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 Jun 2, 2011 20:23:02 GMT -6
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This time the response to Lee was in the negative. "Nah. I like English, and would be happy if algebra and physics were abolished, but art schools are too... liberal for me. I didn't come here for school at first," he admitted. The teen knew he shouldn't be calling this a vacation anymore. Nobody takes a year long vacation. It just sounded better then running away from home and abandoning your family. "Things were kinda tense in San Francisco and I just needed to get away. Came here and things have been getting better. My stepmother thinks I should be continuing my education though so I'm now going to school out here."
"I'm not in any game. Too slow still. Soccer just isn't my game. Baseball is my favorite," he crouched down to look at the baby in the eyes and smiled. The lady had that new mommy pride to her. "How many months?" he asked. There was just a bit of that baby fluff hair, dark like his mom, but the eyes were darker. Probably the dad, Locke reasoned. "Any colic? Sleeps through the night?" He straightened up and brushed his hair sheepishly over the one eye. "Sorry, I know it's weird that I'm asking a total stranger questions about their kid, but babies are pretty cool. They learn like a million things everyday. Plus they're the strongest things on earth. I mean what else can get the biggest toughest biker dudes to make silly faces and talk in gobbledygook?"
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jun 2, 2011 16:47:15 GMT -6
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"Nope," Locke confirmed. He hadn't said much, so his accent couldn't have given him away. Not that it would matter in New York. Locke had probably heard every type of accent you could imagine, and quite a few you couldn't since his 'vacation' started over a year ago. You heard all sorts of things by riding the subway all day long. Saw some interesting sights too. Maybe it was because Locke still did the tourist things that he excluded an aura of not actually living in the city. Locke was proud of where he came from though, and didn't mind it if he looked like a tourist. How could he know though that the simple act of acting as his father had raised him would peg him as not being a New Yorker? "San Francisco. But I'm going to school here for now."
Locke smiled at the baby. Cute, but to him Chris and Mai still topped the charts. It was hard to see something so small and remember that his brother and sister had ever been that way. When the twins were first born Locke wasn't home right away, and even when he returned it took him time to be able to handle the late night feedings. "You have a really beautiful boy there," he said, hoping that it didn't sound like he was a child snatcher or something. There was a look to Lee, a proud parent look. He'd seen it on his dad's face, and on Kendra's. Now that he thought of it there were even times when Kendra looked proud of him.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jun 1, 2011 22:17:42 GMT -6
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Ah Spring. Not nearly as warm as summer, but it was a step in the right direction. Still dressed as though it was twenty degrees colder then it actually was, Locke braved the location of some of his biggest misadventures on the east coast. Central Park.
It wasn't as though he couldn't get exercise at the mansion. There was plenty of land to walk around on, and the endless possibilities of the Danger Room meant that he could go for a jog on the moon or in Albuquerque. Heck, someone could probably even program his home back in San Francisco, right down to the most minute details, such as the angle the last book on the shelf in the living room tilted at. Thanks to his mysterious postal stalker there were certainly enough photos to use for reference.
Which was why Locke needed to be in Central Park. He needed to feel the crowd of the city, hear the noise, but be surrounded by something that he could work with. His dictionary wasn't noticeably thicker from the pictures, but that didn't mean getting pictures of himself any less frightening. Locke needed a distraction.
Soccer, as he had learned over the summer, was a pretty good one. By no means was it a replacement for baseball. There wasn't that same satisfaction of throwing a perfect pitch, and kicking a ball wasn't nearly as great as the smack of catching a ball in a glove, but it was an active sport, and something that he could practice easily enough on his own. Admittedly having to stop every few minutes to go round up baseballs was tedious. At least the soccer ball didn't stray too far away. He could also keep an 'eye' on it easier. Ground based games were good for earth manipulators.
No longer did Locke view the soccer ball as a potential decapitation device when in his hands, er, feet. His kicks were better controlled, and he stayed clear of things that could send the ball flying back at him. By no means was Locke ready to hand in his unused glove and join a soccer team. It wasn't his sport, just a way to pass the time. If there was any doubt on that fact, one simply had to notice that in a park full of people, Locke had not joined a game, nor did he have any interest in starting one.
The soccer ball rolled away, picking up a little speed from a dip in the ground and bouncing onto the main walkway. Locke trotted ahead, giving the sidewalk a small tug towards him to halt the ball from making a great escape. He had noticed the lady with the baby stroller and didn't want her to have to stop because of him. "Sorry," Locke said with a smile. He liked babies. His cheeks had some color to them from running about with a backpack loaded with water bottles, and the feeble attempts to keep the ball from going wild. Great chunks out of the earth he could notice, but subtle dips like the one that had made his kick go farther went unnoticed when not working with a golem. The Californian bent over and scooped up the ball, pushing the bit of the sidewalk that he had messed with back into it's proper placement. Really it was just a lump of dirt under the walkway he'd messed with, and he just had to flatten it back out. "Clearly not David Beckham."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on May 14, 2011 16:41:49 GMT -6
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The no handshake thing was just fine with Locke. It was weird enough taking Elise by the hand when she was teaching him how to dance. He knew her, the two talked, had a mud fight. Verdy was just a stranger who introduced herself, certainly far from the required familiarity level for any sort of physical contact. To be perfectly frank Locke wasn't even sure why the girl was talking to him, other then maybe tell him how one should properly order coffee at Starbucks.
Really he should correct her on his name. Locke wasn't that common a name these days, and those few that shared the same name as the Californian most likely weren't named because of a sixteen bit video game character. He liked his name, and Verdy probably liked hers. It had been such an instantaneous response when she had introduced himself. For now he was going to just accept that she would call him Iddy. She deserved it after he bashed her name. "Not crabby,"he clarified, "Just frazzled is all. Nobody can say half the names of the things they sell here."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on May 9, 2011 22:22:44 GMT -6
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Locke had fallen silent, though there wasn't a huge difference, once they first stepped foot on the boat. His jaw became tightly clenched, as it had when the sensitive subject of his eye and the car crash had been brought up, and his knuckles turned white with the force he gripped the railing with. There was a very vivid shade of green to his skin, and a bit of perspiration built up. Being an earth manipulator probably didn't help much when it came to the seasickness department. Not long after the ferry left dock Locke had sucumbed to the choppy water with a joyous cry from Eaan about the tradition continuing. All that Locke could do was give a rather pathetic glare in the direction of his insane friend.
The orange, most likely, lifeboat did not get left behind once they reached the prison island. If anything Eaan seemed to hold tighter to it. Locke was recovering from his problems with the ferry ride and fumbling about with his pockets, trying to find a stick of gum. He just needed something to get the taste out of his mouth. "I don't get it. I've ridden that thing a hundred times, and each time I pull a Bush. How can you stand that sort of stuff Chris?"
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Apr 23, 2011 21:01:58 GMT -6
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"Don't be ridiculous," Eaan said, giving Chris a pat on the back, "We're taking the ferry over." Alcatraz was indeed open, though at this time of year it wasn't the most popular tourist attraction. Who wanted to approach a new year with images of an old unused prison floating about in your mind? The ferry that would shuttle them across to the historic site was coming into port, letting out a low blast of it's horn.
Locke was green already. Every school field trip to Alcatraz started and ended the same. He was, unfortunately, one of those people who couldn't go on a boat, even one that was moving slowly, without his stomach turning itself inside out. The ferry ride was going to be bad enough, so he was really, really hoping that his old friend wasn't serious about using that life boat. It was only a slight relief when Eaan said that they were going out the traditional way. "You can't be serious Chris," Locke said, excited even though he knew he was going to be ralphing soon, "I mean, yeah it looks great from the outside, but that's just one part of it. You can't see the history from here. I mean this isn't like Eastern State where it was designed to be a source of intimidation on the looks alone. This was about no escape."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Apr 16, 2011 13:23:40 GMT -6
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"It was just a little earthquake, barely could feel it, but the pipes were old, and a couple got jarred loose," Locke explained. It almost felt like he had to defend his old school. For the moment Eaan had distracted him by getting Chris on another subject. "They just wanted to make sure that everything was safe."
"What do I do?" Eaan repeated the question, looking quite confused over it. "Me? I don't do anything as awesome as you or Rock Man, but someday, I'm going to be a major rockstar." He sounded so convinced of the fact, and even rational, logical Locke found it hard to argue.
"You already have the inflated ego like one," he joked before turning back around to sit once again. There had been a moment when he was worried that his two friends wouldn't get along at all, and the hug freak out seemed to confirm that. But the two were talking easily enough and there wasn't any expression of sheer terror on Chris's face. The driving wall talking was a little discomforting but overall the introduction wasn't half bad.
Eaan continued to drive them to the ferry that would usher them across to Alcatrez, pointing out bits of the shared history of the two Californian teens. Locke would add to them, not being able to spot the locations as they drove by simply because he wasn't facing the windshield. He noticed that Eaan grabbed the orange thing as they got out of the van and he had a sense of doom. "Please tell me that isn't a life boat."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Apr 4, 2011 16:24:20 GMT -6
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A tall is a small.[/color] If you asked Locke it was just an excuse to sell an overpriced brand name to the consumers without actually saying that you were cheating them. McDonalds did the same thing at breakfast with their orange juice sizes. You had to pay more for the what would usually be a medium, and unlike soda, there were no free refills. The tips of his ears burned in embarrassment as he caught bits of the conversation behind his back about him. Honestly he didn't want to cause a hold-up. All Locke wanted was a simple cup of coffee to get rid of the chill in his chest. Did Starbucks really need to offer all these different flavors? Or was the variety a desperate attempt to draw in a large crowd? "Sma.. Tall French Roast," he managed to stumble out, keeping his head ducked down low out of humiliation. He could almost feel the waves of agitation and annoyance from those who he had kept in the line, and the barrista had been studying him.
When he first arrived in New York, Locke would have to admit, he could have easily been mistaken for a homeless teen. His clothes had been rumpled from the train journey, he had a layer of dirt pretty much everywhere, and his backpack was the prime example of wear and tear. Sure there was still some dirt on him, and if not for the duct tape, his backpack's one strap wouldn't be usable, but he didn't look like he had to go to a shelter at night anymore. Did he really look that awful today?
Probably[/color] Locke thought ruefully. Today was an experiment gone horribly wrong. He had managed to survive Chris seeing his dead eye, and if he really was making progress he should have no problem with exposing it to the unknown masses of the city, who probably wouldn't remember who he was five minutes later. Right? Well maybe not. Locke had not brushed as much hair over the blind eye, but with the stares from the barrista he had a pretty good hunch what was so off about his appearance. As he scuttled aside to wait for his inappropriately named coffee Locke fell into his old habit of hiding behind the curtain of hair.
“I don’t get it either, silly names if you ask me. I’m Verdy.”
"Now that's a silly name." Locke winced the second the words left his mouth. They had just slipped passed that thing called tact. He turned to face the person who had spoken to him, (had she? At the time she spoke his eyes were glued to the floor.). "Sorry. I'm just an idiot." Don't admit that!
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Mar 30, 2011 14:54:11 GMT -6
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Locke shook his head no. He could tell when something was going to respond to him, and a few materials were easy for him to identify through his power, simply because he had worked with them or grew up with them. As was Locke wasn't sure if it was the rocks of the mine that spoke to him, willing to work, or if it was whatever had been the goal. "I can't even start to guess," the teen admitted with a sense of humility. Maybe it would do him good to go to one of those hippie shops that sold different types of stones and learn how they spoke to him. Sam had it easy. Snow was snow, ice ice, and there couldn't be that much variation right?
It was a comfort to have the mineshaft grow warmer as they continued down. It had been hard to concentrate outside in the cold. He heard strange noises and stopped behind Sam. "That sounds fun,". Of course it didn't really sound like something that he wanted to go headfirst into. Yes he was surrounded by materials that he could work with. What made Locke hesitate was the risk of a cave-in. Sam would try to keep them safe of course, but he had been easy to pull into the ground. There were some serious doubts that he'd keep the ceiling from falling in on them.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Mar 23, 2011 18:54:26 GMT -6
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With how often things went wrong Locke really should avoid going into New York City. The whole Christmas tree fiasco had been enough to get Kendra to want him to remain in San Francisco when he came back for New Years. Locke brushed aside his agreeing with her as just being homesick and seeing all the familiar sights once again. By the last day though he had no doubts as to where he needed to be. In New York he could see the progress he was making. The golem making was a lot more smoother, easier to do and he didn't feel like he was on a psychotic merry-go-round when he stopped after just a few minutes. But there was so much more that he was growing in other than his powers. He had managed conversations with girls his age. Not all of them well, but at least he knew there was something he could talk about with Henri, and he could talk effortlessly to Elise. Slowly Locke was opening up. Who knows. Maybe he'd someday become social.
That wasn't to say that New York was better in every way imaginable. The usual run of bad luck when going into the city put aside there were still problems. Locke still needed light at night, he had yet to apologize to Henri for his actions when they first met. Yes he had told Chris about the accident, but he didn't mention it again to anyone. School was stressful still as he prepared for a future that he only had the vaguest idea what do do in, and he'd gotten yet another weird letter in the mail. Not that a picture really counted as a letter.
Still Locke loved New York City. The food was better than anything he'd had before. And as strange as it sound, walking with the skyscrapers blocking out the sky, surrounded by steel, glass, and concrete Locke felt a sense of liberation.
And a serious need for coffee.
Maybe it was seeing all those Starbucks logos as he walked about, or maybe it was exhaustion of spending hours upon hours walking with no purpose but the Californian felt compelled to stop in and grab a pick-me-up. He ushered himself in and joined the line. Just the fragrant smell of the coffee beans gave him an energy boast, and the cafe was warm after coming in from outside. Locke glanced around as he waited in line. The place was, he supposed, trendy, but he'd seen the inside of enough stores that the glamour had worn off. Quickly enough it was his turn at the counter. "Uhhh..." Aw crap. He didn't drink at Starbucks. Locke didn't drink coffee too often, usually just when he had no energy or had to cram, so he certainly wasn't going to blow his money on an overpriced cup of the stuff just so he could show off the trendy logo. "I'll have a small..."
"We don't have small," the exasperated barista said, "You mean a tall"
"How is a tall a small?" Locke asked, earning a groan from somewhere behind him. He was holding up the line, but honestly, what kind of dictionary was this place going from?
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Mar 19, 2011 20:48:46 GMT -6
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He's a mansionite, and while I don't think he'd be hitting up Starbucks he does go into the city frequently enough. The meeting would most definitely be awkward.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Mar 19, 2011 16:00:46 GMT -6
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Locke didn't even try to hold back his smile. Ever since Sam had brought his attention to the mineshaft Locke had wanted to get there and explore it. He needed to know what was in that void where the earth certainly should have been. It wasn't a blind spot per say, but it felt like going up the stairs at night and thinking there was one more stair there. The Californian followed Sam eagerly, stepping into the cave before the lantern could be lit.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. This was where he belonged, surrounded by the earth. Locke rested a hand on a wall, feeling more than seeing his surroundings. When he opened his eyes back up the light from the lantern hurt his good eye a little."There's a vein that goes on forever," Locke told Sam. The truth was that Locke couldn't 'see' as far as Sam wanted them to go, but he could see farther than the lantern's light. The mineral vein he had sensed wasn't weak, but it was worn out and old. "What was this programed to be?" he asked, reminding himself that he wasn't actually in a mineshaft, no matter how real this felt.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Mar 13, 2011 0:52:17 GMT -6
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Locke found it odd that Kendra had been ok with him staying in New York City, and even odder that she had decided to visit him in New York. The relationship between the two had always been shaky to say the least. He appreciated the effort that she was making though, and was glad that she had brought the twins with her. They were staying in a hotel of course. Locke wasn’t sure on the rules for company at the mansion, and Kendra was just starting to come around to his being a mutant. Maybe the twins would be excited to stay at the mansion, but she wouldn’t be.
With his step-mother recovering from jet lag and the twins hungry Locke had offered to go get them pizza. Chris and Mai didn’t have the same exhaustion that their mother did, and they wanted to go with him anyways. Locke would blame himself for what happened. He insisted that his brother and sister would be safe with him. Although he wouldn’t tell Kendra half of the things that he had gone through on his trips into the city, he was sure that nothing bad was going to happen.
“Locke!” Mai cried, doubling back and grabbing onto her big brother’s arm. Her face was pale and her hands were trembling. Locke, his hands full with pizza and breadsticks, had been keeping track of their movements through his earth sense. As far as he knew Chris had just stumbled and fallen, but that look of panic on Mai’s face was unmistakable. Something had happened, and it wasn’t going to be fixed with something as simple as a bandage.
”Ok, what happened,” he asked, switching instantly to big brother mode. Mai simply pulled him towards where her twin had last been, her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.
“This thing grabbed Chris and went down there,” she bawled, and pointed to a manhole. Locke stared at it, his mind racing. On the inside he was panicking. The twins were the most important thing in the world to him, and it was looking like something big was going to happen to one of them. His face didn’t betray his worry though, and he forced his thought process to slow down. He couldn’t take Mai down there, and he wasn’t dragging the pizza down either. ”Alright,” he said, startled by how calm his voice sounded, ”Alright. Mai, I’m going to bring you to that store. We’re going to call the police and have them take you back to the hotel. You can have as much pizza and breadsticks as you want while you wait. I’m going to go get Chris. Stay in the store until the police come ok?” Mai stared at him with a mournful look. Locke handed the breadsticks to her and took her hand.
After leaving her at the customer service center of the JC Penny with clear instructions to shout if anyone tried to take her away other than a police officer, Locke went back to the manhole and dropped his way in. Who knew how far away Chris was, but Locke trusted himself to find Chris faster underground than the police. Eyes closed he felt out for the weight of his brother, and ran down the sewer, the muck splashing up, and the concrete groaning in warning.
