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.
Whoa. Testosterone through the roof. She grabbed everything sloppily and straightened up. Before, she would never have ever have been so undressed in the gym proper. Now, all she was worried about was the fact that Sebastian had a sword trained on MacMillan. She knew exactly what he could do. And she didn't want that for MacMillan.
"Yes it's a sword." She made a face at the guy like a little sister might make toward an older brother that just asked the stupidest question possible.
Sebastian was a lot more dignified in his response to the gym owner.
> “We were just heading in that direction,”
"Not you."
Sebastian urged her on and she grabbed his hand. "Yes him." Her tone left no question to what she meant. He was coming with her and she dragged him to the back and up a skinny set of carpeted stairs. The first door on the right was a room decked out in tween idol posters and pink fluff. She shoved Sebastian in and then shut the door behind them both and locked it.
As soon as she let out a breath the door started shaking as a fist banged against it.
"I will not allow any nookie under my roof. Do you understand me, young lady?"
Noel took a step back. She was afraid the door might come down.
"Yeah? Well, you can't stop me!" She turned on her heel and there really wasn't any room between the oversized dresser and the bed. Just a little walking path where she had stashed her unicorn. Noel ditched the swords on the dresser and flung her arms around Sebastian't shoulders. Yeah. That would show MacMillan.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 31, 2011 20:20:11 GMT -6
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Sebastian had been planning on standing guard outside her room all night. He supposed he could guard her just as easily from this side of the door as well. He liked that she took the initiative in that case, so he didn't have to argue about whether or not she needed him to guard her. He had seen the look in that boxing guy's eyes.
And the big guy was something else entirely, acting suddenly like he was her father or something. Maybe he was. Well, she was much too old for over protective fathers who banged and shouted at bedroom doors. Not that she didn't need protection, just that she should be able to choose her own form of protection now.
And apparently she had chosen him. Before he even got a chance to make sure his sword was properly cleaned, it was in a pile with all the others and he had a mostly naked Noel wrapped around his neck. Her skin was cold to the touch. He wrapped his arms around her, too, and rubbed her back to warm her up again. She either needed some clothes or a blanket on her.
“What's a nookie?” If the old man was going to be calling him dirty names through the door, he at least want to know how offended he should be by it. So he could deal with it in the morning. Now was not the time.
He rubbed her back and while that was nice it was also her back. MacMillain couldn't see through the door. She didn't actually have to be all over the unicorn. "Sorry." Noel cringed at another round of door pounding and let her arms slide off of Sebastian's shoulders. It sounded as if MacMillain might be getting tired. Or maybe his fist was getting sore.
"Nookie is uhm... well it's sex." She was pretty sure it was sex. It could have just been getting frisky, but she didn't even bother in case she would have to explain that one too.
She scrubbed her forehead just over her eyebrows. Noel was entirely too tired to get this all sorted out right now.
"Fine! No sex." The door stopped shaking in its frame. Not that Noel had been... or would ever... Sebastian was cool and all, but... you know. It should mean something or she should have been married or something.
"I can't approve." Was he... crying on the other side of that door? Noel looked at Sebastian entirely bewildered.
"You don't have to." She sat on the bed and rubbed her arms. Did this mean she would need to find a new place to stay after this?
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 31, 2011 21:29:47 GMT -6
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“There is no need to be sorry,” Sebastian declined her apology, but let her slip out of his grasp and sink to the edge of the bed. He reached past her to grab the pink quilted comforter off of her bed and wrap it around her shoulders. “Here, put that on at least.”
Ah, sex. That explains things.
He cringed as she yelled back through the door, not for the content, but for the volume of all the pounding and shouting that was going back and forth. This was getting a little silly. They were all adults here, even if one of them did live with her father and still have pink lacy bed sheets.
Sebastian went back and unlocked and opened the door, right as a big fist was about to pound on it again. The fist stopped short, surprised.
The unicorn man regarded the tall man in front of him.
“With all due respect sir, it has been a long night.” His clothing was testament to that; his pants were mud caked half way up to his knees, his shirt was wrinkled, ripped, and stained with blood, sweat, and dirt. “All we want is a place where we can get cleaned up and then sleep in peace. Is this such a place, or do we need to go elsewhere?”
The door opened and Noel had been expecting to see MacMillain standing there, ready to turn his pounding knock into a punch. Instead, he looked surprised that Sebastian had opened the door.
"Get out."
Noel looked up to Sebastian. He was obviously talking to the unicorn.
"You're ruining her good name. Both of you. Out."
But… the blanket was so warm. And where else would she go?
"Out!" He shouted it this time.
Noel jumped where she huddled in her blanket. He'd never yelled at her before. The association with his daughter had made him protective of her. Bring a man into the house, though and that association was broken. From what Noel could tell from this room, his daughter had gotten a bit… wild before she'd run away. The things were hidden under pink and lace, but after living there she couldn't deny it.
Noel shed her comforter and touched Sebastian's arm to indicate that he should step back and let her take care of this.
"Look at me." He shook his head.
So she shoved him. The man hardly moved, his neck was thicker than her leg. But it got his attention. He glared up at her, face mottled purple and red. He was going to have a heart attack one of these days. Words were forming somewhere behind his sausage lips, but she cut him off with her wiggly eyes.
Forget your daughter ever existed. Forget your beef with the unicorn.
Noel's lips moved, but she never actually said anything.
They both stood still for a time, recovering from the disorientation before MacMillain's purple red faded into something more strawberry colored.
"Put some clothes on. Sheesh." And he slammed the door shut in Noel's face.
She wobbled on her feet before kicking off her mud covered shoes. Any misgivings she'd previously had about the unicorn were now erased.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 1, 2011 18:32:15 GMT -6
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While Sebastian was ready to talk about this like an adult, the big guy with the big fists apparently was not. At least, not until Noel took care of things. He was a little afraid to let her step in front of him, because the beefy guy was about ready to punch someone and the healer would rather it be his face that got broken and not a pretty lady's, but she insisted, so he let her.
There wasn't really room for her to stand next to him, so Sebastian got out of her way the only real way he could: by sitting on the bed. All she did was look him in the eyes, and then they both stood there dazed for a moment. Sebastian wasn't able to see her eyes from the angle he was at, be both of them were moving their lips. Beefy lips moved aimlessly, while thin feminine lips moved with purpose, though he couldn't tell what she was saying from his angle.
Then, in a sudden change of heart, the man told her off and slammed the door in Noel's face.
Sebastian stood, eyebrows quirked in confusion. With a gentle hand on her arm he turned her away from the door and back to face him.
Sebastian caught her arm before she could touch her forehead just above the eyebrow. He wasn't forceful, in fact he was quite tender as he turned her around.
Noel didn't look happy about it. Mostly just bone weary and slightly ashamed. "I don't know exactly. That's the trick of it. Whatever I do to them comes back on me." She was so grimy that bed seemed almost too good. She should wash first but there wasn't a way to in here and she wasn't about to risk running into Macmillan again so soon.
"It doesn't always last so we should sleep while we can." And there was only one bed. One small bed. But she was willing to share so long as he didn't snore. "If you snore, I'm shoving you onto the floor." There, that was adequate warning, right?
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 2, 2011 21:00:53 GMT -6
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“Mind control and licking knowledge off of fingers, you have one of the more interesting sets of talents I've ever encountered,” Sebastian couldn't quite stifle a yawn. “You'll have to tell me more about it sometime.” Like when they weren't both falling asleep standing up.
“I agree to your terms,” the unicorn nodded gravely. It was a much better arrangement than any of his other options. He still wished for a shower, but he was a little afraid of monsters out in the hallway, so he supposed he could just sleep as he was for now and bathe in the morning.
He started to unbutton his ruined shirt, and then frowned down at the wet bottoms of his pants. He really didn't want to wear them into bed, but he highly doubted that Noel had a pair in his size with a tail hole in the back.
Good. Then they were good. Noel sat on the bed and tried to rub as much mud off as she could. After a feeble attempt she scooted over and under the covers.
Then scooted over more until she was up against the wall.
She stank. She was dirty. She was tired. She rolled over and tried to just go to sleep.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 3, 2011 19:56:11 GMT -6
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Sebastian sighed and finally decided to just sleep with the pants on. He rolled up the bottoms a couple of inches to minimize the dirt he'd get on the sheets, then crawled in after Noel.
It wasn't that either of them was very big. It was simply a very small bed. Sebastian couldn't really lay on his back or stomach without sticking out the side, so he had to lay on his side. That meant he kind of overlapped on Noel's side just a bit, but she was also laying on her side facing the wall, which meant that they could both fit if he copied the angle she was sleeping at.
It sounded like she was asleep before he even finished settling himself in. The unicorn man was not far behind.
True to his agreement even in sleep, he did not snore. However, he did not promise not to move in his sleep. He wasn't one to roll suddenly, to kick, or to punch, however, he had spent much of his life living without central heating and in the winter the easiest way to stay warm in bed was to cuddle up next to someone else. Old habits died hard.
She felt kind of... stuck. Noel felt breath on her neck and remembered about the man with the unicorn horn. She did not remember inviting him to snuggle. Snuggling felt... nice, but it also felt odd. Noel just didn't know him that well. Or that way.
Though they had kissed... she remembered kissing and several other lifetimes of kissing. The brunette was pretty sure she'd never kissed a girl, but Sebastian had. Therefore Noel could remember it.
First order of business, Noel peeled the arm off of her ribs. He'd been wrapped snugly around her like a seat belt so between the restraining arm and the wall she had nowhere to go. The arm had to go. And she elbowed him back a little to get enough room to squeeze out of the covers. Snug fit.
According to her calendar, she had to work today. Let the unicorn sleep. She ran a brush through her hair and went downstairs to shower and get ready.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 6, 2011 20:02:11 GMT -6
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Sebastian slept like the dead until well after noon. Then, he wished he was dead. He was sore everywhere. Muscles he hadn't even remembered existed complained about the abuse they had received the night before. His left shoulder in particular was unhappy.
He managed to stumble to the bathroom, despite the soreness of his legs, and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
How had he let himself become so weak and flabby? Clearly this was something that needed to be remedied. Immediately, if not sooner. He wanted to cross swords with Noel again, to fight the most epic battle of the millennia, but if that was going to happen he needed to be in shape.
Luckily he was in the exact right place to do that.
The next couple of weeks became a routine of sword exercises, weight lifting, and getting his face pounded inside out by boxing champions, avoiding eye contact with MacMillan, tutoring Noel through more sword exercises, healing while he slept (and snuggled), and waking up sore to start the whole process all over again.