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 Nov 28, 2010 17:39:57 GMT -6
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It was cold outside. Riley figured she shouldn’t be surprised and pulled her hoodie tighter around her body, hands in the pockets. She’d considered wearing something different, but this was her traditional garb for movie night. It was her own dumb fault if she’d conveniently forgotten that it was nearly November in lieu of carrying around more outerwear. She shook off the cold and let her mind wander back to movie night.
Mmmm movie night. It made Riley smile to think that in just a few short minutes she’d be settled into her seat, hugging a bag of popcorn, and thinking about nothing for the next few hours. It was a release, it was a sanctuary, it was…something she’d apparently decided to share with someone else.
The conversation had been great, a rare diamond in the rough of nonsense that usually went along with running into a guy in a dark theater. He’d actually wanted to talk about the movie. Riley congratulated herself on her good conversation seeking instincts and wondered what today’s movie would bring. She’d all but asked him to come back, and he’d all but accepted the invitation. It was Riley’s kind of interaction. Short, clean, interesting. She’d made a new friend. In the dark. In a movie theater. Hiding behind a hood for 99% of the conversation. Some might have called it romantic. Riley was a realist. It was a little creepy. She shrugged, creepy or not, one didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth when it ran out in front of you with its arms waving. Good conversation with a man in New York was about as close as a girl could get without seeing a mane, tail, and the bow on top of the gift. Maybe he hadn’t looked like a horse, not at all, but the metaphor still stood.
She bought her movie ticket, and made her way to the concession stand, hood staying in place as she waited in line and got her provisions. One simply couldn’t watch the Maltese Falcon without a bag of popcorn…and a giant soda. Riley passed on the licorice today after much consideration and made her way into the theater.
Some girls might have tried to find the exact same seat they’d sat in the time before, arranging themselves so it would be easy to see that they were indeed the same. Riley was not some girls. Instead, she found the most deserted area possible, away from people whose throats might need clearing or creepers who might decide to creep and flopped down, propping her sweater-booted feet on the back of the seat in front of her. It was a well-established practice here, not at all frowned upon due to the already shabby condition of the seats. If he showed up, he’d find her by virtue of the hood.
If not. She’d have an awesome night, all to herself. It wasn’t like she needed the company anyway. Still, she was curious what he’d think about this movie. It was so different from Casablanca…even if they did share one key element.
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Apparently their conversation had finally gotten to be too much for the people surrounding them in the theater. As the person behind them cleared their throat, Riley turned and scowled, ”Need a cough drop? Some of us are trying to watch the movie.” she said, loud enough to make sure she was heard.
Back she turned and smiled in the dark once again. Who really came to these things to watch the movie anyway? Riley conveniently ignore the fact that she often did, and nodded in agreement to her buddy’s statement. The words were wise and timeless, a lot like the movie.
”Amen to that.” she said, settling back in her seat as the movie reached it’s final scene. It really was worth watching, and Riley watched. If she’d been one of those hopeless romantics she might have shed a bit of a tear. It was all so sad. She wasn’t a hopeless romantic though, and those weren’t a few tears building up behind her eyes.
The movie ended, and the credits started to roll. The lights would come on soon, and with the fleeing of the darkness, so would go her anonymity. It was almost disappointing.
”You know, this theater caters to cinematic connoisseurs every week at the same time. ” she said, leaving the statement open ended.
The lights rose up, illuminating the slightly shabby old theater and Riley stood, giving her new friend a smile and a quick once over before turning and commenting over her shoulder as she walked away. ”I know where I’ll be.”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Nov 20, 2010 11:14:40 GMT -6
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Riley sighed with relief when he got her point. So many people were confused by the idea she suggested about movies. Granted, she was rarely in the mood to talk about things like this, especially with almost completely random strangers, but people still didn’t get it most of the time. Call a spade a spade. He looked at her in the dark, and Riley looked back at the silhouette, she could almost make out his facial features in the flickering light of the movie. Almost, but not quite, she smiled back, sure he couldn’t see it in the recesses of her hood. ”Exactly.” she said when he’d finished speaking.”People also need to resign themselves to the fact that the movie will never be better than the book. They need to stop going in and nitpicking every tiny little thing because it simply won’t live up to their standards. It can’t.”
Riley paused again, not so concerned about ranting since her convo buddy seemed to be doing the same thing. People weren’t yelling and throwing Skittles yet either.
”People build these characters and these story lines up in their heads. Their brain creates the scenes every bit as perfect as they could be to that individual. Then they expect those expectations to be met. They expect to see their version of the perfect scene up on the screen.”
Riley’s tone suggested what she thought about those people, ”I’m a realist, at least I hope I am. It’s like you said…it’s entertainment. The thing is…you have to be willing to let yourself enjoy it.”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Nov 20, 2010 11:02:17 GMT -6
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Riley scowled as everyone got out of the cab, maneuvering the blond this way and that and dragging her from the backseat. To his credit, the cabbie kept both a straight face, and his mouth shut. It was impressive. He was also alone in the cab with her, with an expectant look on his face. Riley cursed, looking at the people standing at the door to the building, then handed over the last of her cash for the night. Someone was going to pay for her trip home.
Maybe against her better judgment, Riley got out of the car and made it to the rest of the group just in time for them to all be invited in by a woman who was far too ethereally pretty for Riley to trust.
Aurum told her and Lori to go in first…and Riley rolled her eyes, ”You’re the one holding the injured party. Chivalry was dead years ago. Get your ass in the door and get the woman some help.” she said, casting a withering look at Lori that suggested that if all men of the species were this thick she wept for future generations. Was he really trying to impress them still? More importantly, how much had he had to drink at the bar?
Posted by Riley Sommers on Nov 15, 2010 23:40:10 GMT -6
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”Exactly.” Riley said, agreeing with her movie-going cohort as Casablanca progressed along its natural and inevitable course. Eventually, the movie would end in tears…at least for the people on screen. Man, the audience was riveted. That’s not why Riley was there though. The movies were great, sure, but she was here for the camaraderie. This was the first time she’d actually spoken to anyone though. The experience was speaking in favor of doing the same in the future.
He asked if she wanted to know a secret, and Riley nodded her head, not thinking about the fact that it was really dark and he probably couldn’t see her. It didn’t matter, he told her anyway and Riley shrugged her shoulders.
”Anyone who can’t admit that they watch, and sometimes love B-movies is a liar. Plain and simple. It all harkens back to my earlier point. Sometimes you watch a movie for the deep emotional value and epic’ness…like this.” she said, pointing to the screen. Bogart was laying it on thick. ”Sometimes you watch for sheer entertainment value.” she paused and thought for a moment.
”It’s like people who walk into comic book movies and expect cinematic masterpieces. It’s a comic book movie for crying out loud. They’re campy as hell in their original incarnations. I don’t know why people can’t just see the thing for what it is instead of trying to make it into something more.”
Riley paused. She was ranting to a complete stranger in the middle of a movie theater.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Nov 14, 2010 22:30:16 GMT -6
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Riley sat in the front of the cab listening while everyone got to know each other in the back seat. No, she thought, it wasn't that interesting. This was going to be a long night
Apparently they all knew where they were going. Everyone except her. Riley wondered if the selective amnesia would wear off when they got to this “clinic” or if she’d be able to slip off with the cabbie. There was surely enough cash in her pocket to get her from 5th and 56th home.
She was almost counting on it as they pulled up to the brick building. Maybe Aurum would carry his damsel in distress up to the front steps and they could all ride off into the sunrise with the ‘unicorn.’ While Riley made her way home. She’d drop Lori a note later thanking her for a great time.
”I told you she wouldn’t get sick.” Riley said, jerking her head towards the back seat and its occupants as the cab pulled to a stop. This was the clinic? It looked awful nondescript. Definitely not sparkly enough for the lair of a unicorn.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Nov 14, 2010 20:24:29 GMT -6
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Seriously... Seriously? Seriously. They were actually going to leave a bar with an unconscious woman only seconds after someone fried her? Riley glanced around at the various levels of shock and surprise in the bar. The bartender was still on the phone with someone. Definitely the police, paramedics, whoever you called when something like this happened. Riley could already hear the sirens in her head…they probably didn’t really exist yet…but she felt like she could hear them.
Aurum picked the blond woman up, and Riley winced as he made his way to the door behind Lori. There were two options for her now. Stay in the bar, and risk being recognized as someone who had spent time with the people who ran from the scene of an accident, or follow. The first option meant the possibility of ending up at the precinct. This situation could look like assault and kidnapping.
Riley sighed, muttering curse words to herself as she followed the others out the door. It was the only way she could avoid unwanted attention.
Outside she went, glancing wistfully at the Ginger Ale she’d left sitting on the bar. It was funny how a drink in a girl’s hand could bolster confidence…even when there was no alcohol in sight. Lori was flagging down a cab. Riley sighed as she approached, put two fingers in her mouth and whistled. Loud.
A cab pulled up and Riley approached, ”My friend had too much to drink. We need to take her to a clinic. They know the address.” she said with a thumb jab in the direction of the other three. The cabbie leaned forward and glared.
“She’s not going to puke in my cab is she?”
Riley shook her head and pulled open the passenger door. The other three could cuddle in the back.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Nov 12, 2010 21:09:38 GMT -6
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Riley nodded in the dark, wondering if her movie buddy would even see the movement in the dark. She grinned at his Keanu impression, it really was spot-on. Not many people could do that without sounding cheesy. This guy was obviously a master of conversation. That meant he was also a master of BS. Riley took note and continued having fun.
”I think there’s a difference between being a character actor, and being so crappy that you can only be cast in a single role.” Riley said. John Wayne was epic, there was no two ways about it, ”Sure, John Wayne played a cowboy in most of his movies…but he was a different cowboy in them all.” Yes. Riley watched AMC on the weekends. They liked their John Wayne.
He brought up Con Air, and Riley had to snort, loud enough that someone several rows forward turned and gave a dirty look. Riley chuckled and shook her head, ”There’s something to be said about movies like that though. The sheer entertainment value of something that bad can’t be dismissed. If we’re talking about shitty Nicholas Cage movies though…I’d have to go with ‘The Rock’ you get the Connery/Cage double-whammy in that one.”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Nov 2, 2010 19:49:05 GMT -6
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Riley watched thing progress from a step back with a slowly increasing sense of horror. People were gathering around now, worried about what had happened and wondering what they should do. It always shocked Riley, how ready people were to jump in and try to make a difference once things had been taken care of. It had been “Ahh!” and “Gasp!” and “Run!” when the lights were flickering and the sparks were dancing. Now that the woman was down on the floor…everyone wanted to help.
Except maybe Aurum. He looked slightly put off by the fact that Lori had put his hands on the other woman. Riley couldn’t blame him, it drew a lot of attention in their direction. Too much attention. Prospective bosses were in that audience and Riley didn’t want to be associated with any more drama than was absolutely necessary. She was about to turn and leave when Lori responded to her inquiry.
Riley nodded. It was possible to be ‘not exactly’ like her. The dark haired woman didn’t miss the fact that lawyer-boy was paying attention to the conversation. So what? Let him know she was a freak, maybe then he’d actually leave her alone.
All of a sudden, everyone was looking at her…or looking at her and Lori. Riley swallowed, she was in the middle of it now, and her eyebrows drew together as Aurum made what could only be considered a reasonable suggestion. It looked bad to stand in a bar looking at an unconscious woman. To leave the building with the still-unconscious woman looked worse.
”He’s right…” she said, wondering if it was possible for words to burn a person’s tongue. ”Shouldn’t she see a doctor? Where else would we go?”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Oct 30, 2010 15:28:31 GMT -6
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”Mm hmmm.” Riley said, shrugging her shoulders when he admitted to over dissecting things. If she’d been the contrite type, she may have even admitted that she was over-sensitive. Good thing she wasn’t, though, that probably would have been awkward.
She forgave him his indiscretion. This time. Besides, the conversation was going too well to simply discard it because of a such a small faux pas. Riley ate more popcorn, chocolate met salt. Mmmmm.
He brought up Nick Cage, and Riley nearly choked. If he’d been able to see her face in the dark recesses of the hood her expression would have revealed her true feelings on that particular actor.
”Yeah, I’m not a fan of big explosions and terrible acting that tries to take itself too seriously.”
She thought for a few moments, ”At least he’s not Keaneu Reeves.” She said, preparing to lapse back into silence and simply watch the film. There was something about the stranger’s last statement that had tickled her fancy though.
”So tell me, how is a man a man as opposed to an actor? If Bogart wasn’t so good…it could be said that he plays the same character in every film.”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Oct 27, 2010 17:17:10 GMT -6
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Riley had to wrinkle her nose as the phrase, “hopeless romantic”. That’s not what this was about. This was all about the fantasy. A “hopeless romantic” was the type of person who believed that there were real men out there who could live up to the standards set by the movies. The type of person who looked for that kind of guy in everyone they met.
Riley looked across the two empty seats at the silhouetted stranger. ”I’m not a hopeless romantic.” she said firmly but not meanly.
”I just like the acting in the old movies. It’s so much more earnest. Things were simpler then. There just weren’t as many variables. You know? Men were men. Women were impressed.”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Oct 24, 2010 18:00:15 GMT -6
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Ah, he wasn’t a first-timer. Riley squinted her eyes slightly, trying to get a better picture of the stranger a few seats away. All she could make out was a sillouette, but he seemed friendly enough and the movie had put her in a good mood. A flash of teeth showed in the light from the projector, and Riley smiled back from the recesses of her hood.
Did she come here often?
”Often enough.” she replied, taking another handful of popcorn and working on it one piece at a time, she’d dumped a package of M&M’s inside and smiled at the salty constrast of the chocolate against the sweet.
Her new friend was into the old movies, it appeared, but slightly different genres than Riley frequented, ”I think that we’re on slightly different ends of the interest spectrum, but were lucky enough to overlap here. I’m guessing it’s the manly Bogart finess and Nazi drama that have you here.”
She paused. Dare she reveal her dark secret? Well, it was dark, and she was hidden by her hood. ”I saw Sabrina last week, and they played Breakfast at Tiffany’s two weeks before. An Affair to Remember last month. Somehow I doubt you were there.”
Posted by Riley Sommers on Oct 22, 2010 17:16:17 GMT -6
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Riley just looked at him while he chuckled, wondering how hard he’d be laughing if she wiped the smirk off his face with the back of her hand. The violence of her reaction startled her slightly, and she covered up her grimace with another sip of the drink he’d bought her.
”Yeah. I’m glad you‘re amused.” she said a little miserably, and tried to do what she could to ignore him. Aurum, however, had other ideas. He tried to explain again, and Riley looked at him with eyes that were slightly widened in disbelief that he continued to persist.
He was so sincere. Riley frowned, wondering if she was just embarrassing herself by being so self-centered. Still, she didn’t like the man and he was definitely being a jerk by continuing to make unsolicited comments, and drink offers.
”So why don’t you just do us both a favor then and…”
The lights flickered, and one burned out. Glass shattered, and a few idiotic women squealed as a body hit the floor. Riley’s head swung around, and her eyes landed on the blond who’d been with Lori. From blond to blond she looked, then back up at the light. Hadn’t Lori said a while back that her powers had something to do with electricity?
Aurum ordered her to call 911. Riley rolled her eyes and looked over her shoulder to the bartender who was already on the phone.
Riley was sure everything would be fine, but she stood up and made her way to Lori. Man…Aurum was really hamming it up. What a golden boy.
The dark haired woman looked to Lori and spoke in a hushed voice, ”I thought you said she was like me…what happened?”
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Riley was a closet romantic. It was evident by the tote full of romance novels stuffed under her bed. She pulled them out all the time, reading her favorite parts over and over again. It wasn’t about the smut. Not at all. It was the ewey gooey gushy love parts that made her warm from her head to her toes. Not that she’d have ever admitted it. Hell no. As much as she loved the stories, they were simply that. Stories.
Nobody fell in love and lived happily ever after. The knight in shining armor didn’t exist, and if he did he was off rescuing pretty blonds with large allowances from the tall towers. Not the scowling brunettes from the back alleys and sleazy photographers, or sleazy lawyers and their infuriating coffee boys.
Better to leave it to Bogart.
Riley loved places like this. Old theaters that were obviously past their prime, relegated to showing classics for cult audiences and homeless people who could scrape together enough money to come in out of the cold for the two and a half hours the movie ran.
There weren’t very many people in the theater, and Riley had seen the movie a hundred times. She had it on DVD…but there was something about watching it in a theater that was so appealing. Maybe it was that Bogart was so much larger than life up there on the screen. Riley watched, and munched popcorn from the small bag she’d purchased on her way in. She hadn’t taken her hood down inside the theater, just in case there was anyone acquainted with her in the theater.
She turned her head slightly, noticing that she wasn’t alone in her row. It was dark, and all she could see was a silhouette. Had this person seen the movie as often as she had? The dark anonymity of the theater made Riley slightly more bold and friendly than she usually was and she rose from her seat, moving until there were only two seats between them.
”First time?” she asked in a whisper just loud enough to carry across the space.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Oct 13, 2010 16:02:03 GMT -6
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They were leaving. Lori and…Lenna were picking up their drinks and they were leaving. Aurum had been too much with his rude comments and hanging-on. The fact that they’d all made rude comments too had no bearing on the conversation, he was the uninvited party. Riley watched the retreating backs of the other two women, apparently she was too.
If Riley had been someone else, she would have followed, apologizing profusely and insisting that the attention was unwanted. But she wasn’t someone else, and she stayed in her seat at the bar. It was simply another job opportunity that Aurum had ruined. Riley hadn’t ever considered the fact that the two might actually be friendly towards her.
For a moment Riley wished that her strange talent worked on Aurum, that her mere proximity impeded his ability to breathe, simply so she could sit at the bar and watch him turn blue while she sipped the Ginger Ale he’d bought her. The mental picture was all that kept her from slapping the smug look off his face.
She took another sip of her Ginger Ale before she spoke, then she shrugged her shoulders. Her voice was measured and calm, but inside Riley was still raging. How dare he.
”So now it’s not enough that you practically ruined my career in court.” she said.
Another sip.
”Now you’re going to follow me around and ruin every attempt I make to fix the mess? Did Lonnie ask you to do it? Have you graduated from making coffee runs? Is it a personal favor for Gerry? I’ll bet they’re just best pals, is this what you have to do to get in the club?”
Riley took another drink, then set her glass on the bar to hide the way her hands were shaking with rage. He was trying to provoke her, he wanted an emotional response.
”And I could care less what people usually want to do with your tongue. “
