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.
Well that was a win-win deal if he’d ever heard one. Still, he took a moment to think. Or to give all appearances of thinking, in any case. Finally—with a highly tentative air—he nodded. “That would be fair, I guess.” Indeed, it would be fair. See? He was telling the truth already. “I’m going to stick with the question I already asked: what did Hunter do to you?” He brought the lime green squeaky hedgehog out, and tucked it onto its preferred shoulder-top perch. No doubt it would like to hear this, too.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jan 2, 2008 22:13:13 GMT -6
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“I’m going to stick with the question I already asked: what did Hunter do to you?”
<"No surprise there. Now, how to put it?">
"He ehanced my mutation, and tried to teach me how to use it better. It didn't exactly work out like planned."
Okay, so it wasn't the whole truth, but it was the truth. She added, "We're not exactly on the friendliest of terms right now." No half-truths there, whatsoever.
"Now what, exactly, did you mean when you wanted to know if I was 'like you'?"
"Now what, exactly, did you mean when you wanted to know if I was 'like you'?"
Calley did a foot-to-foot dance, accidentally dropping the lime green squeaky hedgehog: he caught it in one hand, tossed to the other, then up to his head. With a light jump he caught it and... balance, balance... got a lime green squeaky hat. He kept his eyes upward as he replied.
“It seems like everyone I meet either doesn’t know him, or works for him and loves it. I’m definitely not in either of those categories. And neither are you. Process of elimination wise, that might make us alike.” Honestly, he was getting really sick of the people who liked Hunter. He was Hunter. How could you like Hunter?
“My question: were you a mutant before you met Hunter?” Yeah, he was copying one of Iris’ own questions. But it was really such a good one, wasn’t it?
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jan 2, 2008 22:44:23 GMT -6
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“It seems like everyone I meet either doesn’t know him, or works for him and loves it. I’m definitely not in either of those categories. And neither are you. Process of elimination wise, that might make us alike.”
Whether Calley intended it or not, the neon-colored squeaky toy was proving to be an excellent distraction. Iris missed the hidden phrasing. All she heard was that he didn't like Hunter and he wasn't working for him, which made him like her. Fair enough.
“My question: were you a mutant before you met Hunter?”
And then dropped that little bomb, and she realized she wasn't giving the kid enough credit. While he seemed excessively twitchy and hyperactive, he was paying attention. Great....
She paused for the briefest moment, then stated simply, "Yes." Technically, she was a mutant from conception. Technically, she didn't meet Hunter until she was born. So, technically, the answer was yes.
Moving on.....
"Can you change into anything besides a tiger?" Honestly she was just trying to change the subject.
“Yep,” Calley answered promptly, “I can do sort of a half-and-half form. But I’ve only managed it once.” How much more truthful could you get? Really, he was outshining himself. He bopped the lime green squeaky hedgehog, caught it on the side of his head, and let it roll down to a perch on his shoulder aided by a braking-assist-type shrug of his shoulder.
“Are there any technicalities tacked on to that ‘yes’ you just gave?” Hesitant pauses: the sign of a bad liar. Or bad half-truther, more likely. Calley was curious, and she hadn’t put any limiters on his questioning. Therefore: he was going to push things right up until she turned violent on him. That was how he usually worked, as a matter of fact.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jan 2, 2008 23:12:49 GMT -6
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"Half and half? That must have felt odd...."
“Are there any technicalities tacked on to that ‘yes’ you just gave?”
<"And you underestimated him again...."> Iris mentally smacked herself. <"Note to self: Don't play poker with this kid.">
"Not unless Hunter knew me before I was born," she replied, then quickly followed up with, "Were there any technicalities to the answer you just gave me?"
She didn’t make it a question, so she didn’t get an answer. But yeah. Yeah, it had felt odd. Especially walking: the bone structure of his feet and legs had been caught very much in-between. It would have hurt quite a bit, if he stayed that way for awhile.
"Not unless Hunter knew me before I was born. Were there any technicalities to the answer you just gave me?"
Calley glanced to the lime green squeaky hedgehog, then to Iris. “Interesting phrasing, there.” He said it like a compliment, and it was. He could appreciate a technically-true answer when he heard one. And that, right there, was a technical-truth that left very little doubt about the full truth: Hunter had known her before she was born. Or at least, he might have. There was always the stray chance she’d pulled that out of her hat for no reason what-so-ever. Uh-huh. “Umm, to answer your question: yep. I’m still trying to figure out if that half-and-half thing was a fluke or not. It happened, well, after the Hunter thing. During, actually. So. Yeah.”
“Why did Hunter want to enhance your mutation?” Not to be confused with ‘how did he’: Calley was very interested in the ‘why’. From what he’d seen on the Order’s videotapes, Iris’ mutation was plenty strong already. He could understand Hunter trying to recruit her, but Iris hadn’t even hinted at anything like that. In fact, she seemed to take it fore granted that she could walk away from their relationship at any point. From where Calley was standing, that was very interesting, indeed. The lime green squeaky hedgehog agreed.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jan 2, 2008 23:51:02 GMT -6
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Iris sighed. <"Mental note number two: Never play word games with teenager. Especially this teenager....>"
“Why did Hunter want to enhance your mutation?”
Iris paused in their walking. For a brief moment her eyes glazed over as she cast through her memories.
"He said he wanted to create a super mutant, of sorts. But everything he did...." She reflexively scratched at her shoulder, and her voice lowered. ".... just made things worse....."
That wasn't anger; that was pain. And not physical pain either.
"So what's so special about that toy to you? You haven't stopped playing with it since I met you." She resumed walking and smiled at him as she asked. Since she obviously couldn't out-talk him, maybe she could at least learn a bit about him.
Calley smiled back, quite happy to have her both waste her question and to have her be friendly. He dropped his shoulder, letting the lime green squeaky hedgehog tumble down his arm and into his waiting hand. “I found him at a pet shop. He’s bright! And he squeaks!” What more could a well-adjusted teenager ask for from his dog toy?
“Why did he pick you to make into a super mutant?” She was being nice, so he felt a little guilty pressing the point, but a little guilt wasn’t about to stop him from being curious. To make it easier on her, he supportively offered over the lime green squeaky hedgehog. “You could hold him, if you what.” He didn’t say ‘Do you want to hold him?’, because he wasn’t about to get caught asking two questions. There was no telling whether she’d answer both, if he did that.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jan 3, 2008 0:32:04 GMT -6
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“Why did he pick you to make into a super mutant?”
She shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe he was bored with life, or something. He keeps claiming he's centuries old. I imagine he's running out of things to do by now."
When Calley held out his toy, initial she leaned backwards a bit, as if she expected it to bite. Gingerly she took it and gave it a brief squeeze before handing it back. "Yeah. Squeaky. And why, exactly, does 'squeaky' and 'bright' intrigue you so much? Last I checked, that's not a typical toy for a person."
Since Iris was clearly unimpressed by the high quality of the lime green squeaky hedgehog, the lime green hedgehog was just as clearly unimpressed with her. It wasn’t everyone who got to hold such a fine squeaky. Calley hadn’t even offered it to Katrina or Kitra: the only people he’d done that for were Abyss and Iris. And Abyss, clearly, was awesome. What was Iris? Clearly, a squeaky hater. Calley returned the lime green squeaky hedgehog to its shoulder-top perch. This time, he distinctly chose the shoulder farthest from the woman. He was more subdued as he answered her:
“No, it’s not. I just like it, is all.” He looked forward down the hall as he answered, and briefly jerked his chin towards the set of rooms they were approaching. “These are the training rooms. As far as I can tell, anyone is allowed to use them, and you can get the technicians to customize what’s inside for you. People around here seem to really like them. I dunno. They’re a lot like the Danger Room at the Mansion, but without as many human-shaped robots to destroy, and with more of Hunter’s people watching you.”
While he gave that response, the clutter was turning over that new tidbit of information she’d dropped his way. So. Hunter was centuries old, or claimed to be. Calley, somehow, believed that claim. The guy had said he was older than he looked. Centuries... would definitely qualify as ‘older’.
So he’s an immortal psychic. Who is faster and stronger than us. Well this just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it? Next we’re going to figure out that he can heal, and that he drinks the blood of puppies for breakfast.
Hmm.
Next-question-time. “How long did he experiment on you for? Let’s get a cumulative total of the time you were under his thumb, not a ‘if you just look at this span of time...’ or a ‘if you count the actual time I was in the labs, then...’ technical-truth.” He didn’t glance her way. Just kept staring ahead as they walked. His voice was calm and lightly pleasant. “Though you’re getting a lot better with the technical-truths. Keep practicing, by all means. I certainly don’t mind in the least.” He certainly wasn’t venting his minor frustration over Hunter being an immortal-freaking-psychic on Iris in the least. He certainly wasn’t feeling the least bit guilty about pressing her, either. Squeaky hater.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jan 3, 2008 15:24:17 GMT -6
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Iris got the feeling that her lack of enthusiasm for Calley's toy had dropped her a couple of notches on his list. Inwardly she chuckled, but kept her face blank. Oh well. At least she now had a pretty good idea of how to redeem herself if she ever felt it necessary; food and brightly-colored squeaky toys.
He continued his efforts to press her for info, becoming rather specific this time. She covered her mouth to hide a smile, and answered quickly, "I can't give you a straight answer, because he blocked my memory as well. I'm guessing about five years." Totally true, and spoken without hesitation.
“Though you’re getting a lot better with the technical-truths. Keep practicing, by all means. I certainly don’t mind in the least.”
"Uh huh, I'll bet you don't. So why are you so interested in my relationship with Hunter, other than trying to find out whether or not I'm working for him or like him?"
"I can't give you a straight answer, because he blocked my memory as well. I'm guessing about five years."
...And he can make people forget things. Wonderful. Slate, do we have any gaps in our memory that we should suddenly be concerned about?
...Yes, actually. We were out of it for quite a long time between missions.
Well... crap.
To answer her question, he replied simply: “I am a very curious and prying individual.” That seemed to deserve an accompanying grin, so he flashed one her way. It would also be nice to have someone to talk to, but Iris didn’t seem to be that person. Whatever Hunter had done with her, it had left her with some degree of control. That definitely wasn’t what his contract was like. He tilted his head. “Why are you letting me ask all of these questions?” He knew what was in it for him: information on Iris and, more importantly, information on Hunter. He couldn’t quite see what was in it for her.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jan 3, 2008 23:59:50 GMT -6
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“I am a very curious and prying individual.”
"I never would have noticed." Okay, so much for keeping a straight face. Iris knew that she should be wary of this kid; there were reasons behind his questions that he wasn't giving her. And like his earlier statement indicated, he was probably a master of the 'techincal-truth', so there was little hope of her outsmarting him. And simply the fact that he'd possibly been used as she had, didn't make them kindred spirits, to be trusted with all of the details of her life.
But there was just something about Calley that she couldn't help but find interesting.
“Why are you letting me ask all of these questions?”
She raised one eyebrow and tilted her head slightly. "Because apparently on top of being curious and prying, I get the impression you either don't have many people to talk to, or let you talk to them, let alone ask questions. Especially considering you're constantly flinching and dodging away, like someone who's been hit too many times, and keep asking if you're annoying or bothering me.
"Am I wrong? Technically speaking, of course." She moved past the Training Rooms casually. "Next on your favorite tours list." She motioned for him to lead on, still smiling.
He would have had an easier time denying that question of hers if he hadn’t flinched during her lead-up up to it. “Technically speaking,” he said, still religiously avoiding looking at the woman, “that would be a ‘no’. To you being wrong. ...Yeah.”
He brightened up with far too much cheer, and pointed down a hallway. “Next up: the library! Home of books, twelve year olds studying studiously on occasion, and tiger-boys who’d rather not sleep in the luxury accommodations provided by Hunter.”
“Has anyone ever told you your smile is sort of unnerving?” He asked, trying not to sound jittery, but still not looking at her directly. Actually, it was a fairly warm and inviting smile. Hence the unnerving. Sure, people could be nice just because they were nice people. Of course they could. But the vast majority of the time, they were being nice because they were getting something out of it. All Calley wanted to know was what Iris here was getting out of it.