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.
"Arrrgghh!!" Lori raised a single eyebrow. She knew she was frustrating, but really... did he need all the dramatics? She shrugged her innocence at their waiter. She had no idea what the crazy, purple-eyed mutie was up to.
She felt... something. Activity. That was the best she could do, as far as her senses would allow. Activity. Lori sighed. She needed to fine tune more than just her control. Alex peeked up at her eventually, sparks arcing across his eyes. They were practically crying out for her to touch them, but she had that much control at least. Lori plucked one of the shoe string fries from her plate and nibbled. Anything to keep her digits busy.
Alex then did something curious. He made a face that was hard to decipher... there was justification? regret? no... apology. How delightfully amusing!
"I am sorry. A drawback of hyper-charging the electric currents in my nervous system is a rather large headache and a great deal of disorientation afterward. The only was to clear it is to reactivate my powers or take nap. I doubted you would appreciate me falling asleep right after you finished talking, so I choose to re-start my powers."[/color]
Lori took a bit of her lower lip into her mouth as she thought. hyper-charging his electric system? That would mean his synapses would fire faster in the least. Quick thinker? Fast dodger? What exactly did that entail? "Do you need a jump?" She offered her dainty hand nearly half way across the table, palm up. As if he could feed from her as she could feed from him. She'd never offered half as much before, and she didn't really stop to think about the consequences until her hand was out there, waiting.
"Now, what is it you would like to speak about?"
Lori let out a soft 'heh.' Man, he just wasn't the level of smooth that she was used to shooting down. He didn't act the man enough. He just relinquished control of the situation time and time again. Her eyes flicked back up to his. "How long... the eyes, the achey brain, the laser beam eyeballs? You been at this a while?" She picked a few more skinny fries up, making space on her plate for dipping mustard. They were right back to cordial conversation. After the taunts and threats and flirts and screams of frustration, Lori was getting her calm lunch after all.
Posted by brainstorm on Dec 2, 2008 22:04:48 GMT -6
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"Do you need a jump?"
Alex looked at her outstreched hand and shook his head. "I can't absorb, only expel. Thank you, though." He gave a small smile.
"How long... the eyes, the achey brain, the laser beam eyeballs? You been at this a while?"
"Seven years. Though it took me several months to learn how to activate it consiously. Unfortunately, the headache doesn't seem to be diminishing with use. How about you? How long have you been active?" Alex took another bite of his sandwich. The mustard was a bit strong, but otherwise it was fine. Alex glanced around at the cafe.
It was largely empty, somewhat suprising, considering the time of day. Alex noticed the waitress from early seemed to be watching their table. Odd, he would have thought she would be avoiding them, if she had elected to send out another server. Unless he had simply grabbed the order first. The girl looked a bit startled by his eyes, but he was not sure if she could see the sparks from this distance, or if she was suprised that a 'blind' man could see her.
Alex smiled and turned back towards Lori, still chewing slowly on the bite of sandwich he had taken earlier.
"I can't absorb, only expel. Thank you, though." He gave a small smile.
Lori still had her doubts. With the jumping eye sparks, she really thought that his eyes or perhaps even mouth could accept a donation of sorts. That or perhaps she could actually get a proper drain, but her initial thought was a donation at least.
"Seven years. Though it took me several months to learn how to activate it consiously. Unfortunately, the headache doesn't seem to be diminishing with use. How about you? How long have you been active?"
Active. She had to cram her sandwich in her mouth to keep from giggling. That and she needed to actually think about that for a moment. Let's see she was 25, she started college at 18, that meant her x-gene had been active for... "Hn." Lori chewed carefully and swallowed before actually speaking. "Seven years for me too. How old are you? No wait. Late bloomer, I forgot." Lori went back to nibbling fries. It was easier for talking, though she loved the strong acidic taste of the kraut on the Reuben. It must've been her German blood or something.
"I didn't do anything but quash it down for quite some time." Oh, that was entirely too helpful. Lori took another bite of her sandwich. She was not telling him that she felt her control was under developed. No way. Not even if he might have some idea of what it's like trying to tame electricity. To admit that much was weakness and Lori didn't do weakness. Not unless it was going to get her something.
Lori was quite content with her sandwich and company. The tangy, glorious sauerkraut was practically distraction enough for her so if there was trouble brewing in the absence of bystanders, she didn't see it coming. It was a public place and generally witnesses made places like these safe.
Posted by brainstorm on Dec 5, 2008 19:12:48 GMT -6
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"Seven years for me too. How old are you? No wait. Late bloomer, I forgot." Alex raised his eyebrow. When had he said he was a late bloomer?
" 20 years and seven months since I was born. Give or take a week or so." Alex glanced back at the door to the kitchen. The waitress was now pointing out their table to a couple of the other waitresses. So much for hoping she hadn't noticed his eyes.
"I didn't do anything but quash it down for quite some time." He turned back, frowning.
"Quash it down? So your power is constantly active?" He spared one more glance at the kitchen, then turned back to her. "I must apologize again. It appears that my sparkling eyes have attracted the attention of out ice-inclined waitress." He laughed at himself in his head. God, he sounded corny. He picked up his sandwich and took several bites. It would be a shame to waste his food, if the waitresses decided to cause a scene. He looked at Lori for a moment. Given her passive-aggressive stance toward the waitress over ice, he was a bit apprehensive about how she would react if the waitresses did try to make them leave.
"20 years and seven months since I was born. Give or take a week or so."[/color]
"Exactness. I like it." She noticed Alex checking around them and that brought her attention to the fact that their public place was suddenly not so public. Lori sighed. If the waitress started something, Lori was pretty confident that she could finish it. Of course that would mean hiding out and potentially salvaging her life was a no-go.
"...So your power is constantly active?"[/color]
She had to think about that again. "In some capacity, maybe, but for the most part it is an active power, something that must be commanded." In truth her power is so integrated with her life and emotions that it was rather unruly at times. If she held too much power it was almost as good as being intoxicated, too little power in her reserves and Lori would conk out. In a way, Lori's power controlled her.
"I must apologize again. It appears that my sparkling eyes have attracted the attention of our ice-inclined waitress."[/color]
Ice inclined what? Oh, that was a joke. Because the waitress had put ice in her drink. Lori tried not to cringe. "She's just jealous that your eyes actually ... sparkle. If it makes you happy, you can put the glasses back on, though I suppose it doesn't really matter since they already know." Lori seemed content with that answer as she worked on finishing half of her sandwich. If they were asked to leave - hey, it was a free meal, right?
Posted by brainstorm on Dec 6, 2008 17:49:51 GMT -6
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"In some capacity, maybe, but for the most part it is an active power, something that must be commanded."
Alex could understand that. His power was similar, except it had a definite dormant state. But when it was active, he needed to focus on directing the impulses, otherwise, they would just shot through his nervous system, making him twitchy and generaly acting like a couple of big cups of expresso.
"She's just jealous that your eyes actually ... sparkle. If it makes you happy, you can put the glasses back on, though I suppose it doesn't really matter since they already know."
"No, I suppose it won't. And the glasses will impair my vision in this light." The interior of the cafe was rather dim, though the light from the windows helped some. Alex glanced at the doorway to the kitchen once more. No-one. Either the girl had decided to leave it, or she was getting back-up.
Alex decided to merely focus on the sandwich on his plate. It was rather tasty, though there was the problem with the mustard. A silence stretched between them for a bit. Alex pondered breaking it, when he turned back to the kitchen.
The waiter from before was walking over there. Oh boy. He arrived at the table and looked at Alex. "I am sorry, sir, but could you please desist from threatening our waitresses."
"What?!" Alex stared at the man, who flinched back from Alex's crackling gaze. "How am I threatening them?"
OOC/ Congratulations on your new position, Sennyo. Best of Luck.
"No, I suppose it won't. And the glasses will impair my vision in this light."[/color] She was glad that he thought of that too. He was proving more and more competent by the minute. Unfortunately, the tension level in the room was rising now that they were some of the only people in the whole restaurant. Lori was hell-bent on finishing her sandwich. She was not going to be denied lunch just because some fools couldn't get over themselves. It seemed that Alex was equally driven to consume his lunch and so silence fell between them.
Silence that was broken by the arrival of an unwanted guest. "I am sorry, sir, but could you please desist from threatening our waitresses."
Lori guffawed through her last mouthful of bread, chewing hastily as Alex denied his ludicrous charge. This would be a story that would be hilarious later. She was tickled even now to see that the waitstaff had sent their most bulky waiter to them. She inspected the man as Alex spoke and deemed him a minimal threat.
"What?!... How am I threatening them?"
Lori swallowed the not-throughly-masticated bolus. "I dunno, you're a pretty freaky guy." Lori teased to perhaps ease a bit of the tension. Lori turned the full force of her blue eyes to the man. She was young and ripe and ever so human looking.
"You know, I think we were just leaving anyway. I don't want any trouble." Lori shrugged showing her empty and non-threatening palms. Though the words and motions were technically harmless somehow there was still force there. There was still some sense that Lori at least felt that she was still in command of this situation.
Posted by brainstorm on Dec 8, 2008 22:44:07 GMT -6
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"I don't know, you're a pretty freaky guy." Alex scowled at her, but she turned toward the waiter, raising her hands.
"You know, I think we were just leaving anyway. I don't want any trouble."
The waiter turned towards Lori. "You don't have to leave. He," the waiter, who was named George according to his nametag, waved at Alex, "just has to stop threating our staff."
"I wasn't...whatever." Alex shook his head. He could probably talk this guy down, or beat him down, he didn't look that heavy, but the atmosphere was pretty much shot. Alex pulled out his wallet and set the correct fare, plus a small tip, on the table. He stood, noting that the man backed away as he did so. He smirked lightly, and turned back to Lori.
"I am sorry we couldn't finish lunch." He glanced at their still only half-eaten meals, and turned back to the waiter. "We could use some carry-out bags, please." The man nodded and walked off.
"You don't have to leave. He just has to stop threating our staff."
Lori raised her eyebrows again. Were they serious? Or, an even better question, were they seriously that stupid? Just because someone appeared human didn't mean they were. How very simple minded these sapiens were.
Alex sputtered in response and Lori only chuckled with a shake of her head. Poor kid. "Guess that's my fault, hn?" She noticed that the kid still put a tip on the table and she sighed. If only everyone in New York were as forgiving. Lori was tempted to walk out without paying at all. They certainly deserved to take the loss.
Unfortunately that didn't exactly fit in with the low-profile thing. Begrudgingly, Lori fished around in her pocket for the neatly folded bills. "You know, I only have big bills and it is my fault... why don't you let me take care of this one?" She dropped a 50 on the table that was so covered in crusty brown stains that there was hardly enough clean bits to tell of its value. Lori stood, following Alex's lead, and replaced the other bills in her pocket. That ought to be tip enough too.
"I am sorry we couldn't finish lunch." Lori shrugged, she'd taken care of all the good stuff in relation to her sandwich. "We could use some carry-out bags, please."[/color] The threatening waiter walked off, he was a waiter at heart and no amount of threatening could make him stand as a guard or any of that nonsense.
"You really want to wait around for a takeout bag?" She was amused as all sin and there was a laugh behind her words. "I mean, they could be calling the hot fuzz on you, you threatening hunk of man, you."
((OOC: feel free to mod us out of the building when you're ready to go))
Posted by brainstorm on Dec 13, 2008 4:01:29 GMT -6
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"You really want to wait around for a takeout bag? I mean, they could be calling the hot fuzz on you, you threatening hunk of man, you."
"Why waste the food?" Alex shrugged, then grinned. "Besides, if they did, they would be the ones losing money in court when I sue for mutant discrimination." Alex loved the irony that the same courts that used to come down on any mutants for so much as sneezeing, were more likely to ask if they wanted a manicure to go with their latte. Sure, there were still people that thought mutants were a scourge on the earth, but the 'administration's position' seemed to be in their favor for the moment.
Th waiter returned with the bag and Alex grabbed the foor from his plate. He glanced at Lori, but she did not appear to want her food, so he put a few of the fries she had not touched into the bag as well. The waiter seemed to notice the crusty bill as they were walking away. Alex doubted his nose could have wrinkled any more than it did. He smirked. The bill covered the food with a very little left for a tip.
Alex turned to Lori once they had reached the street. " Well, is there anywhere you wish to go? I have nowhere to be for about an hour. I would suggest a walk in the park, but we have been there..."
"...if they did, they would be the ones losing money in court when I sue for mutant discrimination."[/color]
Lori was shaking her head. Did he really think he'd get his day in court? Sure they weren't outright busting mutants for breathing anymore, but service with a smile? Puh-lease. But Lori didn't feel like bursting his bubble, especially not within earshot of the waitstaff.
Lori laughed when Alex nabbed some of her fries for himself and she continued laughing at some private joke until they were safely out of the restaurant. The staff was so busy being so utterly disdainful, even about the crusty bill she'd left, that Lori was betting it would be a very long while before they realized the actual makeup of that crunchy brown stuff. Blood was ever so hard to wash out of clothes, harder yet to clean off of money.
"Well, is there anywhere you wish to go? I have nowhere to be for about an hour. I would suggest a walk in the park, but we have been there..."[/color]
"Anywhere but home." Lori stretched as they walked, enjoying the sunshine even if it was tainted with the slight chill of winter. She was in such a good mood that Lori even decided to help the poor guy out. "How about St Patrick's? It's not too far from here." Not that Lori was about to go confess her sins or anything, but she did enjoy the stained glass windows. "Unless you have a better idea. I don't have to be anywhere at any time."
Posted by brainstorm on Dec 14, 2008 1:51:38 GMT -6
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"How about St Patrick's? It's not too far from here." She paused, then added, "Unless you have a better idea. I don't have to be anywhere at any time."
"Nope, that sounds good to me. I've never actually been in the Cathedral, though I have drove past it." Alex smiled and fell into step beside Lori, letting her choose their path. He actually wasn't sure where the Cathedral sat in relation to the Park. He had never had to use the two as landmarks and hadn't paid much attention otherwise. The Cathedral was south... He shrugged to himself.
Not looking at Lori, he spoke. "I am not really religious myself. I'm more into 'Enlightenment by Scientific Knowledge' and all that. What about you?"
"I've never actually been in the Cathedral, though I have drove past it."[/color]
"Well, it's classic Gothic style. It has pointed arches, rib vaults, elaborate tracery, flying buttresses, the whole works. You won't be disappointed." Her art history sense was tingling. She could probably go on, but this was the point where most people lost interest and so she let it go and geeked out on her own. The building really wasn't far from the south west corner of the park, not too far from the Central Park Zoo actually. Lori pondered what she would do when her current entertainment left her. She could potentially go free the zoo animals... that could be fun.
Alex's voice brought Lori out of her daydreaming about free zoo animals munching on innocent joggers. "I am not really religious myself. I'm more into 'Enlightenment by Scientific Knowledge' and all that. What about you?"[/i]
Considering her previous train of thought, Lori did well not to burst out laughing. As it was, she smiled toothily. "Never really worried about it much. Being good doesn't really get you much. And being overtly bad? Well, the human law takes care of most of those..." She shrugged. "I'm not too worried."
They approached the looming stone building. It almost looked out of place next to all those shiny windows and taller buildings, but really it almost added to the charm. The cathedral was definitely something out of a previous time and seeing the ornate carving reflected back from the massive glass and steel structures had the effect of a reflecting pool.
Lori paused to check the mass times to make sure they weren't barging in on anything before ushering Alex inside.
Posted by brainstorm on Dec 15, 2008 21:48:15 GMT -6
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Alex nodded as Lori explained a bit about the Cathedral. He had only a general idea of what she was talking about. He had no clue what Gothic architechture was supposed to be. Weren't Goths people who dressed in black and worshiped the devil. Why would someone build a church after their style? HE didn't really get it, but walked on anyways.
"Never really worried about it much. Being good doesn't really get you much. And being overtly bad? Well, the human law takes care of most of those...I'm not too worried." Alex nodded. The world was a whole lot more gray than most Church's portrayed.
Alex almost stopped and stared at the building when they came in sight of it. It was much different to walk by the place than drive. It looked as if some mad king had decided to drop his castle right in the middle of the city. Alex half-expected a knight on horseback to come riding out of the doors.
Lori checked a sign for something, there were several times listed on the board, but she hurried Alex in before he got a good look at the sign. Alex glanced up at the arches that stretched over head, admiring the way the light sparkeld through the chandleirs.
"I must admit, the Lord's house trumps mine any day." Alex smiled as he stared up at the glass windows in the ceiling, then he turned his attention back to Lori.
"Do you come here often or...?" Alex had no clue what would come after the 'or', but it was too late to retract it.
"I must admit, the Lord's house trumps mine any day." Lori nodded realizing in that moment that she'd secretly thought of this building not as the Lord's house, but as the resident Cardinal's house. Either way, that about covered it. "Of course, anything trumps being homeless." If she ever moved out of the Sanctuary, about what would she complain?
Lori stepped out of the main aisle and navigated toward one of the many racks of candles in little yellowed glass cups. She shoved her hands in her pockets again as they walked to keep from running her fingers over the old stonework. Really, the computer screen displays and speakers that the church had added for functionality ruined the whole tenor of the building. The grandness wasn't lost, but the electric wiring was distracting. She much preferred the sculptures and stained glass.
She always felt like an interloping creep if she just wandered around the whole time so Lori had them take a seat near a large rack of candles. The candles always intrigued her, perhaps because she had no idea what their intended purpose was. Her family members were never practicing anythings unless you counted Box Springs Church of Sleeping in on Sundays. "Do you come here often or...?"
"Not too often. The Library is also pretty architecturally sexy and is way easier to understand." Lori rewarded him with a smile and a tease. "Why? You worried we'll never see each other again?"