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.
"Heroes just get people killed… usually themselves. What we need are leaders. But anyway… do what you can. I’ll do my best to give you some warning."
“That’s one way to think of them.” Sara was definitely no hero. It was true she’d take a bullet for someone, but she knew she could heal from it. She could bounce right back just like the cats in the Looney Toons.
"And thanks for listening."
Sara took the offered hand for a moment, hoping no one had seen. “Listening isn’t a problem.” It was what would follow she didn’t like. Things would either go her way or not and she didn’t want to have to deal with adding more names to Shya’s list.
Another bus pulled up, this time filled with the boys. Ted was taller than all of them, so when they all got off he got a good look at the area. And the crowd surrounding them. He could make out what people were shouting, and it seemed that most of them were anti-mutant. Great.
Due to the large amount of time spent at the camps, Ted's hair had grown longer, and was now a fair amount past his shoulders. This made him look especially animalistic, which when combined with his height got him quite a bit of attention from the crowd. Someone threw a drinks can at him, but when he snarled in that direction, a good few of the crowd backed away. He decided that as far as the crowd was concerned, he was nothing better than an animal, so he'd give them an animal. A guard behind him hit a button, and Ted was suddenly brought to his knees by the shocks. Unfortunately, through much painful experimentation, his collar had been configured to shock him just enough that he didn't transform. But then again, transforming wasn't something that would be especially helpful.
Ted got back to his feet as the shocks wore off, and looked at what they were meant to be doing. It appeared that they were rebuilding something, so Ted grabbed a bag of sand, presumably to be mixed into cement, and hauled it over his shoulder. He was glad to finally use his strength to its fullest, as other mutants needed two of them for each bag. He thumped it down next to whre the others were being taken, and spotted Sara. It wasn't like she was easy to miss. He saw shewas talking to a guard, but he had no idea how friendly or otherwise the conversation was. For all he knew, they could be planning an escape, or issuing death-threats. Either way, he continued hauling bags, with the pleasant background music of an abusive crowd.
But then he saw something he hadn't seen in far too long; Natalie!
Natalie was keeping herself busy, whilst keeping out of the way. She didn't want the whole crowd knowing how easy she was to hurt, so she made sure not to annoy any of the guards. She then spotted someone that she didn't recognise at first; Ted! She made her way through the crowd over to him, and when no guards were looking, she burst into a run and hugged him. "Ted!" She quickly let go in case any of the guards noticed, and blushed slightly. "I've learnt something new; I can heal people! I've been keeping the girls going, and Gwen has been letting heal any serious cases. But we think the Stalkers are catching on, since they through me in isolation, but who cares, I got through that." Natalie then notced one of the guards watching her, and the two of them quickly made themselves look busy.
ted laughed; "that's so cool!" it then occured to him; he couldn't remember the last time he had laughed. The idea of laughing had all but left him in the hell that is the camps; being outside again, and being with Natalie, it was almost like they had escaped it all. But the guard staring at him, with his finger hovering pointedly near the shock button, told him otherwise. he sighed, and returned to working.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Feb 9, 2008 20:32:01 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
Iris stood on the edge of the anti-mutant protesters, made up of many members from the Church of Humanity. She tried to hide in her baggy winter clothes, her now-black hair concealed under a hood, but several of the group recognized her nonetheless.
"Isn't it disgusting? Why would they let those monsters rebuild our city?" One woman sneered. Another nodded.
"I don't know, but you would catch me dead living in that place once its back up."
"Think we can get the Rev to ban it? Or at least mark it?"
"I don't know, Nell," a man spoke up next to the three women. "I find it kind of satisfying to see them building something, rather than destroy it. You know it must be driving the freaks crazy to do something that doesn't involve destruction."
Iris grimaced visibly, allowing her companions to think she shared their distaste. In actuality, she still couldn't believe people could be so narrow-minded.
"Hrmpf. The Rev should've pushed for extermination from the beginning," Nell pouted.
"Don't worry, sis. It'll get there. The Camps are just fronts, remember. They'll be around until the next election. Once Hawkethorn gets in, he'll be able to push for extermination, no problem."
"Humane Euthanasia, Duane."
"Same thing."
Iris frowned further. Euthanasia was for animals suffering from terminal pain and grief. It was supposed to be a humane act, not another name for mass execution. That was called 'genocide'.
Her gaze wandered over the mutants working on the buildings. One of the men looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't put a name with the face. Of course, it was possible that was because they were all so thin.... She hadn't realized the extent of the awful treatment. Seeing up close and personal disturbed her badly. Maybe she was making the wrong decision to walk away from this battle....
"Katie? Katie!"
Iris blinked and turned. "What?" Duane shook his head and laughed.
"I asked if you're aim is good?"
"Not really. Why?"
He nodded toward the pro-mutant protesters, standing between them and the Camp workers, and help up a rotten avacado. "Five bucks says you can't hit that poster. The one that says 'Mutants have rights'. Huh.... as if. Dogs have rights."
She resisted the urge to shove the fruit in his face. Instead she took her frustration out on someone else. Spying a guard speaking to a feline-featured mutant, Iris eyed the distance. If she aimed it right, she could claim she'd simply missed. No one had reason to doubt her.
Grinning, she took the rotten fruit, and aimed carefully, intentionally off. Nell squeaked like a mouse as the green mush just missed the board, and made a beeline for the side of the guard's face.
It seemed Sara’s business with Doug was over. So she pulled away from the contact. Over her shoulder she recognized two other mutants. Well one was more of a dejavu feeling. Hadn’t she had a dream a while back where there was someone just as tall who looked similar? Didn’t he have a giant puppy dog for a pet too? Pups?
Then there was Natalie. Sara wondered how that girl was holding up. Choosing to act like she hd just been told off for something she dropped her head and turned to step around her wheel barrel just as something green, soft, and slimy hit her on the nose. She’d stepped right into it. If her head wasn’t down, or if she had actually been paying attention to the crowd, she would have dodged with no problem. But it was too late now. The ill smelling thing went splat on her face and ran in her nose … … .. Her very, VERY sensitive NOSE!
She brought one sleeve up to smear the crud away from her face. Instead smashing the sticky stuff more in her fur. Then flicking her hands to rid herself what she had managed to remove from her face. The same stuff threatened to coat the back of her hand too. Somewhere along the line she heard people laughing. Some Booed and hollered about Sara’s dignity.
Sara’s face raised enough to shoot a if looks could kill glare at the spectator. The one showing off their throwing arm in particular. Sara made an obscene hand/claw gesture just before one of the guards gave her a warning shock.
Sara moved her wheal barrel off to the side, dumping her load of sand bags, then proceeded to try and clean the fur around her face.
That did not smell pleasent... looking up, Ted saw that Sara had just been hit in the face with something that looks almost as bad as it smells. He moved over toward her; "Are you ok?" He was sure he had spotted her in the camps a couple times, but couldn't drum up a name. Ted spoke quietly enough that the crowd still wouldn't know that he could speak; he was still letting them think him an animal. It was just plain easier. To proove the point, he snarled viciously at the 'audience', and hthen got shocked for it. A guard sneered at him; "You get back to work. You lot are nothing better than animals." He moved off to terrorize some more mutants, muttering something about zookeeping.Ted picked up an empty sack and held it out to her, "Here, clean yourself off."
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Feb 10, 2008 23:21:44 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
"Oooo.... bad aim!" Duane taunted as Iris's shot seemed to miss its target board. Then he laughed as it hit the mutant girl instead, as did the others in their group, and some of the other anti-mutant protesters. Iris hid a grimace with her hand over her mouth.
>Bad timing....< she groaned silently. She didn't blame the girl at all for flipping her off. For a brief moment Iris considered trying to pull the goo off of the girl. But she quickly discarded the idea. Although rotten, the avacado was solid enough that Iris wouldn't be able to manipulate it without extreme concentration, something she couldn't do in this crowd.
The man that looked vaguely familiar went to the girl's aid, and received a shock in the process. The pro-mutant group began booing loudly, shouting about rights and slave labor and unnecessary force. The anti-mutant group responded with their own taunts and opinions, and the noise level grew steadily.
Iris rolled her eyes. >Great. Now you've started a riot.<
She attempted to move aside, back to the edge of the crowds, and out of the escalating shouting match. Instead she stared at the man, trying to figure out why she felt she knew him.
If it wasn’t for the fur, Sara’s cheeks would have turned bright red. Though the coloration around her nose did darken. She could also feel the burning sensation behind her face.
"Are you ok?"
Her amber eyes flicked up as she was approached by one of the other mutants. Wasn’t often she had to look that far up. She suddenly noted how tall he was. Then took note of the growls he made at the crowd. That explained the animal smell around him. “I’m fine.” She said quietly. Other then suffering from the bad smell, there was nothing physically wrong with Sara.
The crowd had grown in the noise they were making, causing Sara to pin her ears close to the back of her head. The attempt to muffle the sound wasn’t all that successful but it was better then nothing. Nodding she accepted the empty sack to clean her face, She shook it twice then rubbed it across her nose. “Thank you.”
She glanced around at the crowd. Seemed tensions had escalated quite a bit. “How long do you think this will last?”
For a brief terrifying moment Sonya is afraid she’s going to accidentally shift forms right there in public. Sara’s psyche is suffused with a primal and non-negotiable refusal to be caged unlike anything she’s ever before experienced. Intelligent, yes, but… uncooperative.
Fortunately for Sonya’s continued imposture, she was prepared for it. After all, it wasn’t that long ago she wasn’t able to keep a template latent at all, and she doesn’t take the ability for granted, and after a brief period of private mental struggle she manages to force Sara’s template into a latent state. Still, it doesn’t feel entirely safe or stable, and Sonya makes a mental note to let this template fade as soon as possible.
During all this internal struggle, Sonya is mostly unaware of the activity of the crowd and the male inmates. She becomes slightly more aware of it when the crowd activity, in the form of an over-ripe avocado, collides with Sara’s face… which in turn triggers another silent battle, as the fragment of Sara in her head demands vengeance.
Sonya/Doug remains still and self-absorbed while a new inmate – something-or-other Thorn, strong and fast and a shifter, a little like Kaz, if she remembers her inspection of the Registration DB correctly – comes to Sara’s assistance and both are shocked into submission. When she finally regains enough self-control to do so, she walks quickly away from both of them before they give Sara-in-her-head some new provocation.
Meanwhile, the two civilian groups have gotten louder and more active, which is very much not a good thing, but fortunately gives the Doug part of her mind something to concentrate on. "All right, break it up before I have to start arresting people!" she roars at the crowd.
She mostly addresses Dougself to the pro-mutant crowd to avoid further inflaming their more volatile opponents, but makes a point of glaring pointedly at the woman Sara had given the finger to, who she assumes was the initial avocado-flinging troublemaker, and communicating a non-verbal I’m keeping my eye on you as best as she can.
Posted by gorgan01 on Feb 12, 2008 16:43:05 GMT -6
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The crowd noise grew, and Ted wondered if there was going to be a fight. That would be interesting. But the guards didn't seem to share his opinion, as one of them bauled at the crowd to keep the noise down. Ted was rather unimpressed that it was directed at the pro-mutants, since it was an anti-mutant that had started it all off with the damn fruit. He shrugged to Sara, "Who can say. I think it'll probably be best if we just keep our heads down and get on with building."
Sara finished cleaning her face by blowing her nose clean in the burlap sack, Ted had handed her, in the most lady like way possible. Well there really is no lady like way of doing that but at least most of the smell in her nostrils had been blown away. She then dropped the empty, now smelly, sack on a pile where Ted had gotten it. “Probably the smartest idea for now, but I’m getting tired of continuously following that plan.” Sara began unloading her wheel barrel, lifting each sack by her self and letting them flow down in a near pile.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Feb 12, 2008 22:41:18 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
<"Well, at least they're too occupied to notice me anymore,"> Iris thought to herself. She stepped further aside as Duane and Nell joined their voices to the shouting match.
She looked back at the lion-looking girl and the one helping her. Sadness took over her features as she watched. She cringed a bit inwardly; if the girl had senses to go with her features, that mess couldn't smell very nice at all.
<"Great. More guilt. Pile it on....">
Then vengeful side of her actually considered switching over to the clear gem, and just letting herself run out of control. Maybe she could knock some sense into a few heads before her own were knocked out.
<"And possibly get yourself killed. Yes, wonderful idea, that is.... Idiot.">
She inhaled deeply, and let it out in slow frustration.
She felt eyes on her, and shifted her gaze. The mutants' guard was glaring at her. Her eyes narrowed as she held the look, and she sneered at him slightly.
<"Yeah, glare all you want, jerk," she fumed silently. "You should be thanking her right now. But I don't see you taking her place in those cuffs."
Iris glanced sideways for a brief moment, to check the pulse of the crowds. They were sufficiently distracted. She turned her gaze back to the guard, and crossed her arms.
Behind the guard, a small nob of ice formed up, just behind his boot, in perfect tripping position. It was small, no larger than a golf ball, and could have easily formed on its own. Only those noticeable souls would realize that it hadn't been there several moments ago.
And with her hair dyed, and her eyes hidden behind contacts, the only thing to link Iris to the ice was the smug smirk planted on her lips as she continued the staring contest with the guard.
Sonya/Doug keeps her eyes locked on Iris’ in what has somehow become an impromptu staring contest. At first, it had seemed like the woman was feeling guilty over having added insult to Sara’s pre-existing injury, but after a moment that disappears, leaving only a smug, stubborn expression, and Sonya assumes she’d mis-read it.
Sonya still has trouble understanding people like her. OK, sure, mutants are scary – she gets that. Her own initial reaction to Sara hadn’t been especially polite, either. But to add degradation like that to a helpless prisoner, for no reason, and then to not even have the good grace to be embarrassed by it… she doesn’t get that. What did Sara ever do to you? Don’t you have real enemies you can harass?
Of course, there’s really not much she can do about it, other than keep her eyes on the potential troublemaker, which she does.
After a few minutes of this she decides it’s time to go back to patrolling the mutants, so she turns away… and trips over something on the ground and falls over flat on her butt.
Great. I’m sure that made a very dramatic impression, she thinks, getting back up to her feet.
Posted by gorgan01 on Feb 13, 2008 15:13:30 GMT -6
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Natalie had to restrain a laugh as a guard tripped over... some ice? That wasn't there before. But all the mutants had their bracelets on. Maybe there was someone in the crowd, out to help them? Maybe free them? Oh, shut up. You know that's not going to happen. She sighed, and went back to work.
Ted noticedone of the guards trip over, but ignored it. He was impressed at Sara's strength, and assumed that she had enhanced strength like him. He heaved sacks into the increasing pile, and wondered that they were going to do with it all.
The sudden movement of Dougs fall caught Sara’s attention. If it were any other guard, she would have laughed. She would have loved that seen. Well ok she did still crack a small smirk, but that was beside the point.
She shifted, turning so that her attention was devoted fully on the work at hand. The sand bags one by one weren’t the hard part. Especially when she used the wheel barrel to carry groups of them to the next place. Had she not of grabbed the tool, then she would have needed a partner like the others. Sara worked alone.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Feb 19, 2008 2:50:44 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
Iris used the distraction of the guard's fall to slip out of the crowd and away. She moved away through the alleys, coming out on the opposite side of the building then she had been. She watched the catwoman work, and the guilty frown returned to her face. Assumed the Stalkers to still be around, probably cloaked, Iris couldn't risk using the ice to convey any tools or food, or anything else useful to the mutants.
But she could convey a message. Hopefully it would work.
The ice near the catwoman crept forward. When the wheelbarrow came near, it flowed up the wheel, freezing it in place. Hoping that the woman would lean forward to see what was going on, Iris formed the ice into a brief message.
I'm sorry. I was aiming for the guard, not you.
After a moment the ice melded again.
Don't give up yet. We're trying to help. I promise.
Then the ice went flat and lifeless, leaving no hint as to what had been done. Iris slipped back into the shadows, deactivating the gem as she pulled back.