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.
Posted by AJ Kapoor on Jan 28, 2018 23:20:39 GMT -6
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He didn't want to touch her because she was a mutant? Yeah, but not for the reasons she was implying.
He laughed. There was just nothing else he could do in the situation. It was one of those humorless 'oh god this is my life now' laughs.
"I don't want to cripple you or whatever. If I got too close... I don't know how you react and you made it sound not good." By the ten, Lee had seen some things if she jumped straight to 'because she was a mutant.' "I have touched, god, you don't even want to know what I've touched as a medical technician, let alone on the emergent side of things. A mutant wouldn't be the worst, and you as a mutant? Not even the first. So no. I don't not wanna touch you 'cause of your genetic makeup." He was stomping out that dumpsterfire of an accusation straight away.
Her confidence level on his situation was not great, but it was interesting to hear her talk about fields and adapteds and all off that. Every specialization had its specific vernacular. It was just weird to think that any of those labels applied to him.
"Is there somebody else who might know? Someone, maybe, on the less murdery side of the legal spectrum?"
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A telltale rush of anger and helplessness flooded AJ as he turned. The man didn't even have the right religion and India and Iraq were quite a ways apart. Not to mention that he had actually been born in Canada. And AJ already knew there was nothing he could do to make it better. Nothing he could do to educate the man that wouldn't just feed the hate he'd been nurturing. Threatening him, intimidating him, fighting him? None of that would help. Not that AJ had any experience in those things.
AJ lifted his hands in open surrender, his steel bracelet falling down his forearm a bit. Its weight was a good reminder of what he should and should not be doing with his fists, no matter what this man chose to do with his.
"I think you know deep down that this is not a kind action."
For that AJ got popped in the eye. It was a surprise haymaker from the side, but even if he'd seen it coming, AJ had already resolved not to retaliate. He pulled his hands in closer to his head to better block, keeping his palms open.
"The **** it is. You people--" He swung again, but AJ was better prepared this time and took most of the blow on his forearm. He glanced around to see how far he had to go to get away and was discouraged. Backup was already coming for the guy? "What do you know about kindness?" He swung again, a glancing hit to AJ's ear that made the night ring. "You didn't think about the people inside when you were dancing back home after 9-11." Rolling his eyes did not at all diffuse the situation. The man punctuated each point with a fist. "Undercut on wages, pushing good folk out of their jobs, sucking up our tax dollars, filthy welfare queen."
Frustration made them both grip their hands into fists. How much more of this did AJ have to take?
"What is this fixing!?" He backed up out of reach of a swing, but backed into the side of the club he was supposed to be enjoying.
Posted by AJ Kapoor on Jan 27, 2018 21:40:20 GMT -6
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The term 'double-edged' came to mind. Still, what she said felt like an overegaguration. Surely it was. He comforted himself with that platitude. That he wouldn't be the reason this woman died today just because he was something he hadn't realized existed two minutes ago.
"Lee is a lovely name." He set his doughnut holes aside. They were a poor comfort. "I'm AJ. I'd shake your hand, but..." Well, he didn't want to cripple her or whatever. He'd come here to cheer up. It wasn't really working.
"Anything else I need to know? Does it... get worse? Or something?"
Posted by AJ Kapoor on Jan 27, 2018 13:35:06 GMT -6
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The department had been accident-free for 100 days. Everyone was buzzing about the party they had earned as a result. Naturally, the party was scheduled for day-dweller hours despite there being 24-hours worth of shifts. It meant that AJ had to attend in his uniform and missed the bulk of the celebration when his unit had a call out.
Two hospital escorts, a swollen foot, and a nail through the thigh later, the party was over and AJ felt like he hadn't gotten to celebrate at all. That's why, despite his tendency to stay in, he decided to take his fellow swing-shifter's advice and go out. That's why despite being tired, he sucked it up and helped find a place that looked promising. Maybe he'd even have fun.
AJ tore through his closet for something, anything that wasn't comfort clothes, work out clothes, or uniform related.
Pickings were slim.
He debated wrapping his head in a turban instead of bothering with his hair, but it felt disingenuous. He'd turned his back on the strict practices of his faith. To ask to be set apart now... AJ stuffed it back into a drawer and found his pommade.
A quick stop by the ATM not too far from the club and he figured he'd be good to go.
"Why don't you go back to where you came from?"
The jeer was so unexpected that he didn't think they were talking to him.
"You mean the Upper East Side?" He looked around, but the other person in line at the ATM was already ducking her head down. Not her problem. AJ didn't blame her one iota.
"You know what I mean."
Yeah. AJ took note of the thin drawn lips and the hardened expression. He was fast figuring out what the guy meant. And there was nothing he could say that would diffuse the burning anger behind the man's eyes. What did AJ remind him of, exactly? Was it the black on black clothes? He'd thought black was classic.
"I'll take it under advisement." And he turned to take his turn at the ATM, doing his best to ignore the grumbling. That seemed to be the end of it, though the interaction bothered him. AJ stuffed his cash in his pocket rather than putting it away properly and was on his way. He was in enough of a rush that he figured to take a short cut might be more efficient. It didn't occur to him that it was more dangerous until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Posted by AJ Kapoor on Jan 27, 2018 12:40:30 GMT -6
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It was difficult to focus on what she was saying even though he knew it was important. He should be asking questions, but AJ was stuck re-examining all those "magic touch" moments. How some things just stopped or moved aside for him.
The girl who oozed radiation. It had stopped because he'd been close. Maybe she knew. Maybe that's why she begged him to stick around. The fire at the bookstore? Mutant made. That made sense now. He wasn't uncannily lucky. Or #blessed, or apparently not even that special since this woman had known more like him.
And he couldn't turn it off, according to Ms. Mutant. It was just the weirdest thing to wrap his head around. Going into the medical field, he had the inside access on genetic testing. He knew a long time ago that he had no x-gene and had resigned himself to not being special.
Now he had this... thing. This inconvenience that would bring him to the attention of any mutant with extra senses.
It wouldn't really affect him. Except that it would. He wouldn't ever just fade into the background. What if the mutation had adapted to keep a mutant alive? The sugar was forming an uncomfortable lump in his stomach. Those three crashes today... were they mutants? Had he somehow cut off their ability to keep living?
She apologised and AJ shook his head. The lives of mutants were rife with stories like hers. He didn't expect his life to change any now that he knew his "magic touch" was a nullification field. Maybe that was naive.
"I heal people. Not hurt them." He hoped the EMS uniform was enough to explain that and he hoped beyond hope that it was actually true. "Besides. Most people don't have powers to fall back on." He felt rather numb on the subject. "What about her? What's she supposed to do if someone tries to kidnap her or her son?" He pointed across the way at a mom or nanny who was helping a kid un-faceplant from the pea gravel.
Posted by AJ Kapoor on Jan 26, 2018 23:54:42 GMT -6
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AJ checked and... yeah. There was a person. He held up his hand in silent greeting. The guy looked confused, but returned the gesture as he walked on toward the basketball court.
So. Maybe he was a real guy then, if he could see and respond to AJ and Ms. See-it-all wasn't even looking.
Ahhhh mutants had him all twisted around about what was real or not. Besides, if her power was working as intended, why was she complaining? AJ horked down another dough ball, this one was less puffy and more cakey. Man, now that he'd started in on these, maybe he would eat them all. AJ turned back to the playground and watched what looked like a 'let's play house' moment. Kid were hilarious.
"Cool party trick." Mildly creepy, too, but he knew enough to keep that part to himself.
> ”I can feel the energy of everyone in the area... But you, I can’t feel."
It felt like a declaration from an oracle and weighed heavy on his shoulders. She made a compelling argument. And the whole idea made a lot of things make a lot of sense, suddenly. Assuming this know-it-all really did know more than she should and was right... what did that mean, exactly?
He hesitated with a doughnut hole mere centimeters away from his lips.
"So... how do I turn it off?" She had all the answers, right? He popped in another sugary treat. It really cut the black coffee he had.
Posted by AJ Kapoor on Jan 25, 2018 16:08:21 GMT -6
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> ”You don't even know, don't you?”
That was a loaded question if AJ had ever heard one. How could he know what he didn't know? Or was his confusion telling enough in this situation? She seemed to be thinking about it, or perhaps she was thinking about how best to break "it" to him. Whatever 'it' was, his heart rate was spiking and he was now on alert. What did this stranger know about him that he did not?
And she sure took her time with it, checking on her child's welfare and mumbling about AJ's field.
> “You're the adapted,”
"Yeah." So far he thought he was following, but if she didn't spit it out already, AJ was going to pop like a water balloon squeezed too tight.
> ”You're cancelling out my mutation. I can't feel, or sense, whatever you want to call it, you sitting there.”
Oh.
What?
"Look. Lady, if you're having mutational troubles, you can't just go around blaming people for that." And she certainly did not deserve his graciously offered TimBi— Doughnut holes. "Sorry, but if you think I'm messing with the voodoo that you do, you got the wrong guy. I'm not doing anything to you." And he ate a doughnut hole. It was super saccharine sweet and puffy light pastry and little tiny flakes of sugar were probably littering his beard. He found that he did not care one bit. It was just that delicious.
Posted by AJ Kapoor on Dec 31, 2017 1:18:20 GMT -6
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Adapteds? Was that some kind of religion or something? AJ looked down at himself looking for whatever had tipped her off to him being something that he was pretty sure he was not. He was still in uniform, entirely rumpled but not blood spattered or anything gory. He was clearly at the end of a shift and out here in the early hours. Maybe she meant night-adapted? She must have known what it was like to work nights and grow accustomed to the weirdness of living a life that was shifted from the rest of the continent's sleep schedule.
Except she'd hinted that the night shift was creepy to her... or something.
"I didn't realize it was that obvious..." Or maybe she was on drugs. Was her kid out there? Was this a call CPS moment? AJ tried to check her pupils on the sly, but there wasn't anything obvious from a medical stand-point. She was just talking crazy. "I mean, even us adapteds have to keep on living, yeah?"
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Something moved in his periphery. AJ hunkered down to make a copy of the paragraph he'd highlighted. Writing it down in his own all-caps scrawl helped somehow. Like muscle memory for the brain. He felt a bead of sweat roll down his neck and was glad that the staff had hit the heat, but with his coffee, now he seemed to be overheating.
AJ set his pencil down to unzip his jacket and something else streaked past his line of sight.
A book. A book on fire.
He looked around, weirdly calm in the chaos of a bookstore on fire. Chaos was his life. Why should he expect to evade it on his day off?
AJ grabbed his phone and dialed 9-1-1 as he peeled out of his jacket. The biggest risk here was smoke inhalation so he doused his sleeve with coffee and held it to his nose. Ah shoot. His notes. He was scrambling to save his notes when dispatch answered.
"Hi. There's a fire at the Full Circle Bookstore and there's..." He stood and did a quick scan. "Maybe... 6 of us including staff still inside." AJ ducked as something rather structural made a long whale song groan. "Yes. I'm inside." His books safely packed, AJ went to group up with the obnoxious girls at the front desk who had been blabbing about the fire mutant.
"Get low. Cover your mouth if you can." He repeated the dispatcher's advice to those around him, but something smacked him in the back of the head and made him drop his phone. A book, still smoking, hit the floor next to his foot while his phone slid away under the front desk and out of reach. Well. That sucked. At least the book that'd been thrown at him hadn't actually been on fire...
Posted by AJ Kapoor on Dec 29, 2017 23:58:09 GMT -6
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Ooooh. Talking about the other bubbles had apparently been a bad idea. "Hey, stay calm." AJ took a second to put his hand on Celestina the ballerina's shoulder. She seemed to respond to physical touch better than words alone which was common after being rattled. "Everyone's okay so far as I know and we can radio around to find out. Make sure you didn't have friends in other bubbles." The police, certainly, would want to know if this was a targeted attack.
AJ felt the ambulance slowing as he scribbled more notations from the machines in the back of the bus and scribbles from these two mutants remarkable stories. Three voices in one. Mhmm. Sure. It sounded crazy except for the fact that there were verifiably 3 locations and three bubbles, probably 3 mutants at their gooey disaster-laden centers. He got the cue and pulled the awkward semi-circular slide on the back doors.
The hospital was the flurry of activity it always was on full moons, Halloween, and solstices, but since no one on his truck was in life threatening state, the transfer wasn't as crazy as what was typically seen on TV. AJ stayed with Celestina and vouched for Devon as the chaperone or responsible party or whatever seemed like it'd work. They knew each other and knowing was half the battle... or something. It wouldn't get him into her room permanently, but it would let Devon stay close until Clestina was officially settled and attentions were turned to him.
"You did good, kid." He ruffled the blonde's hair before stepping away to see that Devon didn't escape from the ER.
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He hadn't been paying close enough attention and he'd let his Canadian show. "Sorry. Doughnut holes." Talk about sounding like a pervert… But she’d known what Timbits were and countered with special, secret Canadian knowledge. Not that he was surprised that she was Canadian. The border was close and she probably could have started speaking Russian and he wouldn’t have been surprised. It seemed like no one in New York was actually from New York.
"Ah. Another Canadian, eh?”
He didn't feel like himself, somehow. AJ pulled himself up out of his sulk and tugged his uniform straight. She looked spooked. Or maybe it was back to the potential pervert thing. His training kicked in and he scanned her once over to be sure she wasn’t having a stroke or something, but, no… probably not.
Celeste was so out of it. That along with her pale lips and AJ was sure she wasn't going to stay with them the entire way to the hospital. If she did, it'd be through sheer force of will and copious beard jokes.
"If you start to question the reality of the here and now, feel free to stare at the beard. It's real, you know." He'd almost invited her to touch it, but considering the blood and other potential biohazards, not to mention the impropriety of inviting a patient to touch him at all... yeah. No. "You just keep asking if you see something off. We'll tell you." Devon was still together enough for that... maybe.
AJ bounced between his clipboards and took notes on their medications. They had two goody-two-shoes it seemed. That was both good and bad. They were both in a bad way and it would have been a simple solution if it'd been drugs. A bad batch. Or a mix or an overdose. Those kinds of things had actionable, simple solutions despite the dangers. A mentally ill psychic girl, though?
The EMT nodded along in all seriousness at Devon's explanation and allowed himself the smallest of mental high-fives. N2 had gotten the better of the two injured parties. Even if some kind of psychic-based hallucinogenic sounded interesting, that was a whole heap of uncontrolled and unknown. Dangerous, by the look of his two wards. He made a quick call back to the incident commander as the truck rolled out of the parking garage. They were to keep the female that was on the ground incapacitated. He got a quick confirmation and he braced himself as they slid out into traffic. The siren started up, muffled and yet still shrill. He could tune it out almost immediately now.
But it meant they were on their way and he hadn't even officially gotten Celestina's vitals. Devon probably didn't need to be admitted, but he'd get dropped off at the ER and they could officially decide there. Celeste, on the other hand, had some stitches, possibly even surgery in her future. He listened with his stethoscope and kept the questions rolling, each punctuated by a few quickly jotted notes.
"Any medical history of seizures? Any allergies that I need to know about?"
And of course, this was an epic juggling act. "You holding up, Devon? Anything else we need to know about what went down tonight? Do you know anything about the other locations?"
He put Celestina's hands over her wound and had her press down, not that she had great leverage or strength in her condition. But it did give her something to focus on and do and the wound was only weeping. Pressure would help. AJ getting them moving would help more and for that he needed both hands.
"Aww don't let one crummy Halloween put you off." He had to stop them to lift the back gurney wheels gently over some rubble that tried to scrape along with them. "Look. I'm working, but I still managed to dress up." He lifted and tilted the bed ever so gently in order to squeeze through a gap that they wouldn't have otherwise. He also knew that talking to people who'd gone through trauma and blood loss and the like was often like talking to someone very, very young. He gladly explained his 'costume.' "What? You can't tell? I'm dressed as a paramedic." Bad jokes deserved groans, but he did scan over Celestina just to be sure something wasn't wrong.
Donnie was helping their other conscious one, Devon. AJ'd been hoping that the man would have some more information about what happened. So far, Celestina'd turned out to be a bit more lucid.
"When we step into the truck, I'm going to run through some questions. You answer as best you can. Give me all your truth, okay Celeste? I'm not a cop. I can't really get you in trouble for your actions. There's also machines and needles and all kinds of other things that you don't have to be afraid of."
They'd parked as close to the barrier of cars as they'd been able to. That made it not too terrible of a roll. A waited while Donnie finished up checking Devon's pupillary response and then waved him over so they could hoist Celestina the ballerina up. AJ clicked the legs up and locked them so they could just carry her the rest of the way. She wasn't that heavy.
In a flurry of medical chatter, Celestina's straps were checked and she got rolled in. AJ snapped his gloves off and pulled on a fresh pair in order to take a closer look at Devon's head.
"Yeah. Looks like you're definitely coming with us, Devon." Blue nitrile gloves touched lightly along his cheekbones and around his head checking for tenderness and bleeding. The uneven pupils weren't dramatic, but his trained eye caught it. So had Donnie's.
"Anyone take any drugs? Pills? Alcohol?" He didn't seem to need a neck brace, so AJ hustled Devon into the still idling truck and swapped out his gloves again. Donnie hopped out, having finished securing Celeste. He passed the clipboard to AJ. Oh. Right. Two times the transportees, two times the paperwork.
Aaaaaand he'd shucked the gloves that had Celestina's seizure timings written on it. How did he do that every time? AJ fished into his pocket as Donnie shut them into the back.
"Hold on to this, okay?" AJ tucked the used glove into Celeste's hands. Was it wrong to use a patient to not lose things? Nah. He was already juggling two clipboards and checking Donnie's IV placement. Celeste needed fluids to keep her blood pressure up.
"Anybody on regular medication I need to know about?" This was going to be a long drive.
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"—Because our boss is allergic to fire?"
"She hasn't been here for, like, 2 years!"
"Okay, then, flammable. Books are very, very flammable. No books, no product, no sale—"
AJ's powers of concentration were legendary. He could zone out the neighbors every single time they proved they were going through a rough patch. He could pretend no dogs lived on his floor. He could even manage to study when Amber was being cute and trying to tempt him away to make a pillow fort and eat cheerios. He could not, however, ignore the man with fire for hair.
Once AJ caught sight of it his biochemical pathways brain swapped over to speculation: how was it sustained? What was it using as a fuel source? And why weren't the people at the desk even trying to keep their voices down?
There was a moment when the fireman met AJ's eyes. He had one fist clenched and one armload of books.
"Hey." He inclined his head a bit by way of a mundane greeting as the man passed his corner. The EMT was tempted to turn and follow FireHair with his eyes, but figured the guy got enough of that. And he really did have to study.
"You talk to him!"
"No, you!"
AJ hunched his shoulders and did his best to ignore, easier to do once he popped the top off of his highlighter and started reengaging in the material at hand.
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The best part of finding a little hole in the wall sort of place was that they remembered his order. And, once he returned with regularity, they even learned to have it ready for him before he showed up. Some things were worth the cost.
"One extra large Puerto Rican Relief Blend, cinnamon and a splash of cream."
Or maybe, just maybe, he was a sucker for rigid structure and a quiet cafe to study in.
"Bless you." It was the perfect amount of warmth in his winter-chilled hands. Washing them all the time had left them cold, but he didn't have time to get sick. Like, ever. "I'm not worthy. I'm not worthy." He passed over a bill and upon receiving his change, immediately dumped it into the tipping jar as was his custom. He had to keep the cafe people happy if he wanted to keep getting the royal treatment.
"Ask management to crank the heat a bit, will ya?" He hefted his rucksack and found his out of the way cubby in order to escape the minor disagreement that was going on at the register. Something about a safe place applying to everyone. He did not care. It was not his problem. Today, his problem was biochemical pathways.
He unpacked his bag and settled his coffee and his highlighters and his ruled pad of paper. Studying was like a second, caffeine-powered home.
