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.
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He was almost there. They he could not fully see through the watery veil but as he bounced and tried to ignore that sizzle of the water that was burned off from earlier, he caught a glimpse or two of shiny gold. He was getting closer to the that prized statuette. He could practically taste that metallic flavor in his mouth. But as he bounced closer and closer, moving in-between the swiftly moving lasers, Jorge suddenly felt something strange. It was odd, like…an upset stomach or something, which was further odd because the usual place for his stomach was gone.
But still…he persisted.
Dipping over and above the shifting laser grids, Jorge pushed closer until that rumbling seemed to occur all over! It felt almost as if he were made of seltzer water but that was a new sensation…why was he suddenly feeling this now?
He dashed forward, ducked under another swipe of glared red light, and just as he aimed for that tall, glimmering pedestal…there was a sudden surge in his back.
Sloooooosh!!
It was a strange feeling. Almost as if he burped but out of the middle of his back rather than from his mouth. As he was in mid-jump, there was a sudden burst of air from his back as something actually seemed to burst forth from him. It was way too much for him to ignore. The distraction of that burst of air caused the water formed detective to veer off course, lose his concentration on his new form and sent him tittering off to the side.
He then collided into the ground. There was no splash or a sensation of being separated upon impact. Instead, Jorge felt the hard THUD of his bare skin striking the cold marble floor and that pain that usually follows a movement like that.
Red hot pain radiated from his ribs as he felt the steps to the pedestal pressing up against him. It took a second for him to realize that he was back in human form and another to notice that glaring red laser grid again. Swiftly, and blindly, he scampered away from the humming field but realized, upon looking closer, that he had made it past it. He was clear of it! But as usual, he was without any clothes. Great.
Sighing, Jorge reached up to run his hand through his hair when he felt there was a clump of it missing? Arching his brow, he ran his fingers through it again and again and every time it showed that there was some missing. He thought back curiously and suddenly realized that that must have been what he felt when some of his water form had been burned off. Thank god it was that and not something of more importance like a finger or a foot or something…else.
He sighed as he sat there, the marble cold where he sat as he looked up at the pedestal and that glimmer of gold there.
“Ghost?” he finally asked from his sitting position and turned left and right. “I think,” he said as he stood up, still with a “well positioned” hand and reached out with his free one to the golden statuette. He placed one hand on its smooth and shiny exterior and smirked slightly. “That’s check and mate.” With that he gently plunked the statue up from its stand and sighed.
Ghost, suddenly quite free of Jorge's water body, took a moment to reorient herself.
Lasers whipped through her body, creating an eerie red glow as the light refracted in the not quite normal cloud of air. She didn't feel a thing, but her body heated and the cloud's boundaries loosened.
Never again did she want to be inside a non-traditional body.
> "That's check and mate"
"Congrats! You've just survived your first Danger Room session. What did you think?"
With the statue removed, the room started to power down. All the crazy lasers shut off and the walls melted down into the ground until the two elementals were left in the large gray, smooth structure where they had started their crazy adventure. Jorge's clothes were left in a heap somewhere across the span of the floor. They could have done a return trip, but there was a time limit on each session so that no one could monopolize the Danger Room.
Ghost had not forgotten about Jude... and now that the session was over it was probably time to get down to business.
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With the statuette in hand, Jorge breathed a small sigh in relief. The heaviness of the item was immediately evident in his grip. Slowly he turned it over in his hand as he watched the gleam of its gold surface strike his eyes. The lights the trophy room all seemed to be focused on the statuette no matter where he moved it to. It was as if all the lights were designed to follow it no matter where it went simply to show its constant grandeur. At least that was what the detective thought as he held the award for best actress in his hand…or not.
Suddenly the award felt extremely light. Turning his attention down to it, he watched as it slowly began to lose its coloring before it became transparent and then completely dissolved into nothing. He growled and thought maybe it was a trick but a disembodied voice quickly cheered him on…
>> "Congrats! You've just survived your first Danger Room session. What did you think?"
Turning around he attempted to catch sight of Ghost. But as he did he finally noticed that the not only the statuette had suffered from this case of fading into nothing, but so did the rest of his surroundings. Spinning around, he watched as the walls grew clearer and clearer, melting down into the ground and seeping in between the all too familiar tiles of the Danger Room’s floor. This was followed by a dramatic shift in the temperature of the room. Whereas before he felt the comfortable setting of a hot, hidden away trophy vault, the room returned to the coolness of large, empty space.
Cool air, from somewhere off in the distance, caressed his bare skin. It caused a shiver to roll up his spine as he noticed that the last of the mansion and everything they had fought through disappeared into nothing. All that was left was the very large, empty room of gray, cool air, and a pile of clothes off to the side. He tilted his head as he looked at them because they looked oh so fami-
Another shiver…and Jorge sighed.
“I’m still naked aren’t I?” he mumbled more to himself than to Ghost. “Excuse me.”
Quickly he dashed over to his pile of “lost” clothes. He still couldn’t see Ghost but he was sure she was averting her gaze. At least…he hoped so. Once he had his pants on and zipped up, he did not feel as exposed and turned back around to see if Ghost made herself visible yet. He started to slip on his shirt as he grinned just a tiny bit.
“Ugh, I don’t mean to sound so adolescent,” he said as he began to tuck in his shirt, “But that was really cool. Thanks, you know, for the training. I’m sure you must be busy.”
She nodded, realized that Jorge would not be able to distinguish the movement in her amorphic state and decided to vocalize. "Yes. Yes you are."
He excused himself and there was no way to turn her form vision off so she decided to do the decent human being thing and become solid again so that she would see with her eyeballs instead of her form sense.
The only problem? As she gathered herself together, tighter and tighter to re-connect, sensations came back too. The lasers had not harmed her particles, but they had heated them. That meant the more solid she became, the more thermal energy she was trying to compress into her own flesh.
Ghost hissed and let the particles loose to remain incorporeal. She did not have the best tactile sense anyway and the fact that she could feel it meant that it would be bad to feel it all. Did this mean she couldn't go solid? She wasn't entirely sure why it burned to be solid so until she was around Sebastian or the good DocProf, she wouldn't risk it.
Jorge was tucking in his shirt by now and that meant there was no better time than now to ask for his help. After all, this was what he came here to do and now that it was done nothing obligated him to stay...
"Uhm." The loose cloud of Ghost roiled around uncertainly. "I am glad you had fun, sorry if I seemed a bit distracted. It's just... that my son Jude has gone missing. I thought maybe... since you're a policeman..." Her uncertainty rang through more and more as she drew closer to her point. "And since... we're sort of friends? Maybe you could help me somehow?" After all, hadn't she just helped him?
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Jorge
Jorge had finished tucking in his shirt, but as he looked around for Ghost, she was still not in a physical form. Instead, as he looked, all he saw was a suspicious cloud that seemed to drift nervously around. His brow arched as he watched the cloud and immediately realized that this was Ghost. He was curious as to why she had not returned to a human form. He figured for a second that maybe she just liked floating around like that? After all, it did seem to be more convenient for her. Hell, even him being in water form seemed to have some benefits.
Hopefully he would not make a habit out of that.
But as he mused for a second, Jorge slowly returned his gaze to Ghost, err, the Ghost/Cloud. Hmm…was a possible for a cloud to look worried? He casually slipped on his bomber jacket as he began to wonder if Ghost was okay. After all, she was late to their meeting, she looked really distracted when they first started, what was wrong?
>> "I am glad you had fun, sorry if I seemed a bit distracted. It's just... that my son Jude has gone missing. I thought maybe... since you're a policeman...And since... we're sort of friends? Maybe you could help me somehow?"[/color]
Jorge’s eyes widened momentarily as he stood there and stuffed his hands into his pockets. It was finally all clinking into place: Ghost’s preoccupation, her tardiness, her overly weary appearance…there was something wrong. It was her son.
He remembered before that Ghost had mentioned she had a son, back when they first met. And suddenly he was gone? Jorge was a little at a loss of what to say at first, but instantly he began to feel bad. They had this training session and the whole time her son had been missing. She had never told him, but still, he should have been able to pick up on some indication that something was wrong. Being a cop, he was usually good at that. What happened in this occasion?
Eyes watching that cloud closely, Jorge nodded his head.
“Don’t worry Ghost, I’ll put in a call and make this top priority. We’ll find him,” he said as he pulled out his cell phone and checked the reception, “…as soon as I get to someplace where I can get reception.” He sighed as he snapped his phone closed and watched her. He was not upset that she had asked for help…only that she had waited so long to do so. Now he was going to feel bad that they wasted time training when he could have gotten the precinct on this sooner. “Maya, why didn’t you tell me before?” he asked with concern. “Training an old police officer is not more important than your son. Come on,” he said as he waved her over. “Tell me exactly what happened and I’ll get my people on it.”
She relaxed a bit after he'd agreed to make it a top priority and a sigh slithered around the open air. "I promised to do this for you. I didn't want to ask you for a favor when I hadn't made good on my own promise." Now they could move forward unhindered. She did this for him. Now he would do this for her. They would be even.
He waved her over and the cloud wafted that way.
"He was learning here at the Mansion, but it's summer. He's been... sneaking out. I don't know what for, but Sebastian caught him recently. I thought he had quit doing that kind of thing, but one day I came to pick him up from here and he wasn't here and sometimes that happens. Sometimes Sebastian could have got him at home already but when I called and he wasn't there I looked better and he's just not here or anywhere that he's supposed to be." If she had to stop to breathe, it wasn't apparent by the speed at which her assessment of the situation tumbled out. She had obviously been waiting for this moment.
"He's sort of a special case, more mature then your average 12 year old, but he's still just a kid." And kids needed to be protected.
Jorge would not get reception down here, but Ghost was too distracted to tell him so. She was far too busy fretting.
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Jorge
Jorge headed towards the exit, all the while Ghost had begun to explain what had happened. He still felt bad that she had decided to do this session above asking him for help with her son. That really should not have taken precedent over the fact that her son was missing. He was a police officer, it was his job to help people in need. Maya was in need, she needed to find her son, and instead of asking him right off the bat, he and she ran around this simulation as if there was nothing wrong.
He sighed.
He would lecture her later about her choices in this matter. In the meantime, though, he knew that she was far too distraught over her son being missing. At least she finally told him. He would have felt like a complete fool if she had not and still they had done this Danger Room session. Despite how much he needed to learn to control these new abilities, he now wanted most of all to find this woman’s son.
It was only when she finished that Jorge realized her was getting no reception down here. They would have to make it back to the top of the mansion so that he could get a call out.
>> "He's sort of a special case, more mature than your average 12 year old, but he's still just a kid."[/color]
Jorge nodded once they got to the exit. He waited for her lead him back up to the top. A twelve year-old running away from home. Not exactly the first time that he had witnessed such a thing, but what was the reason? Why was he not home or at least checking in with his parents to let them know he was okay? It was obvious that he was not taken out of the school against his will since the security here is pretty tight. But even if he did leave of his own accord…why?
He sighed as he tried to run possible scenarios. He needed more information from Ghost, that would be the only way.
“Do you have a recent picture of him?” Jorge asked as her once she started to lead the way back up. “Once we get up top I will call the precinct had get the ball rolling. Does he have any close friends here at the mansion that I can talk to?” he asked, going through the usual list of things that officers tell people under similar distress. But as he paused to look at her, he felt a pang of sympathy and patted her shoulder reassuringly. “Maya, I’m sure he’s fine. We’ll find him.”
A recent photograph? "Of course. In my room upstairs." They could go there right now and Jorge could use his eyes to pick out which one it was. "I'm not sure about close friends. He hsn't been here really very long and he's not in a grade with his own age group... He's got a couple boys he taught to play poker. I had to pay one of them three chocolate chip cookies just to get his left shoe back once after he'd lost it in a game." The currency exchange rate of little boys was beyond Ghost, but she understood hungry stomachs.
The Ghost cloud rolled over to the door and hesitated. It should recognize a body and just open when Jorge got there. The security was only on the outside for people who wanted in. The sensors didn't pick her up, but she started through the crevasse anyway. If she got through before Jorge caught up, so be it. If he caught up before she got through, well she would get through faster.
After that it was down the hall and up some smooth metallic stairs, the last of the sterile and clean underground. They were back to real life. Real, messy kid-filled life. A couple round cereal O's scattered as Ghost whooshed by, though the kitchen and up the back stairs to the main dormitory hallway. She went straight to the adult hall and under one of the doors. The wood rattled in its frame as she passed under.
A little windy rummaging and the sound of a few things hitting ground and the wind picked up from behind the door. A glass and metal frame scooted slowly, pushed by a broad but violent gust of wind. In the picture were two very pale white haired and slender parents, one with a spiral horn and long hair and the other was Ghost. Between the two of them was a dark-haired, dark eyed little boy with freckles.