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.
Azalea loved her major, she loved her education. She loved everything that she studied. The arts were a passion of hers and at this point it was now starting to feel like a part of her. In her hands she held a notebook and her art history book. Right now she was studying her favorite kind of art. Art Deco. Just thinking about it made her smile.
Walking down the streets of her campus even she looked like a piece of art, the 50’s meets modern. Today her dark chocolate brown hair was in curls, a black head band holding back her curly locks. The dress she wore flared and came just above her knee’s, showing her long legs. The dress flared like that of the dresses from the 50’s. It was the pattern and the shoes that were modern. The dress had a water color black and white pattern, her feet adorned with leather shoes that slightly shone in the light. Like her passion she was designed well and her own piece of artwork.
In moments she collided with someone, was it her that was at fault? No she had been day dreaming yes of the wonderful symmetry of art deco lines but she had also been aware of where she was walking. Looking at the many scattered books and papers on the floor she immediately bent down to help the person whom had also been caught in their crash.
Looking up she saw a boy about her own age with a mop of chocolate brown hair not quite as dark as her own. But maybe she imagined that, he was wearing long sleeves and she could bearly sort her homework from up and down at the moment. Immediately she noticed his tattoo’s. They were black like her lips. Her lips always wore a glossy black color due to her mutation.
“Hey sorry about that! Looks like we kinda got into a mess.” She said looking up and smiling.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Aug 19, 2010 0:12:45 GMT -6
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Maybe a long sleeve shirt hadn't been such a good idea. Sure it was fine when he was indoors for classes but outside when he was walking between buildings it made it pretty hot. On the other hand he had a few class related promises he'd made to himself recently showing loud and clear on his wrist. He'd have worn a glove or sweatband or something to cover them but one of his roommates had decided to wash them and those that weren't ruined weren't dry when he'd been getting ready to leave for class.
He hadn't dyed his hair in a few days and since he never used a permanent color he was now back to his natural brown locks. He still spiked them though because he really didn't want his hair in his face. Right now he was on his way to a math class and was so completely absorbed in his own thoughts that he wasn't minding where he was going. His feet knew the route to his math class well so he often let his mind wander. That and he was too worried that someone would ask about the marks on his left wrist to really care. The same old stream of fears ran through his mind and by now you'd have thought him capable of dealing with them.
Instead he walked right into someone and his math texts and papers went everywhere along with theirs. He managed to keep his feet at least. On closer examination the person he'd run into was a girl who looked like she'd stepped straight out of some old movie. She had on black lipstick, which seemed like a strange choice but Andrew never claimed to know a thing about women and their fashion. He stooped to scoop up his own papers.
"It's alright." he said in a quiet and stand offish tone.
The boy infront of her she started to read right away. He was slightly shy and guarded. She was too but in other ways. One would quickly find them out if they prodded deep enough. But for right now she didnt have to worry about that. She simply sorted math from art. Such polar opposites, almost like the two standing by each other. Little did they know exactly how much they had in common.
Holding out a pile of papers she examined his homework. It looked like chineese to her. She hated math. Math was not he strong point, neither was science. Even though i should probably study my own mutation more often she mused to herself mentally.
Looking more deeply at the guy she had collided with she smiled. He was kinda cute but deffinitly gaurded. Someone that didnt mind being alone...she wondered why.
"Uhm i think these are yours. Looks like you know what your doing....my math homework is killing me. I havent even attended class yet. I am too freaked out i wont get it....." Holding out the papers she smiled.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Aug 19, 2010 0:52:52 GMT -6
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Whoever she was she at least had an art class if he read the homework and such he sorted out of his math notes right. Andrew didn't really understand art all that well. It was just pictures to him. Math at least generally had a right and a wrong answer. Not that it mattered. All school work was alike to him in that if he worked hard enough at it he did well.
She was trying to talk to him again. Why? An encounter like this didn't require words. All they had to do was pick up their stuff and move on. But she had to talk. Did she know something? He tugged his left sleeve down to hide the marks. There was no possible way she could know something. They'd just met. Unless she'd been watching him for a while now and already knew about his mutation?! No...that was ridiculous. Being scared didn't mean that he had to be paranoid too. A little caution wouldn't hurt though.
"You should go. It's easy with practice."
Andrew kept his tone as frosty as he could without sounding down right rude. His mom would tan his hide if she ever found out that he was blatantly rude to someone. He was pushing it as it was. Good thing his mom was back in Kentucky. At any rate he took the papers from her hand and handed her what papers of hers he'd picked up. Maybe with luck she'd go away now. After that affair at the cafe the last thing he wanted was another person finding out about him. Not that the circumstances now would make it easy for her to figure it out. Andrew pushed down another wave of fear and waited to see what the girl would do.
Azalea got the message. He wanted her out. But she didnt understand why she was just trying to talk to him. How hard was it to talk to someone and start a conversation. In college people were ok with making new friends. Not him obviously. Well crap. That was her one chance to ace math for the first time in her life and now she had missed it. From the look on his face she didnt think he would be willing to even try to teach her how to do her own math homework.
Still for the most part she still smiled at him and gave a small laugh. "For me darling math will never be easy with practice i'm in college and i still dont get it. But thanks anyways boy." Walking past him she flicked her hair behind her shoulder and walked past him. ---- Where did hse put it?! That art paper was huge and was due tomorrow. After sifting through her homework for the millionth time she noticed a name at hte top of one of the papers that wasnt hers. Andrew Leroy. He must be that guy that ran into her earlier today. Sighing she grabbed his complicated looking math homework she ran out the door of her apartment in soho and back to campus.
After being transfered from one department to another, getting lost twice, and finally giving up and carrying her four inch heels in her hands she finally found his classroom. Luckily for her it was work time and the teacher wasnt standing at the front blabbering on and on.
Taking a breath and putting her shoes back on she quietly opened the door, and with as much stealth as she could mannage in the lenght that her dress was she slid into the empty chair next to his and pushed his paper infront of his face.
"I think this is yours and i think you have something of mine?" This time it was all buisness when she spoke obviously he didnt like her.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Aug 19, 2010 1:41:20 GMT -6
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The girl's demeanor seemed to change somewhat after he spoke. It wasn't much. She still smiled but he got the picture that he'd finally succeeded in getting her to leave him alone. She brushed him off with a comment about how she'd never get math and walked off. It was what he wanted. Andrew gathered himself up and headed off toward his math class while trying to ignore that inconvenient bit of guilt that was making itself known. He'd only done it to protect himself but he still felt bad about it. At least the math would keep his mind occupied so he couldn't think about it.
The rest of the walk to class was boring as usual and Andrew sat near the back of the room. The professor started the lecture and Andrew paid attention as usual, jotting down everything he said. The man was old but had a full head of hair that was only slightly grayed. He smiled often during his lectures and even tossed out jokes now and then. It made the admittedly dry subject a little easier to study at least. Class went quickly and soon they were doing the problems assigned for in-class work.
He was about to finish another when a set of notes with his name at the top was pushed onto his desk over top of his work. A familiar voice sounded and he looked over to see the girl from earlier beside him. No smiles this time. Maybe she thought he didn't like her? It was a common misconception with people he met and one he didn't correct even though it hurt.
He rifled through his papers till he found something that looked distinctly different from math stuff with the name Azalea Brandon on it.
"Here."
He handed over the paper and looked back up at the professor. The man was helping another student. Andrew put the missing notes away and finished his last problem. He'd already copied the homework from the board so he could leave once he turned in the in class problems.
"Give me a minute and we can talk in the hall."
Andrew collected his things and walked up to the professor to turn in the problems. He explained that he couldn't stay the full period today because something had come up but that he already had the homework written down. The professor excused him and Andrew walked out of the classroom and waited for the girl to follow.
Azalea sighed as he finished the math problems. Math was like a maze, you couldn’t make a wrong move and there was one defined answer. She hated that. Art was different; there were so many endless directions you could go in, they were right or wrong they were all different from one another, each one showing the viewer the world through the artists eyes. But as his pencil made marks with numbers her mind got confused and she felt like crumpling the paper. Slowly she followed him her heels clicking on the science room floor. Now she was in for it. She was going to be told to buzz off or why he doesn’t seem to like her that much. Bracing herself for the blow she stood with her arms crossed, a piece of brown hair falling past her eyes. The fluorescents made her lips look glossy and slightly dangerous. Taking her paper from his hands she observed it and couldn’t help but smile as she examined the art pieces she had chosen to write about. “Thanks. So what’s up?” She said, again, in a very business like tone. Still her face looked like she was talking to a friend.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Aug 19, 2010 15:39:16 GMT -6
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He almost sighed at the tone in her voice. She wasn't making this easy but then again apologizing and actually meaning it almost never was. Andrew looked at her for a moment before talking.
"I'm sorry about before. You want to go for a drink or something?"
Andrew didn't know whether she'd accept or not but it made him feel better at least. If she didn't then that would be the end of things. If she did it'd be a little awkward for him. He really didn't do conversation much these days. It'd been years since he'd had someone he'd called a friend to have a conversation with. When you got used to keeping all of your thoughts to yourself because there was no one else around it made keeping up a conversation difficult to say the least.
Still, when the occasion called for it Andrew could try. Not to mention that the girl was chatty enough on her own. Even if he couldn't keep thinking of things to talk about she probably could. Azalea was her name as he recalled but since she hadn't really told it to him he didn't feel quite right using it yet. Maybe once she used his he'd do the same for her.
Azalea smiled and raised an eye brow at him. Now he was inviting her out for drinks. Obviously he was raised not to be rude but not to handle social company. Still she found the opportunity to make such a shy person nervous slightly entertaining. Walking forward with him behind her she began speaking. “Lets go I haven’t had my coffee yet today.” The line at starbucks was a mess in the city streets like usual. When it was her turn she read off her order like she did a million times a day. “Tall double chocolate chip frappachino.” Just the name of the drink made her smile. The smell of the coffee bean intoxicating in the air. She felt at home in the loud hustle and bustle and the insane amount of caffeine that coursed through everyone’s blood stream. As a kid she was told she didn’t need anymore of a buzz due to her natural one. Rolling her eyes she waited for her name to be called. “Do you drink coffee Andrew? Or is that way out of your element?” She said with a grin using his name for the first time.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Aug 19, 2010 17:43:34 GMT -6
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She accepted his invitation and led them to a Starbucks. Why was it that all his notable encounters recently ended up at a coffee shop at some point? Maybe all he had to do to keep himself out of trouble was to avoid coffee shops all together. Not that he thought that was possible in New York. A small smile at the idea passed over his lips and was swiftly gone. He listened as she ordered and then asked whether he drank coffee with a smart remark tacked on for effect.
Despite his nerves, and boy were they still jangling at the fact that he was still hanging around with her, he was quite willing to rise to that challenge. He should keep character but darn it it was just begging to be answered.
"I've had bourbon before so coffee is nothing."
He almost smirked at her before turning to the counter and ordering a latte. Honestly, asking him whether he drank coffee was foolish. He was a college student and half the population of any given campus, be they teacher or student, subsided on the caffeinated substance. Once he retrieved his drink from the barista Andrew located a table in a fairly secluded spot. He really didn't want to deal with any more than one person at a time. His blank unimpressed expression came back easily by the time he got to the table and sat down.
This surprised her, he could play. There was a side of him that could smirk, and smile and joke around with her. Maybe even challenge her already flighty personality. Smiling back at him as they walked to their table she looked at him with a slight mischievous look in her eye. “Toxins don’t bother me.”
Taking a seat she tried to talk over the loud café, people were studying, running to catch their time clock. Others were simply laughing or joking around. Others were having their hearts broken. So much could happen in one place. IT was that idea that drew her to the world of coffee. And the coffee only stimulated all that went on in the buzzed room.
Taking a sip of her chocolate goodness she smiled and indulged. She loved coffee. It could be shown on her face. But the buzz she got from it made her far more hyper active than neccisary. And in that she would make a mistake that would change both of them and create a new friendship.
“So I know this is out of the blue but I need a math tutor really bad. How would you feel about helping me out?” Again she took a sip.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Aug 19, 2010 19:04:35 GMT -6
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The place was utterly packed unfortunately so all the talking made it difficult to hear. One problem just exacerbated the other and it all made Andrew nervous. So he took a drink of his latte and watched Azalea drink her frappusomethingorother. Andrew liked to keep his coffee simple. A latte or a cup of regular old coffee suited him just fine. The only time he went for one of those sugary liquid desserts was when he needed the wake up call.
So she needed a math tutor? He might be able to do that. It was just another subject to him but she said she struggled with it. It might be a good way to make up for his conduct at least.
"I could try."
Andrew put his coffee down on the table and glanced around. So many people were here. He tugged at his sleeve again and cursed his roommate for washing his gloves. Sure he'd meant it as a nice gesture but Andrew had made sure he knew not to do it again. He turned his gaze back to Azalea to see what she'd say or do next.
Azalea smiled. "GREAT! I would really appreciate it. I live in an appartment in soho if we cant get togther on campus. ITs just so not my think you know? So tell me what do you study? Or whats your major?" Absentmindedly Azalea reached for a drink. Too bad it wasnt hers, but before she could really do anything about it she had taken a sip of his drink. Eyes widdening she couldnt believe the mistake she just made. Howe stupid was she?! They were completely different drinks.
"OH CRAP! I AM SO SORRY!" She said as though the world were about to end. Looking at the drink she didnt think he dared drink out of it after she did. Even if he did dare he was completely screwed. So she simply kept the drink her her hand puppy guarding it like a child desperate to win in air hockey.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Aug 19, 2010 20:06:00 GMT -6
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Andrew's head nearly spun from how much she talked in such a relatively short period of time. Maybe it was the coffee doing that to her. Either way Andrew had to take a moment to sort out exactly what Azalea had said so he could answer it all.
"Either place is fine. I understand. I don't have a major yet."
The reply sounded disjointed but he merely answered her questions in order. If she couldn't ask the questions in a less jumbled order then when he was playing this role he wouldn't bother to answer them that way. Meanwhile she'd accidentally grabbed his drink and seemed to be making a big deal out of it. The way she held on to it you'd have thought she believed in cooties or some other childish nonsense. He grabbed part of the cup and gave a sharp tug in an effort to retrieve it.
Azalea had a very strong grip for a very skinny girl. She held tight and his tug was in vein, but this time coffee slightly spilt out of the cup. She would full on tackle him and jump across the table if he dare put it anywhere near his lips. That was not happening whether she caused a scene or not. Plain and simple this man was not going to be drinking any of that coffee.
"NO REALLY! Uhm...." She tried to figure something out that would be completely dettering and would make him not want it. then she got it. "I GOT MONO!" She of course said that far too loud and everyone stared at her. Laughing nervously she looked at him with a 'dont-even-think-about-it' look.