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 Cheshire on Dec 29, 2007 23:21:34 GMT -6
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Calley
"Oooo..." Calley ooo'ed. "A butler! I want a butler." Mentally, he kudosed her on having a cat, and remembered that he still needed to grab himself a horse form. Also, he had to wonder if he was included in that 'lots of older brothers and sisters'. And if he was... was he really an older brother? Or was he a younger brother? Slate, no doubt, was an older brother. Slate, who was clearly not improving his crane-making technique any longer.
Learning can generally be modeled with a logistic growth equation. I am past the stage of exponential growth; my improvements will be slower from now on, as I approach the limit of my capability.
...The sad thing is that I understood that. Slate, stop filling my head with mathematical models.[/i]
"How about your family? What is your older sister like?"
Calley grinned, as Slate started on crane five. Crane four had been done with deft, quick folds: he was feeling more confident, despite Calley's heckling. The cranes were looking about like what Katrina's did, now. "My sister is awesomeness embodied. Except that she sucks at Zelda. And she always tried to get me new shoes." Currently, he was bare-footed. He didn't actually own a pair of shoes, though he borrowed people's, occasionally. "And for the record, she took the whole grounding thing really well. All she did was buy a new red shirt and put it in with all my whites. And she kidnapped my GameBoy, and sent a really cool clipped-letters-from-newspaper ransom note. The grounding kind of gave her a lot of time. My family," he confided quite secretively, "tends to find things to do, when we have a lot of time." Things like newspaper-clipped ransom notes, and plotting the death of employers.
"What's your butler like?" Calley asked, still entranced by the concept. A butler. He wanted a butler, just so he could say he had a butler.
Maybe it was good that Katrina didn't have an older sister after all. While she would be fun to pick on, there was always revenge and retaliation to be feared.
"My family tends to find things to do when they are bored."
"What kinds of things do you do when you're bored? I could use some ideas, for when I'm not studying, practicing, or wandering around. Those can get old after awhile, you know?" She had been doing a lot of all three lately. Often she did two at once to change things up. She had taken to wandering the hallways invisible, for example, to see how long she could remain unseen. It helped her practice her endurance and allowed her to pass people unnoticed. She hadn't actually gotten anywhere she wasn't supposed to go, but there were definately some locked doors she was getting more and more curious about as she grew more and more bored.
"What's your butler like?"
"He is awesomeness in body too, or what ever your sister is. Basically he's like an uncle that lives with us. His name is Hans and he drives the limo and cooks. He sometimes lets me help in the kitchen, so I know how to cook a little bit from him. He knows how to make all the best food. And we play poker for peanuts while we wait for the food to cook. We each have a jar of peanuts that we hide in the back of the cupboard where no one will eat them."
"What kinds of things do you do when you're bored? I could use some ideas, for when I'm not studying, practicing, or wandering around. Those can get old after awhile, you know?"
“Whatever you do,” Calley replied, in all seriousness, “don’t shoot them with plastic dart guns. The guards, I mean. Especially not in the back. They’ve... got really good reflexes.” He nodded to himself in agreement. “Other than that... wandering is fun. See how lost you can get, then try and find the canteen. Also, the dodge-the-people game is great. And you can always play dead in the middle of the hall. I mean, dramatic-death-sequence with a hit-the-floor at the end. Then you can time how quickly the guards come to check on you. It only works the first couple of times, though. After that... try not to actually die in the middle of the hallways. ‘Cause none of them will be coming the check on you for a looooong time.” Another nod of agreement to himself.
Calley listened with rapt attention to her description of Hans. "Any man that cooks and gambles with peanuts and works as a butler is a friend of mine. That’s just cool. Coolness,” he emphasized, “embodied.”
Slate was on crane seven by this point. Calley didn’t really think he was improving, but he wasn’t about to say anything, either. He’d been treated to enough lectures about mathematical models for one evening. “After all this is done, we should go and visit him. I’d like to meet a real-live butler. And your horse! Plus your cat. Maybe your parents, too.”
Katrina shrugged. “Maybe you can visit my house with me some time, when this whole thing is over,” she said, motioning with her hands to the rest of Mondragon Labs. “I’m sure Hans would like you. I don’t know about my dad though. I don’t even know for sure if he still likes me.” Back of mind.
She changed the subject back to the bored issue. She made a mental note of the plastic dart thing and pasted the thought deftly over the thoughts of her father. She had to admit that now that he said not to hit them with darts, it was tempting to try it. He gave other alternatives that sounded like fun though.
“I’ve done a lot of wandering, and guard dodging too. It’s easier to dodge them when they can’t see you. I try to see how quiet I can be so that no one notices me walking right past them.” She tilted her head at him. “Do you think I could make two people invisible? Like in Harry Potter, where Harry and Ron and Hermione wander around under the invisibility cloak together. Exploring would be way more fun with company I think. We could spy on people all invisible like. Not Shogun though, he can see me. And I think some of the others can sense body heat.”
Kitra was in search of Kat and Calley. She figured the library was the best place as she couldn't find them in the Canteen. She was almost to the library when one of her packages almost slipped out of her hand. She caught it, barely. She had a present for them both. A squeaky purple hedgehog with a frightning likeness to Calley's green one, as well as a geology book for him. For Kat she had gotten a small sketchbook/ notebook. Every other page was blank or was writing paper. With that she had gotten her a set of beautifully made pens, brushes and colored pencils. The paints she would give to her later when she figured out what kind would be best.
She pushed open the library door with a small sigh and made her way towards the middle of it. There was Calley and Kat, near a very interesting christmas tree. With tinfoil presents, and envolopes. Intriguing indeed. "Hello Calley and Kat, I have something for you both." She handed Calley his present and Kat her's, she smiled with glee as she waited to see the results.
Posted by Cheshire on Dec 30, 2007 20:13:25 GMT -6
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Calley
Thoughts of family visits and Harry Potter disappeared at the sight of something wonderful: a Kitra with presents! Even Slate was intrigued enough to finish off his current crane—number nine—and put it aside. Calley found himself once again in possession of his whole body. It was sort of a nice feeling.
He sat up straighter as his big semi-adopted Sis approached their amazing tree. And handed him one of said presents. Present!
Calley looked down at the present, back at Kitra, down to the present, back to Kitra one more time. “Can I open it now? Or do I need to wait until the morning? Oh! Here’s one for you! Santa came early to the Labs.” He dived into the tinfoil heap, and came up with Kitra’s present. And Kat’s, while he was at it. “If we’re opening... then those are yours!”
Katrina forgot about invisibility for the moment when Kitra arrived with a big smile and presents for both of them. Katrina had already started to tear the corner of the present from Kitra when Calley asked if they were allowed to open them now. Oops. She looked up to see if she should wait, but Kitra was smiling, which seemed to mean that opening them now was fine. And then Calley handed her one of the silvery tinfoil presents to open as well.
Katrina proceeded to tear the rest of the paper off of the present from Kitra. The pretty paper she set aside to be made into more peace cranes. She gasped when she saw the blank book with pages for both writing and drawing, “It’s beautiful! And pens and pencils and brushes too! Thank you Kitra!” She stood up and threw her arms around the sketchy red head. “These are really cool. I can illustrate my own stories now!”
Katrina carefully set the writing things aside and picked up the present from Calley. It was large, rectangular and very heavy. It felt like a very large book. She held it up in the air, testing its weight and then shook it next to her ear, with an exaggerated puzzled look on her face. Then she carefully peeled off the tinfoil, adding it to the pile of papers to be turned into ornaments for their little tree. Inside were two books. “Horses, very nice,” she said, admiring the cover of the top one, “and what’s this? Astrophysics?” She picked up the second book and opened it up, expecting to find it filled with complex equations and diagrams. The first page she opened to, though, showed beautifully detailed photograph of a spiral galaxy. There was also a heading titled How galaxies are formed. And one equation. The picture took her breath away, though.
“Ooo. Pretty! Thank you.” It was Calley’s turn for a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and was surprised by how thin he was. He was almost as thin as she was, and surely he hadn’t been that thin when she first had met him. “Oh. Maybe I should have gotten you a milkshake for Christmas, or something to fatten you up a little.” She was teasing, but she was also a little concerned. What if he had an eating disorder, like bulimia or something? She would have to start bringing him snacks or something when they studied together, to make sure he was eating.
“Um, I have presents for both of you too. In the envelopes. ” She dug out the one with Kitra’s name on it and handed it to her. Calley and Slate’s envelopes were still sitting on the table, so she slid them within their reach.
Kitra was slightly surprised to find herself in a hug. She hugged back and let go, "What paints do you like using? I can't give you brushes without giving you paint. I just didn't know what type." Calley had given her an awesome present, two in fact. Lucky girl had gotten a book on Astrophysics and another on horses.
She frowned at Kat's comment on Calley being so skinny. He was looking thinner then when she had first met him. "Yes Calley, you can open it. Just promise me to try and eat more, okay?" Kitra smiled as she was handed an envolope with her name on it. Her eyes went big and soft when she discovered the purple dolphin inside. "Ooh, Kat. Thank you." She envoloped Kat in a big sisterly hug.
Calley paused to watch Katrina opened her present—and to ignore annoying smug voices—then he tore into his own.
“Ooo,” he said, eyes wide as he held the gift from Kitra aloft. “A grape purple squeaky hedgehog! Whoot! Thanks, Kitra! Though the lime green squeaky hedgehog might get jealous. I think you just bought him an evil twin.” He gave it a test squeeze: squiiiiiiiiiiik! “Uh-oh. And it’s a girl.”
To both of their concerns about his weight, he replied quite sincerely: “I’ll eat more. I promise.” Which was, of course, only physically possible if he sat in the cafeteria shoving his mouth without sleep or bathroom breaks, but there was no reason to reply to concern with bitter retorts when he was trying to avoid people getting more concerned. He’d rather not visit the nice Mondragon Labs medical staff, thanks.
He opened the two envelopes from Katrina next. His was tiger-stripped. The one addressed to Slate was a solid black. He was pretty sure they were some sort of bird.
Ravens, I believe. Symbolic of trickery, among other things.
“Ooo,” he repeated. “Thank you, Katrina.” He nudged a certain tinfoil present closer to Kitra. “Are you going to open your one from Santa?”
Katrina hugged Kitra back, and then answered her question about the paints. “I like watercolors.”
With that, she turned to watch Calley open his two presents. The green hedgehog stared down at the new arrival from his post on top of the tree. “Be careful, or you might end up with a whole herd of fruit colored squeaky hedgehogs,” she warned.
As Calley promised them he would eat more, Katrina promised herself that she would talk to the nice lady who worked in the canteen to see if she would get in some protein shakes or bars.
She turned to Kitra to watch her open the final present. She actually couldn’t tell what it was through the layers of tinfoil. She bounced eagerly. She enjoyed watching others open presents as much as opening them herself, especially when they were surprised.
Kitra grinned at Calley and in answer ripped off the tinfoil gleefully. "You little rascal, I love it!" She pounced on Calley and hugged him. Inside was a picture of them both, but that wasn't the best part. Calley had made the picture frame out of popsicle sticks. There was glitter and macaroni and the best part, "Best Sis' Ever" in crayon on the top. It was beautiful, "Thanks Calley and Kat, my christmas is an awesome one this year because of you both."
“Be careful, or you might end up with a whole herd of fruit colored squeaky hedgehogs.”
“Ooooooo,” he said for the third time, his eyes going wide. See, that right there made it very tempting to run to the pet store and buy a whole herd of squeaky hedgehogs. He could leave them around the Labs, first in pairs... then in quadruples... and then...
He was interrupted from his nefarious planning by a pounce and a hug. He grinned at Kitra, though he didn’t return the hug. He didn’t wiggle free, either. He wasn’t a hug-giving individual, but they did feel nice.
"Thanks Calley and Kat, my Christmas is an awesome one this year because of you both."
“Ditto!” He replied, because it was a word that he didn’t get to use often.
“Ditto, ditto!” It was an awesome Christmas. Just like the one in which Harry Potter received his invisibility cloak.
“We were about to test something out. Do you want to help?” It was kind of a rhetorical question, her reaction would tell her whether or not the experiment worked.
Katrina grabbed one of the lap blankets off the back of one of the chairs and sat in Calley’s lap, pulling the blanket over both of their heads. Then she imagined that they looked exactly like their library surroundings without anyone in them. Don’t see us, she thought at Kitra.
“Shh,” she whispered to Calley, “We’re invisible.”
"Alright Kat, what are you going to test??! Where di you go!" Kitra looked around the library in astonishment as Kat and Calley literaly disappeared under a blanket and it all vanished. "Kat, where in the world did you go?"
Calley gave a start as Katrina suddenly whipped a blanket off of a chair and over his head—not to mention the whole suddenly-in-his-lap bit—but the sudden exclamation from Kitra would have given him a pretty good idea of what they were doing even if Kat hadn’t shhingly told him. He lowered his head to where he thought her ear was (it was rather dark under the blanket) and whispered a very quiet question:
“Can you make it sound like our voices are coming from right behind her?”
It didn’t take light or non-invisibility to see he was grinning.