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.
Katrina watched Calley’s reaction to the flower-book. Apparently Calley couldn’t see the book at all. He dropped it at first, which almost made Katrina lose her concentration in surprise, then picked it up again, groping for the edges and balanced it on his head. Katrina laughed. She wouldn’t have thought that the serious Calley of a few moments ago would have done such a thing, but now he was. Then he dropped it again. The flower-book fell like a heavy book and not at all like a dainty flower, hitting Calley in the knee.
Serious Calley was back, “A question: did you attempt to affect the book’s texture and odor, as well? Or did you only try to affect its appearance? As you may have noticed, your experiment was a success in that regard. Congratulations, Katrina.”
“I only thought about what it would look like,” she responded excitedly, sitting up in her chair. “I never thought about trying to make it feel or smell different. Let me try.”
Katrina narrowed her eyes at the book again and tried to imagine a flowery smell and texture for it. What did sunflowers smell like again? As she concentrated on the smell, the image of the flower flickered and Calley was left holding just a book again.
“Mmhm,” Katrina uttered in frustration. She glared at the book. Smell and look like a flower! Feel like a flower! She tried to imagine the how it felt to hold and smell a sunflower, but she couldn’t do it all at once. She could imagine a book that felt like a flower stem and a book that smelled flowery, but not a flower that looked and smelled like it should. Other thoughts interrupted her concentration, such as math was easier and I could give someone a whole bouquet of books. The flower image flickered once more, then was gone.
“It’s so hard,” she muttered. She tried once more, but she couldn’t even summon the flower image she had start with. She felt pathetic. All of the triumphant feeling that she had gotten from making the first flower appear was gone. She crossed her arms and slumped back, pouting in as grown up a way as she could manage.
Posted by Cheshire on Oct 23, 2007 19:33:12 GMT -6
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Slate stared evenly at the book in his hands, and back at the young lady before him. “It is hard, yes.” He agreed. He did not quite know how to deal with her sulking, so he simply ignored it. “I can assure you that your power is not limited to sight, however. The senses of touch and smell are also in your realm of control. Presumably, taste, as well.” While Calley might be willing to maul a textbook to test this theory, Slate himself was less inclined. Therefore, he chose against suggesting a trial. “Tell me, was this your first controlled attempt to apply your powers?” He asked. If it was... he was quite impressed. Particularly seeing as how the clutter had not begun methodically testing their power until... hmm...
Don’t you ‘hmm’ me, Slate. You haven’t been doing anything, either.
Indeed. The difference between us being, of course, that I possess perfect control over my faucet of our mutation.
You tryin’ to say something?
Yes.
...Particularly seeing as how the clutter had never tested the limits of their powers, except by accident. Several incidents guest staring Antonescu came to mind—their rapid shifting when first the man caught them, the subsequent marathon of shifting to pay the Mansion a visit, and more recently, their torture-induced partial-shift to cat. Their employer was rather a good influence in that regard.
[/color]Slate, stop making my brain feel dirty.
He does encourage us to test our limits.
...Slate, stop sounding so approving.
....
To conclude: “Full control and understanding of your powers will come only through practice. For now, that was quite good. Perhaps you should establish a training schedule.”
[/color]I know you aren’t just talking to her.
I do credit you with some observation skills, yes.[/color]
Katrina perked up a little. So, Calley had been able to tell that there were changes in the book’s texture and smell. So that meant it had worked, if not quite all at once like Katrina had hoped.
Serious-Calley then asked if this was her first time trying to control her powers. When Katrina nodded, Serious-Calley added his recommendation for a “training schedule”. Katrina assumed he meant something like a practice calendar like the one she used to keep track practicing for music lessons.
“Yeah, I could do that. I don’t have anything else to do what with no school and all. So I’ll have lots of time to practice my illusions, just like I practice oboe every day.”
Katrina realized that she hadn’t practiced the day yesterday. She felt a little guilty, but it had been kind of a crazy day. She could make up for it by practicing extra today.
“Speaking of which, do you know if there is anywhere I could find a music stand so I could practice oboe?”
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“Yeah, I could do that. I don’t have anything else to do what with no school and all. So I’ll have lots of time to practice my illusions, just like I practice oboe every day.”
Slowly, ever so slowly, one of Slate’s eyebrows crept upwards. “If you indeed have ‘lots of time’, I would suggest that you do more than practice your illusions and your oboe. It is a shame that there is no formal school for you and I to attend.” Wow, Slate. Wow. You actually do think that’s a shame, don’t you? “However, that does not forestall independent study. I, for one, intend to research many subjects on my own during this time.” The algebra and comparative anatomy books were ready testament to this statement. “If you would care to join me upon occasion, I would not mind the company.”
“Speaking of which, do you know if there is anywhere I could find a music stand so I could practice oboe?”
“Hmm...” Slate said. Considering the fact that their collar camera seemed suspiciously as if it was monitored at all hours of the day, no part of their mind had any doubt that Katrina’s request would reach the appropriate ears. With this in mind, he answered simply; “I have little doubt that one can be located for you. I will ask a guard for you, later. Should I suggest it be delivered to your room?”
Wow, it seemed that Calley really did wish that he could go to school. Katrina didn’t mind at all not going, it was nice to have a break. Of course, she missed her friends back at her real school.
“It’s alright, I can get the music stand for myself if you give me directions. I don’t need anybody to wait one me.” She had some friends back home that expected to be waited on all the time. They were nice people, but they kind of disgusted Katrina at times. She was more a fan of doing things herself. This was probably because back at home Hans seemed more like her friend than a butler to her, so she avoided making him do things.
“Wait a minute, aren’t you one of the guards? You have he same uniform.” Even if it is too big for you.
Posted by Cheshire on Oct 28, 2007 10:38:21 GMT -6
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In the back of their mind, Calley laughed so hard that even Slate smiled the slightest bit. “No,” he answered simply, modeling the over-size of the uniform he wore by tugging up the edges of the shirt collar: it was only an inch or so smaller across than his shoulders. “It is safe to say I am not a guard. If you recall, my mutation is to shift to tiger; this tends to lead to the misplacing of clothing. The guards were considerate enough to lend me some of their own.”
I’m hungry.
...We just ate.
It was busy last night!
...We ate a significant amount last night.
Their stomach growled. From the smugness in the clutter, Slate did not doubt that one of Calley’s many half-abandoned projects was to gain conscious control of their stomach’s vocalizations. The very fact that such a thing made so little sense acted as supporting evidence.
With a sense of resignation, Slate said: “I believe I know where the music room is, if you would care to go there now.” The clutter had seen something that looked like a music room, at least, upon one of their many, many, many randomized mappings of this place. “The canteen is on the way. Would you mind if we stopped there shortly to pick up a sandwich?”
[/color]A BLT! A BLT!
...Please be quiet while I am in control. Thank you.[/i]
Katrina laughed as Calley modeled the hugeness of the uniform, then nodded as he laid out a plan to stop at the canteen on the way to the music room. She’d have to head back to her room and pick up her oboe before she could practice, but it would be good to see where the music room was. And besides, her stomach was growling too.
“Actually, I’m a bit hungry myself.” She was always hungry these days, she must be growing.
Katrina followed Calley out the door of the library, and to the canteen, where they each picked out BLT sandwiches.