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 Locke N. Tori on Jan 18, 2016 19:59:03 GMT -6
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"I hate that sound," Locke said when Sam cracked his neck. Something about the sound just sent a sharp spike of electricity straight into Locke's spine. Maybe it was because it was too similar to the sound that his leg made after the car crash, or maybe it was that he had told Chris countless times not to crack his knuckles. It was like Same's neck was a plastic water bottle that someone was crushing. There was a study recently that suggested that cracking knuckles, so maybe joints in general, benefited from being cracked. It allowed water to move more freely through the joints there and releasing some of the tension that was there. Still, Locke was trying to keep a positive attitude, so he did not complain further about it, nor did he make a comment when Sam started up the program.
Unless it was someplace like an iceberg or Antarctica there would always be something that Locke could work with in a place that also served Sam's needs. His problem with this snowy setting though wasn't how it froze the ground for at last a couple of inches, thus making the dirt harder to work with. One of the first materials that Locke had mastered working with was concrete. It was in abundance in the city and made mostly out of two materials that Locke could work with, and it was much harder than slightly frozen ground. It wasn't even a matter of how the dirt felt tired underneath the snow and was not all that eager to move. Locke was a stubborn sort, and his will was stronger than the lazy earth.
Locke just didn't like the cold.
His uniform was warmer than looks would suggest. GLoves would have kept his hands warmer, but there wasn't much call for them with his mutation. His boots on the other hand did little to keep the chill away. He had thin soles on his boots to better his connection to the ground and it did not keep the cold out. Still Locke's jaw was firmly jet and he became focused. He was no longer the slightly awkward young man, but the competent Earthwalker who fought off a volcano to keep his companions safe. He made no movement with his body but suddenly he was shot straight up in the air, standing on a massive hand.
The hand moved him forwards, like he was surfing on top of a wave, headed directly towards Cold Steel. Normally when Earthwalker was using his powers he was on the defense. His powers lined up very nicely with his natural tendency to protect others. On occasion though he was more aggressive. This first strike was not to over power his sparring partner, but to get more of the earth up where he'd be able to use it quicker. There was something to be said about the unexpected speed that Earthwalker could get out of some of his materials. He'd been working especially hard with sand lately.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Dec 4, 2015 0:39:23 GMT -6
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There had been a time when Locke was still new to his powers when he was set up for a Danger Room session with Cold Steel. The two of them both made golems with their respective elements. Back then Locke had major issues with any session in the Danger Room. Mostly it was that his earth sense tended to speak up and told him that the earth he felt was not really there. The Danger Room could create very convincing visuals, and even smells that would trick your mind, but Locke's earth sense saw past that. At the time he also could not tolerate the idea of having his head covered up. Time had helped him to grow in his powers, and he even had managed to work past some of the stagnant emotional issues that he had not dealt with after his father's death. These days Locke still needed to have a light at night to ward off the encroaching darkness. He probably always would, but having the earth cover up his head did not hold the same paralyzing fear over him. Not since he had to bury himself to avoid getting electricuted fighting that strange monster beast with Saph.
Now he was very good with his powers. Locke was one of the younger members of the X-Men, and his very first mission had been shortly after he had passed his exam with Mirror supervising him from the booth. It was time for a new session with CS, now that Locke had gained more mastery over his mutation. Last time he had managed to surprise the leader by pulling CS's body partially into the ground. Earthwalker liked that little trick, and it came in handy for getting the upper hand in a battle when he looked to be outnumbered. Of course CS knew of this trick and was not going to fall for it again. But there were other tactics that Locke had picked up on, and he wanted to see how they would fair against the older man.
"It's been awhile," Locke said to CS. Ever since Locke had hacked his hair off he had kept it short. He leaned his head one way and then the other, a loud crack echoing in the empty Danger Room. His winter exams were coming up and when Locke spent too many nights studying he tended to get stiff in his neck. College was going well, at least with the classes that had to do with his major. Locke was determined to do well, with how much crap he had gone through getting into college and putting up with these frat boys. "Your joints haven't gone bad with age have they?"
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Oct 12, 2015 17:41:50 GMT -6
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How does this sound, Richard, if you still want to, "liberated" the files. One of the employees at the research facility reaches out to the X-Men. It will be a NPC that has a mild mutation and expresses concern about what this research could mean. There is evidence that points to Richard having this information, so then the race to find Richard and the files begins?
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Sept 6, 2015 14:59:22 GMT -6
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I've been around, but only to see if I had posts that I needed to do. There isn't anyhing stated about Ragnarok in the factions tab at the top of the website, so I had no clue what was being spoken about.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Sept 6, 2015 9:53:01 GMT -6
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You'll have to forgive my ignorance. I was on in the last few months, but nobody had really replied to any of my threads and thus I wasn't seeing everything that was going on. What is JW and Ragnorok? What is Firebird Industries?
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Sept 1, 2015 19:47:36 GMT -6
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(The following is my attempts at a twenty six word prompt with Locke, using each letter of the alphabet once. I want to get back into the swing of things with him.)
Attack
Sweat was positively pouring down Locke's face, making his hair stringy. Combined with his dead eye he was looking more than a little like a mad man. This was when he felt the most confident in himself, when his mind was not just his own. The more that Locke used his powers, the more he began to feel like he was made out of the earth and stones that he manipulated. He was Locke the rock man, steady, unchanging, and silent. People would look at him and think that he was simply a dependable sort, and if you saw him with little kids, you would swear that Locke was the gentlest young man on the planet. Similarly you wouldn't give a second glance to a few pebbles on the ground. But Locke with those few pebbles was dangerous.
It was a program that he had done multiple times, the very program he had to pass to gain his title as a X-Men. A vast and barren desert surrounded the Californian with sun bleached rocky formations the only thing to break up the landscape. Back when he first had to run this program all Locke had to do was find water. Giant scorpian creatures underneath the sand's surface had made the challenge even harder. Today though Locke wasn't simply trying to outrun these things. He was not being evasive, nor was he on the defense. It was all about the offence today.
"Come out come out wherever you are," Locke said with a smile that would make a crocodile nervous. He knew that heavy steps would draw the scorpions out. Running from them had just drawn them out faster before. Locke spread the fingers out for both his hands, feeling the trembling vibrations of the sand stretched before him like the bumps that formed the Braille alphabet. Hands twitched upwards and the sand echoed his movement. Giant sand hands formed and slammed the surface of the desert, once, twice, and then there was his quarry. "I'm not running from you today."
Locke's powers were growing in strength, and his control was so much better than when he was a runaway teen. The hands that had played the desert like a drum now collided together to form a wall of fingers and pressed forwards. He was purposefully driving the scorpian towards the rocks, knowing that it couldn't bury itself in the more solid substance. Hopefully the action would draw more scorpians to the surface. Locke wanted to test his limits, to see just how good he was.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Sept 1, 2015 17:16:43 GMT -6
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Still looking for people who would want to do this. As far as the scientist that created the creature goes Richard, he dead. But if you wanted to steal his research...
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jun 3, 2015 13:20:53 GMT -6
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Just want to drum up some interest in a Danger Room game of capture the flag. I'd be willing to play with other X-Men and students as well. Any takers?
Back in 2012 I had started a Halloween plot with a scientist's experiment going horribly wrong and causing rolling black outs throughout NYC. Recently Saph and Locke hunted down and dispatched of the creature. But I had an idea that maybe someone from the labs could aproach the X-Men needing their help. The scientist's research could have gone missing, and need to be found. What say you?
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 20, 2014 1:01:22 GMT -6
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"There's a reason why you got paired up with me," Locke said after a minute of silence. He was the type to think of what he wanted to say rather than just blurting it out. When it was a sensitive subject he gave himself even more time to contemplate what to say next. Right now Ms. Summers had had her pride injured, he was pretty sure about that, and pushing things even more could keep her from wanting to work with him again in the future. On the other hand she needed to understand that he wasn't just spouting nonsense at her. Anyone who knew Locke could have told Ms. Summers that the boy was too logical to offer suggestions that were unfounded. When he spoke it was with purpose, not a whimsical thing. "Our powers work in similar ways. Not the earth shaping thing, but the extra sense that we have. Unless you have some sort of extra input you can't really understand what it's like. For me I don't like being in a large crowd. There's too many feet on the ground, and nobody ever really stands still."
For a moment Locke seemed to be caught in his distaste for such a scenerio. It made focusing on the earth vibrations harder for him when he was first learning how to use his powers. To this day it still required an effort on his part to not be overwhelmed. It usually only bothered him though on the days he had a migraine from too much light, or if he had not gotten enough sleep. "I know there are other X-Men who have special senses like us, or even just more beefed up ones that everyone has. But the thing is you want to learn how to defend yourself, and my powers are all about defense. The trick is learning how to make what looks like a pointless thing useful. Like those pinecones. That's why I want you to watch an old A-Team episode. They saw possibilities in some of the most ordinary things and used them to survive."
Of course the physics aspect of the show was still off. That did not detract though from the tight comradere that existed between Hannibal, Face, BA, and Murdoch. If you were able to suspend your disbelief about things like flipping cars, it was actually a good show. Some of the best moments were when the characters were serious, and you could learn some good life lessons from them. Like how you have to be willing to accept the worst scenarios to be able to push through to victory. And there were some pretty funny lines in there as well, either delivered with deliberate zaniness like with Murdoch, or played straight as was usually the case for Hannibal.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Oct 17, 2014 22:50:48 GMT -6
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Locke studied Chris for a second. He suppose that he should give the guy at least some sort of explanation other than just the vague one he had handed out. Chris was his friend, even if they had had not seen each other in a long time. With some time he had gotten better at accepting that he hadn't done anything to feel ashamed of. It really wasn't his fault that he had a stalker. The Californian could even understand that his dad wasn't to blame either. Something was wrong with his mother and he was in no rush to meet her and find out. His life really had been improving. Digging into whatever happened in his past that had split his parents up seemed like a bad idea to him.
"A dead person doesn't mail you letters," Locke started, "My dad is gone, I know that. There's only one other person who I can think of that would have all those pictures of me. My mother is out there somewhere, and she wants me. What she wants to do if she finds me I don't know, and I don't want to find out." There. Now Locke had placed on the table what sort of trouble he had gotten himself into since he had last seen Chris. As of yet Locke's mother had yet to be found. She was doing a great job of keeping herself tucked away while still trying to make contact with him. Since the mail that he was getting from his mother started being refused it came less frequently. Especially since he wasn't at the same address as frequently.
Chris was ready to move on to a new topic, and Locke couldn't blame him. In fact he was ready to move on himself. Now the question was why Locke still needed to be around the school, ready to come at a quick summons. Locke wasn't actually a teacher, not yet, and he wasn't aiming to be one in a school. "I've helped a couple of people with their powers, but not a class worth. Just a couple at a time. Kendra's helping me come up with programs for the Danger Room. Nah, what they need me for is X-Men stuff."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Sept 10, 2014 22:05:18 GMT -6
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"They should have filled in that I was staying still, that my eyes got distant. If I'm not moving the dirt physically then it has to be mental. The important thing is to keep an eye open for even the smallest advantage you can take. Pinecone would have been an aireal attack that I wouldn't have been able to judge the proper distance from if I was paying attention. Hitting me with it would have broken my focus and given you a chance to do something more." Locke wasn't giving her an inch on this. Ms. Summers would come to learn in future sessions that complaining about things would get her nowhere with him. The young man wasn't prone to cave like that. "You're right, I do depend on the ground, and the reason I was able to tell where you went was I went to where I last sensed you."
She was annoyed at him and he could see it. It made him think of a little kid who had just been told that they couldn't have a cookie until after they had dinner. Trying to treat her like a little kid was probably not the way to go. Ms. Summers was already frustrated, no need to injure her pride. "I know the physics isn't always right, Eaan tells me that. The point though is for you to see how they are creative with their builds, how they can look at things and see them as more than just what they are. I'm going to guess that your echos just say the most basic facts. You need to get past thinking just in facts. Watching the A-Team will be easier for you than playing with a four year old."
And he had no doubts about that. Ms. Summers had issues with going barefoot. Somehow he doubted she would do well with the inevitable sticky and squishy that happened with little kids. Mud was just dirt with a little bit of water. Add soap and the entire thing washed right off. It was easily identified, but you never could be sure what mess a little kid had.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Sept 4, 2014 18:29:53 GMT -6
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Usually when Locke had an awkward moment it was around girls his age. They had decreased as his confidence rose, and KD found those moments kind of cute. The point was that Locke had been getting less awkward as his confidence grew and he no longer had to hide behind his hair. For the first time in awhile now he felt that same heat that meant his ears were turning red in humiliation. He had misunderstood what Chris had meant. It was a good thing that this wasn't a school assignment, because he'd probably get a failing grade. Real life was always different from what you read in text books. At least it was giving him experience for when he messed up. "Oh," was about all Locke could answer Chris's explanation with. Even though he had the practical training of helping to raise a kid, twins even, didn't mean he was an expert in anything he was learning at college. About all that he really had gotten good at was changing two diapers at once.
"Sort of. I mean taking care of them as they were growing up is probably the best thing I ever did. And it's how I knew I like being around kids. But I wouldn't say it's just because of them that I wanted to do this," Locke said after some thought. He was silent a little bit longer, knowing that Chris wouldn't expect him to say every thought that went through his head. As he scratched at the palms of his hand he gave consideration as to just how much he wanted to tell Chris. There had been a conversation with Ms. T in which they had discussed things that he could study. That had first really introduced the idea to him.
"I had... a problem," Locke said at last, thinking of how the issue had still not gone away, "Someone had been threatening me and it really made me think about my past. I didn't take my dad's death well, I still don't like to... And that was just one parent. So yeah. I guess it's more of how messed up I am I decided to help others in that messed up state?"
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Aug 14, 2014 14:21:00 GMT -6
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It seemed like so long ago that Chris had asked about Locke's dead eye. It had taken a great amount of struggling before he was able to say that his father had died in the same crash that had left him half blind. Chris had managed to piece things together on his own, but it had been important back then that he tell his friend himself. Similar to how Locke had been raised by his father, Chris had been raised by his grandfather. There had to have been some differences in how the two of them had been raised. One thing was sure though, when someone who raised you died it couldn't get brushed off easily.
"Hey man I get it. What happened sucks, and you need that time away from the world,"Locke said. He might have had his dad die, but that didn't mean that he was prepared for what to say to a friend in a similar position. He had never met the man, so he couldn't say anything about how Chris should view the old guy. Even if Chris's parents had been the one to take care of him, and it was just a grandpa who he saw from time to time, Locke still wouldn't know what to say. He didn't know much at all about his grandparents on either side of his family. Kendra's parents were polite to him, but the relationship there was rather strange. The best that he could do was to offer Chris some advice. "I mean I got away from San Francisco and came here. It took me five years before I let myself leave and deal with my Dad. You're not letting it fester. That's good."
There was a laugh from Locke when Chris asked if he was going to college for something related to math. Their friendship started when Locke had thrown a book in frustration. It was a science book but the two of them quickly realized how useless they were with numbers. Getting anything over a sixty five on a precalc test was cause for celebration for the two of them. "Nothing like that. Childhood development and social work stuff."
