The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Sept 14, 2010 9:41:48 GMT -6
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Mama was in the kitchen, baking cookies. Seriously. Where else would she be?
She could have just posted a note for the students to come and see her if they wanted to talk, or started picking them up one by one and trying to make friends. But, in her own opinion and long experience as a mother and a school counselor, nothing drew in students like the smell of fresh food. It was easier to talk over cookies and drinks too.
Besides, the Mansion kitchen was a scandal.
She spent the best part of the morning cleaning up, and getting rid of food that had long expired, or was not worth eating to begin with. After that, she preapred a proper meal enough to feed a minor army of mutant children, and now, she moved on to making cookies. She was wearing an apron, and she was humming to herself. She was in her element. In the kitchen, aming children. Students. Mutants. Like her.
Now the only thing missing was someone to chat with. Hopefully she wouldn't have to wait too long.
Posted by toomanyvampyres on Sept 14, 2010 9:57:24 GMT -6
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Fall was the last vestige of warm dry weather that Raven could expect out of the year. It wasn't summer, which was by far her favourite season, but it still had its benefits. She was still able to sit in her new favourite tree for hours on end without freezing or being soaked to the bone and Blackwing was still able to fly through the skies foraging for anything tasty or interesting. Then again, it was never Blackwing that suffered during the long winter months, that was always Raven. Still, even in the warm weather she couldn't stay in her tree forever and, eventually, hunger compelled her back to the ground and back into the walls of the Mansion.
It still felt more than a little strange for Raven, knowing that she could simply enter the Mansion and get herself food whenever she wanted it. No one yelled at her when she took something out of the fridge and not a single resident had chased her out of the kitchen yelling and threatening her physical harm. She still half expected that to change, but until it did she wasn't complaining. She didn't understand the humans that ran the place but if they wanted to give away such things for free, who was she to complain? She was a raven and a scavenger, she would make the best of any situation and in this particular situation it wasn't difficult to do at all.
The moment Raven wandered into the kitchen she knew something was different. Even she, who rarely paid attention to such things, could see that the kitchen was literally gleaming with clean. More noticeable than that, even, was the wonderful smell of baked goods, a smell she hadn't scented in her own kitchen since she had left her mother so many years ago. Thinking of her mother, she realized that she really should call her again. It had been weeks since they last talked.
Raven cocked her head to the side, studying the woman bustling about the kitchen like she owned the place. "Are you willing to share those?"
Nathan was in the mansion. That much he gathered from the lush axminster carpets that stretched out in front of him like a furry red sea. And the paintings of various dignitaries and important bigwigs that there were lining the walls. Nathan had no idea who any of them were, but didn’t care. He was wandering because he knew his sense of direction sucked and was trying to map the place out in his free time. Not an exciting way to spend it, but hopefully productive.
Eventually, having burned through most of a free period with nothing more to show for it than slightly worn-down soles on his shoes, he turned to head back to his room. At least, he thought it was back to his room. This might be the way to the library…
Nathan stopped and sniffed the air. A peculiar strain of delicious had caught his nose, and he followed it, paying little heed to where he was walking and apologising to some of the students he bustled past as he made his way through the mansion towards what turned out to be the Kitchen. Except that maybe he wasn’t in the mansion anymore, because this sure as hell wasn’t the mansion’s kitchen.
Gone was the familiar mess and clutter, the cutlery lying in disarray, the stack of dirty plates as high as the ceiling and the washing-up undone for weeks. In its place, every surface gleamed like a precious jewel, the white of the floortiles sparkled as he stepped in and he saw two unfamiliar figures. One of them was a woman who might work here. She had a kind face, but an instant air of ‘no-nonsense’ about her that put him strictly on best behaviour. The other was probably a student here, but he couldn’t remember seeing her at any classes.
The ovens hummed with the sound of their labour while the smell of delicious freshly-baked treats wafted from the trays of assorted goodies. Nathan could barely contain himself. He was practically drooling. Maybe that was this woman’s mutation? Maybe she made food that smelled like Ambrosia itself.
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Sept 14, 2010 10:29:37 GMT -6
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>>"Are you willing to share those?"
Mama T. smirked before she turned around to look at the girl with the curious voice. She was not a little kid, but she seemed intrigued by the smell of food. Most people were. It was hard to resist fresh cookies.
"Absolutely." she nodded, putting on mitts to open the oven. From the corner of her eyes she caught a glimpse of the boy who just joined them. The food trick was indeed working. Then again, it was not really a trick.
"And you too, young man. Food is free for any student to take; it's the shcool kitchen, after all." she smiled, pulling a tray of cookies from the oven and setting it down on the table "There is lunch too, it either of you is interested. I bet you both could use some real home made food." she smiled at them "Wash your hands first."
Posted by toomanyvampyres on Sept 14, 2010 10:43:27 GMT -6
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Raven heard the approach of the teenage boy long before she actually spotted him, her sensitive hearing picking up his none too subtle steps many feet from the entrance of the kitchen. Then again, at The Mansion she couldn't really think of any good reason why he might feel the need to be stealthy. After all, it was a school and she had yet to see anything more violent actually occur there than a teenage brawl or two. She only spared the guy a brief glance before attention returned fully to the cookies.
Raven beamed at the suggestion that the food was free for the taking. She was still getting used to the fact that when people said free in The Mansion, people actually meant free. It was a very odd feeling but, in this instance, she felt it only right to offer the lovely baking lady something in exchange for her cookies. She set her backpack down on the floor and started rifling through it until she came out with a little crystal statue of a phoenix. She had no idea where the statue came from but it was rather lovely and Blackwing hadn't claimed it as his own. It would be perfect in exchange for a few cookies. "This is for you," she offered the baking lady the statue before going to wash her hands.
Once properly washed, something previously only her mother had been able to convince her to do but something about the baking lady kind of reminded her of her mom, she scurried up and grabbed a cookie. As she approached the lady, the oddest thing occurred. It was as if cotton had been put into her ears and her vision suddenly became dull and clouded. Even her ever present connection with Blackwing momentarily blinked off but everything was back to normal a moment later when she scurried back to the corner of the kitchen, triumphantly holding the cookie.
Nathan blinked for a couple of seconds and then smiled. Whoever this woman was he liked her. He watched, surprised as the young woman in front of him offered up a small but ornate statuette to the matriarchal figure, which pushed him slightly closer to ‘this is a dream, you’ve been kidnapped by an evil cult’ but with a swift mental kick from his inner monologue, he abandoned that train of thought in favour of cookies.
With glee he went to the sink only half expecting to see festering cups and old tins and soapy water with things living in it (the usual standard of the Mansion’s kitchen) and was therefore only half surprised to find it gleaming and just as clean as the rest of the room. He ran through some water, used some of the washing-up liquid and scrubbed his hands. Properly. Like, under the fingernails and everything. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d done that. He wondered why he’d bothered as he turned back to the room.
He stepped forwards, on a quest towards the cookies which smelled so very good, not realising that the woman who was offering them to him was an adapted, and that she nullified ALL powers within a radius from her body. In this case, the radius was seven feet, and Nathan was only nine feet away. As he took the last two steps forwards, he felt a sense of something happening inside his body. He neared the boundary and felt the sensation grow stronger, more powerful, until eventually, he stepped within the adapted-aura, and…
“Achoo!”
Nathan sneezed, holding up his hands and then blinking up at Awesome Cookie-Woman (which was now her official title as far as he was concerned) he sighed, returning to rewash his hands.
Clean once more, he plucked a cookie from the tray incredibly carefully. He wasn’t worried about the heat, but didn’t want to touch the metal. They were on the ground floor so he wouldn’t break much, but he wouldn’t be able to eat it if he were made of…whatever baking trays were made out of. That was something he should probably find out.
He bit into it carefully and then looked back at the woman who was smiling expectantly. “Mmfm…fis ish really goo’” he managed, before mentally scolding himself for speaking with his mouth full. He finished the cookie and then remembered she’d said something about lunch, which sounded like an awesome idea. “Sorry, let me try that again.” he said with an empty mouth. “That tasted great, and if the rest of your cooking is anything like as good then I just have to have some. It’s been too long since I had anything that wasn’t packed in plastic.”
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Sept 15, 2010 5:15:18 GMT -6
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>> "This is for you,"
Mama T smiled at the girl as she scurried away, holding the cookie. "Thank you, dear." She took the little statue and put it onto te counter. She couldn't really tell how old the girl was, but she was not really acting her age. Mama didn't mind. They were all just kids to her anyway.
The boy washed his hands carefully, and looked like he was trying really hard to be on his best behavior. Mama smirked to herself as she watched him carefully take a cookie; she wondered what his mutation was. As close as he came to her, it should have been cancelled for the time being.
>>“Sorry, let me try that again. That tasted great, and if the rest of your cooking is anything like as good then I just have to have some. It’s been too long since I had anything that wasn’t packed in plastic.”
Mama's smile widened as she took the mitts off. "I can imagine that. Take a seat, kids." she nodded towards the kitchen table, and went to get plates and spoons for them.
"By the way, my name is Gemma. Most kids call me Mama T. I am your new guidance counselor." she added as she lay the table for two, putting out spoons, knives and forks for both of them "Among other things. Looks like I'm gonna have to feed you too until someone realizes teenagers need decent meals."
Lunch was plenty, and excellently made. She put the dishes onto the table, and let the boy and the girl take as much as they wanted. She sat down too, her kitchen activities finished for the time being, and took a cookie for herself. She certainly deserved it.
She didn't need to talk about being an adapted. They'll figure it out for themselves, sooner or later.
Posted by toomanyvampyres on Sept 15, 2010 16:06:44 GMT -6
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Raven couldn't remember the last time she had eaten such wonderful cookies and that was saying something since she had been known to steal food from some rather high class restaurants. Even Blackwing, picking up on her enjoyment, tried to elicit a promise out of her to allow him a cookie as well but that was a promise she wasn't certain she was prepared to make or keep.
Finishing her first cookie, Raven once again skittered closer to the wonderful cookie ladie and got herself a second cookie, skittering back once again to her corner. For a second time, however, she felt as if cotton balls had been stuffed in her ears and hazy glasses put over her eyes in the moments in which she was near the woman. She cocked her head to the side and stared at the woman, blinking inquisatively.
"What's your power," Raven asked, seeing no reason not to be entirely blunt. Because that was the only logical conclusion regarding what happened when she went close to the amazing baking woman. She focused her attention on the other person in the room, curious whether he'd encountered the same bizzare effects when he went near the woman.
Nathan was greeted and seated at the kitchen table. It was rarely used, since most people tended to eat elsewhere; the refectory or in their rooms. This was nice though. It felt more like home and less like a school. Nathan felt himself relaxing…for all of three seconds. Mama-T walked amongst them apparently perfectly happy and in her element, bringing vats of food to the table which smelled almost as good as the cookies had. Nathan was overjoyed with the vast repast which was placed in front of him, but it was the metal cutlery that gave him cause for pause.
>> "By the way, my name is Gemma. Most kids call me Mama T. I am your new guidance counsellor, among other things. Looks like I'm gonna have to feed you too until someone realizes teenagers need decent meals."
“Pleased to meet you, Gem- Mam- Mrs T” Nathan began, changing names halfway until he decided on one he felt he could use. She had claimed the name almost preferentially, but Gemma was too forward for a woman he’d just met and in he might well be in America but there was just no way he was calling anyone Mama. He tried to compromise, not wanting to be difficult. Well, not more difficult than he had to be. “I…um…don’t suppose there’s any clingfilm?” he asked, looking around for some, but merely spotting trouble. His cutlery was made of metal, the serving implements in each of the dishes were large metal spoons and ladles. The drawers in the kitchen that might contain the cellophane had metal handles…
“Sorry, I don’t want to be a pain.” he added a little sheepishly. “It’s my mutation…I can’t touch metal” he explained. Mentally he thought that this was a problem he really ought to have addressed by now. There had to be an easier solution…
While he waited for a response, he saw the strange raven-haired woman tilt her head to one side, as if confused or puzzled about something. He was on the cusp of asking her what her power was, but she beat him to the punch, directing the question instead to Gemm- Mama- Mrs T.
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Sept 17, 2010 1:05:33 GMT -6
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>>“Pleased to meet you, Gem- Mam- Mrs T”
"Miss T, if you must." Mama smiled, accepting his greeting. Almost every kid she'd ever met had a different name for her; she was not picky at all. Mama T was just one of the most popular. But Mrs... she had not been a Mrs. for quite a while now, and she liked it that way.
>>“I…um…don’t suppose there’s any clingfilm? Sorry, I don’t want to be a pain. It’s my mutation…I can’t touch metal”
British kid with a metal-based mutation. Check. They both seemed to like the food, and they were both interested in what her power was. Mama smiled to herself. She had lots of powers, she did. And no mutations.
"Yes you can. Catch." picking up a spoon from the table, she tossed it at Nathan, making it easy for him to catch. He was well withing her range.
"That. Is one of my abilities." she smirked, watching the two of them "It's called being an 'adapted', I hear. Funny, it's not all that different from being a mutant."
Posted by toomanyvampyres on Sept 17, 2010 12:28:51 GMT -6
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Raven wondered what kind of power resulted in the inability to touch metal. It was rather odd, to say the least. Did the metal devour him or something? Maybe he was allergic to it? Well, hopefully he at least got something out of having an allergy to metal, especially if it was a deadly allergy. Mutants were such funny creatures sometimes.
When the cookie lady, calling herself Mama T apparently, brought out even more food, this time not cookie related, Raven could do nothing but grin, find herself a plate and accept it. From a nearby window Blackwing cawed his displeasure at the fact that he was not there to enjoy the feast with her. Maybe, if he remained good, she'd save him some. Maybe.
At the mention of Mama T being an adapted, Raven cocked her head curiously to the side and looked closely at her. Well, she didn't look any different than a mutant or a human for that matter. So, the question was, what was an adapted?
"Mama T, you're cooking is delicous, but what's an adapted?" First compliment then question, a technique Raven had learned to use to reliable success. It was the one way in which crows and humans were simalar: they both liked to be complimented.
Nathan tried to stop himself, he really did. There’s just something primal about the act of catching. It’s an autonomous response, decided upon by a committee formed of your childish nature, your immediate reflexes and your inherited responses. Your brain really has very little say in the matter. Considering how it’s supposed to be the overriding monarch of your body, this makes the committee seem downright rebellious.
So, hostage to a mutation he didn’t care much for and a rogue committee hell bent on ruining his life further, Nathan caught the spoon. His hand snaked out and he felt his fingers wrap around the handle. His eyes closed in expectation of what was going to happen…but nothing did. No ghastly looks, no leaden sensation as his whole body changed…nothing. He looked down at his hand, which was grasping the spoon. He first thought the spoon might be a plastic or some non-metallic substance.
No dice. The spoon was cold to the touch and steamed up at his breath. It was metal all-right. Stainless steel. The question now was: why wasn’t he changing. The woman had been so assertive and so assured that he’d be able to touch metal…was this her doing? He looked up at her, almost in awe. “You…cure people?” he asked.
>> "That. Is one of my abilities. It's called being an 'adapted', I hear. Funny, it's not all that different from being a mutant."
The woman smirked, but she was taking this too lightly. What she had went beyond a mutation. So much more. Hers was a gift. “Is…is it permanent?” he asked, reaching and picking up a fork, still not quite believing he could touch it safely.
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Sept 19, 2010 1:39:22 GMT -6
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>>"Mama T, you're cooking is delicous, but what's an adapted?"
"I'm glad you like it." Mama T smiled at the girl's compliment, but kept her eyes on the guy. He seemed amazed by the fact that his mutation was not working.
>>“You…cure people? Is…is it permanent?”
She made a mental note to talk to this one about his powers, and more importantly, his relationship to his powers later on. He seemed to enjoy being able to touch metal. But 'cure'?
"There's nothing to cure." she smirked, shaking her head "And yes, it is permanent. Within my aura, that is. Whenever you walk closer than 7 feet to me, your powers will be cancelled. You walk away, you get them back."
Glancing at the girl this time, she added
"Some people say people like me are nature's response to the growing number of people with mutant powers. I, franky, couldn't care less about stuff like that. As I said, it's not all different from being a mutant."
Posted by toomanyvampyres on Sept 22, 2010 11:07:40 GMT -6
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Raven watched the fascinating facial expressions on Nathan's face as the spoon went flying towards him and he caught it. Humans were so expressive, their emotions clear to read upon their faces if only one spent the time to learn how to do so and Raven had spent a great deal of time studying them. Of course, that didn't make them any more comprehensible. Just because she knew someone was afraid or excited or happy or sad didn't mean that she understood the first thing about why they were feeling those things. Emotions she could read, it was the underlying motivations that she still had problems with.
As Nathan caught the spoon he was clearly shocked by something which was at least partially explained by the conversation to follow and the fact that, apparently, adapted meant "curing" mutants of their powers. Or something like that. Raven didn't want to be cured of anything, however, she didn't feel like she had any sort of a problem. Blackwing was her closest companion and the idea of being "cured" of him was rather distressing. It did, however, help explain the cotton in her ears when she went close to Mama T. Wonderful cook she might be, but perhaps she'd have to make sure she stayed just outside that 7 food radius. Just in case. Although, now that she considered it, maybe there were times she'd like to keep secrets from her familiar. Now that was something to consider...
In truth, Raven didn't really understand why an adapted was any different than a mutant. Sure it canceled out powers, but wasn't that kind of like a power in and of itself? "What exactly does touching metal make you do?" Raven asked Nathan. She hadn't quite managed to figure that out yet.
Okay, so this wasn’t permanent…Nathan wasn’t certain how he felt about that. He’d grown used to his ability, it would take a while before he was comfortable enough to try and use it casually, but at least he still had that option. Then again…it’s not exactly a power that he’d mourn the loss of. All in all, if he could be done with it, he would be. But the damage was done. His parents had disowned him, and he’d taken a life. Even if he lost his mutation, neither of those things would change. Nothing to cure? Yeah, right. There was the last two months of his life for starters…
>> "What exactly does touching metal make you do?"
He was on the verge of replying when he realised he didn’t know her name. Miss T, he knew. Had the girl introduced herself? Had he? Oh god, it was approaching that awkward stage that occurs at parties when you’ve been talking to someone for a solid hour and suddenly realise that you have no idea what their name is. And of course, by that stage, it’s too late to ask them. They probably already told you, but you can’t remember, so you just nod politely and wince every time they use your name, which they seem to have no problem remembering. So you drink some more and munch on the hors d’oeuvres, hoping someone will rescue you from your conversation.
Nathan was determined to stop this before it got to that stage. He turned to the strange lady, dressed all in black and smiled. “It makes me turn into it. I’m Nathan, by the way. I’m sorry, I have a terrible memory, if you told me your name I’ve forgotten it.” he said with a smile, hoping that she hadn’t. He decided, in an uncharacteristic act of boldness that with Miss T around, he could demonstrate his power. He picked up the spoon once more and stood up, moving the chair away and making sure he wasn’t anywhere near anything before slowly backing away from Miss T. He changed as soon as he crossed the border and stepped out of her Aura. It was a violent jolt. His body felt like it had been rudely slapped awake and realised he was holding metal. Instantly, he shifted from his flesh and bone into a statue. A golem. A living suit of animated steel.
Current Avatar:Stainless Steel Melting Point: 1450°C Weight: 1,360kg (rounded up)
“Like so” he said, walking back into the aura and feeling the metal slap again, this time more jarring. His body tried to fight, he was still holding the metal spoon and it wanted to stay the form it was. Nathan felt a writhing all over him as his body fought the adapted’s influence. Nothing doing, however. Miss T’s aura completely nullified his power and he staggered back inside the safety-zone, dropping the spoon back onto the table with a clatter.