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 rainewater on Aug 24, 2009 7:02:30 GMT -6
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The mansion. That's where Raina had to go. She had to find out why she'd woken up as a man, and who the hell she was, and if it was going to last! She was fairly certain at this point it wasn't a dream. But then again after her intricate dream about Rupert who was to tell?
Either way Raina as a man was walking like a woman and catching a few glances as he/she trudge up the mansion driveway.
"Ok." she said in a gruff voice. "How the hell is this going to work."
She paused with wide eyes- surprised at herself for swearing and uncomfortable at the sound of her voice.
Could she just walk in and find someone she knew? Did anyone at the mansion already know this body? Would they even believe her or think she's some mental case?
She slumped her shoulders as she made her way to the door to knock. This would be interesting.
(Continued for Katrina a short while after the events in FF Playing Pretend.)
Katrina walked out of her “counseling session” feeling slightly better, not because any issues she was suppose to have been counseled for had been resolved, but rather because she now didn't have to worry about talking about the issues. The odd red headed teacher, Raina, had been quite understanding that she hadn't wanted to talk and hadn't forced her to say anything she didn't feel like saying. They hadn't really had much else to talk about aside from that, but staring out the window and playing with the various time wasting toys from Raina's desk, like the liquid motion one with colored sand and water between glass that slowly made a new landscape-like picture whenever it was turned upside down. It was actually quite relaxing.
Now that the chore of going to the appointment was over with, she could go back to her brooding in peace. Unless, of course, someone was knocking at the door. Katrina looked around, up the stairs, and down the hallways, but she didn't see anyone to open the door other than herself. This put her at something of an impasse. She did not, under any circumstances, wish to be alone with anyone she didn't know any time in the near future. However, anyone that would actually be knocking at the door was undoubtedly a stranger, with a very few unlikely exceptions. Still, it would be rude not to let someone inside what was essentially a public place. It wasn't exactly mansion policy to be unfriendly towards newcomers.
Katrina crept up to the tall narrow window next to the door and peeked through the curtain. Outside was a man she had never seen before. He was full grown, so not a potential student. That left... a potential teacher, a salesperson, and someone who was up to no good on the list of possible identities. Katrina let the curtain fall back.
“Hello? How can I help you,” she questioned through the thick door in a loud voice.
It was only then that her eyes caught sight of the lock on the door. It was unbolted.
Crap.
Her eyes widened. Would it be rude to lock it now? Certainly it would. He would be able to hear it.
Crapcrapcrap.
The young illusionist braced herself, for what she wasn't certain. If that door opened, though, she'd be out of there so fast a red eyed elf wouldn't even be able to catch her. She'd turn invisible, too. Maybe a distraction illusion. Where were all the adults and the guard dogs when she needed them?
Posted by rainewater on Aug 25, 2009 16:46:43 GMT -6
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A voice. A voice she recognized. Katrina. "Uh, hello Ka-" she stopped. That wasn't going to work. exactly how would she explain this to the little girl she'd met in passing? "Uh hello there young lady." said Raina through Roland's voice trying to sound as boyish and yet calm as she could.
"I uh.." she hadn't thought this part through. Exactly what was she hoping to achieve here? Who here would be able to help her? Who would understand? Unless...
"I'm looking for Raina." she said, more certain of herself this time "She's a teacher here. Music. Guidance counselor too. X-men team leader? Red hair. Little shorter than me. I uh know she works at the aquarium a lot so maybe you aren't familiar with her." that would have to convince her they at least knew each other,
Then again, what was Raina gonna do if Raina was actually here? "Anyway, she asked me to stop by for an appointment today. I ah..." she searched for a story "have a son who will be attending here soon. He's ah.. 17." she made up on the spot "his name is us... Calean!"
crap crap crap. Too close to Caleb. Would Kat know she was making this up.
"Anywho, I'm a bit nervous about this place and Raina's interested in having him drafted to the x-men when he turns 18. We're discussing that and his enrollment at this school. You know us parents... always... concerned"
Raina was a bad actor and was coming across pretty phoney and she knew it. Was this body a mutant body? Was there anything she could do to get inside?
The tall blonde man on the other side of the door claimed to know Raina. That was really weird, considering she had just been talking with Raina not ten minutes ago. Unfortunately, Raina was now unavailable. As soon as their scheduled time together had reached an end, the red haired counselor had said something about going back to bed and had left the office going the opposite way Katrina had when they had parted ways.
Which made it very strange that this guy supposedly had an appointment. Either Raina was not very good at keeping a schedule for her appointments, or this guy was lying through his teeth. She was inclined to believe the person she thought was a fairly responsible adult hadn't just mislaid her appointment book. Therefore, this guy must letting falsehoods spew forth from his oral cavity in order to gain admittance where he didn't belong.
Now she really wished that deadbolt was turned.
The lies continued. He had a son who would be starting here soon, named “Calean” which sounded exactly the same as Calley with an “n” tacked onto the end. That was suspicious too, as were the constant uh sounds inserted into his sentences. He knew a lot about the people at the mansion for someone whose son was only a potential student. Still, it was no proof that he was lying.
The time that he had spent our the stoop stretched to an awkwardly uncomfortable amount of time for a girl who was used to being polite at all times. Inside herself a conflict stirred. She was polite to strangers, it was part of her nature, and yet recently it had turned around to bite her when a stranger had been less than polite back in s thoroughly scarring way. After a brief pause, the young girl spoke, hoping to stall for more time. With any luck, someone would come down the stairs and she wouldn't have to deal with this on her own.
“Raina is still in bed. I'm afraid she is unavailable right now,” she called through the wood panels to the scary stranger on the other side.
The deadbolt taunted her. It would be so easy to turn it and just run away, but so very very rude.
Posted by rainewater on Aug 30, 2009 7:41:40 GMT -6
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Not good not good. There WAS another Raina. Who the heck was in there sleeping in her body? And how was she supposed to get in now? "Ah, well... that's... regrettable." she admitted. Her brain searched for ideas to at least keep Kat talking until she could figure out another way in.
"You sound a bit younger than my son but am I correct in assuming you enjoy it here at the mansion? I guess you must otherwise you wouldn't still be around." she laughed.
Stalling stalling. Waiting for an idea....
"You don;t sound familiar though... I guess I didn't meet you during Raina's birthday. Nasty bit that was though..." in truth she honestly couldn't remember if Kat had attended her birthday giving that it was overshadowed by a battle. but anything that would convince Kat it was ok to let her in she'd grasp at.
Then it hit. Idea.
"I dont suppose Sam or Shawn are around? Raina said if I couldn't reach her that they;d be more then able to assist me?"
She closed his eyes and prayed prayed prayed Kat at least let her in to sit outside an office.
>>>"You sound a bit younger than my son but am I correct in assuming you enjoy it here at the mansion? I guess you must otherwise you wouldn't still be around."
The man on the other side of the door tittered at his own comment. Katrina thought it had sounded rhetorical, so she wasn't sure if she was supposed to respond. Then the guy started in talking about Raina's birthday party.
This was getting suspiciouser and suspiciouser. If this guy was supposed to be bringing a new student to the mansion, then why on Earth was he hanging out all the way back in November? And what was he doing here on such a momentous occasion as an attack on the mansion? Katrina hadn't seen him at the party right before the whole thing had broken out into a battle, but he could have arrived later with the attackers, she supposed. Though, that didn't necessarily make him a bad person either, since she had personally known and been friends with some of the attackers, too. Everyone else practically hissed when they mentioned the you-know-which group, but Katrina had a hard time coming to hate the crew she had lived, trained, and survived with during the Registration period.
Anyway, back to the problem at hand. The strange blonde man obviously wanted to come in and Katrina really didn't want him to come in. At least, she didn't want to while she was alone and unprotected on the inside. She remembered her mothers' words, which had been echoed a number of times recently by both her matriarch and others, that she should take self defense lessons with Sam. She was finally starting to consider it. If she had the confidence that she could take this person down if he tried anything, maybe she'd feel more comfortable letting him in to sit at some office while he waited for one of the greeters to meet with him. As it was now, they were at an impasse. In the end it was the gravelly voiced man outside that came up with the solution to both their problems:
>>>"I dont suppose Sam or Shawn are around? Raina said if I couldn't reach her that they;d be more then able to assist me?"
Aha! Now that she could work with.
“Hang on just a second, I'll see if I can find them.” Katrina gave the unbolted lock one last longing look before scampering off to see if any of the official greeters were available to help the poor suspicious man out on the doorstep.
Posted by rainewater on Sept 7, 2009 17:44:49 GMT -6
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ooc: sorry for the delay! been a crazy week! ic:
Raina let out a sigh of relief as she heard Kat run off to find CS or Streak. The relief only lasted for a moment. She needed to get into that building whether Katrina found someone or not. She needed to find out who was up in her bed now. Now, it was personal.
There was someone walking around in the mansion posing as her. Perhaps they were some sort of shifter? Or maybe their power was to switch bodies with people. If it was a power maybe it would ware off. She couldn't wait around to find out. peeing as a man had been traumatizing enough.
She eyed the door knob and gave it a twist. It wasn't locked, but it didn't give either. She knew this door tended to stick so she gave the knob a hard shake. It jingled but didn't do much so she leaned hard against the wood of the door frame and pushed her shoulder into the door. She was used to her dainty female shoulders and underestimated the power of the broad ones she now carried. They slammed with too much ease into the door that flew open splintering a little. It made a very loud noise as it bounced off the hallway wall.
"Crap." she slipped in trying to be a quiet as possible but her boots not doing much of a job.
Katrina had barely even made it up the stairs when she heard the door scraping against its moorings to escape. That put an end to her flight up the stairs to find Sam or Shawn and gave her every reason to turn invisible and inaudible. It was maybe not the best defense ever, since it had failed her in the past, but it was almost instinctual for her to want to be as hidden as possible.
The broad shoulder against the door started Operation: Repel Intruder. This guy was not going to just invade her home like this without being invited in. He was like a burglar posing as window repairman, except with this guy she had no idea what he was after. She didn't think it was the family jewels.
If this guy was even a fraction as sinister and devious as he-with-the-green-eyes, Katrina had to protect the rest of the mansion children. The thought of facing a stranger alone scared her nearly senseless (she was already losing the feeling in her toes, or thought she was, but when she wiggled them they still responded albeit invisibly), but the thought that something like what had happened to her happening again to someone else was even worse. She couldn't let the younger students get hurt. Even the ones her age that so innocently believed that the world was a good place filled with good people could use protection.
She knew now that the world was filled with people who were both good and evil. Evil existed after all, and in quite large doses within some individuals. That illusion of hers that people were essentially good had been dashed against the rocks, broken into bits, and rolled around in the surf until the view was unrecognizably different from its idealistic starting point.
If this guy thought he could just break into her mansion and... and... do whatever he was planning, he had another thing coming. It was called an invisible wall. When he ran into it, it would feel very much like he'd run head on into a real wall, except he wouldn't see this one coming.
Posted by Cheshire on Sept 14, 2009 5:43:26 GMT -6
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Sept 24, 2018 19:41:05 GMT -6
Calley
There was something amiss in Mansionland. The large ginger and cream tom knew that, from the very beginning. A mere walk down the hall from the (new) hole in that screen window presented him with the first clue to this mystery.
Exhibit A: Her Bedroom Door. It had, quite unlike usual, not been left invitingly ajar for anyone, anything, and any stray tigger cats. The tom cat sniffed his displeasure, and discovered his next piece of evidence.
Exhibit B: Her Scent, the First. It had apparently left some time ago. This, in and of itself, was not strange. The bitter apprehension at the edges, though, the sparks of unease—those were abnormal. School hadn’t even begun again, yet. Why would she be worried? He continued down the hall, paws padding silently over rich carpeting. They stopped, as something slammed itself into his nose. A nose hit his ears at the same time, with much less importance.
Exhibit C: The Door, Being Violently Opened.
Exhibit D: Her Scent, the Second. Fear. True fear.
A ginger and cream blur streaked around the edge of the hall, threads of carpet tearing as he crested down the stairs. The fear scent was strong. Entirely fresh. He couldn’t see her yet, but she was obviously ne—
Exhibit E: His Forehead. A solid collision, with very solid air. Clear, silent, fearful air.
Posted by rainewater on Sept 20, 2009 9:33:29 GMT -6
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ooc: sorry for the delay invisi-lady and cat
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Raina, well if you could call him/her that, (who still didn't know her body's name) was approaching her (or rather his now) bedroom door. "I wish I knew if this body was a mutant" she snarled wishing she had her ice power. All she knew in this body was brute strength. So.. go with what you know right? It worked once... Raina stood up straight and then with almost as much force as her previous attempt... shouldered her bedroom door open. "All right you scum bag get out of my ro-"
She stood staring into the empty untouched room. "Aw, damnit." she looked to see she'd broken her door lock without any reason since the guy running around in her body wasn't here. (at least she was starting to consider this person a guy). The bed was made and left the way she'd last seen it. her guitar was in the corner. This other Raina must have gone to someone else's room thinking it was hers, or possibly the spare room. Or maybe Kat had lied... which really didn't seem a Kat-like thing to do.
She stared at the guitar for a moment. Concentrating on it wondering what it felt like under the hands of a man when suddenly it vanished and reappeared in her own large hand. She stared down at it stupefied and started walking back toward the stairs. She held it by it's neck and it still had a broken string. Was that this mutants power? Was she in the body of some super kleptomaniac?
The stairs came up pretty quickly and Raina nearly tripped down them still holding the guitar and walking in a bit of a daze wondering where her body was. "Stupid big feet." she mumbled getting to the bottom of the stairs. "Maybe Doc Prof can help." she said out loud as she came back to the hall... and spied a cat.