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.
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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.
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Jupiter sat back and drank a pitcher while he waited for the youth to return. He turned the pitcher over signifying that he emptied another. not that a n empty pitcher was capable of proving itself empty or anything.
“I’m not sure if its official yet or what but its something he mentioned in passing. He doesn’t want to cut ties completely but somehow I think he is expecting us to change our ways, as if the humans are worth coexisting with. He supposed there were a few here and there that we tolerable. But the vast majority were just …what was the word? Worthless.
When the boy returned the food was heading its way. He smiled at the youth. He was shaky when he left but he was a bit more steady on the way back, he wasn’t sure how, but he was being played. Anyone else would have caught a table wit He was still going to make him work for it. he’d pace himself until closing time from here on out and then they could have a lightning round. Maybe if he couldn’t out drunk him…he could rely on the fact he had a larger bladder. Unless the kid was smuggling a elephant bladder as well as a liver under his skin. He had an odd picture in his mind of his mouth going straight to a liver and a bladder and back out again. Odd.
But then he had such good sense of taste and style it was hard to be made at him. He nodded enthusiastically. “I cannot think of a better way to end a drinking contest.”
Posted by Cheshire on Aug 16, 2012 13:14:38 GMT -6
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"I'm a coexistence fan," Calley admitted, his tone as liberal as his pouring. "I mean, what would we do without humans? Just sort of beat each other up? 'Cause that's pretty much what the Factions do, when they're not beating up on humans. Or being all fuzzy and warm with them, I guess." Depended on the Faction, and the mission. "Humans are like... like the world's filler. It's like, everyone wants a top-notch steak, right? But you've got to fill your days up with McGrease King hamburgers, or the steak isn't all that special."
Calley finished off his glass in a few gulping swallows, and pointed the empty cup at Jupiter. "Mutants are the steaks."
Just in case the guy hadn't gotten that part. Calley just... wanted to be clear.
"I mean, what would you do with them? What does not coexisting even mean?"
Jupiter raised an eyebrow, he was sure that Calley had taken a light hearted approach to humans as he could put up with the x men and their blathering save the world for the worlds sake nonsense.
“I would say would you eat both the burger and the steak off the same plate in the same meal, but for you that would be an easy yes. Most wouldn’t. I wouldn’t. but then I disagree with the premise, I’d put humans at or around spam, they aren’t made up of the same meat, if meat at all.” He started on another pitcher that has appeared somewhere along the way.
“We don’t talk about it much, but are you aware of how Abyss grew up? It might shed some light on our general disdain for the spam-ians. From infant hood to the age of twelve he lived life like any other poor New York kid, busy father, stressed out mother, a couple of troublesome little sisters. Then he started hearing voices, our voices, we were trying to figure out why we were in there, and he was trying to figure out if he had gone insane. His parents responded by doing what they thought was necessary for the safety of his younger sisters. Fine. They thought he was crazy, get him help. I get it, he gets. We all get it. but a few weeks later our fine boy Avello’s skin and eyes start turning a devilish shade of red, his teeth and ears get sharp, he grows a tail and it isn’t too long before he is looking down at his father from his new and improved massive frame. Oh, and we can’t forget the tail.” His tail waved as it picked up the pitcher to his mouth and he took a swig.
“His mother declares him the devil flings a bible at him and flees the mental hospital. Up tight lady for a woman that married a man with the last name Synn. His father proceeds to sell the boy to the mental home, who in turn sells him to a laboratory. A laboratory which experiments, tests weapons and taunts him for years, Makes him watch them do all of that to other mutants, who don’t have the strength to stand the tests. Eight years to be exact, You see, eventually he discovered the void. He didn’t hate the humans, but what they did to him, what they did to others, he had the compassion to see beyond what they did. I didn’t, I don’t and I never will. Coexist with the spam my friend and one day they will decide steak shouldn’t be on the menu and figure out how to do it.
Jupiter smiled darkly into the pitcher of liquor. “As you are a fan of coexistence I’ll spare you what my thought of not coexisting is. I’ll tell you what the other guys have decided would work best. Claim an area as mutant only, and maintain it. Govern ourselves, welcome every mutant and stay our hand until they provoked us. They would eventually decide we were too dangerous to be left alone even if we simply prospered. There is a mutant out there somewhere that shows us the future in our dreams. He shows us what it will be like if things go on the way that they are. A lot of people see these futures as something that need to be changed. But I only see improvement. I’ll kill that man if I ever find him so he can tamper with fate, no more.”
Posted by Cheshire on Sept 2, 2012 18:22:08 GMT -6
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No, Calley hadn't been aware of how Abyss had grown up. He knew that the clones hadn't always been there, and that he had a little sis by the unfortunate name of Syn—wait, was that even her real name? It really did sound fake, not to mention it was the same as their last name—
But no.
No, he hadn't known about the crazy home, and the sold by his own parents, and the... stuff. Calley tilted back his latest glass—what number it was really didn't matter anymore.
"That," the shifter finally replied, with the greatest of eloquence, "sucks."
It really kind of did.
He knew he'd had it easy—he was one of the run-away-from-home mutants, not one of the forced-away or dragged-away ones. His family didn't even hate him with any kind of zealotous passion. It was more of a... lukewarm discomfort.
"I called my dad," he said, staring down into the empty bottom of his mug. He could see the table through it—foggy, distorted, and oddly close. "Turns out he doesn't hate me. He said I should come visit some time. That we could get lunch, or something. Just not at a restaurant where anyone might recognize him, and only if I promise not to go all mutant-y in public."
His dad. Was a very honest person, actually. Calley... wasn't sure how he felt about that. The phone call had been almost a month ago, now—his sister had made him do it. Suffice it to say, neither he nor his dad had rushed to set a date for their reunion lunch.
Jupiter probably didn't know he had a sister. That some of the days he disappeared from the Sanc and the Mansion radar, he was going over to Berkley to visit her. That she was totally, completely, one-hundred-percent human. He'd never told anyone in his new life about her, because mutants were violent, terrible people, and he didn't want her ever meeting with any of them. Except maybe Katrina: he couldn't picture Katrina hurting her, and the girl had taken his lessons about keeping secrets to heart. Ghosty wouldn't hurt her, but Ghosty was terrible about keeping herself safe, never mind anyone else. Kealey was cool too, but he felt like there wasn't much she kept from Shin. Shin, he did not trust. No: if he told anyone, it would just be Katrina. Maybe. Someday.
"Humans are kind of asses," Calley said, dragging over his pitcher and re-pouring. His head was starting to feel clear again: he didn't really like the feeling. "But most of them just ignore us—it's like... like ten percent of them are asses, and ninety percent don't care. But there's a lot of them, so the ten percent is a lot of people."
Well look at that: his mug was full again. He set right to work on fixing that, like a diligent young man. When he was done, he found himself examining the bottom of the glass again.
"With mutants—there's not many of us. But it's like... we're fifty-percent asses." The Mansion was pretty okay, but the Sanctuary... That wasn't fair, though: it wasn't the whole Sanctuary, and there were some people who didn't live at either who didn't seem to ever make the NYPD's most wanted list. "Maybe more like thirty-percent asses. But I guess—we've got power, and we're all special and unique and junk, but we're still asses. If we had as many people as the humans did, we'd have... even more asses than they do. And I guess—I guess I picture a place where only mutants live, and I think to myself, 'that is going to be one crappy, assy, assy crap town.' I would not want to live there."
He tilted back his glass, letting the last drops drizzle into his mouth where they belonged; then he squinted through it at Jupiter's blurry red face.
"I have humans in my family. And I think you would kill them, if you could. I mean, not kill them because they're my family, but if a bunch of the Order got together and said 'hey, let's kill all the humans!'—you'd be one of them, right?"
Calley certainly hadn't seen Jupiter protesting about the Haywire virus. And what had that been, but a 'hey, let's kill all the humans' attempt? That was what he was getting at, with his talk about the future dreams, right?
"You wouldn't even know they were my family. You'd just... kill them. Because they were human. That's not cool."
His pitcher was empty again.
"I need more to drink," the young shifter stated, with the utmost of slurred eloquence. "Waitress? I need more to drink. Maybe two more of those? Thank you."
Jupiter nodded blearily to the waitress as she looked at him to offer another drink, He was pretty sure at this point they were counting on getting him drunk enough to pass out so he didn’t cause trouble.
He kept his mouth closed as he listened to Calley and was slightly perplexed. Not only was he possibly considering visiting with someone, that plain as day said they didn’t want to be caught with them in public, but it was his father.
“For the record I would be just as happy turning all the little humans into mutants. But death would suffice. If you pointed your family out and said they should be spared I wouldn’t mind in the least. Why you would spare a man that won’t even be seen with you in public in a place he might be recognized and even then you can’t be yourself. I can’t fathom. He passed you those genes, or he helped your mother do so. He should be proud of you. He should be supporting you. Has he even met slate? Doubt it. if more mutants are asses than humans are, ask how that came to pass and you’d see the answer quick and easy. The Humans make us that way. You say ninety percent don’t care? Try wearing the x gene on the outside of your skin every day, tell me it wouldn’t change that percentage. You think there is one human in the city that doesn’t care when they see me walking down the road?” the look on his face said there wasn’t, a calm shake of his head confirmed the look.
“Do you honestly think they wouldn’t wipe us out if they got the chance? We would all still be in shock collars or worse if we weren’t stronger than they are. Raped, beaten, killed, starved, all under an act of the government. Land of the free, Home of the brave. My ass.”
“Hell, If we could weed out the hateful ones and make some mutant human utopia, that’d be fine too. Recently, Mutant kids have been disappearing. Not one has been found and returned to the parents in the last eight months. You know how many human kids they find? Half.” He could tell Calley the real numbers if he was sober, but those numbers were far away right now….those numbers were close enough.
Jupiter’s brows furrowed as he stared at the new pitcher. “Sorry Calley, you are right. I would kill your family and have a hard time feeling bad about it.” He took a swig. “You’re right. Its not cool.” He felt bad that he wouldn’t feel bad.
He glanced at the pitcher. “I don’t know who is winning..”
Posted by Cheshire on Sept 15, 2012 16:55:16 GMT -6
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"Because he's my dad," Calley answered quietly. "It's not like it's because I'm a mutant. He's... my dad. He'd say the same thing if I'd grown up to be a goth, or a hippie. My dad is just... my dad." That's just the kind of person he was. Black eyeliner, long flowing hair, cat ears—anything that could embarrass him in front of his clients was something to be avoided. He wasn't anti-mutant; he was anti-bad-press.
Calley stared down into his cup as Jupiter continued. Camps, yeah. 'Nuff said. Though the guy was forgetting something: in New York mutants had broken out on their own, sure, but nationwide? It had been a court case that had really settled things. If it hadn't, if they'd kept pumping out those creepy Stalker bots, who knows how things would have ended up. Humans had made the law, but humans had overturned it, too.
The thing about mutant kids disappearing, though... that was news to him. He glanced up. "How many? When did it start?" He asked, his eyebrows scrunching together. It wasn't like him to be out of the loop, when it came to things like that. That's what came from paying more attention to his homework than his police connections.
Pfffft. His priorities really did look stupid, with this much liquor in him.
Speaking of. Winning? The young Italian slipped into a lop-sided grin.
"I am, of course. Send me a post card from under the table."
“I suppose that is fair. I simply assumed.” He couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the thought of Calley throwing some eyeliner on and black nail polish. It might suit him he supposed bring out those blue eyes…the hell? Crap in a handbag, he was drunk.
“Mmm, at least January. Or that is when patterns started popping up rather. So, maybe sooner. We’ve been tracking movements and lost kids with a resident, She is good at tracking.
Jupiter leaned in his char and nearly fell out of it and might have to if his tail hadn’t acted as a balance for him, pressing up from the floor. “I don’t see any post cards down here, Calley.” He whipped his head back up and grinned at him. “Oh. I see what you did there.”
A mostly goofy grin slapped on to his face and then wiped itself away as he leaned forward in all seriousness. “ Didn’t you mention a rhino ride?”
Good at tracking? "Oh," Calley nodded. "Gwendolyn, right?"
Wait, did Gwendolyn even live at the Sanctuary? Wasn't she some kind of hobo?
...Wait, who was Gwendolyn? If it was someone good at tracking, it was probably Lupe.
And why was this pitcher empty again? It was clearly defective. Maybe it had a leak. Maybe that was why Abyss was looking under the table—
>> “I don’t see any post cards down here, Calley. Oh. I see what you did there.”
Heh. Heh, heh. He saw what he did there, too.
"First man under the table pays the tab, wasn't it?" The young Italian grinned, with all due cheek. "S'okay. Winner gives the loser a rhino-back ride home."
First though, he might require some assistance in locating the door. It kept... wiggling.
“It’s all on me miss.’ Jupiter slurred to the waitress. It had been awhile since he had drank himself dizzy outsides of the confines of his room. add a twenty percent tip for yourself if you would, I’m not going to be comprehending the Maths until the morning.” Jupiter’s head veered to face Calley again. “If I knew that was how it was going to play out I would have just held the table over you like an umbrella and been done with it.”
“I don’t think I know a Gwendolyn, Her names Jocelyn. I think Abyss likes her.” he grinned. Abyss needed to like someone.
“So tell me Sinatra, what’s your secret? How man livers do you have in there? He figured if you flitered the poison enough times, or used an elephants liver or maybe caught the alcohol all in some sort of cow’s stomach….” Jupiter realized that he wasn’t really all that sure how Calley’s mutation worked or if he could even do the things he imagined he could. He just remembered a lot of cats attacking him. heh. Cats. “Calley,how does one ride a rhino?”
"If you did that," the young Italian pointed out with solemn sagacity, "I wouldn't have been under the table: the table would have been over me." So, as the Abyssi could clearly see, Calley's victory had been assured from the beginning. By logic.
"Oh, Lupe." Calley continued his steady wobble door-wards, helping himself to Jupiter's shoulder as he did so. It was... big, and steady. In a room that kept pitching and yawing, Jupiter's shoulder was pitching and yawing in just the same way as Calley. "I know her. She's my partner. We're in the NYPD, you know. But ssssh, it's a secret." They were so undercover, not even the NYPD knew they were NYPD.
The door was near; closer, father, closer, there. Jupiter was asking about another secret. Calley stood up on tip-toes to reach the guy's ear, but that wasn't quite far enough. Oh well; he'd just have to whisper louder.
"I," he said, "am immortal now. So I figured, if I can't die, then I can't die of alcohol poisoning, right? I wanted to test it with all of you, for science. But I think this was a, a what do you call it.... conclusive! A conclusive test."
As to rhino riding: "How would I know?" The shifter said, as they made it out onto the street. "I've never ridden a rhino."
Silly Jupiter.
The shifter scrunched up his face; rhino, rhino. He knew he had a rhino in here somewhere; every zoo worth its salt had them, and he'd totally copied one. He just hadn't taken it for a spin yet. Rhino, rhino... ah, there it was!
The Italian leaning on Jupiter's shoulder suddenly got a bit larger, a bit heavier, and a bit harder to prop up.
Jupiter just looked at him confused and nodded. He wasn’t sure about that, He was pretty sure that was double talk, but whatever, they were both blitzed and money was for spending. Well played cat, well played. Jupiter was dipped further into confusion as He found out that not only was Lupe in the NYPD, but so was Calley. Man, Calley was so drunk. The boy confirmed the level of DRUNK when he announced that he was an immortal, except that he had reasoning for it and drinking more than Jupiter could to back up said reasoning. But all the reasoning was starting to make his head hurt.
He nodded accepting that as reasonable. Before he could reply however there was a blue eyed rhino leaning up against him. “Hey!” It wasn’t that he couldn’t simply pick the rhino up, it was the fact that he was going limp like a little kid determined to stay somewhere, all the weight where it shouldn’t be.
“How am I going to ride you if you can’t even stand?” Jupiter nudged him into place, if his stance was a bit wider than a normal Rhino’s would have been and he was a bit wobbly it wasn’t of Jupiter’s concern. He climbed on to the rhinos back and gave his hindquarters a light swat.
“giddy up.” He laughed riotously from his epic mounts back, his legs squeezed just enough to hold him on.
Posted by Cheshire on Oct 14, 2012 18:42:28 GMT -6
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Calley
Rhinos where not actually made for riding. Or for being drunk. Especially when it was Calley's first time shifting to one. But three lefts make a right, right?
Right.
With a little helpful help from Jupiter, he found his feet (they were under him, and a little to the sides). After that, it was a simple matter to figure out how to move one, two, three, two, four of them—sometimes even at the same time!
And so rhino and cowboy staggered off into the street light sunset, over the paved horizon. But some folks say they left a part of themselves, back in that borough.
Just a li'l ol' piece of their livers, somewhere back at a bar called A Monkey's Uncle.