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.
Daylight pierced the empty alley like a serrated blade, illuminating the darkly dressed woman. Her trenchcoat was black along with her dark, baggy pants and her boots. Covering her hands were black gloves with a few splotches of worn material especially on her knuckles. She had pulled her long black hair into a pony tail, the tips of her hair dangled on her trench coat. Though her hair was black, her tips were lighter, the results of using too many chemicals to clean, though chemicals were another fear of her's. In times of crisis, it was necessary to get over one fear to conquer another. The contrast remained in her face, a pale complexion that looked as though the sun had never kissed her rough skin before. Over her mouth, she wore her face mask, breathing through it calmly as her feet carried her through the alley. It was a short cut to make it to the other side, where there was a common supermarket that she could restock on her supplies. Though the short cut was not comforting.
Her dark eyes darted around the alley, peering into every window, following every shadow, stepping carefully as if not to set off a land mind. The strange mutant had tucked any stray hairs that had escaped her pony tail behind her ears to ensure nothing obstructed her ability to listen intently. It had been only a week since she went out searching for her father and already, she had to turn back, the slums of the city were too much for her to handle for a prolonged period of time. The first string was the alcoholics running through the streets at three in the morning, hurrying to their women and children, no doubt to punish them for whatever the drunk did not accomplish in life. The second string was the women, the women who would flash their bare legs at men when they passed by and asked for money in return for a night. The final string was someone she recognized, it was not her father, but it was one of her mother's old clients. The sight of someone who remembered what she lived through sent her off the walls and it was not until she heard sirens that she left the slums of the city.
The dirt and grime from the crimes and creatures that walked those streets sent her into a frenzy and she turned to rush to the nearest supermarket, straight through the blasted alley. She was nearing the edge, but she was never safe, not even in the crowds of people. In fact, she was in more danger walking amongst everyone else. It would be easy for a criminal to reach out and hurt her and blame it on someone else in the crowd. Her foot paused an inch above the ground as she reconsidered joining everyone in the streets. Jerking her head around the alley again, she checked to make sure it was alright to make a small pitstop where she stood to begin her psychotic mental battle.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 10, 2010 15:18:56 GMT -6
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It should have been a simple run to the grocery store. He'd run out of flour, sugar, and eggs after a baking spree. The apartment kitchen was full of baked goods now. But it was his responsibility to replace what he'd used. So Andrew had scrounged up what cash he had, pulled on a glove to cover his left hand, and went to the grocery. He'd gotten what he needed with absolutely no problems. It was only after he left the grocery that he ran across any problems. Well, it wasn't what you'd call a problem per say but curiosity and goodwill that could get him into trouble.
There was an alley near the grocery store and as Andrew passed it he heard the sounds of someone walking coming from it. His past experience with alleys being what it is, namely thugs hanging out in them waiting to jack his wallet or pummel him, Andrew's attention immediately diverted to the alley. It was dark and dirty with a couple of patches of sunlight struggling down between the buildings to illuminate the squalor. Andrew's eyes could just make out the form of a single person amongst it all.
Now he couldn't really tell much about the person from this distance, the alley made that hard. On top of that they were wearing dark clothes. Two possibilities occurred to Andrew. They could be like the others he'd seen in alleys and just there to hide until they saw a likely target. Or maybe they needed help. If they needed help then it behooved him to help. But that could just as easily lead to trouble and the revelation of his mutation. That thought quickened his breathing and pulse. Despite all the recent successes he'd had in telling people about it and not getting used Andrew was still hyper aware of the fact that it only took one greedy person to make his life hell. Thus he was torn over what to due and merely stood in the entrance to the dingy space and struggled with the decision.
No one approached, no one noticed, she was all alone and it seemed the threat was settling down, all until he showed up. Glancing to the exit of the alley, she saw someone mirroring her frozen stature. His feet were both planted on the ground, however, while one of Ahorta's feet hovered above the ground, contemplating whether to put it down gently into a walk or slam it into the ground in a full out sprint. While her eyes widened in confusion, she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side. Who was this? Was he a threat or was he making fun of her?
"Hello? Um....what are you doing?" she called, trying her best to appear calm. Whatever this man was, he did not seem human, or at least did not seem like he was a filthy creature in a human body. Ahorta did not see any yellow eyes, no scales, no forked tongue, giant red shoes, leaves swirling around him, he wasn't a reptile, clown or tornado, so what was he and better yet, what was he doing? Her balance wobbled a little, urging her to put her foot down, so she gently placed it on the ground, wondering what his next move would be, her knees slightly bent and ready to tear off if he attempted anything.
Why couldn't she just walk through an abandoned dark alley to buy some cleaning products without someone attacking or threatening an attack? The world was no longer safe. Oddly enough, the one place she was a little safe was in her padded cell, back at the psych ward. At least there the creatures that attacked her were little cockroaches, not giant clowns or large boa constrictors. Then again, when she was pulled out of that cell, which was much too often, they shoved pills down her throat, telling her they would help blind her from what she saw and they forced her to do whatever they said to help "build her mind back up". Lies.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 13, 2010 14:10:23 GMT -6
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A voice broke through into his paranoia induced stupor and Andrew started. The woman in the alley had spoken. Moreover she'd asked what he was doing. If she was concerned about his actions then he assumed that she wasn't there to jump someone. A couple of deep breaths helped him calm down enough to walk forward a few steps so he could see her better.
"I'm sorry. I noticed you down here and wondered if you needed any help."
That said Andrew studied what he could see of the woman at length. His eyes caught on the mask she wore. He wondered why she would wear such a thing. Perhaps she was ill or concerned about becoming ill. That would be the only reason for such a mask. Or maybe it was to hide a mutation. Andrew was beginning to suspect mutants everywhere. They certainly seemed to crop up frequently enough.
Andrew's single glove covered the only visible evidence of his own mutation. Any scars he had could be put down to accidents. None of them were visible except for a pair of scars on his right arm. It didn't matter. Not every mutant he met needed to know that he was one too. And this woman might not even be a mutant. Sure they were everywhere it seemed but that didn't make every odd encounter he had with someone evidence that they were a mutant. It just raised the chances that they were, that's all.
Ahorta glued her eyes to him, watching every move he made, from the slow breath he took to the gentle steps he braved to near her. He asked if she needed any help, it was always a good indication. It was day time, there were crowds of people, if he did anything, he would be seen. It seemed like whatever he was doing was actually out of concern. Then again, everyone knows to act under control when out in public, its privacy, like that dark alley way, that could present a horrible situation. Blinking a few times, she put her foot down, balancing her body so she did not fall over, fallen prey are easier to capture.
"I don't think you can provide the help I need," she said, not realizing that it may have sounded like she meant mentally. Though she was mentally unstable, she was completely unaware of her state of mind and believed that no one else experienced it simply because they were blind to the world. What she meant was cleansing herself. She doubted he carried the proper utinsils to clean the slums of the city from her hair and skin. Then again, it was always hard to use soap, she needed to shower with cold water in order for her acid to not seep out and eat away at the soap before she could even clean her body.
She saw a single glove on and questioned his fashion sense. Wasn't that a Michael Jackson thing? From back in the late 80's, early 90's? It almost made her laugh. Then again... it might have been his prominent hand. Maybe he used that hand to do everything, to make contact with the dirt in the world, like open doors or pick something off the floor that he dropped. Though Ahorta's hands were covered in gloves due to her mutation and annoyance when she dissolves something before she could manage to examine it, but she also enjoyed avoiding contact with the world.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 15, 2010 12:48:10 GMT -6
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What to do now? Andrew wasn't quite sure what action to take next. She had declined his help but only because she didn't think he could help. He had to admit that he hadn't thought of how to extricate himself from the situation if she'd told him no. Now it was a little awkward and he stood there as he attempted to figure out just what to do. Well answering her would be a start.
"Oh, I, uh, I see."
Now think Andrew, what to do now? Maybe just go? That seemed like the best option. After all, he'd done his good deed in offering to help hadn't he? He should just wish her a good day, turn around, and go back to the apartment. Andrew tugged at his glove nervously. That may have been what he should do but it wasn't what he was going to do. He'd give it one more shot. If she turned him down again then he'd head home. There was a cake recipe he hadn't tried yet. Now that he'd sorted out some ingredients he could do so.
"Well, I could still try?"
Yeah doing a bit more baking after this sounded like a very good idea.
He offered again, still blindly, completely unaware of what she might need help with. Still, it was brave to ask again and either he was persitant to make her prey, or he truly had a good heart. No paranoid reactions had erupted since his introductions, which was usually a good thing. Meeting new people hardly came naturally so long as those new people had eight legs or forked tongues, not to mention their reptilian eyes. Pondering for a moment, it seemed harmless to come up with something for him to help with, even if it would not be fore too long and if it was a small little task.
"You could look behind me and tell me if anyone is following or if there is any threat in the alley way..." she said, deciding that her safety was important enough while she was still in the alley way. Hopefully he was a good enough person to tell her the truth. There was always the possibility that he had an accomplice in the alley that was waiting for her to ask him to check the alley, then he would lie and allow the other to attack her and steal her forever! Then again...he seemed harmless.
While debating whether to call the new man a friend or foe, she remained frozen, both feet planted on the ground while her eyes darted around the exit of the alley. If there was anyone behind her, she would not dare give away her caution by turning around. If anything, she needed to keep staring forward and act like she was just talking to this man instead of keeping an eye out for an intruder.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 16, 2010 0:18:27 GMT -6
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It was an unusual request that the woman made of him. Perhaps she wasn't entirely there but he had offered to help and she had told him what he could do. Therefore Andrew set off down the alleyway to see if there was anything inhabiting the other end. Other than garbage strewn about in various manners Andrew saw nothing that would constitute a threat to anyone. No one appeared to be following the woman that he could tell. In fact the only danger in this place was that of getting filthy.
Andrew surveyed the alley multiple times before saying anything. You never could be too careful after all. Just because she might sound like she was concerned over nothing to a normal person didn't mean she couldn't be right. For all he knew there could be something or someone trying to find her and hurt her. Just like there would be any number of people trying to use him if word of his mutation spread. After a few minutes of careful searching Andrew concluded that the alley was indeed safe for now.
"I don't see anyone or anything in here that could be a threat."
By assuring her that nothing untoward was happening in the alley Andrew assured himself that she was the only one here. That meant it would be a lot easier to get away if the whole thing did in fact prove to be a set up. Unless she was a mutant with a dangerous power. In which case he would likely be screwed. Well, there was always running. Andrew could do that well enough.
The other one spent a considerable amount of time surveying the alley. It was enough time to nearly convince her he meant no harm. If someone really was hiding in the alley, waiting for this guy to give him the thumbs up, then that was a very slow attacker. It all made her feel much more comfortable, but still a little cautious. Was he a human? A human sent to gain her trust and then take her away to the 'funny farm'? When he gave her the green light to continue out of the alley, she glanced back one more time and then followed through the exit, still looking back every other step. When she was out, she felt a flood of relief wash over her, but she dared not show him she had fear, so she kept it as a mental sigh.
"Thank you, you can never be too sure," she said, refraining from adding the rest of what she planned on saying. What if someone had found a way to use her ability to see where others can't to make her not see what others could! It would be a nearly impossible trick, but the ones who were after her were crafty and smart, they had to understand how to get to her, had to have thoroughly examined her records to find any weaknesses. She had a few tricks up her sleeve when they did attack, however.
Turning back to the alley way, she noticed he had not fully left the alley and returned the favor by looking all around, her eyes darting from corner to corner, empty trash receptical to vacant window, fire escape ladder to pigeon perched rooftop. "I don't see anyone in there, I think it's safe out here," she said, now turning her attention to the crowds. While she was aware most people did not act like this in public, she firmly believed it was due to their ignorance and not due to her own mental instability.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 16, 2010 17:11:05 GMT -6
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When the woman thanked him Andrew gave her a small smile. It felt good to have helped her. Yes the request had been an odd one but Andrew was starting to get used to oddness on the whole. She proceeded out of the alley and seemed to relax, at least a little, from her tense state. Andrew hung back for a moment or two before he started to head out of the alley. It was long enough a wait that she returned the favor for him, declaring the alley safe for him to traverse.
"I was glad to help and thank you as well."
It didn't take long to emerge back into the open streets and Andrew felt much safer. He didn't trust alleys anymore, despite both he and this woman declaring this one safe. They just weren't safe places to be. People that were fond of hurting others tended to congregate in alleys. Andrew was quite willing to attribute ninja-like stealth capabilities. He certainly hadn't seen either group of said coming until it was too late.
"Is there anything else I can do?"
Another polite offer. If she told him no this time he'd go. His groceries were beginning to get heavy. He'd head back to his apartment, get them put away, and then maybe have a nap. After which he'd probably get back to baking again.
The bags her new found ally (for now) was carrying seemed to be weighing him down and she dove into a mental battle of whether she would offer help this time. If the key was to be unpredictable, how unpredictable was it that Ahorta would do offer to help first and not just return the favor? Finally, she skidded to a halt at the answer and lifted an arm, close enough to show she was offering, but far enough to keep her vital veins safe from any quick action this other one would produce if he were to attack. "Can I help you carry those?" she asked, trying to remember how to even form a smile under her face mask.
"I was just going to the store, which direction are you headed?" she asked, remembering what Ms. Faust had said about trusting others. If she never placed any trust in anyone, how could she expect to be trusted? Then again, she had yet to run into a moment where she needed someone else to trust her, if they didn't, good riddance, she could get along fine without them. Still, there was something that caused her to reach out a little, just to give it a shot this time, she was sick of fleeing from everyone.
Though her paranoid schizophrenic episodes, she usually tricked herself, but maybe if she trusted him, he would not reveal his true face. Her hopes remained in him being a mutant, but she was not entirely sure, sometimes they were in disguise quite well, but mutants were the only ones that did not send her into a paranoid state, well, at least they did not turn into what she feared, it was always their surroundings if it was a mutant.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 16, 2010 18:37:57 GMT -6
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Upon standing outside the alley for mere moments the woman held out her hand and offered to help carry his bags. It was awfully kind of her and the small smile he'd given her earlier reappeared for a few seconds.
"Thank you, that would be awful kind."
Andrew handed one of the bags over to his new companion. That made things considerably easier on him. She told him that she was headed to the store and then asked which way he was headed.
"Back to my apartment actually but I'll lose no time if we stop into the store to pick up whatever you need. My destination is only about four blocks that way."
Andrew pointed up the street to indicate the direction his apartment was in. He'd come to this store because it was close and he'd needed the baking supplies. This was where he and his roommates came if they needed practically anything. Unless it was alcohol. Andrew wasn't old enough to drink yet so Craig took care of that and he preferred a certain store over this one for that. Andrew had no idea why but then again he hadn't really bothered to get friendly enough with his roommates to ask.
He handed her a bag and she took it, hoping that he acidic infrastructure would eat through the cheap handle of the plastic bag. He offered to go with her to the store since his apartment was not too far. Company would actually be appreciated in this specific situation. She had spent her time in the slums of the City, with all those crazies, everything she feared, and now there was someone in front of her offering to accompany her to the store, someone sane, someone normal, if only by her standards. "I wouldn't mind the company," she said, for the first time ever sounded like she wanted him to go.
She was reacting oddly, she was not used to treating others like this, like anything at all really. She looked in the direction of the apartment, the store was directly to their left, it was not too far at all then. Still, for once, she wondered if she was inconviencing the one she was with. "I mean, if it's no inconvience at all," she sort of laughed. Wow, who was she becoming? She was going crazy! She asked a man who she had just met to accompany her to the store and she offered to carry his bags and...well...there must be something different about him, probably a mutant, or she wouldn't feel so relaxed. "I'm sorry, I don't normally ask strangers to go with me to the store and I'm sure mutants that ask you to go to the store with them before they know you are pretty rare too," she said, hiding her smile again.
Unintentionally, she had said mutants, but sometimes, even the word 'people' scared her, it reminded her they were humans. Usually, people would flee when she said this, realizing she was a mutant, but who wanted to be associated with those people anyways? It just proved they were humans. If the guy in front of her was a human, she more than likely would not like to be around him anymore. So for the sake of having company, she hoped he was a mutant.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 16, 2010 19:46:15 GMT -6
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Maybe he'd been wrong about this particular woman. Sure she was a little odd but when she accepted his company for her shopping trip she seemed fairly normal, if a little shy. She probably just wasn't used to company. It was taking Andrew a little bit of time to get used to conversing and acting like a normal person again. He still couldn't discuss his mutation without getting overly nervous. She even qualified the her acceptance by saying that he should only come if it wasn't an inconvenience.
"It's no inconvenience whatsoever."
Andrew was beginning to think that maybe he was going to have a normal day out with a nice, if strange, woman. This is until she apologized for her behavior, called herself a mutant, and then called him a mutant all in the course of one sentence. How on earth had she known?! He'd done absolutely nothing to give himself away except for toy with his glove once or twice! He was panicking. No amount of reasoning could make this make sense. Andrew's breathing sped as his thoughts spun around like a top.
Then the panic gave way to a moment's eerie calm as he eased into his safety zone. It was all just a movie. Movies were the only place someone you met randomly on the street knew something that important about you. He was in absolutely no danger at all. A smile flashed across his face.
"It's alright. As strange as it might seem I'm glad to keep you company, as one mutant to another."
His character would be calm here and therefore so would he. He'd take her to the store so she could by what she needed and then they'd go back to his place so he could put away his own groceries. If things got too dangerous the director would just yell 'cut' and have the stunt doubles come in. There was no way that he was in danger of his mutation being used against him because this was all just a movie. At least, that was what Andrew told himself so that he didn't totally fall apart.
He stated that it was no inconvience, which was a relief, for once. Ahorta had really taken Ms. Faust's advice on trusting others to heart, or at least trusting mutants. Though she was not sure if he was a mutant, the lack of panic attacks in his presence was enough to suggest he was a mutant and that she could trust him more than just another innocent bystander. Then he did something that made her panic, he looked upset, discovered, and cautious. He looked around in his own form of a panic attack, which sent Ahorta on high alert. Her eyes darted around, her knees slightly bent as she observed one passer-by to another, waiting for one of them to attack.
"What is it? Is something wrong? Is someone following us?" she asked before turning to face him again. He seemed calm now, what had happened. Was he as paranoid as she was? Freaking out at a small situation and then calming down so soon afterwards? No, Ahorta would not have calmed down so fast if she had a panic attack and even though the other calmed down, she was still on high alert, continuing to glue her eyes from one person to the next. Anyone that stared at her too long was made a target if anything went wrong. So far, she had 8 targets that were showing minor signs of her schizophrenia: slit eyes, green skin, red noses, and the likes.
"Listen, if anything happens, we're in this together," she nodded, still eyeing others. It turns out her run-in with her father was beneficial, she was able to direct her fear into protecting someone who had shown her kindness. Normally, she was not able to process another's kindness and if she tried to return the favor, they more than likely realized she was crazy and ran. Most people don't enjoy the company of a paranoid schizophrenic mutant with acid powers and unbreaking bones. Most people don't enjoy her at all. "I'm Ahorta, by the way," she said,m following the usual template on how to get to know someone. She needed to know his name if she was going to protect him from the world he couldn't see. Or could he? He had an odd moment earlier, maybe he did see what she saw.