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?
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Posted by Cheshire on Feb 17, 2008 19:14:36 GMT -6
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Calley
Calley conceded the point: the trespasser could remain. To illustrate this decision, he moved into the lap proper, and curled up into a warmly rumbling ball of ginger-stripped fur. The random guy on the ground had also sat on Calley's bench without permission, but Calley had distinctly more important issues to deal with than Andy of the strange speech impediment and oddly jerky motions. He tilted his head upwards, and opened his mouth a silent 'mew' of command. The petting would continue. He had decreed it so.
"Horn."
Incidentally, he saw what the random man was talking about. Hello there, little tucked-away spike. Interesting. About as relevant to Calley's current worldview as that guy jogging by, however.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 17, 2008 23:18:41 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The young man moved with unnatural speed to a position next to Sebastian on the bench, and then he tried again to ask his question.
“AndyQuestionHornNatural”
Well, the words still were strung together, but at least the young man was understandable now. And he definitely was speaking English.
Sebastian readjusted his baseball cap. “I guess you could say it’s natural.”
Andy’s presence on the bench reminded Sebastian that while his twenty year old body blended in well, it was also full of hormones. Sebastian used his centuries of experience at ignoring such distractions to ignore the distraction and continued the important task of running his hand along the back of the ginger tom now curled up in his lap.
Naveed coudln't resist. When he saw that the young man did infact have a horn on his head- reminding him of a baby Narwhale he had to see things for sure. This had to be a group of mutants, it was so obvious to him he coudln't understand why nobody else was noticing. The one man could barely sit still and the other had a horn on his head. It was almost comical. Then again there was the cat. Ick. cats.
he shrugged. What could it hurt? He'd wipe their memories if he had to...
he approached the group with the best smile he could muster and a wave. "Hello!" he said with a clear voice. "Remember me." it wasnt posed as a question, it was a statement. His eyes were red as well. So long as neither of these mutants had strong psychic abilities they should easily welcome into the group as if they'd known him forever.
ooc: Naveed has the power of pursuasion and his abilities affect most mutants. He's weak against those who have strong mental capabilities but even then they are at least aware that they are being controlled or that someone is attempting to do it. I never make Navi do anything without your consent so if it doesn't gave any affect on them just say so. If you ever have an issue please PM me More info in his profile!
> “I guess you could say it’s natural.” "N’t!" Andy wonders if this guy has any mutant abilities to go along with the horn – in particular, if he has anything that would make rescuing the X-Men easier. He and Fade make a pretty good breakout team, he figures, but it would be better to have more backup.
He pulls out his ever-present notepad with the intention of getting into a more detailed conversation about Sebastian’s tactical capabilities when they are interrupted by a tall jogger.
> “Hello. Remember me.”
There’s a brief moment of confusion at the phrasing – it sounds more like an order than a question – and an even briefer moment of disorientation before Andy waves to the entirely familiar red-eyed man whose name he has embarrassingly forgotten.
Ic: Naveed didn't wait to see if the other man took the bait or not, if he at least convinced one of them that they were friends the other would have to believe it. "Hey!" he waved taking a seat to him next in the grass. "Naveed, we bumped into each other on the subway." Regardless of whther or not the man had been on the subway yet he'd instantly have a fabricated memory of Naveed bumping him on the Subway and introducing himself... hopefully that would be all the 'suggestion' this man needed. "What are you doing here? Who's your friend?"
Andy lets his subjective time-sense accelerate as the familiar man walks towards him, trying to figure out where they’d met. He’d only been in Manhattan for a day, after all, and hadn’t really talked to many people… Fade being the obvious exception. Conversations with strangers were just too difficult.
Which means he’d probably met this guy back in Boston. Mom and Dad had tried to set up “socializing opportunities” with other mutants in the area when his ability first popped up, and for a while he’d hoped to meet someone whose abilities worked like his, someone he could really talk to, but it had been pretty hopeless. After two calendar-months, during which he’d aged almost two years, he’d pretty much given up on the whole thing.
This guy seems older than the kids he’d met that way would be, though… it’s been a decade for him, give or take, but they’d all still be in their early teens. So that’s probably not it… though, judging from his glowing red eyes, he probably is a mutant. Maybe he’s a friend of the family? Or one of the tutors they’d tried to arrange for him, before it became clear that face-to-face conversations just weren’t going to work?
> "Naveed, we bumped into each other on the subway."
Which sounds right… Andy has a blurry recollection of meeting Naveed on a subway train, now that he mentions it. Which would have to be in Boston, the only city where he’d actually ridden the subway. (He’d spent the better part of a calendar week exploring the T system and checking out all the stations, just for something to do. Usually he’d walked from one station to the next, but he’d taken all the trains from one end to the other once, just for completeness’ sake.)
"Rt ‘rmbnw ‘i!" Even as the greeting comes out of his mouth he realizes he’s operating way too fast for it to be comprehensible, and he starts concentrating on slowing down again.
> "What are you doing here? Who's your friend?"
He stifles a sigh… this is going to turn into a conversation, after all. And, well, they are both mutants, and he’d had a goal in mind back when he’d approached Sebastian about his horn, and he doesn’t seem to be making much progress at slowing down. So he goes back to writing in his notepad.
Before Naveed has quite finished asking the question, they both have a piece of paper in their laps that reads “Naveed, this is Sebastian. Sebastian, this is Naveed. I think the cat’s name is Sinatra… at least, that’s what his collar says. I’m recruiting help to bust the X-Men out of these stupid Mutant Registration Camps. Want in?”
It’s blunt, but Andy rarely has the patience for extended negotiations.
ooc: awesome, Naveed was looking for a way in on the attempt ic:
Naveed could barely blink when he found a paper in his lap. He read it over and nodded his head toward Sabastian as a way to say hello. At this point he didn't quit care if Sebastian fell for his pursuasion or not bcause Andy did. He started to figure out that Andy couldn't speak at a normal speed which made sense.
"Oh that's right, you've got excellerated speed, I forgot." said Naveed casually. He looked down at the paper again and read it a second time. "Hate to make you write everything out friend, but did you have a plan to break into the registration camp?"
He wondered if Raina qualified as an x-men knowing her association with them
(( OOC: Sorry it's short... just trying to keep things limping along. ))
> "Hate to make you write everything out friend, but did you have a > plan to break into the registration camp?"
Andy shrugs and writes some more: “Assemble team. Break in. Rescue X-Men.” He stares at that for a while, then ruefully adds “Profit.” A minute after that he adds “What can you do?”
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 24, 2008 0:09:49 GMT -6
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(OOC: Sorry.) --
Sebastian was glad when the tall jogger came up and the conversation turned away from his horn. After all this time, it was still the first thing people noticed about him and it grew tiring after awhile.
Sebastian took considerably more time in trying to remember who Naveed was than Andy had done. He had considerably more memories to sort through and less subjective time to do it in. He wanted to try to remember who he was and his brain started automatically backtracking. He hadn’t met anyone new since arriving in the New World, and before that he had been in Siam, or rather Thailand, for quite some time. The man didn’t look Thai.
Sebastian began looking father back. Perhaps he had met the young man in another place, another lifetime. His attitude certainly seemed familiar enough. There was something in his eyes. He had seen those red eyes before, but it had been so long ago…
Before he could remember anything, the other two had already moved on. Apparently it was Andy the young man, Naveed, had been talking to anyway. Sebastian shook his head to clear it of the unpleasant memories. They were best left unremembered.
He was about to greet the new young man, but quite suddenly there was a note in his lap. On top of the cat. He hadn’t seen anybody move that fast since he was a young boy. Today certainly was a day for recollecting old times. He chuckled to himself as he picked up the note with one hand and continued petting the cat with the other hand.
“Nice to meet you Naveed,” he tipped his cap to the jogger using the old method; he touched the brim of his cap and tilted it forward slightly as he bowed his head. It didn’t work quite as well as it did with a top hat, but it served its purpose as a greeting and his horn remained hidden. One could never be too safe in a time where mutants were not welcome to be sitting in public parks.
As for the rest of the note, he had just finished reading when another note was deposited, again on top of the feline. He read the second as well.
“I am not used to such a fast paced world,” he commented to the cat as he rubbed the ginger pointed ears. Then he looked up at the two young men. “I’m afraid I will not be able to help you. You see, I’m not one to go rushing into things.” At least not any more. Sebastian would have stood up then to leave the two friends to their plotting, but for his furry friend in his lap.
Addressing the cat he added, “Sinatra, my friend, it is time I left these two alone to their devices. You may have your bench back, or perhaps you would like to join me for lunch? It might be persuaded to buy a tuna fish sandwich.” He shifted his weight slightly under the cat to further indicate that it was time to be leaving. After all, he couldn’t keep up with the fast paced conversation of the two young men.
ooc: sorry to move so fast, you shoulda PMed us and we coould have deleted something/waited. There were a few days within all the postings so I think we just both assumed you weren't ready to post yet. Nice job on the part about trying to remember.
ic: Naveed looked up as Sebastian said hello and tipped his hat. Naveed couldn't help but smile at the old fashioned politness. It was welcoming when everyone here in New York was so Abrasive. "You must not be from New York Sebastian." he thought out loud. "Too polite!" he said smiling. "Nice to meet you."
He looked at the note in his lap and thought a moment. He wasn't willing to tell Andy his ability and decided to turn the situation around on him. "Andy you must be careful not to openly talk about the camps and mutation in this city." he cautioned. "Not everyone is a friend." he looked to Sebastian again who was getting up to leave.
"Wait" said Naveed in a kinder tone. "Andy here doesn't seem to have made any stone decisions yet. He may benifit from hearing from someone with more experieince." Naveed was sure that Sebastian was a well versered peson. He had no idea the man's age but it was something about the way he spoke, the way he held himself... It was clear Andy thought him to be a mutant or he woudln't have suggested the break-out... so Naveed coudln't help wondering what Sebastians mutation might be.
There was something distinctly odd going on here, and the fact that there was a man whose mutation was to be hyper and put notes on top of cats wasn't it. It was that random jogger man had been randomly jogging by. Neither of these two had done more than glance at him. Then a "Remember me" later, they were friends with the guy. Calley wasn't quite sure, mind you, but he thought the glowing red eyes might have something to do with it.
On an unrelated note, a tuna fish sandwich did sound nice. And since Hyper Speed was both idealistic and insane--a bad combination--and Glowy McGlow Eye had the distinct feel of a cat hater, the ginger stripped tom cat made no impaling moves to keep his Scritching Patsy in place. In fact, he quite nimbly climbed to a perch on the man's shoulder, and wrapped himself around the fellow's neck like a rumbling, overly thick scarf.
He didn't do more than cast casual, head-swiveling-to-the-side glances at the two less important men on this scene. Pfft. Besides the fact they were both obviously mutants and one was plotting a cute little breakout, they were nobodies. They hadn't even tried to pet the cat in their midst. Pfft, and pfft again.
> "Andy you must be careful not to openly talk about the camps and mutation in this city. Not everyone is a friend."
Andy shrugs at that. Sure, he knows Naveed is right… probably what he ought to do is take this slow, find out more about these new acquaintances, sniff around the subject carefully until he determines that they’re trustworthy.
While the X-Men rot in prison.
Of course, he realizes it hasn’t been as long for them as it has been for him, but even in calendar time four months is a long time. And this might be the best chance he ever gets to find allies… it’s not like mutants are easy to find. So he shrugs again, and makes his best effort to speak intelligibly: "Don’t. Have. Time. T’be. Careful."
> “I’m afraid I will not be able to help you. You see, I’m not one to go rushing into things.”
Andy tries hard not to feel too disappointed… after all, it’s not like he’d really expected every mutant he meets to be willing to help; he doesn’t even know what Sebastian is capable of. For all he knows he’s just a normal guy who happens to have a horn.
He mostly fails, though. For quite some time now he’s been putting his hopes on finding a community of mutants, somewhere where he won’t be considered a freak. His meeting with Fade had left him flushed with success; learning of the fate of the other X-Men left him desperate to free them. And when Providence had dropped him into the laps of not one, but two potential mutant allies, he’d dared to hope.
So, when Sebastian backs away with his pointed comments about fast-paced worlds and rushing into things, Andy really can’t help but take it as a personal rejection.
He tries to come up with something compelling to say to make the fleeing man change his mind, and it takes him a while to realize that Naveed is already speaking.
> “Wait. Andy here doesn't seem to have made any stone decisions yet. He may benefit from hearing from someone with more experience.”
Which, Andy admits privately, doesn’t exactly paint him in the most flattering light… but he’ll take anything he can get at this point. So he just nods, his acceleration making the gesture come off far more eager than he means it, and concentrates on keeping his eyes fixed on Sebastian’s. When enough time seems to have passed that he’s pretty sure Naveed is done talking, he adds "Please?"
Posted by Sebastian on Mar 13, 2008 19:25:53 GMT -6
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>>>"You must not be from New York Sebastian." he thought out loud. "Too polite!" he said smiling. "Nice to meet you."
Sebastian knew that the man was tall, but now that he himself was standing, Naveed seemed even taller. He fairly towered over Sebastian, who had to tilt his head back to see the welcoming smile on the man's face. Sebastian used to be tall. People used to have to tilt their heads up to look at him. Never had it been more apparent that humans and mutants alike had gotten taller over the years. Sebastian thought to himself, What are they feeding kids nowadays?
As Sebastian was turning to leave he paused to wait for Sinatra to climb up on his shoulder. Apparently he wanted tuna more than he wanter his bench back. Either that or he had decided that he was likely to get more ear massages if he came with the unicorn man rather than stay with the red eyed jogger and the super fast teen.
>>>"Andy you must be careful not to openly talk about the camps and mutation in this city." Naveed cautioned. "Not everyone is a friend." >>>"Don’t. Have. Time. T’be. Careful."
As he turned to leave, both of the others called him back.
>>>"Wait" said Naveed in a kinder tone. "Andy here doesn't seem to have made any stone decisions yet. He may benefit from hearing from someone with more experience." >>>"Please?" added the teen who was also nodding vigorously. His sped up blinking made it look like he was also batting his eyelashes.
Please share his experience? Sebastian turned back and glanced at the youth's face. It was rather endearing that the boy was so enthusiastic about everything. It would be a shame for the boy to throw away his life.
“In my experience, it is not a good idea to rush headlong into a fight without knowing about the adversary. Usually it isn't a good idea to get into the fight at all. Fighting is a fast way to settle a conflict between two sides, but in the end someone always loses. Usually both sides lose. If you are going to go ahead with your plan,” Sebastian indicated the note that was still in his hand, “I would like to strongly urge you to reconsider. Concentration camps aren't liberated by just a small handful of individuals. If you go through with it, you will most likely get hurt or killed.” Sebastian regarded him seriously, using his best I-am-your-father-and-I-know-what's-best-for-you face. He knew the look was perfect, even on his young face. After all, he'd had centuries of practice using that particular face. He'd had it used on him a fair number of times as well.
Hopefully the youth would change his mind. Sebastian really didn't want to have to tag along just to make sure the boy didn't get himself killed.
Sensing that his furry neck warmer might get impatient after the long speech, Sebastian reached up and scratched under his chin.
(( OOC: Hope you don't mind my cutting in, Nav... ))
At first, Andy tries hard to pay attention to what Sebastian is saying, despite how the man’s voice just crawls by slowly, minute after minute.
Allowing himself to get worked up about the whole Camp escape idea isn’t helping, either. Everything is getting slower and slower, and he’s getting short of breath, as if he were jogging instead of just standing there. Speed factor 10 or so, he estimates.
He could measure it for sure with his PDA… one of the cooler applications he cobbled together for it compared its own clock-rate with a nationally broadcast time-signal. (Most people just use the broadcast to resynchronize their local time, of course; Andy is the only person he knows who uses it to calculate how much slower the server clock is than the local clock.) But pulling his PDA out and fiddling with it while Sebastian is talking would be rude. So he just stands there and tries to pay attention.
Sebastian gets about halfway through his lecture, which has gone on for a punishingly long time by now, before Andy finally just tunes out and starts occupying his mind by practicing mnemonic techniques.
A quick glance at the cat on his shoulder, then look back at Sebastian’s face and try to reconstruct its image in his mind. The collar and blue eyes are easy… he’d read somewhere that white-furred blue-eyed cats are usually deaf, but he’s not sure if that’s actually true or just a feline legend. Getting the exact pattern of ginger-striping right is more challenging, and when he looks back to compare he realizes he’d gotten it wrong. No surprise, really… that’s why he practices.
He’s been vaguely listening to Sebastian’s words crawl by, and takes a subjective moment to review them… but really, it’s just more of the kind of advice his dad would give him: slow down, take it easy, let it go, don’t get involved. He even kinda looks like Dad.
Very practical advice, no doubt. Except it’s not like Andy’s the one starting this fight, and the alternative to doing something about it is to let the X-Men keep rotting in concentration camps and no way is that the right thing to do. And, sure, he’d much rather have a super-powered army backing him up, but, well, you go in with the team you have, not the team you wish you had.
But one thing seems sure: Sebastian isn’t going to be part of that team. Which, OK… Andy can accept that. Just because Sebastian’s a mutant doesn’t mean he’s under any obligation to help out other mutants, much as Andy might want him to. So, when it seems fairly clear Sebastian is done talking, he nods as slowly as he can and carefully enunciates his reply.
"Thanks… for… the… advice." The shrug that follows it is reflexive, and probably comes off as a blurry twitch. "Got… to… try." He turns back to Naveed then and adds. "You?"
Kitra sighed as she moved through central park. She wore a long dark green trench-coat, specially made for her. It covered her from her lower neck to her ankles. She had finally gotten away from the labs....to the most part. She was being followed, via watch signal and guards from the labs. She was hoping to find a kitten or cat, whichever found her first. If she didn't find one on the streets she would head to the pound. She lifted her head a bit to survey the park and saw a few people apparantly chatting over near a bench. And one of them had a cat on their shoulder....'Kitty!' Her frown turned into a small grin as she made her way over to the group.
"Excuse me Sir. Is that your cat?" Kitra pointed to the cat on (Sebastian) the distungished guy's shoulder. She smiled sheepishly, "Sorry if I'm being straightforward. I'm looking for a cat myself and he seems to be a beauty." She shuffled her feet a bit, realizing that she may have made a huge mistake. These people may not be friendly. If they weren't, well she would have to deal with the consiquences of her actions. " All types of cats, well they're my favorite creature."