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 Nov 13, 2011 21:47:55 GMT -6
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Krisz, it would seem, wanted Locke to go on to be a writer rather than do something with kids. Or maybe he just wanted Locke to just write for the sake of writing. The second thing he could, and would do. He hadn't been gifted with amazing drawing skills, nor could he make up songs like his friend Eaan. When it came to dancing Locke would be forever stuck with behind the door dancing, being as stiff as a board once he had to dance with a girl. Acting was out of the question. Locke barely tolerated singing in front of people. If he couldn't write Locke would probably spontaneously combust some day from lack of creativity.
"Wait what do you mean 'be right back?'" Locke asked as Krisz zoomed away. Not only was he arguing with himself earlier, but now his insanity wanted to leave him alone? Great, even Locke didn't want to be around Locke! "Krisz?"he called hesitantly, not wanting to look like a total loon, though he clearly was. "Krisz?"
For the first two minutes of silence Locke had both of the earbuds out, straining to hear something that wasn't talking to him. In the third minute he decided that he really had gone insane this time. Halfway into Krisz's disappearance Locke stuck the headphones back in and tried to work on his story.
Nobody had thought to tell Andre not to stare too long into a mirror however. Locke's fingers froze over the keys as he rolled the next sentence around in his mind. He was vaguely aware of someone approaching him and halting, but paid it no attention until the imaginary voice spoke up again. "I thought you were... in a...." he halted himself before saying anything more. Crud, either he was now seeing things, or Krisz hadn't been lying when he said he was his own being. Hard to tell which was a less pleasant thought.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 21:52:57 GMT -6
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An eyebrow arched. Clearly Locke's delusion had a baaad memory. "No, I haven't read about your sudden and mysterious death in the papers. Not unless it was in the Sunday comics. I don't read the newspaper." And for good reason. As things stood Locke was already a cynical person, a pessimist who refused to believe in anything without proof. Did he really need to turn the news on or read the paper to find more stories about humanity going to hell in a hand basket? If he had that sort of exposure there would be no chance of him ever cracking a joke.
"I'm seventeen. I am my own editor, unless I want to get a F on my homework," Locke argued with Krisz. As much as he loved writing he knew it wasn't his calling. Well, maybe. There was a severe lack of self confidence in Locke that was needed for him to put his works out there. With the lyrics it wasn't so bad. Girls seemed to be more interested in the crazy guy that sang them and played the guitar rather than the quiet boy that played the bass and sang back-up. "I'm not doing this story for money. Just, something that popped into my head and I need to write it down before it explodes. And yes, you are still in my head."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 19:37:17 GMT -6
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Locke tried to think of how a pizza was made. All he knew really was the little bits that he'd seen with kids programs. "I dunno, have you ever tried tossing the dough? It looks kind of like you need to be in color guard or something to do it right. And one of the most critical parts of a pizza is the sauce. You see chefs making special sauce from fresh red tomatos and lush herbs. It's not that complicated to make pasta, but that doesn't stop them from showing off different pasta dishes, because the important thing is the sauce."
How weird was it to talk about food? Nobody really talked about it unless they were in the restaurant business or were adults trying to say what place was best to eat at. He couldn't help it though. The Food Network was an addiction for him. What show was on didn't matter to him, as long as they showed the process and ingredients for whatever was being made. "Sorry, you aren't into food. Uh... you pick a topic."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 17:25:50 GMT -6
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Person without physical dimensions Locke hurried to scribble in his notebook. It was the most interesting thing that Krisz had said so far and he wanted to be able to remember it. Later on he could think more about it, maybe find a use for the phrase in his own words. "Mind if I use that?" he asked, not really caring what Krisz's answer was. Locke still didn't know what exactly to call Krisz, if it was something his brain was making or if he was trying to get creative, but Locke still felt that the voice was based off of something that was wrong with Locke's mind. Seeing as Krisz was Locke's creation it should be fine.
One should never stare too long or too deeply into a mirror. There is always something moving just behind you, something in the background too out of focus to catch your eye. Locke who are you kidding? He typed the question to himself. "You know what the hardest part is? The flow from thought a to thought b."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 16:50:21 GMT -6
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Locke fumbled around in his pockets, a new idea popping into his head. It had to be written down before he could forget it. Pencil in hand he scribbled +1g. "Sorry, but I don't need more than one ghost haunting me." Krisz's definition of a modern ghost sounded to him more like a stalker. Or Eddie Izzard trying to distinguish himself from weirdos by saying that he was an action transvestite.
"Is that what it means to be a modern ghost? Being able to move to a new location without taking along your old haunt?" he whispered. Let Krisz get all worked up, but Locke wasn't going to talk to an imaginary author in anything louder. How humiliating really.
first whisps of smoke creeping under the door. There, that stupid simile was finished and Locke could continue on with the story. The only problem was this whole insanity voice/modern ghost thing was driving him absolutely bonkers. He wanted facts, and not facts about ghosts. Something concrete. Something that he could work with.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 16:19:59 GMT -6
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In, of, it didn't make a difference. Especially since Locke didn't know what on earth Krisz could be referencing. The point was that Krisz was trying to argue that a ghost could write. "What do you do? Focus all your energy? Practice with a penny before going on to a pen?" Hey if Krisz could make references to something Locke could too. Although it was a bit awkward to be talking about a Patrick Swayze as a macho guy.
With all the horror and psychological thriller films that he watched it was surprising that Locke hadn't heard of a dead poets haunting. Dead Poet society yeah. It had been an ok book and a mediocre movie. "Locke, but shouldn't you know that? Aren't ghosts suppose to be all knowing, even if they aren't talking all mumbo-jumbo."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 15:52:07 GMT -6
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"The haunted shelf is an author?" Locke asked. If Krisz wanted to play the part of a ghost then fine, let it think that he was Casper. But to keep that up and claim that it was a writer wasn't cool. A shelf can't write! It can have writing on it, but that comes from someone carving into the shelf, or writing on it. The shelf doesn't do the writing.
Locke found the note that he had been looking for, sandwiched between pre-apocalypse science fiction and mutation theory. Any horror story needed a straight man to be put into the dangerous situation. It was what the reader connected to, the problem was trying to figure out how to put the person into the world of monsters. "Or are you changing your story now Krisz?"
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 15:24:50 GMT -6
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The voice wanted to be called Krisz. Locke thought for a moment about how many people he knew named Chris and couldn't decide if this was a strange coincidence or if it being named the same thing as his brother meant something. Like maybe he couldn't really think of anything on his own.
That's what had sparked the story! How nobody can exist without being a reflection of someone else, specifically how Locke found his identity in his family. Now remember what the point was he flipped through the notebook with renewed energy, knowing, sort of, what he was looking for.
"Go tell that to Hollywood," he told Krisz, "It's either all retold fairy tales or remakes of old movies and TV shows. Ones that people that are targeted to see it don't remember the original, or just aren't old enough to know about. My problem..." Locke stopped talking as someone shuffled around in front of him, feeling humiliated that he was talking out loud. Being crazy he'd be able to deal with later on, but for now he didn't want anyone seeing the crazy. "My problem is that nothing works for the plot except a mirror."
Now he was whispering, plucking at the fuzzy edges of a sheet that had been pulled out. "And Krisz, can you think of any original stories?"
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 15:01:14 GMT -6
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"Hey if you don't name yourself someone else will," Locke certainly wouldn't have burdened himself with the middle name Nicodimus if he could have helped it. Saph had dubbed him Earthwalker. The voice hadn't given a name, so Locke was giving it one.
Was there really no other worthy news then a ghost in a book store? How sad. "Don't read the paper. Just the comics. And it sucks doesn't it. I mean how many stories use mirrors?"
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 14:47:35 GMT -6
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For a delusion the voice was quite capable of emotional display. It was some comfort to Locke that the voice doubted that he had seen a ghost. That meant that it was a part of his brain that hadn't accepted the time Locke got to chat with his dad after the crash. Insanity equaling sanity.
What was troublesome was how the voice, let's call it Vlad, exploded into a string of words that sounded like an attempt at a college essay. Probably philosophy,[/i] Locke thought to himself. "You know you're contradicting yourself Vlad? Either I have an imagination big enough to come up with you or I don't. You keep talking, so that means you exist. Or you say. Sound has to come from someplace, and there's nothing that you're coming from. So that means you're in my head and why am I arguing with myself?" he asked, exasperated. He put the other earbud back into his ear and started to type.
time seeps past them like the first whispers of
"It sucks doesn't it." Locke addressed the voice, pulling out the earbud again.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 14:22:42 GMT -6
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"Hearing isn't sensing," he argued. Well technically it was, since hearing is one of the five senses, but Locke didn't mean sense like that. What he meant is that the voice left no print on the ground, nothing that he could 'see'. Locke's earth sense didn't lie. It just told him the truth.
"Oh no I've insulted the long departed spirit of a shelf," Locke said dryly. Much to his displeasure he even did jazz hands to emphasize his lack of fear. Now he was talking, no, arguing with himself and gesturing. "You ain't a ghost. I've seen one."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 14:04:49 GMT -6
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Did the voice Locke was hallucinating just huff at him? Hearing voices is one thing, but to imagine that they are angry at you was another. It meant not only had you gone insane, you also didn't even want to be around yourself. Actually, when put that way, it sounded a great deal like Locke. "Every script is a tiny revolution," he whispered hoarsely to the voice after a minute of silence on his part, "To paraphrase Orwell." Writing wasn't a form of insanity, it was a way to keep it from happening. Isn't that why therapists always suggest keeping a diary to addicts?
"You aren't real or I'd sense you," Locke argued with the voice. Oh great, now not only was the hallucination prone to be agitated, but he was fighting back with it. Kendra would be happy to know that he was slipping, it would give her an excuse to bring him back to San Francisco.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 13:48:57 GMT -6
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"Too cliche," Locke grumbled to the voice, pondering over what he meant by dinosaur fish. Maybe that had been something Eaan had said to describe a song. The problem was that he had to think up a simile and it was breaking up the flow. So far what he had written had an analytical touch to it, and the simile was more poetic. It irritated him that someone had been reading over his shoulder and came up with something halfway decent. Mirrors, bathrooms, sinks, faucets... Locke could see the connection, but he hadn't been the one to think of it first. "Would you mind," he said, turning in the direction of the voice, and realizing that he was talking to air, started to simmer down, "Not reading over my...
The momentum lost he stared at the empty space. Then he looked up. Nobody had been standing behind him, he knew that for sure with one foot on the floor. That left either someone in the air or the possibility that he was hearing voices. "Hell no, I got over my insanity."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 13:26:08 GMT -6
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Mirrors are unique things aren't they? Just a simple piece of glass, when you think about it, with a silver backing, and nothing more. So you would think. People can't walk past one without a glance at least. Mirrors have been held as a sacred object, holy and used to tempt out a sulking goddess. If nothing else a person can become so absorbed in studying their reflection in a mirror that time seeps past them l
Like what? Locke thought, pausing in his typing to flip through the spiral bound notebook he wrote down ideas in for his writings. Sometimes it was just a sentence or two, simple words that he wanted to fit into a lyric for Eaan's latest song. Usually Locke was an organized guy, but when it came to the stories, poems, and lyrics he wrote he was all over the place.
He was working on a short story, a horror one specifically. The idea had come when he noticed how many pictures he had of his siblings covering up his mirror now that he had chopped off his hair. Something about mirrors showing monsters, half truths... His plot was slipping away from him and he needed to find where he had written down the rough idea.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2011 12:29:01 GMT -6
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Locke wasn't a total idiot. He knew that he could have said some line about her being an angel or something and tried to look smooth, but that was more of Eaan's thing. Girlfriends were fine, he supposed, but a girl friend was much more obtainable and a whole less of a handful. "You might not have died yet, but I'm pretty sure that I have." Of embarrassment of course. Gina agreed with him that the pizza was spectacular, which meant that he could expand upon what he said. "This would be food of the gods."
Cheesy, yes, but so was the food. The topic was also a bit lame, but he couldn't help it. He was utterly out of his depth and food was always interesting to him. "You know what you pretty much never see on Food Network? Those big name chefs making pizza. It's got all the food groups in it, and there's so much room for experimentation but nobody ever really talks about it. I mean, just because something is usually considered fast food doesn't mean that it can't be gourmet right?" There. He had managed to take a dull topic and give it something interesting.
