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.
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Posted by Verdigris on Oct 14, 2010 6:11:28 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Verdy stepped in time with her friend’s stride, while a good deal taller than her his pace was easy going, and she didn’t feel like she was trotting to keep up. He might have been walking a little slower than usual for this reason, she wouldn’t put the thoughtfulness past him, yet at the same time it seemed entirely unmeditated.
She smiled at him for a second before pulling her hair back into a ponytail, grateful for the hairtie around her wrist. They were on a proper mission now, which called for mission hairstyles. Namely; easy, cool and off her neck. She guided their footsteps towards first a cover-all store. The kind that stocks microwaves and milk. Ipods and ink. Cameras and cereal and chairs. Not to mention all manner of strange and most likely impractical objects. She suspected it would also have many of the items they desired.
‘Pet Supplies’ had its own aisle, but to get to it they had to pass through one of several toy-aisles. Foam swords in assorted colours caught her eye as they walked past and she grabbed one.
“Kneel.”
It was not a question, it was an order darn it! Tapping the sword across the young man’s shoulders with a mischievous grin she adopted a mock solemn tone.
“I knight thee, Sir Andrew, the good-hearted.”
Perhaps it was a little long a title, but it fitted him rather well she thought. Her mischievous grin turned to something a little more cheeky and she took a step back and adopted what seemed to be a fighting pose, feet apart, one forward, one back, sword hand raised in front and the other thrown out to one side for balance.
“En Guard good sir, or should I say, filthy landlubber.”
How was it that when playing she always reverted back to pirates? She blamed all the movies she had watched as a child.
Dog supplies could wait, there was an important fight to be won and lost here. The foam clutched in her hand wibbled menacingly, the rack carried enough that a sword was easily reachable without stretching past her, however if he did she would give him a stern biff on the wrist. All in good fun and gentle play, of course.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 14, 2010 9:59:37 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
1,155
1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
In pursuit of adventure, and dog stuff, Verdy and Andrew had removed themselves from the mansion and sought out one of those variety stores that had a little of everything. After all they were going to get a dog so they needed supplies right? Of course a little detour now and then didn't hurt. The aisle they had to go through to reach the pet supplies was one of the toy aisles. In particular it seemed to hold almost anything made of foam. When they passed a bin of foam swords Verdy stopped and grabbed one.
Andrew wondered what she was doing but didn't have time to think about it as she ordered him to kneel. Knowing better than to argue with her over something so silly Andrew did as he was told and was dubbed Sir Andrew, the good-hearted for his trouble. Verdy was grinning and playful though the grin quickly turned cheeky after she finished knighting him. She adopted a fighting stance and Andrew immediately knew what she was going to do even before she spoke.
The swords were near enough to her that if he went to grab one he was sure she'd smack him. However there was a bin of those foam noddles people played with in pools that was close to him and out of the reach of her sword. Andrew grabbed one of these and held it as one would hold a staff.
"Ye'll never learn where the treasure is hidden! I'll die before I tell ye!"
It was entirely spur of the moment but she had come off piratey so Andrew had decided to follow suit. An epic battle betwixt two pirates over some form of treasure. What could be better? Maybe if there were ninjas but they had no ninjas or ninja-like weapons so pirates would have to do.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 17, 2010 1:26:18 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
“Never say never, boy, die ye shall, but not ‘till I’ve got what I wants from ye.”
The recently knighted Sir Andrew had retrieved not a sword but a noodle-staff and for a moment she hesitated, were her duelling skills enough to beat such a long weapon, wielded by someone taller than herself? His arms would put her in bopping distance before she was close enough to swing at him.
Doubt is for the weak, and the cowardly. She would just have to get creative. Eventually she would get the treasure. Whatever the treasure itself was. It was almost treasure enough that someone was willing to indulge her in the pirate-play which so often came out when she least expected it. Judging from her friendship with her roommate though, pirating early in a relationship led to fun times and further adventures.
“Have at thee, Dog.”
Swishing her foam-sword threateningly she advanced on her friend, prepared to either block or jab at his unprotected stomach. Feigning towards swinging the brightly coloured weapon at his face she shifted seamlessly into the planned jab. Once, twice, in quick succession, then ducking back with a muffled squeak-giggle.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 17, 2010 1:48:53 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
1,155
1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
Andrew gave Verdy a grin.
"Ye'll have to prove my better in battle for that and I don't think yer up for the task ya scurvy pirate wench."
Where Andrew was getting this he had no idea. He hadn't been particularly into pirates as a child. Maybe it was just a cultural thing. Everyone could mimic a pirate to some degree. Now in terms of range for the battle Andrew had the upper hand. He was tall and his longer weapon and plus long arms would see to it that she'd have a fair distance to close to attack. However once she got close it would be difficult for him to do anything about it.
Verdy closed with her sword and the face aimed faux slash fooled him easily. Andrew was used to anticipating Jorge and his punches in the gym, not Verdy with a foam sword. Same principle but putting it to work was proving harder than he thought. The first jab landed but Andrew managed to dodge to the side to avoid the second. Andrew laughed at her supressed giggle before sobering up and getting back into character.
He danced backward and once he had some distance swung the noodle staff in a diagonal arc at Verdy's shoulder. When he'd recovered from that attack he swung low, aiming for her legs below the knee.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 17, 2010 2:23:51 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Wench indeed! She grinned as her first hit connected and ducked away, his laugh louder than her own. Her back was turned, but the steps almost sounded as if her were retreating already, the coward. Turning to judge the distance and taunt the fleeing Andrew she was startled as the staff connected her shoulder with an almighty slap, swinging her fully around until she was facing away from him.
“Yeh lily-livered, scurvy son of a biscuit eater!”
The shouted insult was fully out of her mouth before the small child standing before her registered in her mind. Wide blue eyes stared at her in terror for a moment, before the owner of them fled, squealing to the mother concealed in another isle.
“Uh. Sorry!”
The whistle of a swinging noodle-staff registered in her mind and she swung around and took a step back, narrowly avoiding another stinging slap to her lower legs. The momentum of the swing gave her a second’s advantage and she leapt forward swinging gleefully at her foe’s shoulders.
“Where. Is. The. Treasure!”
It was skill indeed that meant each swing was retrained enough to not cause pain to the receiver. Well, no more than was still all in good fun. If the blows between them were serious it would have been quite scary, as it was there was no ill-intentions and it was still fun and games. As it should be.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 17, 2010 2:50:14 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
1,155
1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
That was one heck of an insult...that got hurled into the face of a child by accident. Andrew couldn't help but laugh at the chance. Sure the kid was likely terrified now but that didn't matter because it was funny. Verdy called an apology but Andrew was still wracked with chuckles. His shoulder smack had hit at least, even if the leg sweep had failed. It was worth it all to see Verdy let loose a stream of crude pirate words in a child's face.
Verdy however took advantage of his being off-balance from the sweeping attack to rain blows on his shoulders. Each smack was punctuated by a word that eventually formed a request for the location of the treasure. Andrew took each of the blows in turn before returning himself to his full height and using his noodlestaff to sweep her sword aside. Once again he retreated to a decent distance before attacking. Andrew swung for her stomach this time.
"I won't be tellin' ye under threat of a sword missy."
Andrew could hardly recall the last time he'd had such silly fun since his mutation had manifested. Just like Kealey made him talk, Verdy seemed to make him playful. That was probably a good thing. Though he didn't really want to, Andrew admitted to himself that he could stand to loosen up sometimes. When he wasn't telling himself to be more paranoid anyway. What could he do to loosen up? A thought occurred to Andrew. If it didn't come off he could pass it off as him playing the pirate role. He grinned a bit at Verdy and darted back into her range until there was practically no room between them and stole a kiss.
"Now that on the other hand might get me talkin'."
Andrew danced back to a safe distance again and though he sported a cheeky grin he was also almost imperceptibly blushing.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 17, 2010 4:12:42 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Her sword; loyal, true, red-and-blue, was swished to one side by the skilled move of her opponent who danced out of her range as she swung at him, leaving her own stomach wide open for a sweeping blow. The crack of noodle-foam on flesh was remarkably loud, and she gasped. The cheeky blighter had hit her again, and still refused to give up the location!
With a grin he once again was within reach and she raised her sword to give him a cracking slap to the top of his cranium. The swing never came as lips touched lips and all thoughts of beating the young man momentarily ceased. A brilliant red which matched the blade of her sword touched her cheeks as the foe made his wicked deal clear.
Hands remained suspended above her head for a moment after he dashed away, but quickly returned to her sides, one hand gripping the hilt of her sword a little tighter than absolutely necessary. Her mind raced, yet none of the thoughts flowed smoothly, was this something she was alright with? What about Slate? Throwing caution to the wind and loosening her grip on the sword she stepped forward and tilted her head, ears and cheeks still flushed from battle and surprise.
“Oh so that’s the way you work is it, mate? Cajoling the lasses into what ye want, and then where’s the guarantee they gets what they’re after anyhow?”
She tipped her head up and eyed his face, beneath the playful exterior there was a seriousness there, unrelated to treasures or ships. She wasn’t the type to go about dating people on the first day she met them, but this was a different kind of friendly meeting, they had hit it off from the word ‘go’ (or rather, ‘ooph’) and he would play pirates and they would have adventures much like herself and her green-skinned friend only better.
“It’s ‘captain missy’ to you. Now, the treasure?”
Ah hell, why not? She touched her lips to his for a second and stepped back, eyebrows raised.
Man was she glad she had stopped to brush her teeth this morning. While bad breath and rotting teeth might be suited to the pirate theme, it wasn’t entirely pleasant and she was grateful it had been avoided. Bring on the treasure. Well, the one that isn’t a tall male blushing at her, that is.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 17, 2010 12:11:49 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
1,155
1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
Wow, Verdy's cheeks were red. Had he done that? It would seem that way. Had the situation been reversed he probably would have been blushing too. Oh scratch that, he was, just not quite that much. Still, to preserve the playacting atmosphere he kept grinning. Right until she actually went through with his ultimatum and gave him a quick kiss. To say he was surprised would have been an understatement. Andrew hadn't actually expected her to go through with it. To top it off that stupid blush of his wasn't getting any better. Well, a deal was a deal. Even if he was a pirate at that moment.
"Right this way Captain Missy."
Andrew put the noodle back in it's bin. This was a perfect excuse to end the pirate fight and get on toward the dog supplies they were here to get. Not to mention to get out of this charade before he did something else uncharacteristically bold (read stupid). The fact was that he'd just met her. Andrew didn't know what he'd been thinking but he wasn't about to give himself a chance to think it again. At least not until he knew Verdy a bit better. He led the way to the 'Treasure' of the aisle of pet supplies.
"There's the treasure. Take what ya want Capt. Missy. A deal is a deal."
Once they got this squared away and back to the mansion they could meet up again this weekend to go pick out a dog. Andrew looked forward to that. Partly this was because of the promise he'd made. However he really did enjoy spending time with Verdy so even if he hadn't made that promise he'd look forward to it.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 17, 2010 23:22:56 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Weapons away (her own stowed safely back on the shelf from whence it came) they moved on to the treasure trove, also known as the pet supplies aisle. Still a little flustered she searched for a topic that was safe ground. A whole shelf of them stared back at her; different colours, designs and sizes screamed at her for attention, and that was just the bowls.
“Big dog, big bowl, right?”
That cut out many of the cutesy pink and purple ones who in their right mind would buy something like that? and a few of the plainer ones that barely looked big enough for a cup of water, much less water and a slippy-sloshy tongue. If the dog was swapping rooms back and forth it made sense to have one in each, rather than swapping everything over each time. With this thought in mind she picked ones that would match her room, a simple black bowl with a blue inner for the water, and the same with a red inside for the food. The bowls were heavier than the aluminium ones gleaming up at her (she was sure they would skid along the floor as their pet tried to eat, making a terrible racket and probably spilling) and a far more sensible colour scheme than the fluro-orange leopard print.
The choice between the different items which shrieked in brightly coloured packaging for her attention was distracting enough that the flush on her cheeks began to fade. Of course, as soon as she thought of that, the coolness which had been growing was replaced by beaming red again, stretching from her neck to the tips of her ears. Oh why was she so transparent? Taking a few deep breaths she pondered the different kinds of toys. So many to choose from.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 17, 2010 23:38:51 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
1,155
1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
Verdy was quiet on their way to the pet aisle. Though the silence was a little tense Andrew was glad of it. When she did speak it was to ask about the size of the bowl they'd need.
"Makes sense to me."
Andrew grabbed a pair of large and hefty looking bowls for his room as well. If the dog was going to be swapping rooms then it only made sense. Both bowls that Andrew picked were grey. The only thing distinguishing between them was a rim of black on one and a rim of white on the other. They didn't really have to look pretty. They would serve a function and Andrew guessed they'd serve well. Distracted as he was by the business of choosing dog stuff Andrew didn't notice Verdy's come and go blushing.
Next a collar and lead. That would be essential if they were to take the pooch for a walk. They'd need a large collar if they were getting a large dog and a longer leash probably wouldn't hurt either. Andrew glanced over at Verdy.
"Any particular color you like for the collar and leash?"
There were all kinds of these on the shelves in a variety of colors and materials. They'd have to be sturdy materials but Andrew didn't particularly want to hang on to one of those chain leads while walking a large and potentially energetic dog.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 18, 2010 2:36:02 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Big dog, big bowl, big collar, big appetite, big seemed to be an important word for her at that moment in time. She shrugged and stepped next to the young man, eyeing the assortment of leashes available. The colours in strips were almost audible they were so loud. Some were less so than others, but more important than the colour was the feel. It would be no good having a nice looking leash if it felt like sandpaper. Feeling like a bit of a tool herself she began running her fingers over the leads one-by-one. Each had a slightly different texture, and it wasn’t until her fingers touched a kaki lead coincidentally the same shade as a certain pair of eyes that mere moments ago were- a little mental shake and her fingers tightened around the leash.
“This one looks good, and it has a matching collar.”
The collar had a strip of padding on the inside to make it comfortable, and holes enough to fit a neck, skinny or thick. Tags were pre-installed, but carried no details. Yet. What details could be on the tag? Her name? His? Both? Both was good, and the address of the mansion would suffice, different room numbers would not be necessary.
Catching sight of something round and blue she plucked it from the reduced bin and inspected it. A Frisbee. The perfect toy for a yet-to-be-chosen friend.
“Ooh, look.”
She hadn’t played with a Frisbee in years, would she still know how?
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 18, 2010 14:12:52 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
1,155
1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
Verdy picked out a nice khaki colored collar and leash. It looked pretty well made and would suit for whatever dog they got. Andrew tried to think of anything else they might need aside from toys. Nothing came immediately to mind so he began scanning the shelves. There were all sorts of toys of varying shapes and colors. Some squeaked when squeezed and some jingled. In the end Andrew grabbed a ball and one of those knotted up bits of rope meant for tug of war.
Sure he could have made the rope toy himself and for less. At the moment Andrew didn't particularly care. While he was thinking of that Verdy picked up a blue Frisbee. How long had it been since he'd laid eyes on one of those? He'd probably seen a few college students throwing one around when he was going to classes but beyond that it had been a while.
"I haven't played with one of those in forever. Well, not literally but you know what I mean."
Looking over the shelves and their purchases Andrew couldn't think of anything else they might need for the time being. They'd pick out a suitable furry friend come the weekend. The question of a name could be considered later. It was hard to name a dog you hadn't seen yet.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 18, 2010 21:46:23 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
“Yeah, I can’t remember the last time I-”
-Flashback-
“C’mon Verdy, you can throw it further than that!”
James flicked hair back off his face and laughed as he tossed the Frisbee so it sailed over her head. She ran to catch it, feet slipping a little in the hot sand. Snatching it before it touched the ground she laughed and with a flick of the wrist send it whizzing back towards him, flying past him and making him dive for it.
“Like that!?”
She laughed as he shook sand out of his boardshorts and hair. Frisbee-ing was fun.
“Jaaaaames, Veeeeeeeeeeerdy!”
One of James’ younger siblings was standing at the top of the beach, calling them in for dinner. They would return to their game later.
-End Flashback-
The zoned look on her face disappeared, and she shook her head a little.
“Er, I guess I do remember… it was a long time ago though.”
She felt a little awkward, zoning out while talking to someone was a little rude. Wrapping the lead around her hand she wrangled the bowls and the leash around until she was certain she wouldn’t drop them. Smiling at her friend sheepishly she raised her eyebrows at the rest of the aisle.
“That seems like the basics don’t you think? I guess they’ll tell us if its got any special diet needs and everything.”
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 18, 2010 22:13:03 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
1,155
1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
Verdy started to respond to his comment but stopped and seemed to space out. It only lasted a moment or two before she continued her response, changing her answer from not remembering to saying that she did remember. Andrew didn't press her for details. Whatever had stopped her talking was probably personal. Verdy smiled sheepishly at him and asked whether he thought they had everything.
"I think so. If we need to get anything else they'll probably provide a list at the shelter."
It would probably be good to start heading back toward the check out now.
"I guess we should go get these paid for."
Andrew sort of grinned and headed toward the end of the aisle that led to the front of the store and people who would part his money and his wallet from each other. He made an effort to walk slowly. Not only so that he wouldn't drop anything he was carrying but so that Verdy could keep up easily and not have to worry about whether she'd drop anything. He hadn't worried about it earlier but the bowls at least would hurt if dropped on a foot he suspected.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 19, 2010 0:01:24 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
She was grateful her new friend didn’t push for an explanation, sometimes space was a good thing to have. Especially when it involved thinking about things which living at the mansion had lulled her into forgetting. That carefree life as a child on the beach was over now, she had moved on and away. Now she played pirates in shops and in the park, and lived in a school and was getting a dog. She smiled at Andrew, it was good to move on sometimes, you met new people and had new experiences.
“I guess so, and grab a bag”
She pulled a face at the bowls. Round things were so awkward to carry. Falling into step beside her friend again as they walked towards the checkout she pondered the entire situation. Things around this young man seemed to happen so fast, and at the same time she felt as if she had known him for a long time, instead of just one afternoon.
“So, Andrew, where are you originally from?”
She had found many people who wound up in the mansion came from all corners of the world. She was from Hawaii, Andrea from Greece, Cafas down the hall carried an accent she was sure was Australian, and occasionally she caught an accent, even American, which told of a different background.
“I moved to New York a few years ago, but before then I lived in Hawaii.”
She knew he was an only child, studying, and that he had no pets and liked big dogs rather than small, but she didn’t know nearly enough about him to justify how comfortable she felt around him. Finding things out about new friends was what people did anyway, and it was nice to have some kind of background.