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 Amp/Vibe on Apr 13, 2008 23:13:00 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Amp sat outside of the Barracks on the hard ground, staring up at the stars, but not really seeing them. With her knees drawn up to her chest, and her unkempt hair falling around her pale face, she looked like a tiny, bedraggled Raggedy Ann doll.
Her stomach growled irritably, and she tensed. Ever since being raped, she had fretted nonstop; the idea of possibly becoming pregnant both terrified and repulsed her. The vibrations of every little odd noise her stomach made sent chills of fear down her spine, as did every little ache or pain she felt in the same area. The entire experience had turned her into a shivering mouse, compared to the fighting wolverine she'd entered the camps as.
On top of her bodily worries were the everyday worries, namely the guards and the Stalkers. At the beginning she'd fought tooth and nail anyone who came near. Now she cowered and hid. Most of the guards had grown bored with torturing the mutant inmates, but there were always some who found pleasure in torment. Her size and speed usually kept her out of their clutches, and her frenzied fighting kept her from being raped a second time, though she usually ended up in Isolation afterwards.
Isolation. Another torture that she couldn't seem to get away from. Behaving simply wasn't her nature. Not that she really tried hard, but she just couldn't seem to stay under the radar when trouble came around. Her world was already silent; Isolation was hellish. The only think that made her life bearable was the Mimicking.
Mimicking.... even that only brought partial comfort. The knowledge that she had a secret, a power that the Powers-That-Be had no clue about. It wasn't powerful, or destructive. But it was hers, and her secret. The bracelet kept her from utilizing it to the full, but it also served as a gauge, telling her when she had the sound just right. Vibe would be proud of her.....
Vibe.....
Tears streamed down Amp's face. Being separated from her sister felt worse than any torture she'd endured thus far, even the rape. That paled in comparison to missing a part of herself. She was just a shadow. Not even that, more like a shadow of a shadow. Without Vibe, she felt.... dark....
Her fists clenched. The fire of hatred again surged in to fill the emptiness, and she swore that, whenever this nightmare ended, she was going to tear this place apart. Piece by piece. No matter how long it took.
” Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.”
The weeks had not been kind to Sara. Yes Ayesac was a high light. He brought her spirits up from the thoughts she’d had of doing to herself. If she had done such things,… Well she had to stay hole, had to stay like she was for him. Knowing that he was out there working, and smart enough to make arrangements that he could wander in and out of the camps. Ok That part Sara was happy about but also a little jealous. He’d left for R&R a few days ago, allowed to wander outside the camps as long as he had his cuff.
” Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.”
He promised he’d be back. Sara found it both easy and hard to wait at the same time. Always half in half out. She loved him, she wanted him safe, and she wanted him with her.
”Strawberry Fields forever.”
Thanks to the supplied from Doug, and extra things from Ayesac, Sara had managed to gain some of her weight back. It was always a struggle getting food here. Even Shya sensed that and handed her extra mouth full now and then. Sara missed Shya, The girl was gone, Ayesac was gone, and her hand outs from Doug, were things she’d found she’d rather pass to the younger inhabitants of the camps. She was dropping weight at her accelerated pace yet again, though she hoped to hide it with the bigger grey dress size she’d taken from the laundry area.
’ Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.”
Even with her weight loss, her strength was still apparent. Even the young eight year old mutant she’d found in the shadow of the guard barracks crying didn’t make her steps sway when she picked her up. Since then, she’d quieted the child as she walked. Singing the first song that popped in her head, in a quiet yet still confident tone.
” It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.”
It’s made her sick from the beginning that the world still subjected children to places like this. Just because of nature, their nature, her nature. They’d learn soon.
” It doesn't matter much to me.”
Sara’s eyes flicked forward from the child, with her face tucked into the feline mutant’s shoulder, to the stoop and steps leading into the barracks. She’d recognized Amp from when they had been first brought in. Sara hadn’t seen her sister. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened at the beginning. Before they were registered. There was also a different smell about Amp that lasted two days, a while ago.
Sara knelt to he knee so that her face was eye level with Amp’s. The child was set down on her feet and since Sara’s song had ended, without saying a word, the kid shuffled, around Amp, into the barracks.
Sara stayed still at her lower lever except for a wave on one hand trying to get Amp’s attention.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Apr 15, 2008 16:06:25 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Amp felt the approach of someone, but she expected them to simply pass her by. When they stopped, she tensed and looked up, bracing herself to run if necessary.
But it was just the lion-girl, the one brought in at the same time as Amp and Isabel from the Sanctuary. Amp relaxed, but didn't respond to the wave. Instead her head drooped again. She couldn't hear what the girl was saying anyway, not without Vibe there to translate. And she was too depressed to try and lip read, not to mention Sara's feline features made it difficult.
Tears again welled in her eyes, and she pulled her knees closer.
Sara’s head tilted in the normal feline head tilting way. She sat there for a count of three heart beats after Amp’s gaze left her. Then stood and stretched her back. Instantly feeling it pop. Oiy. Even healers need breaks from being slumped over with heavy loads of cloths.
The small bag that was dangling over her shoulder was set on the ground with a light metallic thunk, and Sara Sat next to Amp on the stoop.
It felt odd being the one to instigate any sort of social interaction. Sara was normally the one who had to be approached. But it was odd to be the one watching as well. She’d changed.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Apr 15, 2008 19:51:32 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Amp assumed the girl was leaving when she stood. It didn't matter really. They weren't friends; she barely found out Sara's name before having to fight for her life. None of Amp's friends had been captured. Good for them.
A twinge of jealously spark inside, but quickly faded into the depression along with the rest of her emotions.
She felt a small thump! on the ground beside her, then another, heavier one. She glanced up, surprised that Sara had decided to stay and sit.
"Whatever you want, I can't hear it any way, so no point in asking," the tiny redhead mumbled. Without her sister to correct her for nearly three months, Amp's speech had been reduced her speech a slightly slurred mumble.
"Whatever you want, I can't hear it any way, so no point in asking,"
Sara just gave a shrug in response. She wanted to be alone, then Amp could just stand and Sara would leave. She really didn’t care. Instead of getting up Sara glanced around, daring a guard to notice what she had, before she pulled the sack onto her lap, including it’s condense.
She withdrew a bent cooking pan from the kitchen and four rubber bands. One by one she stretched the rubber bands across the pan making a music toy that was something most children made with mommy’s baking tins. She remembered an annoying sound about the twins in their fight with the robots. The sounds weren’t nearly as present as they use to be. She know Beethoven’s hearing was gone while he was still in his twenties. Beethoven could only feel the vibrations of the music he loved so much and since she figured out Amp couldn’t hear,… Well. She was curious. So what if she got caught with these stolen items.
She finished constructing her instrument, holding it in her lap, tucked between the folds of her dress. With the tip of one claw she lightly plucked the thinnest rubber band feeling the light vibrations in her hands. Holding different parts of the rubber band down and plucking twice more to make different tones. Then sliding the pan across to place against Amp’s arm. Watching carefully to see if she should back off with her curiosity.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Apr 15, 2008 20:44:32 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Sara didn't budge. A bit of Amp's old stubborn streak returned. How did she know Amp didn't want to be alone? Maybe the redhead wouldn't feel like talking, even if she could here. But she wasn't moving; she was here first after all.
She grunted, and stayed put.
Initially she ignored Sara and what the lion-girl was doing out of stubbornness. But eventually the occasion bumps and twangs got the better of her. She glanced out of the corner of her eye, still attempting to appear uninterested.
A faint, very faint sound reached her senses, a small buzz amid her enforced silence. She twitched involuntarily; the buzz reminded her of her nightmares. It brought back feelings she'd been trying her best to get over. She flinched away as the buzzing continued, in different levels.
But, still.... they were vibrations....
She bit her lip. A craving washed over her, a need to feel more. Unconsciously, she twitched closer.
Something touched her arm and she instinctively flinched nearly a foot away.
Sara held out a funny little contraption, like a junkyard guitar. Amp looked at it like it was a bee, then back at the girl. The combination of emotions in her heart planted a guilty facial expression on her face, as if Sara were offering her something taboo.
"Hmphf. What's that? Look's like something from the junkyard."
But even as she slowly inched back to her spot, there was no disguising the longing in her dulled green eyes.
Being ignored was actually fine with Sara. She proffered being ignored when she was doing something rather than being stared at. She could tell she had Amp’s curiosity, so she cautiously plucked different rubber bands. Pressing them down in different areas to make different tones. Pausing when Amp jumped, yet the pan still vibrated.
She thought about putting the pan down. Amp could hopefully see how things worked if she wanted the vibrations. It was hard to read Amps expression. Sara set the pan down, on the step, feeling like she’d over stepped something. Not exactly sure what. Her curiosity had made her do something stupid now. She was sure of it. With only the fabric sack in her lap, she let her elbows lean heavy on her knees. Eyes dropping to the grass between her toes where a tiny beetle was currying between the sparse green blades that managed to survive the foot traffic to the barracks.
"Hmphf. What's that? Look's like something from the junkyard."
Sara’s ear turned in Amp’s direction, then her head following so that she could look Amp in the eye. She gave a one shoulder shrug. “Just a cooking pan and rubber bands.” Sara was trying to shape her mouth right around the long teeth… Awkward…. She gave another shrug as if the shrugs answered everything.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Apr 15, 2008 21:46:21 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Amp raised one eyebrow. Sara's deliberate speaking looked more like snarling. Or trying to fish something out of her teeth. But it was something about.... cooing pan and rummer bants? Ooo.... cooking pans and rubber bands.
"Duh," she sniped. Sara shrugged.
She didn't want to show any interest, just to be contrary. But she couldn't deny she wanted companionship. But it felt.... out of character for her, unnatural. On the outside, she and Vibe knew how to get what they wanted. But making friends? Well, they felt they didn't really need friends. Sure Kaz and Abyss, and Nicki and Syn were friends, in a way. Even then though, the effort hadn't been initiated by the twins.
She reached for the instrument, but pulled her hand back. She repeated the motion several times before actually touching it. And she didn't pick it up; just sort of, plucked at the rubber bands.
"It's flat," she remarked, feeling the buzz in her fingertips.
A flicker of a smirk came across Sara’s face. Ok her cooking pan and rubber bands answer was a smart aleck answer. For some reason it was good to see a little attitude back at herself.
“Well, you asked.” Came Sara’s reply, though she forgot to work on annunciation. The response wasn’t exactly important anyways. Sara sat patiently, tail flicking slowly behind her, as she watched Amp’s reaction to the pan. Her ears flicked back and forth. Shifting her longer hair.
"It's flat,"
She was right. Sara shifted so that she tugged on that rubber band Amp had just plucked at. Pulling the rubber band out, till it went sharp and adjusted it back. Tying a knot so that it was in tune, or at least close.
Sara blinked for a moment. This red head who couldn’t really hear her was being picky about this music made from junk being flat… Oh yes that line made sense. Still she seemed to show interest. There was something abut that Sara found humorous and as a result she laughed. Letting Amp play with her toy for a moment longer before scooping it up with one hand and placing it on her lap where she scooted to the other side of the step so she could lean against the building while sitting.
“Fine, get your own toy then.” There was a smirk to Sara’s face all the same. Still holding her amusement with Amp’s reactions. Still, better if Sara was caught with the stolen junk, anyways.
Her legs crossed and the pan went in her lap, Using a couple of sticks to prop the rubber bands up on one side, and she had something sort of similar to her Dulcimer, on the out side of the camps. Pressing the rubber bands down against the pan, she plucked at them with her other hand, working out a light melody.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Apr 17, 2008 20:45:42 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Sara's abrupt retrieval and retreat took Amp by surprise, and her face showed it.
“Fine, get your own toy then.”
Amp pouted and crossed her arms. "Fine then," she snipped back and looked away. But her attention and curiosity had been successfully captured. The buzz still reached her through the air. The 'music' was a sad excuse for such. But still.....
Her foot began tapping out a beat. Eventually her gaze returned to Sara, sideways.
Sara couldn’t help but continue. A smirk on her furry face. She continued playing with the rubber bands on the metal pan. As she regained lost talent, the melody continued to shape. Note by note Sara’s strokes, became more sure. More of a melody.
Her eyes glanced sideways. The rhythm of Amps foot tapping out a new beat, and she nodded. Ok so there was a start. Her eyes flicked up to Amps to see what would happen net.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Apr 20, 2008 15:46:25 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Amp didn't recognize whatever instrument Sara's pot-and-bands were supposed to be imitating. She couldn't hear the melody either. Her ears couldn't pick up melodies or pitch. What they did pick up was every time a band hit the pot. So many songs had the same basic beat, it was often difficult for Amp to distinguish between them without her sister.
But the beats on the pot seemed to be matching the ones her feet tapped out.
Her foot paused. Then she began tapping out a different beat, this one deliberately slower, and with a different pattern.