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 Martin Stein on Oct 4, 2009 21:42:55 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
It had been a while since he encountered an aggravated native in one of the dark alleys. In fact he had not been fond of entering those ways ever after that special night. Well that one and a few others. Namely the one that got him arrested, thrown in jail, blackmailed and -in every meaning of the word- fully stressed out for a few weeks. Today he called it a good exercise. One of those things that sounded nicer again. Sometimes that really helped make things nicer. If you could not look reality into the face. (Or had been reminded by a very pressing reality by writing in your own hand) Well sometimes he couldn't. He was still human after all. Well not human. Somewhat human. Now he was getting back to settle with a more normal lifestyle. Being gardener at a mutant school would qualify for that. At least for a while it would. He thought. Almost normal. Fair. Enough.
He had made a promise on that day though, the one where he had been attacked in the shadows, from the shadows, by the shadows, that he would try to make at least a little part of the town a safer place for people to live in. The young shop owner had been quite honest about the matter. And he had good alcohol. Both were points that scored highly on Martin's people quality scale. So he had indeed acquired and packed some tools from the Mansions extensive array. Then he had taken a detour towards a hardware store that was indeed well stacked with certain items that he would need. Wires being one of the things, among the many others, which a diligent but old serviceman gathered for him from the shelves. (Curse those who think that manual work makes for higher quality, that man was so slow he was sure he could have found things much quicker without knowing his way around at all) Martin allowed time to fly by, as the necessary ingredients for a little concoction of his own were assembled. The cashier did not even hesitate as he paid his due and left with two large bags in tow and an order placed to be delivered asap to a certain address (the Internet was full of useless data these days, he had actually been swarmed with occult offerings of more or slightly less virtue before finding the right one).
It was there that he arrived, the bags still in tow and entered the shop with the clinging noises of bells somewhere deeper inside. The working gloves on his hands, the heavy duty clothing (in Martins preferred colors of course, those that almost were none to speak of, gray and blue) all gave his intentions away. He had come here to block out evil of a very worldly kind. Now he only had to find Tarin and get going with the work.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Oct 10, 2009 9:13:26 GMT -6
Mutant God
DodgerBlue
Straight
3,053
9
Sept 28, 2024 16:46:46 GMT -6
Jules
(Sorry this took so long Martin, read the Damn! Thread for my reasoning. I promise that my posts will be more prompt for the duration of your recruitment)
It was a normal day, in what was starting to look like a normal month in Tarin’s life. Chaos seemed to be something that would reign in his and Lee’s life frequently and accepting that really did seem to help. Today, though, was just plain mundane. Tarin, for one, appreciated it. There had been no strange dreams, there had been no body switching muffins, and business had been slow. Really slow. In fact, Tarin was sitting at the counter playing solitaire.
Everything was lining up, and Tarin wondered as he flipped another set of three cards over if this would be one of the rare times he would actually win the game. Solitaire was one of those games, people played and played and played it, and some even talked about the great skill it took the master the game. When it all came down to it, though, everything about the game was chance. If a person shuffled one too many times, one too few times, if they cut the deck in the wrong place to shuffle, everything was ruined and the game couldn’t be won.
Tarin placed a card and flipped the next set of three. King…king…king…seven. Tarin sighed, there it was. Gathering the cards up he started to shuffle them again, Tairn looked out the window and saw a vaguely familiar figure making his way into the shop. The bag in his hand and his clothing suggested he was out for manual labor, and as he neared, Tarin placed the name to the face.
“Hey there. Martin, isn’t it?” he said, setting down the deck of cards and moving around the table, “I didn’t figure I’d be seeing you around this part of the city again. Going on some kind of construction job?”
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 11, 2009 0:43:06 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
730
0
May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
It was getting very near time to open Iris Clinic. Things were almost ready, but there still seemed to be a hundred things left to do, down from a thousand which was an improvement. Still, the immortal needed to take a break from sleeping, eating, and breathing Iris Clinic every once in awhile, even if it was just for a stroll outside for fresh air. It was getting cooler out these days, there was a crispness in the air that hadn't been there even a week ago.
He wasn't really paying attention where he was headed, he was wandering both mentally and physically and either his wayward thoughts or footsteps brought him Tarin's Medium Shop and he decided he might as well say hello. He pushed the door open, tintinnabulations greeted him from within, as well as the sight of Tarin holding a deck of cards and greeting someone else that had also just arrived. A customer, perhaps. More likely an acquaintance, given the ending of the greeting.
“Good afternoon Tarin,” he bowed his head slightly in the spirit medium's direction. Turning to the other man he added, “I don't believe we have met. I'm Sebastian.” Another slight bow in his direction. “But please, don't let me impose.” He backed toward the bookshelf where he knew he could find some sort of occult book or another to occupy himself until Tarin was free.
Posted by Martin Stein on Oct 13, 2009 5:42:41 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
760
0
Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
He gave Tarin a curteous nod that was aceptance of his naming. He had not been forgotten it seemed. Not that he would forget that evening lightly. It already had faded a little, much less the usual way, but nonetheless faded, but at least he had written it down so that he would remember everything. He was about to open his mouth and start speaking agian, when he tunred around at hearing a sound, a jingle of bells, the ones that had greeted him here too, they sung again. A man with a horn entered. Horny. Not funny. And he was polite. And horny. NOT FUNNY. And he bowed, apparently he knew Tarin. Bows. Strange custom. Martin followed suit and lowered his head slightly at the newcomer. More a nod then a bow. But it would have to do for politeness. Then the man turned to a bookshelf as to not interrupt their business. As if that horn wasnt interesting enough to delay any business. But he turned around and revealed a tail of hair hanging behind him. Or rather: From his behind. Taily. Horny. Polite. Blink.
Instead of further staring at the unicorn mans furry unusualness, he turned around to Tarin. Slightly insecure words left his mouth, his accent reminiscent of germanic language users. Maybe a familiar sound for the immortal? "But as I recall, we had agreed on building a fence in that alley, yes?" His question was really a question. If Tarin did not want that thing closed, he would not do it. It was his property after all. He raised the work-gloved hands. "Otherwise you seem to have been doing well?" An offer of smalltalk if it was preferred. Friendly smiles. Just dont think of the tail. Or the horn. Or the man standing right next to you. Twitch.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Oct 13, 2009 20:55:04 GMT -6
Mutant God
DodgerBlue
Straight
3,053
9
Sept 28, 2024 16:46:46 GMT -6
Jules
Martin was just getting ready to speak when the bell above the door jingled again and Sebastian entered the shop. Tarin gave the other man a wave and grinned at the look on Martin’s face as Seb made himself at home in the shop. Leave it to an immortal to hate imposing on a conversation. The tail and horn had taken a little getting used to, but it was hard to judge someone based on looks when they healed your wife from a wound you’d caused. There was also the conversation they’d had on the top of the Empire State Building, people didn’t discuss things like that without feeling closer. Especially men. Even if one of them was several centuries older than the other.
Martin was the task at hand, and it didn’t escape Tarin’s notice that there were two interesting age cases standing in his shop at the same time. What were the odds? The medium looked down at the cards sitting on the counter again…strange coincidence. Martin spoke and it took Tarin a moment to remember what Martin was talking about. Vaguely it came back, though, they had talked about putting a fence up in the alleyway Martin had been assaulted in. Apparently Martin was here to take care of that little piece of business.
“Oh, heck yeah. I hadn’t meant that you needed to actually do the building. I was going to get to that…some day.” Tarin said, feeling just slightly awkward at the fact that he’d taken so little action to rectify the dangerous situation that was his alleyway. Martin had come prepared though. “I’d love to have a fence back there. I’ll even help. I’m not awesome with my hands, but you can order me around. First things first, though.” He said, finally setting down the cards and making his way around the counter to stand between his two guests.
“Martin, this is Sebastian, Seb…this is Martin. He ran into a rough character in my alleyway a while back. We spoke that night about making certain those sorts of things stop happening. He’s here to make me good on my promise.” Tarin didn’t mention the other man’s strange powers, if Martin wanted Seb to know more, he’d tell the unicorn man himself.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 15, 2009 21:07:31 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
730
0
May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian looked up from the book selections, relieved to be introduced into the conversation so he didn't have to pretend not to be there. And he didn't have to read books on the afterlife. He wouldn't be going there anytime soon, so there wasn't really a need to study up on it right this second.
“Martin, nice to meet you,” the pale immortal offered a handshake and a friendly smile toward the man with the work gloves. His tail swept in a circle, a friendly hello from behind him. “I'm sorry to hear about your unfortunate incident. It's a shame that we can't simply wish the world into being a better place. It would require quite a bit more effort than wishing; even building walls only keeps small parts of the world safe. The dangers still lurk, except they are someone else's problem.”
It would be perhaps more effective in the long run to reeducate the cities criminals, or start even earlier with the education of the cities children to ensure that the streets were safe. That, however, was decidedly more difficult to arrange than the building of a simple fence.
“If the two of you would like help, I would be glad to offer my assistance at some point.” Or even now, if they were truly thinking of building the fence immediately.
Posted by Martin Stein on Oct 20, 2009 1:28:48 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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0
Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
His head was tilted into his direction as Tarin spoke, the eyes and mind of the other immortal upon his, blue gaze taking in every move he made. His arms were still hanging at his side. And then, after he had ended, a reaction rippled out from him. The hands moved and folded themselves in front of his body, shoulders sinking forward in the process a little bit. Ah my, the man would not have come to it in the near future. And he knows it. A friendly smile appeared on his face, while the rest of his body was still shifting positions, in transition so to speak. "Its no trouble at all. I just hoped it might make for..:" He paused shortly, head spinning with possible endings for the sentence. ... a better place? ... a little more safety? ... "...easier access to the trash bins." OK Martin. You should think harder. That as the most, the most awesome, intelligent sentence you ever said. Not. While Tarin was walking, his body moved, as to have the two of them in his vision. Coincidentally, the door was now at his back. It was an itchy feeling that overcame him, not really a feeling, more a memory. He started shifting positions again, walking slightly to the side, as to have both the door and his two companions in view.
Ah and after Tarins considerate introduction the Unicorn offered him his hand. His glance flashed downward. Hands still covered? Good. Tail still swinging. Very good. The fact that he was not hallucinating was comforting again and again. Even if he had to repeat the words in his head for a while, before he was actually able to believe them. Even if his opposite had a tail. Especially then. And a horn. But it looked kind of nice anyways. and the fact that he was working in a school full of the strangest things was helping a little too. He had seen girls go ghost on him, after all.
He accepted the hand and clasped it moderately, an offer, but not a too enthusiastic one. Or was it that he simply did not wish for his opposite to be crushed? An interesting line of thought. "Es ist mir eine Freude. (Its my pleasure)" And as he spoke, his mind being elsewhere, the accent became a draw, consonants shifting from their usual values, Germanic indeed. German. He had just used the wrong language. Hearing the sounds he had made of his own, seemed to bring back some light into the steel gaze and his smile turned into an apologetic one. The hand fell limp.The eyes of steel flashed at Tarin shortly. "The materiel for the fence will need a few more minutes to arrive. I suggest we wait inside for that time." Polite English with but a hint of foreign sounds. Everything was so different from before. Was it not?
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Nov 5, 2009 18:41:12 GMT -6
Mutant God
DodgerBlue
Straight
3,053
9
Sept 28, 2024 16:46:46 GMT -6
Jules
Tarin nodded at Sebastian’s words as he continued his own introduction to Martin. What the horned man said was definitely true. “We’re doing what was can though, Seb.” Tarin said, “Slowly but surely we’re making a difference too.” He added with a definite nod, mind wandering for a moment to what what laid ahead in Romania. This wasn’t the time to talk that kind of shop, though, they were all about a completely different kind. Martin broke the silence that had followed Sebstian’s comments with sentiment that he thought it would make a better place and Tarin nodded his head, “That it would. I’ve been meaning to do something about that alleyway since I moved here and realized what a magnet for trouble it is.”
The conversation continued, then Martin slipped into….German? Tarin tilted his head, having absolutely no idea what the kid had just said. That in and of itself made Tarin shake his head, Marti wasn’t a kid. They’d had that discussion once before, and Lee had walked in to think he was feeding a minor alcohol. Tarin opened his mouth to comment, then closed it again. Pointing out Martin’s age would be just like outing the other man’s powers. Not everyone was comfortable with that sort of thing, Tairn had learned that the hard way over and over again with Lee. The medium shut his mouth. Sebastian’s mutation was obvious enough and Martin already knew about his own, things would progress in that direction, or they wouldn’t.
Martin pointed out that the materials for the fence wouldn’t be there for a few more moments, and Sebastian offered his help for the building. Tarin grinned at the two other guys, he rarely got to do manly things like building a fence. This was going to be fun. “We’d love the help.” Tarin said, answering for Martin and hoping that the other man was really okay with the acceptance of help.
Tarin tilted his head a moment after he spoke. It was very true that he didn’t do manly building things very often. In fact, he never did manly building things. Martin had gloves on, and he’d mentioned something the first time they’d met about working with his hands…and Sebastian had been around long enough that he should know what he was doing.
“So, how have things been Martin? Did you manage to find a job?” Tarin said to fill the silence and take up time while the three waited for the materials to be delivered.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 12, 2009 19:00:12 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
730
0
May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian was a little startled at the sudden shift in language as he shook Martin's hand, but it seemed more polite to answer in kind.
“Die Freude ist mein,” his German was very rusty, and he couldn't remember if he had conjugated it correctly, but the other man would get the gist of the sentence, he hoped. It had been so long since he had spoken it, that the other man's English was bound to be better than Sebastian's German.
As Martin pointed out, in English again, they had some time to wait before the supplies arrived. Before the manly fence building could commence, it was first necessary to spend some time chatting idly. Sebastian opened his mouth to ask Martin a question, but Tarin beat him to it, asking first about the man's employment.
Sebasitan waited his turn, then asked his own question, “Are you from Germany, then? What brings you to the United States?” As a recent immigrant himself, he was curious to know that sort of thing.
Posted by Martin Stein on Nov 13, 2009 3:54:09 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
760
0
Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
His blue eyes lay on Sebastian, burrowing into him, checking his form, just wandering to the horn once more. It was as if he was caught in a cage of steely blue. His answer had startled him. This much was evident. He hadnt met many people who spoke German here, not many at all, and this person was able to do so immedeately. It was only after Tarin spoke that his gaze, still the quality of high grade steel, turned to Tarin.
"I have been rather well." Barring his little encounter with the police a while before. Any maybe barring his body-swiching experience, but yes he was. "I started working as a gardener again at a place called the Mansion. Its full of people like us." He was quite consciously aware of what he was saying, but this was as far as he would go right now. He still felt quite uneasy about talking about his kind. His eyes flickered upward to the doors, just to check. No one was there. Apparently at least.
Finally, and with a shake of the head, a thin smile appeared on his face, steel gaze vanishing in the depths of his eyes again. His hands were folded in his lap and he inclined his head slightly into the unicorns direction "I am indeed. Please excuse my lapse of language, it sometimes happenes." If the man were from abroad too he might know the problem. Or might not. "I came here... to find change. After quite a long time at one place it became a cecessity for me to just go somewhere else." Truth again. Only truth. Wasnt it always?