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.
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 8, 2010 21:49:55 GMT -6
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She introduced herself, her name was Elizabeth a name that Sam had decided fit her nicely she did seem like a nice enough girl given the situation. He came across his far share of panicky/angry people and frankly it was expected. Not everyone could seem as calm as she did in a dome of ice buried under ruble. ”Pleasure to meet you Elizabeth, my name is Sam Johnson.” he said with his smile still plastered on his face despite the situation. The last thing he wanted was to stress the kid out anymore than she already seemed to be.
The dim light continued to shine through the top of the dome and for a minute he was entranced by the blue light that shown in a vacant location in the center of the dome. Getting a grin on his face he deiced to distract himself and possibly Elizabeth till enough time passed till the guys could get to them which he guessed was going to be some time, at least till they could get another line out their. If Sam had more material to work with it would be rather easy to dig himself and the girl out.
Focusing on the ice cup he made in his hand he lifted it up and looked through it to see the dim blue light. It was a spot light and the center of the floor where water once was the stage. The question was what would she enjoy? Ice dancers? Tiny animals made of ice running around? He continued to look up through his ice cup for a second before he asked, ”So, Elizabeth doesn’t seem like we are going anywhere for a while, tell me about yourself.” If she could tell him more about herself he might be able to figure out a way to entertain her till help arrived. If her coughing kept up however Sam was going to have to come up with something on his own.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Sept 10, 2010 19:36:57 GMT -6
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Elizabeth watched the man suspiciously. The way a smile just stayed on his face, even as he examined his cup for some reason, reminded her of a plastic mannequin. Like a fake person. Or a person who was projecting a fake persona. It was almost eerie. There they were, in the middle of a burning and collapsing church, and Sam was grinning like a fool and playing with a cup like a toddler with a rattle. What was up with him? The blonde stared at the iceman, attempting to figure him out.
Liz had been in enough bad situations in such a short time that her best friend was Fear, and Paranoia always tagged along with Fear. Really, Liz could think of no possible solution or advantage to protecting her from a burning building only to do something to her. Well, she could, but she fervently hoped that nothing like that would happen. And it was always possible that she was overanalyzing the situation and pulling things out that weren’t there. But just in case she wasn’t, the young mutant made sure to watch Sam like Nico would watch a cracker.
Then the iceman asked about her, to get to know her, apparently. The animal possessor paused for a moment and glanced away, as if studying the ice shell around her. What could she say? What would she say? She barely knew the guy. But he did rescue her, no matter how much she may or may not have trusted him. She looked him straight in his single eye and managed to speak. “I’m a mutant,” she said plainly, allowing hardly any emotion to color her tone or to imply another meaning. But her words themselves could offer their own meaning. The man was obviously a mutant, unless he had built a snowman in a nuclear winter but she doubted that, and so he wouldn’t hate her or anything, emotions and actions she’d had targeted against her few enough times. But being a mutant revealed that she had a power, and since there was no obvious sign of her mutation, it could potentially ward off any trouble the man might cause.
Unless he was a benevolent mutant, then it wouldn’t matter and nothing would happen. “I also attend and live at the Sister-Xavier Institute.” That as well could possibly warn the man off if he tried anything. Assuming he knew what the school was, of course. Attending a mutant school could very well mean that he would end up with an army of bloodthirsty mutants on his tail if they ever found out anything happened to her. A thin and weak smile formed on her lips, temporarily satisfied in her newly created buffering layers of semi-protection.
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 17, 2010 10:17:52 GMT -6
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She was scared and not sure of she should be talking to Sam, however when she mentioned she was a mutant and attended the mansion Sam let out a laugh for a second, ”Small world…” he wondered if she would recognize his full name if he gave instead he waited for a second, ”It’s a nice school nice mansion too.” he set the glass of ice down and looked to the girl placing his hands behind his head, ”What do you know about the guy that runs the school?” he asked curiously.
”I hear he is pretty cool!” Sam said his expression still remaining the same hoping if she knew of the leader she would get the pun. Heck if she was as smart as she came off she might even put two and two together. ”I live there actually,” he said giving her another hint to who he was and what position he was placed.
”You like it there?” Sam asked as he turned his attention back to the glass of ice but instead of lifting it he melted it down to water then reformed it into a miniature version of the mansion making it detailed as possible from how he remembered it. Before he could ask her anything else his straight lace face turned into a smile when he was notified by the Fire department. ”They say the should be able to get a line down here in about twenty minutes or so from there they will be able to make sure your all fixed up.”
Posted by Liz Sundance on Sept 18, 2010 13:43:37 GMT -6
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Elizabeth’s words did not seem to faze the man for a millisecond. In fact, it seemed to raise his spirits, since he laughed. As the sounds of happiness died away, Liz decided that the man wasn’t an outright killer and she’d probably be safe. She had been watching his eye carefully, as well as the rest of his face, and although she wasn’t the best reader of faces, she hadn’t seen any sliver of fear or uncertainty. What she had said seemed to surprise Sam a bit, but not in an evil way or anything. Still, she wished she could sense the emotions of humans as well.
His announcement that he also lived at the mansion surprised the girl. Her eyebrows rose as she took in the new information. Perhaps he was a trustworthy individual after all. Besides, if he wasn’t, Liz wouldn’t have been able to do anything anyways. And then he was probing her for information about the guy in charge of the place. Why was he doing that? Perhaps he knew the guy personally. That seemed like the only likely reason that the guy would be picking such a specific topic. Unfortunately, Liz didn’t really know anything about him at all, other than how he had organized the dance on July 14, and that his name had something to do with metal.
“I really don’t know anything about the guy, other than his name has something to do with metal. I think it was Cole Steele or something,” she said hoarsely with a little shrug of her shoulders. “As for the mansion,” Liz returned her gaze to the man’s eye and continued in a tone devoid of as many emotions as possible. “It is the only safe place for me in this whole blasted city.” She entertained a brief, bitter thought about how even churches weren’t safe anymore before banishing the negativity to the darker recesses of her mind. Liz cleared her scratchy throat and distracted herself by watching a miniature replica of the mansion form out of the ice that had formally comprised the shape of a cup.
It was impressive, for sure. Elizabeth could see the front doors in amazing detail, as well as various windows, doors, wings, and other extensions of the building. A slight chill ran through her as she allowed herself to marvel over the intricacies of such a feat. She wrapped her arms tighter around her legs, slowly beginning to notice how the temperature was dropping. A smile of relief, one that mirrored Sam’s own, crossed her face when he announced how the fire department would be there soon.
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 24, 2010 13:42:57 GMT -6
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”Cold Steel,” he corrected with a smile emphasizing on the cold part before he shrugged his shoulders, ”we wait…” Sam said as he closed his eye and focused on the dome and all in it. Instantly the area where Elizabeth was sitting lit up as he body heat dimmed everything else around it. Outside of the dome he felt the heat from the rubble and he sighed mentally hating this part of his ability.
While the rubble was still hot and smoldering it made everything else behind it impossible to see he waited for a second and then smirked as the smoldering rubble above them started to fade as if it was being snuffed out by something. ”Didn’t take to long did it?” Sam asked Liz as he stood up leaning his head over slightly focusing on the cool water that was trickling over the dome.
Eye still closed he focused on the top of the dome and vented it as water started to pour into the dome. It was slow at first but it eventually picked up as more and more water started to fill into the dome. Sam started to laugh as his body became drenched as water ran down his body and formed large puddles at his feet. ”Try not to move, it is going to get cold…” the water that started to amass around his feet frosted over then ran up one side of Sam’s body as water ran down the other only adding to the pillar that was trailing up Sam and then touching the top of the dome.
Pressing his hands on the dome he opened up the dome as his breath became visible, the pillar of ice shot upwards pushing the rubble from the collapsed ceiling more and more the dome began to shake as the rubble around it was being forced aside for Sam and Liz, a new pathway was opening one that would free them from their current location.
Light trickled in first as the sound of the rubble being forced aside faded, once the light made its way the down the pillar the dome they were in lit up. He looked to Elizabeth and extended his hand, which was free of ice, ”How about we get out of here?”
(OOC: Feel Free to time skip them out of the dome and pillar)
Posted by Liz Sundance on Sept 24, 2010 21:58:31 GMT -6
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So the man knew the other guy’s name. And the way he said it suggested he was much more than just a curious guy. He’s probably the same person. Elizabeth was smart enough to square a and b and square root that in order to fin c. The guy knew Cold Steel and was an ice mutant himself. Since Liz had never heard of any other snowmen wandering around New York, she felt it was safe enough to assume that the two people were one and the same.
Since she had nothing better to do, Liz observed the man before her, the Sam person who had as many layers as an ogre or an onion. With each passing moment, she was learning something new about him and her attitude was changing as well. First he was a noble rescuer in shiny white ice armor. Then he was a guy who was content to seal them both in an ice dome to protect her from the falling ceiling. Then it turned out that he had an actual name and human appearance, instead of being a living snowman. He also worked with the fire department and lived at the mansion. To top it off, he was the person in charge of the mansion. He was.…complex.
His sudden words jolted her out of her reverie but her only visible reaction was a flickering of her eyes. Then confusion came back and lightly danced across her eyes. What did he mean, that something didn’t take too long? Still wrapped up in herself, the girl watched as same stood up and created a hole in the igloo so water could pour in. Liz stared at the water, wondering where it had come from. Was that what Cold Steel had meant? Had he known the firemen were coming? She watched with a mixture of awe, aloofness, and bewilderment as the water began pooling around the iceman and then transmogrifying into ice before….doing something. But whatever Sam was doing, it involved creating a big enough hole in the dome for them to get out of.
And then it was over, and Elizabeth gratefully accepted the offered hand given to her.
Suddenly she was sitting on a bench across the street from the church, wrapped in a blanket and answering questions and such to a paramedic. Yes, she had breathed in a ton of smoke. No, she hadn’t really been burned or anything. No, she wasn’t injured. Yes, she was an incredibly lucky girl (no matter how much she disagreed with that statement, but the paramedic didn’t know her life’s history so he could be forgiven). She was breathing through an oxygen mask and staring at the vast amounts of smoke pouring into the sky, causing people from blocks around to congregate along the fringes of the line the police had set up. Bits of flames were still fighting in a few pockets of the church, but for the most part the fire was over.
She watched as a couple of ambulances screamed away from the scene, loaded up with a couple of people who had fared worse than she and had been badly burnt or had inhaled too much smoke. As she reflected upon the events, the paramedics words echoed around her head again. Grudgingly, she was forced to admit that she had been pretty lucky. After all, it wasn’t ever day you had your prayers answered in the form of an icy mutant with a frozen dome of protection.
Which reminded her. “Thank you,” she said to her rescuer, momentarily taking the mask off.
Posted by Cold Steel on Sept 26, 2010 21:30:47 GMT -6
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Once they were topside the emergency guys and a few firefighters surrounded them, not only to ask what happened but also to make sure they were both in good shape. Sam checked out with the EMS guys within seconds he was fine well as fine as anyone could be in that situation and other than being dehydrated he would be fine in a short period of time. So he pointed them to Liz and in seconds they attacked her with respirators and questions, to make sure she was all right.
Sam shifted his attention to a few of the firefighters who had surrounded him and he received a few claps on the back, “Your gonna put us out of a job!” on said as he had a look that he was joking but his tone made it seem like he meant it, ”If I put you out of a job, I’ll be worn down to a puddle, I’m already running from one place to another and I can’t make all the calls, I just happened to be closer to this fire…” he paused and then looked to the crew chief, ”We figure out how the fire started?” Sam asked feeling obligated now that he and Liz were out of danger it was his job after all being apart of the NYPD.
The chief shook his head, “Not yet, we’ll be heading in their shortly your more than welcome to join us if you’d like…” he trailed off as Sam reached up to his ear where the ear piece resided, ”armed robbery…” Sam muttered as he looked to the crew chief and a few other members of the crew, ”See like I said, I put you guys out of work, this city goes down the crapper.” he smirked to them and looked over to Liz who was getting fresh oxygen, ”Your welcome!” he said walking closer to her and placing a hand on her shoulder, ”There was another call so I can’t take you back to the mansion,” she didn’t ask for an escort but she really needed to get a look over from the Doc so he made it clear she had little choice in the matter, ”I’ll be calling someone to come pick you up and take you back home alright?” he paused before the bottom of his feet covered in ice, ”Promise, they will make sure you get back to the mansion safe and sound alright?”
He paused again and smiled before he started to run towards a uncrowned area and jumped into the air his feet landing on ice that quickly formed under him, from there he started to create a slide heading higher and higher into the air so he could make it to the armed robbery on time to make sure no one ended up dead.