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 Gemma Taylor on Aug 28, 2012 18:06:11 GMT -6
Adapted
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Married to Jorge Cervantes
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>>"So, as a parent... how would you react if a son actually ran away from you? Say, he's doing all right with you and then one day you both have a big argument and then... he runs off. No calls. No e-mails. He just... takes off. Would you be mad at him?"
Gemma considered the question for a moment. Val and Laurent had been teenagers not so long ago, and even with a devoted mother like her, arguments were inevitable. She was lucky her kids never got into serious trouble.
"No" she said slowly "No I would not. I would be worried." she looked at Miles, letting him know she was serious "I would be worried sick, hoping he is okay, and I would not even care where he had been as long as he comes home safe."
That was what most parents felt like, anyway. Definitely what Miles needed to hear.
"Miles, you can stay in the school if you want to, but you have to let your family know where you are. You are a mutant, and this is the best place you can be away from home, but we can't keep you safe if your family is searching for you. That is bad for the school, and bad for you and your family. Do you understand what I am saying?..."
MIles face reddened as Mrs. Taylor said how worried she'd be if any of her sons ran away and he immediately lowered his eyes again when she told him he just plain HAD to contact his parents. Deep down he knew what he had done and was still doing was flat out wrong, but he just hadn't had the courage to write them back, fearing the repercussions.
Once he settled in Sanctuary he had tried, but it was too soon yet. He'd started an e-mail with "Dear mom and dad:" but then he remembered all the things his father had said, how he had tried to get rid of the dogs, how he had berated him and made the whole journey all the way to New York a completely miserable experience. He'd then change the e-mail's heading to "Dear mom:" but then he'd remember her leaving the house with his sister, choosing to do that over staying home while his 'demonic' dogs were in the back yard, regardless that she was leaving her son behind. He pretty much felt tempted to start the e-mail with "You people:" but then he'd get all angry at them and at himself, so the e-mail got deleted before he typed anything he'd regret.
"I understand" he said, in a voice that was more of a mumble than a coherent sentence, but then he started to speak clearly. "It's just... when my mutation struck, they were... apalled. Mom left the house and my father called his dad and he brought a shotgun to kill my dogs" he said, starting to vent old frustrations he had carried with him since that day. "MY dogs! Not theirs, MINE!"
Miles stood up. His breath was starting to sound a tad agitated.
"They brought me to New York hoping to cure me, like I had the flu instead of a genetic curse. We argued all the way through! Dad kept trying to make choices for me, 'Lose the dogs, Miles! Get rid of them or you'll never be normal again' he said, but the dogs were my responsibility. I CREATED THEM! I BROUGHT THEM BACK TO LIFE! My guilt! My burden and my choice!"
The boy was gesturing with arms and hands as he rasied his voice. They were angry gestures and he wasn't even looking at Mrs. Taylor as his mind was flooding back to those memories. These were personal family issues he'd kept bottled within and tried not to think about them too much because he suspected his mutation was triggered by emotions, but guess what? Mrs. Taylor was an adapted. He could wail and flail all he wanted and absolutely nothing would happen with his powers.
"It's hard to want to call back a father who blames you for losing his job! I was his eldest, his 'Dr. Haxton', he was so proud of me and then one day, BAM! Mutation hits and I'm unwanted and unloved like nipples in a Batman costume! It's just not fair!"
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Sept 6, 2012 15:58:19 GMT -6
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Married to Jorge Cervantes
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Mirroroni
>>"I understand. It's just... when my mutation struck, they were... apalled. Mom left the house and my father called his dad and he brought a shotgun to kill my dogs. MY dogs! Not theirs, MINE!"
The boy was upset, and from his point of view, he had every right to be. Gemma knew better than to pass judgement; she had seen this situation enough in her life to know it was not uncommon. She let Miles vent, giving her more details to work with. He needed to get it out.
>>"They brought me to New York hoping to cure me, like I had the flu instead of a genetic curse. We argued all the way through! Dad kept trying to make choices for me, 'Lose the dogs, Miles! Get rid of them or you'll never be normal again' he said, but the dogs were my responsibility. I CREATED THEM! I BROUGHT THEM BACK TO LIFE! My guilt! My burden and my choice!"
He was pacing now, and Gemma sat, watching him, showing him through posture and looks that her whole attention was his. Putting his feelings into words was the first step for them to start working together.
>>"It's hard to want to call back a father who blames you for losing his job! I was his eldest, his 'Dr. Haxton', he was so proud of me and then one day, BAM! Mutation hits and I'm unwanted and unloved like nipples in a Batman costume! It's just not fair!"
"It is not" she agreed more quietly, looking up at the boy who momentarily ran out of breath and was overwhelmed by emotions. "You are not responsible for your father's actions or expectations. You already said that. This is your life and your choice. Mutation is not a curse, or a gift. It is something that is part of you. You don't need a cure for it, and anyone who tells you otherwise needs to learn. Many people, like your parents, are afraid of mutants because they don't know anything about them. Things they don't know scare people, and they lash out to keep the fear away. But in the end, you are still their child, and it does not matter what your job is going to be when you grow up."
She motioned for him to sit back down.
"From what you are saying it seems to me your parents do care about you a lot, Miles. They just don't understand what is happening to you, and they are scared, mostly for you and your future. As I said, no one is going to make you leave here if you don't want to. But maybe we could meet them, and talk about this together."
Every word she said, every single one, hit the nail right on the head, to the point Miles felt his rant immediately lose steam. It was like preaching to the choir and not only did she understand his situation and his position but she made him realize his own parent's situation as well. She made him put himself in their shoes. How would HE, Miles himself, as a normal human, react if his son had turned out to be a mutant? Would he have understood? He understood NOW that he was one of them, but if he were a normal human with pretty much zero experience with mutants... would his reaction be that different from his father?
She offered him his seat back as she continued to explain to him in calm tones what his parents were probably going through and it made so much sense. For all the time he had spent restless nights and talking about his problems with his dogs, not once had he bothered to understand what his old man was thinking and why. All the insults, the anger and the constant pushing to get rid of the dogs was mostly because he was worried about his son and Miles, in his teenage wisdom, had seen it all as personal attacks. Miles had been so fricking stubborn about keeping his dogs that he had simply stopped listening to reason and when his dad blamed him for losing his job... that was a man tired of fighting and frustrated with his failures. A father who didn't love him or cared for him wouldn't even have bothered to take him to New York, he would have kicked him out of the house and been done with that.
Miles flopped back to his seat, feeling deflated. Realizing all of this just made him feel more guilty. He leaned forward and covered his face in his own hands as he felt his eyes grow wet but he blinked and pushed the tears back, an instinctive mechanism he had developed after he'd turned his dogs. Tears were a prelude of bad things to come and he made conscious efforts to never do it for as long as possible, despite sitting next to an adapted.
Your parents wanted to help you Miles, in their own misguided way. They were scared not just of your dogs, but for you as well. You wanted them to understand, but how could they possibly do that? One day you're their sweet boy and the next, you're raising demon dogs from the grave. They gave you a choice, Miles. Stay with us. Be one of us, your kith and kin, your own blood.
You chose the dogs. How could they not feel angry with that?
Mrs. Taylor reassured him he didn't need to leave if he didn't want to and offered her help if he wanted to talk with his parents, but Miles lowered his hands and shook his head.
"No. You're right about everything..." he said " ...and I do need to talk to them but it has to be on my own terms. If I show up with a counselor it's, like, you know, like I don't trust them anymore. Like I'm shielding myself behind you. They're not unreasonable people, they're just... ignorant" he added with a shrug of his shoulders. "I'll talk to them, I'll set them straight and if they refuse to understand, I can always point them your way but I'd like to talk to them first, mostly to... to apologize."
Miles lowered his gaze and fidgeted his fingers again.
"They may be scared and clueless, like you said, but... I've been selfish and stubborn myself. You said people lash out at what they fear and don't understand but... I lashed back as well, since I fear and don't understand my own mutation in full. I guess it's time for me... to make amends".
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Sept 11, 2012 11:11:29 GMT -6
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>>"No. You're right about everything...and I do need to talk to them but it has to be on my own terms. If I show up with a counselor it's, like, you know, like I don't trust them anymore. Like I'm shielding myself behind you. They're not unreasonable people, they're just... ignorant"
Gemma nodded. Miles was working this out on his own; she merely gave him the starting push, and he was smart enough to follow up. It was good to know. The more she listened to the boy the more she learned about him, and he was a smart boy indeed.
>> "I'll talk to them, I'll set them straight and if they refuse to understand, I can always point them your way but I'd like to talk to them first, mostly to... to apologize."
She nodded again. Meeting them halfway was probably the best he could do with parents that were scared and worried sick. She did not usually make kids apologize, especially for mutations, but if Miles felt like he needed to do it, she was not going to argue with him.
>>"They may be scared and clueless, like you said, but... I've been selfish and stubborn myself. You said people lash out at what they fear and don't understand but... I lashed back as well, since I fear and don't understand my own mutation in full. I guess it's time for me... to make amends".
"That is your decision." she smiled at Miles as she stood "I am glad I could help. Whenever you need something, anything, you know where to find me." she looked at him, at the dogs, then back at him. "I am glad we got to talk, and thank you for trusting me with this."
Miles stood up, a tad thoughtful but with a small smile on his face. She had been quite helpful and he was glad he had managed to open up to her in such a way. She let him know her door was always open whenever he needed it and when she thanked him for trusting her, the boy shook his head a little.
"No. Thank YOU for listening to me and helping me realize some things, Mrs. Tay..." he cut himself short before finishing the sentence. Then he smiled and nodded, as if bowing his head in respect to her.
"... Mama T" he finished.
He then turned and headed towards the door. The moment he walked out of the woman's mutation nullifying influence, his limp dogs sprang back to life, their eyes shone red again and recovered from their stupor. It was still an odd thing to see and clear proof that the dogs were connected to him, or more like they were a part of him.
"I'll keep you updated as soon as I talk to my parents" he said, while opening the door and letting his thralls out. "If things work out well between us, I don't think I'm going anywhere. And once again... thank you."
Without much further ado, the boy walked himself out the door.