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.
Kai chuckled when she said interesting ‘people’. “Yeah, I bet.” Did they really just watch movies and play games the rest of the time? He guessed that if it was about the people, he and Cam could live here, hang out and get to know other mutants, and still have time to run their shop.
“My brother and I just got a tour from some really nice kids- Do you know Koga and Shin? Anyway, it seems like a really cool place. We never really dreamed that there would be such a big community of mutants. I mean, we heard rumors that New York was the place to be, but when we got here, there were a bunch of raids and actions against mutants, so we never really met anyone. And now things are changing and people aren’t afraid to be out in the open anymore. Isn’t that interesting? How fast things can change?” He was rambling. He should stop rambling.
He ducked his head and peeked out from under half closed eyes. Did she think he was totally stupid now? Oh well. Nothing to do now. Besides, nothing could touch him today.
People sometimes talked about their “happy place”, but for Kai it was more of a set of circumstances. Today, for example was gorgeous, sunny, and most importantly, things were beginning to show new signs of life. Spring was his happy place and it was all around him.
>>“My brother and I just got a tour from some really nice kids- Do you know Koga and Shin?”
Koga? Shin? The Greeks ears perked and she turned her head to fully look at Kai. So he had received a tour from shin, same as she had... Hopefully his had gone better than hers.
>>”Anyway, it seems like a really cool place. We never really dreamed that there would be such a big community of mutants. I mean, we heard rumors that New York was the place to be, but when we got here, there were a bunch of raids and actions against mutants, so we never really met anyone. And now things are changing and people aren’t afraid to be out in the open anymore. Isn’t that interesting? How fast things can change?”
Andrea nodded. She had felt the same way before leaving Greece. Of course, being locked away within the same walls for so long tended to do that to people- hinder how they perceived things and thought. Personally, she had assumed that things were much different in the US than in her country, she had been wrong of course. Here one could walk down the street and eyes would follow, curious whispers could be heard, and people were not afraid to ask questions or attack another verbally. She had dreamed that in a place where others like her lived, people would be much more open to her plight. Her parents could have done her a favor a long time ago, by informing her that her dreams were just that- only dreams.
But, that was a different and unhappy subject altogether. She smiled, aimed at him while he was ducking and thinking to himself, and spoke her thoughts on the matter. “Very interesting,” Her eyes returned to where ever he was walking them. It was a sad subject to think upon- life and its churning uncertainness. One moment the two of them were walking happily- carefree- through a garden, and the next they could wind up running for the lives, or fighting to live. “It is interesting and frightening at the same time... I do hope for the sake of our kind that things continue to change for the better...”
“I’m sure things will keep getting better.” He said firmly, despite rather large flickers of doubt. “Probably slowly…”
Kai looked around. He had been lost in his thoughts while they were walking and now he was really lost. “Uhh, do you know where we are going? I never really figured out how the grounds were laid out.”
They were still in a garden-y type area, but not near the main buildings. There was the road! Right in front of them. Neat little houses sat along it in rows in front of tidy lawns. Everything was peaceful and quie—CRASH!
Kai glanced around, alert. “What was that?”
It sounded like breaking glass. Which, where he was from, meant a robbery. He started towards the sound, cautiously. No need to make a big scene if there was nothing funny going on. It could have been an accident. Someone dropping something, or a stray ball going through a window. His gut told him otherwise.
Lost in her own personal thoughts, Andrea couldn't think of anything to answer back. Instead, she focused on the sky above... It was a lovely shade of blue today... with speckled white clouds. The crash, and Kai's sudden stop forced her slam on her foot breaks before she slammed into the boy. Her eyes shot in the direction she was looking, and a feeling of dread washed over her. "....I don't...h-hey!" Reaching out as he started off slowly, her feet refused to follow him. She was uncertain if they should head toward the sound of a possible crime... or an accident. though, if it was an accident, surely someone would need help. On the other hand, if it was a break in heading toward it only spelled danger....
Andreas lips thinned into a tight line, one filled with down curiosity and apprehension... She couldn't let him go alone, not if she ever wanted to be able to live with her conscience again. "Hey... wait up!"
Trotting behind, she caught up with him and shuffled along side quietly. She wasn't a hero... that much she knew... but, if there was some way she could help, (even if it was just using frightened shrieks to draw attention) she was willing to assume a heroic role. The image of herself and Kai sporting capes and spandex sprang to mind, and her frown twitched into a smile. Trying to sweep those thoughts away only brought on inquisitions about what color of spandex she would look best in, and whether or not they made synthetic gloves to match.... But, back to the issue at hand. "What do you think it was?" She whispered, as if there was some diabolical mastermind hiding just around the corner eavesdropping.
Kai didn’t intend to, but he seemed to be leading the charge across the street. Or at least a party of concerned or curious neighbors. When he rounded the last corner and could see clearly across the pavement he knew that he was right to come over and investigate.
The house in question was a stately looking brick house with beautiful flower beds and a well kept lawn. And a gaping, jagged hole in the large front window of the house.
“There’s someone in there!” Kai whispered to Andrea.
Who? Why? Maybe he could find out without having to get any closer to the potentially dangerous robber. He asked the grass what had happened and they told him they felt feet and small pieces of breaking glass. Pretty non-descript. Could the house plants help? Tell me where the robber is? Please…?
It was really weird. Maybe he was too far away, but there didn’t seem to be any plants in the house. At all. But no one who kept their yarn THAT immaculate didn’t also have flowers or something inside. Plants made a house homey. Kai knew that they had to be there, he just couldn’t seem to reach them.
“I’m going to get closer.” He said, still in hushed tones.
Posted by Martin Stein on May 6, 2010 12:32:01 GMT -6
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
Why was it, that the 'gardeny type areas' were so neat and clean? Because some quiet ghost had walked past that erased all the not so pretty parts. And today the not so pretty part was weeding out the weeds. The crouching and pulling. The entering into a stack of different herbs, some of them even edible, most of them just a nuisance, that left every gardener cringing with hurt knees and an aching back. But fear not you cringing gardeners, or so the advertisements proclaimed, there are numerous companies who have in store for you the exact solution for your problems. More of a mixture really, concoction of different toxins interrupting maybe photosynthesis on a molecular level, these suspensions, highly toxic in themselves.
He was walking around with a yellow spraying flask as well as being clothed in some pretty attire. The all white of the one time painters gown was really pretty. Combined with a face mask, he looked really more like an alien then anything that should belong into this part of the Mansion grounds. And the matter of the fact was: This alien was hunting. Hunting for those little green things that marred the lawn. They got dosed with a healthy bit of the whatever that sloshed around in its yellow bottle. A something really, that he would not tell the origin of. Something that was a little bit more perhaps then the usual gardening chemical. A little bit more toxic? And would surely never again be seen in this incarnation on this earth. His earth.
He was a gardener after all. And totally harmless. With his poison spray. Doing harmless things. Just poisoning.
At least thats what he wanted to make everyone believe..... So the next tiny spark of other-green got its dose of herbicide, while his eyes continued scanning the ground.
-CRASH-
And he was curiously continuing his way down a road he had not previously included in his plans. It sounded after all, like breaking glass.
Posted by Sebastian on May 10, 2010 21:57:57 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The mansion only had one newspaper delivered. Today, someone else had gotten to it before Sebastian had. They had shredded it, dipped in liquid paste, and spread it in thin layers across an elastic form. Without even reading it. Except for, perhaps, the Saturday comics, which had been carefully set aside for later. This custom was apparently called “paper maché”.
He had been too tired at the time to inquire any further than that. Some people needed their coffee to wake up. Sebastian needed his newspaper. The convenience store on the corner had it. The rest was simple enough to figure out.
The unicorn shifter was halfway back to the mansion, newspaper tucked firmly under his arm, when he realized that he was still wearing his red silk bathrobe over his blue and white striped pajamas. He was a three fourths of the way back when he completely forgot about his attire once again.
A *crrsshchinkle* of glass breaking grabbed his attention and yanked his brain thoroughly into the conscious realm. Sebastian turned his head this way, and that, trying to see the source of the disturbance. A window was broken. A tall, heavy floor lamp was leaning out of it. The lampshade dangled precariously for a moment, then fell and caught on a flowering pink bleeding heart beneath the sill.
Inside the frame of the sill a man struggling to hold a large electronic device, the flat kind that played moving pictures. He was frozen. His gaze traveled out through the window to the pale man in the bathrobe then shifted to the small group marching over from the mansion gate.
CRRSH!
whump.
The large flat screened device met the floor. Sebastian's newspaper met the sidewalk.
The thief was already running for the back of the house, intent on escape. The immortal was running for the side of the house, intent on heading him off.
Oh dear... Getting closer? her eyes moved once more traveled to the house before them. A house which was getting closer with every step.. A crash echoed from within the house, and she caught sighed of a flash of a person darting off around the corner of the house. Blinking, she paused to glance around the street.... so many people were spying from within there homes, glancing around curtains and over couches, surely one of them had thought to call the police?...right?
"Are you sure we should?" She whispered back to Kai. Honestly she didn't like the idea of entering some strangers property... though, if it was to save someones life she could surely get over it, but still. Cowardly or not, she was not match for most people... let alone a brazen criminal. With a glance sideways at her cautious partner, she dearly hoped that he at least knew what he was doing. Drawing closer to the home, she got a better peek inside, from just outside the broken window. Shattered glass littering the ground made her glad that this time she was wearing actual shoes instead of slippers. The view from inside was a mess, more so that she would have expected. Chairs were over turned, anything that had previously been on tables or shelves had been thrown to the floor in a hurry. Andrea gulped, and spotted a figure darting quickly out the back of a hall way that connected to the living room.
"Kai! There!"
Her hushed, panicked words were accompanied by lots of pointing and arm waving, as well as a little bouncing on her toes. Her adrenaline level shot through the roof, and for a moment she honestly though she would pass out as the living room in front of her tilted, then righted itself. She wasn't used to crime fighting...or any of the hand shaking nervousness it often brought with. She turned expectant eyes to Kai, waiting for him to make the first move. She would follow, it's what she always did... she just couldn't lead. Much too much pressure in leading.
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What started out as a curious and somewhat leisurely stroll across the street turned into a series of quick, brief events. The rational part of Kai’s brain would have to figure out the order of everything later, in the moment he was all about instantaneous reaction. When he heard footsteps behind him, he assumed they belonged to other mansion residents coming to help, so his stride became more confident. There was strength in numbers. And when he saw a super white dude in a bathrobe, he would have stopped for a moment- He looks awfully familiar…
“Yea, it’ll be fine.” He reassured Andrea, even as he looked at the chaos stretched out before them. It sounded kind of corny, even in his head, but there was a wrong being committed here and he felt obligated to help right it.
Then another, louder crash and he could see through the window that a suspicious-looking individual had dropped a rather expensive looking television. The pale man took off around the house, darn quick, too. The intruder also started running.
>>"Kai! There!" Andrea bounced up and down and pointed.
Well that’s no way to stay incognito, but… Kai’s ‘hero instinct’ took over and he climbed cautiously through the window, picking up the shaft from a standing lamp that was knocked over. “Come on,” he coaxed, offering her a hand. Then he whispered his super-secret plan. “I’ll set up a trap with the bleeding heart bush in case he tries to escape this way.” Behind them, the little hearts and the branches they were attached to began to swell. It was a good plan.
Posted by Martin Stein on May 16, 2010 18:48:27 GMT -6
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The yellow-bearing, white-coated man was, unlike his fellow pedestrians, be their presence as accidental as his, quite able to keep at least the appearance of a slow pace, nonetheless increasing in velocity as he walked up to the scene of the break-in, where only a broken window next to a broken tv was left of the unbidden intruder. And he was left alone with the broken window, as all others had decided to chase whomever had done this around the house and out of his sight. He tried to listen for them a short while, if maybe he could hear their voices, but the only thing he picked up was the rapid pace of running steps, heavily falling, down like raindrops, quenching the thirst, of the mind, not the ground. And so he saw what was in the house.
Two youngsters. One of them the distinctly green color of someone he had met already. But he couldn't quite place where. The other one was only barely visible. A hunched back. And something other, green too, was wiggling its way around. Weeds as he noted. Weeds growing at an alarming rate. Nothing new really for the gardener in him. Thats why he was carrying that bottle after all. But this green stuff had seen just a little too much of steroid to be still considered normal in its growing patterns. So Mutants? Also: They were kids. Strange kids. So his first action, rather then getting inside and helping them, was to get out a small black booklet from somewhere in those white clothes and reading up on a green girl.
While somewhere else, a thief was running around the house. To get to the streets probably. Where his car was parked. Somehow the loot would have to disappear after all. And the roadway was in his back, was it not? Running in circles. Back to them.
Posted by Sebastian on May 21, 2010 12:00:32 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian reached the back door at the same time as the thief. Their eyes met, on either side of a door that was ajar. It was just long enough to get a good look at the man, or boy rather, for he was not quite fully grown. Dark messy hair. Dark eyes. Bits of patchy stubble where it was almost, but not quite, possible to grow a bread. Surprise, then smirk.
The pale immortal lunged for the doorknob too late. The door had slammed closed again. A heavy clunk would seem to indicated that the deadbolt had been drawn. Sebastian huffed his disappointment and place his pale hand on the door for a moment, briefly contemplating what to do next. His hand. The immortal stared at it.
It was tan, with pale scars where Ghost's fingertips had left some of their skin. But that was backwards. His hand was the paler of the two, not the darker.
Almost as soon as he had noticed it, the strange phenomenon had ended. Whichever strange shadow had passed overhead was gone now and his hand was back to normal.
Another crash from inside informed him that it was time to get moving. The lanky teen burglar seemed to be heading for the front of the house again. There had been a group or people on that side of the building, but Sebastian had no way of knowing if they were going to help or not, so he couldn't just wait around by the back door forever. He turned tail and ran back around the front again.
A man with a spray tank of some sort stood waiting there. Sebastian blurted, “Did you see...” then he recognized the Kabal employee. “Martin.”
He had some things to talk about with the other man about, namely stabbing people in the elbow, but now was not the time.
“Did the thief come through the front door?”
This time the crash from inside was even louder than before, and it left the unicorn man standing with his jaw hanging open for just a second. Perhaps it was time to let himself in after all.
“I'm going in,” he stated out loud as he walked through the bleeding heart bush and put his hands on the windowsill. He winced as a shard of glass sliced into his palm, but knew it would heal quickly. He prepared to lift his leg over the sill, but his leg didn't lift.
Strangely enough, stalks of shrubbery had wound around his legs and no manner of shaking them or stepping was going to free him. Little pink hearts danced back and forth energetically with each effort. He was stuck.
Nodding, Andrea grasped the offered hand and followed him further in. They passed by the abandoned TV, as well as a wall full of family pictures. Andrea spied a man and a woman with two children in a portrait- smiling brightly with their gazes all pointed off to the left just a little. A deep frown captured her lips, and she turned back to watch where she was going. "I feel so bad for the people who live here... it must be just terrible to have your home broken into..." As she walked, she made sure to step over things that had been knocked from a shelf to her left, including the shattered pieces of a vase. It would be terrible to slice her foot open this far from home... and bleeding all over another carpet was something to avoid as well. Off ahead of them, she heard footsteps heading their way and halted. Up ahead, silhouetted in the doorway to the kitchen, stood the thief.
"Kai...?" Andrea started, unsure of what exactly to do. She lifted a hand to her glasses, fiddling with them nervously. The boy seemed to pause, quietly considering how much of a threat they were, before he started forward again. Step by step he came closer to them, his hands moving to the back of his pants- where he withdrew a short bat that he had stuffed through his belt. Andrea felt an itching sensation creep up from the hand that Kai still held, and as they boy stepped ever closer- brandishing his bat threateningly- Andrea felt the sensation jump up her arm to swallow the rest of her body. She jerked her hand back out of Kai's grasp in surprise and ripped her coat off, convinced that there were bugs of some sort on her. Once the coat was on the floor however, and her arms were free, she spotted her flesh and screamed. Her arms had washed into pale peach... something she had not expected to see.
Turning, Andrea spotted herself in the reflection of a mirror behind her down the hall, and froze in her tracks. Brown hair... she had brown hair! Blinking, she reached up carefully to touch her cheek and realized suddenly that she could feel it through her gloves... On top of that, she realized that she was seeing herself in color- full color! Not just her coat or her gloves... Overwhelmed, the Greek backed into the wall on the opposite side of the hall and ripped a glove off to stare at her warm flesh colored hand. The thief had been put off by her sudden freak out, and was standing a few arms lengths away watching the two who blocked his exit through wary eyes.
They were in enemy territory and the land around them was revenged, spotted with flecks of broken glass and other signs of destruction. He waded in carefully, cautiously. The damsel followed close behind, but was clearly concerned about the potential danger they were headed into.
They reached the kitchen without incident, but suddenly, the assailant loomed in the doorway! He was menacing looking, with his scruffy appearance (which was really just in Kai’s mind) and his short bat, deftly wielded. But really, how much practice did one need with a bat? You swing it around and hit things with it. Even so, the other rooms attested to his practice, so Kai eyed the weapon warily, wondering the best way to attack. The floor lamp in his free hand now felt awkward and unevenly weighted. He would have to adjust his fighting strategy-
His plans were interrupted by a shriek. Apparently Andrea was more frightened then he thought! But no, she ran over to the mirror…
Both Kai and the robber stared at her, frozen for a moment. The robber recovered first, growling “Move!” at them.
Kai ignored the man, his eyes noticing something. “Andrea?” he asked calmly, “Why are you no longer green?” He moved towards her to investigate when the thief rushed past him and towards the window again. “We’ve got him!” he cried, confident in his trap, and joined in the excitement of the chase by running after him.
Posted by Martin Stein on Jun 8, 2010 14:21:25 GMT -6
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
As he found himself facing a rather odd, but not wholly unknown contestant in solving the near-mystery of broken window glass supporting a white tail and a horn it became quite clear to him, that everything was not as usual. Why was this person here, connected to him through channels that he wanted deeply buried around the mansion. He thought he had deeply buried. And meeting this man here, even for a second, was just not good at all. It was a crack showing up in a still perfectly good disguise. A crack he neither needed nor wanted.
Inventing new masks was something that took time and effort. Especially since he was a time manipulator and not someone who could change his face that much. Dirt did wonders sometimes though. As for his mask: Upon seeing his fellow conspirator his eyes beamed in recognition, while his expression hardened, giving away his darker thoughts. This mask was an honest one in regards to feelings. The gardener had nothing to hide after all.
So, while the trains of thoughts progressed still, the Immortal opened his mouth in return to answer the queries of his fellow kabalee. Only to let out a muffled and somewhat disbelieving huff at the plants which had suddenly started to act on their own and entangle the unicorned man. He could have sworn that these shrubs had been planted there with a purpose. But not with the one of ensnaring unsuspecting visitors. So the mutated batch of formerly decorative part of this suburban hinterland got, after he had taken a few careful steps in their direction, their healthy dose of the liquid sloshing around lazily in its container under his arm. Poison really was a good thing to have around he judged mentally, as his mouth opened a second time to greet the fellow mutant with more then action.
Something else happened instead.
There was pain.
Great pain.
And all he could do was groan.
The container dropped to the ground. The liquid protested.
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 12, 2010 14:32:11 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The bleeding hearts danced. Martin glared daggers at him. Someone jumped out of the window and landed on a squishy pile of immortals. For a moment they were nothing but a tangle of arms, legs, and shrubbery. The back of Sebastian's head hit something hard with a metallic clunk. Someone's fist hit him in the face. He wasn't even sure if it was on purpose.
“Argh,” he swatted at the hands that were trying to hit him, and tried to grab them. The pain in his palms that accompanied this action was excruciating and he let go immediately. His hands were a bloody mess from the glass, and they were the wrong color. He didn't get long to examine them or wonder why they weren't healing at their normal rate before another fist came flying towards his face.
Noses weren't supposed to make crunching noises, were they?
The flashing lights were probably not a good sign, either. Red, blue, red, blue. Lots and lots of red. Black.
The thief scrambled up from the tangle just in time to see a squad car pull up in front of the house. No, make that three squad cars. He brushed his hands on his pants and approached the cars with a wide grin on his face.
“Officers,” he announced, careful not to make any threatening moves, “These mutie freaks were trying to break into this house. I stopped them for you.”