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.
Three facts quickly became apparent, over the next two days. First, that the space between the Mansion’s floor and its bedroom doors was enough for a mouse to wiggle through quite comfortably (and the carpet rather neatly brushed down his fur for him every time he did). Second, that the Mansion had free wifi (though mice were less interested in this than their human roommates). Thirdly, lastly, that Alchemist needed to put this popcorn in a shorter bowl.
The little gray mouse strained to reach above the high ceramic sides: his little hind feet barely touched the couch cushions as his forepaws scrabbled for purchase on the rim. His tail hung low and determined behind him. His whiskers strove forwards, nose twitching at the nearness of his goal. Tasty. Artificially buttered. Kernels. Still warm from the microwave; still steaming beautifully into the air. Oh how his heart yearned...
Unrequited love.
The living room of the Mansion was dark; the only light came in white flashes and bursts, from the TV screen across the room. It was movie night. Just a boy, his mouse, and their bowl of popcorn. So close: so far.
C.J. wasn't watching the screen, he was looking intently at Caleb, holding back a fit of laughter. Sweet success, sometimes a sense of humour like this got you many many laughs. However it was a bit mean, and he felt the slightest bit bad for picking on the vertically stunted. Who was he kidding, no he didn't. The screen flashed brightly again as the mouse continued to stretch. A true force of nature. Cafas felt a buzzing.
'Not again, seriously? How often can these guys call before they get sick of being told they must have a wrong number?'
For the past tow days he had been recieving calls from some J and J's lobby, telling him to sort out a problem with papers. He wondered if they knew the employee they were looking for had a broken jaw and active X-gene. Likely not, after all, how would he talk in a jaw brace? He pulled the orange device from his pocket and hit the red button, call cancled, that'd teach 'em. He put the phone down next to the mouse-mutant, Caleb and took a handfull of popcorn, putting it into his mouth, and lowering the level some more. "Shh no' aj good aj prp'r popcorn with real butter, but I guesh i''ll do." He smiled to himself and looked back at the screen, swallowing the crunchy goodness. He was dressed in boxers and a tee shirt, for decency's sake, not that he needed the latter. The Mansion was a pleasant temperature, even if everything was in Fahrenheit.
'Good thing all the recipes on the back of boxes are Fahrenheit too then. Could go a bagel.'
Cafas actually enjoyed having the mouse around, it was like a super intelligent pet. Unfortunately at some stage it would revert to some form of humanoid. How sad.
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Lights flashed from the screen as the mouse returned to four legs: four very sore, over-stretched legs. The James Bond theme came on. Black eyes caught the light. Whiskers twitched.
Dun dun dun-nuh...
The mouse turned away from the bowl.
“What is this, Goldfinger? Do you expect me to talk?”
In a dash of gray fur, the mouse melded with the shadows at the back of the couch. Its little claws ghosted over the fabric: up, up, up—veer.
“No, Mr. Bond.”
Light flashed over Alchemist’s hair. The mouse was perched in it. For a brief moment: then, with a coil of nimble muscles, it sprang.
“I expect you to die.”
The popcorn barely shifted as the light weight dropped into its midst. Artificial butter oozed into his fur: a hundred yellow and white kernels warmly embraced him. The mouse promptly began to nibble at any and all of them that he could reach. There were so many of them, and he had so much love to spread...
James Bond. C.J. didn't know what was worse, the fact that Mr. Bond had cooler gadgets than him or the fact he got anyone he wanted ever. A sudden weight sprung into his hair. For a brief moments it seemed to rest, then there was a push and the light thwump of mouse on popcorn. Cafas applauded without his eyes leaving the screen. "Awesome jump Caleb." He reached past the mouse for another mouthful and lifted the phone into the munchables.
'If he wants to go through that much trouble he deserved the spoils of his efforts.'
Someone had just shot someone it seemed, or tried to, or said something about it, all Alchemist knew was that he wasn't focused. He changed his mind about the popcorn in an attempt to amuse himself. Reaching over he took a scoop out of the bowl, attempting to take the mutant vermin with him. Such fun could be had when movies got to shooting. Shooting was crass and required less skill and courage than standing up face to face with someone. But Cafas hated doing that when avoidable as well.
'Arrogant jerk, shaken not stirred, who does he think he is? He'll take his damned drink how it is served to him.'
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>> "Awesome jump Caleb."
The mouse did not want your half-hearted praise! The mouse wanted only his munchables. Crunchables. Delicious delicious lunchables. Yum...
A kernel was half-chewed in his mouth when a small click happened in the back of his mind. The mouse froze, popcorn in paws. Swallowed. That click—could it be? A familiar feeling tingled throughout the mouse’s little body. A certain... readiness. But he’d been fooled before, oh so recently, by this feeling. Still. He had to try it. Come hell, high water, or hands picking him up—he had to try it.
Calley shifted back to human, somewhere awfully close to Alchemist’s lips. And this is how a naked nineteen year old covered in butter ended up in Cafas’ lap, kissing him.
The situation, for C.J. was rather... helpless. His hand was stuck under Caleb and he had already been pressed to the back of the couch at the time. So, he had nowhere to run, no way of moving the mass on his lap and a buttery guy on his lap. This could have been good, but for the shock. He pushed his free hand against Caleb but he couldn't get his hand to a decent place.
'Oh god, this is going to end weird. Maybe I should ask him out? That could have very funny repercussions.'
Sadly he was running out of a precious substance known to most as air. His lungs had been emptied by the sudden weight of a human hitting him and had not had a chance to refill. Awkward and out of air, the combination kept getting worse. Add to that a lack of clothing. Oxygen, oxygen!
'That's what a nose is for.'
If not for the boy he would have slapped himself. He breathed in and waited for the boy who had been a mouse to relinquish total domination of his body.
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“Well,” Calley said, leaning back with a grin, “fancy meeting you here.”
Now ordinarily, Caleb Swartz was not a boy to be found kissing other boys. Actually, he wasn’t really even a boy to be found kissing girls—so far, he’d only done that with his first roommate. And she’d sort of done it to him, really. After getting him drunk. And maybe dragging him to his own bedroom. Which, really, hadn’t ended as well as you’d suspect.
Yeah.
In this case, however, the Italian ten was willing to make an exception. He was, after all, a teenager. Not to be confused with a small rodent any longer. One of his feet happily kicked over the popcorn bowl.
“So,” he continued, quite cheerfully. “I’m naked in your lap, Mr. Bond. Got anything for me?”
“Clothing-wise,” he specified, after a well-thought-out moment.
C.J. watched the popcorn topple in minute detail, attempting to look anywhere but the guy on his lap who was clearly not wearing clothes. Possibly a side effect of the transformations, or perhaps a joke. Cafas liked jokes, but he had trouble believing the guy could shape shift cloth.
“So, I’m naked in your lap, Mr. Bond. Got anything for me?”
The silence that followed would not deter Alchemist from his fun, he refused to be phased by all this. Instead he winked in a manner not suitable for people who had, technically, only just met. Outside of a bar anyway. His only regret in the situation, the snacks were gone. Although he'd have eaten them anyway if not for the stuck thing, and the dust gathering on them.
“Clothing-wise,”
There it was, the punch line. Oh well. "Well, I have some stuff that might fit you up in my room, then maybe after we could go out or something, get dinner, get to know each other." It almost felt odd talking to a human Caleb, not having to wait for some writing to appear on a screen. He hugged his and stared into his eyes as deeply and sincerely as he could, to compound the joke some.
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One lewd wink and a dinner invitation later, Caleb Swartz was squiggling out of Alchemist’s hug. Still grinning, of course. Because, folks, he wasn’t a mouse. And that was all just joking, anyway. Right? Of course. Guys didn’t do that. With guys.
Ahem.
“Come, Mr. Bond. Clothing first: then celebratory dinner. Also, a shower. Probably before I put on the clothes.”
The brown-haired teenager took a moment to do two things:
First, grab a throw pillow to provide basic protection against any wandering Mansion minors. This was modestly and grinningly positioned over his waist. Second: to poke at his own butteriness. And tentatively lick his finger. Baby blue eyes blinked.
“Come, Mr. Bond. Clothing first: then celebratory dinner. Also, a shower. Probably before I put on the clothes."
C.J. felt slightly rejected, but mostly happy that Calley had become uncomfortable enough to get up. Joke win. "Very well my naked friend, but please keep all weapons pointed away from myself as I escort you, or I shall be forced to take drastic action." Cafas took a step toward the door and shook his head. "If my parent's could only see me now, taking a naked male to my room." He continued on his way, fairly sure Caleb would follow. What sort of reputation was he setting himself up for in the mansion? Not a great one.
'What sort of rep would I get for being found in the dark with a naked guy? A worse one, better this than the alternative. Haha, so worth it.'
He opened the door and checked for wandering people and continued onward toward the bedroom corridors. It struck him the shape shifter could probably just have shifted back, but he doubted he would, he seemed far too happy for that. The first few steps still revealed no one, but the sound of footsteps echoes from somewhere in the building, a common sound really, given the numbers that lived in the mansion.
Posted by vampyremage on Sept 27, 2009 11:03:29 GMT -6
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The Mansion was not what Meld had expected it to be. Or perhaps it was exactly what she had expected it to be and that was the whole problem. There were children everywhere, for one thing. Well, teenagers mostly but that wasn't really the point. Aura was a teenager too of course, but Meld had never viewed Aura in that way because she was far too jaded and far to deadly to ever be considered a child. But here it was different, here many of the children knew nothing of the dance of death or the violence in the outside world. And that was the problem. Meld had nothing in common with these little mutants and even less in common with the little humans running around with them.
Today Meld found herself wandering the hallways of the Mansion, for lack of anything better to do, just watching them. She saw the looks she was given, saw the fear that most tried desperately and ineffectively to cover up. She knew what they must think of her, a criminal and a killer who had been on the news many a time for her various murders and indiscretions. The police still wanted her with a passion and despite where she now found herself living and despite the fact that she was most certain Ghost as many others would disapprove, she knew it was only a matter of time before they tried to come after her again and when that happened she would kill again. Her life was simply more valuable than theirs.
And even if the little people hadn't seen her face on the news, who could doubt by looking at her that she was an angel of death? She carried herself with the confident stride of a warrior and blades sprouted from every limb, including her newly created tail. And what use could such instruments of death be except to fulfill their purpose in causing pain and bloodshed? Meld knew of none. Even her eyes, for the few brave enough to meet them, bespoke of a dark and violent history. She couldn't' help the way her eyes provided a sort of window to her soul, couldn't help their cold dispassion. It was who she was and no matter what she might be pretending to be here, she coudln't change that fact.
And then there was the naked man walking past her. Meld blinked, confused. Naked man? That was strange even for this place. And looked again at the naked man. Who was startlingly familiar. As was the other man with the naked man. She blinked again. "Calley?" Groped for the name of the other man in her mind, the one she had helped to find this place. "And Alchemist?" This was a most unusual occurance.
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Calley was not naked, thankyouverymuch hewasn’tblushing.
Calley was wearing a pillow. It covered the essentials. And really, that’s all you needed—hence, ‘essentials’. Granted that coverage was limited to frontend collisions, and somewhat lacked at the rear, but—
“Meld!” Calley waved, sparing one precious hand from pillow holding duty to wave. “Hi! Guess what? I’m human! And you have a tail!” These were both reasons to rejoice. Any day when he wasn’t trapped as a mouse was a good day.
And my, that was a pointy tail. His pillow felt inadequate.
C.J. observed the exchange silently. If there was one sight he was not one hundred percent prepared for it was an even more mechanical Meld. It was also not to be face to face with the rather idealistic mutant. He had even forgotten that he still had the slip of paper with her number on it.. "Hi Meld, long time, you get a new haircut?" He fell back on the cliches for jokes of the nature and examined the sharp looking object carefully. He concluded it was still meltable and relaxed slightly. Still, he couldn't take all of her down at once, that was well beyond his capacity.
'One limb at a time, it'd wipe me out though.'
Alchemist stopped himself from further sizing up the female mutant and payed more attention to the situation. On the upside Caleb, or Calley as she'd called him, seemed to know her, though that could be both good and bad. "So Caleb, our plans still on? I mean, I'm sure we can get Meld into a nice restaurant. In fact, we'd probably get served free." Such economic bonuses hanging out with giant killing machines and shape shifters brought!
Posted by vampyremage on Sept 28, 2009 21:08:20 GMT -6
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Meld refused to comment on the ridiculousness of the situation. Refused to even wonder why Calley happened to be wondering around the Mansion naked. Certainly refused to wonder what, exactly, he had meant about being human and the sheer joy in his voice when he said it. Instead she focused on the one thing that was sane and rational in this entire bizarre circumstance and that was the comment on her tail. "So I do," she replied. Clearly not her brightest or most insightful comment ever, but was it really her fault that she was standing her in dumbfounded stupidity while Calley was walking around naked with Alchemist? What exactly was she supposed to say?
Lifting her tail over her head she opened her red ruby tail eye and blinked at Calley and grinned. Nope, she wasn't even going to consider that the boy was clearly clothes less. Instead she was going to pretend that everything was normal. That did indeed seem like the safest bet. "So, what brings you here Calley? Last time I saw you, you were...elsewhere." Probably best not to get into that she decided after a moment's hesitation.
And then there was the corny joke about Meld getting a haircut and she pivoted her tail around to blink a ruby eye at Alchemist. This, plainly, was not like any situation she had ever been in before. But it was all strangely very amusing and she couldn't quite help the giggle that escaped her. Or the several more giggles to follow. And Meld was not someone who giggled. Ever.
"Um, I'm invited?" Meld finally asked, managing to get a hold of her peals of giggles and feeling faintly embarrassed by the uncommon outbreak. And also strangely touched by the invitation. She was only ever invited to help kill people or rob places or otherwise help the mutant cause. Never just for dinner.
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>> "So, what brings you here Calley? Last time I saw you, you were...elsewhere."
He grinned a grinny grin. Elsewhere, eh? Elsewhere, indeed. “The Sanc, you mean? Meld, my dear,” the teenager said, adjusting his pillow coverage, “I get around.” A fact. He presumed it wasn’t a secret that she’d been there, either—after all, she’d rather obviously been fighting for the Order at KP, not so long ago. Much like him.
Silly Mansionites. They really needed a ‘don’t let in the wolves’ sign up around here, somewhere.
>> "So Caleb, our plans still on? I mean, I'm sure we can get Meld into a nice restaurant. In fact, we'd probably get served free."
>> "Um, I'm invited?"
“Of course you’re invited!” Calley replied, starting to walk again—albeit rather sideways. He didn’t like the looks of that tail, with all of its looking. Perhaps he should have pilfered a pillow for behind, as well... as it was, he kept his rear politely aimed at the wall. Just because he was naked did not mean he wasn’t modest. And potentially still blushing. “But first, I need clothes. And a quick shower, for to remove my buttery goodness. You’re invited for the dinner part, but not so much the shower. Sorry to disappoint.”
He kept creeping towards the room his mousey self and Cafas had been sharing, looking back to make sure the others followed. “And nix on the freebie dinner. I’ve probably got some money laying around my other room,” this raised the question of how many rooms he had in the Mansion; that, friends, was a good question, indeed; “Tonight be my treat, in celebration of opposable thumbs. Remember, children: when living in the Mansion, do as the Mansioneers do. That means no slaughtering, minimal stabbing, and absolutely no random intimidation of bystanders in order to get free food.”
Mostly, Calley would just like to avoid the stabbing and slaughtering that tended to follow the failed intimidation displays. Mutants and the intimidation of humans went together like a love-struck parakeet and a cat in heat: it was a mating call doomed to end poorly. One did not taint one’s celebrations of opposable thumbs with violence.