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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 13, 2007 20:14:58 GMT -6
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Kyle walked back to the base; the site that had housed him and his 'employers', that had been the breeding ground of a multitude of underhanded schemes to rob people of all kinds of useful information. But he wasn't coming back for any of that. Kyle didn't care about the files of information the police hadn't discovered and 'confiscated'. Granted, he wanted to get out of town, but not before packing some of his things. Not before cleaning out the base of everything that he felt was worth the effort it took to haul it to a pawn shop. Kyle didn't bother with much, just a few choice items that would either come in handy, or fetch a fantastic price. After getting into the safe hidden in Eckman's office, the combination and location of the thing being a bit of information Eckman hadn't known that Kyle had cleaved from him, and cleaning out all the cash in it, Kyle headed to his room to change out of the suit he was in.
He had known better than to show up to a trial in jeans, but now that all that mess was over, he was glad to get into some clothes that felt more natural to him. Hitching a pair of jeans up on his hips and stringing a studded belt through the belt loops, he neglected to put a shirt on and walked around what was technically still his room barefoot. Kyle pulled this and that out of his closet, making sure to pack the necessities, and all his favorite clothes. He had built up a fairly good collection of things he liked and it just didn't figure to leave everything behind. He wasn't in that much of a hurry. Granted, he was sure in a few days some of the groups outside contacts would start looking for him. That was inevitable. How many times had he overheard Eckman making some comment to someone along the lines of "Can't let a useful mutant like that just run around free." Yes, they'd come for him, but he didn't expect they'd look too hard.
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Kyle sat on the train with his ipod headphones stuck in his ears. His eyes were closed by now, and he was nearly sleeping. He had two bags with him, plus a great deal of cash. The plan, which he had only taken a few moments to think through, was to go to New York City, live off of the funds he had with him, and sniff around till he found something promising. There was bound to be something of interest on the news that would lead him in the right direction.
When Kyle arrived in New York, he didn't waste any time getting a hotel room to stay in for a few days, and dropping off his things. It irritated him to realize he was too tense to sleep like he had wanted to. Kyle stewed over his uncomfortable state for a while. He eventually decided that spending his day wasting time in the city would probably be good for him. It was becoming more and more apparent to him that he needed to unwind. Kyle didn't really grasp at that moment just how much he had gone through in the past month. It had yet to sink in.
After a few more hours, Kyle was wandering around Central Park with a brand new ipod, keeping his eyes open for other music enthusiasts toting their own. He was bored with his own selection of music, so he figured he'd shop around for something he'd never heard before. Chances were sooner or later he'd come across a lovely jogger who listened to an entirely different array of music than he did. It would be a great opportunity to snap up some new music.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 13, 2007 21:38:19 GMT -6
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Rupert was on a Bright Eyes bender. What could he say? "At the Center of the World" summed up his after-work mood like nothing else. He'd just gotten off. Which was to say, he'd just finished up two weeks of back-logged paperwork. It had been a slow day at Mercy--the MMRC, the Mutant and Mutant-Related Crimes Task Force. Rupert loved slow days. He just didn't love paperwork. A quick jog back to his apartment and up three flights of stairs--a bit of wheezing--and a change of clothes later, and he was at Central Park. Even with all the mutie freaks trying to ruin the place, it still managed to be beautiful. Old growth trees towered above newer ones, planted after the latest mutant brawls. A new fountain stood where an old one had been remodeled--showing the image of two of Mercy's most annoying pests, a pair of red-headed girls who didn't know the meaning of 'inhibitions'. Everywhere he looked, he could pick out things that had been changed or out-right destroyed by mutants that just didn't give a damn about the city they lived in. But the Park hung on. Rupert was damn proud of it. Just coming here gave him a sense of strength--the Park stood after mutants were done with it, and so did he.
He didn't look much like a cop. His street clothes took him down a few years, leaving him looking like a cross between a hobo and an undergrad college student. The silver hoop through his eyebrow gave him a bit of a punk flair. The black Queen T-shirt and the gray, coffee-stained slacks didn't help him any.
White earbuds trailed down their thin cord to the black ipod in his hand; it had been a present to himself for his birthday a few months ago. The wafer-thin rectangle was crammed to the brim with all the greats--Queen, David Bowie, Led Zepplin, Waren Zevon, Bruce Sprinstein--as well as some rather idiosyncratic choices: Bright Eyes, the Pixies, the soundtrack for Final Fantasy X, and the Dixie Chicks. ...If the rest of the force ever found out he listened to the Dixie Chicks, he'd never live it down.
He'd been scrolling through his playlist, head down, trying to find "Sunrise, Sunset" when he collided with something that didn't hold its ground like a tree.
"Hey, sorry," he said, looking up at at the teenager he'd just crashed into. "My bad." He took out one of his earbuds. If the kid was going to curse him out, he might as well listen. Kids had such a rich vocabulary these days. Rupert really could use with learning a few more choice words, himself--lately, he'd found himself running out of anything original to describe his work.
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 14, 2007 13:00:27 GMT -6
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Kyle looked in the direction of whatever it was that had run into him, which was too say he looked away from the girl jogging by several yards away in a baby blue running suit that provided a pleasant view of her mid drift. He looked the man who had run into him over briefly. The first thing he noticed was the hoop through the man's eyebrow. Kyle had a bar-bell through his own at the moment. The second thing he noticed was that the man was toting exactly the kind of ipod he had in his own hand, black and everything. Honestly, the freak coincidence was a little creepy.
"...'t's alright." Kyle commented, forcing himself to smile a little. He wasn't in the mood to smile at all, but he wasn't about to TRY to make enemies on his first day in the big city. That wouldn't do. All the same, he wasn't sure he wanted to bother making 'friends' either. He decided to just wait to see what this guy did. If he moved along, fine, if he stayed to make conversation, that would be fine too. Of course, if he moved along, Kyle would probably steal his music collection. The guy might have something good. Who knew?
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 14, 2007 22:10:52 GMT -6
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((ooc: I'm feeling awfully lyrical just now. ))
On his ipod, "A Scale, a Mirror, and Those Indifferent Clocks" was playing. He listened with one ear and half of his mind, letting the rest of his attention wander to the kid and the park. Chances were good that the up-and-down, emotion-encrusted voice of Bright Eyes' lead singer could be heard, thinly, from the earbud he'd left dangling. Rupert liked his music loud.
Now I know a disease that these doctors can't treat. You contract on the day you accept all you see is a mirror and a mirror is all it can be. A reflection of something we're missing.
Rupert leaned his weight onto his left leg, and shoved his ipod and his hand into his pocket. As a beat cop, he'd dealt with enough teenagers in his time to pick up on it when one of them was feeling off. He looked around casually; didn't seem like the kid was here with friends. That wasn't a good way to be, on the days when nothing mattered except blowing time.
And language just happened. It was never planned. And it's inadequate to describe where I am in the room of my house where the light's never been waiting for this day to end.
He tapped his own silver hoop. "Nice barbell. Where'd you buy?" Frankly, he wasn't sure if he was in the mood for conversation himself, much less the company of a kid. Never mind that he only looked about twenty-one or twenty-two himself, instead of his true twenty-eight; he felt old, right now. Paperwork did that to a cop. Going through all those cases, in rapid succession... it was a smear of the world's worst offerings, served up in an overload smorgasbord. Frankly, he should be calling Raina—but he was feeling a bit too anti-social to be touching his cell. The teen might want to talk to someone just now, though, and Rupert had seen enough to know that a willing ear was sometimes the difference between seeing a kid grow up into a good person, or seeing them in cuffs down the road. He'd leave the decision in the kid's hands--answer something short and walk off, or talk back. It wasn't like they didn't have anything in common.
And these clocks keep unwinding and completely ignore everything that we hate or adore. Once the page of a calendar is turned it's no more. So tell me then, what was it for? Oh tell me, what was it for?
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 15, 2007 21:36:00 GMT -6
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"Cactus Tattoo and Body Piercing... Salem." Kyle answered honestly before stopping to think whether or not he wanted to tell the man. He slipped his empty ipod into his pocket. No use having it out when there was nothing on it to listen to. His attentive ears caught the sound of the man's music blaring out of the one dangling ear piece... the ear piece this guy had removed in order to hear whatever it was Kyle was going to say to him. Something about that thought felt odd to him, but he could place why. The lyrics of the song reached his ears.
"What are you listening to?" Kyle asked casually, "...Sounds cool." Yes... he would definitely be stealing this guys music.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 15, 2007 21:53:02 GMT -6
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The teen seemed almost startled that someone was interested in him. Or maybe Rupert was reading too much into the kid's initial burst of sincerity, followed by that shift into a purposefully casual tone.
"Cactus Tattoo and Body Piercing?" Rupert repeated. Not because he wasn't sure he'd heard it right. It was an old technique for getting people to open up—you selectively repeated things they'd said, to show that you'd been listening to them. That you really were interested. "Cool. I'll have to check them out.” In response to the kid’s next question, he slid back out his ipod, and gave a casual half-shrug. Purposefully casual. “Bright Eyes. Ever heard of them? They’re kind of like Nirvana, with better lyrics.” Not that he had anything against Nirvana—he happened to have a few T-shirts and a couple CDs. Some of them were on this ipod. Some of them were less than legal. Rupert had never really cared much for music piracy laws—and he happened to think that the people who did, especially the lawyers, had too much time on their hands that they could be doing something useful with. There were real crimes going on in the world. Let people listen to their music. "What about you? Got anything good?" He motioned with his ipod towards the kid. Another conversation strategy--let people talk about themselves. It tended to be a favorite topic.
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 15, 2007 22:12:11 GMT -6
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Kyle chuckled just a bit, "Planning on road tripping just for a new piercing? I wouldn't recommend it. They're a good place, but nothing all that out of the ordinary." He smiled roguishly, "I'm sure there are good places right here in new york."
Kyle took a moment to notice a pretty girl strolling by with her head in a book. Not bad... not bad at all. A little hard to get her attention perhaps. Probably even harder to live up to her expectations. He could tell from a quick glance at the cover of the book that it was a fantasy novel. And judging from the thickness, and how far into it she was, the girl was an avid reader and in it for the long haul. A dreamer. Kyle smiled to himself. Dreamers were easy to deal with if you were only interested in them for a short fling. They'd usually read too many adventurous romances to have realistic ideas about guys and relationships. What had he been talking about again?...
... Oh yeah... his ipod.
"Nothing yet." Kyle said, drawing his attention back to the fellow music lover, "It's brand new. Just bought it today. My old one's full up, so I thought I'd upgrade."
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 15, 2007 22:29:01 GMT -6
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Rupert laughed shortly. The downfall of trying to sound interested? If you weren’t careful, you could end up sounding damn stupid. A road trip to Salem for a barbell piercing was pretty damn stupid. He didn’t like sounding stupid. So he decided to try sounding honest, instead—frankly, the kid seemed like he might be up for a real conversation. “Heh. Okay, that was dumb. Sorry—you just looked like you were kind of out of it. Figured you might want to talk.” He smiled, self-deprecatingly. “Obviously, you’re not talkin’ to the best conversationalist in New York.” He watched the kid watching a girl go strollin’ past... and struggled to keep a grin off his face. And failed a little. The corners of his mouth quirked, and his eyes looked far too amused. No matter what else was happening in this kid’s life... he was still a teenager. “Brand new?” Rupert asked, trying to remember what the kid's model had looked like. He seemed to remember it being black, looking a lot like... he stared down at his own. “Woah. Coincidence, much?”
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 15, 2007 22:45:03 GMT -6
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"Just got in a few hours ago actually." Kyle said. He found that telling the truth was remarkably useful. Kyle actually didn't lie much at all, which seemed odd for someone who made his way in the world doing all kinds of underhanded things to people's brains, or to their computers... or their ipods... whatever worked. But the point was that he only really lied when it was needed. Unless you considered withholding information lieing. He didn't really... but Kyle also didn't spend much time going through what it meant to lie. It didn't really matter.
"... Hope that doesn't make me 'out of it'... just new to the scene." Kyle said, giving the stranger a semi-wicked, confident grin.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 15, 2007 22:57:16 GMT -6
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Rupert liked the teen's grin. He could almost picture the kid standing in front of his bathroom mirror, practicing that grin--trying it out with different poses, maybe having his mother or his little brother pounding on the bathroom door and asking what was taking him so long. Obviously, the kid was aiming for 'lady killer'. In Rupert's humble experience... the lady killer smiles didn't attract the kinds of girls he himself preferred. Well, not the kind he preferred now. Back in college, now... That, children, was another story entirely. "New, huh?" Rupert crossed his arms, leaning back dramatically, and eyeing the teen with melodramatic criticism. "Honestly, not sure if I can risk being seen with you until you've at least had your wallet stolen." He returned the kid's grin with one of his own--a casual grin; the sort of grin that most teenagers were still too young to have. It was the grin of a man who was completely at ease in his own skin, and ready and willing to handle just about anything the world tossed at him. "So what brings you to our," he paused a moment, his quirked eyebrows and the way his eyes looked up, as if they were searching through files in his mind--he was searching for an adjective; "wonderful," he settled on, "city? You don't look like a tourist. No camera, no map, no glazed look in your eyes. And you aren't looking up at the buildings nearly enough."
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 15, 2007 23:11:36 GMT -6
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"Not planning on having my wallet stolen, but if you want to avoid my company... go right ahead." Kyle commented casually, "Of course... it'll probably happen eventually anyway. Not much in it worth stealing at the moment." Kyle did have a wallet to steal. However, it was connected to his body by a several layered wallet chain that was near impossible it get off on either end of it. There wasn't much in it. No ID. No credit cards. Not much cash after buying the ipod. He left most of the cash in his luggage in his room. He knew better than to bring it all with him at once. Kyle wasn't a stranger to the concept of being mugged. Even the key to his hotel room was stuck in his front pocket. There really wasn't anything worth stealing.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 15, 2007 23:21:45 GMT -6
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Rupert decided to ease back on the teasing--the teen had switched back to his purposefully casual tone. In other words: he was starting to back off from the conversation, starting to put things on ice. Honestly, teens weren't Rupert's favorite people in the world. They could take the defensive--or the offensive--for no reason that a twenty-eight year old cop could readily understand. "Congrats on keeping it. That makes you smarter than at least ninety-seven percent of the population." Rupert offered, switching his own tone back to casual, and adding in a slightly cynical flair... mostly, because he couldn't keep it out. Years as a beat cop had left him with no delusions about the average human's intelligence. That was actually one thing mutants had going for them that he didn't mind--most of them seemed pretty smart. Most of them were hiding themselves and blending in--that took a lot of brains. It was just the select few that took stupidity to whole new levels that made Rupert wary of their race, as a whole. "You up to anything, or just wandering?"
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 15, 2007 23:30:49 GMT -6
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Kyle shrugged, "Nah, just killing time. Felling a little out of it, so I figured..." He let the sentence trail off without finishing it. If this guy couldn't fill in the blank... then someone wasn't doing their job by letting him get outside on his own. Kyle really didn't think that was the case. Granted, this guy wasn't consistantly the most observant of people, but he knew how to read them well enough. He knew how to follow the cues. Knew when to back down. What a beautiful trait. Knowing when to back the hell off of someone. Too many people lacked that intuition.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 15, 2007 23:45:37 GMT -6
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Rupert shrugged his shoulders. "Just out for a walk. Don't feel like ringing up my girlfriend--just not in the mood. I’m not going anywhere much." He watched a young blonde woman jogging past them at a perky bounce that didn't really move her along very fast, and had to be slowly killing her knees. But it showed off that tank top of hers. He wasn't really interested--the words "jail bait" came to mind, not to mention that... well, he really did love Raina. As weird as it still felt to him, as hard as it was to accept how fast he'd fallen... he really did. Natural blondes had nothing on dyed red hair. He watched, with some amusement, as she tripped over a tree root that had clearly come out of nowhere--at least for her. He waited 'til she was past to give a quiet, condescending laugh. "Ever get the impression that most of humanity is just too damn stupid for its own good?" He grinned slightly, remembering the reason this whole conversation had started. "Not that I'm one to talk. Honestly, feeling a little out of it myself." Raina, the mutant registration bill Congress was sitting on, and work in general... yeah, a little out of it was a fair description. "I swear, life would be hellava simpler if we could each just do our own thing--just take care of ourselves." He'd love to not give a damn about anyone but himself. Sometimes, he thought of how easy it would be. But Rupert just wasn't that kind of person.
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 15, 2007 23:57:10 GMT -6
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"Who says we can't?" Kyle commented, "That's always been my philosophy." He really shouldn't say always. He couldn't remember hat he was like before the age of 13, before Eckman and his cohorts took over his life. They may have gotten him away from whatever he'd had before, but damned if he didn't make it difficult for them.
Kyle yawned out of no where, the tiredness he had wanted to exploit when he'd gotten his hotel room finally catching up with him. He tried to ignore it for the time being. The conversation he was in was at least amusing, if a little bit awkward. They were just standing there, talking in the middle of the park, which probably didn't look half as awkward as it felt.