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.
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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.
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Posted by waitingtovan on Mar 24, 2010 17:26:07 GMT -6
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If Van had been born with a poet's imagination he would have said that that kissing Etta caused angels to sing and radiant, heavenly lights to shine in front of his eyes. The boy was not a poet. He got along with images much better than words and so his mind described the scene in terms of images and feelings rather than lofty adjectives and romantic ideals. Blurred hair. Soft. Warm breath. Blue eyes barely open in the darkness. Fervor. Heat. And then closeness.
They kissed for what seemed like much too short a time span, but had really given the figures on screen enough time to arrive at a castle or palace of some kind. Van didn't really care about Alice anymore, his brain was buzzing with all of the crazy energy that kissing Etta had given him. This energy was making his toes and fingers stretch and when they finally pulled apart for air, he held his hand in front of his face and laughed at the freakishly long fingers and distorted palm that he could barely make out with the light of the screen. Part of him wanted to pull her closer for another round but a stronger part of him felt that waiting for that next kiss would be worth it, so after a moment the boy sat back in his seat, keeping contact with the girl by holding her hand. When he faced the rest of the theater again he noted with satisfaction that the cell phone screens had all gone dark.
The giggling, however, had not deceased. In fact, it was strangely amplified as if something had caused the giggles to grow.
And then Van noticed with only a tiny bit of horror that all of the tweens in front of them were turning to look at the teenagers--mixed smirks and looks of awe on their faces. "Don't look now," he whispered to the girl next to him. "But it looks like we had an audience." Clearing his throat, the boy squeezed her hand. "I kinda feel like they need to pay extra for that." A slight chuckle. He was grasping for a joke and a distraction to save Etta from any undesirable feeling caused by making out in front of a bunch of eleven year-olds.
The couple finished kissing and Van still kept ahold of her hand. She smiled to herself in the dark theater and looked at the screen. Well, movies sound strangely boring after that. Henrietta glanced at the boy and saw his hand stretching out of proportion. The girl laughed quietly at the distorted digits and brushed her free hand through her hair to make sure it wasn't still floating around. It seemed to have tamed down, which was good. Especially because it seemed like a whole bunch of tweens were staring at them.
The first thought that passed through the brunette's head was that she should freak out, but on second thought, the whole situation just seemed comical. Henrietta smiled and waved at the girls. "Wait a few years girls and you might be able to find someone as cute as him to make out with in a dark movie theater." She turned to Van and laughed. Henri lowered her voice to talk to him. "But I doubt it. I mean there can't be any better-looking people than us, right?" She flipped her hair back in a stuck up manner and then gave him a joking smirk so he wouldn't think she was full of herself.
After a minute, the girl turned back to the boy. "I don't know what's going on. Do you want to go get ice cream and fries at McDonald's? I must say the two are a delicious combonation." It sounded random, but it made sense in Henrietta's mind. When bored, get cheap, greasy food. She stood up and stretched her arms. In a louder voice so the tweens could hear, she said, "Well, off to McDonald's. Enjoy Johnny Depp in a not hot role." She waved good bye and walked toward the door.
Posted by waitingtovan on Mar 24, 2010 18:14:31 GMT -6
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"Isn't that encouraging bad things?" Van muttered softly. "And don't girls get all self-conscious at their age?" The boy paused a minute before he spoke again, in a mock serious tone. "Girls, you are all very wonderful human beings and one day you will find an equally wonderful partner that will make you want to do indecent things in public movie theaters with." Actually, there was no promise that all of the tweens ahead of them were going to end up human but Van really didn't feel like going into anything mutant-related with giggle-girls in braces and I <3 Edward tee shirts. They'd learn something or multiple somethings by the time they got older, hopefully. It was not his job to make them learn anything.
Hmmm. Fries and ice cream or spending more time in a dark movie theater with the girl he wanted to kiss but could not (or would not, at least not in front of kids with camera phones). When she stood up and started talking in a too-loud-for-a-movie voice Van almost started laughing hysterically. He managed to contain himself to a slight chuckle and a smirk as he stood up himself and stretched a little bit while simultaneously pulling his hands and feet back together. It always took a little more concentration to de-stretch than to stretch in his experience. "Why yes, darling, I think that McDonald's in a WONDERFUL IDEA. SHALL WE LEAVE THIS PLACE AT ONCE?" If her tone had been mild salsa by way of movie theater etiquette, then the boy's was burn-you-skin-on-contact hot, not that he really cared.
Van followed Etta out the door and tried to ignore the following puppy feelings that were growing in the back of his mind. He wanted to go to McDonald's, he told himself, not because she wanted to but because he really wanted the fries and a chocolate shake. Right.
Or something.
Something decidedly strange and new and confusing and exciting and that made him wish that he was a poet so that he could find better words and phrases to explain to the world what was going on inside of him.
Van asked Henrietta if girls got all self-conscious about that kind of stuff. The brunette shrugged while she was standing up. Girls were usually self-conscious most of their lives, at least until they became adults. It was just part of being a girl and trying to fit in with all the other girls. "It just takes a lot of us a while to realize who we are and want to be." She wondered if that made sense and if it was as weird for boys. Of course, she'd notice that boys could punch each other and then be friends a few minutes. It seemed that they didn't judge, but went with people who had similar interests.
Dragging herself out of thoughts of girls, boys, and popularity, she turned to watch as Van practically yelled in the movie. Henrietta laughed and glanced at the screen like they had disturbed a live performance or something. She rolled her eyes at herself. It's a movie, not a play. Weirdo. The girl stopped to wait for her date to reach her. She held the door open for him and smiled. "Would you please lead the way, kind sir?" Another curtsy. The second of the night, to be specific. "I seem to be lost as to where I could actually find one of these ...McDonald's?" The brunette had made herself sound confused and batted her eyelashes at Van.
Hmm, note to self: check if batting eyelashes is cute or looks like I have something stuck in my eye. That'd be a good thing to know about.
Posted by waitingtovan on Mar 25, 2010 18:42:19 GMT -6
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"Of course, of course." She held the door for him and the boy slid through, walked a few steps, and then held out his arm for the girl that he hoped would be appearing there. "As luck would have it, I know for a fact that there is a truly quaint little burger joint not a block from this very theater." Any batting of anyone's eyelashes was lost on Van as he was busy trying to remember if what he was saying was true. He was pretty sure that there was a McDonald's just across and down the street but sometimes things got a little hazy, like the steam coming up from the gutters in the street.
When Henri caught up with him the boy headed for the lobby and soon they were out once again in the slightly chilly air. Then Van saw it: the golden arch. He'd been right in his thinking all along. "Onward and upward?" He asked, motioning towards the giant yellow sign peeking around from a street corner.
Shakes and fries. Shakes and fries. That was why he was so eager to go. It had nothing to do with the girl standing in the brisk night next to him or the way she'd kissed him. It had nothing to do with kissing at all. Just shakes and fries. Fatty goodness with no soul or heart or kissing capabilities. It was food and hanging out with a friend--even if he was starting to feel for that friend more than he wanted to admit to himself.
Van had been truthful and spotted the beautiful golden arches. "Aren't they lovely at night?" Henrietta turned to her date and smiled. She had been joking, to an extent. Any lights at night were pretty to the girl except for ambulance and police lights. Those made her nervous. She had always wondered back home if one of her friends got hurt or if her mother was in an accident and that was why she was late coming home from work. Her mother would run late sometimes, but wouldn't call to let her daughter know she was okay. It wasn't to make her worry, she just assumed her daughter knew that she was fine and safe somewhere.
Bringing all of her attention back to Van and McDonald's, they walked hand in hand inside the fast food joint. She glanced around inside the building and noticed a play place with small children crawling around in some tubes. Henrietta smiled and one little boy waved from a window in one of the fake pieces of tubing. The brunette waved back and he crawled further into the labyrinth. "I think kids are so cute. Well, unless they're tweens. They're kind of creepy and watch people in movies." The girl looked at Van and smirked.
Henrietta walked up to cash register and smiled. The man behind the counter was probably in his early thirties and was starting to put on some weight. He still seemed to have an acne problem, since there were many a pimple on his red face. He looked bored and didn't return the smile. "Welcome to McDonald's. How may I help you?" The girl replied with, "Hello. I'd like a large french fry and a small chocolate shake, please." The man glanced at her and then at the register and typed in some things. He told her how much it cost and she gave him the right amount. Stepping to the side to wait for her food, she smiled at Van. "Your turn."
Posted by waitingtovan on Mar 26, 2010 19:27:49 GMT -6
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They walked down the street and into the tiny fast food joint. He watched Etta's eyes follow the scampering of the children in the Play Place. She said they were cute, Van thought they looked like squirrels and he would tell her as such. "Actually, they kinda look like squirrels, see that one over there--" He motioned towards the ball pit. "Is like a flying one, and those ones are storing nuts in their cheeks." The finger moved onto a group of what appeared to be siblings stuffing their faces with chicken nuggets. Van could barely remember being that small--it was all a surreal blur of art shows and sleeping in the back of his parent's station wagon.
After Etta ordered her fries and a shake from the almost-but-not-quite-there-middle-aged-guy in the too tight uniform the young mutant standing behind her stepped up to the plate and swung his order as a fast ball. "Large-fry-large-vanilla-shake." Van spoke as fast as he could in a quiet voice. The man behind the counter blinked and told him his bill while simultaneously placing his receipt on the counter. Touché man, touché. He didn't skip a beat, that one, which earned him all of the change in Van's pocket by way of payment.
Van tapped his foot and sighed audibly as they waited for their orders. "I'm bored..." He mumbled after about two minutes of waiting. "Let's dance!" Grabbing Etta around the waist, he spun around the dirty linoleum floor with her. "I must say, you look dashing in this harsh lighting." There was a harrumph at the counter, the man had their orders.
She had thought the children were cute, but obviously Van's thought process was a little different. "Squirrels, huh? Hmm." The girl looked into the play place and tilted her head. "I guess I could see that." There was a brief pause before she added, "I think it'd be cool to turn into a flying squirrel." It was an odd statement, but true enough. They could glide and besides that, squirrels were just so gosh-darn cute. She remembered that some of the boys from her old school would laugh about going out into the woods and shooting the poor, fuzzy little mammals. The image of a dead squirrel made her shake her head and shiver a little.
Van had placed his order to the chubby guy and the guy gave him his change back in no-time flat.After doing this, the duo standed awkwardly at the counter for a couple of minutes until Van turned to her and grabbed her. "Let's dance!" They spun around the floor a few times before Van told her she looked beautiful in the lighting. Henrietta laughed and continued to when the man cleared his throats and waited for them to take their trays. She was still giggling a little as they made their way over to the counter with straws and such.
Henrietta slid into one of the boothes and waited for Van. She wondered what he thought about all this. Were they going out? Did he even want a girlfriend? Was she his girlfriend? The brunette wasn't quite sure what the situation was, but it felt like they were a real couple. Well, at least she imagined this is what it felt like. Everytime she looked at him, she felt her heart get all fluttery and she'd never kissed anyone like she had him before. It was a new feeling, but it was a good one. I hope we're going out.
Posted by waitingtovan on Mar 26, 2010 20:16:51 GMT -6
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The giggle that emanated from Etta was infectious and soon the boy was giggling. He continued to giggle as he picked up his shake and fries and made his way over to the condiment set up. Etta made her way to a booth and he watched her slid into it out of his peripheral vision. He joined her after a moment, his hands filled with ketchup and mustard packets. Plopping them onto the table, the boy sat down in the booth as well. "I love free ketchup, it makes me incredibly happy." He explained away the small mound of tiny packets with his sentence of honesty.
He stared at the mound of ketchup and mustard before he grabbed a packet of each and ripped the tiny tabs off of their tops. A second later twin streams of condiments were flowing into his opened mouth. A second after that a handful of fries disappeared into the gaping maw that is a teenager's mouth. Chew. Swallow. It's like it never happened. "So good." The boy shook his head as if to emphasize the point that his doped out expression made for him. He drummed an imaginary beat on the table with his fingertips and looked around the McDonald's before his gray eyes rested again on the girl in the spring jacket and dress. "So."
Nothing else came out of his mouth.
Van was suddenly feeling uncharacteristically nervous. What was the thing to do now? All the other girls he'd kissed were nothings, throw-aways. They were girls who already had boyfriends but were just messing around with him because they thought he was slightly attractive and they were more than slightly intoxicated. It was all fun and games and no one got hurt. What was he supposed to do with a girl like Etta, who'd probably break if he told her it was all in fun? What did he want to do? The boy wasn't sure, so he let the conversation die--allowing him quiet time to think.
It was weirdly quiet at the table, so Henri plopped a fry into her mouth and chewed it until there was nothing left. Bringing her straw to her mouth, she took a drink of her chocolate shake. He had said 'so'. What was he going to say or was that all it was? 'So'? 'So' what? The brunette glanced down at the tabletop and then at Van. "Is your food good? I know mine is. You can't go wrong with some fries and a shake, right?" She gave him a smile and then looked back down.
After a moment of thought, the girl raised her head again. "So, Van." A pause and some nervous finger-twiddling. "We should go out again sometime and decide if we want to keep hanging out. I really have a good time with you." Just leave it at that. I don't want to come on strong or sound like a freak. Henrietta ate a few fries at a time to keep herself from talking anymore. She had learned that sometimes that was the only thing that could keep her mouth distracted, drinking or eating.
It was quiet for a moment and the brunette stopped shoving fries into her mouth. "Unless this was.." What was the word for it when you kind of dated someone but not really? A hook-up? "Unless this was just a random thing. Not that I'm assuming you're like that, of course. We can talk about it some other time too." She wasn't sure what his previous dating life had been like. Maybe he was smooth with girls and just hung out with them. Maybe he had a long-term thing. She didn't know, but she wanted to know what he thought of her.
Posted by waitingtovan on Mar 27, 2010 18:25:58 GMT -6
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The mood at the table had irrevocably shifted. Apparently Van wasn't the only one suddenly uncomfortable, Etta made an inquiry as to then state of his food before looking down at her own again. Food, right...the food was fine. Actually, Van had no idea what the state of his shake was so by way of reply he smiled at the girl who wasn't looking at him anyway and took a big slurp from the cup. Gulp.
Again, right. They could go out again. The boy was about to nod his head and exclaim his agreement for her sentiments when the girl continued. Gulp. The young mutant slurped through his straw again. All of the things he'd been thinking suddenly sprang to the surface. The sour questions and sentiments clawing up his throat were at odds with the sweet vanilla and ice cream of his shake. "Actually I am that kind of person. I've hooked up with a lot of girls--you're not as blond as they were" The boy reached out as if he was going to grab a lock of the girl's hair but stopped midway between them. "and you're certainly a lot smarter, but I've kissed other girls like we were kissing earlier. I do it for fun, it's fun, we're fun. I'm not sure exactly what I'm looking for here, I don't even know if I want anything long-term with anyone--including you, but can't we just say that it's fun and leave it at that?"
Honesty is not always the best policy.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Van's instincts started telling him that for some reason you don't say things like that to a girl. Especially not a nice, normal girl. Blink. Blink. Blink. His heart began to race in his chest a bit but he made no move to say anything else. The only part of Van that moved were his feet, the heels of which were hitting each other under the table. One. Two. Three. There's no place like home, there's no place like home. Nothing happened, the boy remained in the McDonald's booth, staring at the girl across from him with an unreadable expression on his face. Maybe Etta wants fun too...
The boy's response confirmed her secret fear. It was just for fun and she was just another one of the many girls he had kissed. It may not have meant anything to him, but it had meant something to her. Henrietta suddenly got the feeling that she was either going to throw up, or cry. Personally, she really hoped that neither happened. It seemed the more he talked, the worse she felt. She had really started to like him and this was deffinitely a slap to the face.
Sitting for a moment, the girl put a few mores fries in her mouth. She then began to stand up very slowly. The brunette looked at Van and then grabbed her purse and stepped out from behind the booth. "I can understand not being ready for a relationship. I can't be mad at you for that," the girl paused,"but I can be mad for you saying it was 'just for fun'." Feeling tears coming into her eyes, she picked up what was left of her french fries and stared at them. Glancing at her date, the threw them at him and ran out of the McDonald's.
Henri continued to run all the way down the street. She had no intention of taking a bus. She could run just fine and it might make her feel better, but she doubted it. The girl stopped and took off her shoes and put them in her purse before she went any further. They felt like they may fall off and she liked the shoes.
The confused brunette ran all the way to the Mansion, where she walked in half-crying and half-mad. After she shut the door behind her, she leaned against it and let out something that sounded like a cross between a sob and an angry sigh. I had never kissed anyone like that before. All he wanted was fun. I was just like all those other girls. None of it meant anything. God, I'm so stupid sometimes.
Posted by waitingtovan on Mar 28, 2010 8:57:49 GMT -6
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The table was very still for a moment. Then Etta slowly stood up as she plopped a few more fries in her mouth. Van couldn't read her expression but he didn't allow himself to think that maybe she just needed to get some ketchup or something and she was going to come back all smiles. The pile of packets at the table proved that the theory was a near impossibility. It was kinda creepy, the way she didn't say anything to him, just stared the boy down as she retrieved her purse from the booth. A tiny spark of hope alighted when she said she couldn't be mad at him for not being sure about wanting a relationship--
and then the world when to sh*t.
Just. For. Fun. Three terrible words. Three simple words that ended with a packet of fries being launched at Van. The boy saw it coming but he didn't even make a move to protect himself.The cardboard exploded on impact, sending tiny slivers of golden potato and grease all over the boy and in the booth. By the time he recovered, she was gone. For the longest moment Van didn't even move. He'd blown it--killed it--ruined it, whatever it was with Etta. And it was, oh it was.
Three stupid words.
And then he heard it--the laughter. The man in the too-tight uniform was laughing at Van's expense. It was a loud, nasally har har that reminded the boy of Squidward from "Spongebob". It felt like salt in a wound--the wound itself wasn't something Van had even realized was there until the laughter started. She was gone and he was getting laughed at. Angrily, the boy flung himself out of the booth, heedless of the mess that her fries, his fries, his condiments, and their shakes that he was leaving.
The laughter followed Van down the street like so many salt shakers sprinkling their contents on his pride, ego, and some softer places he tried as hard as he could to ignore.