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.
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Posted by Verdigris on Apr 19, 2010 5:02:11 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Verdigris watched the man disappear into the darker area of the library. His boot-steps faded into the distance and she turned to her friend. She didn’t seem too hurt, or even too upset, but not being able to see her eyes made it difficult to tell. Glancing left and right she winked at her friend and blew a quick kiss towards the ground.
“Ready to go to bed now?”
For there was nothing better after a late-night adventure than a nice long sleep, or icecream, at the right time of year. Autumn was not the right time of year. Summer, yes, spring, possibly, winter, definitely not.
She glanced the direction the man had stomped off in.
“Weird guy. Lucky he came along though, otherwise we would have had to figure out how to balance while sleeping. Or not sleep at all.”
In her time in NYC she had had her fair share of sleepless nights, but it didn’t make them any more desirable. Especially not when a bed was waiting, she didn’t even have to wait in line for this one, or put up with meaningful glances from well-meaning youth counselling staff.
Bring on the bedroom, roomie and all. Especially roomie. Hopefully any snores would go unnoticed in the over-tired slumber soon to come.
Posted by Verdigris on Apr 15, 2010 3:57:25 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Verdigris shoved her hands into her pockets and sighed. Another job application rejected in the first few minutes, again for the same reason ‘no permanent address, no job’. Why she needed a permanent address was beyond her. Having a place to return to every night surely didn’t on her working capabilities, but apparently it was so. The fact that she needed a steady, solid income before she could even think about thinking about renting an apartment, or even a loft-style room, so often advertised as ‘artist studios’, basically a clean attic with electricity (sometimes).
Adding to the complications was the fact she really didn’t want to produce ID. At least until her photo stopped doing rounds on the milk cartons. Her hair was short now, and green, so she was fairly sure there were enough differences that she would not be immediately recognised as the long-haired girl grinning awkwardly at the lens, black wavy hair past the shoulders pinned back with a frangipanni behind her ear.
Her name, however, was fairly unique, and the kind that- while you may be unable to pronounce it from reading, or write it after hearing it- sticks in your head, to rise with certain triggers, such as hearing or reading it. She was yet to find a resteraunt that was small enough, or had an owner who spoke little enough English and was desperate enough, to employ her without a full name, permanent residence and resume to boot.
Posted by Verdigris on Apr 15, 2010 3:54:29 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
The fight really seemed to have started over nothing. Someone had a larger hunk of thinly margarined bread, or their plastic spoon had a longer handle. Whatever it was triggered by, it soon escalated from words to actions. Pushing and shoving took the place of ‘civilised’ discussion in the form of name calling and more than one polystyrene cup of soup was spilled.
The pimple-faced teens that served them- clocking in hours for “volunteer work” to complete some certificate or other- didn’t know what to do, and the manager had a strict policy of observation only. He would be happy to report who was involved or at fault once the police arrived, but until then he could be counted on to keep his long bony nose right out of the way of any fists, elbows, shopping bags or other assorted items that could be classed as weapons. Including the plastic spoons, long or short handled.
Verdy was peacefully eating her re-hydrated peas and chopped carrots soup when the first insult was thrown. She observed in silence as one of the regulars- a large woman with few browning teeth and poor hygiene habits, if any, known only as ‘Bes’- challenged a newer member.
Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but Verdy was sure his eyes were an unnatural shade of orange. The knife appeared quickly in his hands and was stroked, almost lovingly, between his calloused fingers. Bes, soon joined by other restless regulars began name-dropping. The prefix ‘X’ was thrown around a bit, as were a few more… colourful… words to describe him. Apparently ‘freak’ was the one to hit the mark though and the man who had carelessly dropped it into the insults was quickly writhing on the floor without even being touched. He strained against some sort of invisible bonds and yanked at his hair as if the roots were burning his scalp. Verdigris felt quite sick as he squirmed, powerless and unprotected- but noted the way the others had backed away from the newcomer with the orange eyes. His place in the pack would surely soon be secured. As he continued playing with his blade she quietly picked up her bag and escorted her cup of soup elsewhere. The police would be arriving soon, no need to risk being recognised.
Posted by Verdigris on Apr 15, 2010 3:53:35 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
“I can only roster you in for tonight, then you’ll have to wait in line with everyone else I’m afraid.”
The woman was kind, but had the slightly washed out look of a dishcloth that had mopped up too many accidents in its life in the kitchen. Verdy wondered how many “accidents” this woman had dealt with.
She gave no name, even when the woman asked, but she didn’t press the issue. She marked the section ‘green haired girl’ on her list of who had each room.
“We can’t let you in before six o’clock pm, or after ten thirty. You have to be out by 11am. No drugs or alcohol within the premise and smoking is only permitted in the marked outside courtyard. If a staff member suspects drugs, weapons or alcohol on your person a police officer will be informed.”
The woman seemed well rehearsed in her speech, the type who enters with a passion, altering her spiel individually for each person, who was beaten down a few times and stayed out of pure stubbornness. Her eyes flickered to Verdy’s hair before continuing.
“If you have an active X-gene you are requested to do all in your power to refrain from any injury or interference with the property, staff and other lodgers. If a disturbance occurs a police officer specialising in mutant restraint and discipline will be called in. Any questions?”
Verdigris (inwardly thankful this was a x-gene accepting hostel, run by a mutant sympathiser) merely asked where she might find a meal for a relatively low price.
After receiving advice, directions and a map, Verdy began the walk towards the place the woman had indicated, the lines- she had warned her- could get quite long and, if possible, it was better to get there early to get a place.
Rolling her shoulders beneath the relatively new bag-straps she sighed and trudged along the street. Her immediate plan had been to get out of Hawaii, and New York seemed like a good place to loose yourself.
She was lost, now what?
She consulted the map. It would seem that for the next little while at least, simply surviving would take up much of her time.
Posted by Verdigris on Apr 15, 2010 3:52:37 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Fall/Winter, 2006.
Verdigris clutched her backpack tightly on her lap. She hadn’t thought to pack something to do on the plane and the price of her ticket didn’t really entitle her to ask the flight attendant for anything. The magazine in front of her was dog-eared and the puzzles had been filled in with a red biro. She only flicked through it once, the articles didn’t interest her, the puzzles were completed and the coupon for the prize advertised on the front had already been torn out and pocketed.
Her palms itched.
She was determined not to fire something accidentally across the plane so she clutched the edges of her bag until the tips of her fingers drained white and bloodless. They were still white from her fingernails to the knuckles when the plane landed in New York.
Large cards with names printed or scrawled across them dotted the foyer. Couples embraced and children held their parents close.
No one was waiting for her.
Few people knew she had left, fewer knew she had arrived. None, in fact. She fingered the wallet in her pocket. Two hundred and fifty dollars wouldn’t go too far on the streets and she resolved to visit the nearest information centre and find a map, then figure out where the nearest hostel was. She would have to get used to relying on others for certain things. Were there soup kitchens in New York? She was fairly sure there would be. Wherever there were cities there were homeless, usually where there were homeless there was some form of shelter available to them. So she hoped.
Posted by Verdigris on Apr 11, 2010 6:39:18 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
I will be visiting my grandparents with my family for the next three days and will have no access to the internet. I will do my best to fix up a few solo timeline-fixers while I’m away however and hope to return to full posting force on Thursday or Friday. Verdy
Under the Willow tree In which Verdy meets Andy and much donuts and talking like pirates ensues. Signs (Solo) In which Verdy is invited to a wedding. Mission:Wedding The wedding, in which she meets and is employed by Slate. Honey I'm Home In which Verdy is assigned a room with Andy in the Mansion by Shin. Knock, knock, knocking Where Verdy moves into Andy's room and an adventure atop library bookshelves follows.
Sink or Swim In which Verdy and Slate begin creating a childhood for him. (Died? Calley=away.) Sir? Your face is leaking In which Verdy attempts to comfort a heartbroken Cafas Shop, drop, roll. In which she meets Elli and flings paper everywhere. (died) Party like its cookie-cookie time When a cookie recipe for 30 turns into 100, in which she makes some new friends. (died)
Birthday Parties and Further Friending[/u] First Day at the NYPD In which Verdy meets Jorge Birthday for a Friend In which a surprise party is thrown and Verdy is surprised (naturally) (Died?) The End as We Know it! Meeting Carrick again, bullying and distracting ravens. (Died) Confrontation's in the Park Where morality and genecism are the topics of the day. (Died) Falling for the Phone In which a cheeky dying phone trips Verdy and she meets Andrew. >> Have at Thee, Dog in which Andrew and Verdy go shopping for doggy acessories >> Dog for a Duo picking out Jack. Too Darn Hot A heatwave forces Verdy to hunt for ice, and meet the ice manipulator, Sam. TerrorFest:ZombieVille A night in the park on all hallow's eve in pirate costume leads to interesting times. Tangled and entwined In which Andrew and Verdy meet up with Jorge by accident and embarrassment ensues. Just a Feeling In which Andrew 'friend-zones' Verdy Bring on the Boxing In which Jorge, Verdy and Andrew spend some time at the gym. O Tannenbaum Hugemungous christmas thread, was only involved for a few posts. Prelude to Resolution Verdy attends Andrew's trial as moral support. Temporary Ending Andrew's verdict is delivered and Verdy tries not to step on manly-talk-toes. Bun in the Conclusion Jumping Oven Verdy discovers Andrea's cryptic note on why she left, and forms her own conclusion as to why. Verbal bashings of Saph included. Fried assignments Self-explanitory Solo. A Most Addictive Substance Locke and Verdy meet in a coffee shop. April Flowers, May showers, June...bugs? Verdy meets Pheonix mid undies-dance. Happy Birthday :/ The timeline went a little weird on this one, but has been hand-waved as 'meh'-worthy. A stitch in time, wastes said time A sneaky way to explain away my absence, in which Verdy knits a blankie (solo) All that Jazz Flirting in the bar with Xavia Its beginning to look a lot like Christmas Another solo attempt to get back into the post mines. Graceful Introductions A tangled lead leads Lydia and Verdy together. Reflections. Verdy misses Andrea (solo) Get a job you bum! Meant to be Verdy/Cafas, ended up being a solo and Verdy/Cafas jobbing happened in Reflections in which Verdy and Cafas organise her working for him. A little problem practically a solo in a larger thread…. Verdy was reversed in age to 12 for a single post, RL took over and it never went further than that. Bookish (solo) in which Verdy confronts her fear of being recognised in the library and goes to collect some books on swords. Old friend In which Andy comes back! And there is hugging and lasagne and snakes Tucked Away (AoS) Cafas comes to visit Verdy in what used to be the sword shop, which is where she and Jack live post-apocalyptic-style.
Posted by Verdigris on Apr 11, 2010 3:50:41 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
The boy stiffened as she hugged him, but didn’t cease the sobs. His sniffles seemed shallower as well, like he smelled something strange. She inhaled quietly, he smelled like chlorine, and a bit salty but that was probably the tears, she smelled like shampoo and a moisturising lotion she was trying out. It made her skin feel weird and smelled faintly like strawberries. He pulled away from her and dropped onto the bed.
She watched as his eyes seemed to glaze over, perhaps it was just tears filling his eyes. She looked around at the room, spotlessness glared back at her from all directions. The overly sanitised smell made her head hurt and she flicked the switch that turned on the overhead fan. With all those cleaning products and paint, it was a wonder the boy was still conscious, the open window helped with the fumes, as did the now slowly rotating fan but still it was enough to make anyone’s eyes water. The second bed was empty, perhaps he was expecting a new roommate, losing the ownership of a room didn’t seem like something to be so distraught about though. Perhaps his last roommate had been injured, or died, or- or- or something.
How does one go about cheering someone they hardly know up?
She rummaged through her pockets, surely there was something- ah-ha! She pulled out a half eaten bag of jelly-beans and sat down beside the General on the bed. Popping a purple sweet into her mouth she offered the bag to the young man.
“Here, have some. They might make you feel a little better, or at least work out how to fix things…”
Could you fix your roommate being dead? The loss of Andy would definitely shake her, she might ask to move rooms so as to not see all the places and things they had shared, but a complete cleansing of the room was a little overboard.
Unless said roomie had come to a sticky end in said room. She glanced at the general and tried to recall if his mutation had anything to do with exploding people. She was fairly sure it wasn’t. Still, the roommate could have done it to themselves. She felt a little ill just thinking about it.
“I live just up the hallway, you’re most welcome to come and… visit if you need to get out for a bit.”
She would have said ‘stay’, but without consultation with her green-skinned friend and the rules on mixed genders sharing rooms she couldn’t promise anything.
“And you can have a whole lot of showers before you leave so you’re clean to come back.”
Provided he brought his own towel and clothes and was fully clothes before and after leaving the bathroom. Hospitality was all well and good, but it had its limits. Nudity overstepped that line.
Posted by Verdigris on Apr 11, 2010 1:20:23 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
The blame- that wasn’t really blame- was shared between them now, even stevens, as it should be. Any anger that the man had would be shared and bore on two sets of shoulders. Thankfully the man didn’t seem to be so mad with them, he even smiled.
~~“I'm Martin. The gardener here.”
She smiled, he was a gardener, that explained the heavy gloves that shrouded his hands, also the swift location of a ladder.
“Nice to meet you.”
The man, Martin, moved the ladder in an attempt to head off, probably towards bed, which was where they all should technically be. A book- thankfully paper-backed- launched itself off the shelf and delayed their bedtime for a while with an incredibly accurate landing onto Andrea’s head. Verdy gasped.
“Andy! Are you ok?”
She had never heard of someone getting a concussion from being bonked with a paper-back, but she was fairly certain that all kinds of things happened in this place that she had never heard of.
Verdigris waited until her green friend was a fair way down the ladder before shimmying after her. She had, after all, already knocked over the last ladder, it would be better that her roommate got down far enough that she could avoid being squished under the ladder and inevitably Verdy’s body. She glanced at the floor a moment before she stepped onto it. Somehow kissing it didn’t really appeal… or seem sanitary, no matter how much of a movie-moment it would make.
~~“It was no trouble.”
Oh, that was good then, she smiled at the man. He was definitely up there on her list of favoured people now. Something that just happens with the whole rescuing thing.
~~“I am curious though as to what reasons led you two on the shelves of this section tonight.”
Hmm, yes, an explanation did seem in order. Two pyjama-clad young ladies, gallivanting about on top of that section was perhaps something out of a strange fantasy, but certainly not something you would reasonably be expected to deal with. She blushed a tiny bit, glanced at her friend and inched the tiniest step forward.
“We were looking for a book- over on the other side of the library- and then I knocked the ladder over and we were stuck on top of the shelves… we made our way here looking for another one- a ladder that is, not a book- until we found you... or you found us… or we found each other.”
On second thoughts, they would probably have to rescue the ladder at some stage from its final resting place somewhere on the lowest floor of the library. Maybe that would be an adventure for tomorrow. She smiled at the man with only a hint of awkwardness on her face.
Verdigris was yet to test out the water, but most of her previous experiences with pools led her to the conclusion that the water would, in fact, be cold. Not freezing enough that your lips would turn blue and a warm shower would feel like it was burning your flesh off, but not warm like a bath either.
“Probably a little chilly, but not too cold, once you get in it’s not so bad.”
Snapping the locker shut she walked to the edge of the pool and inspected it briefly. The water on this side of the middle was deep enough that she could easily swim without scuffing her feet along the bottom, but shallow enough that should the boss need rescuing she could drag him out. Could a healer drown? Surely he felt the same discomfort of anyone else, and water up the nose was bad no matter how quickly you could dissipate the stinging sensation. With a quick breath through the mouth and a jump she was in the water. It was slightly warmer than she had expected, apparently someone had left the water heaters on, on a low temperature. Standing so that her head and neck were exposed, her shoulders just barely underwater she lifted her hands out of the water.
“Cup your hands a little when you want to paddle like this-” she demonstrated “and you’ll have to kick your legs, bend your knees when you jump in so you don’t jar your ankles and you’ll be fine.”
She smiled encouragingly at the young man.
“and the water is actually quite warm.”
Quite a bit warmer than showers pinched in public restrooms on chilly winter days before she had entered the mansion. Best of all, being an inside pool the chances of sunburn were significantly low and there was practically no wind-chill factor at all. Perfect learning environments.
Flipsy was in her lap. Now in Rupert’s, now back in hers, now leaping off to do a victorious lap around the couch before launching back onto her lap and from there to Rupert’s. She felt a little sea-sick from all the runnings and bouncings and general fun-havings of the dog and she opted to study instead the knee of her jeans. There was a faint blood stain there, and scuffs from the cement, but mainly what drew her attention was the unbidden jiggling. It was not the same frantic tempo as the fluffy dog, it was steady, reliable, she had had it happen before. This, ladies and gentlemen, was restless leg, one of those stranger forms of hyperactivity and she stared it down until the jiggles froze under her forceful glare.
~~“Are you pathetic… little freak?"
Verdy pondered this for a moment, forgot what the question was, remembered, then pondered some more. What was the best way to answer a drunk mutant hater? If she agreed, she merely fed his superiority (or lack thereof) complex, if she disagreed, his fear of the power she contained within herself could turn him against her in a far more violent way than collar-bone jabs.
“I think… You think I am… and that sometimes I think… you think right.”
That had made quite a bit more sense in her head. So much more sense in fact that the stumbled, bumbled, slurred and otherwise fumbled sentence was delivered complete with grin.
Followed swiftly by confusion and eyebrows moving together like angry fuzzy caterpillars in a staring contest.
~~"You stole my whiskey, didn't you?"
Did she? She wasn’t entirely sure, the blurring in her head must have had some trigger and she was faintly hearing an echo of ‘drink, drink!’, so she supposed she must have had at least some of it. There were two glasses nearby, each carrying that tell-tale glisten of moisture in the bottom. After considering the question for as long as seemed reasonable she tilted her head slightly and looked at the man as levelly as she could, which would be more steady if the room and the man himself didn’t continue that annoying tipping thing they were doing.
“Borrowed, with permission, and I’ll get you another bottle… later”
Once she found or earned enough money to pay for one that is… probably only a small one though, to make up for what she had personally drunk.
Verdy felt herself pale a little as her friend stood. The bookshelf seemed to have rocked a tiny bit. She spread her arms out wide and gripped the edges of the shelf, her feet firmly in the crouched position, ready to spring across to the next shelf if this one started behaving worse.
Their rescuer seemed in a little bit of a bad mood from what she could tell by his voice. But perhaps it was just the way he spoke, or the fact he had spilled his books all over the floor. Accents could change the way a sentence was interpreted however and he was going to get them a ladder.
~~“I will be back shortly. Just stay where you are”
Barring another round of shelf-jumping to get to a more desirable location Verdy could see no reason to move from where she was balanced atop the shelf. Despite the fact the man couldn’t see her she gave a curt nod. His words would be heeded. She smiled at her friend.
“That was lucky, him passing through, it would have been awful to try and sleep up here…”
She sighed and hung her feet over the edge of the shelf, leaning back far enough to balance easily.
~~~
Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps she pulled her feet up and returned to her careful crouch. She could see the man, his gloved hands gripping the ladder, plodding purposefully to where they were waiting as per instruction.
~~“… but you will have to get here.”
Verdy watched the end of the ladder straddle the edge of the bookshelf with a relieved smile. This was good, everything was going to be ok. They were practically safe now. The ladder was on the end closer to Andrea so Verdy gave a grin and a slight bow, dipping her imaginary pirate hat.
The young man rose to his feet smoothly, -had he always been this graceful?- and clutched his little bag. She smiled at his hesitation, her own eyes could cope with the chlorine, but to eyes that were not as hardy the water would end up giving a nice set of bloodshot peepers.
“That was probably a wise move, pool-water usually makes your eyes sting.”
Although, as a healer he probably wouldn’t even be bothered by the minor discomfort suffered by first-time-swimmers. She considered the contents of his bag thoughtfully. No flip-flops…
“Next time I’d suggest bringing some kind of shower-shoes, but for now just don’t step on- or in- anything that you don’t know what it is, okay?”
She glanced at the door to the changeroom marked ‘men’. His bag wasn’t very big, and hers was much smaller than the backpack she usually carried around.
“If you go and get changed and come back out, I’ll grab us a locker to put our stuff in while we swim.”
~~~
The change out of clothes, leaving her swimwear on- to be wrestled with after the swim- was quick and she was able to organise a medium locker to leave their bags and towels in while they swam. That way they were sure to be still dry when their splashing and learning was completed for the day.
(filling in some gaps in the history)