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.
"Is Dusk that one about vampires? I think I got beat up by a hulking red lady in front of one of... Ah- Don't worry." He might have looked a bit worried there. "I led her away from the crowd until she got hit by a cop car. Wrapped that one up nicely." And topped it with a self-satisfied smile. "Didn't even have to use a gun."
Really. The hate people had for stupid fictional characters... which reminded her... "Oh. So. You were in that?" Noel picked up her gelato cup and scraped around the edges for any morsel that may be left.
Why the heck would Stephen be in it? Wouldn't he have told her about that? Wouldn't that be the absolute worst thing for a conman to have a recognizable face?
If she had the wrong guy now, wouldn't that be awkward?
Korea? Oh. well that would explain why she couldn't get a hold of him for so long. She figured he was running some long game.
Oh. Okay. Kailey sounded like a sweet gir- guy!? Noel would have gasped, but her mouth was full. That meant she wasted precious gelato by inhaling it.
Noel coughed and sputtered through the rest of Stephen's explaination. "I thought you were dating a ginger?" She wheezed.
"And what, uh... what's the publicity for?" She pounded her fist against her collar bones and tried to clear her throat to get the last of the gelato out of her air passage. What the heck had he gotten himself into this time? Conartists were weird, man. Flexible morals and personalities. She just didn't get that.
For saftey's sake she set her gelato cup down before updating her friend on her goings on. "I'm fine. Finally saving up money with a steady job in the private sector. Living with a roommate that isn't a butt helps on that front, you know? And, uh, a complete lack of soacial life." Wow. Had she really been that boring this whole time? Noel frowned.
Noel put one hand on her hip to sort of add an air of casualness to her scanning of the crowd. It also helped her get her breath back after running the whole way here. Apparently her new place was a tad further from Grom than her old one. She had thought it was just down the street.
Ah. Eye contact, a smile, AND a small wave? Yeah. That'd be him. Clearly Noel needed to work on her PT if he beat her here.
The memormancer smiled back and tried to put that spark of remembrance into her eyes. Dang. He'd even bought her gelato too? He must have been waiting a while and didn't want to wait for her to get through the line too. Noel shimmied between tables and pulled her loose hair to the side in order not to sit on it as she joined the pink-haired Stephen at his table.
Dang, but that pink was tacky. Who was he was pretending to be this time? Prince Gumball?
"Okay. Tell me everything because I've got some catching up to do." Gelato catching up, that is. Because it was getting a tad melty. Noel scooped up what he'd chosen for her and took a bite. There was no such thing as bad Gelato. The look on her face was pure sugar bliss.
Like it was even a question! Noel was excited to see Stephen again. She didn't specifically remember much, but just he put her so at ease. She had a hodgepodge of other people's childhood memories floating around filling in her own personal memory shortcomings. Some of them were his. Maybe that was the difference. People who shared their history with her?
Grom. 20 min.
At least... she tried to send that. Maybe it did. Did it? The memorymancer went into her contacts to check and when thumbing around somehow managed to delete him as a contact. Her stomach dropped down to the soles of her feet. Wait. She hadn't even double checked his picture yet!
Hyperventilating, Noel threw on some clothes and rushed out to Grom without even taking the time to braid her hair.
If she got there first, surely Stephen would recognize her...
Lana offered Noel a drink. That was an easy no. She'd never touch the stuff. Noel had a hard enough keeping her head on straight as it was. "I'm not really a drinker." She shrugged her apology, though she wasn't really sorry. If nobody drank the stuff, Noel would probably be out of her job.
> "I imagine it's very scary. If you forget people, you forget the parts they add to you probably. I mean, on some level I'm sure they're there... but on the surface.. I mean yeah that's scary."
"It's not... I mean... Hmm." Noel had never thought of it as 'scary.' Disorienting? Yes. But she was so very used to it. "It's mostly just awkward. It helps to be able to read people, their body language and all that? Really it's only weird when they're familiar and I just can't get that same feeling. With some friends, they just click back into place." She shrugged. "Other times I just fake it 'til I make it." Surely normal people were about the same? Noel thought it over while helping herself to the quickly dwindling cookie dough.
On screen, dolphin clicks captured her attention for a short while. Ah. Awkward alien on dolphin love scene. She felt about the same with the people on people action. Rubbery gray skin just magnified her disbelief in lovey-dovey personal interaction.
> "So, tell me some horror stories, or embaressingly funny one, about your job!"
Lana's enthusiasm brought Noel back to the couch from her ephemeral musings.
"Hmm. Well, some jobs I get hired specifically for my ability to forget. But that doesn't mean there are days I don't." She tried to think of something entertaining. "I've been puked on more than twice. Bluh." Not exactly funny.
"One time I got tricked into thinking I'd been doused in Anthrax so I stripped and jumped into the lake over by the the jogging path in Central Park." Noel's cheeks pinked at the thought. It was extra embarrassing to be tricked with a power like hers. "Not my brightest moment, but I kinda panicked, you know? Some scamp ran off with my clothes and I had to bum a jacket off of some guy to get home 'cause it was winter." Noel rolled her lips in on each other. Okay. Looking back on it, that was at least a little funny.
Noel swept up the fallen pine needles and broken wings like a good little Lurch. Ty had the tree fluffing well in hand so Noel went to find a place for the debris.
Not finding an immediate answer, the memorymancer tried to jiggle just the needles out of the dust bin and down the sink in the kitchen. People put salad and other leafy crap down there. Why not pine needles? Same diff.
In fact, she made it a point to be very concerned with picking out just the pine needles so that whatever they were talking about would flow right around her as if she were a stone and their words were the water of a river. It was only when Ty said her name directly that she started to tune back in.
>"...Noel, you'd be welcome to come with. Or you can stay here if you two promise to behave yourselves..."
Oh thank those chubby angel pieces. An out. She was kicking herself for even being here. "I should probably... not. be here."
No judging eye twitches were harmed in the making of that sentence.
So Noel sorta set herself up as the most awkward third wheel butler that a couple could want. The memorymancer pretended she was Lurch from the Adam's family because it made her feel better about being the arms and legs that carried the goods of the crazy couple she was helping out. Man, Lurch must have seen some stuff.
But, was it clearly stolen Christmas Tree crazy?
Tree. Though window. Chubby cherubs smashed to bits on the floor.
Must. Not. Comment.
She would, however, add a note in her phone that Tses was a thief or at least a very, very mentally unstable person.
"Do you have a broom somewhere?" Well, if she was going full Lurch, she could at least help them set up the stolen goods first. And she would even try to keep her eye twitching to herself. Noel put the bags down and went to help the tree.
Noel, having spent her hourly allotment of eye rolls, settled for a sigh this time. Tses was right. Noel wasn't challenging her to win Ty. Noel had just challenged her to get away from Ty. Because as far as Noel knew, Ty had said she was bad news. Which Noel could see for herself now, but really that was all sort of based on hearsay and anecdotal evidence rather than anything factual. And now, of course, Ty was singing a different tune...
Another sigh.
She couldn't keep up with this kind of yo-yo relationship crap. Maybe she should just get a tattoo to remind herself never to get in a relationship. Period.
At least Tses didn't let her issues keep Noel from being useful when she was clearly needed.
Noel raised her eyebrows at Ty. "I'll just keep my mouth shut then." Yep. She decided that was the high road.
The memorymancer scooped up the bags and shifted them around to accomodate the weight. Once she was as comfortable as the gifts that she had nothing to do with would allow, she was following this weird little parade to Ty and Tses' apartment.
Because that wasn't going to be weird or anything.
Hopefully they would let her be just be like one of those Amazon drone things she read about. She would just deliver the goods and fly back to home base.
Ugh. And this was why it was so much easier to make friends with guys. A guy would have just punched her and gotten it over with. They may tussle, but when the chips were down no grudges were held.
"I'm guessing you would both rather fall over dead than let me carry your crap home?" Yes, that was an offer. She was the only one so far not wincing or crying. Jeez. Maybe it hadn't been Ty that made her uncomfortable enough to run off.
Just to shake things up a bit and keep those creative juices flowing, I'm (once again) tossing down the 50 word gauntlet. Anybody can write, but can you tell a complete story in just fifty words? I think this is a fun way to stretch our story telling skills.
Here is a refresher on the rules: Look at the prompt, choose a character, and write a short story that fits both the prompt and the character. You don't have to include the words of the prompt in your submission, but it does have to obviously relate.
You get fifty words exactly. No more. No less.
If you have a suggestion for a future 50 Word Challenge prompt, PM me.
So are you up to the challenge? Good. Because here's the first prompt of 2014: What we remember becomes folklore.
Noel arched an eyebrow, but no further punches came.
Wow. So Noel was the bully now? She rolled her eyes. So what? She wasn't picking on him. She had notes that said that Ty didn't hide anything from her. He'd let her taste his memories before. What was the big deal now?
Of course, when she took a step back and thought about it she wasn't being a good friend now. It had started because she'd wanted to protect Ty from crazy pants McGee here. Now...?
God. She was going to have to grovel later, wasn't she?
"Ty, I owe you a steak for that eye." She watched Tses as she said the words. As much as this had started because of Ty, it was now really between the girls. In wanting to assert herself as the dominant and avoid further phsyical conflict, Noel had fallen into gray territory. Territory that made her squidgy and want to attend mass.
"I have..." She sighed, defeated. "Everybody has issues."
She was sullen and quiet but most of all tried to be discreet with the olive branch that she was about to offer Tses. "I know a couple tricks. If you want to learn to read." She'd recognized the signs through the memories. She'd done some of the same things in order to fake it. "I didn't learn that long ago myself." She shrugged. She knew she'd learned to read from someone else since her recollection of how she learned was a patchwork of other people's memories.
If Noel's offer earned her another punch, well, maybe she actually deserved it this time.
Tses' yank on Noel's braid pulled her face away from Ty's with a smacking pop that was sure to rankle even the most liberal of swingers. The memorymancer missed the slutty mitts comment altogether. In fact, it wasn't until after Tses had punched her in the face that Noel's eyes focused on the here and now.
The brunette yanked her braid back from Tses' grip and touched her nose to check if it was bleeding. She wasn't. That didn't mean that the blow hadn't hurt. It definitely smarted. She didn't do that bad for a practical cripple. But Noel'd had much worse.
Poor Ty got dropped like a sack of flour somewhere in that span.
"Wow-e. I don't approve of domestic violence as a general rule, but Ty, you did a bang up job here of de-clawing your cat. That sorta tickled." Noel touched her nose again. It was probably starting to swell a bit by the feeling of heat that radiated off her schnoz, but she could at least act like it didn't hurt.
Noel wasn't usually this petty. She wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but she wanted to systematically dismantle this tramp. Feelings and friends be damned. She advanced a step toward Tses. "Don't you think these will add to the nice collection you started? The scars? Don't think I didn't notice."
She advanced again, crowding Tses' personal space and lowering her voice so that Ty shouldn't be able to hear. "I don't want your boyfriend. I just wanted his memories of you. I've got your number now so Merry Christmas. Touch me again and I'll throw you in the river." She quirked an eyebrow, daring Tses, just daring her to make another move.
Noel stopped in her tracks when something thwapped her in the back of the head hard enough to make her jaw clack shut.
"You like the low blows, eh?" She should have just let the crazy off as her Christmas present to Ty. Should, being the optimal word there.
Noel turned, eyes glued to Tses as she marched straight over to Ty. The memorymancer wasn't sure she could touch the hologram girl. She wasn't sure she wanted to either since it really looked like she wasn't all that steady. Instead she took Ty by the shoulders, kicked her heel back behind the red-head's knees forcing Ty into the most romantic of dips, and laid a big fat smooch on her old roommie's lips.
It was a nice double whammy. Not only was it a big one fingered salute to kiss a girl's boyfriend right in front of her, but Noel used her talent and tongue to dig up everything Ty knew about Tses.
"Ooookay. You two seem like you have your issues-" she couldn't help the meaningful look she gave to Ty. Poor guy. "-so I'mma let you work that out yourselves since it sounds like you don't need me." She wasn't a man and apparently that was the kind of friend Ty needed right now. Noel rolled her eyes and stuffed her hands into her pockets.
Punching people? Yeah. She could do that. "Placating attention crazy chicks is so not my thing." She mouthed the word 'sorry' to Ty and turned to go, raising one hand in farewell.
Oh geez. Her fist went... but that was... "Oh. Gosh. I'm so sorry. She spooked me." It was awkward trying to reach around the person, but apparently she didn't have to. Noel reached right through Tses then to grab Ty's shoulders. She pat his shoulders to make sure he wasn't going to fall over or anything. Yeah. He seemed okay. So she let him go.
> "Noel, meet Tses. Tses, Noel..."
"The girlfriend, I guess?" Her tone let Tses know just how much stock Noel put into that title. Was she like a hologram? Ty was actually dating a real girl, right? Not some kinky computer thing? She even walked right through Ty on her way to go shopping.
"Rude." But she did shrug an apology to Ty. Noel hadn't meant to make things worse. Especially not like this.
