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 Mar 21, 2010 2:23:10 GMT -6
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Splat. A wet and slimy toad tongue hit her forehead. Susan made a surprised yelp, and dropped Slate, who landed on her lap, in the hammock of her skirt between her knees. "Don't lick me!" Wiping her forehead with the back of her hands, she glared down at the toad. "I am going to take that as a yes, even though the evidence is not conclusive. I suggest you find a more definite way of expressing your thoughts." She wiped the back of her hands on the grass. Slate or not Slate, her... friend?... was currently a toad. Besides, licking someone with the eyes is not the same as some wet, pink toad tongue. Duh.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 21, 2010 1:54:44 GMT -6
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Croak. The toad stared at her, and Susan stared back. There was a lot of green and muddy brown about the toad. Also, it didn't look very smart. "Shifting magic shouldn't effect your intellect." she mused, turning the toad left and right for inspection, making the long hind legs swing "At least that's not the general idea. I might have made a mistake there." Turning him back and (trying to) look him in the eye, Susan huffed, and spoke very slowly. "Do. You. Understand. Me?" Princes who turned into frogs - and toads - were said to have preserved their original mental capabilities, sometimes even speech, thus giving a clue to the princess that she was not kissing a mere amphibian. Of course, if they were not the lightest bulb on the tree to begin with, it might be hard to tell them apart from the rest of toadkind. But Slate was smart. So, following the logic, he should have become a smart toad.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 20, 2010 8:28:17 GMT -6
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'Toad' is a difficult word. Not in English, of course. Susan's fingers turned the pages of her Latin dictionary as her colorful eyes skimmed the row after row of words. Since she was already practicing Latin and witchcraft together, why not start with something so basic even those dumb Grimm brothers picked up on it? Te in craxanti corpore muto. 'Toad' doesn't taste good. But it has a ring to it. More like, a splash. Like something landing in a pond. Susan hopped off the tree trunk, and started to walk; she had seen a pond nearby. Ponds were useful, for witches-in-training. Rana. Ranam, ranae, ranae, rana. Frog. Ranunculus. Ranunculum, ranunculi, ranunculo, ranunculo. Froggy. Rubeta. Poison frog. Bufo. Bufonis. Toad. Craxatus. French toad. (Gaulish, to be precise) Susan saw the reflection first; it was somewhat blurred by the ripples on the water, but not that hard to recognize. Her gaze traveled up, from the figure in the pond to the figure on the shore; he looked familiar to her many senses. Susan's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Te in bufonis corpore muto."
And it worked.
Susan blinked. Eyes normal. He looked like a toad. Susan blinked. Eyes black. He sounded like a toad. Susan blinked. Eyes red. He felt like a toad. Susan blinked. Eyes blue. He smelled like a toad. Susan blinked. Eyes yellow. ... Yuck.
"Slate?!" there was some splashing as the witch hurried around to pont to the creature. She stopped, within arm's reach, and kneeled down, tilting her head at him. Her eyes swam in various colors. The toad was definitely a mutant. Also, he was definitely a toad. "I told you I was a witch!" she declared with triumph in her voice. Silence. "...Um..." Silence. "Slate?" Slate? Susan sat down, picking up the toad in both palms, and lifting him up to eye level. "I am going to conclude the shape-shifting cancelled your telepathic powers." she told him. Because that seemed to be the case.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 20, 2010 6:46:48 GMT -6
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The Witch sat in the woods, practicing her Latin. Due to the nice weather, she was wearing a skirt, black-and-red striped stockings, and boots (without heels, duh) that made her feel all the more witch-like. Her hair was long enough now to be pulled into two pigtails, tight and neat. Susan sat on a tree trunk, kicking the bark with her heels, reading aloud. Nobody taught Latin at Xavier's Sister School, but the library had some books she could borrow (because nobody ever did), and carry out into the woods outside the mansion grounds, where she could study in peace. Latin words tasted like wine. Very old wine. Susan watched them with glinting black eyes as they dropped from her lips and spread out above the forest ground like a mist. Very old mist. They had a ring to them, something noble and serious like a church bell. The witch pronounced each of them with care and accuracy, in the Medieval way - Latin spoken the Roman way somehow tasted funny. Overly sweet. Greek. She had been doing this for a while now, and she slowly started stringing more words together. A verb, an adjective, a noun. She listed declensions, watching as one word changed its shade and form until it fit into the right place, and blended in with the others. Latin is the language of magic. Susan closed Latin Grammar on her finger, and pulled out another book; it was written with her own tall letters, bound in leather. It contained bits and pieces about witchcraftand magic; half spells, incantations, interesting details fished out of bookfuls of nonsense. She kept reading alound, tasting the words to see if any of them had some extra flavor. Something that felt like power. That is why witches prefer the woods. Nobody ever disturbs you when you practice. And if they do...
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 20, 2010 2:48:04 GMT -6
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"You will always have your mutation. You may not always have the time or opportunity for education. Don't put it off too long." "Trust me, I won't." the witch smirked. Education was something she alway enjoyed. Whenever it proved to be a challenge. Unfortunately high school had ceased to be a challenge for her a while ago. Now it was only a matter of finishing it and getting some papers, and hopefully she was free to go on to real education. "Well if you're set and need nothing more of me, I have things to re-learn." "Yes. Thank you for the talk." Susan nodded as they stood and gathered their belongings. She looked at Noel for a while before she asked "Are you going to remember me, or an exchange of phone numbers would be pointless?" Because Noel was such an interesting person to converse with.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 19, 2010 3:53:39 GMT -6
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"The Mansion?... Xavier's Sister School, correct? I know it." "That's the one." Susan nodded as she watched with amusement as Slate tried to follow her, and failed. In the kingdom of the blind... She put a hand on the wall, and inched away from him, just in case he did it again. "How are you doing that--sliding thing?" "I am not entirely sure." the witch answered truthfully, watching her feet, and then his, and then hers again "And I doubt it that I'm doing it right. I think one is supposed to be using both sides equally." she mused, now watching the other skaters for a change. Her eyes played in various colors as she tried to get a better perspective of how they were actually doing it. Pushing herself away from the wall, she slid on both legs for a few feet until she lost the mometum. "How did you stop?" she looked back at him, just as curious as he was. On the way back, the wall proved to be good tool for that maneuver. "So, I take it your telepathy is not useful for copying skills from someone." she looked at him with a smirk. It made sense. If it was, he would probably be better at a lot of things.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 18, 2010 2:15:39 GMT -6
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"First, though, I recommend we survive this encounter." The witch nodded and looked around "I don't know about you, but I think our chances of survival are higher if we stay close to the wall, and away from the crowd." she observed, and did a fair atempt at sliding a few feet towards said wall. To her utter surprise, the fall she braced herself for never came. Interesting. "I live in a boarding school for mutants" she answered his previous question, turning around to see if he was still standing too "It's a safe place to be, even though, well, the school part is not exactly a challenge." There was plenty of interesting stuff to fill the holes in the curriculum though. Like getting tortured by telepaths. Susan decided that experience qualified more like a filed trip anyway. She tired not to think about it all that much. Susan did another experimental slide, following the wall's curve by arm's reach. It felt like hard work, but she still didn't fall. Now the only question was how far she would be able to push her luck. "And currently I don't have a phone. But I'm pretty sure the Mansion has one." she mused, looking back again to see if he was following. She tugged down her scarf too, so her words could be heard. Her eyes were normal for a change. On the other hand, she was tasting ice on her tongue now. Just great.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 16, 2010 4:48:23 GMT -6
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"No one seems to comment on my social skills. I suspect that is not done in compliment of them." Susan made a huff of agreement befind the scarf, that came out somewhat muffled. "People usually don't." Too bad not more of them were like Noel, straight to the point. Would have made the learning process so much easier if people just pointed out the mistakes. In a helpful way. But it seemed to be another unwritten rule that pointing out someone's lack of a certain set of skills was considered rude. Strange. "Would you like to practice your social skills with me? At dinner. This Friday. If you don't have any particular research or pre-scheduled activities that I would be interrupting... Or coven meetings." Penguins are graceful creatures. Relatively. They certainly didn't deserve to be compared to Slate at this point. Or Susan, for that matter. Has anyone seen a penguin fall on its face before?... "Coven meetings are on Saturdays." Susan answered automatically before the rest of the question sunk in. You are supposed to start with the easy part, right? "... not that I go to any." The fact that this invitation could have been considered as what other species labeled as 'date' was absolutely lost on Susan. There was a slight suspicion that this could have been something like the questions that used to send Molly, Jessica and Brigitte into squealing fits around the room, but since Susan never understood that part of the female nature, the suspicion was soon lost too. It was a very reasonable suggestion, to practice together. At least they wouldn't get awkward, like they would with a... more socially skilled person. Not awkward was a very good start. "I don't have anything scheduled." she admitted, not bothering with the implications of what it meant not to have something scheduled for a Friday evening "And I think it's a good idea." She didn't forget to reward Slate's good attempt at the invitation with a smile that reached her eyes. Standing on the ice seemed to be easier when you were not concentrating on it.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 15, 2010 10:41:38 GMT -6
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Observation. Information. Processing. Logic. Options. "And you are?.... Nevermind." The question was not asked, but she answered it anyway. "Susan. My name is Susan." she said as she walked closer to the group "I'm from Xavier's mansion." Make things clear. Keep it straight. Don't panic.
When the room started shaking, Susan joined the little group by the desk, looking around, her eyes shifting from one color to another so fast it made her head ache. When the voices started to talk, her eyes swam black and she looked around. And she blinked. The voices had no color. Or smell. Or touch. They were in her head. "This is disturbing" she muttered, leaning against the desk as she wathed the display of ghost images. There is something useful in not having people skills after all. While listening to the taunts and mocking of their unseen enemies, Susan's brain was observing and processing the information about the people she just met. The red haired girl was a wolf. With some telepath in her past. Susan could see a dark aura of emotion forming around her as she listened. The boy seemed to be some kind of shifter, abandoned by his mother. Susan could relate to that. He was also in love with the other girl; a concept the young witch didn't find too relevant to their current situation. The girl herself displayed camouflage powers, and was labeled as 'coward'. Susan deicded she didn't have enough information to decide that. Interesting. These three knew their opponents were reading their minds, and they still reacted with such strong emotions...
“Now we have to focus on the witch, who didn’t even know she was a mutant until a short time ago. Interestingly enough, you were proud of the fact that you were a witch..." Telepathy is the ability to access someone's mind and share their knowledge and emotions. There was no mystery about how it was done. Still, Susan found herself tensing up just like the other kids as the voices started to mock her. She didn't really understand her own reaction; it was clearly a lie, and meant to confuse and distract her, but it evoked some kind of burning feeling inside her she couldn't quite explain. “ Maybe you want to be hunted like a witch?... Well then, if that is the case, then do my brother and I have a surprise for you out this door?” Fire. Susan's eyes flashed as she looked towards the door. It was the only exit, and probably locked. She couldn't tell from inside if the fire was real, or only an illusion like the voices; but if the mutant children did set the house on fire... "I don't think we should go that way." she suggested as the others moved towards the door "It might not be safe..." But then again, they didn't seem to have a choice. "You are extremely annoying." she declared to the unseen voices. There.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 15, 2010 2:33:23 GMT -6
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"There are schools that won't try to peel your skin from your body, if you care to finish your education." "So I hear." Susan nodded, thinking about the few pices of information she'd gathered about the so-called Mansion "I only have one semester left, and I intend to finish it... I just need some time to get the mutation thing straight first." That, and find another school. She highly doubted the old one would accept back someone who ran away from her foster family and was seen conversing with demons in a friendly way. "Sometimes for money." That made the young witch smirk. Noel didn't seem to be ashamed of that part of her occupation. It only made sense. Susan liked it. "You have a place to live?" She nodded. "Yes. I am staying with a... um, friend." It was weird, saying it like that, Susan never had friends "It's only temporary, till I figure out where to go next, and turn 18 so I won't get dragged back to my foster family." Only a few more days... Susan blinked and looked down at her plate. When has she ever shared this much with a stranger? Weird.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 13, 2010 6:30:25 GMT -6
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An olive shot out of the plate and bounced off a nearby chair. Susan's gaze didn't follow it. She glared at Noel. "Do I look like I have kids?" she asked with sincere curiosity. She left a moment or two for her to contemplate before she shook her head "I'm a high school senior. Or, used to be, before I developed a mutation and refused to be exorcised. Since then... um. I am trying to learn about how mutants live..." She turned back to her plate, and roled the olived to the side, giving up on them completely and turning her attention to easier-to-catch pieces of food. "So, you make people forget stuff for the government?"
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 13, 2010 6:08:24 GMT -6
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"I had... failed to factor in the social aspect of human nature... I sometimes do that" There was a muffled sound from behind the red-and-black scarf. Susan was laughing. It was not the laughter of the wicked witch; actually, it was a laughter that surprised the witch herself. She couldn't tell if it was the sight of Slate trying to manifest the self-hiding abilities of a turtle, or the confession. Whatever it was, it was amusing. "I do that all the time." she grinned "I was told I... um, lack people skills. But." Susan started the tedious process of getting back on her feet. It is not easy in itself, and was made even more difficult by the skirt. She had to find a way to kneel first, and go from there. It took some time, but finally she was standing again. She shuffled closer to Slate the Turtle. "I think there might be a similarity between skating skills and socializing. It probably takes practice to get it right." she pointed out "... that, or you have to narrow the scale of your social interactions to people who equally lack the skills." Susan folded her arms and looked down at him, her eyes doing their usual shifting performance. It is fascinating that someone who possesses telepathic skills can be as clueless as any other person. Who would have thought...
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 10, 2010 12:06:12 GMT -6
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"I think most people are of the opposite opinion. I didn't know abilities had to be linked." Susan arched an eyebrow. "It comes down to biology" she pointed out "Everything is linked in some way." She watched Noel flip through pages, and found herself wondering how it would feel like to keep one's memories outside her body. She concluded it can't be all that different from libraries. "Oh. I work for the government." The witch arched that eyebrow again. Great excercise. "You work for the government, and you kep forgetting important information? How convenient." she smirked. She didn't elaborate. Instad she settled for chasing olives and other pieces of food made slippery by oil around her plate with the fork. Umm.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 10, 2010 4:58:33 GMT -6
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There was one extra moment of awkward silence during which Susan concentrated on not using her powers, before Slate pushed himself away from her. What was left was the fact that ice was melting under her and seeping cold through her coat. "I was not aware that it had any particular social connotations. Thank you for that insight. Susan." She looked at the spots of crimson warmth under the baby blue eyes, and smirked. She sat up too, smoothing down her skirt once again, and pulling her own scarf up to her nose. Susan, huh. What happened to Ms. Witch? "Well, duh. People come here to socialize. Why else would someone endure all the falls in the learning process? You thought people come here solely for going around in circles?" she looked around. Nobody skated alone. Noel was right, after all. My people skills do suck.
Posted by Susan Hyde on Mar 10, 2010 4:05:54 GMT -6
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"Meeep." That was the exact sound (a very diginified one, of course) that escaped Susan's lips as she was brought down by the warlock, her back hitting the ice, winter coat somewhat softening the impact. That was the least of her worries anyway, considering what was on her other side. "As far as personal space violations are concerned, I believe I have had them covered from the beginning, Ms. Witch." Susan's eyes widened, and displayed a blur of confused colors that mirrored the thoughts in her head. Fortunatly she didn't have a grasp on any of those, so she had a good chance that the telepath didn't either. One hand was still against his chest, making sure they didn't bump heads when they fell. Her eyes finally cleared up, staring into his baby blue ones in utter embarrassment. He was far too close for comfort. Especially for a witch. Witches didn't get this close to people. Especially of the oppsite sex. "I..." she tried, doing her best not to form thoughts he could hear "... I think I'm starting to get the social angle of skating."
