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.
Garrett had left the shop early. He had been spending too much time at the Mansion. It was obvious that he had a home so there was no reason to just linger there. Especially with summer on its way out. Before long there would be even less time to just lazily enjoy the weather, having to bundle up and hurry this way or that way. He found himself just ambling down paths in the Park, lost in his thoughts.
He sat down on a bench, enjoying the relative peace and quiet of this part of the Park. It was an out of the way place. He looked across and saw kids playing on benches and it hit him. This was the same spot he had first seen Petunia. It seemed so long ago now. He was still homeless then when he had met the girl with all of her crawling and flying friends. As he looked around he remembered that the path off to his left was the one that the wayward courier had rolled down and found him playing possum.
His fingers toyed with his satchel. Her satchel. So many things had happened since then. The Mansion. A new job at Tarin and Lee's. Training with Neena. The virus. Maya. It had been an insane ride so far, so many ups and downs. Here across from him was the very same street lamp he had lied under, winking at Pix as the good Samaritan had wheeled up to him, not knowing she was about to have a seizure.
Posted by singthemuse on Sept 8, 2008 1:23:29 GMT -6
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As she walked through central park, Sterling decided that she honestly wasn’t feeling that much better. Several days had passed since the race, but her body still ached and it was still difficult for her to put pressure on her left leg. She didn’t regret leaving her hotel room however. Sitting in bed and surfing the internet while listening to Ralf lecture her on the importance of taking care of herself had begun to grate on her nerves. Sometimes the machine was worse than her own mother. And so she found herself walking down a path trying to take in the scenery over the constant throb in her leg. It was difficult to do, though mostly because Sterling had never places much value on the “scenic”.
Her stomach growled.
She sighed and glanced at her watch, deciding it wasn’t too early for dinner. She didn’t want to chance meeting any more “overly friendly guys” at any café’s or restaurants so she made up her mind to stop at one of the street venders in the area. She had always wanted to try one of the dirty water hotdogs even if her friends had warned her not too. She wasn’t afraid of a little diarrhea. She exited the path when she could and found herself in an out of the way rest area. There wasn’t a vender in the area. In fact, there wasn’t much in the area other than several rowdy kids climbing on bench and a lone kid relaxing on a bench not too far from where she was.
Sterling wasn’t normally very observant of people but even a casual glance at the young man on the bench told her that the guy wasn’t like any one else she had previously met. She found him curious.
Suddenly aware that she might have been staring she turned her head to the street lamp she was standing under. She couldn’t help but look at rudimentary equipment such as the light with the same eyes most humans had for animals. The lamp hummed with energy, happily absorbing the suns power with the solar cell array perched on top its post. She didn’t even have to connect to it to feel its pleasure as it consumed the light. A smile made its way onto her face at the feel of contentment the simple machine radiated, so at ease with its purpose and minimal existence.
Garrett had closed his eyes, relaxing and remembering the thoughts of the past. He opened them again to find a strange yet alluring girl walking up, staring at him. She kept walking and stopped at the lamp, but continued to look at him. He had honestly not felt a girl's eyes on him like that since Maya. It was interesting and a bit invigorating. She apparently picked up on the fact that she was staring and started looking up at the streetlight. She seemed to have an unnatural interest in it. Was it a ploy to initiate conversation and dismiss her previous gazing? Well, it worked.
" What's it saying?" He looked forward to her interesting response. He had noticed as she walked up that she was favoring one leg, so if nothing else he could ease her pain. Pain relief seemed to be a fantastic icebreaker. But he thought that a curious stare and an apparent love for ornamental lighting was just as unique. The parallel of this meeting and the last one was not lost on him. His disbelief in coincidence reassured him that there was some point to this. What it was would require the young lady to respond. So he waited, his smile creeping across his face.
Posted by singthemuse on Sept 10, 2008 23:42:42 GMT -6
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The comment startled Sterling enough that her sixth perceptional sense faltered momentarily, flickering back to the world normally perceived by human senses.
In her mind, Sterling labeled her ability to communicate with machines as an ability to “hear” and “speak” to them. In reality, it was more like a mixture of sight and touch and yet a sense that was all together different. She knew it had something to do with “visualizing” electromagnetic auroras, but she couldn’t explain her ability to only “see” those fields emitting from machines. Just about everything had some sort of electromagnetic aura.
Annoyed by the smarmy comment from someone she didn’t really know, Sterling cut her eyes to the smirking young man and tried to decide if his question was serious or mocking. After a brief moment of deliberation she decided that it was probably a mixture of both. After all, she reflected, she had apparently zoned out while staring at a lamppost. He couldn’t be literally serious as she had yet to meet anyone who could speak to machines like she could; there was no way for him to know or assume that she could. Slightly affronted at the idea that someone younger than herself would try to tease her, yet not completely sure how to react to the teasing, she decided to give him a vague response in retaliation to his statement.
“This kind can’t talk,” she responded blandly, her eyes narrowing slightly, wanting to know how he would react.
Posted by Seizure on Sept 11, 2008 21:53:17 GMT -6
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“This kind can’t talk.”
To a human, this would be one of the many pleasant or unpleasant folk who wandered the park talking to inanimate objects. To a mutant, it wasn't so easy to judge. Garrett had been fortunate not to receive obvious physical mutations or glows like poor Sunny back at the Mansion. Considering the wide array of people he had met recently, no one could be simply surmised in a glance. The girl seemed to snap at him. She had probably been spoken to in a similar manner before, one that seemed to paint a picture of madness.
" Which kinds can?" He made sure to drop his smirk so she might believe his sincerity. Whether she was a human lunatic or a mutant remained to be seen. She was certainly interesting either way.
Posted by singthemuse on Sept 17, 2008 19:35:53 GMT -6
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Sterling didn’t catch herself in time to keep surprise from widening her eyes. However she did manage to quickly regain her composure. At least externally. Inside she was a mess of chaotic thought and emotion. Could this kid—he was just a kid right?—actually be…serious? Her mind ran in a thousand directions all at once but one thought prevailed above all the others.
Father…
Her chest tightened and her heart suddenly lept to her throat. Perhaps this was just the break she had been searching for, perhaps she was now one step closer to finding the man that had eluded her all her life. ..or it could just be some kid messing with her, she told herself, quickly dashing away her overwhelming cloud of emotion. She swallowed before answering, finding her mouth strangely dry.
“The kind more internally complex than this,” she responded, tilting her head at the lamppost. “However” she continued slowly, giving what she hoped was a casual shrug, “it really depends on the one who’s listening.”
She couldn’t help but wonder where the conversation would lead. She tried to approach the whole thing objectively but deep within herself a small bit of hope fluttered about.
Posted by Seizure on Sept 17, 2008 19:53:41 GMT -6
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Garrett was sliding more in the direction of mutant now. She seemed much to serious to be insane. Sometimes it was hard to tell, as schizophrenics and psychopaths generally had their story down, but he was going to simply trust. The pattern of things seemed to point to him running into mutants on a regular basis. Where would the lesson be this time?
" That makes sense. I guess a street lamp wouldn't be very intelligent. Just on and off, maybe a timer at best, huh? I suppose the more going on , the more intelligent its replies would be. It must be nice to speak to things of logic. Not so irrational and obtuse as people." He tried to smile genuinely. Since the virus, he hadn't had such an easy time of it as he had once had. He hoped he didn't scare her off. He could tell that another byproduct of the integration he had experienced was that people could see something wrong in his eyes. The conflict was constantly going on up there.
His interest was piqued further by her second comment. " So there are others who can hear what machines think? That would be an amazing coincidence. I thought mutants were all pretty much unique." Old Garrett would have shied away from throwing the mutant card down so easily. New Garrett, not so much.
Posted by singthemuse on Sept 18, 2008 15:53:06 GMT -6
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This time Sterling was unable to hid her surprise.
For everywhere her logical mind had lead her, she had never ONCE considered the possibility that she might actually be a mutant.
“M-mutant??” she couldn’t help but stutter.
Though she wasn’t very aware of the comings and goings of people even she could not deny knowing the stigma attached to the label “mutant”. Truthfully, Sterling didn’t even consider herself that strange. Sure she knew she was different than other people, but a mutant? Really? She couldn’t fly or light things on fire and she didn’t glow or have slime running out her hears...She just heard things that no one else could, and…was able to do things that no one else could….
Having only just now considered the possibility that she was indeed actually a mutant, Sterling didn’t know how to respond. Her logical mind hadn’t enough time to completely explore the implication of the idea and she was stuck at a loss.
“A mutant,” she murmured to herself, focused somewhere in the back of her mind, “I…suppose, that could be accurate…”
Again the stigma of such admittance struck her and her attention snapped back to the young man in front of her wondering what would happen now. She sure didn’t know.
Posted by Seizure on Sept 18, 2008 16:08:35 GMT -6
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The girl seemed rather put off by the mention of mutants. Most people were like that. It had become a slur these days by an ignorant populace. But that's where all slurs came from. Ignorance. The more interesting fact was that she didn't seem to think she was one. Perhaps she wasn't and she truly was insane. Garrett cocked his head to one side and studied her. " Had you never considered that idea before? We aren't all strange looking, you know." He gave her a wink.
Garrett stood from his seat and took a few steps toward her. " I also have the kind of mutation that no one can see or hear. They always feel it though." The smirk appeared in its rightful place. " That's some conundrum you're in though, not being able to prove it one way or the other. Though in a way, it is liberating, since you could live amongst humans with no worries. Personally, I have no shame in my genetic structure. It's not like I had any control over it in the first place. It's like skin color or anything else. You just live with it. Though, in our case, we have the privilege of actually using it to our collective advantage."
Posted by singthemuse on Sept 20, 2008 1:57:08 GMT -6
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Sterling nodded, understanding the young man’s logic and coming to terms with the idea of being a mutant. She was as she was created, she supposed. It didn’t really matter either way to her. Sterling was just Sterling in her mind.
“Humans?” She asked, catching on to his wording, “You don’t consider yourself a human?”
This idea, however, startled her. Was their DNA really so different from the rest of humanity that they couldn’t categorize themselves as such any more? She had always labeled mutants human—strange and different—but still human, just as phosphorescent fish with an artificially encoded gene was still fish. Sterling didn’t put much stock in philosophy, but she couldn’t stand the idea of not knowing who—what—she was. Her brows furrowed and lips thinned in frustration.
“I just wanted some fresh air,” she huffed, deflating.
Her stomach interjected with another hungry growl.
“And some food,” Sterling remembered. She also realized that she didn’t know the guys name yet and she told him such, one hand rubbing her uncomfortably empty stomach.
Posted by Seizure on Sept 21, 2008 10:54:20 GMT -6
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Garrett smiled and remembered to be cordial. The virus had apparently stolen some of his more graceful qualities." My apologies, my name is Garrett. No, I am not a human. If you are a mutant, neither are you. As I must assume you know a bit about science, concerning the nature of your ability, I would assume you would know that the scientific name for a human is Homo sapiens. The first vestiges of manhood thousands of years ago was called Homo erectus. Mutants are called Homo superior. Just follow the bouncing ball of evolution."
Garrett smiled and saw that the girl was hungry. He hadn't thought of it, but he seemed to be as well. " Food sounds good. Mind if I join you? And what is your name? Garrett was actually quite pleased to have a conversation with a mutant that wasn't so heavy handed. Just some food and mutant life.
Posted by singthemuse on Sept 21, 2008 20:31:06 GMT -6
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Sterling thought about what Garret had said concerning mutants and the evolution of humans, deciding it made sense. However she also decided that she was not going to blindly accept his statement as truth until she had seen proof. It just wasn’t her way.
Sterling shrugged when he asked if he could join her for her meal. Unlike some of the other “weirdo”s she had met so far in the city, she didn’t feel threatened by him—he hadn’t done anything to alarm her so far….other than turn her entire existence on its head, but she found that mostly a personal problem. Sterling, though very out of touch with the generic qualities of humans—‘Humans!” she thought astounded, finding herself already changing her internal language—she tended to be a fairly good judge of character, or at least intention. She, herself had a tendency to be a little out of sorts and awkward around other people.
“If you want,” she responded. “My names is Sterling.”
She inclined her head to him as she gave her name, forgetting that most people shook hands when they met someone new. She was used to the underground tradition of not touching those you didn’t intimately know. That and she had never been fond of the feeling of skin. It was entirely too pliant and oily and not at all like the sensibly brusque feel of metal.
“I’m not actually from around here,” she added, looking around them, “So, I don’t really know where I am going.”
Posted by Seizure on Sept 21, 2008 23:35:09 GMT -6
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Garrett was pleased that Sterling was open to his joining her. Any woman in Central Park would be wary of a strange man wishing to join her for lunch. Throw in the mutant card and who knows the outcome? He approached closer, still keeping a respectable distance. " A pleasure to meet you, Sterling." He tossed back the same head nod, foregoing a hand shake. He had found recently that the idea of touching others should be reserved for pain, not so much greeting. She caused no harm and represented no threat, so happy times could continue.
" I am also not from here originally, though I work nearby. There is a good place not too far from here that has outside seating. So we can talk about what we like without worrying about humans getting scared and panicking, as they are apt to do. They have the usual stuff, lunch items, burgers,fries, steaks, your typical American grease bin. Sound alright?" He stepped past her, looking into her green eyes as he did so. he took a few steps and turned toward her waiting to see if she would actually follow.
Posted by singthemuse on Sept 22, 2008 1:16:30 GMT -6
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“That sounds good,” Sterling responded, turning to follow him.
She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her riding jacket as she fell into a step more-or-less beside him. It was a little warm for a jacket, but being from California Sterling was use to much higher temperatures. Her jacket wasn’t for temperature purposes at the moment though. Her burses were still healing and, as burses did before they healed, were turning very ugly colors. She wasn’t concerned too much with them though they did still hurt a bit. Her leg was a different story however. She was still wary about going to a hospital, though the undiminishing pain was beginning to make her think that it would be a good idea to do go and probably sooner than later. She pushed her pain from her mind and glanced over at Garrett. He really was interesting looking: Slightly taller than her, munch thinner, no hair to speak of and eyes the color of tarnished stone. She decided that she liked his eye color.
She wasn’t a very good conversationalist and didn’t make any attempts to start a conversation, but she didn’t mind silence and was content to just be. People had a tendency to fill the air with too much mindless chatter anyway. She enjoyed watching the scenery; the lamp posts, joggers with MP3 players, a fountain here and there, an occasional motor scooter or city lawn mower. She even noticed a young teenaged girl sitting under a tree with a laptop open. She followed Garrett and kept her mind half on where they were going and what he was doing, but didn’t put too much concern with it. She figured that if he had something else to say to her he would say it and she would answer. If he did something weird, she would leave. She was just pleased to be doing something other than sitting in her hotel room and not having someone(thing) nag at her constantly for not taking better care of herself.
Posted by Seizure on Sept 22, 2008 16:30:09 GMT -6
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It was a lovely day in the Park. Couples spending time together, people exercising, a few guys playing Frisbee with their dogs. The birds in the trees and the occasional buzz of a wandering insect. The general peace and quiet was just what Garrett had needed. Things had been so topsy turvy lately, it was hard to reduce the static in his newly integrated mind to something akin to a whisper. He still felt this burning sensation somewhere in his mind, though. It wasn't a physical feeling, more like a fuse that had been lit when he was injected with the virus.
He didn't mean to seem rude. He looked back and saw Sterling enjoying the scenery. He also saw that the limp he had noticed initially was still present, though she was doing her best to conceal it. Without looking at her, he started speaking, slowing his pace to close the distance between them." I noticed you seemed to have hurt your leg. I only mention it because I haven't illuminated my own mutation. It deals with pain. I normally cause it in others, though I am also able to lessen it. I won't do it without your consent, though. Also, it doesn't heal the injury, but it does make it more comfortable until you can have something done with it. Just something to mull over."
They arrived at the restaurant, finding the courtyard area delightfully vacant for the most part. He stopped at the doors and waited for her to hobble along. He smiled cordially, opening the door. " Did you want to eat inside or out? If you wanted to eat outside, you could go ahead and get a table and I will get one of the waiters and some menus. Something to drink?"