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?
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Posted by Locke N. Tori on Mar 8, 2011 0:30:28 GMT -6
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As a general rule of thumb Locke did not receive mail. Occasionally there would be a package from home if Kendra found something that she thought he needed. He had no subscriptions to magazines or newspapers. Those that he kept in contact with knew to email him. Which was why the plain white envelope sitting on his desk captivated Locke.
At first he was convinced it was some sort of mistake, a letter for another student that had fallen into the wrong hands. But his name was very plainly written in neat print. There was no return address, simply the faded ink marks over the postage stamp. The handwriting did not look familiar, but given how light and flat the envelope was he doubted that it held anything dangerous. Once again he entertained the idea that he had a letter meant for someone else. If it had been meant for him then surely it would have been forwarded from San Francisco. Only problem with that was Tori wasn't a common last name, and Locke seemed to be an even more uncommon first. Simply put he had a piece of mail that could not be meant for him, and yet it had to be his.
Locke squeezed the envelope, turning it over in his hands like a kid with a wrapped Christmas present. There isn't much in there,[/color] Locke thought to himself. The envelope itself was one that would be used for mailing a gift card, but, from the feel of it, it had something much smaller in it. He tapped the side of the envelope on the desk a few times, letting what was inside of it slide to the bottom. Just because it seemed safe didn't mean he was just going to tear the thing open. After cutting the envelope open he extracted the small paper that was inside.
It was a picture, no description on the back, no note inside. Weird,[/color] Locke thought, flipping the picture back over to study it once again. At first glance he had just noticed the toddler in the picture. Beside them a man was on his knees, holding the child and trying to get them to turn towards the camera. It wasn't anyplace spectacular, like Disney World. In fact it looked as if the picture had been taken inside of a general store, judging by the racks of greeting cards in the background and the inexpensive toy still in the packaging that the toddler was holding. Everything was slightly out of focus, the motion of the adult and the child. Why would anyone take this? he wondered, staring at the distracted toddler, and the profile of the man's head. Wait... is that..."Dad?" Locke dropped the picture, his body going cold. There was no doubt that the man in the photo was his dad. Even blurred he recognized his father. The glasses were Hugo's old pair, one of the mementos left behind after the accident, and the shirt was one of his father's favorites. Locke even recognized the clothes that the kid was wearing, and realized with shock that he was seeing himself, probably not much older than a year. He had never seen this picture before, and he had poured over every photo album and family video as soon as he was able to after getting out of the hospital.
He grabbed the dictionary off his bookshelf and flipped it open to a random page before shoving the picture in it and slamming the book shut. He didn't want to look at it, didn't want to think of it.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Mar 7, 2011 19:44:25 GMT -6
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"Of course they don't want to be in the ground," Locke grumbled. He wondered how had the stranger managed to take down a tree with just a knife. Granted it was an impressive knife, but these were not tiny sapling trees that looked more like twigs. The wisdom of having the guy around was questionable, seeing as Martin had taken a tree down with just a knife. In the end Locke decided it would be easier to defend himself against a person than it would be a tree that didn't want to remain stationary. "If they did then they wouldn't be here," he pointed out.
Catching up to his tree from earlier Locke tried once again to grab onto the roots. Martin might want to chop them all down but that was out of the question for the Californian. These trees had a place that they were suppose to be. Earthen hands wrapped around a root and pulled down. The tree wanted to keep moving, but the earth, with Locke's stubbornness, wanted the root to stay down.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Mar 7, 2011 0:19:06 GMT -6
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It would seem that I am in a slow state at the moment, and it would be nice to be able to post with Locke. So if anyone is available, would you like to do a thread together?
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Feb 17, 2011 16:20:50 GMT -6
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"What? You've never done that?" It was a bit surprising to think that someone who had a similar powers hadn't done something so simple. Locke had done the same thing when he first came to the Danger Room to keep himself from being pulled away. It didn't work all that well back then, but since that first night he had greatly improved. Sam had to have tried holding someone in place with his ice before. The only difference that Locke could see was the ice didn't go back down into the ground. Not unless they were on a glacier.
He watched Sam struggle to free the buried leg with a strange sense of satisfaction. Sam might be able to move with more ease with his ice golem, but if his leg was under the ground. "Never said that I had to make a whole golem," Locke told Sam. With a wiggle of his fingers the dirt that was surrounding Sam's leg loosened up to allow the man a chance to get out. Maybe he hadn't explained everything to Sam earlier. Locke didn't think Sam wanted it anyways. "Only one more secret, but it's not relevant."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Feb 13, 2011 18:11:41 GMT -6
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I must keep up the tradition of things going horribly wrong for Locke when he goes in the city. Plus it will be fun to see him act like a fool. Count me in
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Feb 10, 2011 21:11:38 GMT -6
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He was being laughed at. Not much managed to get through to Locke when he was like this. Things would be heard of course, it wasn't as if he could turn off his ears, but there was very little that he listened to. For the self conscious teen laughter directed at him was something that he always picked up on. There wasn't any malice in the laugh, but Locke couldn't help but feel slightly offended. Of course rocks didn't go up. And yes the first golem moved with a speed that rocks generally only had when rolling down a hill, but he couldn't make them fly up in the air.
Maybe it was frustration that Sam could do something so effortlessly while he had to figure out an alternate method. Maybe it was the cold. Whatever it was, something clicked in Locke's head and he felt a flare of anger. It would never show on his face. Locke's mind was too deeply invested in his coating of dirt for his outward appearance to change. Inside he fumed though.
Letting his breath slow down Locke felt out for where Sam was putting pressure on the ground. They were the only two in there, so it didn't matter that the teen hadn't memorized Sam's weight distribution. The approaching footsteps had to be Sam's. Locke slowed his breathing down even more, past what was normal for sleep. He was standing perfectly still, waiting. Covered in a thick coat of dirt Locke might have been mistaken for some sort of odd art piece.
What did rocks do? A lot of things, Locke wanted to answer, but he kept his jaw clenched tightly shut. Could he move? Of course he could move, he just chose not to.
Well, not much.
One hand clenched into a fist and made a sudden sharp downwards tug. The earth beneath Sam's leg leaped up suddenly, wrapping around and pulling it down. Locke had kept the whole burying people thing quiet. Shaking himself like a wet dog, the dirt, for the most part, flew off Locke. As always there was a bit of dirt that stuck to the folds of his jeans. "They shift," he said dryly, a half smile on his face.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Feb 10, 2011 17:21:59 GMT -6
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Locke smirked. He wouldn't say he had 'roguish good looks'. If anything maybe the natural look. Girls didn't come up to him and tell him he was cute. If they giggled as he passed the likely cause was a piece of toilet paper stuck to his shoe. "Yeah, I'll attract a girl made out of molten lava. Might not be able to dance with her, but she'll be hot." Even in his head it sounded stupid. He didn't care. According to Elise when he stumbled meant that he was doing good.
Feeling pleased with himself Locke turned his head to Elise, a proud smile on his face. She was grinning back, and it was in her eyes too. Locke's smile faded slightly, puzzled as to what he had done that made Elise happy. Maybe it was the memory of her mother's dance studio. Whenever he heard a computer boot up loudly Locke couldn't help but think of his dad settling down to work. The familiar tapping of fingers on a keyboard was almost like a lullabye to him growing up. Or maybe it was the image of little kids doing the same moves she was trying to teach him. Chris and Mai both liked to move around, and almost like a movie he could see them imitating the dance steps. Laughter rippled through his body. Knowing Mai she'd probably end up taking the lead, forcing Chris to be the girl. Elise drew closer as he laughed, and after pinching the bridge of his nose to keep from laughing Locke answered her. "I think I'm ready."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Feb 10, 2011 16:05:42 GMT -6
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"I'm going the speed limit," Eaan grumbled, but for the sake of those traveling with him, slowed down. Locke heaved a sigh of relief. He doubted that Eaan was going to do anything drastic or dangerous with the van. Eaan wasn't that dumb. It wasn't that Locke was afraid to ride in a car. For a time after the crash Locke could hardly force himself into any vehicle. The ride home from the hospital had been slow and full of stops so that he could calm down from panic attacks.
There were still times though when Locke felt his chest tightening in a car. Riding backwards was one of those times that unsettled Locke. He turned himself about, frowning as the sore muscles in his legs were stretched and he was bumped. Locke hooked his elbows over the van's seat and rested his chin there. Now at least he could see where they were headed. "Don't get me wrong E, I'm all for Alcatraz, but couldn't you have done some research before hand? And what is that orange thing?"
"Ever seen Escape from Alcatraz Chris?" Eaan asked, "Oh that's where Locke and I went to school. Once the start of the school year got delayed a couple days when the pipes started spitting up brown water." One hand was taken off the wheel to point. "Both hands on the wheel," Locke reminded, and Eaan complied.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Feb 8, 2011 19:23:56 GMT -6
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Once again Locke was reminded of just how good a friend Chris was. The guy might not have been able to keep from being startled by his dead eye, but Chris had the decency to not press him about what happened to his dad. Now that it was out there Locke really was going to have to tell Chris about the crash. The story hadn’t been concluded, merely paused for the time being. Later on he’d crack open the book of his life, thumb through the pages, and start telling Chris the tragic tale.
Right now Locke had to concentrate on not sliding about or tipping over with the movement of the van. Eaan and Chris both were sitting on proper seats, with belts to keep them secure. He had whatever friction jeans plus butt could be mustered. Riding in the back of a van required a great deal of focus. That orange lump was bothering him as well. ”Eaan, what are you up to?”
The question that Eaan chose to answer was not his friend, but rather the visitor who sat up front with him. “Ducks, cows. Cows that look weird. And convicts… Bwhaaaaa” he finshed, doing his best impression of a trumpet. A hand reached up to grip on the back of the seat as Eaan made a turn and Locke pulled himself up. He had known Eaan for years now and still could not predict what was going to happen next.
”Is Alcatraz even open this time of year?” he asked. Eaan shrugged his shoulders. ”So you’re taking us to a jail that might not be safe to walk around in during the winter and you don’t even know if it’s open?”
“Look on the bright side Rock Man,” Eaan said, turning his head to talk. Locke made a frantic waving motion as if to remind his friend to keep his eyes on the road. In Eaan’s opinion Locke freaked out too much in cars. “One way or another we’re going to be visiting a jail today.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Feb 4, 2011 22:13:26 GMT -6
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The Californian did not physically see Sam, covered in ice, leaping through the air. With his mind in the dirt that covered him, Locke's vision was less on the things that everyone could see, and more upon the unique way he saw the rocks and dirt around him. In his earth sense they hummed, trembled, moved. Sam's movement registered for Locke. He saw it more like a string bouncing back into position after pressure had been removed from it. He also felt when he landed.
Stay focused, stay loose, he reminded himself. Locke moved a little, feeling the dirt fall off him, and he drew more up. Such a jump seemed impossible, even if he should get to the point where movement within a golem was easy. "Rocks don't go up," he grumbled. It wasn't natural.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jan 29, 2011 19:41:53 GMT -6
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Locke was about to say something to Chris how he was the guest, and therefore should have the actual seat in the van, or maybe even ask Eaan once again about the orange lump. The words were halted when he was asked about his eye. ”What about my eye?” Locke was momentarily confused. He brushed a hand against his face and he realized what had happened. ”Oh.”
The teen glared at Eaan, who seemed to be busy fixing a spot on the seat for Chris to sit. Locke had been contemplating telling Chris about his eye. It made him kind of a jerk to say that he wasn’t normal when he seemed to be, other than the layer of dirt. To be able to tell someone about his eye would be to take a big step away from the emotionally constipated teen that he was. He hated talking about his eye, because there was no way to avoid what caused it.
”It happened six years ago,” Locke started, climbing into the back of the van. That was the easy part, like telling people that he once broke his arm. There wasn’t anything to secure him in the back, so Locke leaned against the car seat. ”My dad and I were going to a ballgame. One minute he’s laughing about something stupid I said and the next…”
“San Francisco! Town city of gleaming spires! People live here. Golden Gate Bridge. Aaah, the Romans came here. They built buildings with things.” Eaan interrupted, popping his head over the van’s seat. “C’mon Chris. Let’s start your vacation off in style.”
"Dork," Locke said, but his heart wasn't in it. He'd made a start telling Chris what had happened to him, and they'd be here long enough that the story would be told eventually. "He's good at math and science, but apparently Eaan doesn't know that the Romans never came to San Francisco."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jan 27, 2011 23:19:12 GMT -6
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”I thought that the point of this dancing thing was to get the girls to swoon,” Locke joked. He didn’t want to learn how to dance to attract girls. Having girls clinging to you might be other’s ideal situation, but Locke rather enjoyed having his space. That had been the reason why his only girlfriend had broken up with him. She wanted a guy who would pull her onto his lap at lunch, and sneak kisses in a dark movie theatre. Holding hands was enough for him. ”Dizzy and flustered is what we’re aiming for right? I mean it’s not like I’m going to win them over with roguish good looks or a dazzling personality”
Nor was he going to win anyone over with dance moves, Locke realized quickly as his turn went terribly, horribly wrong. Elise’s years of experience kept her from being stomped upon, but all that Locke was able to do was force himself to blunder on. She halted him before he could study the ground closely with gravity’s assistance, but the fact remained that he had all the grace just then of a one legged fish on land. ”I think I just became part elephant,” he half joked, pissed at himself. He had been doing ok before. Frustrated he separated himself from Elise and wiped his hands off. They had gotten a little sweaty. In fact he was feeling warm all over. ”Geeze, even messing up is a workout.”
His brows knitted together in intense concentration Locke started to practice the steps once again on his own. Without Elise to worry about the Californian’s head remained up. His steps were tentative, as if he didn’t trust himself to do them right. Locke was a bit of a perfectionist, always wanting to do the best possible job on anything he attempted. To him it was critically important to not trip over his feet yet again. “Do you teach little kids the cha-cha too?” he asked, growing more confident as he worked things out. He gave a test turn a try, bit his bottom lip, then repeated the action.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jan 24, 2011 21:13:48 GMT -6
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"Yeah, you're like me," Eaan said.
Locke shrugged his shoulders. He thought Chris was pretty cool, even if the guy tended to look down on himself. "I think you are," he told Chris, "And if you weren't what difference does it make?" Locke hadn't fixed his hair back to its usual place from when Eaan had messed it up. He was just so excited to be back home that the action, which was so ingrained in his mind that he didn't realize when he did it half the time, failed to happen.
Locke shook his head in a sympathetic way. He'd had an encounter with Saphirus a long time ago and nothing had changed his opinion that Chris's roommate was insane. Not in the same way that Eaan was, but more in the shouldn't be left alone ever sort of way. "He dragged me into a gun fight once. Or more of I went after him because he was going to get himself killed. The most Eaan's ever done to me was almost tie me up with his guitar cable. Do not get in his way when he's rocking out."
It occurred to Locke however that he really didn't know much about the sea lions or the aquarium that he was telling Chris about. "The sea lions usually go away in the fall, and I read somewhere that they seemed to disappear recently, though they came back..." He let the sentence trail off, pointing to a white van that Eaan was unlocking. It was one of those vans that every plumber or handyman has. "I don't know, probably something to do with global warming, or maybe some evil Aquaman planning to take over Australia."
Eaan put Locke's backpack in the van next to a strange orange lump and held his hands out for Chris's luggage. "What's that about taking over Australia?" he asked, shoving aside an empty cloth guitar bag that was draped over the front seat. Locke gave the van a disapointed look. "Harper's home today, and Laura had a case in court, so I got the gig van. Sorry Chris, it's only got the seat in front, so either we squish together or Locke rides in the back."
"Eaan what is that orange lump?" Locke asked, his brother sense tingling, telling him that there was some sort of plot going on he was unaware of.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jan 24, 2011 16:17:45 GMT -6
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Right. Relax. Focus.[/color] This tme Locke had let himself hear Sam. He was finding it hard to follow the older man's advice. The dirt was moving easily enough. Messing about with it early had shaken up the dirt enough to get past the layer of frost. And though it was cold Locke did not mind the way the dirt felt. What bothered him was the chance that things would go wrong. Not that he doubted the sincerity of Sam's promise. Locke might like the idea of having the earth all around him, but continuing the armor up over his head felt too much like being trapped inside the wall. Suddenly something clicked in his head and Locke knew what was the most frightening thing about being inside the golem.
Yes he hid his scared eye behind his hair, but Locke never tried to hide his good eye. He was so afraid that if anything obscured his vision he'd be defenseless. To not be able to see was to be back in that hospital, with the darkness closing in. "I'm good," he said, taking a step. Dirt tumbled free from the shell that protected Locke. "I want my head free"
Talking was a distraction. Usually when he was working with Fluffy Locke kept his mouth shut. Loose lips sink ships and all that jazz. It was less difficult to say something though when he was wearing the dirt like an adult pair of footy pajamas. When this was all over he'd have enough dirt on the folds of his clothes and on his skin that he could make yet another golem. "Now what?" Locke asked. He had no fighting experience.
