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.
Got a plot in mind?
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Posted by leilaharte on Jan 10, 2009 14:31:48 GMT -6
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Leila smiled as he handed her a piece. She had noticed it was bigger then his, and she couldn't help but smile. "Thanks," she said, taking it and bitting a small bite out of it. It was good, Leila was one who loved cookies. She really did, but overall, baked goods were what she enjoyed. Especially her mother's blueberry Muffins. If only she was as good a cook as her mother had been. Yeah, it was true. Leila sucked at cooking. She could do the basic stuff, like eggs, Mac N' Cheese, Spagetti, but big meals like Turkeys, and anything that required a receipe, she was horrid at.
She nibbled a bit more at her cookie, when Slate asked if she'd like to go to the Beach. How ironic, she'd been thinking of the Beach for awhile, wondering what it would be like to be there with Sam, holding hands under the Moon, smelling the salty air, kissing... But she zoned back in the current time and away from her fantasy. Sam probably didn't like her all that much. Not enough to date her, anyway. That kiss the other day had probably been a one-time thing.
She looked at the clock, and then nodded. "That sounds good." she told him, hoping he hadn't noticed her 1- second day dream. "My legs are a bit numb from all the sitting. It would be nice to go take a walk or something." and with that, she motioned to grab his hand, but stopped mid-track. "Just friends, got it." she reminded herself aloud.
>> "That sounds good. My legs are a bit numb from all the sitting. It would be nice to go take a walk or something."
Her one second daydream did indeed go unnoticed. Particularly with the sudden distraction of a warm hand in his. Slate blinked; the hand was gone before he could do more than reflexively clasp back.
>> "Just friends, got it."
One corner of his mouth twitched up, as his baby blue eyes carried the amusement. "Indeed. Shall we go?"
Just friends or not, he still moved to hold the door for her as they used the bustle of the crowd to slip out. A pair of young adults ditching an orchestral performance at intermission: hardly unexpected, but still slightly less than classy.
The stairs down to the beach were stone; they had been carved into the cliff side itself, with a glistening stainless steel guiderail newly installed to prevent accidents and their unfortunate consequence: lawyers. There were smooth dips at the center of each step where feet had worn a path over the years. At the bottom, there was a small plank-wood walkway through the dune grass, down to the actual beach. The surf crashed loudly at this quiet hour. It was low tide. The newly risen moon glittered over the wet sand at each retreat of the waves, and cast dark shadows over the shells left behind. It was a more natural beach than most in New York and New Jersey: the Club House owned it, and did not allow beach combing trucks or casual swimmers. There was an outcropping of dark rocks further down to their lefts; idly, he wondered if there was the possibility of a tide pool.
As they hit the sand, he paused to remove his shoes and socks, and place them neatly next to the end of the wooden walkway. The white sand felt cold and entirely wonderful between his toes. There was nothing quite like sand on a cool night.
"I believe," he said simply, "that I can understand your choice in majors.
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 14, 2009 6:20:08 GMT -6
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Leila smiled as a gust of cool air brushed against her face, making her shiver slightly. Slate kept the door open for her as she walked out, truly taking in the wonderful beach. It was the best beach she had seen since arriving in New York actually, but sure, she had expected Beaches to be limited, and the ones she did find, she knew they'd be... Plain, unappealing. "Thank you." she added, a second after she'd steped outside.
The walk to the beach wasn't long, she took in every second of it, noticing the steps, the landscaping. She even took in the way Slate's footsteps sounded behind her. It was a different sound then what her High-Heeled boots made. Finally she hit the bottom step and then the wooden boardwalk. She watched as Slate did the same, and then as he took off his shoes, she kicked off her own and then headed off slowly towards the water's edge. She knew she wouldn't be able to touch it, unless she wanted to end up a full grown slimy Dolphin.
"You do huh?" she said in a lower tone, trying to keep the peaceful silence present. "The Ocean is a wonderful thing, and I really want to discover more... Things I couldn't in a book or on the internet." she turned around to face him fully, taking a few steps to close most of the distance between them. She was still about a foot away, enough so it wouldn't look too romantic. Two people on a moonlight beach, close to each other, talking in silence? Definately romantic.
The blonde woman went directly towards the waterfront, pausing only to remove her shoes in an action that mirrored his own. They were of a similar mind on the subject of bare feet then, it seemed. That made precisely one thing they had in common, outside of sheer insipid stubbornness. He followed at a slower pace, enjoying the feel of the small grains as they shifted under his weight. Walking on the beach was an altogether different experience than walking on normal ground: every grain of sand was solid, and yet he would not call this 'solid ground'.
>> "You do huh? The Ocean is a wonderful thing, and I really want to discover more... Things I couldn't in a book or on the internet."
"There are things that cannot be learned in books?" He asked, blinking baby blue eyes at her. It was hard to tell whether he was truly that naive, or simply joking.
She turned towards him, and walked closer: almost too close. A foot's distance remained between them. It did not seem like quite enough. Not for a young woman who day dreamed about other men while on a date with him, or stole kisses in a literal sense.
A wave broke against the shore, and rolled upwards. Slate knelt down, and rolled up the cuffs of his dress pants to just below the knees. As the wave receded he padded after it, his footprints pooling with water that quickly disappeared back under the surface. The next wave crashed, its clear, foam-topped water racing up his ankles. Slate stood completely still for a moment. Then, with no particular sense of hurry or slowness, he walked back to where Leila stood, carefully placing his feet several inches from the tide line.
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 14, 2009 10:00:21 GMT -6
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Leila laughed slightly. "There are alot of things you cannot learn in books." she said in a dreamy, matter-of-fact tone. "Like love for example. You don't know how that feeling actually feels unless you live it, you know?" she paused for a moment, gazing upwards at the stars starting to appear. "Did you ever fall in love Slate?" she asked, turning her head slightly away from him to hide her small blush. They had just declared they'd only be friends, and here she was, talking about love.
She noticed his uneasiness as she positioned herself close to him. She watched as he edged towards the Ocean, then back again. "When I'm in my Dolphin shape, cold water doesn't really apply to me." she pointed out, "even when I'm Human, if it's salt water, I won't have the time to actually feel the cold, I'll be a Dolphin instantly." she added. wondering what it would be like to simply walk ankle deep in the water.
She felt peaceful as she thought of how this date could of turned out if she hadn't been so dreamy. Maybe the two could of been holding hands, walking along here, talking about their couch pillow and how to settle who would own it. She knew she'd probably end up victorious, but just in case, they,d need to figure something out. She really didn't feel like sharing, not if they would only be friends. "So, do you have any idea what we could do to settle our Pillow argument? I really want to know who'll end up owning it." she smirked at him, letting out a soft giggle as she twirled around. She sighed, "This is so beautiful. I love this place."
>> "There are a lot of things you cannot learn in books. Like love for example. You don't know how that feeling actually feels unless you live it, you know? Did you ever fall in love Slate?"
Slate tilted his head. For a woman her age, it was not unexpected that she would be concerned with love. Many members of the prior generation had been married by her age, or having children; depending upon her family structure, she could perhaps be feeling the tickings of her biological clock already. The genetic material that formed her eggs were at their prime; it was a state that would only last for perhaps another decade and a half.
Socially speaking, however, the statistics for those who 'fell in love' at her age maintaining a loving relationship into old age were appalling. They were even worse for someone of his age. "No," he said simply, "I do not think I have experienced that type of love before. I cannot say I am in a rush to, either. By all accounts..." He gave a small shrug, as he rubbed one of his wet feet against the other to try and build back up the warmth in them. "...love is something that makes its own matches. Forcing it, or presuming its presence 'at first sight', as it were... seems somewhat contradictory to its nature."
She had blushed as she asked that question; he wondered why.
>> "When I'm in my Dolphin shape, cold water doesn't really apply to me. Even when I'm Human, if it's salt water, I won't have the time to actually feel the cold, I'll be a Dolphin instantly."
Slate tilted his head at her, curious. Suffice it to say that he had much experience with shifters. They all seemed to function in such very different ways, however. Ted had required pain, and then had trouble controlling his beast form; Emerald somehow managed to retain her clothing; Kaz, unfortunately, did not; and Calley was... Calley. It was fascinating how such fundamentally similar mutations could manifest in such very different ways. "Curious," he answered her, simply.
>> "So, do you have any idea what we could do to settle our Pillow argument? I really want to know who'll end up owning it."
She giggled, and twirled: by the time she faced him again, there was a somewhat fiendish glint to his eyes. "I was not aware that the argument required settling," he answered, in a composed deadpan. "I won, after all." As with love, it was best not to delude oneself on this issue.
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 17, 2009 8:19:45 GMT -6
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Leila nodded, she should of had figured Slate had never loved someone. She remembered him saying on their couch, that he had never dated anyone before. She had dated many guys though, but they had never been the right ones, and some, she just hadn't had the time to get to know them better. Some relationships only lasted a few weeks. Although hse liked Sam and felt a connection between them, was there ever going to be true love? She didn't think so, it was just too good to be true, just like all the other stupid guys she'd dated in the past.
She listened to him speaking with a smile. "Yeah, I know what you mean by that. I don't think Iv'e ever been in love either. But sometimes, it was pretty damn close." she shifted her weight slightly, feeling the closenes, not physically, but emotionally. She knew they'd be good friends, and maybe... Maybe they'd fall in love in a few years? You know, that best friend romance she had seen in plenty movies? She mentally slapped herself for even thinking that. They would take it slow, no talk of dating. No thoughts of dating either.
Leila stared at his thoughtful expression. Apart from a quick explaination of her abilities to Raina while joining the Mansion, she had never actually went in so many details before. Then his answer made her laugh softly. "Yeah, you could say that. I would just say kind of scary. This whole other world I didn't know about... All these people who are like me... It's scary, but it's amazing." she said.
"You did not!" she said stubbornly. "I should of been the one to win." she bit her lip, looking at him with amusement. Back to the Couch Pillow, that was really their tightest bond. A couch pillow... How random. "But yes, we do need to find a settlement. How about Coin tossing? Or this Rock-Paper-Sissor Game. THat always works." ah yes, her competitive side was coming out. "Or, if you play basketball... One-on-one."
>> "Yeah, you could say that. I would just say kind of scary. This whole other world I didn't know about... All these people who are like me... It's scary, but it's amazing."
Slate nodded, a small sign of agreement, and perhaps of sympathetic understanding. "The mutant world... is, perhaps, like the normal world, except upon some manner of illicit drug." He looked towards the sea while he spoke, a small frown tugging down at one corner of his mouth. "All of the same petty hatreds and games exist, but they are played on an amplified scale. There is such potential for order in the use of our abilities, yet most seem content to merely live in a manner no qualitatively different than humans, except with a spar now and then. It is... disappointing." He tilted his head, his gaze shifting back her way. "What do you make of it? What is your stance on humans and mutants, and how we should use these abilities we have?"
>> "You did not! I should of been the one to win. ..But yes, we do need to find a settlement. How about Coin tossing? Or this Rock-Paper-Scissor Game. That always works. Or, if you play basketball... One-on-one."
It was good that this seemed to amuse her, since he was clearly the one who had won. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "A game of chance seems inappropriate for such a serious issue as this, yet I fear I do not know how to play basketball. Perhaps you could teach me; then we can decide matters, once I have learned."
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 18, 2009 8:15:41 GMT -6
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Leila nodded, though she did not quite agree with everything Slate said this time. For a few days now, she'd been starting to see that Mutants should be higher up then Humans, that they needed to be heard. She knew about the Camps, somehow she had heard about it... But she did not remember quite when or where. Or who had said it for that matter. "I think Mutants shouldn't be treated like Scum. I heard a lot of Humans hurt and even kills our kind, just because we are different, because they feel we are dangerous. Well, I know a lot of us aren't dangerous, but what they've been doing in the past few years, doesn't that mean something? Humans aren't to be trusted..." she trailed off now, realizing she'd been blabbing away like crazy.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to... Talk like that." she frowned, looking down at the sand covering her bare feet. Was she really like the Order? Should she go with them, like a part of her mind had been planning for a while. She could hear her Concious now, ""No, don't go! It's not right. You couild get yourself in sooo much trouble!" the Angel was saying, and ""Yes, yes! The Humans need to know where they stand exactly! They need to be treated the same way we have been treated all these years! Like scum! Like animals!" the Devil said, and quite surpriingly, she was going with the Devil this time.
Leila laughed, "Yeah sure. I'll teach you, but don't expect me to teach you everything I know. I still want a chance at the Couch." she smiled up at him, forgetting all about the Order for one night. She could hear the silence now, no more music was playing inside. "Do you think it's over?" she asked him, wondering if they had been out here this long.
Slate listened to her opinions with quiet respect, nodding the slightest fraction now and then to show that he was, indeed, listening. While it seemed like she had managed to escape direct persecution herself--not entirely a surprise, given that her mutation was one of those fortunate ones, like his own, that could be hidden--she had clearly been speaking with those who had been affected by the hatred and disorder in this world.
Yet there was something subtly wrong with her words, from his own experiences. They were only one page in the story. There was the slightest of creases between his eyebrows as he attempted to tell her the rest of this Grimm's tale.
"It is not just humans," he began. "It is undeniably true that many humans are afraid of us, or hate us; they have done terrible things against us. The worst abuses of mutantkind I have seen, however," he continued, in the same level tone, "have come from our own kind. We persecute each other. We divide ourselves into factions, and squabble like territorial dogs over things of little use or consequence. That is what I mean when I say our kind does not choose to act differently than the humans--we engage in the same inane activities of hatred and disorder, even though we are only hurting our own. I know of mutants beaten, caged, tortured, experimented upon, and killed by other mutants, in ways just as terrible--if not more so--than what the humans have done. I fear I do not share the general X-Men view that humans and mutants are the same species; I further fear that I do believe we are superior to humans, in the physical sense. Mentally, however..." He shook his head; a tight gesture, of frustration and disgust. "We are their children, and it shows. We could do so much more. We could be so much more, and yet we choose to be..." He gave a simple shrug; "this. Humans with super powers. That is what we choose to be, when we could be redefining the world itself."
To the lighter thread in their conversation, his shoulders relaxed again. "Hmm. Do I sense a dirty player?" One dark eyebrow arched itself upwards at her, almost playfully.
He turned his head up to the Club House, perched high above the cliff like a lighthouse, or a music box. Indeed, the strings of music had stopped their descent. He blinked in surprise. "Intriguing," he said, simply. "I suppose time is a relative concept, when one is engaged in conversation." And, contrary to his fears at the distracted beginning to the night, the conversation had indeed begun to be engaging.
Posted by leilaharte on Jan 18, 2009 13:30:15 GMT -6
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Leila actually hesitated for a moment, maybe the Humans weren't all that bad. Maybe some Mutants were just as worse, maybe those Mutants were the ones she was thinking of teaming up with. Did the Order Members really slaughter as much Mutants as the Humans? "You have a point," she said, "I guess we can be just as bad. It's just like Animals, fighting for their territory. That's how I see it." she sighed, not exactly wanting to go any further on the subject. It probably seemed obvious to him she was thinking of heading out to be in the Order, she shouldn't of even mentioned anything.
Humans with Super Powers. Yes, Leila saw that too. The conversation seemed to draw to an end now, but Leila really didn't mind. "I tend to be a bit competitive." she smiled at him, "But Dirty? I wouldn't say that... I just don't like when I don't get my way." she lifted her chin up a little, "I'm nearly as Stubborn as you are Slate." she laughed softly. She listened to the silence for a few seconds, enjoying it slightly. The time had past rather quickly, Slate was an amazing person to talk too and she liked him. She knew they'd end up good friends, maybe even if she told him, down the road, that she wanted to be in the Order. That was something she was sure Sam would be against. Sam...
"Yeah, you really know how to keep a woman interested." she gtinned, "You know, I think if we leave right now, we'll be just in time to miss the rush of people. I saw a Basketball Court at the Mansion... Maybe I could give you your first lesson tonight?" she smiled at him, hoping he hadn't taken this as an excuse to stop talking, because quite frankly, she had the best date ever. Seriously.
>> "You have a point. I guess we can be just as bad. It's just like Animals, fighting for their territory. That's how I see it."
Slate nodded his agreement. It was a distasteful idea, but entirely true. The X-Men and Order fought over New York City like two competing packs of wild dogs. Their fight was about as meaningful as such, as well. Less: the wild dogs probably would have been fighting to survive. The X's and O's were fighting merely to fight. To show each other, with unnecessary violence, that they were in disagreement. It was nothing a civil conversation could not have accomplished, and the conversation could have lead to something much more.
>> "I tend to be a bit competitive. But dirty? I wouldn't say that... I just don't like when I don't get my way. I'm nearly as stubborn as you are Slate."
To her grin and head tilt, he smirked quietly back with a glint of baby blue eyes. " 'Nearly'," he parroted, "being the key word."
>> "Yeah, you really know how to keep a woman interested. You know, I think if we leave right now, we'll be just in time to miss the rush of people. I saw a Basketball Court at the Mansion... Maybe I could give you your first lesson tonight?"
"I fear I must take a rain check on the lesson for tonight," Slate said simply. He and Calley had managed to book the Training Room for tomorrow, but the time was obscenely early in the morning. It was best to not go into power training sleep deprived. "Another day, though." He flashed a grin. "This is a serious matter, after all. It cannot be left undecided."
Slowly, they made their way off of the beach and back to the car. Naturally he held her car door open for her, and shut it lightly after she had slipped inside. Friends could have gentlemanly manners, too.
((ooc: Tell me if I need to mod anything there, like if you'd like to get in another post or two. Otherwise, continued soon! I'll link the basketball thread to here. )