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.
"Ya we just ruin people's lives here. But I guess if ya want a boring life again you could stop hanging around with me, cause I seem to attract trouble." Lily rolled her eyes at that. "I suppose so, but where is the fun in that? Besides, you are not the only one who attracts trouble, and when it does happen, I'm gonna need a sidekick." she added with a grin. "Don't worry, Callie will be fine. I can take care of one kid. At least I didn't have to fish this one out of a death trap." she added with a smirk. Well, technically Saphirus was not a kid - might have been older than both of them - but he still was a newcomer to the school. Of course, he was one that could take care of himself. She could tell Shawn was worried about Callie because she was like a lost puppy. Shawn was worried about a lot of things. Being part of the team that runs the school does that to a person. Lily smiled at him. "That reminds me, I never got around to ask you... do you have any siblings?" He just seemed like the type a girl would be lucky to have as a brother. Other girls, anyway.
Juka was despondent. He had been rejected, not once, but twice, at this, Ghosty's most beauitiful of weddings and he just wasn't used to all that rejection. Was he perhaps losing his touch? Unthinkable! People were supposed to adore him because of who he was. Weren't they? But both Shawn and the beautiful red dressed goddess had snubbed him. And here he was, alone at a wedding, in which everyone else was having the grandest of times. All without him.
Juka was preparing to go find a quiet corner to sit in and mope, one in which no one could reject him or make him feel bad, when he heard a familair voice calling him back. His ears perked up and he had to forcibly prevent himself from getting his hopes up. That would never do. She had rejected him once, after all, nothing to prevent her from rejecting him again. But, if she wasn't about to take him back, maybe she had someone else in mind for him? Yes, that must be it.
"You called me, my goddess?" Turning around he caught sight of a man near her who, based on his and her body language, was probably with her. Well, that would explain why he had been rejected then. It plainly had nothing to do with the fact that he was losing his charms and everything to do with the fact that she was all ready with someone and most people were just not that forward thinking as to share witha third party. Unfortunate but completely understandable. His fragile self image was happily repaired.
Juka bowed in the direction of the man with the red dressed goddess, though not with quite the same level of obesience has he had the first time. "I see my goddess is not mine at all but, perhaps, your goddess? You are ever so fortunate to have her, good sir, and I hope you realize that."
Blue eyes were shifted from Slate to the Cake Threat and back with amusement. She was really feeling sorry for the girl and her dress. But the look on Slate’s face? It was priceless.
And the priceless views involving Slate were far from being over. Ghost came and hugged Slate. Alexandra could tell that the Kabal leader didn’t see that one coming either.
“I am Slate. You have my pants.”
And that… was the strangest introduction. Ever. The answer to her own comment came soon after. Well, comments.
“It was... sweeter than I expected.”
Chuckle, chuckle.
“I am sorry to hear that, mr. Slate. I am sure we could find you something more… enjoyable.”
<< ...I am having some problems with overhearing thoughts, at the moments. There are... somewhat embarrassing things going through certain minds, in the vicinity.>>
An eyebrow was arched slightly as blue eyes shifted from person to person, trying to determine whose thoughts were so embarrassing that it could have made Slate spit out a good amount of punch on someone. Her eyes finally stopped on the man that offered her a drink before. Was he-? Alexandra mentally shook her head as her eyes were quickly turned away, just in time to see the incoming Shin. Also, a Sam, trying to get her attention. She nodded slightly in Sam’s direction, to let him know that she’ll come there… as soon as this situation would be over.
"Let me get you a towel, Kokoro-chan. And Slate. Thanks for saving my girlfriend, but honestly... that isn't a free pass at spitting on my family."
Shin captured her attention. Family? Whoa. Alexandra had no idea that the girl, apparently named Kokoro was part of Shin’s family. She sighed. Well, this wedding was full of surprises. Little did she know…
Sebastian joined the group as well, followed by a girl with green tipped hair. However, Alexandra didn’t pay too much attention to this as soon, she found herself being distracted by something much more surprising.
" My apologies, I guess I got distracted and wasn't necessarily looking at the glass. The knife, however..."
And, with a twist of his wrist, the man made the knife disappear from her hand and appear into his own. Wait…” Her hand was grasping now the air. Her hand slid to the side, while she glared at the man with suspicious eyes. She’d seen that before. In Colombia.
." The knife. A blade should never be overlooked, especially in such capable hands."
Capable hands? Blue eyes were narrowed as she turned her body toward the man. Identical powers shouldn’t have been such a surprise for her considering the growing mutant population, of course. What was his name? Ronald? Roland?
However, she was soon to find out that names were not important. With a quick move, the man was next to her, whispering in her ear.
." I've missed you since Colombia. We should get reacquainted properly. Dean Adwin, pleasure to meet you."
Alexandra gasped, eyes widening slightly as the man returned to his original position, his hand extended toward her. For a moment she felt like a small mouse trapped in a corner while the feline starred hungrily at her. This was the same man from Colombia. The man that could blow up her cover in no time. Sky blue eyes were locked on the man in front of her. Dean, he said. A man of many names. And many faces apparently.
Her own hand was extended, wrapping around Dean’s as the usual mask was placed back on her face. She smiled brightly. “Alexandra Kettler. Nice to meet you as well.” Meanwhile, her thoughts were directed to the blue eyed Kabal leader.
Ted wasn't sure what they thought of his powers. Maybe they thought they were weak and maybe they thought they were cool. Whatever they thought it was clear that none seemed as impressed as Twyla was when he first explained his powers to her. Somehow when they were talking he never got to asking her about her powers. He listened to each as they all explained their powers. Emerald seemed to have two completely different sets of powers. She was right. They didn't go together at all, but since she didn't argue with it, then who was he to argue with what worked when he'd been here probably the shortest amount of time out of all of the people sitting at the table.
Twyla had very cool powers. Or that's what Teddy thought. Her powers, and his, could prove very useful if they were playing hide and seek as a team. He seemed like they all had pretty cool powers. Although he did have to admit, Emeralds suggestion to Gawain's powers would have made his all that much cooler. What made sitting at this table even cooler was the fact that not only did all of them have very cool powers, but they all had unique powers that none of them had any relation to. None of them had anything specific that they shared with each other. The closest they came was Ted turning into stuffed animals and Emerald turning into a wolf. But other than that the people's powers were different and very cool.
Emerald grinned broadly at the wink, she would defiantly be trying that with the mirror boy soon. It seemed like far to much of a good opportunity to pass up if she didn’t, she would let him practice but as soon as he was ready, she would be a motorcycle ridding wolf girl, going through a mirror! Now that sounded like a fun day and now that Emerald had observed Twyla’s powers she had come to a conclusion.
“So Lemme get this straight we have two stealth people at the table, a teleporter more or less and one physical fighter.” Emerald began with that wolfish smile still on her face. “We have a pretty diverse group in this little table don’t we? This day has turned out to be far more entertaining than I thought it would be.”
The wolf girl was very much enjoying herself now, it looked like things may be shaping up for her more than they had been. It was actually nice coming back to the mansion after all that time she had spent away from it. The good thing was her ‘duty’ that she had to do was mostly done now and she could catch up with all what she had missed among the X men.
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"Sidekick? Me?" Streak said disbelieving. "If anyone would be a sidekick it would be you. I've got news for ya sweetie. The sidekick is the one who uses the leaders things. Just like Robin uses Batman's tools." He commented smiling. He was just messing around with her, mainly because he didn't use a sidekick. Sidekick was a term that seemed to specify someone lacking in skills, more like an apprenticeship. Team mates, what they were, was something that implied a type of equality and didn't really define if someone was a leader of the group or not. Team mate also seemed to imply a certain aspect of listening and sharing of ideas that contribute to the success of their missions.
"Well you don't right now. But you'd be surprised at what people wander into at the mansion." Streak said smiling at her. He knew she was thinking of Saphirus when she said this. He wondered if she sort of blamed him for not shutting off the systems before he'd gotten into the mess that he did. Lily brought up an interesting subject next as he continued to eat his food. "Ya I've got an older brother and a younger sister who is living here at the mansion. Speaking of which. Where is she? I haven't seen her at the wedding yet so I don't know if she decided to come or not." He thought he saw her over by the drinks. She was a little loopy and he thought that it would be better to introduce Lily to her than introducing her to Emerald. "What about you? Are you an only child?" he said. Streak was curious in case he ever needed to know things about her family before something serious happened.
"Sidekick? Me? If anyone would be a sidekick it would be you. I've got news for ya sweetie. The sidekick is the one who uses the leaders things. Just like Robin uses Batman's tools." Lily grinned at Shawn. This was one of the few topics when she enjoyed annoying people. Namely, Mr. Full-of-Silver. "Or the leader is the one who does things, and the sidekick is the one with the silver supply." she nodded seriously, and hid her grin by sipping her drink. "Ya I've got an older brother and a younger sister who is living here at the mansion. Speaking of which. Where is she? I haven't seen her at the wedding yet so I don't know if she decided to come or not." Now that was something new. Lily blinked in surprise. "You have a sister in the Mansion?..." she laughed "How come I didn't know about that?" She glanced around. What a surprise. She might have even met the girl, and never suspected she was Shawn's sister. Weird. She tried to imagine how different it would be if she had a brother in the Mansion. Someone with abilities, like her. Human parents' support can only do so much. Not that she was complaining. "What about you? Are you an only child?" "Yup, that I am." she nodded, then smirked at him "Never would have guessed, huh?" True, she was the stereotypical only child to boot. Daddy's little girl. She grinned and shook her head. Having a roommate will do her a great deal of good. "Does your bother have abilities too?"
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Gawain’s hand was larger than Maya’s had been, but that stood to reason, right? It still surprised Twyla though when the hand placed in her palm wasn’t the same as the hand that had drug her around a park on a Saturday afternoon. “Alright, prepare to be amazed lady and gent as I make my lovely assistant’s hand disappear.” With the hand still held above the table in her palm Twyla’s brown eyes made a dramatic sweep across the two other people at the table and her lips quirked into a grin. A few deep breaths and Twyla could again focus herself enough to let her powers go to work. Relaxing her hand she watched as it changed colors to fit with the scene behind it. Her grip loosened on Gawain’s hand and the color began to creep across his fingertips. Soon it looked as if they were both missing appendages. “Tah-dah.” She said with a laugh before letting go of Gawain’s hand, which promptly reappeared.
“I think your summation is about right. Except I don’t know how stealthy I could be, when I get freaked out I’m pretty noticeable...” Was her reply for Emerald. Images of herself in a cat suit spying on the Bad Guys were ruined by the image of herself screaming every time she heard a loud noise. Twyla was useless when she was scared or nervous–like when she had been racing down a hill on a borrowed skateboard and she'd screamed the whole way down. “I think it’d be fun to see how all of our powers played out in a game like tag.” Wait, not tag, Twyla couldn’t run quickly for anything. Something like hide and seek would be more to her strengths but she’d definitely have an unfair advantage.
Absently brown eyes drifted over the crowds. There were so many people here that she didn’t know--she was lucky she’d found a few familiar faces and a friendly new one.
"Yea, that's me." he responded after taking another sip from his glass. So, she was Streak's sister. Kind of made him wonder why they haven't really interacted with each other considering that they're brothers shared an office and were good friends. Maybe she wasn't that social?? Then again neither was Dominic himself. He wasn't as timid as he used to but perhaps he could branch out a little more and mingle. He'd start with Alison. No reason they couldn't be good friends. She looked cool enough.
>>"It reminds me of apples."
As much as he wanted to do an anime style face fault at her words, reality prevented him from doing so. Still, he couldn't help but chuckle. Maybe she's never had Cider before. "That's because it's apple cidar. I love that stuff. It's good, isn't it?" a smirked tugged the corner of his lips. "How long have you been here at the mansion?"
>>“Alright, prepare to be amazed lady and gent as I make my lovely assistant’s hand disappear.”
Gawain smirked and bit his tongue to keep all the possible cheeky comments from spilling over. He just let Twyla do her little show. Besides, he was kinda amazed how completely she managed to make his hand disappear. He wiggled his fingers in her hand, but he only saw a slight trace of a movement above the table. He could feel Bubblegum's small hand in his clearly. But couldn't see it. Impressive. He just started to get some ideas when Twyla let go of his hand, and said hand reappeared above the table. Gawain flexed his fingers and grinned. "Cool."
>>“So Lemme get this straight we have two stealth people at the table, a teleporter more or less and one physical fighter. We have a pretty diverse group in this little table don’t we?”
Gawain nodded. It was a mainly correct summary. Even though his powers were not exactly teleporting, not to mention he was also a shifter, although he had no intention admitting that anytime soon.
>>“I think your summation is about right. Except I don’t know how stealthy I could be, when I get freaked out I’m pretty noticeable... I think it’d be fun to see how all of our powers played out in a game like tag.”
Gawain grinned at Twyla. Tag. Yeah, right.
"I can tell ya that. Emmy here would beat all of us in a fair game, and I could beat her in a room full of mirrors. We could prolly beat her in hide-'n'-seek... if she was hidin'." he summarized, leaning back in his chair "Still, it's a pretty good team. We should hit the danger room when it's not full of wedding."
her information was correct. The brother of shawns best friend, Sam who he even shared a office with if she was correct. That still didn't change the matter that somebody actually spoke to her for once. This didn't happen very often to her. Most people just avoided her seemingly. It was probably because she was somewhat of a odd girl, with some very odd habits. Maybe it was because she spent so much time in the books then at social events. "That's because it's apple cidar. I love that stuff. It's good, isn't it?"
She shyed away for a while as he explained her why it reminded her of apples. She pulled a short and shy smile. She had no clue how to react as she looked down when she smiled. This was getting very akward to her and probably to dominic too. It was her fault though.
"How long have you been here at the mansion?"
Something she could work with, numbers to be precise. She started counting back and pulled a thinking face. She counted a few numbers together, talking without actually saying words and came up with a answer. "4 weeks, 3 days, 21 hours, Aproximatly." She said while she looked at dominic and pulled another shy smile. She had her glass down already and looked away shortly when she took a sip, as if she was ashamed that she did. She didn't know if it was rude to drink while looking at somebody.
Very many things were happening around him. Slate was not good with very many things, when they happened all at the same time. Particularly when they all required his attention.
The bride stiffened on his back, then shook shook shook his hand.
Kokoro’s knife disappeared from Circe’s hand and appeared in the too-close man’s.
Imposter and Master were in his mind with a continuing shake shake shake.
Also, Katrina was speaking in his mind still (and sounding somewhat odd). And it occurred to Slate then, as it hadn’t in months, that he had the power to make people simply... disappear. The blue-eyed teenager looked at Koga. His eyes narrowed in clear evaluation. For starters, there would be backgrounds checks and interviews: this was the price of pressing one’s wet lips against Katrina’s innocent face. They would see about the need for disappearances, later.
Hmm. If he was disappearing someone on a non-Kabal related matter, should he still run it past his advisors for approval? His eyes blinked back to Sebastian, who was suddenly here with everyone else, bringing another person to his attention: a girl who, perhaps, was not dressed for the occasion. Employment?
“We have many positions available,” he stated neutrally. “What kind of jobs do you prefer?” Was Sebastian recommending her on a Labs basis, or a Kabal basis? Was it appropriate to discuss Kabal business while the bride was still shake shake—
Oh, she had stopped. His hand felt tingly in the aftermath, as if it were still in motion.
>> "I don't have your pants right now, but I'm sure we can arrange for your pants to find you again. They're all mended and pressed, ready for delivery."
“I would appreciate that, Ms. Csendes. Though if you need them again, feel free to ask.” It was true. She could ask. He would make certain to always wear boxers, just in case; if there was anything he had learned from the King Pharmaceuticals fight, it was the unpredictability of one’s state of pantsfulness.
>> “So uh-what do you do, Mister Slate?"
“I run Mondragon Labs. Also, I rebuilt a school in Colombia. I was attempting to go to high school at the Mansion, as well, but I failed all my classes.” He blinked, and took another sip of his punch. “I am not an imposter. Why is Calley your Master?” He did not think to mention his power, but a partial answer had still worked its way in.
>> <<Houston. We have a problem.>>
What is it? Slate asked, his head beginning to hurt. It was then that he realized he hadn’t yet replied to Katrina.
Is Koga someone you value? It was not the most relevant question at the time, but he would keep her answer in mind if and when the background check returned poor results.
“I run Mondragon Labs. Also, I rebuilt a school in Colombia. I was attempting to go to high school at the Mansion, as well, but I failed all my classes.”
Ambitious, yet polite. It was bizarre coming out of Calley's irascible face.
“Mind if I interrupt?”
General geniality turned into a beaming ray of happy. That beam swiveled for a brief moment to her new husband before focusing on the introduced Verdigris. "How do you do?" Ghost dipped in her stiff dress before offering a quick shake of the hand. She'd make sure to make this one brief as opposed to the wringing she'd introduced to Mister Slate's hand.
“I am not an imposter. Why is Calley your Master?”
The beam of happy disengaged and in its place a brief moment of confusion. Calley had told him? Well, it wasn't really a secret. "I'm not rightly sure, M--Sir, but cats do have a way of claiming people. Just as people have a tendency to bend their will to match that of a cats'." Mostly it was for the cuddles and the occasional bonus mouse. She had been a brave soldier to accept her bonus mouse after last winter's Cerebra adventure.
“…Would you honor me with the first dance of the evening?”
And just like that the beam of happy was re-engaged. He didn't even have to ask, but she liked the asking anyway. Ghost looped her arm in Sebastian's and was all too ready to be swept away. "Thank you for being generous in Columbia." Even though she didn't know anything about the situation, he had built a school. And that deserved thanks.
Ghost dipped again before letting herself be taken away for what was fast becoming their favorite pastime: dancing. There was only one thing left to do before they reached the dance floor. Ghost pat the man with the knife on the shoulder. "Save me a piece of cake, please."
Posted by Silver Streak on Dec 7, 2009 18:04:51 GMT -6
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"Oh contra-re." Streak said continuing their banter. He knew that she was thoroughly enjoying this little back and forth they were having. He was only happy to oblige. Besides it let him know where she thought they stood. "The leader... me..." He pointed at himself, "does the grunt work and supplies the silver. The sidekick... you..." Streak once again pointed at her, "looks at the leader in awe and then does something after the leader provides the silver for the sidekick to do some work." He didn't attempt to hide his smirk like she did. He didn't feel the need. They were just messing around with each other anyways. Nothing that seemed like either party was taking this seriously enough to be offended by anything either said.
Streak nodded. "Well, it's simple. You never asked before." The silver mutant told Lily matter of factly. "Actually I think I would have been surprised if you said you weren't an only child. Besides I think you mentioned that you were when we were talking once." Shawn took the moment to take a sip of his drink. "As far as I know he doesn't. But I haven't talked to him in a while. I don't really talk to anyone from my family that doesn't live here." he said meaning Alison. He was really busy most of the time and even if he wanted to he didn't think that his family wanted to talk to him. Streak didn't even get much time to spend with Alison, although he did seem to think that if Alison needed him he would drop whatever it was he was doing to help her. Family was important, and even though he considered everyone at the mansion family there were only a select few that he would drop everything for to help. Alison was one, Raina was another, Sam was a third. There were a few more that he couldn't think of immediately but Lily was quickly making her way into the small group.
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>>"I'll punish him in the name of the moon if you need me too, Tetsuya-san. Nah, forget Sailor Moon, I might have to go Chun-Li on him."
"Oh no, that won't be neccessary," Shin replied with a lilting laugh. Wait. A lilting laugh? Yes. He responded with a lilting laugh, rather than a guffaw (or even a chortle). Because, yes. Kokoro was cracking her knuckles, and talking about fighting already. Which boded poorly for the blue-eyed healer they were facing. Shin held an ounce of gratitude towards him. That saved Slate. Shin shook his head at Kokoro, mouthing 'stand down'.
In retrospect, it might have looked like 'canned clown'. Oh dear.
Another oh-dear. Shin's focus returned to Slate, just in time to see the man being snuggled by the pride. Er, bride. Had Ghost been... drinking, would you say? Or maybe that was just what tear-jerking weddings did to some brides. Shin certainly knew he'd been through a roller coaster ceremony before Slate's saliva had sent the whole ride crashing down.
And, wait... had he heard right? "Pants?" His head tilted. Was it polite to gawk at savers of girlfriends? Shin had no qualms regarding this.
Though, it seemed Slate had some qualms about staying to pal around with the Shinbo family. One quick "Noted", and he was on his way... Shin followed him with his eyes, all the way to...
"Koga." Shin's focus reeled in on the color-changing lizard boy with the glass full of alcoholic substance. Wait, was that what he thought it was? First things, first... "Koga, come over here so you can meet my cousin! And give me that champagne. That's not fruit punch. Though, Kokoro here has fruit punch, if you," What was he saying? Shin juggled a second conversation in his head. He walked over to Kokoro, after waving Koga over, and nodded towards Kasumi. "Kokoro, this is Kasumi. My girlfriend. Kasumi, my cousin Kokoro. The punch-covered lady in red."
"Sorry," He whispered to Kokoro, expecting a jab for his joke. "It's kind of funny, though..." His voice dropped.