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.
Sonya chuckles at Kyle's mention of Rueben sandwiches, and the reminder of the first time she met him. Wow, must've made quite an impression!
"Oh, come on... they're a local deli staple! I'm guessing you're not a native, then... where are you from originally?" As she talks, she walks towards the previously indicated Italian place.
Posted by wittyjack on Jan 7, 2008 23:55:10 GMT -6
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"They're digustingly shocking!" Kyle protested. He had definitely decided that he hated Ruebens. Although... the mention of the sandwich called back the thought of the man who had introduced him to them. He wondered what Mr. Coper Man was up to these days. Perhaps listening to some good music. Kyle smiled at the thought.
"Actually, originally, or as originally as I... remember... I'm from Westchester." Kyle said with a grin, "Suprising isn't it." He shrugged and added, "Buuuut... I'd been out of state for a long while. Haven't been back in New York for all that long actually. How 'bout you?" He kept pace at her side and seemed to be truly interested in the conversation.
He should probably take the time to figure out if this girl was a mutant or not. He was guessing she was, because it seemed a lot more likely for a mutant to support mutant rights than a non-mutant. Well, it wouldn't take long to find out and he could do it without breaking the rhythm of his stride.
Kyle called up his power and slipped into her mind, looking to snag that bit of information that was always so easy to locate. But something wasn't right. There was an answer there, but there was more than one location he was looking for. A lot more than one. The inner working or Teresa's brain spun in scrambled dizzying multiples. What was happening to him. His vision was blurring. Kyle tried to find his way through her brain, but there was too much there for him to sort out. He couldn't see. There was just a fuzzy black now. And he was falling.
Kyle landed on his back with a limp thud, his head knocking carelessly against the sidewalk.
> "Actually, originally, or as originally as I... remember... I'm from > Westchester. Suprising isn't it? Buuuut... I'd been out of state for > a long while. Haven't been back in New York for all that long actually. > How 'bout you?"
"Originally from Jersey," Sonya hears herself answer, and is briefly disconcerted by her own sincerity. Especially since it's not true... she'd been born and raised in the Bronx, not that she was planning to mention the fact. But it feels true, somehow... she can almost remember her life in the suburbs before moving to Manhattan. Teresa-thoughts, again. It's been happening a lot lately, and she's growing strangely accustomed to it.
She's about to add some comment about the city being her stomping grounds when she was younger, when the conversation is abruptly interrupted by Kyle collapsing to the ground. "Hey!" She just manages to avoid saying something stupid like "Are you OK?" before kneeling down next to him.
He doesn't seem injured, exactly... and his breathing seems OK. It seemed more like he'd suffered some kind of seizure. Epileptic, maybe? She hadn't gotten the impression of any kind of disease when she'd touched him, but she doesn't really know what epilepsy would feel like... for that matter, she doesn't even know if it's a genetic condition to begin with. I probably ought to research that sort of thing, she notes in the back of her mind.
She checks under his collar, then his wrists, for any kind of emergency information. I should probably check his wallet, she thinks, but she hesitates, not wanting to be mistaken for a thief.
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Kyle came to at a pathetically slow rate. His brain, which naturally lost it's connection to Teresa's when he lost consciousness, slowly rebooted itself. Kyle's eyes opened, the rest of him remaining still for the moment. Ever so slowly, he sat up, "What the hell just happened to me?"
He still felt dizzy, and not quite right with himself, so he sat up for a moment longer before hesitantly standing up. He didn't want to stay on the ground any longer than need be. After all, they were outside in New York City. People were bound to stop and stare, and he didn't want them staring at him.
Sonya, unaware of Kyle's disasterous attempt at telepathy, shrugs in genuine uncertainty. "I was just about to ask you that. We were walking and talking and then you just kinda spazzed out, fell over, and hit your head on the sidewalk... it was pretty freaky, actually. Are you, like, narcoleptic or something?"
She looks him over carefully. "You still don't look too good, to be honest. You want I should call an ambulance?" She doubts Kyle will take him up on the offer, since mutants and hospitals don't really mix well these days. On the other hand, this might be a good opening to introduce him to the Resistance... they've got to have medical facilities there, right?
Posted by wittyjack on Jan 10, 2008 12:35:01 GMT -6
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"No." Kyle answers, "I'm not. This has never happened before." He moved over to lean against the side of a building, resting his head gingerly against the wall. Kyle took a few slow deep breaths, then looked at Teresa. He smiled apologetically, "Sorry for freaking you out. I'll be alright. And I'd rather not go to a hospital." He hadn't been to one in ages. Of course, he didn't know how long it had been since he'd gone to one. Eckman had a doctor that had patched him up a few times, when need be, but Kyle hardly thought that was worth counting. As for an actual hospital. It had been at least 5 years.
> "No I'm not. This has never happened before. > Sorry for freaking you out. I'll be alright. And > I'd rather not go to a hospital."
Sonya frowns, neither entirely convinced by his claim of being all right nor surprised by his desire to avoid hospitalization, and decides to go ahead and move things along. "Um... so, I don't want to freak you out or anything, but if you'd rather see a doctor who won't make a big deal out of it if a patient turns out to be, shall we say, genetically unusual? Well, I can put you in touch with one."
She does her best to seem harmless as she continues "No big deal either way, you know? Just offering. Anyway... are you still up for dinner?"
Posted by wittyjack on Jan 10, 2008 16:28:53 GMT -6
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Kyle smirked from his place leaning against the wall, raising an eyebrow at her, "Genetically Unusual? Now... how would a nice normal girl like you know about something like that?"
He was baiting her. Teasing her. But there was nothing hostile or threatening in it. He was just playing. Kyle knew she wasn't normal. He may not have succeeded in finding the information he wanted, but the fact that it had been such a jungle in her brain, providing that scrambled mess hadn't been his own brain malfunctioning, suggested she had to be some kind of mutant with a mutation that effected her brain. Besides, her speech in the grocery store had suggested she was a mutant.
(( OOC: just for clarity -- I have no OOC problem with Kyle's reasoning, given the data he has, but he's annoyed Sonya IC. Well, actually, he's annoyed Teresa, but even Sonya can't tell the difference at the moment, so it hardly matters. ))
> "Genetically Unusual? Now... how would a nice normal girl > like you know about something like that?"
Oh, please.
It's not that Sonya objects to Kyle discovering Teresa is a mutant, which she isn't, really! After all, it would become obvious enough if he takes her up on her offer, and he's one himself, and it's obvious from the expression on his face that he's just teasing her anyway.
Not to mention he's cute. A thought Sonya pointedly ignores.
It's just that the implication was insulting!
"Right," she shoots back, doing her best at maintaining an outraged expression in the face of Kyle's relaxed smirk. "Because only freaky mutant girls read the news, or give a damn about civil rights, right? Nice normal girls just goosestep around selling Church of Humanity memberships door-to-door. Just like straight girls never have lesbian friends and, um..." she finds herself embarassingly short of a second analogy, and having more and more trouble keeping a grin off her face, so she settles for punching him in the arm as she strides past him towards the restaurant.
"Fine. But you're buying, and I'm ordering the most expensive thing on the menu. 'Nice normal girl' my ass!"
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Kyle panicked for a moment, then recalled that he had plenty of cash in his wallet, since he had intended to raid the grocery store until something more interesting caught his attention. His hand went to his back pocket just to make sure it was still there. It was. Kyle pulled it out of his pocket and glanced inside. Yep. Cash was still there.
"Fine." Kyle said, stuffing his wallet back in his pocket, "I don't mind buying." It occurred to him that not having a legal ID, a credit card, or a checking account could eventually cause a significant problem. Not that anyone had ever noticed that his ID was fake. Eckman had made sure Kyle had paperwork that was as close to the real thing as possible. He hadn't wanted Kyle to get stopped when he was on a job and get into trouble for not having identification. That could have resulted in Eckman loosing possession of his most useful tool. Not his favorite... just his most useful.
What catches Sonya's attention isn't so much what he says, as the way he checks his wallet before saying it. It suggests he's operating on a pure cash economy, which Sonya can empathize with herself. It also seems to have blown the bantering mood they had going, which is at the same time a pity and a relief.
"Anyway," she calls over her shoulder, "like I said, I can put you in touch with a discreet doctor if you want one. That whole collapsing thing was kinda freaky... are you sure that's never happened to you before?"
Posted by wittyjack on Jan 13, 2008 11:34:59 GMT -6
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"Yeah. I'm quite sure." Kyle said, having no intention of seeking medical help, "If it had happened before, I would have remembered." He paused a moment and added pointedly, "Trust me." Kyle, with the exception of everything that happened in his life before Eckman, rarely forgot much of anything. There were times in his life he could call up and remember in perfect detail. It was a handy trait, but at the same time it was often irritating. As much as Kyle hated to admit it, some things, no matter how useful they might be, were better off forgotten.
"Don't worry about me. If it keeps happening I'll look into it." Kyle said.
> "Don't worry about me. If it keeps happening I'll look into it."
Which Sonya is almost certain is a lie, but she shrugs it off... it's his problem, after all, not hers. "OK... your call, natch." She walks in silence for a little while, not sure what to say... they seem past the idle small-talk stage of this little encounter, whatever it is, though not quite yet at the laying-cards-on-the-table stage.
Ultimately she decides not to up the ante just yet... she's enjoying the game too much. "So, what do you do for fun, Kyle? Or for a living, if you're the sort who doesn't do things for fun..."