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.
"We?" Eris' disgust with this man deepened considerably. He was obviously in league with the so-called camp Nazis, at least in her mind that's what she was already calling them. But then again, he had helped her, so he couldn't be that bad, actually, he probably had just let his involvement casually slip, and was truly sympathetic to the mutant cause. Either way, the word made Eris pretty mad deep down inside, and the rage she hadn't felt in a while started to creep back to her mind. Control yourself...
She did.
Another sip of the coffee and she had completely calmed herself back down in her mind. He psyche was now at a point where she could handle it. Always a good thing, especially in stressful times like these, when there were always things to get mad about if you were a mutant.
Time to finish the conversation, Katran felt like this guy had helped her as much as he could... he was only human after all. "Well then Mister Rupert, if was nice of you to help me out... I'll be sure to try and keep away from those camps, if I can help it. I appreciate your putting me in touch with those people." She stood and walked halfway towards the door.
She stopped and turned around, "Oh, and don't worry about the coffee, it's paid for. If you want to talk some other time, here's my number..." She pulled out a piece of paper and scrawled her number, rolled it into a ball and tossed it his way.
"Thanks again!" She waived with a grmiace on her face, spun on her heels, and walked out the door.
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Several blocks later she came to a halt and slipped into an alley. She needed time to collect her thoughts before the meeting tomorrow, and there was only one place she knew she could be truly safe and alone.
She would head home after all these months....
OOC: Sorry if the conversation end seems a little abrupt, Eris was truly unhappy about the camps and Rupert's obvious affiliation. I figured it was a fitting time for her to get mad and walk out.
Posted by danleroi22 on Mar 24, 2008 17:56:10 GMT -6
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The mansion had been destroyed, utterly wrecked. Glare couldn't put the image out of his mind. In the days following his visit, his mental capacity had been drained by that single picture, the wrecked school. How could this happen? How could the X-Men be overpowered by the government like this? Ezekiel White had no idea...
But this certainly proved one fact irevocably. The government was really, really powerful. To take down the Mansion (and rumor had it, the Sanctuary too), the government had to have a pretty mighty hand, which they didn't tilt too often.
But really, all Zeke cared about was finding Evie... the only person in the world who he could truly care for at the moment. Everyone else was secondary, everything else was momentary. Severity was primary and eternal. At least in the mind of Ezekiel White.
He walked slowly down the road looking for somewhere to pass a few hours aimlessly. This was a rough city these days for mutants, even those who had the bracelet legitimately, so Zeke was looking for somewhere out of the way. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a coffee shop, tucked away deep inside a plaza, in the far corner. Perfect.
He walked that way casually, glancing off to the sides every few steps. The events of the past few months had shaken him, and his caution had increased even more. it was becoming his defining feature, and he knew it, and he couldn't help it. Zeke was simply a cautious guy.
He stepped into the shop and heard the customary bell ring on the door. Annyoing. After Evie had disapeared it had been hard to get the sounds out of his mind. The sounds of the leaves ruffling as she lifted them around him, and he stared into her striking yellow eyes. He couldn't purge that sound from his thoughts, it haunted him. Even to the point where he allowed the annoying bell to translate into the ruffling leaves.
The counter was reached in three strides, and he looked to the girl behind the counter. She had a green apron on, with a nametag just to the right of center, 'Carly'. She wore her blonde hair up in a cute bun and spoke in a soft accent, "Welcome to the Java Express, what will it be?" She inquired.
Dang. That voice sounded like Evie. In fact, everything about this girl except her eye color reminded him of her.
He turned his head to look around the shop, and confirmed he was one of two clients in the joint. A good start. He didn't like crowded places these days. "Hi....." he looked up at the menu, trying desperately to order a coffee, and not stare at the girl who looked like his missing fiancee. A quick scan, which produced no results, and he decided to just go with the flow. "I'll take a regular coffee... with plenty of caffeine."
She smiled back, "One dollars and sixty-five cents..." he handed her the money. "All right," She rung it up in the register. "that'll be comin' up in about two minutes."
He stepped to the side of the counter and turned to look back toward the door while he waited.
Kitra had yet again got out of the labs, still followed of course. But hey, she was out of the labs. She was aimlessly walking around in her favorite green trench-coat accompined by black leather boots. Normally she wasn't one for coffee but there was a neat little place called Java Express.
'Maybe they might have hot cocoa. Mhm, that would be nice.' She strode up to the little place and went inside, rolling her eyes at the dinging as she walked through. She moved slightly to the side as one of the two customers went for the door. Abruptly she was shoved to the side as the guy stormed out. She let out a small "Eeep!!" As she lost her balance and took a nose dive for the floor.
Posted by danleroi22 on Mar 25, 2008 10:46:44 GMT -6
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Zeke was just staring out the glass windows bordering the coffee shop and the sidewalk leading down the plaza, when the man to his right up and headed out the door. At that moment a young girl was walking in, and somehow the two colided. The rough man let the girl fall, and she was headed for the floor.
Zeke reacted with the great reflexes his use of his power had granted him over the years. Leaping forward, he caught her in midair and stood her up. Their gaze met as he lifted her back to her feet, and something in those eyes reminded him of Evie.
Evie... please get out of my head.
"Sir, your coffee is ready." Zeke spun around with a word and grabbed up his coffee. The rich aroma of the beverage bit his nose and suddenly reminded him of her. Her distict smell, the smell of rich flowers in the spring. It seemed everything Ezekiel White did or experienced these days reminded him of her. That's what happens when someone is so love... or was.
Turning back around her smiled at the girl with the long red hair. "Some men are so stupid, sorry about that... that guy was pretty rude, so I apoligize as one of the same gender." Zeke smiled politely and tipped an imaginary hat in her direction. He picked up his coffee and sipped it... Wow that's hot. Then again, the coffee here was known for it's temperature.
He stepped forward, "I haven't seen you 'round here before." Could I trust anyone enough for a normal conversation?? He decided to try. "Name's Zeke." He stuck out his hand and tried to act cordial.
All the while, memories of Evie continued to flood.
OOC: I love your intro... the trip and fall like a damsel in distress idea is priceless, and a fantastic and natural way for our two characters to meet. *thumbs up*
Kitra was caught by an another guy. Their eyes meet and she blushed slightly, 'He's kinda cute.'He apologized for the other guy's actions. She smiled, "Thank you Zeke." She shook his hand still smiling, "Name's Kit. And nah, I'm from New York, just not from the city. Trying to make my way around as an artist." She grinned, "Let me get some hot cocoa, then we could sit down and talk if you'd like?"
'He seems like a nice guy. But he reminds me of Zelek.' A fleeting expression of unhappiness ran across her face then disappeared. 'It won't hurt to talk. Plus, he did save me from a nose dive.' She went up to the counter and ordered a hot cocoa. She went back to Zeke and smiled waiting for his response on what he'd like to do.
Posted by danleroi22 on Mar 25, 2008 15:38:01 GMT -6
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Zeke smiled at the girl as she spoke of her New York ties. Another New Yorker, they seemed to be everywhere these days. Then again, that has to be natural in New York City. Hmm. He nodded and waited while the girl ordered some hot chocolate and then the two went over and sat in a nearby booth. Zeke usually wasn't one for talking, but today he would free up. Just as long as they didn't touch on the fact that he was a mutant... at least not until he felt he could trust her.
With Ezekiel White that could take quite a long time. After Evie going dark, he felt like he couldn't trust anybody. There was Nyle... but he had no idea where Eldwyn even was...
Zeke looked up and noticed an unhappy glance in her eyes, he was decent at reading people and wondered what this could mean. Was there something about him that reminded her of a past she'd rather forget... kind of like his past with Evie? It was certainly possible. The look had been quick though, barely long enough for him to even catch it.
An artist... hmmm... met these types before. Is she one of those stuck up types? Or the laid back easy going artists? Zeke couldn't tell for sure. She seemed nice enough, and he guessed it had to be the former, but that was just a hunch. She was doing an awful lot of smiling after all.
He spoke first as they took their seats, breaking the ice, "Well Kit, it's nice to meet you." He took ina breath and wondered what to say next. Casual. "So, you're an artist huh? What kind of art do you draw, and for what purpose?"
Posted by Cheshire on Mar 25, 2008 18:23:30 GMT -6
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((ooc: For the record, you can ignore Rup. If something happens that would interest him, I'll post. Otherwise... just assume he's sullenly sipping his coffee and sneezing periodically while forcefully ignoring you both. I shall write up an exit post for him when I get some time. Sorry for any inconvenience!))
Kitra smiled yet again, "I draw because I like drawing. Profit or no." She shrugged, "I draw what inspires me and if it sells, it doesn't matter." She looked at Zeke, being reminded of Zelek, simply through his manner, how he held himself. She blinked, realizing what she was doing. She quickly took a small sip of hot cocoa. "So, what are you doing in New York Zeke? What's your profession?"
Posted by danleroi22 on Mar 26, 2008 18:59:37 GMT -6
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Interesting... someone who drew simply because they enjoyed it, not seeking money or looking for favors. This girl was a rare find when it came to artists, at least in Zeke's experience. He wondered if this girl was anything like Beth used to be... talented but quiet about it.
"That's great about your drawings..." He sputtered off with some undistiguishable words, which he didn't even understand himself. His attention was drawn away by her eyes... the blinking eyes which held his stare unswervingly. Very much like Evie... a little too much like her. Then again, in this shop everything was reminding him of her. He pushed the idea aside.
He chuckled when she asked him what he was doing. He had guessed what she would ask next correctly, and he laughed at that fact. Quite a natural question. He took the time the laugh covered to think up an answer, giving some of the truth, but not all of it. "Well, I'm a teacher, and I'm currently out of a job. What with all the strange happenings in this town I was kind of shaken out of my position." He looked down quickly, then back up. "I'm not really looking for a job though, my pay last time was good and I have enough to live on for the time being... I'm waiting for a good oppurtunity to present itself to me."
Suddenly he was compelled to ask her more about her drawing, perhaps to see a sample of it? He was definitely into art whenever he had the spare time, and he was bored enough to ask her to draw something, "So Kit, I bet your pretty good. Show me some of your work." He slid a napkin and a pen onto her side of the table and stared her down with a smile. Hoping to win out with the magnetism of his sometimes convincing personality.
OOC: Sorry my laptop crashed. I'll get posts up when I can. Should have my laptop back in a week or so.
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Kitra smiled, "I can do one better." She reached down into a lower pocket of her trench-coat and pulled out a small sketchbook. [There's a huge varity of sketchs, they're all decent quality. Go ahead and make a few up if you'd like. Also, there is a picture of Zelek in there as well. Every sketchbook she has has one of him in it] She handed it to Zeke, "I'm not the best but I do like sketching. Take a look and tell me what you like."
Posted by danleroi22 on Mar 31, 2008 18:17:45 GMT -6
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She pulled out the sketch book and Zeke's eyes lit up. After a couple months of fear, loss, dispair, he was finally going to get to see some art. It was a fantastic distraction, an amazing cover for his pain. He jumped at the idea and quickly opened the cover to her pad.
The first one he came to was the picture of an hawk, with deep set eyes and a suprisingly striking face. It seemed to breath confidence into the air, and that confidence seeped deep into Glare's brain-stream. Being with this girl was like Evie all over again... almost. The hawk stared back at Zeke with crazy resolution, speaking volumes without saying a word. This girl was a drawing master. "Wow... look at this one."
The next was a man leaning up against a wall with one leg up, in a comfortable and relaxed position. He was a good looking guy with straight teeth and a good sense of humor, at least that's what Zeke read into him, and Zeke felt like he would get along with this man very well. He pointed to the picture, "Who's this?"
The third picture he flipped to was a beautiful gem, sparkling and yellow, with a little red mixed in for continuity. Zeke thought he had never seen anything so amazing on paper, "This is incredible. So beautiful." Zeke looked up and stared into Kitra's eyes with gentleness. Wow... she and Evie would go together like peas in a pod. "I love your art Kit, they're beautiful... each of them..." He flipped a few pages, without looking down at the book. Instead, he kept focused on her, "...just like you in fact."
OOC: Is Zelek an NPC or was/is he a played character in MRO?
Kitra smiled thoughfully as Zeke went made comments about her sketches. Her face fell slightly as he commented on Zelek and then went bright red at his next comment. 'He thinks I'm beautiful?! Oh my, geez I bet my face is cherry red right now.' She let out a small titter and spoke, "Thank you Zeke. As to the sketch, He was my boyfriend. He was killed by the stalkers though." Her eyes went watery and she blinked. 'I will not cry, I won't cry. That would be....embarrasing.' Kitra sniffed and smiled, "Sorry, still a sore subject for me." She looked up quickly, "I really did mean it when I said thank you for calling me beautiful." She looked down, suddenly shy and not sure what to do. 'I still love Zelek, I'm so confused. And I don't flirt very well. At least not to my knowledge....Gah!! Stop it woman! Just calm down and act naturally. Wait....what's natural again. Oh dear I think I'm in trouble.'
Posted by danleroi22 on Mar 31, 2008 19:13:57 GMT -6
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Zeke was losing his head and his heart in the same moment. To allow himself to feel anything romantically with anyone besides Evie right now seemed strange, and maybe wrong. But he didn't know and didn't care. He felt a strange tinge of interest in this girl, something he hadn't experienced since Evie went dark. Was it wrong to allow this feeling to persist? He did anyway...
When he saw her talk about her boyfriend, he felt very sorry he had even brough it up. His face saddened instantly and his heart dropped for her. It was true sympathy, and his face showed it. "Kit, I am so sorry... I don't know what to say."
As she changed the subject, he went with it, staying on the course that she was a beautiful girl. "You're welcome... and I really did mean it when I said it." He sighed deep and wondered how much he should tell her. Maybe he should make her life easier and get up and walk away now... he felt like all he had ever done to people was cause heartache. But he couldn't, he had to stay here and talk with her.
"Can I tell you something?" He shifted his head and looked back questioningly, then continued, "A couple months ago my fiancee was kidnapped, then when I rescued her she disappeared. I haven't heard from her since. It's hard, not knowing if she's dead or not." A tear came to his eye, as his heart poured out. "So I guess you and I are the same... in that regard." He couldn't get away from how similiar their stories were.
He decided to let his words run from his thought, "And you know what... you remind me of her so much." He smiled with tears coming down like rain.
Kitra looked up, somewhat startled. 'He's like me?! Well sort of anyway. This is so odd. He reminds me of Zelek and I remind him of his girlfriend er ex girlfriend maybe. Oh dear, this is confusing. I still love Zelek even though he's gone.' She stared at Zeke, who was crying freely. She sniffed as tears rolled down her cheeks as well. She held out a napkin to him and spoke softly, "You'll find her I'm sure. If she loves you she'll come back." She whiped her tears and blew her nose. "I'm sorry I remind you of her though, it must be heartbreaking. You remind me very much of Zelek." She quickly took a sip of her hot chocolate, feeling miserably confused.
Posted by danleroi22 on Mar 31, 2008 19:46:08 GMT -6
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Zeke was getting really confused now. By himself. His emotions were running fairly high as he thought of Evie and what she meant to him. It was a dire straight to be in, not knowing whether the woman you love is dead or alive. It was where he found himself, and for the first time in weeks the realization of the truth had hit him like a ton of bricks. She was gone, and he didn't know where to. That wasn't the confusing part about this whole thing though. The confusing part was that he was crying with a girl he barely even knew across the table.
He took the napkin and wiped his eyes, then set it back down on the table. Composing himself, he looked down and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," he choked out, "this must be very awkward. I haven't lost it like this in a long time." He chuckled and whimpered at the same time, then pulled himself together, breathing deeply, and finally calming himself.
He devoted a second to taking a sip from his coffee and trying as hard as he could not to focus on his memories of Evie. Then he looked up and spoke, "Thank you Kit, encouragement means a lot to me. I'm sure she'll come back if..." He couldn't finish the sentence, it would drive him back to tears in his present state. Normally, he wouldn't be this emotional, more scared than anything. Then again, it had been a weird day. "It's not your fault, about the reminding, don't give it another thought."
He pushed his mind onward, desperately seeking a way to change the subject. "So," he said in a deep long drawn out breath, "isn't it strange how the government is treating mutants these days." While he didn't want to draw attention to himself, a huge news headline from the New York Times, which was sitting in racks near the counter, had brought it to his mind, and he couldn't think of anything to talk about.