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?
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Verdigris approached the mansion, clutching the brown invitation in one hand like a press pass, a few marbles clutched tightly in her other palm, ready to release at a moments notice. One of the good things about her power. Long range.
Ignoring a film crew frantically trying to set up cameras and tripods she slipped into the grounds as quickly and quietly as she could. A brief explanation to the intercom box that she was here for the wedding and she was granted access, the large gates swinging open. It wasn’t ominous, per se, more of a warning of the rules here. Rules, rules and more rules. Everywhere she went there were rules. These ones, however, were designed to keep people like her safe.
Relaxing her grip on the marbles slightly she admired the sweep of the grass. The gardens that were visible looked well maintained and manicured. She brushed her hands against her thighs nervously. She was wearing the best clothes she had, but even now she was having second thoughts about attending a wedding in jeans.
After a few deep inhales and exhales. After all, it was only a wedding for people she had never met before, in a place she had never been before, in a room who’s very name screamed at her to flee. Nothing to worry about right?
Only the knowledge that the film crew were probably even now training their lenses on her made her keep walking. She had an invitation, there was no reason why she shouldn’t have come. She recalled her first day of school and a pearl of wisdom that came from her mother. ‘If they don’t like you for who you are, then they aren’t supposed to be your friends.’
A moment to get directions and a few more to arrive at the final destination and her nerves had settled to a heavy feeling somewhere beneath the now silent protests of her empty stomach. This was it. The danger room. Clutching tightly on the marbles she entered, stopping a single step into the room.
This was a room like nothing she had ever seen before. It was hardly a room, more like a spacious hunk of paradise had been shipped in for the occasion. The impact of just how expensive that had to have been was not lost on her and she took a quiet seat towards the back. The very back. She shoved her bag under her seat so the backs of her legs were invisible from behind to those entering after her. No one needed to know that the black top she was wearing was not just the top of a floor-length affair like some of the others she spotted throughout the area.
The ceremony was, in a word, ceremonial. It was emotional and loving and everything a wedding was supposed to be, and she found herself caring less and less about her jeans. The groom had white hair, a horn and a tail. Obviously a mutant. The bride looked a little pale, but otherwise Verdigris could see nothing out of the ordinary.
The tangible proof that mutants were as much human as anyone else made her eyes cloud over. Just a little. It might have been dust, yes, dust. Not the confirmation that she was not a monster, not the thought that there was hope for a life with others again. Dust. Yes dust.
As the priest concluded and the bride and groom kissed, amongst the cheers and applause the scenery began to change around them. Her hand tightened around the marbles where it had relaxed almost to the point of dropping them during the ceremony. She waited until the room had stopped changing, swirling and reforming, to move. Her backpack was carefully stashed in what she assumed was a corner, near a tree that had one branch almost perpendicular to the trunk. She would remember it, it wasn’t hard to see.
White covered tents and the promising aroma of food drew her closer to the bustling group. She could see the bride and groom being congratulated to one side, but was unsure how to approach them. ‘Hey, a wedding invitation just appeared in my hand while I was sleeping, so I came.’ Just didn’t seem the right thing to introduce yourself with. Deciding against specific attempts to be social she picked up what appeared to be some kind of delicate quiche and nibbled on it gently. It was not a meal, but it was by far the most delicious thing she had tasted in a long, long time.
Posted by Verdigris on Nov 14, 2009 7:11:33 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
“No loitering.”
Verdigris stared at the sign then back at the burly man ‘suggesting’ that she moved on. She hated signs. Hated everything they stood for and the things they made her do. They were rules, she hated rules. Hoisting her bag onto her back she brushed herself off and moved on.
It was some time before she found another place to stop. Behind one of the dumpsters she frequented. The sign screwed to the front of the big green bin merely said ‘no parking’ but she decided to hate it to, on principal of being a sign. This was not where she had wanted to rest for the night. This bin was emptied early on a Saturday morning. Early here meaning before the sky was changing to pale mauve, when the few stars visible from the smoggy city still twinkled weakly.
A saying about beggars choosing flitted through her mind as she plopped down behind the bin, the scent of old lettuce leaves and musty oranges wafted in the gentle breeze. The greengrocers was a good place to pilfer food during the day. But by the time night fell the dropped fruits were too bruised, the crushed vegetables too sloppy and the piles of coffee grounds too large to bother looking.
Her stomach growled. It had been a while since she had had a proper meal. She had ‘borrowed’ a donut while the owner was rifling through their handbag. A frazzled mother shopping had dropped a full box of cookies in the bin and left the empty one in the shopping bag. Two unattended burgers had been pilfered and a full chocolate thick shake saved from the tabletop where it had been left to melt. Besides that she couldn’t recall anything else she had eaten the last few days.
Shrugging her hoodie over her head she ignored the gurgles from the region of her belly and closed her eyes. She had to sleep, at least for a few hours until the trash collectors came. It would be better if she was not there when they arrived. Sleep crept up on her, and stole her from the grumbling of her own hunger.
~~~
Her eyes did not want to open, but the distant rumble told her that it was time to move on. She blinked twice and stretched up from where she had been sleeping. The three years she had spent living in New York had taught her to be ready to move on in the blink of an eye, so all that she had to do was stand and leave.
A yawn split her features and she raised a hand to cover it. A piece of paper poked her chin, killing her yawn instantly. She looked at the crumpled piece of brown paper with a twinge of terror. Someone had touched her in the night, compromised her hands, her one defence in an emergency.
Scuttling away from the bin and onto the street, lit by passing cars and the struggling moonlight she inspected the piece of paper. It did not seem dark or sinister. It was a wedding invitation. A less threatening note she could not have imagined.
Ducking down the first alley opening she saw she stood a few feet away from the solid wall and opened her palm, shoving the paper into her pocket with the other hand. A paperclip ricocheted off the thick concrete and fell, in a twist of crushed metal, to the ground. It was followed rapidly by a coin (pocketed) and a piece of string, a mere inch or two long. So whomever they were they had not been able to do anything to her power. She shrugged and moved out onto the street again.
Pulling the invitation out of her pocket under a streetlamp she scrutinised it closely. The date was for that day, the location- Her eyebrows rose and a hand flew to her ear to fiddle with her earrings. The school for “gifted youngsters”. The mutant school.
Who would have known what she was, to invite her to an event one of the few places she might be accepted for it, or in spite of it? It was a mystery. A mystery not to be left unsolved. Why would it be with the promise of free food, and a reason to enter that place she had only heard about on the news.
A place for mutants. She recalled the anger from one speaker, demanding equal opportunities. This grounds should not be wasted on a minority, they had claimed, but should be used for the benefit of human children needing schooling. It was these protestors, and the camera crews that seemed to revel in turning up unannounced, that had decided her against ever trying to enter the grounds. She was pretty sure, however, that she had a map, printed from Google-maps, as a backup just in case she ever needed to get there.
A swift rummage discovered the map and she inspected the estimated time based on distance. It was a while away, but not too far to walk. Not if there was food to be had and other mutants to suss out. Fear was the main reason she had never approached, and with the lack of visible mutations, like wings or skin that was the wrong colour, she was sure she would avoid any news crews that happened to be in the area.
A deep breath was taken. Smelled. Repulsed by. She shuddered and looked at her dirt smeared hands and grubby shirt. First to be clean, then to go on the epic quest for free food.
~~~
The shower had cleansed her and she felt suitably refreshed. Wrapping her towel around herself she inspected her most formal clothes. When packing to run away, you don’t tend to include heels and an ankle length dress on the list. She had emptied all her black tops into her backpack on the night she left, including a black tank top that would pass as formal. Her tight flared jeans (only slightly blood spattered on the knees) and black and black converse shoes completed the set up of the most formal attire she had access to, and that would have to do. With her wet hair pulled into a respectable semi-bun and a liberal spray of deodorant she was ready to go. She shrugged the black backpack onto her shoulders and paused to glance in the warped mirror.
“Not too bad… not too bad at all.”
Now for the long walk to the mansion. The invitation had been a sign, a sign that maybe it was about time she went looking for others like her. Time to face up to the fact that she might just need help in the big wide world. She hated signs.
Posted by Verdigris on Nov 13, 2009 7:14:27 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Adventures. Adventures were what she used to have at home, before the fateful day her power manifested itself. Or, more likely, before her brother and his friends were attacked by an uncontrolled mutant and one of them killed. It had been a long time since she had spoken to anyone over and above what was strictly necessary, so the thought of an adventure had drifted from her mind in the hustle and bustle of fighting constantly to survive.
"I love adventures. I'll be captain, you be first mate."
Pillaging through one of her deep pockets she pulled out two paper napkins, only slightly smeared, and stared at them.
"Let's see if I can still do this..."
A fold here, a crease there. All together and a little flip and voila, there was a pirate hat. After placing the hat on her head she repeated the actions and offered the second hat to this new green friend.
"On-wards, in search of treasures and sustenance matey... Arrh"
This was weird on so, so many levels. Not least of which was how much this was actually enjoyable. She couldn't recall the actual day nominated as 'international talk like a pirate day' but she figured it was close enough to be a plausible excuse. Andrea? Well, she was apparently a very sea-sick sea dog. There was nothing these days that could not be achieved with the right equipment and know how.
"Erh, if anyone asks, we're on our way to a dress up party yes?"
After a moment's pause to claim a suitable sword from the sticks that littered the ground she set off in a distinct swagger Jack Sparrow himself would have been proud of. Not all treasure is silver and gold mate. And donuts were definitely up on the 'desirables' list.
Posted by Verdigris on Nov 10, 2009 5:59:44 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Hey guys, Verdigris needs someone to introduce her to the mansion as it were. At the current point in time she is in central park, but I would like to wind up in the mansion to get a feel for it. Any help would be greatly appreciated. I will possibly not be on tommorow afternoon, but other than that I'll do my best to be on asap. Thanks in advance. ~Verdy
Back for now, although I will probably not be on much on Monday and Wednesday Arvos (Aussie time) Also, am now in yr 12 so all sorts of weird new things like study demand my attention. I will, however be as active as possible
Her palms were still a touch on the sore side for her handshaking habit, besides apparently it was not a very feminine thing to do. And the interest of the lesbian in the showers and the inconvenient bounce residing on her chest only confirmed the fact that she was, in fact, female. Bah, who needs gender stereotypes anyway. She recalled from a time where the 'names and meanings' was the most innocent book in the doctors surgery that Andrea meant 'manly' and the irony of Verdigris meeting someone of that name, at the very moment she was cursing her own gender, was not lost on her.
~"So, do you come here often?"
Verdigris blinked, was that just a pickup line? Apparently she was not the only one who was open to same gender relationships. Either that or this Andrea was just as awkward at conversations as Verdy herself.
"Uh, yeah, I'm here more often than not. But hey, I've got nowhere else to be and I know a stall nearby that makes a mean coffee and donuts if you're interested."
There, that was an offer and completely non-weird... right? No need to mention that she knew the quality of the donuts from pilfered bags or skillful trash-removal, yes, that would definitely put a damper on the outing. Her right hand entered her pocket nervously and felt around, she had been saving some loose change for just such emergencies as this, and she could probably squeeze out one coffee and even a donut from the change she had 'found' most recently.
Damn stubborn tree powers. With all their tree-ness. And their powerness... It was apparently time to engage in that strange thing so coveted by many, and indulged in by most. Conversation.
~"Nice weather today, no?"
Verdigris slowed to a halt, not so sudden as to jarr her still sore knees, but swiftly enough that she was facing the mutant with enough distance to be able to swiftly fire a projectile and flee while still remaining out of grabbing range, or chewing range which seemed more likely with the glint of teeth reminiscent of a small warthog.
Ah well, each to their own. Some people had green tips, multiple piercings, a missing fingernail and holes in their palms. Others apparently had green skin and biiig munchers.
"Well, yes, it is a nice day, good for snoozing..."
A moment of contemplation, consideration, decisiveness. Who was she to go against the demands of the all knowing tree.
"Verdigris, Verdigris Willow."
The tree never said she couldn't be prepared. A quiet pair of fingers quietly jiggled some marbles out of the bag and into the middle of her palm, her hand closed tightly around them as she smiled in what she distantly remembered as being friendly. She needed James for things like this, he was so much better at being social. The thought was quickly squashed. She had not spoken to her best friend in years, there was no point in longing for him to come to her rescue and show her how to be friendly. She would just have to wing it.
Verdigris Willow's eyes popped open and met wide blue ones staring at her. The poking finger at her shoulder withdrew and a small pouted mouth opened, displaying pearly white teeth in tiny rows.
"Why are you sleeping?"
Verdigris pressed against the tree trunk nervously. Children asked too many questions, they knew too much. They also smelled funny. Like sleep and cookies.
"Because I was tired."
She stood and stretched her neck, glancing down, surprised that the small girl was still standing there. Children usually avoided her, just as she avoided them. A distant voice called and the girl dashed off.
"Bye!"
Verdigris lifted a hand politely, years of isolation had not yet destroyed her manners. She watched through the green screen as the blonde head bobbed off into the distance. A long stretch and several vertebrae cracks later and Verdigris emerged from her green haven to survey the park.
A figure around her own height caught her attention. Green seemed to be the word of the moment, Verdy knew that her own names meant different types of green, and the grass of the park was that over-watered green that so often came with public places. But nothing quite compared to the skin of the girl before her. Her fingers flew to the green and black earrings in her right ear and twisted them each once.
A promise is a promise, even if it is only made to a tree, and the promise to be nice to the very next mutant seemed to be put to the test sooner than she had expected. Then again, it wasn't like the tree could follow her, force her to hold up to her promise. But guilt was something she already had too much of in her life and even adding something as small as this would be unwise.
She decided to take the cowards way out, walking toward the girl she altered her course slightly to cross paths in front of the mutant girl. If she made a move and the girl ignored her, she would take it as a sign from the tree that she didn't have to keep her promise.
A polite nod and a smile, small enough to not be creepy or mis-interpretable. There, the deed was done.
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 15, 2009 6:50:13 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
RL has been a little hectic lately, and with me going into year twelve next week everything looks like it could get a heck of a lot more complicated... I will try to be on periodically, but as I have no active posts currently it shouldn't really affect anyone, see you on and off guys ^^
Posted by Verdigris on Oct 3, 2009 15:52:21 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Hey there everyone. Verdigris is Under the Willow Tree in central park and I'm looking for someone to post with. Might like to eventually end up at the mansion, but whatever tickles your fancy...
Posted by Verdigris on Sept 29, 2009 22:27:56 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
A wall of red. Just as the doors were huge and golden, so was this man... Mutant... Whatever. Red. It was all a little on the side of too much. She opened her mouth. Shut it. Opened it again and smiled, or was it a terrified grimace. Difficult to tell.
"Thanks..."
She turned tail, figuratively, and ran. The golden doors whipped past and she was free again. Not that she hadn't been free while in the Sanctuary foyer. But the walls had been pressing in on her. The covered area too close after three years of open sky, limited only by the skyscrapers.
Politeness was not something she had practiced in the years since she left home. She wasn't very good at it to begin with, but after this much isolation her skills had declined rapidly. To be confronted with someone so obviously carrying the X-gene was terrifying. She shuddered mid-stride.
Her hands still stung with broken skin. The sweat from clenching the marbles was burning in the open scrapes. She was pretty sure her knees would be sporting large purple bruises for weeks. Brilliant.
She slowed to a jog as she reached the park. The spatter of people in her regular area prompted her to seek out somewhere more quiet...
((ooc, Nothing against Mercury, ic fright not out ^^))
Her feet pounded against the concrete and slapped as she crossed roads. She had to get away. As the park approached she glanced around and slowed her strides. Her breaths came in gasps and she looked around nervously before entering the most famous park in the world.
The willow sat alone, it's wide branches spreading out to fall in gently waving sheets. It was a nice tree, peaceful and calm. The fact that it shared a name with her, or her with it, made it only more appealing. She tightened her bag straps and ducked under the screen into the cool upturned-bowl of the tree.
The seat of her jeans found the ground with a soft noise. They had just been dry cleaned that morning, but already had faint blood spatters as well as the rough patches where she fell on her knees. Now there was probably grass stains on her rear as well. Never mind.
The warm summer breeze whistled through the fronds and ruffled her hair, the tips a perfect match to the manicured grass. Leaning her back against the crumpled old trunk she was reminded of a childhood movie. 'Was I too rude Mother Willow? Was it wrong to be so scared?" There was no answer but the continued rustling and whispers of the warm air. 'Next time, the very next mutant I see, I will not freak out, no matter how strange they look. I promise Mother Willow, I promise' Her eyes closed slowly and her hand relaxed a little around the marbles.
Posted by Verdigris on Sept 26, 2009 5:20:26 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Verdigris wasn't quite sure what she had been expecting was behind the huge golden doors, but a receptionist and scattered people was not quite it. She glanced at the younger girl. Apparently hair and bubble was fine to get her in safely. A tiny twinge of guilt at her previous doubt fluttered in her chest but was quickly dispelled. She had been avoiding people for so long she didn't feel obliged to register the normal emotions associated with loyalty. She gave a slight nod.
"I'd love to have a look around, get forms? Maybe later... Not sure yet."
Gore. Such a lovely name, an acronym perhaps. Or an alias. For some reason Verdigris couldn't quite see the name 'Gore' splayed across a birth certificate. Or read off a primary school role. A tiny twinge of resident nerves trickled down her spine. A reoccurring warning that things were not always what they seemed.
A small black and white creature chose that moment to make it's appearance and she stared. This was definitely not a normal place, somewhere where a skunk could roam unchallenged was unheard of as far as she had seen.
"She's hungry, her name is Solkat"
Verdigris recalled the mention of mutants of all kinda and she regarded the small cat-like creature warily.
"Shape-shifter? Or actual skunk?"
She transfered the marbles to her pocket for a moment and dug in her bag. There was half a chicken wrapped in napkins which she had stolen off an unattended plate in front of a cafe the night before. It was still good and she pulled a little piece off the drumstick and knelt, offering the meat on the flat of her hand, like for a horse. Do skunks bite? She wasn't sure if the front end was what she was supposed to worry about, but better safe than sorry.
Standing and rubbing her palms on the legs of her jeans she pulled the marbles out and sat them again in her hand, gripped not quite as tightly as they were before, but ready nonetheless.
Posted by Verdigris on Sept 23, 2009 7:15:16 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Verdigris has been led to the sanctuary's infamous golden gates *ahem* I mean, doors by Aura... and she now needs someone to show her around for a while. Sanctuary residence isn't necessary, but might make things easier
((Just a heads up, I have exams the rest of this week and next, so I may not be as speedy posting as I normally am, it should be at most in the same day))
