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.
"'Ass kicked' is 'Lost'. Hmm" Rivka said thoughtfully, obviously filing this way for some future occasion.
"Oh! Teacher, they try help learn power" she replied with a smile. She spoke slow and deliberately to make sure her sentence was good grammatically, or at least recognizable. "Learn new way make bubble. Call Travel bubble; last long time. No move fast. Twenty, twenty five kilometers hour?" she explained. Teacher say, find friend, see if two fit bubble. She call, umm, umm... funny word. Giggy Pig?" the Israeli said, cocking her head to the side looking for verification if she'd gotten it right. It didn't sound quite right. "Say, find strong student when test" she concluded with a nod. They way they'd said it, she wasn't entirely sure if they meant that part, but it didn't seem like a bad suggestion.
"How, umm... 'melt face'?" Rivka inquired, looking both curious and worried at the same time. Was it a joke, or literal? In a place like this, it was hard to tell. All the same, she smiled at both of them. She was getting to know them, and building new friendships. That made her happy. She'd overcome her shyness enough to try with these two, and that was pretty huge. She was still hiding from the majority of the student body.
The playful tone of his voice did make her curious though, and there was a rather major cultural difference she wasn't used to just yet. Israeli's didn't hesitate to ask (or answer) personal questions. Had she known Luke a tad better, the answer to her question would have been obvious, and the question unnecessary. But, such was not the case just yet. "Skye, she is, how say? Friend?" she inquired of Luke, putting one of her hands into the other to indicate not just friend but girlfriend. It was just a natural, innocent question, at least where she came from. No beating around the bush and asking friends of friends!
"Am... no sure" she confessed, with an awkward half-smile, while her brow creased in a display of worry. "Easy before. Abba, ah..." she paused, correcting herself to the English word, "Ah - father - he find you school. No mutant, school close to your Washington?" she said, with a great variety of gestures to go along with it. Her meaning seemed to be that if not for being a mutant, she'd be going to school closer to Washington, presumably DC since there was so much more international activity there and it was only 4 hours away.
"Float bubble fun...Float bubble is fun" she corrected her sentence, as she admitted to some fondness for this new ability with a tiny smile. Perhaps, as she learned to use it, it would get better? "No like when pop. Perhaps learn no pop?" she asked wishfully. If she could do that, they might have some value, but she couldn't count on getting lucky and falling in a pool next time!
What Rivka saw initially were shoes. Teacher shoes, specifically. Well, adult shoes, most teens wouldn't be caught dead wearing them, outside of Synagogue or Church. She was very flustered, but understood the question readily enough and replied before she thought about it. More to the point, things came together in her head half way through the sentence. "Yes, I speak Ara...bic?" she replied, as her eyes got big with fresh horror. The one and only good thing about not being a fluent English speaker here was being able to say something without anyone knowing what you were saying. Especially if what you were saying wasn't particularly nice. That illusion of safety went 'poof!' in an instant.
On the other hand, hearing a language from home was like a tiny piece of being there. That was food for a starving woman, so to speak, as she was terribly homesick. The school was nice, the staff had bent over backwards to help her settle in she knew. But that was no substitute for home, and friends, and people she could talk to without a struggle.
Rivka shoved the last item - a little jar of lip balm - into her purse, and pulled herself from the floor to meet the person attached to the voice. She looked up, searching for a face, and found that she had to keep looking up for some time before she found it, as the librarian stood almost two feet taller than herself. His face was definitely different that what she was used to, though it seemed kindly in its own way.
"Am Rivka Katzin. Please to... meet?" she squeaked, giving a very awkward smile and wondering if this man was some distant relative of a basketball player, but the only one she knew the name of was Michael Yordan - or something like that. Shy and awkward under the best of circumstances, she was blushing badly at her poor start at meeting him.
"Tel Aviv, it big, but no big New York" Rivka explained, making a funny face and eye roll that expressed her dismay at being plopped in New York. "Is cold. Tel Aviv, it warmer. No snow Tel Aviv" she said with a little laugh. She'd have to get used to that... white stuff. She knew what it was, of course, but hadn't ever really had to deal with it.
"Mm mm" she replied negatively with a coy smile. "Must wait see" she told her breakfast-mate with an impish grin. She was quickly learning how to use her power, and she had something in mind that just might do the trick. While she considered her mutation mostly an inconvenience, perhaps it might have its occasional uses.
Rivka came into the library, as it was both a good place to study and also sometimes meet new people or classmates while not being overwhelming. She was starting to get to know a few people, but truth be told, she had to force herself to come here. She deliberately avoided the kitchen and dining areas at the height of lunchtime, coming in during the last 20 minutes or so when there were few people there. She knew this was self-defeating though. If she continued to hide in ehr room, she wouldn't make any friends. But when everyone one was there, and they were all talking at once... it was just too overwhelming. Her shyness won out easily, and she chose avoidance instead.
But, the library, it seemed a safer, quieter, environment. She might even be able to eavesdrop here, to just listen, then silently practice what she might say if she were actually in a conversation.
This plan was going great for the first 20 seconds or so after she walked in. The problem was, she was paying so much attention to where to sit, and how close, or how far, and did she know him or her, that she really wasn't paying attention to where she was going. There was one of those little roll-around foot stools, and she totally missed it was there. That is, until she had already tripped over it, and was headed for the floor. She landed face-first, but mostly caught herself. Her shins, however, had made contact with the hard top edge of the stool. While the real damage was minimal, hitting her shins was most unpleasant.
She uttered several very colorful words in Arabic about it, as she sat on the floor clutching her shins. Arabic had much, um, expressive metaphors than Hebrew she'd found. She could feel her face reddening as the giggles of the other students. She was very glad that no one knew what she'd said in the heat of the moment. She began to gather the contents of her purse which she'd spilled during the fall, so that she could beat a hasty retreat.
Ah hah! Something that she could answer and know she was doing it perfectly. "Thank you" she replied with a smile. For about the 100th time since she arrived in the States, she wished she'd worked harder in her class on English. She'd gotten good grades simply because she was pretty good at languages but she knew she'd been skating by on talent, and not working to her full potential. Now, well, she regretted it. But there was nothing to be done but start where she was now.
"Have been... at school long" she asked, slowly and carefully, and remembering to use her preposition, 'at'. "Please, help when English bad" she asked, gesturing to herself and indicating that she wouldn't mind assistance from a native speaker. It was the best way to learn, and she was determined to get good as quickly as she could. Language profs said that full immersion was the best learning situation, but right now, she felt like she was drowning.
"Am planning trick self" she said with a warning smirk. She wondered how the teachers kept the school standing with a bunch of mutant kids with powers running around, much less once they started pranking each other!
{ooc: This is my meandering little room thread. Come in, sit down, chat with Rivka and teach her some slang she doesn't know yet. As a house rule, go with the last thing posted as to what is going on currently. }
Rivka was settling into the school. She was a little lonely; she missed Tamar and Aleena terribly. The three of them where so different yet so close it was hard to explain. Rivka, the observant Orthodox Jew; Tamar, who was Jewish but pretty much secular and Aleena who was Muslim. They'd been inseparable all through school, so now Rivka felt pretty lost without them.
She'd put her clothes away, put out a couple of pictures but the room still needed something. But what?
In response to the yelp, Rivka gave an equally startled squeak. She was holding a bowl of largely-forgotten popcorn, that she jerked upward when she did so. When she stopped the bowl, the contents continued up another foot or so, before showering back down on her lap. She managed to catch some in the bowl, but most went on her or the floor. What this place needed was a beagle to clean up messes like this!
"Oh, ahm, am sorry!" she began to stumble out, as she tried to scoop as much of the popcorn off of her dress and back into the bowl as possible. Grease stains. Ugh. "No have leave" she continued, before her brain processed that there'd been something glowing. A glowing knife? Naw... probably an optical illusion due to the movie and the darkened room. "Am try to make better English" she carefully said. As she was now getting intensive real-world practice every day, she was now really surprised that anyone had understood her at all when she'd first arrived.
She stood up, then made a face, looking down as a couple of more pieces of popcorn escaped from wherever they'd been hiding in the folds of her dress. "Am Rivka. Your name called?" she asked carefully. Grammatically still not quite there, but understandable at least. She was petite, with long dark hair and green eyes and little makeup. She wore simple stud earrings but also had on a necklace, with a Star of David, but no other jewelry.
"Ah! Yes, power manna-fest week past" Rivka said with a nod and a sigh of relief that she was getting the gist of the conversation. A shy smile crept onto her face, as she was glad to have someone to talk to about this. Then it dawned on her to use a visual aid. She dug in her purse for a few seconds, and produced a bottle of bubble stuff. The writing was in Hebrew, but the pictures made it clear what it was.
She held it up triumphantly, saying "Bubble soup!" Hopefully she wouldn't try sipping it.
Rivka was actually getting past her shyness a little, holding up a finger for 'just a moment'. She took out the plastic wand and blew a couple of bubbles, then took control of them. She had them obediently float in front of Maya. "Touch. No break" she said with a little shrug and a nod at the bubbles which hovered in the air.
Then what Maya had said sunk in slowly. "No...you see ah, ah... again?" She looked astonished and, well, relieved. CS Lewis once said "Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: 'What! you too? I thought I was the only one.'
It had been raining all day, and while the mansion was nice, Rivka really wanted to go outside. She didn't, however, want to get wet. Since her arrival at the school, she'd been drilled a lot by teachers, as they helped her figure out her unique mutation. One thing they'd helped her find was what she now called a "Travel Bubble". It was tougher than a normal bubble, and she could make it last much longer. She'd kept one open for two hours, though she'd found that doing that was tiring. Not extremely so, more like walking around for two hours.
The question running through her brain now was, would it keep out rain? One way to find out! She was already feeling rebellious today, and was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. True, most teens wouldn't see that as particularly rebellious, but they hadn't been raised Orthodox either. The T her father had actually had made for her, as an inside joke. The writing was all in Hebrew, and said "If found, return to Israel" as he knew the move had been hard on his daughter. She'd also thrown on a jacket to keep from freezing. It was 50 degrees, but to her, that was pretty darned cold.
Rivka stepped out the front door where she still had some protection from the rain, holding a bottle of bubbles. She blew a nice bubble, and took control of it, making it into a travel bubble before willing herself inside of it. She then tried walking cautiously forward. It worked! She could walk around in the bubble like it was a hamster ball! She rolled out from under the shelter of the building, so that the bubble was being hit fully by the rain, which splashed against it, but began to roll down and off. This was way better than an umbrella!
Because of the phone debacle, she was grounded to the school at the moment at the request of her father. But the grounds were huge, so that wasn't really that limiting. Hopefully no one would think to tell abba that.
Rivka was curled up on the couch in the living room, watching Beauty and the Beast. She had the English closed-captions on, as her goal was not just to veg out, but to improve her English, and a staff member had mentioned that children's movies like this often had dialog that was slower and easier to understand. So she had picked this one for a couple of reasons. First, she'd seen most of it on the internet, dubbed in Hebrew. True, she'd had to watch it piecemeal, this scene then that scene and such, but at least she had a pretty good idea of what they would be saying in some major scenes. That would help her follow the purely English version. At least that was her hope.
It was pure coincidence that she happened to be wearing a blue dress while doing so. It was a darker blue than Belle's, with three-quarter long sleeves and didn't have the apron or white under-shirt. But regardless, it made her smile that she was dressed somewhat similarly. She could identify with Belle, to some extent. Dreaming of meeting a prince...what girl didn't, at least occasionally? The first thing she'd realized after moving into the mansion was just how sheltered her life had been previously. Not necessarily a bad thing, but now she was curious about just about everything - including relationships with other people.
She startled a bit, as the Beast came in and grabbed Belle's father. Yes, she should have been expecting it, and it wasn't that scary, but she was still getting used to her new home, and feeling of being off-balance left her on-edge a bit. She pulled her feet up, so that they disappeared under the blossom of her dress as she got comfy, and tried to concentrate on the movie's dialog, silently mouthing the words as they went flying by.
(Grab your mutant and some popcorn and come watch the movie!)
Rivka stepped into the room, scanning it nervously. She had on a knee-length tie-waist dress with long sleeves, flats, and a navy-blue crop cardigan sweater for warmth. Looking very self-conscious, she made her way to a desk more or less in the middle and took a seat. Spotting Skye, she gave a slight smile. At least that was someone she knew. She had her long hair done up in a braid, and looked more the part of student teacher than detainee.
For most things, merely threatening Rivka with detention was probably over-kill. She was, for the most part, a very obedient teen who followed the rules. She'd been pushed a little too far though, and had stepped out of line. Her father had requested that they do something to discipline her, beyond his own freeze on her allowance. So... here she was, mortified and stuck with the 'bad kids'? Except, they didn't look quite like what she'd been expecting. She wasn't sure why she was expecting this or that, since she'd never actually been in school detention before, thus had no experience with the "kind" of kids that wound up there.
The kitchen was still fairly quiet, though there where a couple of people there already. The mansion was rarely completely still, with the odd hours some of the denizens kept. Rivka retrieved a small cast-iron skillet from a cabinet, removing it from a large ziplock bag that had "Kosher Only!" written on it. She set the bag to the side to reuse when she was done.
She quickly beat some eggs and set to work making two cheese omelettes. "Learned easier to come early" she said with a smile as she worked. "No chaos early" she continued, glancing around at the almost empty kitchen with its small dining area. Later, the place would be buzzing with students, and they'd spill out into the main dining hall.
As she set the plates down, she quickly recited a prayer over the food from memory which was second nature to her, "Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu Melech Ha'Olam shehakol nihiyah bed'varo" It dawned on her as she began to sit that the Hebrew probably didn't make a lot of sense to someone else however. "ah, translate to 'Blessed you Lord, who word all thing come and be'" she explained. "Have start day much protein, or no make lunch" she told her companion, shaking her head with a grin. She probably ought to carry a protein bar with her, she thought, but had been too lazy to actually go buy some.
Rivka was so frustrated and frightened she was shaking when a young woman, looking a little older than herself, approached. A funny feeling came over her, sort of like what she imagined a drink might feel like when someone drank it with a straw. Lovely...she must be getting sick too. Rivka could remember the same feeling just before she'd gotten sick two years before. While the reason was actually the same, the fact that she'd been coming down with a cold then had nothing to do with it. But she was quite unaware that the two things were not, in fact, related.
Shaking her head, she said "No, no okay. Look for Temple Yerushalayim" she replied, trying to give some indication of looking for something big with her hand gestures. She had no idea that she wasn't even close to it, and she was talking too fast to be easy to understand, wound up as she was. She looked at her useless phone again, then said "Service done" and her whole demeanor fell further in defeat, if that was possible. She continued, shaking her head to indicate she'd given up on that, and forced herself to slow down so she'd have a hope of being understood.
"Need go home, Za-ve-err School Gift" she told this helpful person, slowly and carefully. "Phone, no work United States" she explained, giving the hapless iPhone a frustratedshake. "Is edge park built?" she added, hoping that would help, since the school was built right on the edge of a park, but unfortunately she didn't know the name of it.
Please Adonai, let her have heard of the school she prayed silently. From her accent, she was clearly not from around here, though that was hardly unusual in New York with its millions of visitors each year.
As a house rule, go with the last thing posted as to what is going on currently. }