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.
>>"The haunted shelf is an author?... Or are you changing your story now Krisz?"
Krisz snorted. As much as he could.
"I never said I was a shelf" he said with the outmost dignity "I said I was the ghost in the shelf, not of the shelf, and you totally missed the reference by the way. And yes I am an author. Have you never heard ot dead poets haunting? Well, authors do the same, we are just better at expressing ourselves. A ghost who can speak clearly is very refreshing after all the rhyme-and-riddle mumbo jumbo, if you ask me. So. What's your name, huh?"
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In, of, it didn't make a difference. Especially since Locke didn't know what on earth Krisz could be referencing. The point was that Krisz was trying to argue that a ghost could write. "What do you do? Focus all your energy? Practice with a penny before going on to a pen?" Hey if Krisz could make references to something Locke could too. Although it was a bit awkward to be talking about a Patrick Swayze as a macho guy.
With all the horror and psychological thriller films that he watched it was surprising that Locke hadn't heard of a dead poets haunting. Dead Poet society yeah. It had been an ok book and a mediocre movie. "Locke, but shouldn't you know that? Aren't ghosts suppose to be all knowing, even if they aren't talking all mumbo-jumbo."
>>"What do you do? Focus all your energy? Practice with a penny before going on to a pen?"
Krisz snorted again. He did get the reference. He just didn't like it.
>>"Locke, but shouldn't you know that? Aren't ghosts suppose to be all knowing, even if they aren't talking all mumbo-jumbo."
"I am a ghost not a mind-reader" he argued, with pride "How the hell should I know who you are. Give, I could figure it out for myself if I followed you around long enough and haunted your house, but it is easier to ask, and saves a lot of time. I am a modern ghost. Doing unexpected things. Innovation, you see? A twist on the old story. So there."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 16:50:21 GMT -6
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Locke fumbled around in his pockets, a new idea popping into his head. It had to be written down before he could forget it. Pencil in hand he scribbled +1g. "Sorry, but I don't need more than one ghost haunting me." Krisz's definition of a modern ghost sounded to him more like a stalker. Or Eddie Izzard trying to distinguish himself from weirdos by saying that he was an action transvestite.
"Is that what it means to be a modern ghost? Being able to move to a new location without taking along your old haunt?" he whispered. Let Krisz get all worked up, but Locke wasn't going to talk to an imaginary author in anything louder. How humiliating really.
first whisps of smoke creeping under the door. There, that stupid simile was finished and Locke could continue on with the story. The only problem was this whole insanity voice/modern ghost thing was driving him absolutely bonkers. He wanted facts, and not facts about ghosts. Something concrete. Something that he could work with.
>>"Sorry, but I don't need more than one ghost haunting me."
More than one? Now thta was interesting. Despite the whole haunting thing, Krisz was very clearly aware of the fact that he was a mutant, and not a ghost, and still very much alive. But that made him think who else the kid was referring to. Another mutant? An actucal ghost? Or maybe he really had voices in his head?...
>>"Is that what it means to be a modern ghost? Being able to move to a new location without taking along your old haunt?"
"That too" he agreed "I am a ghost with a modern way of thinking. Totally clear and lucid, not stuck in a loop wandering around with my head tucked under my arm reliving my death. Nope. I am a person without physical dimensions. How cool is that, hm?"
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 17:25:50 GMT -6
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Person without physical dimensions Locke hurried to scribble in his notebook. It was the most interesting thing that Krisz had said so far and he wanted to be able to remember it. Later on he could think more about it, maybe find a use for the phrase in his own words. "Mind if I use that?" he asked, not really caring what Krisz's answer was. Locke still didn't know what exactly to call Krisz, if it was something his brain was making or if he was trying to get creative, but Locke still felt that the voice was based off of something that was wrong with Locke's mind. Seeing as Krisz was Locke's creation it should be fine.
One should never stare too long or too deeply into a mirror. There is always something moving just behind you, something in the background too out of focus to catch your eye. Locke who are you kidding? He typed the question to himself. "You know what the hardest part is? The flow from thought a to thought b."
"Use wh... oh." Krisz hmmm'ed, reading the writing again. Damn kid was stealing lines now! "Sure, whatever, suit yourself. There is much more where that came from. I just pull that stuff out of the air. That's kinda my profession. As I said. Dead author. You might have read about my sudden and mysterious death in the papers."
Probably not.
>>"You know what the hardest part is? The flow from thought a to thought b."
"Tell me about it. The hardest part it holding the pen above the paper. Well. In your case, that would be hitting the keys. But whatever. Same thing. You have the thoughts, just go with it, and leave the rest to the editor, that's what I'm saying. So. You still believe I'm in your head?"
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 21:52:57 GMT -6
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An eyebrow arched. Clearly Locke's delusion had a baaad memory. "No, I haven't read about your sudden and mysterious death in the papers. Not unless it was in the Sunday comics. I don't read the newspaper." And for good reason. As things stood Locke was already a cynical person, a pessimist who refused to believe in anything without proof. Did he really need to turn the news on or read the paper to find more stories about humanity going to hell in a hand basket? If he had that sort of exposure there would be no chance of him ever cracking a joke.
"I'm seventeen. I am my own editor, unless I want to get a F on my homework," Locke argued with Krisz. As much as he loved writing he knew it wasn't his calling. Well, maybe. There was a severe lack of self confidence in Locke that was needed for him to put his works out there. With the lyrics it wasn't so bad. Girls seemed to be more interested in the crazy guy that sang them and played the guitar rather than the quiet boy that played the bass and sang back-up. "I'm not doing this story for money. Just, something that popped into my head and I need to write it down before it explodes. And yes, you are still in my head."
>> "No, I haven't read about your sudden and mysterious death in the papers. Not unless it was in the Sunday comics. I don't read the newspaper."
Pfft. Of course it wasn't in the Sunday comics. There is nothing comical about a gifted author suddenly disappearing into thin air. Whatsoever. Pfft. Americans.
>>"I'm seventeen. I am my own editor, unless I want to get a F on my homework. I'm not doing this story for money. Just, something that popped into my head and I need to write it down before it explodes. And yes, you are still in my head."
"That's how it usually starts." he agreed, momentarily distracted from sulking "That's all you need for being a writer. If you write for money, you're doomed. You have to write because you can't not write."
Boy, was he full of wisdom.
"All right. Be right back."
Krisz zoomed away towards the back room of the book shop. A good ten minutes later he appeared once again... this time, in his full physical self, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and sitting in a wheelchair.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 13, 2011 21:47:55 GMT -6
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Krisz, it would seem, wanted Locke to go on to be a writer rather than do something with kids. Or maybe he just wanted Locke to just write for the sake of writing. The second thing he could, and would do. He hadn't been gifted with amazing drawing skills, nor could he make up songs like his friend Eaan. When it came to dancing Locke would be forever stuck with behind the door dancing, being as stiff as a board once he had to dance with a girl. Acting was out of the question. Locke barely tolerated singing in front of people. If he couldn't write Locke would probably spontaneously combust some day from lack of creativity.
"Wait what do you mean 'be right back?'" Locke asked as Krisz zoomed away. Not only was he arguing with himself earlier, but now his insanity wanted to leave him alone? Great, even Locke didn't want to be around Locke! "Krisz?"he called hesitantly, not wanting to look like a total loon, though he clearly was. "Krisz?"
For the first two minutes of silence Locke had both of the earbuds out, straining to hear something that wasn't talking to him. In the third minute he decided that he really had gone insane this time. Halfway into Krisz's disappearance Locke stuck the headphones back in and tried to work on his story.
Nobody had thought to tell Andre not to stare too long into a mirror however. Locke's fingers froze over the keys as he rolled the next sentence around in his mind. He was vaguely aware of someone approaching him and halting, but paid it no attention until the imaginary voice spoke up again. "I thought you were... in a...." he halted himself before saying anything more. Crud, either he was now seeing things, or Krisz hadn't been lying when he said he was his own being. Hard to tell which was a less pleasant thought.
Krisz grinned at Locke. The kid must have been really freaking out by now. He either figured he was now seeing imaginary people, or it was just starting to dawn on him that he was actually talking to a person all along. It was fun. It almost made it worth being in the wheelchair. Almost.
>>"I thought you were... in a...."
"I'm not in your head" he grinned at him, waving "I, however, do work here as a resident ghost, although I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone. It's bad for business. But you are a smart kid, and also a writer, so I'm pretty sure you know how these things work..."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 14, 2011 13:00:54 GMT -6
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Un-freakin'-belivable. The voice he had heard earlier was the same that was speaking to him now, which meant the man in front of Locke had been real. This didn't have the same feeling as seeing the ghost of his dad, and not just that warm fuzzy feeling at seeing a badly missed loved one. It was hard to describe the sensation of seeing something that all knowledge and reason says does not exist. This person was real, and Krisz was finally giving Locke the solid evidence that he needed.
"Locke Tori," the Californian offered in response, taking Krisz's hand and shaking it. The hand was solid, which cemented the fact that it was indeed a human that Locke was talking to. He couldn't help but look at Krisz with some confusion. "I don't get it. Why be a ghost?"
It wasn't the business end of things Locke didn't understand. It was the lack of a physical body.
Krisz chuckled as he shook his hand. The kid finally had the solied evidence he needed, in the form of a handshake.
"Well, as I said, it's good for business. Also gives me a job off the record. Ghosts don't need green cards. Or a visa." he grinned "And I'm officially dead. Been pronounced dead the first time I dissolved into thin air. So, yes. For all intends and purposes, I am a ghost. But, at the same time, I am real."
That was a very neat little explanation. Krisz was proud of it. Even better, beceause there was no one else around to hear it... and if any of the customers happened to walk in and start missing the ghost, he could always just disappear again in an instant...
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 14, 2011 13:51:48 GMT -6
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"So you'd rather spend your days pretending to be a spook when you could actually be out there?" Locke asked. He was often holed up in his room, or off practicing with his powers, but to spend your days as a ghost? Locke couldn't sleep in total darkness for fear he'd stop existing, that the darkness would swallow him whole. How could Krisz stand not having a body? He wasn't going to let Krisz complain about being in a wheelchair. After all Locke had his own disability that, with his hair cut, was quite visible.
"You aren't a ghost," Locke insisted. Ghosts were people who died, people that could never come back. There wasn't really an undead creature that Krisz could be classified as. Zombies were corpses, mummies as well. "What you are is a faker."
>>"So you'd rather spend your days pretending to be a spook when you could actually be out there? You aren't a ghost. What you are is a faker."
"What I am" Krisz said with great dignity "Is a mutant. I turn into pure sound, how awesome is that, hm? And I like being a ghost, thank you very much. It's fun. And mysterious. Americans should understand that. We are not the ones with the crazy zombie holiday every year."
Krisz generally liked the idea of Halloween, though. Naturally. He was a ghost.
"Besides, I couldn't really be 'out there'. I don't exist."