…I’d poke holes in the plastic bottles by accident and end up with wet clothes.”
She smiled and squished the whole thing back together, “Now I just like to play with it. Takes up less space in the trash too.”