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.
Verdy blinked, more and more Andrea was reminding her of James, the toothy grin flashed her way wasn't quite the same, but it gave her the same snort-chuckle feeling in her chest. She smiled encouraginly at her green-skinned friend as she hesitated. Not a whole lot could be lost between them, and she doubted that anything Andrea could say could change her feelings about the budding friendship. Unless it was like, the ability to drain innocent souls or something.
Ooh, stone-making, much cooler. She grinned at the girl, not quite enough to match the tusks of her roommate, but a grin all the same. She would have to practise this smiling, all these friendly relationships she was intending to start at the Mansion would need her to be proficient at it.
"That's why you're always wearing sunnies and gloves huh?"
She nodded in sympathy, her mutation only meant she had to be careful who she got surprised by. It must have been really hard to deal with a physically obvious mutation. Although, some might think that the tips of her hair being green was a side effect of her mutation. In a round about kind of way it was, with the history behind it. Dying it green the day she ran away, away from the brother mourning his friend killed by a mutant. Away from her life, away from everything. She gave herself a little shake.
Posted by Verdigris on Jan 7, 2010 19:38:23 GMT -6
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Goo puddle it is, I just thought if anyone was doubtful it'd give a chance to discuss it here. Also, gave me an excuse to look at little Cthulhu statues and kid myself it was for 'research'
~~"No we're staying until that thing is a puddle. After that we will go home. I am also fairly sure there is no-one here who may be addressed as he that is alright."
Verdy opened her mouth, then shut it again, not only was there nothing she could think of to say but the purple haired commander was finishing yelling at Bubble-boy and laying down on the earth. To her it made sense to start packing up, but she looked at the monster again, just in case he somehow found a second wind and began hurling more little monsters towards them.
He seemed far to busy forming and re-forming, shrinking visibly as clay swished off him in rivulets of runny grey sludge. His focus seemed to be more on keeping himself in a recognizable form than attacking anyone who wasn't immediately drawing his attention.
She glanced towards her green-skinned roommate and accepted the burn cream gratefully. It was cool and soothing, rubbed quickly into the burn and then the bandage wrapped around a few times and her wound was seen to. She stared as Andrea seemed determined to make it so that not an inch of the young unconscious man was exposed. Idly she wondered if the whole battle had gone to her head and she had suddenly developed a phobia of skin. A phobia of clay seemed much more likely and Verdy decided she was merely trying to fix as much as she could. Understandable really.
Verdy rubbed the leftovers from the small packet into the palm of her left hand carefully, but left it uncovered. It would be no good to suddenly need her marbles and not be able to get them because she was bandaged. Better to risk the greasy cream getting on her clothes. It couldn't do them any more harm than the clay which smothered them already. She glanced at the band-aid smothered man as he spoke.
~~"Don't be a douche, Dundee.. It don't fit you..."
She blinked once, then turned her eyes to Alchemist. That twang she couldn't quite place must be an Australian accent, it made sence... kinda. She smiled encouragingly at Andrea. She did a just fine job of patching them up on the fly. Without her they would have been useless much earlier. He was sure to be grateful later, sometime after he realized he wouldn't get an infection, but sometime before he wanted to pull them all off. That many 'short and sharp's would really get painful. Not to mention the bald patches. He would have to soak them off.
She looked around at their bedraggled little group, Bubbles looked sane, but very tired, the young man Andrea called Saph had a slightly wild look in his eyes, like a child startled awake in a strange place, the newcomer, who made a valid point about the others and she took a moment to scan the sky, looked beat, they all did, but something about the way he breathed looked painful, and their captain, the purple haired man who so quickly rushed to the aid of others, he wasn't looking so great and she silently cursed the fact she had eaten most of the Halloween candy before he got to it. Maybe an extra handful of jelly beans might have pulled him through, he looked tired now, like all the energy had seeped out of him into the ground. Her roommate and herself seemed to be relatively unharmed, although she could feel muscles protesting and her body demanding that she rest soon.
They would all sleep well tonight. Or not. The memory of a giant slimy mouth pressed against her own made her shudder and a hint of doubt about nightmares touched her mind. That would be a hard memory to wipe. Maybe she would hit up the kitchen for a hot milky drink before attempting to sleep. A glance towards the monster reassured her that he was not about to leap and attack them, so she dropped to a crouch and surveyed the group. Not too much longer now.
((OOC: How should Cthulhu die? Leave a comment and we'll work out what to do with the epic blob of clay.))
As many of you are aware, the mutant children of the mansion, left behind when the 'grown-ups' went to Romania, have been fighting the giant clay monster Cthulhu. As the time draws closer and closer to his eventual demise, I was wondering how we think he should actually die.
Some Ideas: ~He dissolves into a gooey clay puddle ~He turns into a mini-clay statue/fountain (possibly getting the clay-manipulator child to return for a brief cameo to 'turn him off') ~Other (Please comment below!)
I think if we don't choose how he's going to die the mother-Fhtagn-er is going to be slithering around forever. Lemme know what you think!
Achoo consider yourself infected. This is a musical bug that forces spontanious song and dance, fueled by emotion, so be sure to pick a topic that really makes you (IC) happy, sad, angry, you name it. Please leave links in the thread if your character may take a little longer to develop symptoms~ like in the middle of a family dinner~ Romantic date~ of if you're really boring, mid shower.~ Links to youtube versions of songs would be great, but if there aren't any don't freak out... this is a FUN plot remember. This bug affects mutants, humans and adapteds alike. Feel free to force NPCs into song on the street. It is contagious. HOWEVER: if you do not wish to participate in this plot feel free to not become infected. Some are simply born with immunity, or don't come into contact with anyone catching.
Verdigris was not, as a rule, drawn to trouble. Today however, on a stroll through NYC~ looking for a cheap place to get clothes suitable for 'work' as she now thought of it proudly (it might not be much, but every little bit helps) her attention was caught by a man leaving the laundromat with a huge smile on his face. She paused, someone in New York City looking genuinely pleased about something was a rarity, people seemed to keep feelings as a rule hidden.
He mouth opened of its own accord as the man burst into song.
~They got. The mustard, out!~
A group of people around him joined in, forming a brilliant choir.
~They got the mustard. Out!~
The people paused for a moment, looked at each other awkwardly and scurried along without another word. Verdigris smirked and approached, the man looked heathy enough, perhaps a touch overweight, but not morbidly obese. She could see nothing wrong with him and yet. As she approached she had an overwhelming tingling feeling in her guts. She surveyed the man critically once before walking on.
((OOC: This is a contagious musical bug. It will make you burst into song, don't feel bad about letting your deepest darkest secrets out. You can choose to sing here, right here right now, or you can wait to develop the symptoms (spontanious song and dance) until later. Either way, please link any song-threads in this page so others can watch and sing and dance along. If possible please give youtube links, if not a bit of a decription of how the music is going would be appreciated. Have fun!))
Her stubborn march toward the tree line halted with the loudspeaker voice of a full adult. She was nearly in that category herself, she noticed with a tremble, but her voice was not that of a smoker. Her eyes found the firetruck and the purple haired man riding it. There was another boy also on board and the truck was doing some serious damage to Cthulhu. What with the sprinklers dousing his feet, and the truck spraying wildly. Not to mention the rain that was pouring from the heavens like a gift from above. A wondrous Christmas blessing, even if it was a little early.
She watched in terror as brave men fell. Their captain dragged a fallen one out of harms way and collapsed nearby. Verdy heard his cry and watched as her roommate rushed to the aid of the boys- men. She glanced across the road to the store with a broken window. That was her destination. This was her duty. She stumbled through the broken glass, still clutching the burn on her arm. She could see grubby clay marks from where bodies had moved, the bouncing trajectory of the other boy clear from the marks of his body on white mattresses.
She followed the trail to where two shapes lay on the same mattress. The thrown one was injured? But he had ridden the truck with the Alchemist, her captain. Snatching the shield she gasped as her fingers met something hot. Picking it up she stared at the heat pack below and after a moments thought, pocketed it. It was hot against her thigh, even through the pocket, and that patch of her pants began to dry.
Slinging the shield over her shoulder she tugged the cover sheet with the clay marks on it off the bed. Her captain was wearing very little and it was, after all, Christmas eve. Mid-winter. She shivered as if to prove her internal point. Even if the captain did not need to stay warm herself and countless others were soaked through and maybe someone would need the extra layer, no matter how thin.
If it came to it she was fairly sure the sheet could be used for a make-shift stretcher for the man laying unconscious by the purple haired Alchemist. Although, she noted as she approached, his hair was now more of a grey-brown. Everyone's was. She tried not to think about how she looked and ran a hand through her clay-clogged hair. So far as she could tell no one was dead, Cthulhu was dying, and that was fine with her. She dropped to her knees beside the young man and un-slung his shield, placing it next to his arm gently.
"Are you alright?"
She turned her attention to her green skinned roommate who was tending the fallen one beside their captain.
"Is he alright?"
As the clay monster howled the call of the dying she coughed and wiped her mouth on her sleeve, leaving an even dirtier streak behind.
"Are we going home now?"
Ah, home. A notion she had not known for three years, now it seemed vital. They needed to return and have someone far more professional see to their wounds. The work of those on the field was all well and good for mid-battle wounds, but not so great for the more permanent fix-jobs. She herself was fairly sure needed burn cream at least on her arm, and something to soothe the burnt flesh around her input portal. The blisters seemed inconsequential though, when judged against the wounds suffered by others.
Posted by Verdigris on Dec 31, 2009 20:12:07 GMT -6
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Spoil sport, they can guess if they want to, and the plot was going pretty well until Sam moved *shakes fist*
This virus-water-npc-whatever, I think should be able to affect NPCs on the street and everything as well, so you get background stuff like this For the smaller, background singing I think it would be ok to improv and not put a you-tube link or anything. Something like. ~I've lost my teddy, I can't go back to beddy, Not without my teddyyyyyyy~ There's not going to be that on youtube (Maybe, I dunno) But for the mains I think it's a good idea to link the song so the feeling can be properly experienced.
~~EDIT~~ I'd also reccomend songs from musicals, they seem to have a lot more storyline in them But if another song seems to fit the bill, then thats great ^^
Posted by Verdigris on Dec 31, 2009 18:11:11 GMT -6
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I think to have the ability to hear it (through you-tube links etc) would greatly increase the fun, although I do think bits of songs could probably be altered, eg he>she, we/they, turning duets to solos etc etc etc.
For those with emotion-triggered mutations it could prove interesting as the emotion-fueled singing can induce the mutation to be activated.
An example from the site I 'borrowed' this idea off, the second post from "Matt Davidson" is the one you're looking for, sixth down in the posting, you can read the rest too if you like, most of it should make sense, if not PM me and I'll explain what I can (Can you guess which one is me? )
Posted by Verdigris on Dec 31, 2009 6:08:09 GMT -6
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This was a plot on another site which seemed to work well, I was wondering if there had been (and thinking there should be) a musical-themed plot on MRO. My thinking was something along the lines of
a) A bug gets into the water which affects those with the x-gene (maybe those not as well for added bonuses for the NPCs, humans and adapteds J)
b) A NPC mutant who has a bard-like gift shows up (or a gift that projects musical-ness onto others )
Forcing those ‘affected’ to break into spontaneous emotion-fuelled singing (If you’ve ever seen ‘once more with feeling’ from Buffy, season six I think, you know what I’m talking about). Hilarity ensues as male characters burst into ‘whoops I did it again’ or songs from high school musical. This would be in the playful realm, much like the Freaky Friday plot with the option of becoming more serious as hidden feelings are revealed in full song-and-dance routines. Feedback peoples! I’m not sure how we could put spontaneous music in logically, but maybe you guys have some ideas. I highly recommend you-tube linkage within posts to really get a ‘feel’ for the sound of it if this gets off the ground.
Posted by Verdigris on Dec 30, 2009 4:56:10 GMT -6
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The facial expression of Andrea was priceless, and definantley worth dropping her stash of keys on the floor. She intended to return as many as possible, starting with the labled ones, she just hadn't got around to it just yet.
~~"That is quite a collection... must weight at least a pound? It must have taken you a while to acquire so many, How did you come across all of them?"
Verdigris smiled, show and tell time, and in the safety of their room she would be able to show without worrying about being attacked or thought less of for being a mutant. She yanked her bag out from under the bed and placed it against the far wall, it would not do to break something in her new room and the bag was tough.
"My mutation allows me to... find things I guess you could say, but they have to be small enough to fit in my hand."
She rattled around in her pocket for a moment until she found a quarter, squeezing it tightly in her left hand she held her right out and pointed it towards the bag. Less than a second later the quarter was shot from her palm and hit the bag with a 'thunk' before tinkling onto the floor and rolling on one edge for a moment before tipping over. Verdy glanced at it.
"Heads, I win." She grinned "But because I don't always have something in my hand it just... pulls stuff from nearby. Keys are one of the better things to find, sweets wrappers are not really much use."
She smiled awkwardly, other than James she hadn't really demonstraited what she could do for anyone, and James had recieved the watered down 'oh my gosh I'm a mutant I don't know what to do' version. She liked this version so much better. Stooping she picked up the coin and pocketed it.
((The only thing I would say would be that you said you put your password in the ' . ', other than that, all good )
Posted by Verdigris on Dec 29, 2009 7:28:34 GMT -6
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Verdigris watched as assailment after assailment was pushed back. Nothing they did seemed to disturb the monster, in fact it almost seemed amused by their efforts at times. But not now. A wing fell from its back and a mutant-sized body was flung across the park and through a window. All too soon other things were being thrown and morphing into smaller, comparatively, versions of the giant clay monster. She had time to spin towards Andrea’s cry and see her disappear under a squirming, writhing hunk of clay before her attention was drawn by her own little nightmare.
“Back off!”
There was no thought behind her cry, no logic. But a hell of a lot of feeling, and that’s what really counts. At least that was what she was thinking to herself as the monster began to envelope her. She fought back, she really did. And burn after burn from her flaming branches scorched the clay of what would be known as a torso on any human-like creature. The cling of clay around her legs was what finally brought her to earth, literally, and the 8foot beast landed on top of her, spilling the contents of the brazier on and around her.
There is something delicious about the smell of cooked meat. Not so much when you know that it is your own arm and that that searing pain you feel between elbow and wrist is a live coal sizzling its way into your skin and muscle. A roll of clay swished over the coal, extinguishing it, the pain continued however and Verdigris screamed, now as well as being crushed and the tentacles that were roving their way towards her face she seemed to have a hunk of charcoal embedded in her arm. ’I’ll have to get some of those pain killers from Andrea’ not a logical thought, but she had no time to meditate on it as the beast suctioned its way up her chest and around her neck. She filled her lungs with one large gulp of air before the darkness surrounded her.
It was not much of a first kiss- barring that swift peck in second grade from her maths buddy- it was wet and cold and the rippling of moist earth against her lips make her need to throw up. Thankfully one of the more forceful jet-sprinklers, the ones for watering large patches of grass in one go, was beside her. It lifted slightly out of the ground, but clogged with muck and clay, stopped at the face height of the clay smothered girl with green-tipped hair. A hissing stream shot from the nozzle and sprayed her right in the face, blasting away the large, wet lips and forcing the beast to hiss and splutter angrily as more and more of its body mushi-fied.
Spitting and coughing, Verdigris rolled onto her side and took a well desereved moment to throw up. What a waste of a good meal. The final wriggling appendages slipped from her body and with a gurgle the sprinkler rose to its proper waist-high-height and drenched the now standing Verdy. She let the water hit her, running in clay-mud rivulets down her face and clothes and across her burning arm. Raising the painful limb to her face she inspected the burn. A perfect crecent. An old moon. A ‘C’. She knew the name of her opponent, Cthulhu, and now, now she would never be able to forget.
Casting her eyes towards the huge monster who was now getting wetter and slipperier by the second she was pleased to see no more mini-me’s were sent her way. She stumbled her way to the sitting rock and paused for another moment to throw up again. This time it was merely burning stomach acid. Horrid. She glanced wildly around, trying to see that everyone was alright. This was her fault, she had called everyone together where Cthulhu could attack them with ease. What a foolish, foolish girl. Seeing her roommate, also covered in slushy clay Verdigris wobbled towards her.
“Are you alright? And has anyone seen Alchemist? We need to get out, past the treeline.”
The purple haired leader was not on his leading rock and Verdigris had a sick feeling, desperately hoping that he wasn’t buried somewhere in the ever-increasingly slimy muck. But she had her orders, and dammnit, she would obey. With a wobble and a pause to swallow back more clay-flavoured retchings she stumbled in the direction the captain captain had pointed. Pausing by her upturned brazier she scraped what she could of the hardly glowing embers back into it and continued her stubling to the re-grouping place of safety. An encouraging sprinkler chose that moment to spray her in the knee caps and she felt the last remaining illusions of driness and warmth seep away. She was cold. She was tired. And this monster sucked.
((OOC: I have been quite busy of late, and while I have been reading I may have skimmed something, gimme a yell if anything needs changing. V.))
Posted by Verdigris on Dec 29, 2009 1:54:11 GMT -6
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Verdigris watched curiously as her roommate heaved the dresser next to her bed to the middle of the space between the beds. She was fairly sure that if she was occupied with snoring and Andrea was occupied with sleep talking they wouldn’t disturb each other, but if her roommate felt the need to shield her ears, well that was ok too. A scurry, a flurry and an exclamation later and she had space to put her bits and pieces. A grateful smile flittered across her face as she accepted the plastic-box-present-of-acceptance-and-love.
“Thanks, that means a lot to me.”
She inspected the crooked dresser and grinned, she had tried to assemble a desk once. ‘Crazy simple’ the splash of colour had declared. Crazy mistranslations had been more of what the instructions were and when she got to ‘insert part a.i, shown in figure 17c part one (viewed on side) into groove jx, shown in figure 24g part six, as shown in the diagram ‘g’ on page 15’ she gave up and called James to come and assemble it. He finished it in one hour, no sweat. Nothing quite like a handy-man.
“Directions I think are designed to confuse the innocent and baffle them into hiring a professional to install them. They’re in cahoots.” She smirked “It’s a pretty good job though, it works, and that’s the main part.”
It didn’t really matter that anything rounded would roll off the edge. They would just have to be careful. She yanked her bag from under the bed and sat on it carefully. Unzipping the middle pocket she dragged her spare pair of jeans and tracksuit pants from the tangle of discovered items and shook them out before folding them carefully and placing them in the bottom draw. Disentangling a long sleeve shirt she tugged the semi-folded stack of t-shirts from under more junk and gave them one large shake. A stack of keys which had been rolled up in the top shirt fell out and bounced. Tinkling and clattering to the floor. All the keys she had ‘found’ during her stay at NYC, there was upwards of fifty, but she was unsure of the exact number. Some had plastic tags, describing what they opened. Most were simple and brass. As indistinguishable as each other. She glanced guiltily at her roommate.
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