The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Sarah's mind was starting to go in and out. She could barely understand what was going on, but she tried to at least stay awake.
>>“...grab my stuff...call the cops...an ambulance...doctor...a compress...A coat...”
The words were jumbled. Sarah tried to understand them. Compress. She understood that one. The dizzy woman took her jacket from around her waist and tried to tie it onto her shoulder, to stop the bleeding.
When the other female returned, she tried harder to focus on her words.
>>“Come on.”
Sarah understood that one.
>>“...some shopkeepers...wait for help.”
That was a little more confusing. Something about shopkeepers and help. THere was a vague rememberance of her new friend saying something about the police and something else. Shopkeeper meant help.
Sarah followed the other female as best she could. She was wobbly on her feet. She must have lost a lot more blood than she thought. That or it was combined with her already tired body and adrenaline crash. 'Just stay awake until you have someone looking at your shoulder.'
They were entering a shop now. Sarah's vision and hearing blurred for a moment before she regained them. There was a woman, probably the shop owner, talking to the other girl.
>>“...tried to mug her...was shot...call the cops...”
Her vision swam again, but her hearing stayed. Sarah reached out for something to balance her. She thought she grabbed the other girl's shoulder, but she wasn't too sure.
"I think I should sit down. My vision is...," she paused as she tried to stay on her feet, "not there." As Sarah thought of it, she hoped the other girl wasn't hurt. Taking care of one while you weren't well isn't easy.
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"Have her sit down," the shopkeeper instructed, while awaiting an answer on the phone. She turned her attention towards the back of the store, "Alex? ALEX! Grab some paper towels! And normal towels! We got a girl bleedin' all over the place."
The woman paused, and then redirected her attention to the phone, "Yes, hello-- I have a couple of girls here, apparently some guys tried to mug them and one of them got shot-- my location?" the lady rattled off the name of the store and the address, "Please hurry. Yes, thank you."
Meanwhile, Gina had caught the girls arm and was guiding her to a seat. The shopkeeper hung up her phone, returned to the girls with Alex accomapnying her.
"Stay with us, honey," the shopkeeper urged her, "Alex, help stop the bleeding, come here."
Meanwhile, Gina stepped back and flipped open her cell phone, dialing the DocProf. hastily. After a few minutes, the DocProf answered, and Gina addressed him.
"Doc? It's Gina," she greeted, "Can I ask you a huge favor?"
(ooc: If you want to do a timeskip-type thing and fast-forward to when all the help's arriving, that'd be fine with me. Or else we're going to be playing-out the waiting game. And you can either imply that the DocProf shows up, or I'll just bring him in during my next post)
Someone was trying to stop the bleeding. It seemed more blood than it should have been. Sarah wondered, in the part of her brain that had some sense to it, if the bullet had hit something major.
She felt her body and mind blank.
Then she was coherent again. Men in police uniforms were around the shop. They were asking questions. Someone was waving a light in her face. She blinked a few times before she felt her mind slip again.
'How many times am I going to black out?'[/color] Sarah asked herself when she became aware. She felt better but she had a slight headache.
"Can I have some water?" she asked weakly.
She felt a cup be placed on her lips and then water enter her slightly opened mouth. When she had her fill she opened her eyes. The headache was still there. She looked around for a familiar face, hopefully the winged woman from before.
When Sarah spotted her, she smiled, though it was weak. "Guess I've been out for a bit. Where are we?"
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Gina had lingered about for the events that unfolded. The call had been made to the 911-operator, and within moments, paramedics and police officers had been dispatched to the store. The shopkeepers tended to the wounded woman, with minor assistance from the gargoyle, up until the true help arrived. The blood loss had been significant, and surgery would probably be neccesary, but Gina had insisted that, so long as they stopped the bleeding, a healer was on the way. All they needed to do was stop the bleeding.
Whilst the paramedics tended to the young woman-- Sarah, they determined, by the identification that she had on her persons-- Gina spoke with the police officers about what had happened, and Gina told them it all. About trying to get directions from her, taking to the roof while calling Agnes, and then intervening when the goons attacked. She even told them of the gun that she'd snatched from the attackers and deposited upon the roof. Sarah came around just as the officers were about finished with the young gargoyle.
"The shop you and Miss Schuyler retreated to after the attempted robbery," one of the paramedic team replied.
"The healer's almost here," Gina chirped, stepping away from the officers as they exchanged thanks and a few of them went to the building next-door to retrieve the gun. She was surveying the screen of her cell phone, which frankly said that the DocProf was only a few blocks out. Gina closed her cell phone and turned her attention to the girl, "How's the shoulder?"
>>"The shop you and Miss Schuyler retreated to after the attempted robbery."
Sarah felt her eyes roll at the wording the paramedic used. 'Robbery doesn't even begin to describe what those men wanted.'
She was glad to know the other girl's doctor friend was on the way. Sarah didn't know what she'd do if the other girl hadn't been so calm. The brunette blinked and tried to focus. Her brain wasn't cooperating. Her vision wasn't disappearing though. That was good. Her mind just wasn't wanting to focus on certain things, the things she wanted it to focus on.
"I feel better. Not as loopy as before. I can't feel my shoulder so I really don't know." Sarah tried to laugh about the whole situation. Her troat hurt though, probably related to the lack of blood. She wondered if she could get some more water.
She heard one of the officers raise their voice. She couldn't pick out words though. They were trying to do something. It was close to the front of the shop. Sounded like someone wanted in and the cops weren't having it.
"I think your friend is here. Might wanna go make sure the cops don't shoot him," Sarah suggested. The voices weren't loud enough for her to make things out, but she could get the main gist.
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As Sarah confessed that she was feeling better, a little less loopy, and couldn't feel her shoulder, Gina smiled openly at the other girl.
"Be grateful for that," Gina said with a nod, "Gunshot wounds are a nasty business."
Before she could elaborate, there was a shout and a clamor of voices. Through the din and Sarah's groggy observation, Gina could hear a familiar, placid voice cutting through the noise.
"Please, sir," the DocProf interjected, his voice gently cutting-in, "I'm the doctor that they were expecting. A healer, sir."
"That'd be him," Gina agreed, turning and strolling towards the front door. She parted the crowd with ease, and migrated towards the door.
"It's okay," Gina explained, "He's the doctor at my school, the man I was expecting. DocProf, good to see you."
"I see you too often," the DocProf chuckled, stepping past the officers, "Where is she?"
"Back here," Gina replied, "Follow me."
Gina led the DocProf towards Sarah, stepping asside once they were closer.
"This is the DocProf," Gina introduced, gesturing aside to the elderly man, who nodded his head in greeting, "DocProf, this is--" she then gestured to the girl. Gina technically shouldn't have known her name, so would leave it to the girl to introduce herself.
Sarah watched the girl go to the front with hazy eyes. She looked around the shop and spotted a bottle of water lying on the ground next to her. It was opened and had some missing. The young woman's mind put the pieces together that the bottle was what she had been drinking out of. She lifted it off the floor and drank some of the water. When her new friend returned, Sarah looked behind her at the elderly man.
>>"This is the DocProf. DocProf, this is--"
"Sarah Jackson. It's nice to meet you," she introduced herself. "Sorry about all this though."
Sarah set the bottle on the floor and looked down. She suddenly felt silly for letting herself get hurt. 'At least it wasn't too bad. It could have been worse.' she reminded herself.
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"Nice to meet you as well, Sarah," the DocProf replied, a smile touching his features. When the girl apologized, he DocProf shrugged a shoulder, tilting his head to the side, and Gina stepped back while the two of them spoke.
"I'm not sure how much Gina has told you," the DocProf explained, "Or how much you remember-- but I make it customary to inform people who do not attend Xavier's of how my power works, prior to using it."
DocProf cleared his throat, kneeling down to Sarah's level despite the protest of his knees.
"I am a healer," he said frankly, "My mutation entails me touching the site of the injury-- my hands will glow yellow and I will relive whatever event led you to getting the injury. I've been told that the area surrounding the injury usually feels warm during this. And, once I am done seeing the past, I'll start to heal you. Is that relatively clear?"
If the girl said no, the DocProf would rephrase and attempt to explain in simpler terms, but if she said yes, he'd merely continue-on with asking for permission.
Sarah listened as best she could to DocProf while he explained his mutation. It seemed simple enough. He'd touch her shoulder, see what happened, then heal it.
"I think I understand," Sarah answered.
>>"Is it okay if I heal you?"
Sarah nodded. "What ever you need to do."
DocProf nodded at her and started to take off the bandages the paramedics put on. When they were fully off, the brunette could see the blood on the under side of the white bandage. DocProf looked down at the injury before placing his hands on it.
A yellowish glow caught Sarah's eye before she felt a warmth spread from her shoulder out. It was strange and comforting all at the same time. Sarah kept her eyes focused on the other girl. She was hoping to keep her mind off of the slowly fading pain.
When the pain was completely gone, she noticed DocProf move away from her. "Thank you," she smiled. The pain was gone and she felt a lot better now that she wasn't feeling numb.
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Gina stood back as DocProf worked his magic on the wounds, folding her arms casually as she watched. It was interesting to watch him heal, and to not be on the receiving end of such a gift. Sarah glanced her way, and Gina smiled in response. Mutations were easily handled when they weren’t visible.
DocProf finished his work and stepped back, leaving an exposed and unwounded shoulder. The girl offered her thanks, and the DocProf held up a modest hand.
“Any time, dear,” he answered, “You’re lucky the wound wasn’t too deep.”
He looked towards Gina pointedly, and Gina gave a baleful grin, “What are you doing out so late? Do you need a ride?”
“Yes, please,” Gina murmured shyly.
DocProf looked towards Sarah, “I was raised in a time and a place where decorum meant giving girls rides home, particularly when recently-injured. Where do you need to go?”
It wasn’t a question, it was doctors’ orders. Sarah would have to be reeeeally convincing to let DocProf have her show herself home.
Sarah nodded her head at DocProf when he told her the simplty of her injury: not that serious. Then he was giving... The other girl a ride. She realized she had yet to learn the girl's name. Kind of a rude this to do, not ask for someone's name.
>>“I was raised in a time and a place where decorum meant giving girls rides home, particularly when recently-injured. Where do you need to go?”
The brunette blinked before nodding. She usually walked, but it wouldn't hurt to get a ride. She was still tired and wouldn't mind the quick way home.
"That would be great. Thank you. I just want to go home," she smiled as she stood.
She was a little shaky, but was able to keep upright now that her brain wasn't going in and out. DocProf seemed ready to grab her if her equilibrium failed. When he knew she wasn't going to fall over, DocProf headed for the door. His pace was slow enough for the girls to follow but quick to let Sarah know he didn't want to stay in the area much longer.
"I think I learned a lesson today," Sarah stated towards the gray skinned girl. It was a simple statement, but it held a lot of weight to the young woman. "And I am truly sorry about before. I wasn't the kindest person when we first met."
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Gina nodded her head, and gave a quiet, “Hope you’ve got a big back seat.”
It was one of the down-sides of always being winged. It was hard to fit in certain places. They gave the officers their contact information, and after brief conversation, headed for the door. DocProf walked in-step with his patient, Sarah, and Gina brought up the rear.
>> "I think I learned a lesson today. And I am truly sorry about before. I wasn't the kindest person when we first met."
Gina shouldered a shrug, and gave a cool smile.
“No offense taken,” she assured the girl, “You weren’t the first person to be quick to judge, and you won’t be the last.”
They stepped outside, cool air whipping around the trio. DocProf directed the girls towards his car, which was parked a few car-lengths away from the door, behind the emergency vehicles that had arrived at the scene.
“I’ll take back,” Gina announced, “Wings make riding shotgun very cramped.”
>>“No offense taken. You weren’t the first person to be quick to judge, and you won’t be the last.”
Sarah smiled wryly. It wasn't something the woman wanted to hear. The girl was kind and didn't deserve the way people seemed to treat her, herself included. There seemed to be a problem with the usually kind woman because Sarah knew she wouldn't usually act the way she had.
"It doesn't excuse my behavior," she stated as she walked to the front of the car. The gray skinned girl had already called the back. "I'd like to make it up to you if I could. I've caused you a lot of trouble tonight and would like to make up for it."
After the girls were buckled, DocProf started the car and began the slow journey out of the area. Police were around and it was slow going to the main streets.
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>> "It doesn't excuse my behavior. I'd like to make it up to you if I could. I've caused you a lot of trouble tonight and would like to make up for it."
Gina shouldered another shrug, giving Sarah another placid smile, “It was nothing, really—your payment can be this—next time a mutant asks for directions, don’t bolt into a dark alleyway to avoid giving them. We’re magnets for thugs.”
Gina spilled into the back seat awkwardly, her wings folding beneath and around her. Thank goodness that the structures that supported the membranes were mostly cartilaginous. It made clambering to backseats slightly less painful. Gina wriggled in from the sidewalk-side door, towards the side behind the driver’s seat, sliding up against the window. DocProf clambered in through his door, buckling his seatbelt and starting the key in the ignition.
“Please don’t make any sudden stops or fast turns,” Gina murmured.
“Gina, please,” the DocProf laughed paternally, “I’m an old man. What would make you think that I drive erratically?”
“Emergency situations?” Gina suggested.
The DocProf chuckled, before turning his attention to Sarah and politely inquiring, “Whereabouts am I going, Miss?”
>>“It was nothing, really—your payment can be this—next time a mutant asks for directions, don’t bolt into a dark alleyway to avoid giving them. We’re magnets for thugs.”
Sarah couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up from her lips. Soon though, she sobered. She waited until the girl was settled and she and DocProf speak for a bit. When the older man asked her where to go, the brunette gave her address.
"I am really sorry about all of this," she told the two mutants. "Thank you for all you've done for me. I don't deserve your kindness."
The human woman felt horrible for her actions. She knew her appologies weren't going to be enough to have her actions forgiven. She still couldn't figure out why she had run the way she had. She had been taught better than that. Her parents made sure she would treat everyone equal, until they proved they needed a different response.
Sarah watched the world through the window, trying to think of some way to make it up. The simple thing the girl asked didn't feel like enough to her.
"Hey," she called into the backseat. "What's your favorite color and object?"