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?
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 faustomartense on Sept 2, 2009 1:15:38 GMT -6
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Silence announced the early surrender of Katrina. Soon she should leave her bunker peacefully to avoid a major conflict or a injure to any civilian by the terrifying pillow, well know instrument of torture used in so many occasions. If she surrender and go out would receive a flurry of pillows of epic proportions . the kid stupidly hoped it .But she did not give up. A bright smile ruled the boy's face while he prepared to continue this war without victims but filled with fun . If real wars could resolved the same way her dream would be a reality. a peaceful world without war.
As she pronounced her sentence as a heroic warrior she quickly left her place under the bed, Fausto did not expect her to do it as quickly so her reaction catch him off guard. She charge as samurai would do running toward the enemy with a katana shouting Banzai! or with a little more imagination she could have made him remember the battles between knights on horses with spears and shields. The child received a couple of hits but he did not care, he was having fun and paid no attention to the blows, he was more concerned about counter-attack, in other circumstances he would have been angry because he was losing but he was having so much fun to care about it . The words were forbidden, each new blow seemed to communicate without words that both had missed a lot the company of the other, also the games and chats. After achieving to block some pillowblows he did the sames frenzy attacks and shot her randomly blows as if it were a sword.
Kenzie's eyes flitted from pillow to pillow while the children played, she still was sitting in the bed trying to find the right moment to snatch the trophy of one of the two children at some small moment of distraction, Fausto was showing his back toward her was the most likely to lose his weapon but Kenzie could not decide when she should throw her attack , she must do it at the right time ... When one of the swings of Fausto ended the priceless artifact in his hands rested in a slight downward tilt for a few seconds, long enough for Kenzie to jump and bite the pillow. Fausto quickly turned around to try to get the pillow back . both pulled to their sides . Big mistake. He showed his back to the enemy.
A flurry of fluff from Fausto followed the ferocious foray on the part of the fourteen-year-old illusionist. Pillows were everywhere all at the same time, so she could not even keep track of her own. Kenzie barked once, encouraging them on. The mattress shifted back and forth under their shifting weight, but no one fell off... yet.
MacKenzie showed her true colors by grabbing Fausto's pillow right out of his hand. This game was fun, and she wanted to play too. She shook her pillow and wagged her tail to taunt the boy she'd stolen it from, then she leaped off the bed and dashed to the opposite side of the room. Katrina sensed her opportunity at the distraction and gave her pillow a mighty swing.
It was perhaps too mighty of a swing. She swung the pillow so hard that it nearly flew out of her grip, and when she slipped on one of her own blankets, lost her balance, and tumbled right off the bed onto a soft and squishy pile of laundry.
“Oops,” she laughed at herself. She wasn't hurt at all, just a bit dizzy from her unexpected somersault.
Posted by faustomartense on Sept 3, 2009 13:20:09 GMT -6
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A sixth sense, intuition or the fact that he had committed a big mistake on the battlefield made him turn around to face her. she was accurate and he have not enough time to avoid it. The mass of the pillow was compressed tightly against his face before it shattered in a beautiful shower of white feathers. Not even Cielle forcing the concentration of others through her Charm could have made a situation so beautiful as that . Feathers slowly descended to the ground, they were like huge snowflakes. Fausto stood in the eye of the hurricane of feathers with a childlike smile watching the curious spectacle.
While feathers swayed slowly the child approached to her to help, Kenzie barked at the feathers trying to catch the ones that still floated around hanged on nothing but air. Using all his courage he bowed to her offering his hand as the gentleman he should have under the skin . ¨ I guess you win this time. ¨ He winked trying to charm her with a beauty he did not believe in a lot . ¨ But next time i wont be easy on you. ¨
Katrina stared up at his hand, offered to her upside down from his position on the bed to her position on the floor. All around him flew white feathers like a scene from an overly dramatic romance scene in an anime show. In this setting he looked more like an angel than a demon, like he had looked earlier under the bright lights of the stage breathing fire and wearing a cape. In all likelihood he was actually something in between, like all people. A fallen angel perhaps? That would mean that he'd have to fall first.
Katrina grinned mischievously and grabbed his hand as he leaned down from his angelic perch on her bed. Then, she pulled, hoping that he would tumble down to land right next to her and not considering the fact that her position compared to his made it more likely that he might land on her.
Posted by faustomartense on Sept 4, 2009 4:31:30 GMT -6
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All his courage vanished while she took the hand he offered. He blushed and get distracted looking at her when she suddenly pulled hard, too hard he though , the kid tripped and fell. He could not understand why thinks like that happened to him with Kat but he always ended blushed and dramatizing the situation, worrying excessively about what she might think or how she is going to react. Fausto probably never heard Love is in the air but there was it floating between them. Perhaps unconsciously he was waiting for the right moment and just let himself fell.
Mt. Laundry cushioned the fall, but he could not avoid falling on her. He quickly got half way up and separated his body off of hers, he put a distance while apologizing but they were still so close . ¨ Sorry it was not my intention ...¨ he said, but he really was not sure if that was deliberate or just clumsiness that commanded him for a few seconds. He remained with his hands and knees on the floor like if they were playing that funny game of the colors watching her as he blushed more without know what to say. The words were piled on his head and when he could choose some of them , they piled in his throat. He looked like a panther on it's prey, just moments before the final blow. They were so close to each other , Fausto that had seen many movies capriciously tough that this was the moment in a film where the couple melt in kisses . Fact that made him blush even more but the idea terrified him not only for being a new experience but because if he had even a drop of saliva on his lips could hurt her a lot, and the last thing he wanted was to see the little princess wounded .
The angel fell, and he landed right on top of her. He was not made of feathers and sun beams sewn together with God's tears. He was made of very real flesh and bone, seemingly more bone than flesh because he had all sorts of sharp angles that jabbed into her when he landed on top of her. “Squished” seemed to be an appropriate word to describe how the little illusionist felt just then. That, and also “a little bit foolish”, because she had been the one to pull his arm after all.
The older boy was very quick to get off of her, immediately switching to a hands and knees position rather than a laying flat on top of her position. Katrina winced and rubbed one of her ribs.
>>>¨ Sorry it was not my intention ...¨
“I know, it was stupid of me,” she admitted. “You just looked so much like an angel, I thought you needed to come back down to Earth again. I didn't think it would be quite as painful as the landing was for the angel in that song of yours.”
He was blushing something fierce, as if he still thought squishing her was his fault, though he wasn't doing anything of the sort now, with his carefully placed panther paws and his reddened face hovering just above hers.
“Don't worry, I forgive you,” for looking like an angel and letting me squish myself. Katrina reached up and put her arms around Fausto's neck in a big hug. She had missed him, especially the playfulness that he always seemed to bring out in her. She couldn't, after all, have a pillow fight... nay, a pillow war... with just anybody.
MacKenzie, curious about this new game, dropped her pillow and wandered over to investigate. She sniffed the space between Katrina's tummy and Fausto's where she was angled upwards and he was straight across. The dog decided that the two must be playing a wrestling game, so after wedging her face in between them and causing Katrina to erupt in ticklish giggling, she grabbed a bit of Fausto's shirt in her teeth and started to pull. What a fun new game!
Posted by faustomartense on Sept 9, 2009 0:40:54 GMT -6
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The little fallen angel thanked all the gods he knew, and they were a lot . The pressure that invaded him quickly flew away like a bird that is released from a cage, He was afraid that Katrina would take courage and do what he was thinking, if she had tought the same. she was too young for that, perhaps he was young too fortunately the idea was moved to another side by what happened next and would occupy his mind for a long time. He was very surprised to hear as she called him ¨Angel¨. He had never imagined she would call it so, an astonished and prideful smile crossed his face while for some strange reason he began to speak in a whisper as if he would like to be listened only by Katrina , even though nobody else was there beside Kenzie. ¨ It was a great fall, did you do all this for me to stay on Earth with you? If you want I can be your Guardian Angel ... ¨ He left the sentence unfinished because she hugged him just in that moment . When her arms tightened around his neck they were so near as at the beginning of the fall. "Do not worry, I forgive you," she said to his relief and he answered clumsily with something that had nothing to do with what she had said, as if the child's mind still was processing that she had told him angel. ¨ you're an angel too¨ sighed the child almost in her ear without even thinking, when he realized that he had not thought it he turned so red he feared that all the blood in his body had gone to his head. Did she hear it ? They were so close that it was virtually impossible that she has not heard it .
Despite Katrina had brought him back to earth his mind was floating aimlessly in limbo, his mind watched all from the outside as a omniscience child able to see everything but unfortunately unable to know what is watching is the true itself , his mind was not believing the drastic change of sorrow for happiness . Although he had have enough time to think about it all the way back to NY his mind did not quite understand the great change that had occurred to him for the simple fact of knowing a different reality, far more cruel and sadistic than the ones he was used to . if heart and mind really missed something , it was the innocence which he developed the facts in his little islands of fantasy that was the mansion.He loved how she laughed , and he loved how he was able to enjoy these little things again . The laughter of the girl and the cold nose of Kenzie pulled him back to earth. Neither his mind nor his heart put objections to the reality that was imposed because both wanted to be part of that moment of happiness and fun.
¨ Kenzie that's my shirt! ¨ yelled the boy, laughing as he pulled his shirt trying to free it from her mouth but she seemed unwilling to obey. As if he have the slippery skin of a snake and the agility of a panther he knelt away from his shirt in one smooth backward motion , Kenzie did the job by pulling the shirt . Using the same agility and building on their bewilderment he grabbed the shirt hanging from her jaw and put it on Kenzie's head, she was not seeing anything as she started to try to remove it herself but did not have much success. It was great fun to look at her while she landed the muzzle to the ground trying to remove it with her feet.
Hooray, she was forgiven! If only it was so easy for everyone to forgive. She clung to his neck with her head against his shoulder even as he whispered that she, too, was an angel.
She whispered back in kind, “If we are both angels, then there is no need to stay on the Earth. We can both fly as high as we want.”
She couldn't hear him blushing. Her ears were sharp and she was very close, but the sound of a blush is very quiet indeed. Heartbeats were more easily audible, and she could heart both of their hearts, still beating quickly from the excitement of their epic pillow battle.
They were both quiet for a moment, thinking and listening. While Fausto relished the moment of happiness, Katrina's mind was on angels. She wondered if angels were real and if so whether they were related to humans like mutants were, or were they more like ghosts so that either mutants or humans could become one after they died.
The dog had decided that was enough quiet time. She was a very young dog with a very short attention span. Her size might fool some into believing that she was full grown, but on the inside she was still very much a half trained puppy who only wanted to play. She had grabbed Fausto's shirt and interrupted Katrina's thoughts of angels with her devilish act. Fausto played right along and Kenzie tugged and ended up wriggling the shirt right off of Fausto's body.
No one was more surprised than the dog at what she had accomplished (except for maybe her owner whose laughter had become uncontrollable). Kenzie dropped the shirt in her surprise and Fausto deftly stuck it on her face, blocking her eyes. The Golden Retriever went wild trying to paw it off and ended up bumping into anything and everything that got in the way, including Katrina who was rolling on the floor in stitches* and Fausto who was now lacking a shirt.
This is what childhood is all about.
*In stitches = a phrase meaning you're laughing so hard you're side hurts- that pain is a stitch in the side
Posted by faustomartense on Sept 10, 2009 1:06:57 GMT -6
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She couldn't hear him blushing but he sure blushed and he also heard both hearts beating fast . His own heart galloped fast and very busy trying to breathe life into his skinny body while the little singer was engaged to keep moving without giving his poor heart in love a little break.To wait was not for him, and while her friend and love, angel and princess was busy ... Yes, all that was her at once for him .Well , while she was laughing on the floor he jumped and landed on his feet. It was time to take the bull by the horns, literally.It was time for him to be the star again .
His dark eyes were rocketed from side to side looking for something red, before he tought the situation was painted in a funny orange , well this time he was going paint it red . Was there something red? Something as red as his face had been seconds earlier? Surely not as red but he find a knitted red blanket laying alone at a corner. A refugee from the last pillow-war that had devastate the country of Kat's room . If Miss Blanket could cry it would have cried but the little blanket could not scream for she/it had no mouth nor had eyes but anyway sensed the unstopable danger. Fausto grabbed the blanket like a cape but not any red cape ,a bullfighter's cape.And when the blinded animal personifying a enraged bull ramdonly blundered toward him he quickly jumped a step to the side to let her pass but not before a slightly hit on Kenzie's tail with the blanket .
¨Ladies and gentlemans here with you is the most loved bullfighter in all new york , Iron Mouth!!¨ The boy presented himself to his audience, a imaginary one with a unique real spectator that was dying of laughter.He smiled, bowed to his audience and applauded as he dodged Kenzie when she ran near him trying to remove the shirt from her snout. ¨Let's also applaud Kenzie for taking action as a fierce bull and being so nice and funny , do not get jealous Kat but is true . She is so cute.¨
Fausto and Kenzie were such a pair. They seemed to feed off each others' silliness to create even more silliness. Katrina was laughing so hard at their antics that it was hard to breathe. And that was before they started pretending to be a bull fighter and a bull.
Katrina was pretty sure dogs were colorblind, but the red afghan that Fausto turned into his bull fighting cloak did the trick of attracting Kenzie's attention. Even though she hadn't figured out how to get the shirt off her face, she could see the blanket wiggling and went charging after it, too. It was moving, therefor it was prey. Iron Mouth was an expert bull fighter, though, and he kept the blanket from the Retriever's snipping teeth.
Katrina gasped between laughs and clapped for them both. Tears were forming in the corners of her eyes, but they were happy tears from all the laughter. She was glad that Fausto was home again and glad that he could be a kid again, too.
“Don't... worry,” she managed to wheeze out between laughs. “I'm not... jealous.”