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 Rupert Kelley on Sept 16, 2007 0:08:42 GMT -6
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Rupert nodded at what the kid had to say. Now that... was the answer of a teenager. What he wouldn't give to have that sort of inexperienced simplicity back in his own thoughts.
He caught the kid's yawn, and causally sat himself down in a park bench a few feet away. Standing in the middle of the park, talking while awkwardly shifting their weight from foot to foot, posturing... not his idea of fun. "Nice philosophy," Rupert said, quite honestly. "Simple. Straight to the point." He leaned back on the bench, and rubbed at his temple with one hand. "Wish I could live by that. Unfortunately, I'm the kind of guy who's let himself get tied down with obligations. There's a lot of people out there who'd get mildly screwed over if I just... stopped doing what I was doing." He laughed. "I'm like a friggin' bipedal Public Service Announcement. So what's your story? You seriously got no one depending on you?" He left it unstated, but it there was a thought that came through loud and clear from his tone: You're damn lucky if that's true.
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 16, 2007 0:17:13 GMT -6
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Kyle had instinctively followed him over to the bench. He sat down, somehow feeling that this was even more weird than just standing there talking had been.
Kyle jerked his head back a bit in something akin to surprise, "Why would anyone be depending on me?" He stopped himself abruptly and realized with some alarm the direction this conversation had somehow gone. What the hell? How did they get there? WHY did they get there? Just... what the hell?
"I'm on my own." Kyle said, with a shrug, "No ties."
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 16, 2007 0:38:30 GMT -6
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Rupert didn't glance over at the kid after that answer. He wanted to, but he didn't. That... was a very weighted answer. And having the random stranger sitting next to him staring at him for it probably wasn't something the kid would appreciate. Honestly, Rupert had just been venting his own issues. Venting on a random teenager. It wasn't his good deed for the day, that was for sure. The kid's response was too heavy to just let slide. "None?" He tried not to switch into serious cop mode, but he stopped trying to act like he was as close to the kid's age as he looked. "You're in New York City. Just got here. No ties." Not questions: statements. The kid looked well enough dressed, and his ipod was new... but teens were known for impulse-buying when they really shouldn't, and he'd mentioned that he didn't have much worthy of stealing. It could be nothing... but Rupert wanted to make sure. "You okay?" That was a simple question, but he meant a whole slew of things by it. He tried to break it down a little. "I don't mean to pry..." (Was always a clear start to prying, Rupert noted cynically, and went on.) "But really, you got someplace to stay? There's a place a few blocks from here, called the Sanctuary--if you don't have anywhere to go, or much money, they take people in. It's like a homeless shelter, but it's sponsered by a rich guy, so it's more like a hotel with free food. And a pool." He shrugged, not sure whether he'd be entirely off base with that last comment. Even if he wasn't, and the kid did need somewhere to go, there was no telling how he'd react to being told about a glorified homeless shelter by the random guy he'd just met. But Rupert knew the Sanctuary was a good place, and he knew they could help people that needed help. He felt better saying it than he would have felt if he didn't say it. Though if he was entirely off-base, he'd feel pretty damn stupid. Wouldn't be the first time in this conversation.
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 16, 2007 12:27:02 GMT -6
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Kyle shoved off from the bench, standing up swiftly, quite obviously both shocked and offended. Could anyone blame him? What, every teen on their own in the big city was obviously homeless? A kid like him couldn't make it on their own? Who the hell was this guy? Mr. 'Good Samaritan' Rogers?
A sickeningly devious, perhaps even evil smile spread across Kyle's face. His eyes darkened and he sneered, "Would I be buying a brand new ipod if I wasn't fucking okay? What are you, Mr. Do-Gooder? Gonna start referring to help centers for at risk teens? Gonna be the good guy and make sure the worlds a better place and I have a roof over my head and everything's sunshine and rainbows? You god damn fake! Don't pretend you care about me. You haven't even bothered to ask me my name."
He wanted to walk away without another word, but he lingered. He stayed to give this guy a chance to defend himself. To say something. Not that Kyle thought there was much chance of him recovering after that, but he'd give him the chance, slim as it may be.
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 16, 2007 12:46:45 GMT -6
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This guy was too damn calm. It was starting to irritate him. Kyle had half a mind to pick through this guys brain and find out just who he was, but taking information for himself was always harder than just passing it on to someone else. He tried, but realized he was too angry to focus. That wasn't a good sign. Not a good sign at all. Time to tone it down a notch or two. Breathe.
Kyle took several deep breaths to calm himself down, "A little late for that don't you think? It's sort of a 'damage done' situation. Where do you get off thinking I need a homeless shelter? Who the hell do you think you are anyway?"
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 16, 2007 12:59:15 GMT -6
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The teen seemed close to either storming off or breaking the skin of his knuckles against Rupert's face. Rupert thought he recognized the kid using some of the same breathing techniques his own Anger Management teacher had drilled into him. So they were both angry people. Another thing they had in common. Great.
Rupert stayed on the bench--getting up into the kid's personal space was not what he wanted to do, here. "No offense, but you don't know the first thing about New York. Ever looked into apartment prices around here? Unless you've got a good job or a trust fund, the Sanctuary is a good place to stay. I'm not saying you’re a hobo. I'm saying you look like a guy who's smart enough not to blow his money on hotel rooms while he tries to save up the money for a lease. The Sanctuary's better than most hotels around here, and it's free. A lot of people new to town take advantage of it." He shrugged. "I'm Rupert. And you didn't look like a guy who'd casually give out his name, so I didn't ask. Want to tell me now?"
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 16, 2007 13:11:18 GMT -6
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Kyle hated to admitted it... REALLY HATED to admit it, but the guy... Rupert, had a point. Kyle had plenty of funding. He could manage in the city for at least a month without bother to do anything at all. And that was if he lived it up to the fullest. He'd snagged a small fortune from Eckman's safe. He'd be fine... but sooner or later the money WOULD run out. And why spend it when he didn't have to. Right at that moment, he felt he'd rather die than go to this so called 'Sanctuary'... but Kyle wasn't an idiot. He could see the wisdom of at least checking it out. The place was probably flooded with mutants too... Probably flooded with people with all kinds of secrets locked up in their heads. Yeah... maybe he'd check it out. Maybe.
Kyle was much calmer now, though still not entirely forgiving of Rupert's 'shooting his mouth off'. He took half a step toward the bench, "It's Kyle."
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 16, 2007 13:21:25 GMT -6
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"Kyle, huh?" Rupert nodded, not making any move as the kid took a half-step closer to where he was sitting. "I'll remember that. So, Kyle, you never answered my question, earlier--what brings you to New York?" The city collected people from every corner of the globe, it seemed. And everyone came with a reason, even if the reason was as simple as 'no reason at all'.
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 16, 2007 13:28:42 GMT -6
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Kyle raised an eyebrow. Here's where he'd get into his 'withholding information' mode. This guy didn't need to know his life story, and he wasn't about to say, 'the guy who kidnapped me when I was 13 finally got shot down by the cops, so now I'm on my own, and I figured NYC was as good a place as any to get in on the drama and sell my less than legal skills'. That wouldn't do.
Kyle shrugged, "Why not?" He took a moment before adding, "Things happen here. I didn't want to be somewhere where nothing ever happens. Small towns are boring, you know?"
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 16, 2007 14:50:45 GMT -6
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The corners of Rupert's mouth twitched into the ghost of a smile. "Good a reason as any. Couldn't say about small towns--I'm a city boy. Been living here since kindergarten." It was obvious that Kyle wasn't about to spill his life story. Frankly, Rupert was relieved--there were some kids who'd do that. He was never quite sure what to say; 'Sorry about your abusive father, dead mother, drug addict sister, and current assault charges, kid--want a pat on the back?' He really wasn't the slickest talker on the force. "You're in the right place for excitement, I can tell you that." He pointed about forty feet away, towards a bench. "We had a double homicide there the other week," he pointed towards a fountain, maybe a hundred feet away, then a patch of newly planted trees in the other direction, "and mutant brawls, there and there, a few weeks ago." He wasn't saying anything that wasn't public knowledge, though he certainly knew a bit more about all these incidents--and others--that he didn't feel any particular urge to share. "Life goes on, because some damn strange things are the usual, around here. Hell, I wouldn't even bat an eye if you were a mutant." He grinned sardonically. "I swear, I haven't talked to a human in weeks." Outside of work and excluding Raina, of course. ...He really needed to make more friends outside of the force.
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 16, 2007 15:47:46 GMT -6
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Kyle raised an eyebrow and took the time to really take in what Rupert was saying. Double Homicide... that wasn't the language of your average normal citizen. That was cop talk. Legal talk. He'd heard enough legal talk in the last month to know it. A 'normal person' would have said something more along the lines of 'two people got shot over there, I heard it was pretty gruesome...' and blah blah blah. People tended to like to focus on carnage. Kyle really wasn't sure why. He'd never set much stock in bloodshed. But he'd come across plenty of people who were all but fascinated by a murder.
But Rupert didn't go on about the details, just stated some very factual bits of information, and moved on. Considering his relay of information, Kyle figured this guy was probably a lawyer or a cop or something else somehow connected with the legal department. That sent up a bit of a warning sign to Kyle. He didn't want to say anything without thinking if he was around someone involved in the noble ranks of Justice-seekers.
The other thing Rupert has said that caught him off guard was the comment about Kyle potentially being a mutant. He didn't flinch. Didn't get nervous. He just let out a soft chuckle and quite obviously mused over the statement, "I've got to say, I'd be a little surprised if YOU were. You strike me as profoundly human." Kyle shrugged, "Not that I'm any good at telling the difference."
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 16, 2007 15:59:27 GMT -6
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((ooc: Very nice inference of him being in a legal field, from the way he spoke. *grin* Let's see if I can narrow it down for you...))
"Yep," Rupert agreed shamelessly. "I'm about as human as they come." He twitched an eyebrow; the next thought just plain amused him. "Though you never know--maybe I've just been hiding it, all these years. Heh. I doubt anyone can really tell the difference between mutants and humans, unless you're dealing with mutants with red skin, or tails. Honestly, even if they get that Registration Bill passed, I can't see how they expect us to enforce it." His use of 'us' was casual. He really didn't think about it. Being a cop was just part of who he was. "Unless they're going to get DNA samples out of everyone in the country, it's just impractical. Not to mention that most of the ones who get found would just be kids; anyone older is going to be smart enough to try and hide it," his brows furrowed briefly--no matter what else they were, mutant kids were still... well, kids. Most of them didn't even manifest their powers until puberty, or later. He didn't know how he felt about rounding up kids who'd thought they were human right up until the blood work came back. "Sorry; tangent." He said, waving the whole subject off.
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 16, 2007 16:13:37 GMT -6
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Kyle had been listening very carefully while maintaining a casual appearance. Rupert had said, 'how they expect us to enforce it.' Us. That made it really easy. Rupert was a cop. And a cop who dealt with mutants. That was a little less set in stone. It was possible he was just speaking as a member or the general police force, but it was likely that Rupert was one of the ones on the enforcing end when it came to mutants. Oh, he'd made a damn shiny acquaintance hadn't he. Rupert had the potential to be very handy, or very troublesome. He couldn't decide which was the more likely option at this point, but either way, he figured it was probably a decent idea to keep track of this guy.
"Nah... you're human." Kyle said, a hint of a jest in his voice, the malice from earlier pushed by the wayside, "You don't strike me as the kind who's all that good at hiding what he is." Kyle put one foot up on the seat of the bench and rested his elbow on his knee as he looked down, though not condescendingly, at Rupert, "You're a cop, aren't you?"
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 16, 2007 16:24:33 GMT -6
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((ooc: "You don't strike me as the kind who's all that good at hiding what he is"--Oooo, burn! lol))
Rupert was startled for a second, as he backtracked their conversation in his mind. Yeah, the clues were there, but... This was a damn observant teenager he was dealing with. Rupert's esteem of him shot through the roof. "Yeah," he replied freely, letting his newly raised respect for the kid come through in his voice. "I am. A Detective, actually. Mutant and Mutant-Related Crimes Task Force." That last bit was unnecessary--but he felt like rewarding this kid for piecing things together with such little information. "Ever considered a career in law enforcement? People who're that quick at working things through are always welcome on the force. Hell, we could use more of you."