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 wittyjack on Oct 8, 2007 17:03:44 GMT -6
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Kyle flopped onto his stomach on the bed in his hotel room. He scrolled through his now brimming full shiny black ipod. He had swiped the cop man's entire music collection while he had been too distracted by his pretty little girlfriend to notice the focused look on Kyle's face. It had been oddly difficult for him to complete the transfer, which alarmed him, though perhaps a little less than it should have. He scrolled through the playlists and found some bands he recognized; Aerosmith, Led Zepplin, AC/DC, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers... now there was some good music... oh... and Something Corporate. He loved them. But there was also a lot of stuff he'd never heard of. That pleased him too. Kyle loved getting new music. He scrolled some more and came across something that made his face twitch into a puzzled frown; "Dixie Chicks". That was probably a chick band. The song was called "Landslide". He pushed the center button and gave it a careful listen.
Kyle was unpretentious and unbiased when it came to music. He'd listen to anything once... and he gave every song due consideration. If he didn't like something, it was simply because it hadn't pleased him. He deleted the songs he found and didn't care for. But usually not before listening to it at least twice.
Yes... this was definitely a chick band. The song was soft and melodious and plenty corny... but he didn't hate it. The lyrics were thoughtful and poetic. He'd certainly heard worse. He'd put it in the 'deserves another listen' category. He went to scrolling again, feeling too tired to just let anything at all play. He stopped on Metallica. There was a band he'd heard of. Their song Fuel was one of his favorites, but he only had a few of their songs. He selected the song "The Unforgiven II" and flopped onto his back with a tired sigh. He listened to the words in a contemplative haze.
Lay beside me, tell me what they've done Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you
Lay beside me, under wicked sky The black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through No, there's no sun shining through No, there's no sun shining...
What I've felt, what I've known Turn the pages, turn the stone Behind the door, should I open it for you.... What I've felt, what I've known Sick and tired, I stand alone Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you Or are you unforgiven too?
Come lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear. She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again She lay beside me, But she'll be there when I'm gone Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone Dead sure she'll be there...
What I've felt, what I've known Turn the pages, turn the stone Behind the door, should I open it for you.... What I've felt, what I've known Sick and tired, I stand alone Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you Or are you unforgiven too?
Lay beside me, tell me what I've done The door is closed, so are your eyes But now I see the sun, now I see the sun Yes now I see it
What I've felt, what I've known Turn the pages, turn the stone Behind the door, should I open it for you.... What I've felt, what I've known So sick and tired, I stand alone Could you be there, 'cause I'm the one who waits, The one who waits for you....
Oh what I've felt, what I've known Turn the pages, turn the stone Behind the door, should I open it for you.... (So I dub thee unforgiven....) Oh, what I've felt.... Oh, what I've known.... I take this key (never free...) And I bury it (never me...) in you Because you're unforgiven too.... Never free.... Never me.... 'Cause you're unforgiven too....
Oh...
As the song was nearing the end, Kyle drifted off to sleep.
Posted by wittyjack on Nov 30, 2007 20:43:08 GMT -6
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Kyle slid the plastic card into the door lock, pulled it out again, and opened the door. Closing the door behind him, he flopped face first into the bed he had no trouble whatsoever in considering his. Kyle was glad to be back at his hotel room. He felt comfortable there. It had been far to clear that staying at the Sanctuary wasn't an option. Not if he wanted to keep his newly acquired freedom.
New freedom. That was right. He had been just shy of a slave all his life, or at least all of it that he could remember. Eckman had ruined his life. And kept it ruined. How long had they looked for him? Did his mother even now think of him and weep? Had she ever cried for him? He knew he had a mother somewhere. But he couldn't recall her face. He did not know her name. He knew he'd known it once. He'd found that information out even after Eckman had taken him, but he'd forgotten. For some reason, he wanted to know. Kyle couldn't say he wanted to find her and ask her if she'd looked for him, or cried for him, that he missed her, or wanted her company now. He didn't feel like he could really care. But he wanted to remember her name.
Kyle rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. He wondered what he would be like if Eckman had never bothered with him. Where would he be? What would he be doing? Did it matter? There was no point in wondering. He couldn't be who he would have been. He could only be who he was.
The exhaustion of escaping from the mutant haters that had ruined his plans on crashing at the Sanctuary was claiming him. He wasn't really sure how he'd done it, but he was sure the experience would give him more deep thought to ponder than he cared to have. In any case, they'd have to wait until the morning. He was drifting.
Melissa Rivers stood outside the hotel room of one Kyle Maxwell Arac, registered mutant-powers unknown, missing person for the last five years, eighteen years old.
It had taken her a considerable amount of work to track him down. She'd had to search through police records, court cases, and hotel registries. She had chuckled when she realized he was currently staying in a hotel owned by his father; she wondered if he realized. She held the results of her research in a plain manila folder under her arm
She knocked.
If he was home, she had an offer for him, if not, she would try again later.
Posted by wittyjack on Dec 17, 2007 16:05:44 GMT -6
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Kyle mumbled something unintelligible and pushed himself up off his (yes his) bed. Was that someone knocking at the door? He rubbed his face lazily. How long had he been out anyway?
"Just a minute." Kyle called, just in case there was anyone there to hear him. He walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His hair was disheveled from sleeping, and his clothes where appropriately wrinkled. He ran his hands through his hair to fix it a bit. Kyle gave up. He wore his hair messy most of the time anyway.
It occurred to him that there really wasn't anyone he knew and would want to see that knew where to find him. Whoever was at the door was either a stranger, or someone he didn't want to see, or both. He looked through the peep hole. A woman? Why? She didn't look dangerous, but that didn't mean she wasn't. She looked business-like. That could be a bad sign.
But of course, there was no way Kyle was going to refuse to open the door for a pretty lady. He opened the door without any rush, and only far enough for him to pass his shoulders through and lean on the door frame.
“Perhaps.” This young man was almost assuredly the one she was looking for. He was the right age and though he was five years older, he still looked like the pictures his parents had submitted to the police when he had been abducted. And he certainly looked like a teenaged boy who'd been living on his own for awhile.
She smiled, “Or perhaps I can help you. I have some information that might interest you.”
Posted by wittyjack on Dec 17, 2007 17:03:46 GMT -6
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You know the old saying; knowledge is power. Well he wasn't so stupid as to completely disregard a chance to learn something useful, but he wasn't about to jump for bait either.
"I'm well aware of usefulness of information... and nobody who understands that hands it out for free." Kyle said, his usually charming face grave and serious, "What do you want?" Despite the fact that this woman was pretty, and had shown up at his door, he was in no mood to be baited along. She could get to the point or get the hell out of his doorway.
"In this case, all I require in exchange for the information is you to make a decision on what to do with the information. I promise there are no wrong choices."
"I'm Melissa Rivers, by the way." She held out her hand. Even if he was going to be rude, there was no need to be rude back. She had backed him into a corner, so it was only to be expected that he may be feeling a little hostile. She smiled at him in a friendly if not slightly flirty way, "Now, would you rather hear what I have to tell you standing here in the hallway, or would you like to invite me in? Or better yet we can combine business and pleasure; I could take out you to dinner and we can discuss this over sushi."
Posted by wittyjack on Dec 18, 2007 19:00:36 GMT -6
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Kyle stared at her, contemplating whether or not he wanted to let her into his room. More than that, whether or not he wanted to shake her hand. He was well aware that there were mutants who could incapacitate a person simply by touching them. He did a quick search of her brain, finding her basic information. She was human. Oddly enough, that wasn't comforting. But he let it be reassuring enough that he reached out and shook her hand. His tone gave the impression that he wasn't at ease with her, "Kyle."
He moved out of the way to let her into the room, still not sure it was wise, "No wrong choices? Hope Karma didn't hear you say that." Once she was inside he closed the door behind her and leaned back against it. He was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a baggy plain t-shirt. His feet were bare.
"So... before we get into whatever your magical, no-wrong-choice information is... Why are you here talking to me? Why me? What do you know that brought you here? There are a lot of doors in this hotel. Why this one?" Kyle asked, his voice calm.
Apparently he was not interested in sushi. Too bad. She sat on one of the chairs, and crossed her legs, motioning for him to take the opposite chair if he wished.
“The reason I am here, at this hotel room, is you. Truthfully, I know who you are and what you are. Those reasons are intertwined with the information I have to give you. I work for the Resistance, researching and contacting mutants who can potentially help our cause, to eliminate the Mutant Registration Law and free the mutants who have been wrongfully imprisoned. We also provide a safe haven to shelter mutants from the law. The information I have is in two parts, this,” she handed him the manila envelop she was carrying, “contains all the information I have about you, the only copies. The other part of the information is about the Resistance. If you choose to join, I will tell you about the Resistance. If not, I will leave you with my cell phone number in case you change your mind, and I won't bother you again. In either case, you may keep the information on your past, since it rightfully belongs to you anyway.” She awaited his decision.
Posted by wittyjack on Dec 19, 2007 23:38:55 GMT -6
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Kyle took the manila envelope from her and chucked it disinterestedly onto his bed. He took a deep breath and tried to be polite, or at least closer to it, "Forgive me, Miss Rivers. But let me speak plainly. That lovely little speech you just gave me was very... diplomatic. Polite and vague. You said nothing at all that truly means anything. Furthermore, only an idiot agrees to join anything before he's told what it is." Kyle sat on the edge of his bedside table, "Now, would you care to start over and prove to me that you know something about me. Handing me papers means nothing."
Proof, how much proof does he want? This is rediculous. "Is it really important to you that I be able to recite your entire life's history when you know it yourself, Kyle Arac? Should I tell you everything I know about your family and what they have been doing since your disappearance, when you can read about it for yourself perfectly well in your own time? Do you want me to produce your birth parents from behind a magic curtain with puffs of magical stage smoke? The important thing here is that you are a mutant and you can choose to join up with the resistance or remain on your own. If you have any specific questions you need answered before making your decision, ask them."
Posted by wittyjack on Jan 6, 2008 16:54:44 GMT -6
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Kyle smirked. Now he was interested.
"No, Miss Rivers... Melissa, was it?... I don't require you to recite my life history. What you've already said will do." Kyle said, his tone of voice now quite different from what it had been. He sounded interested, amused, and a little bit sly. Kyle sat down on the edge of his bed and looked at her for the first time without malicious distrust, "So... What's this resistance all about? I gotta warn you. I'm no bleeding heart hero. I don't do anything for anyone if they're not making it worth my while."
He paused and looked at her pointedly, "This thing worth my while?"
This boy was hard to figure out. She tried to be polite and got rudeness, when she switched to being a little rude herself, then he listened. Apparently wherever he had been for the last five years they hadn’t taught him to be polite. Whatever. She would answer his questions.
“There are a number of reasons you might like to join. First, it’s a whole lot cheaper than staying in a hotel room and buying all your own meals. You also get to meet a lot of other powerful mutants from Xavier’s Institute, the Sanctuary, and Mondragon Labs as well as other like yourself with no affiliation; you’ll get a chance to work with them and see what they can do. You can have the chance to help free your fellow mutants, if that appeals to you. You will have access to facilities and resource to help you hone your unique talents. Personally, I work for the resistance because I find it interesting. I get bored easily, so I couldn’t stand some boring desk job. Working for the resistance I get to go out and meet new people, eat sushi on company time, and I have access to some very unique technology. Plus, with a bunch of mutants running around, you never know what might happen on a day to day basis. It definitely isn’t boring. In any case, everyone has their own reasons, I don’t know what you would consider ‘worth your while’ but there are all sorts of opportunities you would miss out on if you stay holed up in your hotel room forever. Besides, you can always leave if you decide you hate it.”
She tilted her head at him. “Speaking of opportunities, the offer for sushi is still good by the way. I’m going to go get some after this little meeting whether or not you decide to come with.”
Posted by wittyjack on Jan 13, 2008 11:57:06 GMT -6
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Kyle mulled things over, resting his elbow on his bedside table, and his chin on the palm of his hand. He'd never had sushi, and he doubted very much if it could possibly be as horrible of an experience as the rueben had been. The girl had earned her spurs, and he was no longer inclined to be uneasy around her, though that didn't mean he trusted her completely. In all honesty, there wasn't a single person on the face of the planet that Kyle trusted completely. Not even that do-good Coper Man. What was his name? Oh yeah, Rupert. He really should go visit him at some point. He wasn't sure why. He just felt like it. but that later. Right now he had choices to make. The thought jarred him a bit.
He had choices.
He could tell this girl to get the hell out of his room, and end up staying here until he ran out of money and could no longer afford the room... it would happen eventually... or he could go with her to wherever this 'resistance' was and see what he could make of it, if anything. But it would be something. And he'd have a choice. Well then... sushi it is.
Kyle smiled, "Sure... That is... if you don't mind waiting for me to clean myself up. I'm not too keen on going out looking like this."
Melissa gave his attire a quick glance. He was a bit rumpled looking. "Of course, would you prefer I wait out in the hall while you get ready?"
His "sure" had meant that he'd go get sushi with her, not that he'd join the resistance. That was fine with Melissa. She had made the offer now and he could decide to do whatever he wanted at this point. If he needed more time to think, he could think all through dinner, or really even after that as well. She would leave her number in case he wanted to join later.