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...?
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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?
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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.
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After she had spoken, she turned to Rew, just to see if he was paying attention, but he was centered on scanning the rest of the crowd. Had what she said actually made sense to him? Maybe he was one of the excrutiatingly rare people in the world who actually understood her and didn't think anything less of her when she spoke the truth. Maybe he was just like her and could see the same things, he just learned to fight it rather than flee from it. While Ahorta did find herself brave, she would always rather run or attack from long distance situations than to fight up close and personal like her powers were best at attacking.
The attendant rang it up and Ahorta tried her best to keep her eyes adverted, not looking at the cashier for fear that she would turn into something as well. "And how will you be paying for this?" she asked, after the total came out to only about $8.52. Rumaging through her pockets, she took out a thick metal billfold and opened it. With her power, any lose change in her pocket could be disentigrated whenever she stressed herself to the point of sweating. This also made the majority of her clothes rather close to danger as well, but she dipped the essentials in a base, the essentials being her gloves and shoes, since her feet and hands sweat the most. As for her armpits, she usually left enough room in her slightly saggy clothes to avoid close contact in that area.
She did not respond as she pulled out eight dollars and began rumaging for change. Slowly, she pulled out a quater, two dimes, a nickel, and two pennies. The cashier seemed impatient, but Ahorta's adverted eyes did not notice this and she clumpled the change up on the tiny platform next to the card payment ouiji board. With caution, the woman stuck her hand out to retrieve the money, the worry of whether Ahorta had infused the bills with some sort of drug lingering in the back of her mind, but she finished the transaction and asked Ahorta if she wanted a receipt. After shaking her head, Ahorta turned to Rew and stopped for a second, thinking hard. "Did you want any candy?" she asked, ignoring the heavy sigh from the cashier who would need to do another transaction if Rew said yes.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 30, 2010 15:43:15 GMT -6
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During Ahorta's transaction the cashier seemed nervous. Not surprising. Normal folks would likely be put off by Ahorta's manner. Andrew smiled at the woman, attempting to calm her down. They didn't need another incident. Andrew was feeling uncharacteristically brave and would likely attempt to fight if it came to it. However he didn't really want that so he smiled to ease the cashier's mind. Ahorta's billfold drew Andrew's attention but he recalled her mutation and realized that it made sense. Anything else probably wouldn't last long.
As he thought about it he came to the conclusion that perhaps in some ways he was lucky. Sure his mutation wasn't good for much but as long as he remembered to keep his trap shut and not break any promises he did make it was fine. The single promise he had at the moment sprang to mind. As it did he found himself reluctant to speak. It wasn't a surprise, just his mutation making sure he kept quiet about a certain person's mutation.
Ahorta's question about whether he wanted candy broke the momentary hold on his speech. Andrew shook his head.
"No thanks."
His eyes swept the store again and then focused back on Ahorta and the cashier. Andrew smiled nice and casual-like, hoping that his refusal had brought the cashier a little bit of peace.
"Ok then!" Ahorta exclaimed, grabbing her bag of goodies and walking away from the cashier. While it may have seemed odd, walking into a store with purchased items from another store only to purchase some more, the stolen good detectors did not go off and Ahorta's appearance warned anyone who dared venture the question to just save their breath and walk away. Before they could go, however, they needed to pass under that wind tunnel again and Ahorta stopped for a second, lightly shook her head back to reality, or rather the form of reality she perceived, held her breath, and rushed under it. One the other side, she waited a couple more seconds to release her air and then breathed in, waiting to make sure it did not mess with her system in any way, shape, or form.
"Where to now, Rew?" she asked. It was probably one of the most underused sentences she knew of: where to now? She hardly ever followed anyone, and never so brightly, but Rew just seemed to be a trustworthy guy. After all, he just stuck up for her in the store and most of her odd habits did not seem odd to him at all. She wondered if he shared the same mind or if he was just a generally understanding guy who accepted whatever without questions. Did he really believe her or did he just feel it was best he looked as though he believed her?
No matter what the answer was, for once, she was happy to have some normal company, someone who did not judge her all too quickly or run away when she spoke about humans or raise an eyebrow when she ran under the wind tunnels. Yes, it was nice to have someone close to a friend...
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 1, 2010 11:29:50 GMT -6
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The two of them hurried out of the grocery and Andrew watched Ahorta rush under the vent again. This time he didn't even flinch at it. Hardly noticed it at all except to notice that he hadn't noticed. Now that they were outside of the grocery again Andrew relaxed a little more. Out in the open where they could easily run if needed he didn't feel the need to be quite as vigilant. He glanced up the road toward his apartment.
"To my apartment I guess, to put these groceries away. I've got a couple of roommates that may or may not be around but we'll deal with them if they are about."
With the boost of confidence that Ahorta's presence and praise provided Andrew felt confident he could tell his roommates to shove it in no uncertain terms if they said anything. Ahorta was bright, even chipper perhaps, and Andrew felt like he could take on the world. Well at least a couple of annoying roommates if they presented themselves. The world was too much for someone like him.
Andrew started toward his apartment, glancing about every now and then to check the crowds. Confidence did not mean that he needed to get stupid an forgo little things like making sure they weren't followed. There were plenty of alleys between here and the apartment building. Any number of them could be filled with the worst sorts of people just waiting to stop Andrew and Ahorta. Vigilance would keep the two of them much safer during the short walk to his place of residence.
At the sound of possible company, Ahorta sort of sucked her head into her neck in uncomfortability. If they were humans, then she would panic and the store and surroundings would not be around to make her calm down enough. "Are they mutants too?" she asked hopefully. If they were, it would not be such a big deal, but she would most likely keep her distance from them anyways, trusting only Rew.Then again, they could be gone, off to do some sort of vermin activities if they were human, or just off passing the time if they were mutants.
The way he spoke about his room mates though raised the question of if he really enjoyed their company. Perhaps he did not wish to deal with the room mates any more than she did. If he did not, she could clear them out of the room. Chances were that he did not want her to kill them, but only some chances were. If anything, she could just have one of those panic attacks, which would be easy if they were human, and poof, area is clear and free of annoying room mates. Though she hated having panic attacks and avoided them if possible, they only happened at least 3 times a day after all...
During the walk, while glancing around constantly, following every person as they passed too closely, she took a moment to glance to her side, taking in Rew through her peripherals. He was looking around too, just as much as Ahorta was. Could he really be as cautious as she was? With every blooming second, she became more and more fond of Andrew's company, but it was always at the peak of fondness that someone reveals themselves to not be a good friend in the first place. She hoped this wasn't the case. When she first went to the psych ward, her psychologist was so helpful, understanding, but then she turned into a cockroach after about the sixteenth session.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 2, 2010 11:22:16 GMT -6
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Andrew shook his head.
"No, unfortunately not. They're both humans. No too bad as far as humans go. They leave when I tell them to. One of them might have figured out that I'm a mutant though so I probably won't be staying there much longer."
Most of the time his roommates were tolerable. They left him to himself mostly and left when he told them to. They had their uses. They paid their portions of the rent on time and both had gaming systems that Andrew would not have been able to afford. He wasn't an avid gamer but occasionally it didn't hurt to play. Regardless, having the two of them around was worth the occasional pains they brought. It was a shame he'd probably have to move.
It would be difficult to find roommates that worked out quite as well as Craig and the other guy did. However if it turned out that Craig had worked out his status as a mutant then he'd have to move on post haste. Andrew would likely give it another day, just to see if the guy had figured it out. He tried to avoid thinking of the consequences of not acting soon. He'd just have a panic attack and that wasn't something he wanted right now. It would ruin the perfectly good confidence he had going. Since it wasn't something he normally had Andrew wanted to keep that feeling for as long as possible.
The apartment building was reached quicker than he'd thought and he climbed the stairs to his apartment with Ahorta in tow. One quick turn of a key in a lock and they were in. It appeared his roommates were out for the time being. That was a relief. Andrew didn't want to see either of them just now.
"Make yourself at home. The guys don't appear to be here."
With that he disappeared into the kitchen to get his groceries put away. The living room was simple and fairly clean for a college student's abode. There was a sofa and a couple of chairs grouped around a tv. The kitchen was through a doorway and four doors led off from the main room in various places. It wasn't much but it was close to campus and that was enough for Andrew.
Ahorta could feel her pupils reducing at the sound of human company and her eyebrows gathered closer to her eyes while her nostrils flared a little. It was never a good idea to surround one's mutant-self with humans, especially not in a secluded and confined room. As a matter of fact, was she completely sure that Rew was a mutant? Keeping a promise? What would happen if he broke it? Was it more that he was a moral and upstanding human or was his mutation actually what he claimed it was? With a quick glance, she looked him over, looking for any signs of his mutation, all she could see was the single glove.
"Human room mates are only fun if they believe you are just like them. Give them a reason to believe otherwise and they shun you or chase you away. The human race is like that in general, they fear what they do not understand," she sort of snorted through gritted teeth. The apartment building was getting closer and they were feet from entering it, she was holding her breath, hoping that the room mates were not there. "Though I think they're jealous, just jealous they haven't evolved, jealous they don't have these amazing abilities, jealous they're just like every one else."
They climbed the stairs, Ahorta walking in the middle of them to avoid contact with the railings, which could have been contacted with distasteful liquids or something of the likes. She braced herself as Rew opened the door and sighed in relief when he called out that the room mates were not home. Still, they could come home. Silently, she stayed in the door way, reviewing the room before she even attempted to make any sort of entry. First, she scanned the door frame, curious if some sort of electrifying sensation was triggered to set the second she walked through it. When it was safe, she poked her head through just to double check and finally, stepped into the room, scanning every inch of it.
It looked like a normal college room, but then again, Ahorta had never actually been in a college room, she simply observed from movies and television shows. Didn't most college places have buttloads of alcohol? Or was it that smoked form of drugs? Maybe that was the tv talking to her... "So what happens if you break a promise?" she asked, slowly shutting the door while scanning the hallway at first to make sure no one was following. When the coast was clear, she shut it and stood in the same place, a little afraid to enter without further observation.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 4, 2010 15:25:41 GMT -6
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Ahorta was correct in her observations on the human race. At least Andrew believed she was. Humans had a history of killing and/or oppress anything or anyone they didn't understand. It was why he feared them knowing of his mutation. It was why he'd spent four years as a stranger amidst the crowds of people. Andrew finished putting away his groceries just in time to return to the main room and have Ahorta ask him what happens when he broke a promise.
"Pain. Sometimes injury. It depends on the promise. I could probably die if the promise were severe enough."
Andrew turned around and yanked the right side of his shirt up far enough that Ahorta could see a very nasty scar, jagged and still fresh looking, on his back near his right shoulder. He turned back around.
"That's the worst one to date. I made a bad promise by accident. I didn't keep it and that was the result."
He sort of hoped that she didn't ask to see it in action. Coming up with a promise on the fly that was important enough to cause damage was difficult. Besides, he really didn't like making promises to begin with. He had exactly one at the moment and he refused to break it.
Ahorta had always been taught never to break a promise, but those were all moral ideals, to actually be put through pain for breaking a promise was rather interesting and horrifying. She nodded her head as her explain and nearly shuddered when he showed her to scar on his back. It was gnarly, and the most terrifying part was that he did not have any control over it. If there was no choice in the matter, like if he promised to take a bullet for a friend but when the time came, he couldn't get there fast enough, then he went through just as much pain? Even if he tried, he got hurt. And Ahorta thought she had plenty to be afraid of...
He mentioned that it was a bad promise and Ahorta was tempted to ask what kind of promise and why it would affect him so harshly, but she figured it was not a good idea. Had he turned the question on her, she would not have answered. Even though she was beginning to trust him, her self-protective walls were up and she was not willing to let them down, not just yet. Maybe after getting to know him more, she would lower it, but it was still in medium height. She was tempted to make him promise not to hurt her, but she was sure he wasn't keen on making promises and did not confide in her just for her to ask him to make a promise with her.
"Hmmm. Painful," she said, walking over to the kitchen, still looking around the room. It was much more relaxed in her room. Then again, her room was booby trapped. If you ran too fast, the saran wrap on the floor would twist around your feet and make you fall. And if you tried to break into her mini fridge, you'd have to know the combination of the fridge and the combination of the specific food you're trying to gain access too. Not to mention the thousands of magnets around the door, you can't bring your cell phone in her room without it's memory card beind erased. Then again, she never really had guests over and she did not own a cell phone, so it was rather comforting to know that only a stranger would get foiled by her room.
"Why here? Did you grow up here or just wanted to go to school somewhere other than your home town?" she asked, staying a safe distance away from the fridge, what if there was a bomb in there or unsafe food? She dared not take her chances.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 8, 2010 14:36:35 GMT -6
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He nodded slowly to Ahorta's two word assessment of the consequences of his ability. Simple and accurate. Andrew watched her walk to the kitchen to look around. Still cautious and Andrew understood. It was new territory for her and she probably didn't full trust him yet. That was understandable too. A few moments later she asked about why he was here. Her second question pretty much nailed his reason.
"I could have stayed in Lexington if I wanted. There are a couple of good universities there. I just didn't want to stay there where my ex-friends and my family were. Too many opportunities for them to try and wrangle a promise out of me."
Andrew had wanted to get away from his past mostly. The comfortable childhood that he'd destroyed himself for protection held sway in Lexington. New York had been someplace new with so many people that he could lose himself in the crowd. As good as his grades were it had been easy to get scholarships to pay for it. He studied hard and kept his grades up so that he didn't lose those scholarships.
Curiosity about why Ahorta was in New York rose but he didn't ask. She probably wouldn't answer if he did. Ahorta was a lot more cautious than he was. Maybe if he'd been as cautious as her some of his scars could have been avoided. Most important though was to stay away from alleys. Alleys hid criminals that seemed to love to jump him when they saw him. Yes, from now on he'd be sticking to the main streets and staying as far away from the alleyways as possible without walking in the road itself.
The lightbulb clicked and Ahorta nodded. Ex-friends. Plenty of mutants preferred leaving their home town because of the main mistake: when they grew their powers, they trusted their friends and family with the details. While some friends, rare of course, would be understanding and possibly even think it was cool, there were those that were manipulative, using their friend's power to their advantage or there were the friends who were afraid, afraid that they friend was now the higher species. It was never a good idea to tell another non-mutant, especially not when a mutant's powers are just growing. "Human ex-friends? Tried to use you?" she asked, singling them out in her own preconceived idea of humanity.
He didn't return the question, but she answered it anyways. It was not that she trusted him more than anyone else, though he and Ms. Faust were definitely the two she would trust if she needed, but it was more to make it even more apparent that she did not put up with any bull, that she was raised in an area that did not put up with any bull. She ignored that this same area also produced criminals and severely undereducated children. "I lived in the slums of the city. You know all those streets fine educated and medium income people have been warned never to cross? Yeah, those areas once held me hostage. I guess I can't get too far away from it, though, I still have my father who lives there," she sort of growled. Speaking of which, she still needed to pay him a visit.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 8, 2010 19:24:23 GMT -6
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"Human ex-friends, yes. Tried to use me, no. I didn't give them a chance to. Humans are horrible like that. You give them a little bit of power over someone else and they'll exploit it and do horrible things. The second I figured out my power I got rid of those friends because I knew they'd do it if they could. I didn't tell them and cut them away so they couldn't hurt me."
Even though he hadn't asked her about it she answered his unspoken question of her origins. So she was a child of slums huh? Funny how two such different upbringings could produce people who could understand each other, at least on some level. She seemed somewhat touchy about her father. Andrew wouldn't pry. Ahorta would tell him if she wanted him to know.
Andrew's father hadn't been that bad. He was a good father when he was around. Trouble was that he wasn't around a lot. Still, Andrew was satisfied with the job he'd done raising him. Kevin was a decent father just as Lillian had been a decent mother. There really wasn't much to say about that honestly. So instead Andrew settled himself in a chair to watch Ahorta and converse with her.
Ahorta felt her blood temperature rise and she felt her fists clutch, pulling at the black leather that gloved them and restricted her from digging her fingernails into the palm of her hand. Was she actually feeling anger against these humans who had tried to hurt Rew? Could she actually be experiencing feelings of protective nature? She sort of snorted, attempting to rid her own mind of such an idea while making it seem like she was snorting at these ex-friends. Humans are always the same. They are jealous and mistrusting. Then again, why would you trust someone that's more powerful than yoursel? It's so much more safe to take advantage of them."
Ahorta eyes continued to wander around the room. There was a difference between giving vital information that could ultimately lead to her downfall and just giving simple information to pass the time. Although the mental institution brought up some horrible memories, she was willing to share that bit as a sign of good friendhsip. "My dad thought it would be best if I were sent to a mental institution, for my weird brain. But he had it alll wrong, that place was for people without a brain and I was the smartest one of course. Everyone told me that what I said wasn't true, they wanted to make me human, but I escaped. That's why I don't like humans, they make you feel inadequate, like you don't belong.
"Well its them that don't belong, not in the world earth is becoming, a mutant world, they're afraid of endangerment, and ultimately of extinction." while she did not make it sound like she would personally see to mankind's extinction, she sort of sang the word in a twisted desire, like a lover who wants another so badly but knows they can never be obtained. She leaned against the chair, still looking around, still expecting to see Rew's room mates to burst through the door and infect her with whatever poisons or diseases they carried. With eveery passing footstep, she held her breath.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 14, 2010 10:41:23 GMT -6
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Privately Andrew fully agreed with her assessment of humans. They were petty grasping conniving sorts generally. Of course Andrew included a good portion of mutants in that. Mutant or human, most people weren't to be trusted. Andrew preferred mutants because they were more likely to understand his problems but they were just as likely to try and use them as anyone else. Ahorta was one of the few people he'd met so far that could understand this side of him. The one that feared and used that fear as a reason to keep others away.
However, as Andrew was getting comfortable with her presence Ahorta said something that made his blood run cold. She'd been in a mental institution. Was all her caution and seeming reason caused by some mental disorder? Andrew didn't want to believe that. Ahorta understood, she couldn't be crazy. No, she was probably sent there because she was a mutant. That was it. Her father had probably hated her abilities and sent her there so she wouldn't be around.
Once he was finished deluding himself Andrew tuned back into Ahorta's words. A world with only mutants? Was that even possible? Andrew would feel a lot safer and more relaxed if that were the way things were. He could just be himself instead of being a freak. However maybe Ahorta had a point. Mutants were clearly dominant to humans. Maybe this was the beginning of a new stage of evolution? Questions like that wouldn't be answered until historians looked back at this age from many years in the future though. It was an interesting thought though. Andrew lacked the words to express these sentiments at the moment. Ahorta had done such an admirable job of it. He nodded and waited to see what else she might have to say.
Her companion fell silent. Had she said something against what he believed? Was he a human lover? His head nodding to her beliefs on humans stated otherwise, but she could not help but notice his pause at her mention of the mental institution. Had she made a mistake in confiding that in him? His silence drove her to the brink of insanity and she covered it up by talking more. "My father had many secrets he wanted to keep from the world, I was included in those secrets. My father was only around while my mother was around but they weren't even together. It was an excuse to have a 'family'. The moment she died and he didn't have to get drunk and hit me anymore, he sent me away, far away from him. He was the abnormal one and he thought I was weird for disagreeing with him," she spat.
Hopefully, by clearing that part up, perhaps she would be able to regain her seemingly lost status. He thought she was a freak, her only friend. Her mind slowled down, trying to make sure she did not have another panic attack, she could not handle another one of those, especially not in front of her friend. He was her friend, she didn't care if he paused when she admitted she had been to an institution, he was her friend and she was sticking by it.
She kept her mouth closed for a few seconds, waiting for him to respond with something. Hopefully, by stating what had happened, then maybe he would believe her and stand by her side still, it was the truth after all. Then again, it was only the truth according to her mental state.