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 21, 2010 0:47:40 GMT -6
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Locke’s birthday had turned out surprisingly well. This year he didn’t have to smile and go along with having dinner in a restaurant. He got to just stay at the school in his comfortable clothes and spend time with his friends. It had simply been another day in which he popped in some movies and watched them, commenting about random things that often had nothing to do with the action of the film. One such comment had been about his inability to dance. Locke couldn’t recall why he had mentioned it, but Elise had offered him dance lessons as a birthday present. Why he had agreed to it was also a mystery. When it came to dances Locke had always been, and more than likely always would be that guy who just stood around awkwardly and ate food until it was time to go. Still the fact remained that she offered to teach him to dance and he had agreed.
The Californian had put careful consideration into what he had put on before going down for his lesson. He didn’t have a wide selection of clothes, but he didn’t know what exactly to wear to a dance lesson. There were his sweatpants that he wore occasionally to practice with his powers, but while those gave him plenty of room for movement, they weren’t something he’d want to be seen in. In the end he went with his cleanest pair of jeans, the ones that had holes in the knees, his Dolorean crashed into the Tardis t-shirt, and a black button up shirt. His hair had been carefully arranged. For a change Locke used some hair product to make sure that it wouldn’t go everywhere. While Elise had her dance heels, Locke’s feet were clad in his beat-up hightops.
He knocked on the classroom door before entering. Elise was busy putting on her shoes and Locke didn’t want to startle her. In his free hand he carried his laptop, not knowing that Elise had grabbed some music herself. “Hey,” he said, entering and setting the laptop down on the teacher’s desk. “I didn’t know what kind of dancing you had in mind.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 18, 2010 12:27:43 GMT -6
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After some thought Locke spoke up. “Only differences are I didn’t get paid to watch them and if they had a nightmare it was my room that they tried to sleep in. Pretty sure that doesn’t happen with every babysitter.” The circumstances at home were not the most ideal, Locke knew that. He also knew that he had made a mess of things when he left San Francisco. Kendra had been furious at his running away. While Locke knew that it was because she cared about him, it was easier for him to believe it was because she had lost hands to help. “So… working with kids?” he asked, almost testing to see what she thought of it. Of course it suited Ms. Taylor, but he still half expected her to shoot him down for considering it. Had he been able to approach his dad or step mother about him not wanting to go to college they would have told him that he was going, and that that was the end of the discussion. It was a parent’s job to make sure their child got the most they could out of life. Ms. Taylor had admitted to being a parent, and she showed concern that he thought he was wasting his time in school. On the other hand it was her who had suggested something with children. “The sandbox will never have been as much fun.”
He sighed and rubbed the heel of his hand into his left eye. Ms. Taylor probably had to deal with mutants who couldn’t handle having their powers turned off all the time. “I’m sorry it’s not you, it’s me,” he said, having to smirk at saying that. Locke had never had to say that to anyone. Usually it was used for break ups. “I rely on my powers so much that the second it gets turned off I don’t know what to do and I get scared.” Locke bit his lip and thought about her offer. "I'd really appreciate that. What should I do?"
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 17, 2010 20:58:03 GMT -6
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His normal equipment was in short demand. No effective weapons, no jars of nails. Locke had spotted several of his puppets shortly after leaving the confused doll girl behind, but those he recognized as imitations, not his actual work. The puppets annoyed him, for it was yet another person or persons attempting to be him and doing a sloppy job of it. It offended him as much as the title “Jigsaw Killer” did, and he had not bothered to grab a single one. If you were going to teach and save the way that he did you had to have certain standards and not be sloppy. In the past he had such a copycat killer into one of his apprentices, but Locke did not trust Detective Hoffman entirely, much the way that he did not trust Amanda entirely.
There had been rooms where he had left the doll girl that would serve the purpose of holding the murderess until a test for her could be completed. If he could not find a suitable one from the blue prints that had survived Detective Matthew’s rampage, she would be suitable as a part of the lesson for Trapp. Although he had memories of his death at the hands of Jeff, and although what was happening in his head had been severe enough to hinder his vision, Jigsaw Locke felt full of life. Enough life to be able to pull together something for the girl once he got to her.
With the hood of his coat pulled up Locke could hide in the shadows caused by the girl’s brilliant light. The main force of her brain dead servants were not focused in his direction, allowing for a level of stealth. Locke’s mutation did not like him heading towards such a dangerous position. It was the part of him that kept him safe, and he was ignoring it. As he drew closer his powers started acting up. Locke simply thought the reason why the world was growing fuzzy was that he grew closer to the bright source of light. Had he known what he was doing Locke would have been aware that something was very wrong with the way the earth was responding to him. By the time he had gotten within range of the fountain there was a loud and destructive… well noise that drew him out of himself and the fountain that his mind was in. He was pulled back into reality, a portion of the fountain exploding into a shower of stones. For a change the stone hit him, and it hurt.
This isn't right, Locke Jigsaw thought as a pained yelp escaped him. It wasn't right with who he thought he was, and a part of him could feel that this pain wasn't suppose to be there.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 17, 2010 16:47:04 GMT -6
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It feels good to have the start of a plan for the rest of my life, Locke thought to himself. It might not be his end choice. After all Ms. Taylor said he didn’t have to decide yet what to do with the rest of his life. There was still that pressure to choose, and he still wasn’t sold that college was going to be for him. Maybe he should try to take some of those classes that counted for both high school and college credits. Said classes would give him a better idea of what college was like, and help him to make his choice. The one option he had as far as an area of interest in had multiple possibilities. Even ruling out counseling kids there was much that Locke could do. Right now he was more equipped to be a nanny than any sort of educational role.
While Locke listened he fiddled with the cuffs of his sleeves, twisted his watch around. It just didn’t feel right to have to keep his head turned slightly throughout their conversation, and not to recognize what was underneath his feet. Locke never realized just how much of the noise that kept him from panicking at night had been the vibes he picked up. The world is quiet here,[/i] the Californian thought, recalling that from one of the books that he read Chris and Mai. The twins were born with rather unfortunate events occurring, and Kendra had been surprisingly ok with Locke reading his brother and sister the popular Lemony Snicket books. Although he needed, and wanted her help, Locke couldn’t feel quite right this close to Ms. Taylor.
“Good thing that you’re here then,” Locke admitted. Not only was she helping him think through some important changes in his life, she knew about what he was interested in. “Kendra knows computers only, so did Dad.” The last word was given a softness that Kendra’s name had not. He plowed onwards. “They wouldn’t be help with any kid work.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 17, 2010 15:09:53 GMT -6
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Locke wouldn’t say that he was afraid of mazes, just that he had an extremely strong dislike for them that kept him from going into them. It was more of the sensation of being lost and helpless that he was afraid of. The Lovecraft program had taken advantage of that fear and slammed it together with his fear of the enclosing darkness to make a personal hell. “More interesting is how the other fears come about. Chris has never gotten hit by lightning, but every time he hears a thunder clap he crawls under something to hide. Mai’s afraid of bugs, but she hasn’t been on an episode of Fear Factor or anything. Some things you’re just born with.”
Henrietta had surprised him by confessing her fears. To do so was to admit a type of weakness, and in doing that it meant that she didn’t hate him entirely. Maybe Locke had apologized to her on Halloween for his behavior when they first met. If he had done so it would have been when neither one were themselves. It was something he was going to have to do sooner or later, and not something he was looking forwards to. Rather than apologize, Locke decided to comment on a couple of Henri’s fears. “You can’t stand blood but you love horror movies?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Locke didn’t mean anything mean by it. He understood how fake horror movies were, and he sight of blood from them didn’t bother him, not like it had when he had chased after Saph into a gunfight, and he was just joking with Henri. He shrugged his shoulders “The dark isn't that childish a fear. And it’s normal to be afraid of death. It’s always been high up on the list of fears. If you think about it the fear of death is the most basic fear, and others all stem from it.”
“Go ahead,” Locke told Henri, “English is my strong suit too, and I quit with the math, well one of the maths, for now.” He was not sure if she meant that she wanted to stop the subject or if she wanted to go back to her life outside of schoolwork. If it was more of the latter then there was some guilt that he had interrupted her studying.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 17, 2010 1:34:52 GMT -6
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A small smile planted itself on Locke’s lips. Ms. Taylor had no idea how easy it was for him to keep an eye on kids, even if he only had one eye. Locke could sense where people were as long as they had some sort of contact with the ground. Kids might climb up things, but it wasn’t as if they lived in trees or anything. While the kids were on the ground Locke could keep an eye on them as they ran about, and if they went someplace where he could not sense them, then he’d find them as soon as their feet touched ground. Locke liked little kids. They made him smile.
This was one of those moments when Locke got smacked in the face with how incredibly stupid he was. It should have occurred to him that he could try to make a living out of working with kids. After all the only thing he had wanted to do with his life for certain was to make certain that his little brother and sister grew up to be decent and healthy people. Ms. Taylor pointed out that working with children didn’t pay much. It didn’t surprise him, nor did it concern him too much. He couldn’t think of any occupation that he would be able to do that did pay well. The Californian knew a little bit about computers, but did not hold the same amount of interest in them that his father had. “Great, one option,” he said with his typical skepticism, though he was slightly pleased. Even one option was more than he had before he had gone in. “I’ll take you up on the help, but I don’t think I’d be a good guidance counselor. Too many personal issues.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 15, 2010 21:46:42 GMT -6
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“Yeah, one more time,” Locke agreed eagerly. They were so close to getting it and he wanted to test himself. Locke also wanted out of the river as quickly as possible. He let his mind slip out of his body and through the mud and rocks that lined the river’s bottom. The sensation made him feel light headed and distracted, like he had just gotten off of a rollercoaster that was running way too fast. The Californian was spreading himself too thin.
Spread out as he was Locke once again barely felt it when Chris touched bottom. This much water moving at this speed just made everything he tried ineffective. Even though he’d been standing in the cold water for a long time now Locke’s legs felt as if they were freezing into icicles. A great shiver took over him and he lost his focus. “It’s no good,” he said, stepping back and out of the water. “Next time, we try this in a hottub.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 15, 2010 14:48:33 GMT -6
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Locke really couldn’t say anything about what college was like. All he had to go off of were the impressions that movies and television had given him. Not all colleges had fraternities, he knew that, but it was certainly a strong impression. ”You also have people split up, by year, by area of study, even by where you live on campus.” he reminded Ms. Taylor, “And there’s that whole ring by spring thing that you hear about.” There was a slight ting of red to his ears at mentioning that. Locke wasn’t going to go much farther with the whole romance thing. He was already missing out on the high school sweetheart thing.
“Yeah, I mean they aren’t as intimidating,” Locke had to admit, “I can figure out what Chris and Mai want, and what’s wrong when they’re upset. When they’re young everything is more simple. There aren’t the politics of being popular, or at least it isn’t as big a deal.” Locke couldn’t think of when he had suddenly become so aware of how he looked and where he was on the totem pole of popularity. When he was Chris’s age about the only thing he cared about when it came to being cool was wearing the popular shoes. At age twelve it was much the same, though, he supposed, around then he wanted to be normal like everyone else. Maybe with him it was his circumstances that made him need to act a certain way. “But the younger you are the more the big things can hurt. Divorce, moving, any trouble at home and your whole world can shatter. It’s hard to get through, let alone past.”
Of course Ms. Taylor probably knew all of that. After all she was a guidance counselor. It doesn’t feel right calling her that. She’s not like any guidance counselor back in San Francisco.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 15, 2010 11:28:25 GMT -6
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Locke’s eyes widened, or to be more accurate his right eye did so, while the left eyelid simply opened up more, the eye itself still facing blankly ahead. He never even realized that he had said he had to take care of his brother and sister. Did it mean that he felt forced into it? No, not really. It was what he wanted. Saying that he had to take care of his siblings made him feel more like he was their dad, and had to figure out his future for them, not himself. Locke absorbed her words. He didn’t get the direct answer that he was hoping for. To be honest Locke hadn’t expected that, but it still frustrated him. “It’s more like a million wrong answers, and I’m not finding the right one,” he said. That was his problem with math as well.
When Ms. Taylor mentioned him making the earth move Locke smiled. “I love being a mutant,” he confessed. Other than the super hero thing which had already been dismissed he couldn’t think of much that his powers would be useful for. Moving earth, the way that she said it, made him think of a loud and large piece of machinery on a construction site. “I don’t think I could be a construction worker. The whole cat calling thing…” Really he had said that as a joke, but it did make him realize something else about college that he wasn’t looking forward to. “If, and that’s a big if, I do decide to go to college and I get in one, I’d be missing out on something that is suppose to be so great about it. High school is bad enough with trying to fit in, but college? I’m more suited to be around kids and parents. I mean I have some friends here but…”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 13, 2010 22:31:30 GMT -6
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The distraction from the homework was well welcomed. Locke’s heart just wasn’t in the SAT work that night. Usually he did his homework in his room alone, but having someone to chat with as he got work done was pretty nice. It was taking longer to get through it all, but it wasn’t so boring that he was falling asleep. The conversation they were having was really more of just telling stories, but it was more information about her than he had. “You have to respect waitresses. They have to put up with people cranky from lack of food, large and loud parties, juggling heavy trays of food, and not getting paid minimum wage.”
“Oh yeah, she was terrorfied, especially when one of the male firefighters came in while she was washing her hands. Don’t worry, later that night there was a thunderstorm and Chris was scared just as badly.” Locke chuckled at the memory of that day. He had a situation similar to Henrietta’s lost in a store happen to him. “I got stuck in a bush at one of those hedge mazes. Somehow I ended up upside down and my mom and dad couldn’t find me. Ever since I’ve hated mazes, even the ones on paper.” It was a little embarrassing to admit that, but on the whole not the most humiliating thing he had ever said or done.
Deciding he had had enough of the math portion of the book Locke flipped ahead to some word focusing questions. “Whet is most nearly the opposite of…deaden, engender, default, enhance, or desiccate.” He smiled at Henri before filling the bubble in for his answer. This was more like it.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 13, 2010 17:26:20 GMT -6
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Strange how Ms. Taylor said he didn’t need to know what he wanted to do. The few college applications that he had looked at said otherwise. All of them wanted to know what areas of study he was interested in. Even in high school classes were tailored slightly to suit interests. Unless you were Eaan and your guidance counselor thought that band was a waste of time when you wanted to go to college for music. Locke paused his mind’s current train of thought to contemplate if music was something he’d like to pursue. He did enjoy playing his bass, but he didn’t want to be up on a stage in front of a crowd. It was fine for his friend, but it wasn’t Locke’s dream. “Then help me,” he asked of Ms. Taylor, needing it. He hated asking for help.
There had been some miscommunication, and Locke hesitated to tell her that he meant that being a mutant wasn’t a job, it was just a part of who you were. It didn’t make a difference in the end he decided. “Their mom takes care of them too,” he said, “But I wasn’t in school when they first were born, and it was either let Kendra be overwhelmed and hear them cry all day, or help. They got bigger, I helped more. Doing their laundry, picking them up from daycare, making dinner, putting them to bed…”. He shrugged his shoulders, as if it wasn’t any big deal. It never occurred to him that he often did more of the work raising them then Kendra, not that she was neglectful. Locke just naturally took over. “Why?”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2010 14:11:46 GMT -6
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“If you can come up with a metaphor like that, I don't think it's a lost cause.” Locke shook his head no. “That’s history and English. I’ll have to get high scores for the writing and critical reading to get close to the average.” No need to tell her that the higher the score he got overall, the better. Most colleges, he discovered, wanted to have at least the average. His high school grades were critical as well, but there was no fixing the past now, and he was struggling with the future.
A guilty look took over Locke’s face. He had already traveled as far from home without needing a passport or getting on a plane, so the distance from home wasn’t anything to keep him from going to college. Locke felt better for getting out of that house, even if it meant that he had to say goodbye to his little siblings. “That’s the problem with school Ms. Taylor.” he said, “I’m not going to jump into something without knowing what I’m getting into.”
Even though she said that it was a long story, Ms. Taylor kept it brief. Something inside of Locke’s chest sank. She hadn’t helped him with her story, only made the question of his future all the more puzzling. A hand went through his messed up hair, trying to get the tangles out and back into place. “Sports are out for me. I can’t play baseball. I like writing, but not for a living. Being a mutant won’t help me take care of my brother and sister, and I am not going to be stuck to a museum because I like history.” Could he do the same thing as Ms. Taylor? Probably not since he didn’t even like handling his own issues.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Nov 12, 2010 2:55:54 GMT -6
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Ms. Taylor didn’t shoot Locke down right away when he said what was on his mind. He didn’t really have anyone he could speak to about these sort of concerns. Tarin had kept trying to turn the conversation to love and girls when they were at a baseball game. Locke wondered how Ms. Taylor knew so much about him. It wasn’t worrying. Quite the opposite, because it meant that she looked into the students here, and most likely would be an improvement on his last counselor. “Not high school. I get that it’s important,” he clarified. McDonalds might be willing to hire him now, but they might not be too happy if he never got his diploma. Since he didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life it didn’t make a difference if he settled on a mediocre retail or food service job.
“Ok, so it’s a little stupid,” he confessed under her gaze, “I’m suppose to take this test, the SAT.” He hadn’t even heard of it before Kendra sent him the prep books prior to his birthday. It wasn’t like he had any older siblings that had done it, and his friend back west, while a year older, had failed English enough times that he was held back. Kendra impressed upon him that the SAT would be the single most important test he would take in his life, and that his junior year of high school was the only year that made a difference in the end. Taking the SAT was one of those things he couldn’t argue with Kendra about. She had the legal custody and she made the big choices. If it was something detrimental to his health or well being then maybe he could have gotten into another one of their debates. Ms. Taylor did not seem shocked about the existence of this grave exam, and it made Locke doubt his dad. He had to have had some sort of plan for Locke’s life. “Half the thing is math, and I’m pulling D’s in that, so my score is going to be lower than the stock market circa nineteen twenty nine. There's no point in trying on it. I'm going to score low. Low scores and bad grades don't get you into colleges, and that's just a waste of money.” Technically speaking the math was one third of the test, but Locke was pretty sure that the SAT board had just chopped the English portion in half. Besides which the average score had math being higher.
It all boiled down to a future that was unclear and he was hurtling towards. Lip stinging from the talking he asked, "How'd you end up here? Not here the school, here in life.". Locke never thought to ask Kendra about the choices she had made in life, and part of the guidance he needed now could only come from hearing other people's experience.
