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.
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Posted by Tarin Brooks on Apr 15, 2008 19:20:55 GMT -6
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Things had improved over the last few days. The world had seemed so dark and gloomy while he'd been arguing so much with Lee and it had really taken a toll on Tarin. It was impossibly hard to have patience with the kind of people who came into his shop when his personal life was in shambles. Dealing with whining wives who wanted to nagg their husbands even though they were dead and fortune hunters interested in nothing more than getting ahold of the monotary scraps of dead loved ones was not balm for a rough time at home.
Things were better now, he and Lee had found their peace, but something was still different. Not with Lee, things with Lee were perfect, better than ever now that they'd finally stopped holding back and let out the problems they'd had with one another. Fighting served that purpose sometimes, and it had this time. There was still something lingering though, but it was something inside of Tarin, something that the bastard punk who'd invaded his shop had brought to the forefront of the medium's mind.
He wasn't doing anything.
There were so many people in those camps, Rupert had even admitted that the conditions were worse than he could even imagine. Tarin couldn't help but wonder if he could be doing more than hiding out in his shop like a coward and doing his best not to be seen by anyone. It had been awesome to unleash his powers on David that day, he'd felt alive and free and capable. That was becomming more and more rare these days and Tarin was starting to tire of all the hiding.
There was only one place in New York City that Tarin felt really alone and at peace, no matter how many people were there. The Empire State Building. It was the first place Tarin had gone when he'd arrived in New York City and it was where he was heading now.
Lee had been understanding when Tarin had explained that he needed a walk. Now he was there. The elevator ride was exhilirating as always and Tarin occupied the time playing the blinky game with a baby over its mother's shoulder.
The doors to the elevator opened and Tarin walked out into the cold sunlight, pulling his jacket tighter around his body against the never ending breeze.
The first thing Tarin did, as always was search the rooftop for the spirit of the young woman. She wasn't there and Tarin frowned, this was the first time that had happened. There was another spirit though...but it really made Tarin frown.
Everything but the spirit forgotten for the moment in lieu of how weak it appeared, Tarin made his way as nonchalantly as possible over to it and looked it over. "Hello." Tarin said softly, trying not to draw attention to himself and the spirit, trying to reach out and connect...maybe give the spirit a little energy if it was friendly.
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Eh? Tarin wasn't Candian, but it was the only word that came to mind when the spirit approached him and started talking. He'd seen Eastern Promises though so he mad a ballpark guess that the dude was speaking Russian. Man that had been a good movie...great tattoo work, even if it had all been fake...
The spirit spoke again and Tarin's attention jerked back to him. Now that they were closer, Tarin could see the spirit more clearly, even if he remained incorporeal as ever. From the shocking purple hair right down to the shoes, this guy was alternative. Tarin's kind of guy. He didn't seem particularly unfriendly either. The spirit's words though, did catch Tarin off guard.
"Not what you expected?" he said quietly, "Tracked you down? I wasn't looking for you at all. I came up here to chat with the delightful young lady who showed the engineers why it's important to fence an area such as this." Tarin was referring of coruse to the young woman who'd flung herself from this very rooftop after her father had ordered her fiance murdered. Tarin owed that spirit a lot, his shop was in the very storefront that had housed the young lover's clock shop before he'd met his tragic end, she'd shown him that night.
Realization dawned slowly on him and he couldn't help but burst out into laughter in the middle of the crowded rooftop. Ignoring the sideways glances of the tourists at his outburst, Tarin cleared his throat and made a large show of looking out over the city until everyone had gone back to their prior activities. "I'm not here for you kid...I've just got something of a talent for communicating with people in your position..."
The spirit seemed super interested in covering something on his chest and Tarin looked at him curiously. It was interesting, there was no mental link with this one, at least not yet. No memories flooding the medium's mind, no images of death. No power being drained. This was beyond odd, and more than enough to peak Tarin's interest in the situation.
"So how did you end up here of all places?" He said, glancing out again over the city.
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"Now that doesn't surprise me." Tarin said to the spirit as it explained that he was the first one to notice him. "I've never met anyone else who can do what I can." Tairn paused and thought on that for a moment, "Though that doesn't necessarily mean anything, they could be out there." It was the truth, for all Tarin knew, there were tons of people out him, they were just cowardly hiding in their shops.
That made Tarin frown, but the spirit started to speak, sharing a bit of his story, actually telling Tarin how he got to be at the top of the empire state building. The story sounded like something right off the big screen including the tagline, It all started with a girl.... Tarin could sympathise with the guy, it always did start with a girl. "Wow..." was all Tarin could really say when the Russian spirit had stopped speaking.
Tarin was still confused though, the spirit hadn't tried to form a link with him, hadn't asked him to do anything, and seemed to be as genuinely confused by Tarin's presence as Tarin was by his.
It was weird, most of the spirits Tarin had encountered in his life had known exactly who he was and what he could do. They'd also had very clear needs in mind when they'd found him. That didn't seem to be the case, in fact, clear surprise was written on Tarin's face when the spirit asked him what brought him to the top of the building.
"I don't know exactly..." Tarin said in reply, "I always kind of end up here when I'm having a rough time. The first night I was in the city I ended up up here...You know...you're the first spirit who's ever asked me anything about me...."
Tarin mulled for a moment over the spirit's story and something struck him, "You haven't been dead for very long at all if you were dealing with the stalkers. You know all about my problems...I'm sick of being stuck inside, not doing anything to help anyone out...but I've got a fiance...and I'm trying to do the right thing, you know, thinking about her and not just me. I don't know how long I can sit by idly though."
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Apr 19, 2008 7:49:23 GMT -6
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Tarin thought for a moment over what the spirit said, "I'm not sure self centered is the right phrase," he said, searching for whatever was the right phrase, "I'd say that most of you are more...goal driven than anything." he finished a little helplessly and for lack of better phrasing.
Tarin had misunderstood a bit, it hadn't been the stalkers that had gotten this particular mutant. "Ahh, I misunderstood," Tarin admitted, "Though that means we're in the same boat. I've never actually seen one of the stalkers either."
The spirit was talking about Lee now and Tarin couldn't help but look at him searchingly for a moment. After everything that had happened recently he was hesitent to say anything to expose Lee. This was a spirit though, and as far as Tarin knew, nobody else could talk to them unless he allowed it. "Yeah she is. She's also quite possibly the most amazing woman on Earth."
The spirit was still offering to lend an ear if Tarin wanted to talk out what was going on. "Oh, I don't know..." he said with a shrug, "There's really not much more to say. It's just the times we're living in I guess. We've done our fair share in that way...the little things you know. Sometimes though I just think we ought to hop a plane and go to Texas."
Tarin heard the spirit make a noise and Tarin followed his gaze to two attractive women making their way off of the observation deck. Tarin turned his head back to the spirit, a mixture of amusement and pity on his face. "Well, you've got taste...there's no mistaking that." he commented dryly.
This was all just a little too weird, the spirit was too content to hear Tarin's troubles, not at all interested in the things that almost every other spirit Tarin had ever met wanted. "What about you though?" Tarin said, "What do you want? What can you think of that you could need from me?"
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Apr 22, 2008 15:13:20 GMT -6
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Tarin couldn’t help but grin, “I’ve always been a bit of a slacker too.” He said, half raising his hand for a high five to complete the deal, but dropping his hand quickly when he realized he was trying to high five a spirit. This was getting weirder and weirder by the moment. This was a normal conversation. That had never happened before. Even when he’d met the woman on the top of this very building she’d been completely fixated on her death, and the events leading up to her death. This guy didn’t seem to have those kinds of constraints, Tarin was absolutely intrigued.
The spirit went on talking though, talking about his powers, how he used to be amused by the thought that he was a ghost. Tarin laughed at the irony right along with him, what else was there to do? “I’ve always wanted a more active power….” He mused quietly, “I thought that if I had to be saddled with all this I should at least be able to take down buildings or fly…or something. Instead I have to hide out and worry about getting one of those collars slapped around my neck for something that people have been claiming to do for probably centuries. At least you could DO something, at least everyone can DO something….everyone but me.” He was brooding again and Tarin frowned at himself, “I’m sorry, I’m not usually so negative, and I know my bad week can’t hold a candle to yours, but it’s been a bad week.”
Tarin nodded his head a the Russian saying, he’d heard it before and he knew the truth of it. It was just his ego shining through, wanting him to act, do something amazing get some recognition That was the real crux of the matter, Tarin wanted recognition. Wow that was an arrogant thing. Tarin had known he had an ego, but he hadn’t realized it went to that extent.
The most amazing woman in the world? “You know Lee?” Tarin asked, warm humor sprouting in his voice. “And you’re right, they don’t even come close.” He added, taking inventory and taking note that neither wore boots nor a corset.
The spirit really didn’t seem to have a clue what he could ask Tarin for, but something else the Russian said made his Tarin’s eyes widen in surprise. Could he really be alive still? Stuck somewhere in limbo, not really alive, but not dead either. “Hold that thought…” Tarin said, a thoughtful look on his face, “I think that might be the case…I can’t get a mental link with you no matter how hard I try…and I can hardly see you. Dude…I think you might still be alive…” Everything else the guy said didn’t matter. “Maybe you can get those girls the message yourself.” Tarin’s eyes widened even more, “Do you know where you are?” he said a little breathlessly, “Do you want me to see if I can find you and help?”
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Apr 22, 2008 20:00:51 GMT -6
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Tarin grinned at the spirit, he was actually grateful. It was a refreshing experience to be completely honest. Tarin was used to relief and maybe even excitement from the spirits when he was able to help them out, but this one was honestly grateful for Tarin being there.
The spirit seemed pretty astute about things too. "Eh..." Tarin said though, waving a hand, "Don't think I haven't tried using them as lackeys...it doesn't ever work out too well for me in the end. They end up figuring out too much about me. " Tarin stopped there, as well as things were going at this point, letting it slip that spirits could merge with him, could take things over was going too far. "It just doesn't ever work out, you're right when you say it conflicts with their individual agendas."
The spirit was shocked at the thought that he could be alive, and Tarin honestly did a doubletake when the spirit explained how it was he came to be dead. They'd ripped his heart out? Holy shit. How was he possibly alive? It just didn't make sense. The spirit seemed to feel the same way though, as realization dawned. He looked so excited, his hopes were so high and all of a sudden Tarin wondered if he was doing the right thing. What if he wasn't alive?
Tarin had never, ever spoken to a spirit that wasn't really dead...he didn't even know if it was possible. The maybe-spirit didn't seem to think Tarin could help much short of signing up for wahtever organization it was that had ahold of him. He shook his head at that, head reeling slightly at the revealation that he might be talking to someone who wasn't quite dead. "I can't do that...I've just finished fixing things with Lee. Besides, I'm too rogue to be a part of anything. Short of that, there's nothing I can do to help?"
The spirit was absolutely ebulient, bubbling over almost with excitement and Tarin couldn't help but wince a little bit. Holding his hands up and motioning something akin to restraint, "We're not sure of anything yet, don't get your hopes up too high."
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Apr 23, 2008 18:27:04 GMT -6
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Imagination was an amazing thing. Even as he stood there, the spirit's mind was racing with possibilities to explain how he was alive. Maybe it was his powers, maybe it was another mutant with the power to make it happen...Tarin felt a bit of a sinking feeling, what if he was wrong? And now the guy wanted to show Tarin the hole in his chest?
"Um...no thanks. I've seen enough blood and gore in my life...if you can spare me I'd appreciate it. You see, when I do manage to link with a spirit I see what they think...and usually they're thinking about being dead, how they died, all those beautiful things."
Even the spirit thought that he should stay out of trouble, keep a low profile and all that stuff. Tarin knew that he was right, as was Lee, "and she really is the most amazing woman in the world." he added, almost to himself, almost as reminder as to why he was doing what he was when part of him wanted so badly to be involved with everything going on.
And to that end, the spirit had a proposition. Tarin's eyebrows nearly hit his hairline as the digested all of that. If he really was dead, he'd come back and be some kind of lackey for Tarin? Now that had potential, maybe with someone in his corner he could keep merges from happening so often. Maybe he could help get rid of the more obnoxious spirits that plagued Tarin from time to time.
The proposition went on though, the spirit wanted to thank him in person if things worked out. Lee would love that, someone killed because of his involvement in the mutant resistance coming back to life and showing up at the shop. This was just too good to miss out on though, Tarin pulled out his wallet and extracted one of his cards. He knew the guy couldn't take it, so he held it out not really caring about the others on the rooftop. "Here, this is the address of the shop where I work. You can stop by anytime. I hope it works out because that means my suspicions are right." Tarin didn't know what else to say about it, it was what it was.
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"I understand completely..." Tarin said when the spirit explained his eagerness to show off his 'battle wound' "I'm also sure it's amazingly impressive, that wound of yours...I'm just not really up to it."
Tarin was telling the truth, he'd lived in a world of death and violence since he was 12 years old. Seeing death after death had been so harsh, and it had desensitized him. Lee had proven that with her reaction to the spirit up here. Tarin was practically charmed to his toes with her and Lee's biggest reaction had been fear and disgust with the woman's leap from the top of the building.
"Ummmm, somewhere around a couple of years now...." Tarin said in response to how long he'd had the shop. The exact math wasn't perfect, he didn't know the exact time he'd moved to New York. To be honest, time started when he met Lee. "I'm not sure on the exact date though."
Tarin had to grin at the spirits final comment, "I'd love it if you could do that. I'm not accustomed to being left hanging when I offer a high five." Tarin wondered if it worked like that...if the guy was really still alive if he'd remember this when he...woke up.
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If Tarin had spent the next few moments on top of the Empire State Building going through every encounter he'd ever had with a spirit, he wouldn't have found a single thing like this in the entirety of his mind. There, right before his eyes, the spirit was changing, whirling, turning into this weird kind of...fog?
This was something right out of the movies and as the wind picked up, Tarin looked around to see the slightly startled looks on the faces of the other people on top of the world. He'd seen that look, he'd seen it in his shop a million times when things were just a little too spot on to be coincidence, when people actually started to believe in what he could do. When he was in the shop, Tarin knew this was the point where he reigned himself in, out here and with this spirit...he had absolutely no control.
Ball lightning too? This was really becoming too much to handle, Tarin thought, squinting and doing what he could to ignore the light and not draw more attention to himself at the top of the building. No doubt his hasty and careless actions had already attracted more attention than he usually hoped for, and the sideways glances of a few tourists didn't help matters. "Well...good luck then..." he said as the ball of light sped off and the wind died down to the usual breeze that was expected at such an altitude.
Turning to cast a wary gaze around the crowd gathered at the top of the ESB, Tarin noticed with no small amount of relief that everyone had either left the observation deck or returned to their sight seeing. Everyone except for a solitary woman staring out over the city.
Tarin almost exclaimed with glee as he saw her, but managed to reign himself in as he made his way closer, as close to the edge as the fencing would allow. She'd been the cause of that addition to the deck.
"I was hoping to find you here...did you have a chance to see your other visitor?" he asked as he came up and saw her usual welcoming and friendly smile. At the mention of the other spirit though, her smile faded and she shook her head.
"I've never seen anything like that before...at first I thought maybe I'd found him at last...but I always think that..." she said on a sigh and Tarin knew it was her lost love she was speaking of, her ties to the Earth.
"It was the oddest thing I've ever seen as well..and that's saying a lot." he mumbled as he looked out over the skyline, running a hand through his wind roughed hair.
"I hope you were right to trust him so completely..." the spirit of the woman said, her lovely face still drawn tight with worry, "Trust misplaced is a dangerous thing."
"I doubt he'd remember it at all to be honest...what ever that was..." Tarin said, gesturing about to indicate the odd wind, "had to have been disorienting...and besides, he seemed harmless enough."
The spirit looked at him for a long while then shrugged, "I've seen what you've done to the clock shop." she said quietly after a while, "It calms me somewhat to see life in there again. You're starting a family now, a family like Cullin and I wanted. I don't have to go there as often now."
Tarin smiled, "I'm glad I could help. I really am." he said, wanting to promise her he'd find out more about her lost love, something that could put her to eternal rest. Surely she deserved it after all these years of personal torment, but Tarin wasn't in a place to make promises, not now.
Another wind was coming up now and the previously sunny day was clouding over as it often did in New York at this time of year. Looking up as the first few drops of freezing cold rain plopped down, Tarin looked apologetically at the spirit. "I've got to go now...I'm sorry our visit didn't last longer this time."
She was alraedy turning, just like all the spirits before the odd one today, she was preoccupied with her 'unfinished business' almost as soon as she stopped talking. "I'll be back soon..."
As he approached the elevator, Tarin shook off the apprehensive feelings he was harboring about what the spirit had said. Sure he'd been a little quick to trust the maybe dead spirit...but as he'd argued before, the guy seemed completely harmless.
In fact, Tarin thought as the elevator doors slid shut and he watched the lovely spirit woman from his first night in New York take one of her neverending leaps from the edge of the observation deck, he'd be glad to shake that man's hand if he was alive.