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 Susan Hyde on Jan 31, 2010 7:05:52 GMT -6
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"Hello. Meld here. How can I help you?" Susan blinked. 'Meld'? Seriously? What kind of person uses a name like that? Oh. Right. Mutant activists. Well. Beggars and choosers, and all that. Her voice had a metallic taste to it. Over the phone, at least. Susan wondered. But not for long. "Well, you could start with busting me out of here." she said. She was not even thinking about it, not right now, but she sure as hell did know what she needed "I... recently discovered I am a mutant, and my foster parents are keeping me grounded for running away. My abilities are not a threat to anyone, and I am 18 years old, so I do not appreciate being treated like this." She frowned. "Listen, lady, I do not know what kind of help you are offering to mutants... but I didn't know who else to ask." Well, she could have asked Pluto. But that was her backup plan. You only summon a demon when humans failed.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Jan 28, 2010 17:15:46 GMT -6
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'Ridiculous' tastes like pickles with chocolate. Susan could taste it all over the house. She was locked up in her room, which was not legal at all, not to mention not fair - she turned 18 one goddamn month ago, there was no way the Hydes could treat her like that. No way in hell, and the NY justice department. Still, here she was. Getting silent treated by a family that was not even her own. It was the kind of silence that crawls all over your skin and leaves a slimy trail. It was the kind of silence that smells like fertilizers and other unpleasant chemicals. It was the kind of silence that hovers over you in a thick baby blue mist.
Susan shuddered. Before she found out she was a mutant and ran away from school and 'home', she always had the icky feeling the Hydes were trying to save her soul. All the time, every way, 24/7. But ever since she got dragged back home to her 'legal guardians' by the police, it had gotten infinitely worse. The Hydes - including her so-called 'sisters' - were trying to bond with her. (In their weird, 'let's not talk to her just give her sad disappointed puppy dog looks and make her feel we are always going to be there for her no matter what') Urgh.
Susan decided it was time to call for help. She was not comfortable with asking someone to help her deal with her personal problems, but to hell with it, she was not spending any more time with a family that had her grounded for term undecided. Smoothing the flyer out on her knee, she copied the number into her phone. Good thing they didn't think about taking that away. They knew Susan never called anyone. Up until now.
It anyone says the phrase 'moral support' I'm gonna hex his ass into next week. What I need it the cavalry. And I need it yesterday.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Jan 15, 2010 9:49:57 GMT -6
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The lady looked... disoriented? Lost? Uncertain? The list went on and on inside her head as Susan walked at a comfortable pace after the newly discovered mutant. She was a weird one, not that the Witch would have any right calling others 'weird'. Even in a positive way. There was a certain air of uncertainty around the woman; Susan could almost see it. She was not sure if it was the result of her mutation, or some smell people's emotions had and her smell/vision picked up, but it was there, faint blue and almost childishly innocent. In old times pink was for boys, blue was for girls... Emerging from the subway onto the surface, Susan was almost entirely sure the lady way lost. Or she started out without having a specified destination. Either way, she was not doing anything interesting, besides behaving the way she did. Susan followed her a little bit more - she was trying to work up the courage and the right attitude to talk to the woman. Not like she needed to. She could have just walked on and left it at that. She had more than enough new... friends? Acquaintances?... already. More than enough for a girl who was not used to having any. But then again, of she was going to find out more about mutantkind, as a scientist she could not pass up such a rare chance. Walking a bit faster in a rush of determination to catch up to the woman, Susan cleared her throat. "Um. Hi there..." Yes, Miss Hyde. Your eloquence is truly fascinating.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Jan 13, 2010 10:03:11 GMT -6
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Susan was getting good at things she had never been interested in before. Like avoiding attention while walking on the streets. True, she'd never been one to stand out in a crowd - colorful eyes not included - but in the past weeks she developed a certain common sense to avoid being found. By whoever was looking for her. Including the police. Considering she was still living with a police officer... well, it could have been worse. Simultaneously she also got better at observing people. Observing was the thing to do. Now that she found out how the mutant gene looked, smelled, tasted, felt, sounded like, looking at people had a whole new angle to it. And so happened that wandering aimlessly around the City became her favorite pastime. You could never know who you were going to find.
Like the lady on the subway. Susan was standing just a couple of feet away from her, and she was pretty sure the lady didn't waste more than a glance at the schoolgirl with the dark glasses. Taste of something sweet and sour, together with the one taste you can't really name. Definitely mutant. Disturbingly mundane looks, no glancing around, no signs of awkwardness. No visible mutation. Once the subway stopped and the lady got off, Susan found herself following her. Even in a crowded place like New York it was a rare occasion to find fellow mutants; rare enough to spike the curiosity of a certain young witch. What is her mutation? Does she know about it? Is she aware of the fact that there are others out there? Where is she going? Is she using her powers? Does she have a normal job? Does she have a normal life?... Susan had always been a scientist. A researcher. Finding out more about the new world her genes had dragged her into was her top priority. If it meant following other people in a way that might be considered stalking, so be it.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Jan 9, 2010 12:56:04 GMT -6
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Susan took several deep breaths to calm herself down; anger was not optimal for logical reasoning, and she liked having her head on straight. Through the slowly settling fog of annoyance, one thought got through to her. Did he just call me "lovely woman"?... That was a first.
She listened to the preacher's answer; he seemed to be calming down too. Good. She didn't like arguing with religious people. "Now... to be fair. I must apologize. I... seem to have gotten ahead of myself this time and let my temper flare. I am not one to do that unless I have my beliefs questioned. I don't mean to be rude, just honest about how I feel. I'm sorry if my views disturbed you... I just needed to vent about my frustration with the people on this earth at this time."
Susan glanced at the cross-dresser before turning her attention back to the priest. On one hand she felt like giving him a hard time about the whole thing, or at least yell some more; she needed to vent too, hell she'd been needing it ever since she found out about her abilities. After a few moments of silence, she gave those plans up. "I said I was a demon to keep them from attacking, genius. In case you haven't noticed, I am not exactly a warrior." she smirked; she was more quiet now, shaking her head in amused disbelief "Next time I'll tell them I'm your girlfriend, okay? Or your doctor at the mental institute. You pick."
With that said, Susan turned to the cross-dresser once again. He was weird, and colorful to all of her six senses, but at least he took her side in the argument. "Susan Hyde." she said, extending a hand; formal introduction made her settle back into her usual awkward self "Nice to meet you." Looking at the priest, she nodded. "You too, preacher."
Posted by Susan Hyde on Jan 9, 2010 11:46:55 GMT -6
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"Well, that would all be true if mutants exist. See, let me expl-" The arrival of the... uniquely dressed individual drew Susan's attention too. In the moments before, she was getting annoyed at the preacher, but now her curiosity found something new to deal with. Pushing the sunglasses onto her forehead once again, she stared at the newcomer. Her eyes swam black again, and it only took a minute. There it was. The weird, opalescent buzzing sound generated by the X-gene. Another mutant. What was his power? Gender change?... "A cross-dresser and a demon... either God's testing me again or I've become Lucifer's favorite target... maybe I'm doing a better job than I thought." This was starting to get annoyingly familiar. The priest was younger and definitely less good-looking than her ex-roommates, not to mention more male, but he was thinking the same way: someone with black eyes and a lick of sense can only be a demon and nothing else. Susan sighed and rolled her eyes. "So... people like me tried exorcising you, huh? Well, that's quite understandable, considering how you consider yourself something not deserving of the gift God gave to you, or are Satan's little plaything on earth... Now he did it. He really did it. Susan felt the familiar metallic taste of anger in her mouth as she whipped around to face the preacher once again. "Now listen up, you fool, because I'm not going to repeat this. I spent the past four years of my life in a Roman Catholic boarding school for girls, and I've had it up to here with people like you. Answering your question: no, slavery was kept alive so long by people like you who believe physical traits like eye color are any indication of a person's nature." Eyes turning red in anger, the puffs of warm breath escaping the priests's lipc looked amusingly sulfur-colored. Susan frowned. "My mutant ability is synesthesia, it's a neurologically-based condition in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to automatic, involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway. Got that? I can see, hear, smell, feel and taste what you are. Religious experience does not generate sensory response. Your body does. You know, for years I really hoped I was a witch. Turns out I'm a mutant. You are too. Cry me a river, and deal with it." Susan drew breath for the first time since she'd started the rant. It tasted sweet. "If you want to go with your logic against mine, by all means, bring it on." Folding her arms, she stepped back, and glared at the priest. She didn't look to see how the cross-dresser reacted. She didn't really care.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Jan 9, 2010 10:25:10 GMT -6
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Susan only stopped when they turned the corner, and then soon another one, just in case the punks decided they did not believe in demons. Dragging a priest by the scuff of his neck made her mood infinitely better. She'd wanted to do this for years. Not to this particular priest though. Once they were well out of sight, she let him go, and sunk her hands into her pockets. Her eyes had long shifted back to normal, for very practical reasons - there was no one left to intimidate and she needed to see where she was going. "So you're a demon, huh? Figured, only the wretched mind of Lucifer himself could come up with a look such as yours. So what are you here for; my soul? Take it as you wish, it's as pure as Christ himself, and at no time could you weaken my will to your level." Susan's lips curled up in a dark smile. "I'm not a demon you bloody idiot, I'm a mutant like you. And for the record, if I was a demon I am sure I could find something to grab on. Hurting people in the name of God? Seriously?" she sighed, fishing the sunglasses out of her pocket and putting them on "Did you really think admitting you are a mutant and then burning someone's face off was going to convince them about anything? The only thing that's existence you proved is the X-gene on your 23rd chromosome. That's not religion, genius, that's genetics." "Yet, in all seriousness... why are you helping me?" Susan shrugged, and looked at the kid, tilting her head to the side, sizing him up. "In all seriousness: I have no clue. Maybe because I got saved by a demon once too, when true believers like you tried to exorcise my genetic code." She smirked at him, and the smirk tasted sweet and sour. "And I hate punks."
Posted by Susan Hyde on Jan 9, 2010 9:23:52 GMT -6
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Susan's curiosity mounted as she watched the show. She could not blame the punks for playing along. Impressive. The young man was either the most devoted person she'd ever seen, or he was very good at pretending. She almost hoped it would be the latter. Devotion did not agree well with her lately.
"Benedictus es Domine Deus patrum nostrorum. Et laudabilis et gloriosus in saecula. Et benedictum nomen gloriae tuae, quod es sanctum. Et laudabile et gloriosum in saecula."
Susan's lips moved along with the words against hell will. She knew her Latin, and apparently he did too. There was something about his voice. Susan's eyes turned black as she watched the crystal clear waves of sound engulf the audience. She took a few steps closer to get a better look...
"OH GOD, WHAT THE f*** ARE YOU- AH!- DOING TO ME!?!?"
The corner of Susan's lips curled upwards. That's more like it. Eyes turning red she confirmed what she suspected a moment before - the red-hot burning marks on the punk's face and the priest's hands. Firemancer? Nice touch. He managed to piss of a whole pack of thugs.
"Do you believe now? What you feel now is the TRUE feeling Lucifer can bring! Suffering! PAIN! WILL YOU REPENT BEFORE THE LORD NOW? YOU HAVE ALREADY SUBMITTED TO ME! NOW SUBMIT TO THE LORD OUR SAVIOR ON YOUR KNEES!"
Okay, the holy man was a whackjob. That didn't mean he deserved to die like he was about to. Susan let out a small sigh as she pocketed her sunglasses. It felt like since she learned about the X-gene people kept showing up and getting tangled in her life. Only real witches get to operate alone and undisturbed.
"No need to yell, honey, I'm right here." she smirked as she stepped up beside the kid, eyes turning black once again. The world swam with shades and colors - most of all the angry crimson yelling of the punk and the almost-gold voice of the priest, above a flock of vicious cold-blue clinks of metal. Looking at the punks who seemed to be surprised at the sudden appearance of a young lady, Susan raised her chin. "What are you all looking at? Never seen a demon before? Sorry gentleman, I have a soul to take. Wait for your turn, it won't be long." Grabbing the priest by the scruff of his neck, she dragged the kid towards the closest street corner. Innocent bystanders - at least those who still stayed once the weapons appeared - stood aside to let them through. "It's either me or the switchblades, mister." she grunted as she marched away from the scene "Keep your hands to yourself and I am not going to hurt you."
Posted by Susan Hyde on Jan 9, 2010 8:13:49 GMT -6
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Susan walked down the street wrapped in an oversize winter coat that kept out the cold, and several layers of thoughts that kept out everything else. She was wearing sunglasses, although they always attracted some strange, whispering glances in the mid-winter twilight, but not as many as her constantly changing eye color. She'd been practicing in front of the mirror, trying to keep her senses in check. Not much success so far. She was not going anywhere in particular. In the past few weeks she'd learned the best way to find answers - or, even better, new questions - was to just walk down a street and keep looking. Listening. Smelling. Touching. Tasting.
"Now, my brothers and sisters, who is to blame? Who is the cause of all of this? Many politicians and thinkers pin the blame on these 'mutants.' Nonsense! What are mutants? Are they not humans as well? People, mutants are not mutants, only beings divinely gifted with powers beyond most comprehension. I am one of them, yet I dislike, nay, REJECT the title of a mutant. All I am is a man who can spread HIS word; GOD'S word! All I am is a man who is to remind you all of the temptations of Lucifer! Sin, my brethren! SIN!..."
The voice smelled like burning incense, and made the young witch sneeze. It was a very familiar scent. The voice, however, didn't sound familiar at all, and it somehow tasted more fresh, much more honest than the ones she used to hear at school. Stopping on the corner, Susan pushed the sunglasses up onto her forehead. "You have to be kidding me." she murmured.
The young - man? monk? priest?... - was standing on a barrier, preaching about mutants and sins to the NYC crowd. For money, apparently. How original. And he also claimed he was a mutant. Yeah, and I thought I was a witch.
"f*** God! He doesn't even exist, dumbass!"
Now that tasted like something rotten. Susan frowned, trying to get a hold of her senses before the experience turned even less pleasant.
"Would you like to help me prove you wrong, sir?"
Well, the young idiot was bold, she had to hand him that. Either that, or he had no idea where the situation was headed. As if he could prove anything to those morons. Susan folded her arms and leaned against the wall, watching. She was really curious to see how all this would play out. Probably with someone getting hurt. The kid'd better hope he has useful mutant powers.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Dec 31, 2009 8:49:54 GMT -6
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I haven’t known fear. And really as far as those who just stare out of curiosity, who am I to deny them such a glorious vision?” Susan blinked, and the corner of her lips twitched again. So Pluto did vote for scaring people away. Seemed to work just fine. "How about you, how do you put up with those that would drag you down, simply for who you are?" The young witch shrugged and turned her attention to her pizza, poking it with a fork. "Well, being someone not so high up on the food chain as you are, I mostly put up with it. Considering I had no knowledge of what I actually am up until today..." she shrugged again "The eyes freaked most people out. I am led to believe it is an evolutional side-effect to my abilities. Certain species use vivid colors to sign that they are not to be approached." That must have sounded weird, lifted off the pages of a science book just like that. It made Susan feel like she was some kind of poison snake. "It is only natural to have something like that." she mused, half to herself "I lack other tools and abilities required for survival in a hostile environment... as well as a 'glorious vision'" she added, and her lips twitched again in the quick shadow of a grin "...so at least I can pretend to be dangerous."
Posted by Susan Hyde on Dec 29, 2009 12:21:10 GMT -6
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“I still think you have pretty eyes.” Susan felt her face turn red - and in her case, quite literally; on her own skin, she could feel the touch of crimson blush, it was as if someone had pulled a thick scarf over her cheeks. Pretty was not a exact measurement. It was a subjective observation. And in her history so far, when it came to subjective opinions, pretty was usually not included in the vocabulary. "Um. Thank you." she muttered. The girl seemed the friendly kind - she wondered if this friendliness was shown towards her own person, or the fact that she possessed the X-gene just like Henrietta. She voter for the latter. It was much more likely. "Medusa's hair was changed into snakes by Athena as a punishment." she offered a piece of her built-in Encyclopedia of Classical Myths, because she really had no idea what else to say. She kicked a chunk of frozen snow with the tip of her shoe nervously. Conversations were very, very complicated. Or maybe she just didn't have practice. “The mansion? That’s where I’ve been staying as well. My mom sent me there so I could keep my studies going and ‘be around my own kind’." Now that was something intriguing. "Do you mean there is a place for people with the X-gene?" she asked, looking at the gargoyle "Is it some kind of institution for scientific research?..."
Posted by Susan Hyde on Dec 27, 2009 16:49:36 GMT -6
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“hmmm, do you ever taste things you normally wouldn’t…say the wall for instance?’ Susan raised her chin, trying to show some dignity, I am not some lunatic from One Hundred Years of Solitude, but then she had to admit, the question was at least half valid. "Not on purpose, no. Sometimes I can't help it. It is not a pleasant experience." she summarized. She followed his gaze, watching the kids gather around and chatter in a colorful whirl of voices. Who would have thought. “They guess at what you know. The sea breeze was soft and quiet and tasted of slated freedom, bah!” Susan smirked. "Freedom is not a taste." she pointed out "And that's not the only thing poets got wrong." She had little respect for poetry. Most of the time it was nonsense, and when it was not, it was certainly not included in the Literature cussiculum. Eyes fogged over with white, and Susan listened to curious glances bouncing off her red-skinned partner with the sound of beands on glass. Some of them hit her too. She winced. "How do you manage to live out here with people staring at you? I am guessing scaring them away does not always work."
Posted by Susan Hyde on Dec 14, 2009 10:44:08 GMT -6
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Susan watched as the gargoyle turned into a man. It was the most impressive display of mutant powers she'd ever seen. True, she was still fairly new to the world of the X gene, but seeing a person shift from stone to... human was something so unreal it caught the young witch off guard. The body heat didn't change; it was still far too cold to be human (and just barely warm enough to be alive). The skin still felt like stone, but the shape changed from mythical to mundane in a most unique way. She knew about possible shifting abilities in the mutant world, but she'd never seen one before. It was fascinating. She could touch the changing body just by looking at it. "Wow." she breathed, and it took her long minutes to realize she was gaping at... Jeramya?... and that the gorgon girl was talking to her. Them. "Your eyes. They change color. That's pretty cool. I just have strong, spazzy hair. I can control it most of the time. Sometmes I don't realize that I'm moving. I've had people think it was possessed or had a mind of it's own. It doesn't though.." Susan winced as her eyes turned back to normal. She struggled to keep up with the girl's flow of words; 'possessed' was the one that hit her first. "My... schoolmates thought I was possessed, because of my eyes." she admitted "Of course they had no idea about genetics. They had no idea about many things." she smirked "I guess you both now how that feels like." She tilted her head as she turned back to the gargoyle-man "So. Jeramya...? Do you live out here in the park?"
Posted by Susan Hyde on Dec 14, 2009 10:01:27 GMT -6
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“Now that is an interesting ability! SO, you can taste how a master piece painting looks and smell how a heartbeat sounds. You could feel how a pizza looks? That is awesome and utterly poetic.” Susan felt the unusual sensation of a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Someone complimenting her con... her m... her abilities was something utterly new. "Well, um... it is complicated. In its normal... I mean, non-mutant form synestesia is a medical condition. People confuse their senses with each other. Sometimes I do the same. It is just... hard to tell them apart, after a while." Looking at his slice of pizza, she smirked as her eyes went yellow. "But, yes, pretty much. For example I can taste your food without using my mouth. It tastes ochre, red and yellow." she blinked "See?..." She shook her head and wrinkled her nose. "Poets don't have a clue about this."
