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.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 25, 2007 10:57:35 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
“This next task will require you to be very careful and for you and me to be standing well back. Ok, the container with the red circle on it is acetone peroxide...."
Acetone what?? Iris winced and covered her nose. So that's where that smell was coming from....
".....a liquid which will explode when it impacts on something."
She shot him a sideways glance, one eyebrow raised.
"What I want you to do is carefully take the acetone peroxide and blow a hole in that box with it.”
She nodded. Holding her breath, she leaned in for a closer look at the awful-smelling fluid. It appeared to be rather thin as well. She frowned slightly, and looked a the box thoughtfully for a moment. Manipulating the stuff would be fairly simply, but she didn't relish a huge explosion, so she figured she'd better concentrate on this one a bit harder.
Narrowing her eyes, she focused on the correct beaker. A silver dollar-sized blob of the peroxide carefully floated up and out of the flask, and floated over to the podium. It hovered there for a moment, while she decided which side of the box to drop it on. Dropping it on the top would probably be the safest; the explosion would be aimed upward, and most likely away from them. If she touched the sides, the results would be unpredictable. The blast, and whatever was in the box, could be aimed at them and the box away, or visa versa.
But the competative streak was surfacing a bit, and she wanted to show how much control she had. So she went for a compromise.
The bubble of liquid shifted positions slightly, and she drop her manipulation. It landed on the top corner of the box, on the side away from them.
Instinctively she ducked, not sure how much of an explosion there would be with such a small amount of the detonator.
As the small blob impacted it gave off a loud explosion, but when the dust settled little damage had been done to the box. It had been dented by the blast, but was still intact.
“Try again,” Hunter urged, “Same spot, but about ten times the amount.” That should be more than enough to blow it open, but he was keen to see if she could keep the delicate control that the liquid bomb needed.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 25, 2007 15:46:31 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
Iris let out a partially relieved-partially irritated sigh. Okay, so that wasn't so bad after all, other than the fact that the box was still intact, for the most part.
“Try again. Same spot, but about ten times the amount.”
"Ten? I can do that..." She nodded, and a moment later the correct amount of liquid explosive made its way up and out of the flask, careful not to touch the sides. It relocated to the same area, just above the corner of the box, and dropped. She was careful to aim, and hit the exact same area this time.
The explosion was significantly larger and louder this time, which made her jump backwards in surprise. She tripped over her own feet, and flailed her arms momentarily to keep her balance.
A somewhat silly grin planted itself on her face. "What was the name of that stuff again? I can think of a few pranks to repay with it."
The hole that Paragon made in the box was plenty big enough for what was in it to get out. Out rolled what looked like a box with caterpillar tracks. It began to trundle its way towards them. “I would advise against playing with it,” Hunter warned in response to her question, “You could do some serious damage.”
“Now for your final test. That thing coming towards us is essentially a mobile bomb. You need to stop it. For that we have the third container, sticky tar. You need to use that to gum up the machine so it can no longer move. I suggest you do that before it reaches us,” he advised with a nonchalant smile. It wasn’t really a bomb, and would just have a flag that said BOOM come out the top if it reached them, but Paragon didn’t need to know that.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 25, 2007 16:51:37 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
“I would advise against playing with it. You could do some serious damage.”
"That was the idea." Her tone was definitely mischievous. But she didn't press the issue, instead turning to the next problem.
At least, she supposed it was a problem. The mini tank-looking contraption hardly looked dangerous to her.
“Now for your final test. That thing coming towards us is essentially a mobile bomb." She blinked, and her smile disappeared. She looked at him blankly.
You need to stop it."
<"Duh.."> She bit back the urge to say that out loud.
"For that we have the third container, sticky tar." This time she frowned. "You need to use that to gum up the machine so it can no longer move. I suggest you do that before it reaches us.”
"No kidding..." She couldn't resist that time, muttering under her breath.
She glanced at the container, still frowning. <"It had to be tar. Couldn't be glue, or flour paste..."> Tar was thick, and very, very, very tough to manipulate. She concentrated, hard. The liquid began to bubble as she attempted to pull it toward her. She held out her hand, trying to get a grip, but she had trouble 'feeling' it. The tar was dense, and heavy. It felt as if she were trying to lift a barrel of sloshing water without her power; the tar kept slipping in and out of her grasp.
She spared a glance at the trundlebug bomb. <"That things too close for comfort."> She moved to the far side of the beaker table, to put some distance between the mobile bomb and her while she worked.
It changed directions and turned toward her, speeding up slightly. She frowned at Hunter.
"You didn't say it was smart..." she accused.
With the urgency of the situation now clear, Iris turned all of her focus onto the tar. She held her hand over the flask, willing the tar to come to her. Slowly, it made its way up and out of the bottle. She managed to get two-thirds of the goo into the air, where it floated messily, almost like an ink stain. She held out her other hand, her face contorted in intense concentration.
The trundle bomb was only a few feet away by that time. Instinctively she retreated. The tar glob wobbled as it followed, slowly. The little explosive device speed up and turned to follow her again. Iris bit her lip.
The tar wobbled, and dropped nearly a foot in the air as her focus faltered. She inhaled sharply, and jerked forward to save it from falling. The action put her less than a foot away from the rolling bomb. She faltered again, and the tar again dropped.
"No!" She reached forward again, and nearly stepped on the explosive. Her reflexes took over immediately, and she dropped her shallow grip on the tar. She ducked for cover, expecting something along the lines of the earlier explosion, maybe even louder, possibly with bits of metal flying.
Instead, there was silence. Warily, she lifted her head and looked around. The glob of tar had landed on the ground, gumming up the back of the bomb's treads. And the device was still in one piece, not multiple fragments. And there was something sticking out of the top of the box.....
Iris narrowed her eyes and slowly turned to stare at Hunter. If looks could kill, there would have been a new pile of ash nearby.....
Hunter just grinned back at Paragon. “You didn’t really think I’d send a bomb after you did you?” he asked, still grinning. From what he had seen the viscosity of a liquid determined how easily she could manipulate it. The less viscous the liquid, the easier it was to manipulate.
“Ok, that wraps up training for today.” He headed for the danger room exit, calling to Paragon over his shoulder as he went, “You still owe me dinner. Don’t think I’ve forgotten our little contest.” He grinned again. this should be entertaining, as from the sounds of it cooking was not Paragon’s forte.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 25, 2007 17:38:36 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
“You didn’t really think I’d send a bomb after you did you?”
Iris merely grunted, and crossed her arms.
“Ok, that wraps up training for today. You still owe me dinner. Don’t think I’ve forgotten our little contest.”
"Huh? Wha-wait a second!" She jumped to her feet and ran after him. "Now?? But we just ate!" Her hair washed back to blonde as she followed him out the door and into the hallway.
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The lack of people in the Mansion didn't really register with Iris until later that evening, as her attention was more focused on attempting not to set the kitchen on fire.
Cooking was not exactly something she enjoyed. For that matter, it wasn't something she was good at either. This was evidenced by the fact that, while a simple -- that was a relative term, she'd discovered -- pan of lasagna was cooking, hopefully correctly, in the oven....
.... the kitchen was a mess. Broken bits of noodle littered the counter in between splotches of ricotta cheese. A tomato sauce-stained towel lay on the counter next to an empty package that had once contained hamburger. The contents of a half-open bag of shredded mozzarella was also there, as well as on the floor.
With a frustrated-slash-irritated sigh, she picked up the trashcan and began sweeping things off of the counter into it. She muttered grumpily under her breath, most if it directed toward Hunter. Though, once the grumbles eventually ceased, a thoughtful look passed over her face.
Something about this whole situation just seemed.... familiar.....
Hunter had left Paragon to her own devices in the kitchen. Although they had eaten not long ago he figured it might take her a while to cook dinner. He wasn’t wrong. Poking his head round to door he saw the mess that was the kitchen. Seemed she’d had some difficulty with the cooking.
“Dinner put up a fight?” he asked, trying to keep a straight face as he entered the room, but the faint hint of a smile played about the corner of his lips. Winding his way around the scattered remnants of Paragon’s attempt at cooking he made his way to the over and looked through the door. “Well, at least you won,” he said, his face splitting into a grin.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 25, 2007 18:34:18 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
“Dinner put up a fight?”
As if it was becoming a habit, Iris nearly jumped out of her skin when Hunter spoke up. At least this time she managed to keep hold of the trash can, rather than spilling it on the floor.
"Don't do that!" she exclaimed grumpily. "Do you walk on air, or something? I swear I never hear you coming.... You're like a vampire, or something." She shook her head and turned back around.
“Well, at least you won.”
She looked over her shoulder, stuck her tongue out and threw the rag at him. Not viciously so, but at least hoping to hit him in the face.
When he turned and smiled at her, she suddenly found a very odd sensation washing over her again. He was very kind and understanding. And patient. She was growing very comfortable around him. And he was handsome. But.... something about his gaze sent an unpleasant chill through her. The only thing she could attribute it to was the color of his eyes; they were way too close to those in her nightmares.
Again she turned back to her cleaning, setting the trash down and reaching for a broom.
"Don't say that until you taste it," she said in response to his comment. She smiled, attempting to cover her unease. "You may not think so afterwards."
Half an hour later she set the lasagna pan on the table. She stared at it as if it were an alien. It actually didn't look half-bad, though one corner appeared a bit browner than it should have been. And it smelled all right. She reached for a knife and a couple of plates, then cut two large squares out of the pan.
She looked at it. The layers were all there, though the cheese seemed to have melted into a glob. She poked at it, as if she was expecting it to come alive, or something. She sniffed it, for a reason she couldn't actually put to words.
And then she glanced up at Hunter. Her expression said, 'You first....'
Hunter ducked the rag as she threw it at him, still grinning at her. “If I clumped around everywhere like some big oaf then I wouldn’t get to see you jump every time I say hello.”
Holding up the lasagne it eye level he turned it around slowly, as if inspecting it from all sides. Finaly he stuck his fork into it and took a bite. He chewed it slowly, looking up as if contemplating the taste. Swallowing he returned his gaze to Paragon.
“That was, quite simply,” he began seriously, but suddenly shifted to a lighter tone, “a fantastic piece of lasagne.” Ginning he eat another mouthful. Despite all of the gourmet cuisine that he had sampled over the centuries, this simple dish made by his daughter topped them all.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 26, 2007 6:49:43 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
Iris rolled her eyes slightly at his display, but allowed herself to smile. She wasn't sure she agreed with him, but at least it didn't crunch. Much...
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Later that night Iris lay in bed, thoughtfully sritching Ebony's ears and chin; the Siamese had curled up by her head, and was purring loudly in her ear. Something was bothering her, tugging at the back of her mind. It had to do with the students in th Mansion, but she couldn't quite nudge it out. She figured they'd been given instructions to avoid her, for the time being, thus the field trip. Still, something just seemed.... off....
She glanced over at her nightstand where her cellphone lay. The phone had charged, but Crystal program remained 'unavailable'. It would figure that after that last yelling spree the hologram didn't want to talk to her either.
Iris sighed, and closed her eyes.
<"I guess I wouldn't want to talk to me either.... Not yet....">
She continued to stroke Ebony, allowing the rumble to lull her mind faded into sleep, and her hand fell still.
After eating dinner with Paragon he bid her good night and retreated form the replica mansion back into the lab itself. In the corridors he was met by Dr Ingram. That alone was a curious sight, as the doctor almost never left his laboratory, but that fact that he had came over to speak to Hunter he knew that this was something out of the ordinary. Usually the doctor would send a message if he made any discovery. The fact he was willing to come himself meant that Hunter probably wasn’t going to like the idea.
“Hunter,” the man called as he came to a halt in front of the immortal, “I have something that may well interest you, it’s to do with your daughter.”
“Then I’m not interested,” Hunter answered quickly before the doctor could continue, and set off down the corridor. The doctor however was not so easily put off and followed him.
“I have another gem for her,” he said.
Hunter stopped mid step. James had another gem. What mutant had he used to create it? Hunter hadn’t given the doctor any live subjects to utilise, had he managed to do it purely from blood samples?
The doctor seemed to take Hunter’s silence as a sign to continue. “This one is different from all the others. Instead of giving her another power to use individually this one allows her to access all the powers stored in the other gems simultaneously.”
All of them at once? While the power Paragon would have would be most astounding, that wasn’t his main concern. “All the powers and all the flaws,” Hunter said coldly, “I will not put her through that.” He began to walk away again.
“You wont have to,” countered the doctor, “The gem also maintains her natural state of mind by counteracting the negative effects of the other gems. Not only will she have access to all her powers, but she will have none of the side effects.”
Now Hunter knew why James had come in person. This was truly remarkable, and could be a great asset to Paragon, if he was right. But the good doctor was always right. The question now was how to give Paragon the gem? He could toss aside the charade now, explain it all to her and offer her the gem, but he doubted that she would be in the right frame of mind to listen to him.
That left the alternative, implant the gem while she slept. He could explain it away as a secondary mutation, something common to a lot of mutants and which they achieved from prolonged use of their powers. Hunter suspected that his mesmerising ability was a second mutation, but it was far too late to confirm that. While he would be violating her right to chose, the gem would offer her a safe method of utilising her abilities. He’d failed to help her last time by not checking that his orders had been obeyed and the gems were removed. Maybe this could help make up for that, by making her mutation safer and easier to control, just like she wanted.
Hunter turned to face Dr Ingram, who had been waiting patiently while Hunter had mulled the idea over in his mind. “Are you sure this gem will not affect her mind?”
“Positive,” the doctor assured him, “I have run multiple tests, all of which indicate that her brain chemistry will remain unaltered.”
“Very well,” Hunter conceded, “how soon can you be ready to implant the gem?”
“Immediately.”
“Then we’ll do it tonight,” James visibly brightened at the statement, “I’ll bring Paragon to the operation room, and I will be present for the operation.”
Nodding his agreement Dr Ingram went off to set up the operating theatre. Hunter haeded in the opposite direction to the master control room for the replica mansion. From here everything was controlled, the holographic images out the window, the danger room protocols, and several devices that were not present in the actual mansion. Tapping the control her released knock out gas into Paragon’s room.
While she was already asleep, he didn’t want to wake her when he moved her to the operating room. Leaving the gas pumping to ensure that the cat was out as well he entered the replica mansion. Making his way to Paragon’s room he opened the door and the smell of the gas was immediately detected. His enhanced immune system broke down the gas that entered his system before it had a chance to affect him, so he walked calmly across the room.
Standing next to Paragon’s bed looking down at her he paused. Was he making the right decision? What had seemed relatively clear cut out in the corridor with Dr Ingram was suddenly cast into doubt now that he was looking at her. He stood there for a long time, deliberating the decision in his mind. Finally he picked her up and headed towards the operating room. He still wasn’t entirely sure that this was the right choice, but he was doing what he thought was best. Whether he’d chosen correctly or not would soon be revealed.
Arriving at the operating room Hunter lay his daughter gently on the table. Rolling her slowly, so she was face down with her head in the hole in the table he went and scrubbed up, so that he would not risk Paragon. Taking a seat he held her hand in his as Dr Ingram went to work. The gem he had devised was crystal clear, like diamond.
By the time they had finished the procedure it was almost morning. James nodded he was done, and Hunter rose, removing the surgical mask and gown. Picking up his daughter in his arms he returned her to her room. Placing her back in her bed he tucked her in, pulling the covers up tight. Before leaving his lightly kissed her forehead, and then silently shut the door.
Returning to the master control room he set it so that a continual light stream of knock out gas would be pumped into Paragon’s room, allowing her to sleep off the operation. He would check back tomorrow and find out the fruits of his labour. Gazing at the image of Paragon’s sleeping form on the monitors one last time he then turned and left, shutting the door behind him.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 26, 2007 17:43:46 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
It is a very rare occurrence in life when plans succeed in every aspect intended by their planner. Had the charade first continued on for another week, or even just a few more days, perhaps the operation would have been one of those rarities. However, one tiny detail had been either overlooked, or dismissed as unimportant, one detail whose result would not be uncovered until it was too late.
Minute bits of Haywire’s DNA still remained in Iris’s system. The bits were too small to affect her in any discernable way, and within the space of the week, would have been destroyed naturally by her immunities. As her body attempted to assimilate the new intrusion into her body, those bits of DNA mingled along with the rest of the cells in her body. As the clear gem was accepted and absorbed, so were the foreign cells, and their effect....
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Iris woke in stages, the first manifesting as a fog that covered her mind. She couldn’t see clearly, and sound was garbled, as if she were under water. Eventually her ears seemed to clear a bit, at least to where she could make out Ebony’s concerned mewls. The siamese was rubbing her soft face against Iris’s cheek. She reached up to reassure the lithe feline, but her arms were heavy. In fact, her whole body felt like a lead weight. She opened her eyes, but the lights of the room were too bright to keep them open. Groggily she rolled over in her bed.
Her head protested, violently, and spots danced before her eyes. The headache was excruciating, and threatened to overwhelm her if she didn’t respond quickly. She got shakily to her feet, and realized that her head was the least of her problems. She drug herself to her feet and made it to the bathroom, just in time to redecorate the inside of the commode.
She groaned, remaining on the floor. It wasn’t the first time a migraine had woken her, but it had been a while since she’d had one so severe. Maybe she was coming down with a flu or something. With all of the recent stress in her life, it was highly possible. And she ached all over, as if she did have the flu.
Actually, that wasn’t completely true. She didn’t ache all over. Mainly her back hurt. Especially toward the middle. She reached back to gingerly touch the jewels embedded in her back.
She snorted. It would figure that she’d somehow get an infection near the four gems.....
Wait....
She blinked. Her eyes widened. She twisted, reaching back with the other hand to other stones scattered about her back; near the shoulder, lower back, and in the center.
Her headache was quickly shoved to the back of her frantic mind. She scrambled to her feet, pulling herself up by the sink. She stripped her shirt off, and twisted to look in the mirror. Her eyes widened further. There, just below her bra strap, between the Onyx and the Gypsum and above the Opal, in the bull’s eye of the target pattern on her back, sparkled a sixth stone, clear as a diamond, and glittering fiercely under the light.
Iris’s breath became shallow and rapid as the walls seemed to close in on her. She backed away from the mirror as if it were a snake reaching out to bite her. She kept shaking her head, trying in vain to deny her eyes.
”No... no.... no... nonono.... Nooo...NOOOO!!!” Her mutterings escalated, climaxing in a horrified scream as she backed into the wall. The six stones made an awful grating sound as she slid down to the floor, crying hysterically.
Hunter had been watching on the monitors to see Paragon’s reaction. When she went into the bathroom he could only hear her, as he’d ordered no cameras to be placed there. What he heard had him up and moving faster than anything a human could come close to. Reaching her door he paused for a fraction of a second to compose himself before knocking.
“Iris?” he called through the wood, “What’s wrong? Can I come in?” He had thought that she would be shocked at seeing the sixth gem, but not so distraught. All he wanted to do right now was to go in there and comfort his daughter. It was made all the worse as he knew it had been his choice to do this.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Sept 26, 2007 18:11:53 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
Iris didn't even hear him. She was having a full-blow panic attack, and couldn't hear anything but her own weeping. Her heart threatened to burst from her chest.
How could this possibly happen? Why?? Wasn't she cursed enough already? She was already on the verge of a nervous breakdown knowing the damage and danger she had caused once already. This new development threatened to push her over the edge.
<"It's another nightmare! It HAS to be another nightmare! This CAN'T be REAL!!">
She covered her ears and clenched her eyes shut, as if the gestures could somehow erase what she'd seen in the mirror. Frantic cries continued to flood from her throat.