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.
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Posted by brainstorm on Nov 10, 2008 1:29:00 GMT -6
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Alex sat on a bench, hidden from any of the paths that ran through Central Park by a tall grove of trees. He idly read from his newspaper, rubbing at his neck as he did so. He could still feel the sting from the collar he had been forced to wear for over a year. Alex held out his hand, letting several sparks dance between his fingers. He smiled softly. It felt so good to be able to really use his powers. Alex set his newspaper to the side and extened his hand toward a branch laying a couple of feet away. A spark raced from his hand and caught the branch, lifting it up a couple of feet and starting it rotating. Alex blinked his eyes, which had begun sparking at his use of his powers. Lowering his glasses, Alex let a bolt shoot from his eyes and ship the bark from the branch, which had fallen back to the grass. Alex stood and streched, leting his shoulders pop. He idly glanced around, then let a small spark jerk his newspaper from the bench to his hand. Alex turned, and began to walk through the trees.
Okay. So it'd been a rough couple of weeks. Among the most devastating was the loss of everything she owned in a fiery conflagration. It was nice of Brickson to run around and kill some cops right in front of her apartment. It surely shifted the blame of arson onto the obviously crazy and ever so naked mutant... even if it wasn't actually that guy's fault. Oh who was she kidding? It was his fault. Maybe not the fire, but the whole night had taken a turn for the worse when he'd robbed that bank.
They had flashed her face on the news after the live spot about Brickson and the bone girl's cop slaughter. Lori, the obvious victim of arson, still hadn't been found. And she wasn't sure she wanted to be found. After her little stunt that had practically left a trail of destruction from her smoldering apartment down into the subway, she wasn't entirely sure what to do with herself. No one besides Brickson and a few Order members knew that she was a mutant. Lori just needed to lay low and then resurface to play the martyr later if she wanted that life again.
So here she was wandering around Central freaking Park as an actual vagrant.
Lori knew all those comments to Geo about being homeless would come back to bite her in the end.
Between the fan-freaking-tastic nature and obnoxious children and the freakishly obsessive joggers, she was sure to cheer up. Or not. Lori hated the park. There wasn't a whole lot of non-nature here. She kicked at a metallic oil drum that served as a trash bin as she walked down a lesser trod path. She reveled in the reverberation of sound as she passed. Stupid park. Not enough spark to keep her happy... She was a city girl through and through. Except that she need to be away from people. So she gravitated away from most everyone she saw.
Shoving her hands deeper into her jeans pockets, Lori didn't even notice when the lesser trod path had de-evolved into not a path at all. She was so intent on sulking, mulling over the 'to be a mutant or continue to pretend to be normal' bit that she didn't even notice an actual bench amidst a circle of old and wise trees. She certainly didn't notice the person there or even the newspaper. There was only one thing that garnered her attention: power.
Electric spark. Like... voltage so high that it was cutting through the resistive air and making her salivate. But it was more than a spark. Lori hesitated at the edge of the clearing. That spark was lifting a tree branch... and then... Lori blinked. Then there was a jumping stream of electricity that traced back to a man's eyes. The electricity shot like freaking LASER BEAMS from some guy's eyes. Lori couldn't be sure of what that laser beam eye bolt did to the stick from her distance of twenty or so feet, but there was one thing that was definitely confirmed...
"So, I'm guessing you're a mutant then?" Lori's light soprano pierced the subtle sounds of nature like a surprise knife in the gut. Normally she hated stating the obvious, but she was still kind of stuck on the laser beam eyeball thing. He'd collected his newspaper and was headed out of this secret grove, but Lori was on a definite intercepting trajectory. She wasn't entirely sure what she would do when she got their either. One thing she knew for sure, if he was scared off by a little 5'2" girl who pinned him for what he was in the woods, he was no where near worth her time.
Posted by brainstorm on Nov 10, 2008 16:30:12 GMT -6
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Alex was heading toward the pond he could see in the distance, when a voice called out.
"So, I'm guessing you're a mutant then?"
Alex spun on his heel, turning to face the sound of the voice. He let his powers return, causing small sparks to dance in his eyes, behind the frames of his glasses. Instantly, he spotted the speaker.
She was shorter than him by about a head, with blond hair hanging down past her shoulders. She was wearing a pair of pressed jeans and shirt, and was giving him a look that was at the same time curious and...hungry. Nothing about her showed any sign that she was scared of him or angry at him, like most normals would be. She was walking towards him at a steady pace, and he let a small smirk slide onto his face as she got near.
"And I am guessing from the fact that you're not screaming or trying to drive me off with a crucifix, that you are also a mutant."
There was something familiar about her face, like he had seen her before and forgotten, which in a city like New York, was a distinct possibility. He held out his hand, taking care to pull back the energy coursing through his body, to prevent an accidental shock.
"And I am guessing from the fact that you're not screaming or trying to drive me off with a crucifix, that you are also a mutant."
"Oh Jeepers, I knew I forgot something." She held up her fingers in a cross-like configuration, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're really scary and all with your laser beam eyeballs."
She was picking her way carefully through the vindictive undergrowth of nature, glad that he hadn't run. There was no way she was gonna chase a runner today. Not when she was wearing steel-toed boots that were just a bit too big for her. That's what she got for borrowing clothes from the homeless shelter she where she was currently living. She took her time with her approach. She wasn't afraid of this one. Especially if those little sparks were the best he could do.
"My name is Alex."
He offered his hand and Lori returned the handshake firmly with more strength than one would typically imagine for such a small frame. It wasn't super strength, it was confidence with a borderline superiority complex.
"Lori." She debated telling or showing her mutation, but there was no need. She felt her internal charge all aquiver, potentially resonating nicely with the spark in him. She could also clearly 'see' the underdeveloped magnetic fields that naturally surrounded his visible sparking. She determined by those fields that his mutation must have been mostly electric and... telekinetic? Well, he had picked up a stick with his laser beam eyeballs. She grinned toothily. Yeah, she wasn't going to forget that one any time soon.
It was sweet in a kind of 'aww how cute' kind of way, but entirely unnecessary of him to pull back his shock-factor. Not that he knew that... or that she exactly wanted to tell him yet. She retracted her hand from the mutual greeting and it found its home at her hip. She was going to attempt to be friendly. Not her best suit, but it was worth a shot.
"So what's the big light show all about? That twig insult your momma? 'Cause I can totally help you kick his ass."
Posted by brainstorm on Nov 10, 2008 20:30:09 GMT -6
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"Lori" Her grip was suprisingly firm. He felt the hairs on his arms stand up as his natural charge began to spark up slightly. Maybe it was reacting to her powers? Alex had never felt anything like it, so he mentally shrugged. She stepped back and put her hand on her hip. Her eyes looked amused, but her stance looked a little awkward. Like she was putting on an air. "So what's the big light show all about? That twig insult your momma? 'Cause I can totally help you kick his ass." Alex laughed at that. She said it so matter-of-factly that it almost didn't sound sarcastic. "No, no. I think it learned its lesson." He gave an awkward grin, looking like a kid who had got cauht with his hand in the cookie jar, but wasn't really sorry for it. "Actually, I was just 'stretching' my powers. Haven't got a chance to really 'use' them since, well, since the whole Registration bit." Almost unconsiously, Alex reached up to rub where his collar had been placed.
Lori simpered and shook her head slightly. Alex had one of those incorrigible smiles like he just couldn't be taught proper manners.
"Actually, I was just 'stretching' my powers. Haven't got a chance to really 'use' them since, well, since the whole Registration bit." Almost unconsiously, Alex reached up to rub where his collar had been placed.[/i]
Lori made a small 'hn' noise. She hadn't been bothered with the registration act because she had still been pretending to be normal back then. Lori's neck and wrists were unmarred. Even if they had tried to nab her they would only have ended up feeding her since their weapon of choice seemed to be the stun gun.
"Another victim, I see." She waved him off dismissing his self pity (subconscious or not) at once. People just loved to be the victim. There was a certain unassailable moral superiority to it. They did it to me. I was wronged. There was nothing I could do. It was all lies of course. If any group of people could defend themselves or take revenge it was their own. What stupid sapiens. If ever there was a minority not to pick on it was mutants. They were a powerful next step in evolution.
"So you only bother to "stretch" out here in the fairy circles? Well, that is a real shame." Lori peered back through the strange almost perfectly constructed circle of trees. She did wonder who put the bench there. She could only imagine some plant kid had bothered with the trees. What a fruit, but it was a nice secret grove. Only a certain type of person wandered from the path so confidently. This was New York: where even the muggers got mugged... even in the park.
Alex held a little spark of interest for Lori. Every word he spoke was helping her form a more complete picture of the person he was and the person he could be. She wasn't entirely sure what she was trying to goad Alex into... if anything at all. Lori had certainly seen a bit too much action recently, but it was almost unavoidable. She just couldn't keep herself from stirring the pot.
Posted by brainstorm on Nov 10, 2008 22:04:42 GMT -6
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"Another victim, I see." She waved her hand. "So you only bother to "stretch" out here in the fairy circles? Well, that is a real shame."
Alex raised his eyebrow and looked around. Sure enough, the clearing with the bench was in a circle of trees. His lip twitched in amusement and he turned back to her.
"Well, I don't walk around with my eyes shooting lightning, but I don't really try to hide my powers. Not anymore." He snorted. Yeah, he really didn't try to hide them. Kind of hard to with his eyes. Lucky for him, his part-time boss was a tolerant. Though he had almost had a heart-attack when Alex first used his powers to lift a thirty-pound box of books onto a shelf with a glance.
"So what about you? What is your...gift?" Feeling like showing off, Alex snapped his fingers at the last word, causing a shower of psionic sparks to flash from his fingers. Corny, but it looked great. Felt good too.
This guy was either inexperienced or trusting because he actually turned his back on her. The meaner part of herself wanted to teach him a lesson then and there, but then again... maybe she could use that slightly trusting nature later. She filed that tidbit away with a smile.
"Well, I don't walk around with my eyes shooting lightning, but I don't really try to hide my powers. Not anymore." He snorted.
"It's getting easier and easier all the time isn't it?" She grinned. There was definite satisfaction that came with being yourself and using your natural talents to their fullest. Power was fun.
"So what about you? What is your...gift?"[/color]
Right on cue the hormones kicked in, boys were always boys mutants or not. He snapped some sparks to life and, well, it was a cue. She held up her hand and as long as the faint electric spark was alive it drifted toward her call, but it was only a small aberration and died before it reached her skin. She couldn't even sustain it. Lori couldn't make sparks outside of her body like that.
"I don't naturally separate voltage and current like you seem to, but then again your tesla's are all over the place." Sometimes she got a little too technical with her words without realizing it. She really enjoyed the physics behind electromagnetic fields, and her degree didn't help her propensity for jargon.
She leveled her clear blue eyes at Alex. "Your zap won't hurt me, laser beam boy." It was almost a challenge...
Posted by brainstorm on Nov 11, 2008 5:13:25 GMT -6
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Alex watched as the sparks from his hands floated towards her before fading away. Obviously, her power had something to do with either electricity or psionics. Her next words answered that question.
"I don't naturally separate voltage and current like you seem to, but then again your tesla's are all over the place."
Alex blinked several times at the techinical speak. He recognized voltage and current from his Electronics class he took in middle school, but he had no clue what telsa's were, or how any of what she said related to his or her powers, except for the fact that she used electricity. Obviously, his ignorance showed on his face, because her next words partially cleared up his confusion.
"Your zap won't hurt me, laser beam boy."
Somehow, he wasn't reassured by that. For all he knew of her power, she could snap her fingers like he did, and his head would detonate. Oh well, too late to stop now, might as well press on.
"Really." He let his eyes begin sparking out more lightning. Partially because it would be easier to react if she turned hostile, and partially because it really helped him to bleed off stress. Though he would have a wicked headache come tommorrow.
Deciding to try and steer the topic away from a potential fight, Alex gave what he hoped was a winning smile. "So what is a sophisticated girl like you doing tromping through these woods?" He kept his tone jovial, but was secretly worried that she was looking for him. He didn't know who would be looking for him specifically, but if she really was immune to his powers, sending her to track him down would make sense. A year under the Registration had made him rather paranoid.
There was an edge of fear that lit his eyes... or maybe that was the lightning? Either way she saw him develop a mild amount of respect. It was... nice. He had some sense of self-preservation after all! So he wasn't a complete simpleton.
Lori only shrugged. She had no specific ulterior intentions for once... it was actually kind of nice, but then again it was a bit unnerving. What was she supposed to do when there was no good reason for manipulation? What did you do when you had nothing to gain and worse yet, nothing to lose? She was so used to being trouble that this whole 'laying low' thing was rubbing her the wrong way... and it hadn't even been that long.
"Really."
"Ya. Really." Her eyebrows rose slightly to match her level of sarcasm.
Lori stifled a yawn as if she were fighting off boredom already. And meeting people in the middle of the woods in Central Park? Well, that was just normal every day happenstance. It was all so blase. Girl meets boy in woods. Girl provokes boy into a fight. Girl feeds off of boy's mutation like a vampire. Yep, just your typical tuesday. It really was too bad she had no specific need for charge otherwise she might be acting on that scenario. She could make this situation interesting if need be, but she wasn't that bored yet. So now she was back to her initial problem... what did normal hobos do all day?
He smiled in a roguish way that was just a little too wide and toothy for Lori's tastes. But then again she was often hard to please. "So what is a sophisticated girl like you doing tromping through these woods?"[/color]
"Was I tromping?" She edged forward a very small bit as she inspected her slightly oversized boots. She was definitely tromping so she genially conceded the point with a small laugh. He also got a point for choosing the word 'sophisticated.' It was both a carefully neutral compliment and held implications of her intelligence.
She grinned her predator smile though her words and eyes were harmless enough. "I guess I was just trying to kill time." She shrugged and shoved her hands deep down into her jeans pockets. "Got a little too deep in thought and lost the trail." Or stepped off the trail to avoid human contact. Now mutant contact... that she didn't mind so much. Especially someone she could bother without fear of repercussion.
Posted by brainstorm on Nov 12, 2008 19:50:37 GMT -6
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"Was I tromping?" She glanced down at her boots as if asking them. Alex stifled a laugh, as he was pretty sure she would not take him laughing at her well. He settled for a nod and a shrug.
When she looked back at him again, she had a almost feral smile on her face, though her eyes seemed amused. "I guess I was just trying to kill time. Got a little too deep in thought and lost the trail." Alex shuddered at the word 'kill'. She seemed to pause a bit at it, and it gave him goosebumps.
"I know the feeling." He wasn't sure if this next bit was wise or not, but he was a bit curious, so he plwed on. "I am guessing life just threw you a curveball, and you're trying to figure out how you are going to react to it." Alex nodded, grinning, the lightning in his eyes settling down a bit as he leaned against a nearby tree. He leaned back a bit, though he didn't take his eyes off her.
"I know the feeling... I am guessing life just threw you a curveball, and you're trying to figure out how you are going to react to it."[/color] He seemed to relax slightly. It was easier to tell moods when they were measurable by lightning. So far Lori hadn't gotten upset enough to loose control. In fact, she'd hardly even accessed her power at all.
"An astute assumption, but still an assumption." Lori laughed breathily and rubbed her sore hand against the inside of her pocket. She would never be the same mutant or human. "Let's call it a life change that's still settling." Of course it was still settling. She'd gone from self-sufficient, confident human to homeless, jobless, and assumed dead.
Lori held out her hand, palm up for Alex to see. Slick and pink puckered skin covered her entire palm. It was a freshly healed scar.. or nearly healed anyway. She'd chosen her moment of full acceptance into mutanthood in a flash of light. It seemed every time lightning struck, Lori had a life change. She couldn't even pin this on Brickson. She'd called it herself. It was her bed, she'd made it, now she just had to lay in it. "Gotta watch out for those electrical storms... Lightning's a real bitch." It had been powerful and glorious in its destruction. Beautiful and scary. Just like the girl.
She'd hold out her hand for as long as he wanted, she'd even let him touch it since she was feeling rather generous today. "So. You gonna hide out here in the woods all day? Or are we walking somewhere?" Okay, well, not generous enough to stand out in the middle of all kinds of nature all day long.
Posted by brainstorm on Nov 14, 2008 22:02:41 GMT -6
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"An astute assumption, but still an assumption." She laughed, and Alex could tell that his 'assumption was spot on, something she confirmed when she spoke a moment later.
"Let's call it a life change that's still settling."
Alex nodded. He could understand that. He and his family had been ostracized after Alex's gift manifested. Luckily, his dad's bosses either hadn't heard or didn't care. They had still made several moves around the Eastern Seaboard. But Alex didn't think that Lori was talking about a move.
Alex had opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'What kind of life change?', but Lori had put a stop to that when she pulled her hand out of her pocket and held it, palm up, for him to see.
The scarred tissue startled him. He recognized it as an electrical burn, having caused enough of them in his teenage years to recognize them. But it was her next words, about where she had gotten it that blew him away.
"Gotta watch out for those electrical storms... Lightning's a real bitch."
"Lightning storms!" Alex stared at her. She had been hit by a bolt of lightning and only gotten a scarred palm! She wasn't kidding when she said his sparks wouldn't hurt her.
"So. You gonna hide out here in the woods all day? Or are we walking somewhere?" It took a moment for Alex to register what she had said. He shook him self lightly, schooling his face to hide his shock.
"I was walking toward that pond, but I have no real destination." Alex gestured at the pond that was just visible through the trees. He shrugged. "I am probably going to go train in my apartment in a couple of hours. The landlady lets me use the basement to 'stretch'." He glanced at her. She still had her hand reached out, but he wasn't quite sure what she wanted him to do. Was he supposed to take her hand? "You heading anywhere in particular?"
"Lightning storms!" He stared in a most satisfying way. She ended up throwing her head back and letting loose a hearty laugh. Shocking people was fun in every capacity of the word. Under normal circumstances, Lori could absorb electricity without so much as a scratch. The fact that this one had left a mark... a very large mark, meant that it had held far beyond her current capacity of power. Too much to channel, too much to divert. She both hated and loved the mark. As she loved and hated what she was, who she was. It was a constant reminder that she could use some actual training and could continue to grow.
She loved that her mark had so unnerved him. It confirmed her suspicions that his feeble electric talents were wholly worthless against her.
"I was walking toward that pond, but I have no real destination... I am probably going to go train in my apartment in a couple of hours. The landlady lets me use the basement to 'stretch'."[/color] She tried not to tense at the mention of the pond... or garnering a landlady's permission. If he wanted to ask permission to exist for the rest of his life so be it. She, for one, was not. Not anymore. "You heading anywhere in particular?"[/color]
Lori shoved her hand back into her pocket grumpily. Well, she'd go back to doing as she pleased as soon as she'd figured out what exactly it was that she even wanted to do with herself. For now... "Just staying out of the public eye. I have no real destination." She'd echoed his earlier words about destination with a shrug, though the words somehow had more weight when she'd said them.
No destination. No destination beyond the Sanctuary, her hidey hole. Even that was tiresome as the people who had made it interesting seemed to be less than accessible lately. Had she scared them off like so many others? Lori caught herself watching Alex's glasses for a hint of what he might be thinking. Would she scare this one too? She wanted to. She wanted to send him off screaming, set him in his place, rip his clothes, feel her current, her life's blood, funneling into someone that might appreciate the power... someone who would know its worth even as it killed them. She wanted to hurt him. She didn't even know him and had no reason to harm him beyond her own selfish need to drive others away... her constant need to dominate. It was obvious that he wouldn't be enough for her and so she wanted to bring him in close and then tear him to shreds.
Lori had done it for years without realizing it. She was her own saboteur. She always reached out, lonely. When they disappointed, and so far they all had, she grew tired of them and she moved on. She'd maim them emotionally or physically, whichever pleased her most at the moment. Torture for the wasted time they'd spent together, abuse for their weaknesses. Lori pulled her hands out of her pockets and fussed with her hair as if she'd seen the reflection of a stray hair in Alex's glasses. She knew from the start that this one was a disappointment.
Only, she was still lonely, still looking for someone to get it right.
She smiled knowing even without a mirror that it wasn’t a happy smile. It was the smile she got when she finally got to do something bad, after people had been making her behave. She'd been good for weeks. "Would you mind if I tagged along?" Her voice was high and carefully neutral.
Posted by brainstorm on Nov 15, 2008 15:27:19 GMT -6
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"Just staying out of the public eye. I have no real destination."
Alex was slightly embarassed at his outburst about lightning storms, and even more so about her reaction, but he kept it from his face. From her tone, 'no real destination' meant more than just having time to kill. She really didn't know where she was going in the future. He briefly considered bringing it up, but decided to keep his nose out of it. No sense getting burned when she wouldn't tell him anything anyways.
"Would you mind if I tagged along?" Her tone was nuetral, but she was grinning. He couldn't help but wonder what was making her grin like that. The hair on the back of his neck prickled, and he shrugged to shake off the feeling.
"Sure, if you want." Alex then slid his hands into his pockets and slowly started walking towards the pond, his senses focused on the girl behind him. He would have offered her his arm, but the way she was grinning, he was afraid she would bite it off.