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.
Once upon a time in a faraway land there was a tiny kingdom, peaceful, prosperous and rich in romance and tradition. Here in a stately chateau there lived a brilliant immortal gentleman and his valiant son. He was a kind and devoted father and gave his beloved child every luxury and comfort, including the wife of his heart's desire.
The couple was bonded in marriage upon the chateau's steps with matching rings infused with love and good intention.
As time passed, so too did the couple. The immortal, untouched by time, sojourned as was his nature. The chateau passed to their children and their children's children and thus as time went by, fell into disrepair. The rings, like so many other things, the immortal recovered until he might need them again.
The faintest of winter tan lines proved that Maya had once worn a ring. If they had not spent a good number of hours outside fixing Sebastian's old house in England, there might not have been proof of any ring wearing at all. Sebastian hadn't asked what happened to it. They both knew it'd gone the way of so many other precious things in Romania.
The Saturday morning birds chirruped to their heart's delight late on into Thursday afternoon. Jude was getting his tutoring in her office and Maya was left to tend the tills at the Full Circle.
The shop was sluggish in sunlight. Maya folded her arms against the wood and noticed that the slanted afternoon sun was at just the right angle to highlight her ring if she'd been wearing one. With Jude tucked away, no ring and Sebastian at work, it was as if the last year hadn't happened. She was just a front desk girl at the Full Circle.
Posted by Sebastian on Apr 22, 2010 21:59:39 GMT -6
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Many years passed, and the rings lay together in the darkness and comfort of the immortal's trunk. Rather than circle fingers, for a century they circled the globe, following closely wherever the whims of the immortal took them and stopping where the immortal chose to stop.
They came to rest for a time in the city of glass and stone on the eastern shore of the New World. After a short time in this place, the immortal again found a need for the rings. Once again the stones captured sunlight and gave forth rainbows, once again the gold encompassed the fourth fingers of two lovers.
Sebastian straightened the plant on the desk for what must have been the fourth time. The tail that flicked behind him would have indicated his restlessness to any who happened to observe, though, on this sunny afternoon, there were no observers present.
Normally he was a very patient man, but today the healer was nervous and the nerves made him as skittish as a colt. He twisted his ring around on his finger, tapped his foot, and flicked his tail again. Somewhere in the mountains and valleys and rivers of letters that the United States Postal Service was an envelope carrying a message for Mr. Sebastian Csendes from New York University. It would be a weighty letter, for it carried within its folds the immortal's fate for the next decade, at least.
The university was not very far away from the clinic. The unicorn man could not understand why it would take so long to deliver a letter of acceptance (or denial) from one to the other. Perhaps it had sunk to the bottom of a river of parcels and had yet to be fished out for delivery.
Without any patients to distract him, the unicorn shifter found himself staring out the window hoping for a glance of the postal employee that would be arriving. She was late today. Blue eyes began to roam around the waiting room, starting the cycle all over again. Again, it seemed to the immortal that the plant on the desk was crooked. He reached for it, to alter it's position, when somehow he bumped it. Terracotta, leaves, stems, roots, soil, and all hit the floor and splashed in every direction possible.
Well, at least now he had something to do to occupy his hands other than twisting his ring around and around for all eternity. The unicorn shifter went to fetch a broom.
Upon the hands of two newly wed, the rings lay quiet, content with the love they signified and were surrounded by.
The rings returned to their original home. Dusted, cleaned, repaired and then shook the hands of the new tenants before moving on to serve other avenues of hope. Unknown to those ringed hands were the trials ahead. Trials that would separate hand from hand and ring from ring.
The rings had not been apart for tens of years. The hands had not even been together for one year. The set was broken.
Temporarily.
Motes of dust attracted Maya's attention in the slanty sunlight. They sometimes chased each other as she watched. Chased each other until they almost looked like... a shoe? A leg? A man!
Maya sat up ram rod straight on her bar stool and looked at what her mind fashioned into a man in old fashioned clothes. He looked... disappointed. And then turned into the sunlight and disappeared into a hundred million bits of sunlight as if the swath of light he'd stepped into was a solid doorway.
She stared at the sun spot transfixed. Goosebumps marched up her pale skin despite the spring warmth.
Posted by Sebastian on Apr 24, 2010 13:44:48 GMT -6
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In a land of intolerance and prejudice, cruelty and hatred, thirty days felt like thirty years, as wife waited for husband in the cold isolation of an underground dungeon. Then, on the eve of a new year, the immortal broke down the barriers of that merciless prison. Not even death could stop that white knight from recovering his love.
Alas, in the aftermath of chaos and carnage, resurrection and retreat, one of the rings was left behind. She lay upon a pile of pilfered treasures, forlorn and forgotten, ripe for plunder.
Into the storehouse of stolen treasures, came a greedy pair of hands that wished to have all of the gold for themselves. Though there were far too many rings for the grubby fingers, all were taken, not a single one left behind. The turn of events suited the ring of the immortal's wife; the second theft would be the first step in the long journey home.
It took only a moment to retrieve the broom and the dustpan from the back hallway, but when Sebastian returned it became immediately obvious that someone had been in the waiting room in his absence. Someone's fingers had swirled the potting soil all over the floor in some kind of pattern. Footprints trailed through it all disappearing into the back hallway, though as far as Sebastian could tell, he had been the only one back there.
“What on earth,” Sebastian wondered out loud as he surveyed the mess. The mysterious footprints, the dirt swirled into a design that looked almost like a rose...
His left hand dropped the broom with a clatter that disturbed the swirls of dirt on the floor. The unicorn man looked down at it, and his mouth fell open. His finger tips were black with dirt. His gaze traveled further down to his shoes. The patent leather was dusted with black.
Without even realizing that he was doing it, he nervously twisted his ring around his ring finger with his left thumb as he tried to figure out what could have possessed him to decorate his own clinic with dirt roses. Despite the warmth in the room, a shiver shook through him starting from his left hand and traveling al the way to the tip of his tail.
The ring of the immortal's wife, jumbled in with so many other younger rings was different. It knew that it did not belong there. Where other rings carried deep cut diamonds, the immortal's ring carried the will of a young maiden, the ring's original owner.
Greed proved an adequate vessel to a lonely pier. As valuables, the rings were stowed safely and securely until greed again visited the rings. Sorting and buffing as he went, the thief did not notice a wayward ring slide with the ship's rocking. The ring's owner pushed her tie to her lover onward toward the crack beneath the door. Onward from the captain's quarters. Onward and overboard.
Plop. The old fashioned gem did not catch the light as well as the deep cut diamonds, but the shimmer of gold was enough to tempt any fish. Glup. Into the belly the ring went. She would not be kept separate.
What did one do when confronted with the supernatural? Consult an expert.
When the day was through, Maya could hardly keep herself in check. After the next shift settled in her apron flew into the wash bin and she collected Jude's hand. Together they raced the block and a half back to the Clinic, eager to see Sebastian.
"We need to call Tarin." Maya held the door for a slightly slower Jude, hardly winded and eager.
Posted by Sebastian on Apr 25, 2010 0:11:31 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The tie to her beloved steered the spirit onward, and the spirit steered the fish. It was a long swim, but the fish, having nothing better to do than visit the New World, was happy to oblige as long as he could take breaks to rest and eat when he needed to do so. The spirit was patient. A month in a fish was a small price to pay for eternity.
In the city of glass and stone, her compliment could feel her approach and began to grow restless. He could aid her return, but first, he would need to enlist the help of the immortal and his wife.
Sebastian was still trying to sweep up the potting soil when Maya and Jude arrived home. He wasn't making much progress, using the broom one handed. His left hand was shoved firmly in his pocket, despite the fact that it was very very dirty. He nodded vehemently at her suggestion.
“Yes, yes we do.”
Five minutes later, he was turning the sign on the clinic to 'closed' and locking the big dirt mess behind the big front door to be dealt with later. On his desk sat a note to Garrett. “Sorry about the mess, I will take care of it when I return. ~SC”
Sebastian shoved his other hand in his pocket so he would match, then turned to his family, “Shall we?” It was not too long a walk to the medium's shop. The unicorn just hoped that Tarin would accept a walk-in, just this once.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Apr 25, 2010 15:57:24 GMT -6
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The sun was out and shining, and Tarin occupied himself by watching the dust motes floating through the afternoon rays. It was a slow, regular Thursday, and Tarin couldn’t help but kind of revel in it. They’d had a lot of those since getting back from Romania, and nobody would hear Tarin complain. Romania had been more than enough excitement for a while, and he would have taken a hundred slow, boring days if it meant he never had to spend another in a concentration camp.
Time did go rather slowly, though, sitting in the shop with no customers. The appointments for the day had ended an hour ago but the business man in Tarin simply wasn’t okay with closing up and going home yet. So he sat, and scribbled on receipt paper. There were two little stick people in his picture, and they had a little stick baby. Lee had said they should have a baby, and Tarin had definitely had a hard time thinking about anything else since the conversation, since his birthday.
The bell over the door rang and Tarin’s head jerked up from his little picture, the little stick dog only half finished. sorry Axel he mused mentally, then smiled broadly as he recognized the two people entering the shop.
”Sebastian, Maya! What are you guys doing on this end of the street?” he asked. They could have simply been going for a walk, the bookstore wasn’t very far from the shop at all. Then again, it could have been something else, ”Come on in, can I get you something to drink?”
He didn't ask why. He didn't explain the mess. He just asked "Shall we?" and the whole family picked up and left.
Jude bounced along with the excitement despite the fact that he didn't know what was going on. Maya didn't even know exactly what was going on, but it was a little hard to stop and ask questions at their speed walking pace.
Before she was expecting it, they were there at the neon sign that read Medium Shop and Sebastian was already inside. He was a man on a mission. What was wrong with him? Jude scooted in after Sebastian, his eyes widening at the curio.
Tarin sounded jovial as ever, maybe more so since it was the end of the day and he had visitors of the friendly sort.
"No thank you." To the drink for Maya.
"Do you have Pepsi?" Oh. Manners. Maya stepped aside to reveal the owner of the voice. Jude fit in rather well with the family. He was a bit softer in the features as any 10 year old boy should be before he grew into a teen, but it was clear that his frame meant him to be tall if he ever grew up. The only thing he was missing was white hair. Instead, his was fine, straight locks were drastically different settling somewhere between brown and black.
He wasn't abashed at all to ask for what he wanted. Maya was never sure if that was a good or bad thing. "Tarin, this is Jude. Jude, this is Mister Brooks. He works with Sebastian sometimes."
Jude offered his hand just like any adult might. He had almost as good a grip too.
Maya went to Sebastian's elbow and pulled at this sleeve, worried. Why were they there again? What she had seen was possibly her imagination. She would feel silly telling Tarin she thought she saw something that might have been a ghost when it was also possible that she'd daydreamed it up. But Sebastian... She hadn't even explained herself properly to him and they were out the door.
Posted by Sebastian on May 3, 2010 20:35:14 GMT -6
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Now that he was in the medium's shop he wasn't certain what exactly had possessed him to come so briskly. Certainly there was the possibility that Tarin could give some insight into the recent strange happenings, but as to why it had suddenly felt so urgent, Sebastian was now unsure. He hadn't even explained to his family why they had needed to come here so suddenly. He sought to rectify this now.
“Sorry for the abruptness of the visit,” he apologized to all present, “It seems as though some strange things have been happening.”
To the offer of a drink he merely shook his head. If any less than a quart would have had any effect on him, scotch would have been nice. No, right now he had business to take care of. Didn't he?
“My ring.” What about his ring? “I mean, I kept accidentally knocking things over and making messes without remembering that I'd done it, or more specifically drawing pictures of flowers in dirt. I also feel like I have a specific purpose, but I don't remember what it is.” Sebastian saw the look on Tarin's face then added, “No old man jokes please.”
Next to Sebastian a beam of late afternoon sunlight slanted through the window, the dost filled air, and a sandy haired man in a blue civil war uniform. The invisible man shook his head, they just weren't getting the message. He pulled his hand out of Sebastian's pocket, and with it, Sebastian's hand. An old fashioned gold band encircled both of their fourth fingers, tying their hands together. Slowly, he raised their hands and waved at the man who was supposed to be able to see spirits. Could he really?
Posted by Tarin Brooks on May 7, 2010 19:53:12 GMT -6
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As the couple moved further into his shop, Tarin realized they weren’t alone. The boy spoke eagerly, asking for a soda and the Medium chuckled, moving from behind the counter to greet the young man. ”You must be Jude. I’ve heard quite a bit about you.” he said, taking the offered hand. Just because he was a mini-sized man, didn’t mean Jude deserved anything less than a proper man-to-man greeting. ”Heck of a grip you’ve got there kiddo.” he commented, shaking his hand as he pulled it away, then turning to make his way to the fridge. ”I do have Pepsi…I’m more of a Coke man myself, but I always keep the alternative on hand just in case.” Tarin said as he dug through the assorted cans and retrieved the requested beverage then returned to the front of the store.
”Oh.” he said, in slight surprise, holding out Jude’s soda as he studied the new arrival to the group. The man looked like something out of a Civil War reenactment, and….he had his hand in Sebastian’s pocket. That didn’t last though, and as the spirit pulled his hand and Sebastian’s from the pocket, the little light in Tarin’s head clicked on. ”Ahhhh.” he said, then chuckled at Sebastian’s comment. He hadn’t been going to laugh…really.
”Well…it’s not your fault, that’s for sure. You’ve got a bit of a hanger on to that ring.” Little boy blue grinned and nodded his head emphatically and Tarin tilted his head, ”Has he done anything dangerous or spiteful?” the Medium asked, eyes darting to the boy….spirits could be scary things. Tarin had to ask some questions, though, before he tried to link up.
”Maya…why don’t you show Jude the back of the shop? I’ll bet he’d like a look in the crystal ball.”
"I am French. I 'ave better taste, but ah won't hold it against you." Jude very graciously accepted his Pepsi and sipped at it, eyes upraised to the medium. He knew his strengths as a child. But Tarin was ooohing and ahhing at something else. He turned to see Sebastian poised very strangely and looking very wonderingly. And Jude's weaknesses came front and center.
> ”Maya…why don’t you show Jude the back of the shop? I’ll bet he’d like a look in the crystal ball.”
Maya was at Sebastian's elbow still, though now her jaw was hanging slightly more ajar. "That's him." Just a whisper, but it confirmed everything. He looked at her. Sebastian looked at her. There was blood there. Family resemblance. It was... breathtaking.
She blinked and it was like the breaking of a spell. "Ball... right." She let go of Sebastian's arm and put her hand on Jude's black hair. "C'mon, kiddo."
Their free hands pointed to her and trailed down. Jude put his cold hand up on top of his head on top of Maya's hand. His eyes were glued to Sebastian and his odd behavior. The room was feeling a bit too tense to leave without wondering why. "Can we stay?"
Posted by Sebastian on May 17, 2010 21:09:12 GMT -6
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Sebastian stared at his hand, that had all on it's own decided to wave at Tarin like a metronome. He tugged at his left elbow with his right hand, but it stayed right where it was, still waving. Tarin wasn't kidding about a hanger-on. The unicorn man frowned at the ring and released his own elbow, opting to let it do what it pleased for now.
“Nothing malicious, only mischievous. It seems as though it is trying to get my attention.” He was still calling the spirit an 'it', if there was indeed a spirit. Before the past year, he had not had much experience with ghosts and spirits. He hadn't even really believed in them. Then he saw them: in Colombia, at the Empire State Building, and in Romania. Now, he was haunted. It all seemed so unreal.
The slack jawed look of wonder in Ghost's eyes as she stared at the empty space next to him didn't help relieve his growing unease.
>>>“That's him.”
Sebastian squinted at the sunbeam, but saw nothing. His left arm relaxed and returned to his side as if nothing had happened.
“Him? Who?”
Sebastian frowned, still not comprehending. Who would haunt his son's old ring? Why would they quite suddenly become active after so many years of nothingness?
“Jude listen to your...”
Realization dawned suddenly, sunny pink ribbons of obvious chased away the grey fog of oblivious. There was only one person it could be. He'd feel really silly if it wasn't.
“Everett?”
The ghost that Sebastian couldn't see shook his head at the heavens with exasperation. Finally, he figured it out. After a whole afternoon of drawing roses in dirt piles, he'd finally put all the clues together. Wow, his old man had gotten dense in the last century and a half. One would think it had been the unicorn that had been resting in the bottom of a trunk.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on May 22, 2010 12:48:33 GMT -6
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Tarin wanted to laugh when Jude pointed out that since he was French he had better taste. He didn’t laugh, though, a young boy’s pride was nothing to laugh at. Growing up in Texas, though, had deeply rooted coke into Tarin’s tastes.
The boy was reluctant to leave the room, but Tarin shook his head firmly. The idea of a spirit was cool, and sometimes they seemed very cool, but ultimately they were dead and they had a horrible tendency towards morbidity. Even at their best. Tarin had introduced Lee to the most mild mannered and sweet spirit he knew, and she’d still been shaken, as had everyone else he’d ever exposed to the spiritual world. ”Sorry kiddo.” he said, bending down and wondering if Jude would buy what he was about to say for a second.
”This room is about to be no place for a lady. If I know anything about the French it’s that they’d never put a lady in a compromising situation.”
Tarin rose, and Sebastian explained that nothing malicious had been done since they’d started having problems. Only mischievous. Tarin looked at the spirit again in his Civil War garb and it looked right back at him. The physical control over Sebastian seemed to be a direct result of the connection through the ring.
Tarin linked up. His eyes widened slightly and he turned to look again at Seb as the spirit stood patient and pleased with the recent revelations.
”Jude, Maya, if you would please.” Tarin said, still stubbornly waiting for the two to leave the room before he went any further. He did, however, nod at Sebastian. His friend had seen spirits, plenty of spirits after Romania.
He insisted. Had he not insisted, Maya probably would have protested. Maybe. Possibly.
"Come on, Ghost, this is no place for you." Empowered, Jude took Maya to the back to show her the crystal ball.
The back was... tiny, but the ball was round and crystal-ly just as promised. Maya all but fell into a chair that Jude scooted into the back of her knees. He went around to the other side of the table and looked intot eh ball to see Maya's upside-down and wrinkled face. He looked up to see if it looked as worried right side up.
"What's wrong?"
Maya sat up and looked into the crystal orb. There wasn't a single imperfection to obscure Jude's distorted features. "Nothing." Maya was a lousy liar.
Posted by Sebastian on May 24, 2010 6:39:52 GMT -6
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Ghost and Jude did as Tarin asked and went into the back room. The unicorn man kind of wished that they were going even father away then that. Spirits could do things like pull a whole building down on top of themselves. Except that this was Everett, probably. His spirit wouldn't do something like that, would he?
Worry lines creased Sebastian's forehead as his eyes followed his family out of the room. Then he turned to Tarin and nodded.
“I'm ready when you are.”
That was not strictly the truth. Sebastian was not ever really ready to face spirits. Sometimes it was simply necessary.