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.
Funny thing about running for your life... you don't realize where you've run to, until you stop, or something forces you to pay attention. Like, say, tires screeching as a car comes flying toward you.
Andrea Shrieked again, and tried to back pedal away. Instead, she tripped and sent her purse flying, while Mr. big and ugly careened into the car instead of her. The contents of the bag rolled out into the street, her fake weapon flopping out into plain view.
She didn't notice, considering she had just narrowly escaped being roadkill... She scrambled away from the collision, as the beast turned it's attention to the car, and those inside. It didn't seem to have been harmed much by the impact, if at all. With her heart thudding away in her chest, Andrea simply sat where she had landed and stared like a deer in headlights.
As it turned out, the car she had run out in front of was a police car... or at least that was what she was led to believe, considering what the man who had gotten out of it stated. She didn't know if she wanted to cry because of being more or less caught, or cry because someone was going to take care of the giant dog...mutant...thing... that had been chasing her. Either way, she nodded stiffly, unable to form words, and didn't move an inch.
... though, she did squeal and flinch, when the cop shot the beast.
For one quiet moment, as her heart slowed and her breathing calmed, Andrea felt a rush of relief wash over her. It wasn't over yet... she knew that, but at least there was a small sliver of time for her to rest. Maybe she'd be able to think up some grand way to get out of this, like bad guy always seemed to do in the movies. Drop the loot in a river, tied to a brick, and come back for it later.
Though... she was hardly a bad guy, and she was more inclined to return the jewelry than keep it. It was dirty, after all. Something that had been stolen, rather than earned. Sighing, the Greek let her head fall back against the wall. She stared at the crack of light filtering in from outside, ears straining to gauge if the distant sound of sirens was coming or going. Hopefully going... maybe, *hopefully*, after her mutant friend.
It's not like she didn't deserve it.
A quietness settled over her, with only the soft hum of cars in the distance and city life to break it up. It was.. reassuring. Kind of. The calm before the storm, she guessed.
With the problem of outrunning authority temporarily dealt with, all she had to worry about was the merchandise she was carrying. It was Allie's bag... and Andrea had watched enough crime fighting shows to know that her gloves would leave no prints on it. Looking down at it, she decided that it would be best if she dropped it somewhere. If she stayed hidden for a little while, until things calmed down, then she could just walk out of the building and pretend like nothing happened. Then she could...
Something shuffled, very softly, off behind her. All thoughts were paused as she turned and looked off into the darkness, ears turning from city noise to listen for whatever had moved. She heard the noise again... like... breathing. Almost instantly fear overwhelmed her, and she froze on the spot, eyes staring vacantly into the dark. She was remembering things... horrible things, about the last time she had tried to hide in a vacant building. Her rational side tried to take control, chanting that it was just some animal, like a dog, or a cat. Something else that was frightened and hiding in a dark place.
...but then the sound grew closer. Distant breath turning into a sickly wheeze. The sounds of someone stepping... heavy footfalls, and an eerie dripping noise. Noises she had only ever heard from zombie movies and sci-fi flicks. Andrea held fast to the wall for a moment, but then the smell hit her. Like something dead, or composing, and her flight or fight instinct kicked in.
She chose to run.
Slamming the door beside her open, she turned and flung it shut behind her. Wide eyed, she staggered back a few steps, and simply watched it. She was almost sure than she was over reacting... she had to be. Her ears picked up a sudden thud thudding, like something heavy running, and the door burst open, almost off it's hinges. Andrea turned and fled down the back street to her left, shrieking as the beast lurched out into the alley and gave chase.
Somewhere behind her, Andrea could hear confused shouts.. and Angry ones. The little voice in the back of her mind snidely commented on how this was all her fault, for trusting her scaled roommate again. Really, she should have known better.
Or at least questioned the motives behind her friend wanting to take a spur of the moment trip into the city. But, being the quiet, non-confrontation type, Andrea had simply shrugged with a weary sigh, and followed her friend out the door.
Right into trouble.
Now she was bolting down back alleys, diving behind dumpsters, and desperately trying to outrun distant sirens. All because her *friend* hadn't felt like paying for a bright, shiny bracelet and a ring. Of course, things really wouldn't have spiraled out of control if she hadn't of also assaulted the store clerk ... and pulled a gun on the security guards.
Somehow, Andrea was sure she should have seen this coming a mile away.
"What the hell were you thinking Allie?! You could have gotten us shot back there!"
Yelling and running were hard to do at the same time, she noticed, so she concentrated more on running for the moment. Her roommate just turned and grinned at her. Like none of the last ten minutes had just happened.
"What'dya expect me to do, pay for it? This piece of crap aint worth the gold it's plated with."
"It's a three hundred dollar bracelet! And that damn ring is worth more than both of us combined! You should have just given them back to the lady, and none of this would have happened!"
The two paused for a moment, resting in the shadows of a backstreet. The sirens were distant, but always growing closer. They didn't have long to rest.
"You saw the way she looked at us, Andy. Like we were trash that had just blown in off the street. I wasn't going to let her get away with it."
The Greek groaned, panting as she hunched over and caught her breath. This much exercise was too much, considering what she had been through in the last couple of months. Bruises had long since faded, but still ached. Cuts had just barely closed up all of the way, and her skull still smarted like there were fresh wounds.
... not to mention the headaches. Always with the damn headaches.
"And this was better than talking to her? Filing a complaint... or Anything else?!" Sloth curled tighter around her neck, reacting to the stress of the situation. Andrea patted him softy, trying to reassure the serpent that everything was Ok... for the moment, anyhow. Allie shot her a hurt look, and crossed her arms.
"You know how we're treated by humans... Someone has to stand up to them. Show them that we won't take this sort of crap laying down, you know?"
Her frustration growing, Andrea straightened herself. "And this is how we are to cure the hate? By stealing things and waving toy guns around?" She reach out with one gloved hand and angrily snatched the other mutants purse away. The stolen things had been shoved inside, as well as the gun- which was nothing more than a glorified air soft pistol. "This, if anything, will only make people hate us mor-"
Sirens picked up in volume, and both women froze. They exchanged a look, before turning and bolting down the alley. Toward the end, Andrea turned left.. and her friend split off to the right. "Hey! Where are you going?!" She could hear voices and footsteps racing down he path they had just come, and wasn't able to turn and follow her friend. Taking off again, it wasn't until after a few minutes of sprinting and wildly turning corners that she realized something...
She had run off with the evidence, and the gun...
A cross street came into view up ahead of her, and a small warehouse type building offered her refuge. She rounded the corner ahead, and was delighted to see that someone had left a door open. Without giving it a seconds thought, she was through the door and slid it shut behind her, before flopping back against a wall to catch her breath.
I'll make this short,because I don't really feel like talking... and you all shouldn't have to read paragraphs to get to the final point... I'm leaving. I don't know for how long, if it will be permanent... or if it will only be for a short while. I don't feel that I should leave any loose ends hanging while I'm sorting through my lot in life, and even more so I don't want to leave anyone waiting on me for various plots and stories. Not that it's that big of a deal, really.
Consider my characters on vacation from now... until whenever.... and consider any thing either of my characters were involved in open for creative ends. or just pretend it never happened, which is easier.
It was fun while it lasted, Mro... See you all around.
Someone, thank goodness, reached out and grabbed Andrea by the shoulders. A quick peep out through her fingers told her that whoever it was had good timing, seeing as she had just about stumbled into the path of a giant thug who was rampaging past. Her grateful thank you turned into a "Thanky-Ooof!" as her savior switched sides on her mid saving. She was tugged back, hefted up, and plopped surprisingly gently onto someones shoulder, and then swung around and carried off to... somewhere.. like a sack of potatoes.
This didn't bode well for a few thrashing mob members, seeing as she had to drop her hand from her eyes to flail at the back of her current captor.... a captor who was saying something that she couldn't hear over the yelling all around her. A handful of men and boys glanced over at her as she was rushed past. More than a few caught her panicked glance and froze up instantly- turning into catatonic human dominoes. The person carrying her popped out of the mass of people, retreating a safe distance away.... and much to her surprise, she was set down. "Dang, you have one hell of a slap kid! Use it on someone who's not tryin' to save your butt next time, kay?"
She blinked at the guy, who had already turned away by the time her eyes locked on him. ...Alright, so maybe he had been the hero type after all... just not the conventional, story book hero. Now that she was out of the fight, she turned to the next thing on her to do list... find her friends, and flee back home where it was dark, quiet, and safe.
"ALLIE!" One gloved hand shot up to cover her eyes again, and she pressed her other against the wall at her side. Come hell or high water... or horrible sore throat... she'd shriek until one of them heard her. "AURUM!?"
Much ice cream would be had, and many many unwanted pounds would be dealt with later. "...The place i had in mind isn't far away from what I can remember... I went there once a while ago." Come to think of it, the name was a bit blurry on her mind.... she just couldn't quite remember.
"I've only ever been there once, but from what I can remember the people were very friendly and the ice cream was very, very tasty!" The Greek grinned at her younger companion again, tucking her hands into her pockets. It was refreshing, to say the least, being around someone who didn't make her feel silly for being...well, for being herself. She had always liked children for that reason. Thoughts of cold confections and silliness dragged her aback to memory lane, happily this time to more enjoyable instances. She remembered Aurum treating her to her very first cold treat in America... and she could partly remember going out for ice cream with Saphirus... up until everything got blurry and confusing.
"You know, when I first came here a friend of mine convinced me that the headache you get from eating too much ice cream can be deadly." She giggled at herself, and shot an embarrassed look at Kaitlyn. Inside, she wanted to honestly tell herself that she had learned more about everyday things, things that were common sense to most people at least.... but she'd be lying to herself. If anything, she had only gotten worse.
Everything was so much more confusing and stressful now... which was exactly why she was going to avoid such thoughts in Kaitlyn's company. "Thankfully, another friend straightened that out for me."
The singing stopped. She spared a glance over at martin. Why was he all red in the face like that? Had he eaten a particularly hot pepper? Where would he have even gotten a pepper, he was nowhere near the fridge... She puzzled over that question for a moment, her head tilted a little to the side. Maybe he had a secret stash under the couch! The urge to scramble over and check was great, but she reminded herself that she was trying to dance, and dancing was far more important than mystery peppers. She needed to remember the steps, but everything was getting fuzzy, and the room was tilting just a little too much. It was getting hard to stand still, let alone preform the correct leg kicks and such! Furrowing her eyebrows, she dropped her hands to her hips like she had seen her mother do, and attempted to do the little swaying kick dance that was stuck in her mind. She was so much involved in it, that she didn't really bother to pay attention to Martin getting up to answer the door. Or, at least she didn't until it slapped suddenly and made her jump. Andrea turned and blinked at the man, who was wobbling about over by the door. She connected the loud knocking with the slamming very, very slowly and then grinned. "Who was that? " Friendly neighbor? Girl scout? Ooh, that meant cookies! Er... well, only if he had gotten some. From the lack of boxes in his arms, she assumed it hadn't been cookie girl. Which left neighbor, or something else. She decided not to pry, and resumed wobbling about on legs that shouldn't have rightly been able to hold her up.
She could remember some of the words to the song that went with the dance, but not everything. So, turning away from the door and the man standing by it, she wobbles about and hummed the tune to the sing suddenly stuck in her head. She could remember being little and watching her mother try to get her father interested in the music and the festivities... he always had a problem with loosening his tie, even for a little while. "... Do you dance Martin?" She swiveled on her toes, stumbling a little, and grinned at him- all teeth. "...My mother tried to teach my father how to dance... Kýrie, í̱tan óti pánta énas pónos..." Slipping into her native language without realizing, she muttered of a little more about how much of a pain it had been on her mother, trying to curb her dad's wall flower nature. "thée mou.... I remember her getting so very frustrated, because he would not put effort into it!" The Greek put her hands on her hips and turned to an invisible husband, wrinkling her nose in fake disdain. "She would say, χαριτωμένος! You aren't putting any life into it! Look, your arms are so floppy, and your legs are too ridged! I remember trying to move my papa's legs for him..." With a giggle, she moved back to dancing, more of a little skippy hop than a dance, really, but she didn't currently care. Her stomach felt oddly slushy, and she was pleasantly lightheaded... and a song she hadn't heard for months popped to mind.
She could hear the guitar in her head, loud enough that it could have spilled from her ears and filled the whole room with music. What's more, it matched the little steps she was doing nearly perfectly. She felt a goofy grin climb onto her lips and started singing along to the song flowing through her head. The words came out greek, just the way they were recited in her head. It was a sad song, most definitely, and somewhere deep inside she knew that. The part of her that was torn up about leaving the person she loved behind was singing the loudest, while the happily drunk outside of her was making a fool of herself. Paying no mind to her surroundings, she attempted dramatic hop up onto the coffee table, but only managed to catch her toes on the edge and ended up toppling over like a cut tree to the floor. "....Ow..." The fall jolted her partially back into reality, as well as her stomach, which gurgled violently. She felt kind of sad.... and sick all of the sudden. And a little angry at the coffee table for not catching all of her. Only one foot was balanced on it, one green foot with wiggling toes. "... They didn't ever really dance after... after I changed..." The floor started to waiver and ripple, like it was made of water. She blinked, realizing that her eyes were wet, and sniffled angrily. The music was gone. As was the beautiful guitar that she would never really be able to play, and she was left in a mostly silent, cold, apartment. Turning her head, she peeked under the couch next to her. ".... you... have dust balls the size of rodents..."
The ride ended suddenly, just a few feet from where she figured she was supposed to be set down, when two supporting hands vanished from under her. Moments later, another set disappeared, then another, until she was only be supported by the two who had kidnapped her in the first place.The crowd was turning around, facing back in the direction she had been passed, and as she craned her neck about to see exactly why, she noticed someone barreling toward her human support beams back first.
She barely had time to squeak, before both the woman and the man carrying her were more of less run over and she was dropped unceremoniously onto the little pile. The brawl had spread out like a bad infection, overtaking a good chunk of the floor. The Greek felt herself rolled off by two sets of equally angered hands, and she was dumped from atop the pile unto the floor as her kidnappers forgot about her and went scrambling after the guy who had more or less run them over. She barely managed to scurry back out of the way of stomping feet and swinging fists, as another duo of brawlers lumbered past her, knocking people out of their way as they went. ~ Allie grinned, watching as her new bar friend armed himself and jumped into the fray. She took a less direct method of attacking the mob, by first hopping up onto her stool to scan the crowd for her green skinned friend. It took a few moments, buts he managed to spot the Greek before she was dumped from atop the crowd, and vanished into the mass of bodies. Wrinkling her nose, she paused and tried to figure out what was best to do... After a few moments, she decided on a course of action and darted off into the crowd, a little further away from the most violent of the brawling. ~ Andrea struggled to get to her feet, and received a forearm to the face for her efforts, as someone barreled past. It didn't hurt really, but it knocked her back into someone else- who, as it appeared, did not take kindly to the action. He planted a hand firmly on her face and pushed her away like she was a troublesome branch in his way. Unfortunately, he decided to keep her sunglasses. He muttered something rude, before she was swallowed up by the crowd again. Only this time she had one hand slapped over her eyes, and was running more or less blind in whichever direction she was shoved.
(I'm leaving for my vaca soon, so until then you two should skip me and continue on with the merry fight! Alli npc can be used or ignored, I may have her vanish in the next few posts when I get back. >.> Have fun! )
Salt on the breeze. Air so fresh it burned her lungs. She gazed out at the rolling waves, at the distant horizon, where the sun was just barely waking from its sleep. Oranges and yellows, even a tint of purple filtered up into dark sky above her, where millions of twinkling stars were fixated. It was like a water color painting, so gentle was the transition of vibrant colors. She felt like she was in another world for a moment, some ethereal, alien plain of existence.
Freezing wavelets lapped at her ankles, churning the sand between her toes. All along her beach the waves meandered in, caressing the bleached white sand, before it danced lazily away again. Shells and drift wood fell victim to the mischievous waters, tumbling about in the current until they settled too far up for the water to reclaim. She bent down to retrieve one such shell, drawing the delicate gauzy material of her dress up away from the water with her other hand. Pale, speckled green fingers curled around the spiraling shell, feeling the bumps and rough edges scratch against her skin as she lifted it from the sand. Deep orange eyes, half lidded in complete relaxation, scanned the little shell lazily before she dusted the wet sand from it and tucked it away with the pile she already had gathered against her stomach. She held her treasures close to her, taking a moment to arrange them around each other so none would break, before closing her dresses fabric around them. Her eyes rose again to the lightening skyline, and she turned away with a soft sigh.
Night was her day... while others around the world rose with the sun, she turned in. Night was cool, and calm. No bright lights, or gawking eyes to disturb her... not that she had a problem with that sort of thing anyway. The move from the overpopulated cesspool of New York had been an easy one. She left everything behind her a few year prior to return home, to the open skies of Rhodes... empty of concrete monstrosities and filthy humans. She had been welcomed by familiar hills and the pleasant scent of Olive and Cyprus trees mixing with ocean air. It hadn't taken her long to... settle in.
White sand vanished from under her feet, replaced by the dirt of the path she took home every single morning. Half of a tune rolled off her tongue, uttered in her language... the old language that had died before she had managed to learn most of it. She passed by a row of battered surf boards, trophies she had collected as the years passed, and reached out to touched one gently, dragging her fingers along its length before it was out of reach. She didn't know how to use them, though she had watched their owners slipping gracefully along the waves. Perhaps one day she would learn. The sights and smells of her beach were left behind her as she climbed up the gradual hill to her home, which was perched neatly at the top. She could already see her windows glittering in the distance, sparkling with orange and yellow as the sun rose ever higher. As she reached the top of the hill, the Greek paused before a large iron gate, reaching out to grasp the bars, before she pushed one side open and stepped into her garden.
