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 Luke Benson on Dec 18, 2018 20:44:39 GMT -6
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May 11, 2019 18:42:26 GMT -6
Espi
Luke laughed, giving one 'Ha!" before chuckling more at a more subdued volume. That was definitely good for relieving the brief sense of tension he'd had. Plus, now he had someone cooking for him. That was an unexpected but much-appreciated surprise.
He chuckled again at her clarification. "Two, if you don't mind." She was definitely improving on her English, which was cool to see in action. "Uh, I like 'em scrambled." It was maybe not the most common opinion, but with a mouth like his, soft runny yolks were kind of teeth-grinding in texture.
Not wanting to just stand around while someone cooked for him, Luke moved over to start getting some silverware--clean and from the drawer--as well as plates and a couple of glasses. "You want anything while I'm in here?" Luke gestured to the fridge as he closed it and started pouring himself a glass of whole milk.
Oh, suddenly it got more serious again. Rivka seemed to focus intently on the contents of the pan as she asked, and Luke got a very...something feeling about it. Luke wasn't sure what she was implying, but he had a feeling that it was romantic again. That was not ideal.
"You, shy? Aww, no way." Luke's tone was cheeky, though perhaps a little forced. "I think you're doing pretty good, y'know?"
"Oh, yeah, good idea." Luke was quite happy to be away from the messed floor, so he scooped up a big handful of the silverware and, once all of it was accounted for, went with Rivka to the kitchen. He could probably get a snack, too; he hadn't intended to get up yet, but he was pretty wide awake by now and that meant it was as good a time for breakfast as any.
Once they arrived at the kitchen, Luke started rinsing off the cutlery before putting it away. His mind had wandered briefly, so it took a moment for him to realize what Rivka said, and he almost dropped the fork he was holding when he got it.
Oh, Lord help him. Luke wasn't exactly closeted, but he didn't really talk about his sexuality a lot--it was kind of a private thing, after all--and whenever he got caught out like this it was really uncomfortable. Especially since he wasn't sure Rivka would be...chill about it.
"Uh, I guess..." Luke was a little thrown, but he tried to play it off. "I get used to it, yeah. Just kind of like, I don't like to get surprised by it, y'know?" Luke shrugged and dutifully returned to clearing up the last of the dishes.
It wasn't that he was embarrassed to tell her. Just...he didn't really want to. Some time, maybe. "I'm gonna get some food. Breakfast, I guess." Luke was hungry but like, he didn't really want to do much work, so he just loaded some toast into the toaster.
Posted by Luke Benson on Dec 13, 2018 13:44:47 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
860a23
Homosexual
None
90
27
May 11, 2019 18:42:26 GMT -6
Espi
Well this was just his day now.
Luke hadn't flinched away when she touched him again, but it still made him tense up at the sensation. Rivka at least caught herself right away. It wasn't something people changed about themselves easily, so he tried to be patient with people getting a little too touchy for him.
He did not, unfortunately, expect her to react to the poor rodent's return as she did. She smacked into him, which was surprising but applied almost no force to him being like sixteen inches and a hundred-fifty pounds down on him. Then she started grabbing and throwing cutlery across the room.
This was an unexpected response, to be honest, and it took Luke a moment to reorient himself, especially when she started yelling at it which was rather loud to him and made him wince. He wasn't sure if he wanted to try to take the improvised ammunition from her, especially as the mouse finally skittered away and seemed to disappear.
"Uh, yeah." Not his best response, but Luke was a little scattered now. "We should probably clean those up. You okay now?"
Deciding to 'lead the charge', Luke crossed the room and peered around the corner to make sure that the intruder was gone for good this time. it was not in sight and he didn't hear it scratching at anything, so it seemed to be gone. He smelled something, though...
"Oh, gross." Luke made a face and stepped back as the smell of the stupid thing's pee hit him. It was soaked into the carpet too. He covered his face with his hands and groaned.
Luke watched the mouse run down the hall, but his attempt to track its escape was interrupted.
Rivka certainly meant well clinging onto him, but it was hard to resist the reflex to pull her off and throw her across the room in the process. As it was, Luke went stiff as a statue, arms drawn up as though he were going to hug her back except the tense stance and flexed claws made it a less than affectionate position.
Once she removed herself from his personal space, Luke relaxed and his expression softened from unpleasantly surprised to a more comfortable expression not unlike relief. He crossed his arms and looked back down the hall. "Glad to help, Rivka. Uh..." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
Luke didn't want to be condescending, especially since she might not get what he meant. "Sorry, nothing personal, but uh...I'm not super touchy." He crossed his arms uncomfortably. He felt like he was kicking a puppy for being too friendly.
"Just, a little warning next time, okay?" Luke tried to lift his tone with that last bit.
He was distracted by the sudden appearance of the mouse running from the left of the hall to the right. "Uhh, wait." He pointed and started moving towards the hallway. "It's still here."
Luke wasn't sure he was doing 'great', but he appreciated the encouragement a least. Most of these were just bouncing off of him, but more and more seemed to home in on his face, nose and ears, which were his 'weak points' in that they actually kind of hurt.
Shin summoned up a katana, which seemed a bit much, but the more he looked it seemed to Luke like the swarm, which seemed to be shrinking but was still pretty sizable, had mostly concentrated on the two X-Men, with a stray swooping at anyone still hanging around.
It wasn't as easy for Luke to get one, but if he caught one with his claws it was easy to rip into, being paper, so after a while his swipes plus Shin's swordplay were leaving a pile of paper corpses around them.
"I dunno, but someone." The fluttering of paper was getting in his way, making it hard to hear or see outside the cloud. "Let's split up-ow!" One jabbed him in the nostril, and he angrily crushed it. "We split up the cloud, divide their focus?"
Another spherical one bonked off his forehead, annoying but harmless. Luke was at least pretty sure this wasn't an attempt on their lives, at least, but it was pretty rude and definitely criminal mischief, at least. He started moving away from Shin, arms raised over his head and swatting away the flyers that followed him.
A few yards off, there was a guy off by the edge of the part, next to the road, who was glaring at him with the kind of look that told Luke 'i'm using my powers in some manner that requires focus'. Just a hunch. Luke tried not to look at him too obviously, but after another few spiky things bounced off his head, he decided, 'screw it', and went for it.
Unfortunately, his sudden attempt to lunge at the guy was interrupted when he crashed into a wall. Literally; in trying to close the twenty or so yards, Luke found that the entire cloud of planes had amassed into a makeshift wall about five feet in diameter. It was unexpected and much more resilient than it looked, and Luke basically bounced off and landed on his butt.
"Agh!" Luke grunted. He immediately tried to get to his feet, but before he could, the surviving paper planes redoubled their assault on him, forcing him to cover his head as they swarmed him on the ground. "Shin, over he-ghlr!"
Luke gagged as one flew into his mouth and jabbed the back of his throat. He bit down instinctively, ripping the plane out and trying to spit the rest of the paper out of him mouth without exposing himself more. Not easy.
Luke tried not to be too annoyed about it. He wouldn't be too thrilled about a mouse touching him unexpectedly. He wasn't big on touching in general, really; he wasn't superhuman but he had a kind of extra-sensitive...sense of touch. Plus he didn't like getting his fur pulled. So he didn't have much room to judge. Plus disease or whatever.
"I see it." Luke carefully edged his way around the table and chair, towards the mouse. It was a pretty big one, so he was hoping he could snatch it before it got away. His reflexes were pretty good, so it wasn't impossible. After that he could throw it outside or something. Problem solved, and back to bed.
Not that it got that far. He was still a little groggy from waking up, so for a moment he lost focus and drifted, right as he stopped in front of the mouse. It immediately bolted across the room and down the hallway in an instant, going over Luke's foot in the process.
He winced and gritted his teeth in annoyance and discomfort. The universe was screwing with him, clearly. He turned around and shrugged at Rivka, looking sheepish.
Luke was getting into the flow of things. It didn't take long, really; he kind of wished he'd brought earbuds with his phone, but it was nice and peaceful, and the monotony was kind of relaxing. He wouldn't have mined sticking at it for longer, honestly.
When the sound of paper got loud enough to draw his notice, Luke found himself staring up at a very large collection of origami aircraft. He definitely recognized a few of them from a variety of shows and movies. He raised his brow, not sure what to make of this.
It was kind of cool, honestly--someone had put a lot of love into these things--but then they started flying at people. That was less cool. "No, definitely not." Luke had almost wanted to accuse Shin of this, some kind of elaborate prank or something, but he doubted that he'd send things divebombing random passersby.
One of the X-Wings shot down at Luke at unexpectedly high speed. He reflexively tried to snatch it out of the air, but it was way more maneuverable than expected. He almost scraped it with his claws, but it darted over his hand and past his head. Anticipating another flyby, Luke turned to watch it.
...But it kept going, making a lazy loop and returning in the direction it came from. There was a mild thud to the back of his head, followed by two more unpleasant jabs to his back as a flying saucer and a pair of B-wings smacked into him from behind. Luke whipped around, but again the planes were able to gain altitude quickly enough that he couldn't quite grab them.
"Hey, come on." He wasn't sure how indignant he was, but it was real rude to just crash stuff into people. "Stop that." Luke, directing his complaints upward at the fleet, realized that the planes probably weren't actually listening. A mutant was messing with them, which was problematic for a couple of reasons. At least it wasn't the worst way to 'attack' them. Still no giant robot.
As if on cue, the moment he thought 'well this isn't so bad' the fleet dropped from the sky, sending the onlookers scattering as they dove onto people. Some with funky shapes got tangled in people's hair and started pulling it in all directions, others bounced off of glasses, knocked things from hands, and orbiting people who tried futilely to swat them away.
Luke looked over at Shin, now a good bit more alarmed by the sudden paper aggression. "This seems not so great." He didn't want to freak out or anything--it was just paper--but it was pretty malicious, and he was getting put on-edge by the swarms of airborne nuisances, which seemed to somehow be growing.
A TIE Fighter whacked him in the side of the head, jarring but not too painful, before firmly settling itself lodged on top his his ear, the two panels seeming to bend to hook onto him like a pincer. "Hey, stop that!" Luke snapped at nobody in particular as the plane started pulling on his head with surprising force, painfully yanking his ear in sudden jolts.
It was with more than a little aggression that he grabbed the thing, crushing in his hand before ripping it apart with his claws. "Seriously?!" This had very quickly gone from kind of quirky and harmless to a real pain in the ass.
Posted by Luke Benson on Nov 13, 2018 0:53:02 GMT -6
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Homosexual
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90
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May 11, 2019 18:42:26 GMT -6
Espi
Rivka's savior came into the common room wearing just his boxers and looking like he'd gotten out of bed like 15 seconds ago. Which he had. Luke rubbed his eyes as he scrutinized the scene, already feeling slightly annoyed.
"Rivka? What is it?" At first, Luke was confused by the obvious lack of a threat, but also nothing that could have happened like something falling and breaking. He was kinda regretting letting his hero instinct interrupt his nap (even though it was just him sleeping in for several hours). Rivka seemed pretty upset, though.
He folded his arms and closed his eyes, then furrowed his brow trying not to want to fall over from grogginess. A tiny scritching noise nearby caught his attention, and he turned to look at the corner of the room behind Rivka. There was a small, dark brown rat, which seemed to have cornered itself in the...corner, and was scratching at the corner trying to dig through the wall or something.
"Oh, the mouse?" It occurred to him as he pointed at the still very present animal, that Rivka was definitely looking like she'd had a bad reaction to seeing the little thing, standing on the chair and all.
This was kind of fun. More than losing at video games at least. Plus it was educational. Kind of. They were educating at least.
"Yeah 'ass kicked' is like, when you lose at something, or fail at it. It's like you get beaten up by whatever it is." Luke paused and considered something. "When someone says 'as hell' it's like, when it's worse than normal. Like when it's hot out, or it's hot as hell, which is worse."
Maybe that was a bad example. Luke wasn't sure Rivka would mind the slightly blasphemous turn of phrase, though he was pretty sure it probably wasn't a thing for her? "And yeah her power makes a big flash, also a real loud boom." He chuckled, wincing unconsciously at the memory. "I uh, don't deal loud noise well." He tilted his head and flicked his ear.
As for Skye and himself..."Uh, we're friends, yeah. We've had...some adventures. She got shrunk once, it wasn't funny at the time but..." He laughed once, then stopped. Rivka had said something about her power. He knew she made bubbles, which was kind of cool and also really adorable sounding. As to the 'travel bubble'...
"I'm pretty strong." He flexed dramatically, then giggled and sat back in the chair. "You wanna try it with me? Whatever it is?" If it was like, riding a bubble like a video game, that sounded fun as hell.
Posted by Luke Benson on Nov 12, 2018 0:13:19 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
860a23
Homosexual
None
90
27
May 11, 2019 18:42:26 GMT -6
Espi
Luke nodded and gave a fairly convincing grin. Yeah, sure, no fighting or dramatic heroism. But he'd probably have just lazed around all day otherwise. And there were lots of worse things he could do for community service.
Luke whistled appreciatively as Shin summoned a motorcycle. He wasn't sure exactly how he made such an elaborate construct thing so quickly, but it was cool. There was plenty of room, too, which was a pleasant surprise; Luke was having to get used to things not made for people with his size, especially since he still seemed to be growing. Somehow.
On the other hand, something he wasn't used to at all? Flying motorcycles. Luke didn't normally mind heights that much, but it took him a minute to regain his bearings when he was suddenly soaring off into the sky. Admittedly it was pretty cool seeing the small chunk of city they went over from above, but by the time he was really taking it in they were landing. He couldn't complain though.
Once his feet were on the ground, Luke smiled at the greener environment and breathed in deeply. The mansion wasn't so bad about it but the rest of the city was pretty rough on his sensitive nose, and having lots of plants around was a more comfortable.
There were lots of people around, and a few (mostly kids) were definitely staring at the arrival of a slight man and a big wolfman in a flying motorcycle. Luke didn't really blame them, honestly, and he was pretty used to drawing gazes. He just didn't let it bother him.
"Okay, then." Luke said as he took the tools and started wandering around. He figured it would be pretty easy to make his way in one direction and get everything he saw along the way. He started off in the opposite direction Shin was facing, jabbing at plastic bottles and cans as he slowly walked down the path.
The shiny one's talking was annoying and constant. Better was the satisfying crumbling of the shiny man's arm and face bits, Luke's claws shedding crumbs from it like the bark of a tree.
The pink one was screaming too, but Luke's gaze went down to the new talking coming from the shiny one. Something on his arm was talking now. That was annoying. He wanted to break the talking thing.
As returned his gaze to the shiny one, a dull thump registered at the soft blade bonked him between the ear, snapping in half with the blade falling behind him. There was a brief, pregnant pause as Luke looked at the broken blade, then up at the shiny man.
He grinned, teeth bared, epitomizing a predatory sneer.
First, he raked his left claws across the shiny man's talking arm, aiming at the ring that was annoying him by talking so much. Then he swung his right arm, slamming his claws across the shiny mask in a downward arc. Then he lunged forward, driving a brutal headbutt into Shin's chest.
"Argh! Rahh...urgh..." A snarl of triumph quickly degraded into a woozy groan. Shin's armor was hard indeed, and this was not a normal maneuver for Luke; in his feral state, he'd lost sense of his own limits, and that he wasn't totally immune to blunt trauma. So the impact caught him off-guard in a painful way.
Luke took a stumbling step back, hands on his forehead, growling and shaking himself in anger, the brief stunning giving way to even greater fury.
Posted by Luke Benson on Oct 25, 2018 23:07:47 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
860a23
Homosexual
None
90
27
May 11, 2019 18:42:26 GMT -6
Espi
Luke tried not to look too baffled by Rivka's responses. It was pretty obvious she had...missed the point of what he'd said. He'd been trying to piece it together for maybe a little too long when thankfully Skye stepped in and explained so he didn't need to figure it out.
"Yeah, Skye's right." He almost said that she's 'got the right of it', but that also seemed confusing. He set the handheld on the table so he didn't have to worry about dropping it or something, then stretching his arms over his head, groaning quietly as he loosened up his back.
"I was just wondering what you've been doing since you've been at the school." Ugh, Luke hoped he wasn't coming off as condescending. He really did want to be respectful, but communication barriers made it harder when he had to take a moment to reconsider his own word choice.
"That goes for you too, Skye. How's it going?" He grinned impishly. "Melt anyone's face today?" Unfair? Absolutely. He didn't really hold it against her, though, and his tone was completely unserious. He was just bustin' her balls, as it were.
Ooh, mental note; don't say that to Rivka. He didn't know where he'd begin to explain that one. Yikes.
Posted by Luke Benson on Oct 25, 2018 20:05:04 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
860a23
Homosexual
None
90
27
May 11, 2019 18:42:26 GMT -6
Espi
Oh, well.
Well it wasn't fighting a movie monster or anything, but it was still something helpful and productive and important too. And it was pretty nice outside, and Luke appreciated the fresh air. And he didn't get punched or shot at! This was fine.
Luke shrugged and smiled, taking a look at the trash lance. "This won't be too bad, then. Not as rough as getting bashed by robots, I bet."
He twirled the pole on his fingers like a baton. "So, to the park?" Luke caught the pole, lance-y point down, then looked back to Shin, shuffling slightly in place.
Well, that sounded pretty bad. Luke scratched the back his head, not sure how to take that. He turned it around in his head for a moment. He figured it wasn't literally, like, a disease outbreak, since that was definitely outside his expected skillset.
Plague like, rats, rat attack? But a blight was for plants. The latter was kind of weird for him as well, unless it was time for some gardening. He wasn't exactly a botany expert, but he could probably dig pretty well. It could be frogs. Locusts? Locusts would make sense for a plague and a plant-destroying thing. What was he supposed to do with locusts, though? Also, if a huge swarm of vermin was the problem, wouldn't this be a bigger issue than just two people?
Okay, he was overthinking it. The anticipation quickly outpaced Luke's slightly sheepish concern he was just dumb, so he asked, "What kind of plague?"
