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.
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 30, 2007 10:45:13 GMT -6
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Calley
Getting on a shirt was much trickier than getting on pants. He spoke as he wrestled to navigate his treacherous right arm through. It was a slow, excruciating process. He didn't think whining about it to this man would be a good idea, though. So he spoke, and gritted his teeth whenever he wanted to whimper.
“I heard about them while I was catting around the Sanctuary. I don’t know much, just that they live at someplace called the Mansion, and I’ve heard other people calling Xavier’s place that, too. The Order is pretty scared of them—I think they’re some kind of secret fighting force. Two of them were spying at the Sanctuary when I followed my Isabel in. It really rattled the Order people up, not that they let the two guys know it.”
The Sanctuary? Order? There was more mutant activity going on in this city than he thought. “Hold on a second kid. Where is the Sanctuary and who are the Order? The Xavier Institute is a mansion, so that’s where the X-men are, but I haven’t heard anything about this Sanctuary, or the Order that runs it.”
If they were another group of mutants then not only would he get more mutant blood, but if they were rivals of the X-men then if he could somehow keep them at each other’s throats then he could continue unhindered.
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 30, 2007 11:10:08 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Calley
Calley almost laughed, but he swallowed it. He almost asked, You haven’t been in New York long, have you?, but he managed to can that, too. Instead, he explained with a minimum of flippantness and a maximum of sincerity: “The Sanctuary is that big homeless shelter with the golden gates, right here in the city. It opened up maybe a year ago. They say they take in anybody, but what they really mean is they take in anybody so nobody notices that there’s an underground level just for mutants. I don’t think the Order actually runs the place...” He paused, thinking of Darth Dorian. “Actually, they might. I don’t know. A guy named Dorian leads the Order, and I think a guy named Dorian was on TV during the grand opening of the Sanctuary, back when all those cops got killed. My Detectives are still ready to kill someone over that—the NYPD doesn’t have a clue that the cop killers are living in the Sanctuary. At least, I think my Isabel is one of them. Anyways, it seemed to me like most of the people there didn’t even know about the Order.” He shifted uncomfortably. “I was trying to figure out how to join them without getting killed, actually—they sort of kind of really don’t know that Isabel’s cat is me, but they all know that Isabel’s cat has been sitting in on their meetings.”
It never entered his head to keep any of this information to himself, or that he could use it as a bargaining chip—what was the point of knowing all these great colossal secrets if there was no one to spill them too? He was warming up to his new job already.
Hunter arched an eyebrow in surprise. This kid certainly kept his ears open. He’d met few more natural spies in his life. “Boy, you’ve just raised my estimation of you. Come on now, let’s get you kitted out and see to that arm of yours.”
Hunter strode for the door, stopping briefly to throw a pair of sneakers in Calley’s direction standing outside his apartment he pulled out his phone and called James. “Hunter here, listen. I’m bringing in a mutant with a shoulder injury that I want you to see to. I also want all the latest development from the technology labs made available to me upon arrival, we should be there within the hour.”
Replacing the phone in his pocket he turned back to Calley. “Have you ever ridden in a limo kid?”
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 30, 2007 11:32:53 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Calley
Calley felt a little glow of pride at the man’s compliment. It was an unexpected feeling. But then again, it was the first compliment he’d had in years that didn’t sound like “What a cute cat!” And he was rather proud of all his eavesdropping, thank you.
Calley shoved his feet into the sneakers as he trailed the man out the door. One-armed shoelace tying sounded a little too complicated, so he left the strings flopping. The shoes were rather big on him, but so were the pants and the shirt. Considering he’d been in terror for his life about twenty minutes ago he wasn’t about to complain. After the man had finished his phone call—and after Calley had tucked away the fact that Mister Hunter here had both a medical staff and tech labs available at his whim—Calley couldn’t help asking one more stupid question: “Kitted out? Do you mean like James Bond-style?”
“Have you ever ridden in a limo kid?”
Calley made a face. “Once as a parakeet. Some drunk prom kids thought they were ‘rescuing’ me. Just so you know: I haven’t figured out how to fly yet.” And the guy had a limo constantly awaiting his call? Cool. Calley suddenly had a good feeling that his new employer was more than just a scary man—he was a scary rich man. Bonus points if there was a chauffeur with a stupid name like Charles. Or James.
“Well that’s something that we shall have to work on then,” Hunter said in response to the comment about flying, “And by kitted out I mean give you things to get you where your mutation cant, as well as more accurate ways of gathering information.”
Hunter got in the lift and once Calley had joined him hit the button for the ground floor. Once the doors had closed Hunter said, “You do not speak again until we are in the car, understood?”
The lift doors opened he headed straight for the exit and Maximillian met him there. “Maximillian, bring the car around,” Hunter ordered. With a nod the man went to fetch the limo.
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 30, 2007 11:58:21 GMT -6
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Calley
So to answer the question: yes. Yes, his Scary Boss Man did mean James Bond-style. Calley was actually quite happy that he’d gotten caught. He wasn’t so happy about the dislocated shoulder, but that was apparently going to be fixed soon. And he was almost too excited to care. His energy seemed to be returning to him at an alarming rate—when the Boss told him to keep it zipped until they reached the limo, he nodded, but he couldn’t help bouncing on his heels a little the whole way to the ground floor. As the doors dinged open, Calley realized with a start that he could shift again. It was like some kind of switch had been flipped in his brain. His internal fuse box had just been reset: he could cat and be gone before this guy knew what had happened.
But he was about to get gadgets. What budding spy in his right mind turned down gadgets? He kept following his new employer. He deflated a little when he heard that his fellow employee’s name was Maximillian, but immediately perked up again when he realized just how stupid that name was in its own right. Heh. Maximillian. That guy’s mother must have hated him.
When the limo was brought around, Calley couldn’t help but be a little impressed. He didn’t see many limos. He definitely didn’t ride in many limos. He had never ridden in a limo wearing a rich scary man’s spare clothing. He slid onto the posh back seat after Hunter, and tried to keep his gawking to dignified levels. He had a sudden urge to look into the mini-fridge, but he managed to restrain himself, just barely. Impulse control: not one of his finer-tuned characteristics.
This day was officially fun again.
...Though he was a little sad he wouldn't see the look on the man's face when he found that ship-in-a-bottle.
Hunter nodded to Maximillian and the limo drove off. Turning to his newly recruited spy he said “I now want to know everything you know about the sanctuary and the mansion, including their occupants. Begin with their offence and defence capabilities, then command structure and operating procedure and finally anything else you think is of interest.”
“Remember, I need facts, not opinions. You may make guesses, but must say when you are. I don’t want to have to remind you that you are not chatting with one of your pals, but talking to you new boss.”
Once Hunter had learnt all Calley could tell him he’d have the kid fixed, then equipped, including with an immovable tracking device. Calley’s loyalty was yet to be tested, and until he was completely sure he was working under the assumption that he would flee at the first opportunity. The moment the boy changed Hunter would be on him and break both legs. He doubted that the kid would get very far with out a pair of functional legs.
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 30, 2007 20:54:41 GMT -6
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Calley
((ooc: ...I do like functional legs...))
Calley’s attention focused back in on the man. Eek... tough subject. “I’m not sure about offence and defense, to be honest, for either of the places. The X-Men and the Order are both sort of small-scale private armies, I've gathered. And I know the Sanctuary has more cameras then you’d believe, and they’ve got their War Room on a level below where all the other mutants live, but... What should I be looking for, exactly?
“The command structure of the Order is pretty much in splinters. Dorian is supposed to be in charge, but he’s been missing for awhile, and they’ve been flying blind—he only got back the same day I started living there, which wasn't long ago. A woman named Syn was apparently in charge while he was gone, but there’s this guy Kaz who’s always picking fights with her, so they spend half of any meeting throwing knives around. Literally. Then there’s Abyss: I don’t know where he fits in on the hierarchy. I think he’s high up—and I know he’s Syn’s brother. He’s got a pretty level head. My Isabel—she’s the one I’ve been staying with; I’m her ‘Kitten’—she’s in on all the important meetings, but she only just got back, like Dorian. And I’ve heard that there’s other members floating around, but I haven’t seen them yet. It all seems pretty disorganized to me, but you should have heard Dorian’s plans.” His eyes glazed over as he remembered the guy’s speech with appreciation. “He’s a thinker, that one. Scary, too.” Not as scary as you, Boss Man. “Even while he was gone they were all still working to carry out his orders. That guy speaks, and they jump—once they’re done fighting with each other.
“I don’t know much about the Mansion. Just that the X-Men are opposed to the Order; the Order likes doing some pretty... drastic... things, and the X-Men are trying to get in their way, I think. Apparently they like protecting humans and being heroes and all that. The X-Men, that is. Definitely not the Order."
He couldn’t help but grin. “As for interesting things: just about everyone on the Order is wanted by the police for at least one crime. But the cops have no clue they’re living at the Sanctuary. And they haven’t got a clue about the worst things these guys are doing.”
He wrinkled his brow. “Do you know where KP is? I think it stands for King Pharmaceuticals.” Ever since he’d seen the videos of what they were doing there, he’d been itching to get in.
As he’d expected Calley had only been doing random eavesdropping. He’d have to teach him to look for specifics. “King Pharmaceuticals, Yes, I’ve heard of the place. Were approaching a work place of mine, Mondragon Labs. There we can get your shoulder looked at, set you up with equipment and start your training.”
“I plan to teach you some espionage skills and work on developing your mutant abilities. Also I’ll teach you basic hand to hand combat, but if you do your job well you should never need it. For now relax and enjoy the ride.”