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 Riley Sommers on Dec 14, 2010 22:29:30 GMT -6
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Two jobs in one day. TWO jobs. One day! The novelty of the thing almost had Riley dancing down the street. Riley didn’t dance though, and especially not down the street. The money though…oh the money. Rent would be paid and there would be plenty of money left over for fun. The first shoot was even done, the photographer had been a legit professional…well at least to the degree that one could expect from someone in the nearly-adult industry. He didn’t gawk, he didn’t snerk, and he’d complimented her in a completely un-creepy way after they were done. He’d even said he’d pass her name around. Riley was in about as good a mood as she could be….and she had time to burn.
Riley checked her watch, it was still a few hours until her next gig. The situation presented a bit of a conundrum. Was it worth it to take a cab or public transport all the way home for what would probably amount to less than an hour when it was all said and done? Riley pondered her problem while walking and taking in the shops she passed. An answer to her question and a way to burn some time presented itself in the form of a small, private-owned book store called the Full Circle.
Riley wasn’t necessarily an advocate of private-owned gigs over the regular variety. She’d seen social and economical Darwinism at its worst, and all too often small-business owners complained about the effect of chains. Riley bought a lot of books…she knew how nice it was to get 40% off list price. All those biases included….the Full Circle was a really nice place.
There were seating areas, and it was warm, even on an early December day. The smell in the place was simply divine, too. Coffee and books. It was cozier than the big chain places, and Riley saw more than one person sitting and reading in the seating areas. Of their own volition, her feet took her towards the Romance section. Nobody…nobody knew about the stash she had under her bed, but Riley had worn the bindings out on so many of them.
She stopped in front of a shelf and let her fingers run over the books, sure the names were often silly…but some of them really were good. On and on Riley looked, locating her old favorite authors and reading some samples from a few new ones. There were so many different types these days, supernatural romance, modern day, sci-fi romancc, historical romance. The last ones were Riley’s favorite. There was something about the dresses, the strong women fighting against societal repression, the dashing, strong men who were powerful enough to tame them….Riley sighed and grabbed one of her old favorites. She needed another copy anyway.
To one of the seats she went, setting everything down and settling into the chair with a happy sigh that indicated a change in attitude about private-owned bookstores. Maybe she’d even get coffee in a little bit.
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Every day of his life. Riley snerked slightly at the comment from her companion and grinned as he took a handful of popcorn. If nothing else, he knew how to eat at the movie theater. Riley peered at him in the light of the projector, despite the fact that it was dim, and the movie was dark, she could almost make out his features. She had the advantage. It was good, she liked it that way.
The movie progressed, the partner was dead. Riley felt a little bad for the guy, no screen time whatsoever. The weepy lady wept, and lied, and changed her name. This was why she liked the romances, the female characters in these noir mysteries were often a little shallow for her tastes. She wanted to comment, but every movie couldn’t be perfect.
Instead, Riley decided she would settle for more popcorn and more chocolate covered raisins, they were delicious after all. Out went her hand, and out went the popcorn bag in return.
”Have you seen this one before?” Riley asked, genuine curiosity evident in her voice.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 14, 2010 16:07:12 GMT -6
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The lights dimmed and Riley simply resigned herself to the fact that she was going to be watching the movie alone. It was what she’d really expected anyway, after the silly spectacle she’d made the last time she’d been here. In fact, she’d have worried about any man who showed up after a girl dropped such a silly line on him.
"Raisinette?"
Oh, he’d shown up.
Riley didn’t hide the fact that she was pleased, she smiled from the recesses of her hood. ”Absolutely.” she said, and held out her hand. Politeness be darned, she’d only forgone the licorice because she already had the giant soda and popcorn. Speaking of which…she offered the bag.
”Popcorn?”
She let him take what he wanted, then turned to the movie for a moment before speaking, ”Ready for film noir, hard-nosed detective work with plenty of murder and deceit to spare?” she asked, voice low and campy in the dark.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 13, 2010 22:39:27 GMT -6
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Riley opened her mouth to say something to Aurum, then shut it again. He was making her feel peevish, and immature, and like a whiner. That was ridiculous! She was justified! Gerry was a creep…and he’d…gotten a better lawyer.
Even in his half-drunken rant, Aurum took away all of her arguments….Riley didn’t have a chance to be angry about it. She was just to…gobsmacked. He’d completely dismantled all of her arguments. Riley was angry, and frustrated, and disappointed in the way things had turned out, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew when to throw in her cards. So as Aurum spoke, she looked back at him steadily, taking what he said in stride. What else was there to do?
He pointed out his reasons for wanting to be a lawyer, and again Riley found herself almost jealous. What must it be like to be so sure of yourself, and your place in life? He was infuriating. Absolutely infuriating. And smug. Finally Riley started feeling the way she thought she should….angry. He didn’t have to be so damn smug. She opened her mouth to tell him so, and the cabbie announced that they were at his stop.
The bastard got out of the cab without leaving a dime, full of righteous indignation, and cheap. Riley scowled. The night had been a complete waste. The cabbie was looking at her in the rear view mirror and she snapped her address, finally allowing herself to cross her arms and pout a bit. It had been a long time since anyone had done such a good job shutting her up. As much as she loathed to admit it, Riley was a bit impressed. Still, she scowled and let out a huff if indignation.
There was nobody to see or hear it but the cabbie…and he understood. Better dress-downs were rarely given in the back seat of his cab.
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Riley almost laughed as he spoke almost. How had he managed to live so long as such an idealist in New York City? The incredulity on her face was evident as he continued his tirade, and looked at her as if he honestly expected her to understand the point he was trying to get across when his words simply reinforced her point.
”It’s easy to believe in a perfect system, isn’t it?” she threw back at him, eyes narrowed nearly to slits as she took his words to heart then threw them back and let them sink in.
”But the fact of the matter was, that I couldn’t afford a slick lawyer who knew what he was doing.” The words were cold and true. ”Did I know what was going to happen in that courtroom? Aboslutely.”
He’ said that a defense attorney did what they could to help people who couldn’t help themselves.
”But I was sick and tired of laying down for people like him to walk on me. I thought maybe I could make him think twice next time…if I was just enough of a pain. It didn’t turn out that way…but heck, the justice system ‘worked’ right?” she paused again for emphasis, ”Poor defenseless Gerry was protected from big bad me and all the other girls he’s tried to get his money’s worth from.”
Did she get it?
Riley looked steadily at Aurum, a small, not-very-nice smile curving her lips, ”You’re not the only idealist there’s ever been in the world, Aurum. And you all learn the hard way. It’s an ugly, ugly world out there, and you can judge me all you want right now, but one day you’ll see.”
She almost felt sorry for him. He'd obviously had his lofty ideas for a long time, their fall from grace would not have a soft landing.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 12, 2010 22:57:24 GMT -6
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He just kept agreeing, and Riley kept looking out the window. Why was he doing that? He didn’t like her, no matter how hard he kept trying to apologize, and he had absolutely no reason to try and appease her.
She commented about principles and politics and Aurum commented with conviction that when he was a real lawyer, he’d defend someone no matter what. Riley looked back at him incredulously. That’s exactly what she’d been talking about!
”And that’s exactly the problem.” she said.
”Do you think for a second that I was the first one Gerry tried that on?” she asked, voice low but intense in the back of the cab. ”Do you have any idea how many creeps there are out there…and how many girls are just desperate enough…” she paused and shut her mouth, furious with him and furious with herself. Why was she explaining? She’d told herself time and time again that there was no getting through to this guy.
”And when you’re a real boy, you’ll make sure you defend your client no matter what.” she said, betraying her recent vow of silence, ”Have you ever wondered what you’d do if they didn’t deserve to be defended?”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 11, 2010 21:24:55 GMT -6
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The other woman still wanted to know how Riley felt about mutants. She couldn’t help but sigh a little bit and raise a hand to pat her hair. Running her fingers through it wouldn’t do. It was a derisive sigh, or an impatient sigh, it was simply a chance for Riley to gather her thoughts before speaking. When she did speak, she looked the other woman in her blue eyes.
”I don’t have a problem with anyone as long as they mind their manners and don’t try to act like they’re above me. “ she paused here, not entirely sure whether or not she should go on.
”Mostly, mutants are really uncomfortable around me. Lots of glares, and muttering, and..’oh my god you made me blind…’ when it’s really not my fault. “ Riley shrugged, ”Either that, or they look at me like they want to take me apart and figure out how I work.”
She was still looking the other woman in the eyes, and what she said was the truth. If it ruined the interview….well, there had been several wanted ads in the paper that morning.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 7, 2010 20:54:59 GMT -6
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He’d felt sorry for her….he had felt sorry for her in the court room. For a moment, Riley’s anger threatened to flare into an outright rage. How dare he feel sorry for her. Riley didn’t need someone like Aurum feeling sorry for her. Besides, there was no way he could be being sincere. Except when she looked at him on the other side of the cab…he either was sincere…or was the best liar she’d ever met.
Dammit.
It was deflating when someone actually stepped outside your expectations and showed themselves to be a decent human being. He was still misogynistic though, talking about how one of his “rules” was disliking seeing a woman mistreated. Apparently rules were meant to be broken, though. Riley couldn’t comment on that without feeling like a complete hypocrite, so she simply kept her mouth shut.
Aurum pointed out how he hadn’t been complaining and Riley shrugged her shoulders. ”It doesn’t matter." she said simply to prevent an awkward silence. ”And you’re right. Some things are simply the way they are.” She wasn’t even mad anymore. Just tired. Really tired.
"Some time though...just once. It might be nice to see principal stand above politics or position. I'm not fooling myself into thinking it'll happen to me, but still." she said, wondering even as she did why she wanted him to hear that.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 7, 2010 20:09:19 GMT -6
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At first, Riley wanted to snap simply for the sake of snapping. Was she supposed to feel sorry for him? Was she supposed to suddenly understand where he was coming from and empathize? She almost laughed out loud, but reined it in. That wouldn’t help anything and besides…he had a point. Maybe her blame was a little bit displaced. At the least, it was useless. If Lonnie really was ignoring the fact that his golden-coffee-boy existed, Riley was wasting her time.
She didn’t feel sorry for him, and raised an eyebrow at his suggestion that there was no point in his ‘apprenticeship’. Is that what they called slaves these days? Riley didn’t really care, but it was something focus on besides the monologue. She’d been wrong before, she realized, he wasn’t all that drunk. His words were too precise. ..and now he was asking her about her past.
Her eyebrows climbed close to the edge of her hairline, she wouldn’t have graced him with an answer, but the words were tumbling from her mouth before she realized it was happening.
”You were there. If you were in the court room, you know. Don’t patronize me.” she commented. ”You watched Lonnie pick me apart up there, made it my fault.” Some girls would have gotten weepy here, played the advantage of being pitiful. Not Riley, she was still so angry about that. Her words weren’t angry though, they were simply what they were, true.
”Hell, he was so good I almost bought it. Almost. The judge saw enough…I was just dumb enough, just scummy enough to go ahead and take my case to court and try to punish the guy, essentially blackmail him. Imagine how that looks on a resume. And Gerry...Gerry walks away without the slightest stain to dirty his name. ” Riley shrugged and let that sink in for a moment, ”Try that on, then go ahead and complain about getting coffee for Lonnie.”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 7, 2010 18:41:33 GMT -6
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Riley had to give the other woman credit, she’d taken the whole “adapted” thing in stride and haddn’t even freaked out when she’d realized her mutant powers were under wraps for the time being. The fact that she was in fact a mutant, Riley made mental note of. It was useful information to know about your employer, it gave ‘occupational hazard’ an entirely different meaning. Riley thought about that for a moment and met Circe’s gaze. At least the interviewer didn’t need her powers to breathe or anything.
The next comment almost ended the interview. Riley wasn’t a fan of anyone who took that tone with her, no matter how much money they had or how many job offers she’d be shoving back down their throat. Who the hell did she think she was? The older woman opened her mouth to say just that, and then closed it with a snap. She took a deep breath instead and gripped the portfolio a little more tightly between her hands. Rent was rent, and work in the more legit sectors of the industry was rare enough that even Riley knew when to shut her mouth and nod her head.
She shut her mouth, she nodded her head. She even smiled a little to show what a good little employee she could be. ”I’d be more than happy to tell you anything you need to know.” she answered.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 6, 2010 22:32:56 GMT -6
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Oh. He was going to get all high and mighty on her. He was going to drunkenly spout legal jargon in her general direction and quote the constitution or whatever the hell it was that said jerk faces like Gerry got to pay out the ass to get away with pretty much whatever they wanted. She opened her mouth to respond…to tell him.
She shut it and turned to look out the window. What was the point? People…men, like that didn’t understand. Glaring didn’t help, being angry didn’t help. Some people were in positions of power, some people weren’t. The people who weren’t simply had to make do. Riley knew from experience, a person simply did the best they could.
He backhandedly accused her of the crime she had committed, dumping her drink in his lap. She turned and looked at Aurum, really looked at him. No scowl, no glare. She shook her head.
”I’m so sorry.” she said, ”Maybe Lonnie can buy you a new pair with all the money he probably got from helping Gerry get away with being a massive creep.”
She shook her head, ”Then again….with my ‘past history’…who can be sure when I’m telling the truth.” she said.
Maybe it wouldn’t make a difference…but it made her feel better…even if she was ranting at a drunk...in the back of a cab.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 6, 2010 21:08:01 GMT -6
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Riley simply looked back as the younger woman across the desk gave her a once-over. This was all business, and it was comfortable. Riley was used to people looking at her. She was also used to interviews, she’d done plenty.
The girl invited her to take a seat and Riley did, crossing her legs at the ankles and turning to the side so she still faced her potential employer. Questions were to be first. That was no surprise, this was an interview, after all. . It was all expected. The question, however, was not.
She simply rose an eyebrow for a moment, then chuckled, shaking her head. ”That depends.” she said, leaning back a little in the seat, ”How do you feel about adapteds?”
She paused for a moment to see if the girl knew the term. Just in case she didn’t, Riley shrugged and smiled, there was no point in trying to hide what she was. The girl would find out sooner or later, and better to be honest. ”I’m assuming you’re asking because you’re a mutant. Can you use your power right now?” The girl was probably going to freak out. Riley was probably going to lose this job opportunity…but, at least Riley would get to see the look on the girl’s face.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 6, 2010 19:54:25 GMT -6
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Aurum finally took the hint and followed Riley from the clinic. Their business was done there…it had never really began. Aurum had been there for his biceps and Riley had been there…because she hadn’t wanted to stay behind in the bar for the cops to pick on. Hopefully nobody had thought to catch the license of the cab…they’d paid in cash though so it didn’t matter too much.
They climbed into the cab, and Riley’s lip curled slightly. Aurum was drunk. How had she just noticed? He’d been drinking the whole time he’d stumbled through his terrible apologies….and when she’d dumped the Ginger Ale in his lap. Pity. Riley hoped he’d remember it in the morning.
Aurum gave his address, and Riley didn’t say anything, she’d give hers when he got out. It didn’t matter if hers was on the way, Lori had given her plenty of money.
He asked what she thought about mysteries, and Riley turned her head and glared at him for a moment. Truth be told…she liked mysteries quite a bit. She didn’t want to admit that to Aurum though.
”I think you should stop trying to be charming and be grateful I drug you out of there before you got yourself hurt…against my better judgment. My kind of people don’t like your kind of people plopping down in chairs in the middle of business.” Lori and Lenna were definitely her kind of people.
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Riley wasn’t nervous. What was there to be nervous about? She was either going to get the job, or someone else was. That’s the way the industry went, and that’s what some of the little girls in this room needed to learn. Modeling was not for the faint of heart and some of these girls looked about ready to do just that. Faint. Part of her wanted to tell them that they shouldn’t sweat it so much. Let them know that there were plenty of jobs out there for girls like them. That part of her wanted to do it, not because she’d be doing them a favor, but because she’d so desperately hoped someone would tell her those things when she was in the same position.
She kept her mouth shut. This was competition. The type that Riley usually lost. Real modeling gigs didn’t usually dig her, she wasn’t tall enough, she wasn’t flat-chested enough, her hips were too big. All the things that made her great at what she actually did made her horrible for the job she’d really wanted. It wasn’t her fault, but it was her lot in life. Some of the girls sitting in the room with her would figure it out soon enough. Or they’d be like her and find out way too late.
Her name was called and Riley stood, portfolio clutched in her hands. There was swagger in the way she walked, and not a hint of nervousness showed around the edges. She’d dressed prettily, but not even the slightest big skimpy. Her skirt was fashionably tight in the hips with a narrow pencil skirt. Her white shirt was tucked-in, with just a small v of polka dotted camisole peeking out from the top two buttons. Her heels clicked on the tiled floor as she walked through the doors to the interview….and found herself faced with someone who had to be at least five years her junior.
Riley smiled beatifically, attempting to hide the instant bitterness that flooded her. What kind of world was it that a kid could have a company like this while people like Riley struggled just to pay rent every month? She pushed it aside, there was no time for anything like that. She needed the money, and the connections. Legit work was legit work, no matter how old the patron was.
”Hello.” Riley said, approaching the desk and tucking her portfolio under her left arm as she held out her right to shake.
”I’m Riley Sommers.” she said simply. If pin-up modeling had taught Riley anything…it was that sometimes less…was a whole lot more.
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Lori explained that the other woman had been electrocuted and for a moment Riley considered correcting her. People were only considered to have been electrocuted if they died. Hopefully the other woman wasn’t dead…then the night would have been wasted for nothing.
Scowling at herself for even thinking that way and wondering when she’d become such a heartless cow, Riley sighed and surveyed the situation. The lovely woman who’d ushered them in disappeared up a flight of stairs, and Lori surged into action, throwing dollar bills around like confetti. Riley didn’t mind…she could take a hint…and a payoff. Aurum on the other hand…took a seat.
Yeah. That wasn’t going to go well for him.
Riley looked at lawyer-boy for a moment and her eyes involuntarily narrowed. Why did that constantly happen? Because he was scum, who’d helped even lower scum try to ruin her life on behalf of the lowest piece of scum…
Riley sighed. She owed a penance to karma for her earlier thoughts about how inconvenient it would have been if the other woman had died. Riley took the money from Lori and smiled gratefully.
”Hey, it’s no problem…and I wouldn’t even let you pay me back…but work’s been real slow lately.” she said, a fresh glare shooting in Aurum’s direction before Riley nodded to the woman in the clinic, ”You’ve got bigger fish to fry though. I’ll get the golden boy home. Just remember my name the next time you film a commercial.”
That said, Riley turned and walked out of the room, barely pausing long enough to give Aurum an incredibly impatient look, ”If I were you, and unless I was planning on walking my happy ass home…I’d get up and follow, cause trust me golden-boy, this is your only chance.”
She’d given him the benefit of the doubt. If he followed she really would let him share her cab…as long as it wasn’t too far out of her way.
