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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
In a fog, Sebastian wandered the city. He was reeling from the images he had seen at the oracle, and from what the oracle had told him. Ghost was going to disappear. He was going to start the apocalypse.
A bench appeared in front of him and he sat on it, holding his head in his hands. He thought that he would be able to circumvent the negative circumstances of the future he had dreamed about by helping to destroy the Haywire virus. He was wrong. He had only made it worse.
Rather than World War III, he was upgraded to the end of all life on the planet. And Ghost still disappeared.
The unicorn man lowered his hands from his face and looked out at the random street corner where he had ended up. His hands came away wet.
What was he going to do?
And what if it didn't make any difference?
It all felt like a bad dream, but there was no waking up from it. This future was real and he was going to have to face it.
Coffee was tasting especially good today. Her half-caf, no whip, double shot, extra large white chocolate frappachino- with caramel sauce!- was doing an excellent job at making life and the people around her more tolerable. Blinking blue yes, she meandered along, not really having a task or goal for the day... No work and no one to pester generally meant that she was left to her own devices.
Which was not always a good thing. Megan's eyes landed on the sight of someone sitting by himself at a bench. Hands clasped around his face. The very picture of despair. She blinked, and paused in her tracks. His hands moved, and her slight curiosity suddenly tripled. Was that a... horn? Had she inadvertently stumbled upon some mutant narwhal man?
...Nifty!
He looked sad. The flicker of good in her bubbled up, demanding she walk over and ask him if he was okay. Maybe offer a shoulder to cry on, or make herself an ear for him to spill all of his woes to. The very thought made her skin crawl... Purple painted nails clicked on her coffee cup as she tapped them impatiently. She was trying to be a better person, right?
So, here was her chance to do some good! She stepped closer, tilted her head at the man and blinked. "People usually do that sort of thing in private, you know. The crying, that is."
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 10, 2011 17:37:43 GMT -6
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The personal fog around Sebastian parted to admit a woman. She had dark coloring, emphasized by brightly colored makeup. Her eyes stood out, even bluer looking than Sebastian's own in contrast to her dark hair. They were so bright it felt as if they were boring into him.
Sebastian sat up straighter and wiped his hands on his slacks to dry them off. He had forgotten he was not alone in the world, and it was awkward to be caught crying in public for the first time in who knew how many years.
Especially with comments like that.
He stiffened further and he frowned and shook his head at himself. Tears still glittered at the corners of his eyes, but he wasn't going to let them fall. Not in front of this blunt woman.
"Forgive my lack of regard for the social norms surrounding the expression of sadness. I was too overcome to fully think through how my reaction would affect those around me. Please forgive my rudeness."
The unicorn man followed up this eloquent apology with a sniffle, which completely ruined the shaky illusion of composure that he may have created.
"Please, if you would like to sit down, don't let my presence keep you from enjoying the comforts of this public bench."
Megan stared, a bit blankly. ...uhhh... what? The words he had just tossed at her, his manner, and the fact that she was suddenly reminded of a Victorian movie caused a temporary halt in her thought process. Instead of flat out asking him what the hell was wrong with him, she took a sip from her straw and raised one dark eyebrow.
Who exactly had she stumbled upon? His manners were from the freaking eighteenth century... or Europe. That's what she assumed Europeans were like, minus the over appreciated accent. She toyed with the decision to sit for a moment, before actually doing so. Plopping onto the bench and crossing a leg, while keeping a good distance between them. "... nice horn."
He looked... kind of out of it. Like his mind was just being drawn back from elsewhere. The twenty four year old copied his frown, not liking how much she was reminded of her recent loss of control in the gender shifters room. She also didn't like the guy's apology.
She wouldn't have apologized... in fact, she probably would have slung a few nasty words and flipped herself the smiley face tattooed on her middle finger. "...It's not a crime to cry. I'm just an ass." First truthful thing she had said about herself all day! Megan patted herself on the back, and tossed non coffee cup laden arm over the back of the bench.
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 10, 2011 19:14:24 GMT -6
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The way she stared made him realize that he had defaulted back to too much politeness for the modern day culture. Especially for someone so trendy as to be makeup-ed, tattoo-ed, and drinking a fancy drink from Moonbucks.
>>"Nice horn."
She put things bluntly, whatever happened to come to her mind. She was very much a product of modern culture, just as he was a product of old fashioned customs mixed together from all over the world. He touched his horn then let his hand drop back to his lap. He wasn't sure what to say to that.
She was just as blunt about herself as she was about him, calling herself an ass like that. Then she was back to asking him what was wrong. Sort of. Was she actually trying to comfort him? It was difficult for Sebastian to tell from her blunt statements what she actually felt.
There wasn't anyone else to tell at the moment, and he didn't want to wait and tell Ghost and let her know that he was still worrying about her.
He wiped the last of the moisture from his eyes and took a deep breath, as if the extra air would help dry out any moisture left in his tear ducts.
"I was 'leaking' because I found out some disturbing news about the future." How did one tell a complete stranger that one was slated to bring about the downfall of the entire world? "It's difficult to explain." He shrugged and went back to staring at the road, though the images he saw were the ones that had flashed before his eyes while under the power of the oracle. Ghost dying. A mysterious child. A fire that engulfed the whole world. How did one explain all that to a stranger on a bench?
A slight smirk curled her lips, and she watched him, holding blinking at back until he was done wiping his eyes. She had never seen a man really cry before. Boys, yes. Twenty something's, yes. But not full grown men with pointy objects poking out of their foreheads. Wrinkling her nose, she sipped at her coffee some more, and licked her lips.
Megan was surprised with herself. She would have figured she'd like watching males cry.
"Future stuff. Got it." That left a lot to the imagination. Maybe he was getting canned at his job? Had to move back in with the parents? Baby mama was preggers? She blinked, tapping her foot in the air to an unknown beat, and hummed under her breath. So many possibilities, and Megan was a sucker for gossip.
"...so, like terminal illness future, ooor... divorce and huge alimony bill type of future?" Personally, she would have hoped for terminal Illness. At least if you were dead you wouldn't care who had all of your damn stuff.
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 10, 2011 20:17:02 GMT -6
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Alimony bill? Sebastian wasn't sure exactly what that was, but it wasn't the problem.
"Not exactly."
Figuring out how to put the whole situation into words was actually helping to clear his mind a little. It was helping him put things into perspective. He still didn't know how far into the future all the things were that he had seen. Maybe he could do something to stop it.
"Do you believe in fate?" Now that the tears were drying up, he felt like he could turn to look at her. Maybe not her eyes, but at least in her direction. He found himself focusing on her arms, on the little white starbust scars like constellations on her arms.
"Maybe it sounds silly, but I went to consult an oracle," he still had the newspaper. It was still tucked under his arm. He handed it over to her, folded open to the page of the advertisement for Future Sight.
"It wasn't a hoax. He made me see things about myself I didn't want to see. Things I want to change before it's too late. I'm just not sure how."
Huh. Now, that was a good question. What was fate?
Honestly, she rather avoided anything and everything of spiritual and philosophical roots. She had bad blood with it, and wanted to more or less forget that part of her past. "I don't believe in anything I can't see..." A good enough answer for her. She scoffed to herself about oracle visits and refrained from rolling her eyes, instead sucking in another mouthful of delicious coffee while he handed her a newspaper.
Her eyes scanned the paper, while he was explaining things. Future sight? Sounded like a scan to her, and a little bit cliche on top of that. The add might as well have claimed to create real and powerful love potions as well. You know, the kind that prevent cheating and divorce. It sounded like he believed it though.
"So... you went to see someone, and they showed you a bunch of things you didn't like. Isn't it more likely that it was a hoax? Some mutant messing with people's heads to pay the bills and put food on the table?"
Adjusting her leg so her foot was resting comfortably on her knee, she glanced back down at the newspaper, re-reading the ad. It was most assuredly a scam, in her eyes.
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 10, 2011 21:31:54 GMT -6
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Modern girls didn't believe in fate, it would seem. Only the things they could see and touch and taste. Like her coffee.
Sebastian shook his head at himself. Of course she wouldn't believe in Oracles and things like that.
For a few moments the unicorn man just watched the cars whizzing by. He knew what was real. Some kid that started out quiet and charming and ended by yelling at him and kicking him out of his shop wasn't just pretending to be freaked out. Those images he had seen couldn't have been created by some mutant who was just making things up. There was too much there that he couldn't have known, about Sebastian and his family and everything he was worried about.
"I guess you'd have to see it for yourself,"he finally responded.
He shut down. Crap. Megan fiddled with her coffee, and set the newspaper in her lap. It seemed that whatever had happened was something he really truly believed in. Bad move, Rova. Bad move.
She eyed him for a moment as he watched the road... or cars, or whatever it was that he was staring at, before sighing in defeat. She really was curious... Setting her coffee aside, she turned and crossed her legs on the bench, plopping her chin into her palms with her elbows on her knees. "Seeing it myself would probably help, but I dunno... i'm pretty stubborn so there is no guarantee that it would work..."
She tried to imagine what, if anything, could get her to believe that it was a supernatural act and not simply a mutant trick. Then again... if it was a mutant, who was she to say that it was purely a trick? If someone could see into the future due to mutated genes, it still counted didn't it? She pursed her lips and frowned.
"I guess I can't really say it's not possible though. I mean... I may not believe in god or ghosts, or other magical things and the like, but I guess it's a feasible idea when mutation is involved. After all.... you have a horn growing out of your head, and I live with a giant cockroach."
Yes, totally made sense now. To her at least... But thinking kind of made her head hurt.
She was starting to feel a little bad for the man. Which she didn't like. Caring about people was last on her mile long list of things to do... but she couldn't squash it back down into nonexistence. Her features softened a little, and she lowered her voice so people wouldn't listen in on them. "...How bad was what you saw?" Eh.. that came out more concerned than she had wanted. She attempted to fix the mistake by turning her attention to scratching at the healing spider wounds on the back of her neck. Nope, she didn't care at all. Not. A. Bit.
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 10, 2011 23:41:53 GMT -6
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Gods and ghosts and giant cockroaches. Sebastian had never seen a giant cockroach.
"If you live long enough, you never know what you'll come across," he shrugged, "like unicorns."
The more the girl talked the more the sharp edges to her statements seemed to dull. If Sebastian didn't know any better, it sounded as if she was starting to care. Just a little bit. Even if she was scratching at her neck to hide the fact. She had healing wounds back there. Sebastian couldn't help but wonder where they came from and why she had constellations of other scars on her arms.
>>"...How bad was what you saw?"
Sebastian smoothed his hair, started to put his hand on the back of the bench, but her hand was already there, so he returned it to his lap instead. "Bad. After I kill a child and my wife dies I start a chain of events that leads to the end of the world."
"So now I just have to figure out how to stop it from happening." It sounded more possible when he said it out loud, as if promising to evade his own fate somehow made it more likely. Even if two possible futures both ended the same way, it didn't mean that every possible future ended that way.
He glanced over to check that she hadn't run away yet, now that she knew what he was fated to do. She had made the scab on her neck bleed a little.
"If you want, I can heal that," he waved his fingers in the air, "I've got magical unicorn healing powers, you know."
Unicorns.... She knew a girl who had a unicorn themed tramp stamp, but that was about it. Megan blinked, and brushed the thought away. No use getting herself distracted with cheap tattoos and fantastical creatures.
>>"Bad. After I kill a child and my wife dies I start a chain of events that leads to the end of the world."
...Oh. ...uh... Wow. That was... bad. She stared at the man, dumbfounded, and tried to think of what she was supposed to say to that. He was supposed to kill a child... and then his wife.... and then bring about the end of everything as they knew it. Megan didn't know if she liked that prospect very much.
"That... is very bad news." She would have laughed right in the face of someone who gave that prediction to her. Laughed, and laughed, and laughed. It was beyond belief... and more than a little scary. He mused about how to go about stopping it, and she drummed her fingers on her thigh. Throw yourself off a bridge? Naw... She wouldn't in his shoes. She'd hang on until the last moment, and probably end up taking everyone with her.
Yeah, that sounded like her alright. She frowned at the thought, and blew her bangs from her eyes with e little huff of a breath. "I'd go back and shoot that guy in the foot, for giving you such a crappy reading.... but that probably wouldn't help matters."
>>"If you want, I can heal that, I've got magical unicorn healing powers, you know."
"...what?" Blue eyes blinked, and she looked taken aback a little. Not about the healing part, she figured he could only be talking about one thing (unless she had managed to stab herself with something without noticing).. no, she was taken aback by the unicorn thing again. She glanced at his horn, and choked on a laugh. " You're a unicorn man? I thought you were part narwhal..." She was sitting next to a unicorn, who was doomed to bring about the end of days? Ah, New York would never stop surprising her... She rubbed at the back of her neck sheepishly, running her fingers over the little sore bumps. "You can if you want, but I don't mind them. They're part of my mutation."
Little blue eyes peeked out from the darkness of her hair as she sent out a mental call and a spider that would easily fit in her palm dropped into her lap, crawling up onto her thigh. It angled many blue eyes at unicorn man, and raised a hairy leg in mock greeting. She pointed casually at the spider, prodding its backside with her finger. "This is Freddy. He says hi... So, uh... you're wife know about this yet?" She could imagine that it was probably not a thrilling thing to have to discuss with ones partner...
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 11, 2011 17:49:29 GMT -6
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Her declaration that she would shoot the guy that gave her a bad reading of the future fit right in with the picture of her personality that was beginning to solidify in Sebastian's head. He wasn't sure she would actually shoot anyone, but saying that she would seemed consistent.
Constellations of scars and spider pets were not the strangest mutation he had ever come across, but it was unique. He accepted it without fanfare and waved back to the little spider who shared the woman's eye color. If she didn't want healing, though, he wasn't about to force it on her. The scars, the tattoos, they were almost a part of her personality and it seemed wrong to heal them away.
Sebastian did hold out his hand so the spider could climb onto it if he wanted. Spiders were not necessarily his favorite animal ever, but he wasn't squeamish and it seemed like the more proper way to say hello to a tiny arachnid.
"Hello Freddy," he nodded to her little friend politely, unsure if he was part of her, controlled by her, or simply tamed by her. Whichever way it was, politeness was his default.
To answer the question that followed Sebastian shook his head, "No. She doesn't know. Or rather, she knows she's sick and we're taking precautions to get her healthy, but she doesn't know the final outcome of all this." His voice was sad, and he was speaking more to the spider than he was to her, but he was able to talk about it without bursting into tears again. It helped to have someone so grounded in reality to talk to.
The spider stared at the offered hand for a moment, before turning to shoot a questioning body tilt at Megan. She nodded mutely at it in return.
Her spiders weren't used to crawling on people with out biting, or intentionally causing panic. He didn't understand for a moment, but that wasn't usual. He rarely understood what was going on around him. Had he a tail, it would have been flopping about happily as he extended his front feet and hoisted himself up onto the offered hand. He rather liked crawling on people, dragging himself against soft flesh that tickled when he got to the furry parts.
Megan watched the spider crawl, listening to the soft happy chittering in her head, before she sighed and plopped her chin back down into her palm. His situation was.. depressing. Enough so that she forgot about her coffee, and toyed with the laces of her shoes. "The missus is sick? " That added even more fuel to the fire, she supposed. Not only was he given a prediction that sucked, but other factors in his life were already dead set on proving it true. She was starting to feel really sorry for this man...
"Have you tried going back to the oracle? Maybe it'd help you figure out what to do... how to stop it and stuff." She watched as Freddy circled around the guys arm, clinging upside down and swinging like he was having the time of his life. Ah, sometimes she envied the little guys. " Or you could always start an uprising. Get a bunch of people to band together to help you."
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 11, 2011 20:52:49 GMT -6
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Freddy the spider crawled across his hand, and up and around his arm. It tickled, but the unicorn man let him do it out of a show of faith that he was a friendly spider. He was a friend of a friend. That, and a spider bite on him would heal quickly anyway. He probably wouldn't let the same spider crawl on Jude or Ghost.
He simply nodded to confirm her question as she toyed with the laces of her shoes.
"I am pretty sure I wouldn't be welcomed back at the oracle. I was thrown put the first time. And not," Sebastian held up a finger with a spider dangling off of it, "because of anything I've already done."
Thinking back, the whole shop had kind of a strange feeling to it. It wasn't just the images the oracle had shown him, or the unfriendly way he'd been thrown put by a bunch of kids...
"There weren't any adults there," Sebastian realized. "The whole time I was there, I didn't see any. Everyone running the shop looked like they were fifteen or under. It was strange." He turned his hand and the spider skittered back to the top of it again. Was it normal for children of that age to be running businesses in this culture?