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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 2, 2010 11:58:56 GMT -6
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Streak closed his eyes. He then opened them on her command, and likewise closed them when she said. He didn't notice anything different from what he was already seeing. He'd look at her, then the wall then something else. There wasn't any difference that he could tell. But obviously Lori could tell. Shawn saw her moving the hand towards his face.
Maybe she was finally getting this to work. If she was actually inside his head then he wouldn't have to say anything out loud for her to hear him. Is it working? He asked in his head. Honestly he didn't know what she had planned or if she'd ever done this before but it was certainly a new feeling to have someone inside his head.
She leaned forward and forward and forward until that tiny hand touched home. How bizarre to see it from the other end, but still feel her own side of it!
"You are very patient." Lori closed her own eyes, the images of herself still showing despite their closed state. Now... how did she turn it off? She could still sense his brain activity... she couldn't really ever see her own.... hmm. Meanwhile her hand rested against Shawn's cheek and Lori poised leaning over him. It wasn't anything to stay put and the less input from her body she had, the less confusing it was to work this thing.
If he was thinking at her she missed it completely, having traded one sense for the other.
"Why don't you try to access you power?" She really, really wanted to look at the ground underneath herself to be sure of the distance to sit, but her visual input was being overwritten and she just didn't know how to stop it. It was possible that she could see the part of the brain where that happened and she was very, very interested in that.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 4, 2010 12:56:20 GMT -6
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Streak waited and waited as Lori continued to meddle inside his brain. It wasn't something he was used to having done, but he didn't feel anything. If he didn't know that she was inside his head right now he probably would have thought that this thing wasn't working.
He could still see through his own eyes and he noticed that Lori was leaning over him. All his senses were still working, even though she was still in his head. Shawn heard her talking to him. He didn't think that he'd be able to get to his powers. He didn't feel any different but he tried anyways. It didn't seem to work any better than when he'd previously tried it. In fact if anything it probably worked worse than before. This time he didn't even feel the silver trying to activate. "I don't think it's working. Is there something else you could try?" He said out loud.
She opened her eyes and that totally didn't help. Lori continued to just see herself, but maybe the effect of her eyes open and looking at him would tell him that was a dumb idea. "I would try to reverse the process, but I'm using my power to look at yours. I can't make your brain activating it's power. I can maybe make it think it's already up and running, but I don't see how that would help." She could only copy what already existed. All the brain waves she had to work with right now were her own and in order to do anything with those, she'd be already using her power.
Screw it. She wanted to see what she wanted to see. Lori let her hand drop away from Shawn's face and felt her way like a blind person until she sat right next to him. The blonde closed her eyes and thought brainy thoughts. Could she fish out her own input if it was being overwritten or was this the same problem as before? That she only had so many brainwaves to work with here...
She could try to copy her thought patterns on Shawn's brain... Maybe that would get the flow of information going from her to him? Or it could make her brain explode. Could she be copying something from him to her and from her to him at the same time? That sort of sounded like a recipe for disaster.
Blue eyes opened, still tuned to Shawn's visual station. "Just... try activating your mutation one more time. I just need to see it happen." She was just sure it had something to do with the answer. Lori felt her hand over toward Shawn hoping to catch a hand or something.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 9, 2010 9:09:22 GMT -6
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At this time listening was really about all he could do at the moment. He was too worried that he wouldn’t be able to get his powers going properly again and he’d just be some normal human for the rest of his life. Whatever she was saying, though if she didn’t think it was going to help then he believed her. He wasn’t really paying much attention until her hand drifted away from his face. It was only then that he started to really pay attention.
Shawn turned his head to look at her. He didn’t know what she was thinking but he was trying to think of a way that would help him activate his powers. Lori hadn’t exactly explained what she was able to do but he figured that she at least knew what she was doing. Or so he hoped. Streak turned his head to look at her when she started talking again. Maybe she’s got an idea that'll work. ”Ok here goes nothing.” Streak said thinking that it’d be better to actually let her know when he tried it than just going for it.
Streak closed his eyes and focused on his powers as best he could. He wasn’t too sure on how this would work since he’d never really had to work hard on getting his powers to activate. The silver manipulator imagined his silver covering his entire body, crawling up his arms and down his legs and everywhere in between. However, as far as the silver actually doing what he was thinking, now that was a different story. It still didn’t seem to be working, but he was going to keep trying until she did whatever she was trying to do, and hopefully got it working.
There wasn't anything different this time. Not anything strikingly different anyway. The same area of Shawn's brain started buzzing as last only... it clicked. She was already copying over his visual center and this one was not too far away. It just... clicked into place in her own brain. It was already firing. Just not already firing in that way.
She didn't even get to finish inhaling before the warning she never got to say.
Electricity was fast. Fast running up her fingers, up Shawn's body's electrical system and into that part of his mind that controlled his mutation. It could be like a battery kick start. It could also be like cauterizing a wound. Whatever it was like, the electric shock was enough to separate her hand from his body. He would likely be burned if his clothes weren't protection enough. Lori would likley be drained in a matter of minutes.
She just couldn't turn it off. She was seeing through Shawn's eyes and now her mutation was firing on all pistons. Lori never, NEVER let herself this free when using her mutation. She had to clamp it down tight inside of her like a fist. Now all her fingers were open and electricity was arcing wildly off her body to any point remotely like ground. Up to the lights an arc stretched and the bulbs exploded. To the glass walls, to the door, to its hinges, to the floor, to Shawn if he didn't move.
Lori grabbed her head and curled down into herself with her eye lids squinched shut. She could stop this... she could...
Electricity arced out from her body like angry searching hands.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 13, 2010 11:02:59 GMT -6
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There's a distinct difference between getting shocked by an electrical item when you touch the end of the plug still connected to the wall, and getting electrocuted with your own bodies electricity. He was pretty relaxed while she was working and he didn't expect anything to go wrong. After all she'd already done this once before and nothing like this had happened. Maybe something with her powers had gone wrong. Or maybe their powers weren't compatible and so they were both backfiring.
Either way this wasn't a pleasant feeling. The electricity surged through his body like he was a giant electrical conductor. The odd thing was that with all his silver that he'd used in so many different occasions he'd never been struck by lighting or randomly shocked on a humid day. But this seemed like it was caused by something else. It went all thought his body and seemed to be trying to find it's way to his brain. His entire body locked up. He'd had this feeling only once before. When Garrett had been hit with Haywire. At that time his entire nervous system seemed to overload and fire off at the wrong times and in the wrong locations.
Shawn had the feeling that his nerves were overloading again. The only thing that was different was that Lori was pushed away from him and the electricity in and around his body was shooting for his head. He couldn't see what Lori was doing but he figured, or at least hoped, that she was trying to stop this. Streak could see the electricity jumping from her to the ground, the ceiling, the lights, the windows, and even towards him. There wasn't much he could do to stop it because his body was still shocking himself and preventing him from moving. The young man would at certain times be able to sit up and try to move out of the way. Unfortunately he was fast enough to get out of the way and he ended up getting shocked again by the electricity coming out of Lori's fingers.
Lori tried to squeeze her body down as she imagined the squeezing down of her power. This was usually how she did it, this was how she usually stopped it. She could stop this. She could— no. It suddenly dawned on her that she couldn't. Because she couldn't even close her eyes and see nothing. But Shawn could. "Shut off your—!" her words were cut off by siren blaring.
Stumbling to her feet, Lori bounced against the glass door, disoriented with only Shawn's sight to guide her. The electricity whipped out from her body and ripped at the mechanisms holding the door closed and that had triggered the alarms as the door popped open. Lori put her hands on her ears, but it didn't take long before sparks were flying out of the alarms system that her power started strangled out. She would never have overloaded those things if her mutation weren't seeking anything with ground nearby and she was entirely confused about what was happening.
Her muscles felt weak. She had no idea what was around her as her arms flailed to find something to help her orient herself. "Shawn? Shawn shut it off. Stop trying to use your mutation!" If he had already stopped... Lori let her knees give out underneath her own weight, but her arms caught her upper body and kept her from hitting her head on anything.
She was getting tired with her mutation pouring out of her at full strength. Her eyes stayed open wide, un-seeing of what was right in front of her. If she had been able to see, she would notice that the majority of her power was funneling straight from her exposed skin down into the floor now.
Shouts echoed down from the elevator shaft. This was a sticky situation.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 15, 2010 10:35:57 GMT -6
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Electricity continued to surge throughout his body. Everything was on fire inside his body. The shock collars had nothing on this. If you thought that was bad then you have no comprehension of being electrocuted. It was one thing to have it done by an outside force like a shock collar or even an electrical outlet. But it was something completely different to have the shocking going on inside your body.
Through the pain he heard her shout something about turning off. Unfortunately whatever Lori was saying was cut off by a sudden outburst of sirens. Ya I need to turn my powers off. Vaguely he understood what she was yelling about. Apparently his powers were making hers go off without her ability to control them. So that's just what he did.
As soon as he focused on not using his powers he wasn't getting shocked anymore. Now that could have been from Lori having her hands on the ground and a big majority of her electricity was going directly in to the ground instead of jumping everywhere; but Streak preferred to think that it was because he wasn't trying to use his powers anymore. As the sirens died away and Streak wasn't feeling electricity shock him he was able to hear shouting. He didn't know where thru were coming from but he knew from experience that shouting usually involved running which in turn led to guards and then beatings and more security.
Once all the residual shocks had left his body, he was left lying there with his eyes closed. Shawn didn't want to do anything. He didn't think he could do anything at the moment. Having your brain shocked takes a lot out of you whether you think it will or not.
"Lori..." his voice was harsh and weak. His vocal chords sounded fragile and cracked, like he'd just spent a year in the desert without water. "Lori what happened? Are you okay?" hopefully she'd have some answers for him and be able to think clearer than he could at the moment. Right now Streak's brain felt like it'd just been put into a blender, set on high and then short circuited while still being blended. Needless to say it wasn't a good feeling and it didn't help his headache from before.
Was she okay? Not until she got her face pointing the same direction as Shawn's was. "We're getting out of here. Now." Because that would really be better than explaining away the reactions that the guards would likely take. When push came to shove, they were paid to protect her. Nobody was pushing anyone yet, but that wasn't how it looked. Or how she imagined it might look.
Her body protested and Lori couldn't tell if she was still shooting lightning everywhich way unless Shawn's gaze swept over her. Which it eventually did as she was feeling her way to her feet. She looked like crap, but walked toward Shawn's point of vision anyway. "Come on."
She grabbed his arm and a little shock arced between them. Nothing like before, but Lori's knees buckled. Her body wanted desperately to power down and recoup its losses. Rather than let it, she made her screaming muscles move. One more step became two more and then three more. They were out of the cell and on to a cement stairwell before the sounds of people echoed out of the holding chambers under FP.
How she would keep Shawn from noticing exactly where they were when they left, she wasn't sure. She thought that she'd have more time to figure that out. She also thought that it was a good idea to build a 16 story building with controlled access to the basement level.
Lori slipped somewhere past the tenth floor. She'd really lost count. She panted from the floor, her arms had taken the brunt of her weight but she wasn't sure she could make it to the roof. "Can you open any doors?" All of the doors were locked on her orders. Always locked on this stair unless the fire alarm were triggered or the correct key pass was entered.
The only exit from the sub basement level was on the roof where the X-Jet was currently parked. That was on purpose. Usually that meant escapees had no escape. Today, it meant they'd be returning a huge liability in a way that meant Lori was in no way responsible for its theft. Or at least looked that way.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 16, 2010 14:59:31 GMT -6
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Streak heard Lori's voice cutting through the throbbing in his head. She was right. They needed to get out of there. It was now or never. Streak willed himself to get up and he started to head out of their cell after Lori. He stared stumbling up the stairs after her.
It seemed like she knew where she was going; however, he didn't really care. His body hurt to bad for him to realize really pay much attention to where they were. Shawn was only focused on putting one foot in front of the other, and making it out of this place and to wherever it was that they were going.
When she grabbed his arm there was a slight shock that traveled between them. Compared to the previous shocks she'd given him this was nothing. This one felt like it was just static electricity. "I can turn door knobs. But without my powers..." This was the first time that he'd actually realized that he didn't have his powers. Not only that, but he was a little afraid to use them with her around. Who knows what would happen if he tried to access his powers again.
"I can't do it." He concluded and he continued walking up the stairs. Then an idea his him. "Maybe you could do it with your electricity." It was probably the best option even though she was probably just as tired and sore as he was.
"Your little electrical outburst must have done something to all these locks." Streak said hopefully. If her power surge didn't do anything to these locks then it seemed like they're little escape was short lived and pointless.
Lori blinked from the floor where she'd split her elbow. Blah. Stupid blood. She hadn't thought about opening a door herself. How would she get out of that?
The blonde stood slowly as if every movement hurt. And maybe it did after that spill, those stairs and an almost complete drain. Little blue sparks jumped between her bloodied elbow and her body. Well. At least some of it was coming back to her.
Every step toward the door became harder like walking through water, then pudding, then wet concrete. She would get that door. And she did. She put her hands on it and pulled at her reserves. Shawn wanted to get through the door. The sparks died from her elbow and were redirected toward the door. One last little zzzzt was all she had. And she gave it to that door. And when she had nothing left to give, the Order leader tipped forward.
If the door opened, she'd fall through and stumble into carpet surrounded by desk jockeys it was likely that more alarms would sound. If it didn't? Well, Shawn had better be able to help carry her up the rest of the way to the roof. Somewhere along the way she'd regained her own vision back, not that she'd noticed.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 26, 2010 10:29:10 GMT -6
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They got to one door and Lori tried to open it with her powers. It didn't seem to open even when she tried to use her powers on it. Streak tried the door and it wouldn't open."We've got to try a different door."
He could tell that Lori wasn't really in any shape to move very fast, at least not on her own. Streak slung her arm around his shoulders and started to support her weight. Once he took her weight he knew it was a bad idea. It wasn't that she was heavy, it was more that his body was arguing him with and didn't really want to take any more steps than he'd already made himself take.
Streak dragged her along towards another door at a different part of the hallway. Once they were there, he tightened his grip as best he could; which at this point wasn't very much, and started walking up the stairs.
"I hope it's not to far to the top." Streak said. He hoped she knew where the jet was and how close they were to it. Mainly because he didn't seem to know how long he would be able to keep going. Every step was pained and every step took more and more energy out of him.
It wasn't far. They'd made it most of the way up before they had stopped, not that it didn't mean they had relief from their pursuers. Lori could feel the vibration of their steps reverberating up through the concrete and metal stairway even if they were no longer shouting after them.
It was good to have someone to support her. Good to have someone to support. This, no matter how hard, was forging a bond between the silver man and herself. Escaping from perceived danger always made for relational bonds. Logically, she knew that. It didn't make it any easier, though. Every step felt like slogging through fast drying cement.
The roof entry door felt locked and heavy, but it eventually popped open with both their weight behind it.
And there it was. Beneath a khaki colored tarp was a jet-shaped lump. "Tell me you know how to fly one of these?" Because Lori's experience with higher forms of technology was extremely limited. She didn't even know where the door was. She'd come up to visit it after Roland had dropped the beast off. Lori let go of Streak and threw her weight into pushing the tarp aside from the wings. Could it take off covered up like that? They were running out of time so they might have to find out the hard way.
Posted by Silver Streak on Sept 7, 2010 10:15:12 GMT -6
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Streak continued to push on, carrying Lori most of the way up. To be honest the weight was probably more mutual sharing than anything. He’d help her for a while then she’d help him for a while; and then they’d switch. That was probably how they got so far up the stairs without passing out. Even though he knew they were getting closer and closer to escaping it sure didn’t feel like they were getting closer. He thought it felt more like they were walking the wrong way on an escalator. No matter how hard they tried they didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Fortunately that wasn’t the case and they were actually getting closer to making their great escape. Although once they paused he could still hear their captors pursuing them.
They finally reached the roof door. If his jet wasn’t there then they just walked themselves into a dead end and the only way out would be down. And either way down wasn’t good. One would be off the side of the building and the other would be through all their captors, and right now he couldn’t even guess how many there were in the building. Once they reached the door he gave a good hearty heave against the seemingly locked door. It eventually opened for them and there on the roof sat the X-jet. Of course it was covered because who in their right mind would steal a jet, land it on a roof in the middle of the city, and not cover it up. Streak looked around for a second. Wait a minute. We’ve been in the city the whole time?
He would have spent more time figuring out exactly where he was but he wanted to get out of here and he was distracted by Lori pulling the tarp off the jets wings. “We should only need to get one side off and the rest should just fall off.” Or at least so he hoped. He jumped in on helping Lori for a second by untying some of the ropes on the tarp. After he’d gotten a few off he left the pulling of the tarp to her. Shawn ran to the jet and opened the door. “Ya I can fly this.” and once he was inside the jet he said to where she couldn’t hear him, “I hope…How hard could it be? Just push a few buttons and pull on the stick and away we should go. Easy as pie…maybe.” It took a little doing but with a few buttons pushed he managed to get the engines to roar to life. Once the jet was alive it was a lot easier to find which controls did what. Streak popped his head out the door and yelled over the din of the engines “Let’s go! Get in!” He had it working for now and he didn't know how long it would last. So they would need to get out fast before their luck ran out.