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 Aug 7, 2010 19:57:06 GMT -6
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Computer technicians would scratch their heads and shrug their shoulders at the sight of the Tori household computer. It had been cleaned, the parts updated, but still the piece of technology would do a rather convincing impression of a single engine airplane preparing for lift off. Kendra had at first been startled by it. Surely there was no way that thing was going to be able to work. But Hugo had plunked himself down in front of it enough to tap away at keys and come up with dancing water bottles for gyms websites and programs to support anti-virus software. She now was use to the frantic hum as it booted up and accepted it as just one of the strange quirks of the too tiny house that felt much too large these days.
Normally she wouldn't bother coming home to work on these last few projects. It was easier just to stay at the office. But she wasn't heartless. Mai and Chris were three and adorable. She enjoyed seeing what antics they got caught up in. Locke was out the hospital, but there were still days when he had bad migraines and ran into things. Kendra boasted about the cuteness of her children, but it was the maturity and steadiness that her step-son approached his life that made her most proud. He had a strength to him that only partially came from his father.
The drone of the computer didn't interfere with another sound that had become common. Chris was over in a corner with a toy car in one hand dancing to Another Girl while wearing a burp cloth like a superhero cape, not caring that he had no sense of rhythm or even that the song was coming to an end. He was totally lost in his own world of which there was no explanation. Mai was helping Locke with his math homework by sitting on his lap and holding open the book and sucking her thumb.
"How does pizza sound?" Kendra asked as she turned around in her chair. The thumb which had been in the mouth in such a way that the hand it was attached to was upside down came out and Mai asked "Tza?" She still had problems with that word, but the prospect of the gooey cheesey snack made her squirm on Locke's lap. Chris fell over backwards, laughing as the car went flying out of his hand, still partially wandering through the childhood reverie.
"That's one vote." Locke let the child go and she ran to her mother. Chris, never wanting to be far behind copied her. "And that's two. Locke?"
The teen might be ignoring her, because he was flipping through his papers. Math had never been his strongest class, and now that Hugo wasn't around to help him anymore the grades were dropping even lower. He struggled and fought with it each night, his face growing tighter with every equation. "Locke?" she repeated.
"Mmm," was the non-committal response. So he had heard her, but just didn't care. Kendra ruffled Chris's hair and asked him if he could go get the phone. It hurt to see Locke struggling with something that he should be good at. Locke followed logic, approaching problems with calm calculations as if he were the noisy computer she was sitting in front of instead of a thirteen year old who's voice had just started cracking. What hurt more was these brief moments when she caught a glimpse of something wrong in him.
She was there in the hospital when the doctors got him out of surgery, drugged up so heavily that he wouldn't try moving. An eye that had glass and metal in it, broken arm, mangled leg that had to be set, pinned, and torn ligaments mended. She had held his hand, squeezing it because the gurney and her stomach would not allow her to hold him in any other way. He was getting to be so big now, but in that bed, in that sterile environment he looked small and she could see that he was just eleven and when he woke up it was going to be a frightening world. Locke was better. He was adjusting to the blind eye, and his limp was getting less and less noticible. Other then the silence, there seemed to be nothing wrong with him emotionally. But she still had to wonder if when he mended something inside of him had not been set quite right. "We can get breadsticks if you'd like."
"Yeah, sounds good," he told her, looking at he briefly with a smile. Those were rare, even before the accident. Only the twins really got them to come easily. Kendra should be glad that he gave her one. It meant that he might be warming up to her at last. But there was that hazy nagging feeling, the feeling that some part of the equation was wrong.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 31, 2010 23:05:18 GMT -6
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Ok, so the cat thing was turning out to sound pretty cool, and Locke had to confess that as a child, and yes, occasionally now and then, he fantasized about being an animal. Not a fish, because although the swimming thing probably would be fun, Locke found it hard to think they could live lives of any fascination. "Alright, good point. Being an animal might not be too bad for a little while. But I guess it would all depend on what you are. I wouldn't want to be a dog. Too many gross habits, and given how big I am, with my luck I'd be a Bernard or something that drools all the time. Cats are cool though... I like cats."
When he thought of cats, Locke had two catagories. The first was those cats that had more hair then Cher, and those cats that are so mixed up in breeds that they could only be described as "mutts". Are cats mutts or is it something else? It doesn't sound right. "At least those street cats, strays, shorthair cats are alright, as long as they aren't those polished ones you see in calenders or commercials."
A new record! This was probably the longest Locke had talked to a girl since coming to New York, and even more likely the longest he had in the last five years. Mai didn't count. She was still young enough that you had no choice but to talk to them. Answering a five year old is a better way to hold on to your sanity than to ignore them. And it was sort of easy to talk to Kat too. When she told him he could eat his chips he was glad to take her up on that. The dance had given Locke a serious case of the munchies. There wasn't much else to do unless he decided to cause national disaster by dancing, which wasn't going to happen if the DJ kept playing slow songs like this one. "I think I know why people dance so close with the songs like these, if they don't have someone to lean against they're going to fall asleep and smash their nose when face hits floor." Did that mean Locke hated slower tempo songs? No, just the schmaltzy and cliche ones that came after the seventies.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 31, 2010 22:36:14 GMT -6
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"We're doing this," Locke responded, his tone serious, but his expression one of sheepishness, "Because we're two guys who can't think of anything better to do with our time then swim in heavy metals and have a mud fight. Or, in other words, we're looking for an excuse to act like we're three." Just as Chris's joke might have been a little off from normal definitions of comedy, but it wasn't all that off from Locke's own nature.
A visible shiver ran through the hesitant teen and he said something that might have been a swear word had he actually enunciated at all. Ultimately he just made a strangled garbled noise to express his discomfort. He knew that the water would bother him less if he just sucked it up and went in further, but just having his feet wet was plenty for Locke. He didn't want to spend the rest of the day soaking in a hot shower to try to get the grimy feeling off his skin. No, scratch that idea. Right now a hot shower would be heaven. "Does that wet suit keep you from freezing your bum off or is it part of your mutation? And if the answer is yes how can I get my hands on it?". The mud seemed to take offense at his statement, perhaps thinking that he wanted to trade powers with someone else, and another blurbble of the sludge made it look like Locke was trying to turn the river into a jacuzzi.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 24, 2010 22:46:04 GMT -6
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Not only could Tarin see ghosts, or at least the illusion of ghosts, but he could also see straight into the stomach of the average American teenager and tell exactly what they wanted. “Aw hell yeah,” Locke exclaimed while taking his share, showing more excitement then he normally did. He was a sucker for the so called “Mexican” food. More than the stereotypical McDonald’s/Burger King and pizza combined Locke would gorge on Taco Bell. Spicy and strange foods were his weakness, and the messier the food the better it was. It made little difference to him that the nacho cheese was sliding down his hand. This was the food he dreamt of. “If karma does exist, you have major good waves coming at you.”
The loud crunching in his ears from the delicious nachos almost drowned out Tarin’s sly comment about ‘the one’. Locke rolled his eye and groaned. “What’d you do before coming? Watch A League of Their Own? Look, I might, and that’s a big might be wanting a girlfriend, but if I want the love advice I’ll let you know Dr. Ruth. Right now I’m here for baseball and to get out of a rut.” It wasn’t a rant really, more like a lecture of sorts. Baseball was baseball, girls were disaster and confusion. “And the flaw with that statement is that it would mean incest for me.” Not that Locke wanted to be in the date love with his little brother and sister, parents usually want their child to be safe, even if it meant the parent wouldn’t be. “And it’d be whatever the reversal of the Oedipus and Electra syndrome for you when you have a kid of your own.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 24, 2010 21:11:17 GMT -6
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Cthulu?
Locke gave a nervous look around the Danger Room, expecting to see bulging walls, tentacles, and eyes staring at him. His memories of this room were not all that great, and having the thing that had trapped him inside a wall mentioned brought those horrors right to the front of his mind. “Did the people who fight that make a program called Lovecraft here?” he asked weakly. About the only redeeming thing about that would have been that the Cthulu was made of clay. “Clay isn’t so bad. It’s too heavy and tired to do things on its own. It needs someone to help it.” It probably would sound weird given that they had not talked about their mutations at all. “I do stuff with dirt and stuff.”
But he had to stare at her briefly when she said being turned into a cat was a good adventure. “I thought that turning into something that can’t even open its food would be sort of, y’know… bad. Or do you mean good like..” This was hard. Good could mean positive, as in being turned into a cat was an opportunity one should take if given the chance, or it could mean good as in not dull or particularly dangerous. “Like… a way to spend a day with no regrets?”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 24, 2010 20:41:09 GMT -6
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That was the problem. All those head shrinks that Kendra had him see, all those books that were suppose to be a guide on dealing with grief, they didn’t tell you what to do when the person who had died was the person you needed the most. Locke couldn’t find someone he trusted completely. Even the twins couldn’t be counted on entirely, and they were the most important thing to Locke. His dad got it, Kendra didn’t, and Tarin partially got it. The Californian put his spoon down and looked at Kealey with a blank and bored expression. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He had gotten a good amount of practice saying that, especially with that look on his face that said he was done with the matter. Normally people got the idea and moved on, though the psychiatrists always wanted to know why he didn’t want to talk about it, and how it made him feel. An empathy Kealey might be, and she might be an adult, but that did not mean that he had to talk about things if he chose not to. And Locke clearly was stamping a big red DENIED on that conversation and the possibility of getting over the things that bothered him so deeply. Instead he got more of the mac and cheese in his bowl. “That doesn’t make sense,” Locke said, “Why does being aware of other’s emotions mean that you’re not capable of leading or giving people advice? Nobody wants a cold and cynical leader, or someone who has killed off their emotions giving you advice on your own.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 19, 2010 21:52:33 GMT -6
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One would think since Locke followed logic and analyzed, sometimes overanalyzed, everything that he’d like those two subjects. Science logic didn’t seem to want to work for him, and math… well Locke had problems understanding the rules at times. His math teachers never seemed to understand how to term things in a way that he could understand. The more liberal classes were Locke’s pace. He was did well in his English classes, and not just because back in San Francisco the major requirement was to read one book each marking period. Gym had been a good class before the accident. Locke groaned as Tarin commented about his hated classes. “You have no idea.” It didn’t help that Locke was confusing himself with research he was doing about earth and dirt stuff, as well as some basic human anatomy. Was it helping him with the golems? Eh that wasn’t important right now, since the next person up to bat hit a foul ball. Though it did not go towards their section, Locke had the same excitement that one of those sitting where it was headed did. Watching someone catch a foul ball was almost as good as it was to get your own.
“Nah, I stick to my room usually at the school, or go to the library. There was this crazy guy who ran into the fight with a crowbar. He was going to get killed if I didn’t do something.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 19, 2010 21:35:45 GMT -6
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The Californian gave Kat an awkward smile. He had not expected this conversation to happen at all past the whole enjoying the dance thing. It was nice that she had waved to him rather then shake hands, for a few reasons. Not only because it would have been weird shaking hands, but also because he still had a handful of potato chips to eat through. Politeness dictated that he shouldn’t eat while someone was talking to him, which meant that the chips were going to have to stay there until the conversation came to an end. Given his track record Locke would be crunching the unhealthy snack again soon. “Locke,” he introduced himself, doing a bird like head bob and holding his free hand up.
There was a period of uncertainty between the two of what to say next in which the music took over the conversation. What should they talk about next? What does anyone ever talk about during a school dance. At least when Katrina talked again she didn’t ask the repetitive question of mutation. “Adventures?” he asked, and had to think about it, “I guess just being here is one. Before New Years I was still living in San Francisco.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 19, 2010 21:00:55 GMT -6
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”I thought we were walking,” Locke mumbled as Chris went into the water. The Californian stared at it with distaste. He detested the cold, and being wet, and now he was going to have to be both. Why couldn’t Fluffy have stayed together? Locke hesitated before going closer to the water’s edge, slowly taking his shoes off and dipping a toe in the water.
By no means was Locke squeamish. He had changed diapers, both wet and soiled, had experienced every shade of baby spit-up, watched all Saw movies while eating pasta, and had to deal with cleaning out a dead eye. Yet putting one foot in the polluted river made him want to shudder. This is disgusting. Still, if he was this far into the whole idea he might as well see if there was anything that he could do. The mud was there, or at leas Locke was pretty sure that it was mud. It felt workable, but mostly he was disturbed about the feeling of sludge clinging to him. Chris was lucky to have a wet suit. Locke wanted something to keep the sludge off him. He tried to make a golem out of it, and all that really happened was a blurp and a bubble of sludge went to the surface. “It looks like I’m only going to be able to make it hard for you to see at first,” Locke called to Chris when he surfaced. When the fish boy was in the water Locke couldn’t tell where he was. He’d have to work on this.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 18, 2010 18:37:12 GMT -6
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“Yeah I’ve been thinking about getting a job,” Locke said, “It’s just kind of hard to find anything. The economy is bad, I’m only sixteen, which means anyone who hires me has to play around school schedules and laws of employment for minors, and I have to rely on public transportation because I don’t know how to drive.” It was hard to think of any job that he could get other than the typical McDonalds fry slinger. Tarin said something to the effect of offering Locke a job if there had been any logic behind it. He didn’t blame the man for not being able to do so. For one Locke was too much of a skeptic to be working in a business where you need to make people believe in something.
He pulled his hat off and played with it in his hands, his attention still mostly on the game. “It’s cool. If you remember I am not the best person to promote the ghosty business.” Still it was nice to have it mentioned the possibility of a job offered. Even nicer was that the adult was interested in how he was doing. “School's alright. I hate my math and science classes. And there was that Cthulu thing and the gun fight I ran into, but generally speaking things are good. Better than in San Francisco.” Locke sneaked a peek at Tarin to see how the medium would react to the whole gun fight thing.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 18, 2010 13:24:15 GMT -6
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Ker-unch. Locke chewed the potato chip slowly as a petite blonde approached him. He thought that being against the wall and near a speaker would be a good way to keep to himself, but he had made a wrong judgment. Aw nertz, she was coming over and unless he wanted to look like a jerk Locke was going to have to let that happen. So much for being a wallflower. The girl was almost a foot shorter then him and sort of had a baby face, so she wasn’t as intimidating as Henrietta or Kealey. In fact looking at her Locke thought that this was the kind of young lady he wouldn’t mind Mai growing up to be. The dress was rather conservative, and there was just a sort of optimistic nature that came from the girl. Cute really.
“I guess,” Locke half mumbled, but he spoke up as he continued, remembering that he was standing next to a speaker that was playing music fairly loudly, “It was too quiet upstairs, and you can’t pass on punch and chips. You?” There. He’d done it. Locke had said something to a girl without sounding like a total dweeb, and he didn’t say that he was here to dance.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 17, 2010 22:59:32 GMT -6
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Locke had negative intentions of going to the dance. Heck, he didn't even go to elementary school sock hops or the skating party that they turned the gym into. For one thing he could not dance. It wasn't that he had no rhythm, the Californian just did not know how to dance. Not unless you counted the chicken dance, hokee pokee, and the various Wiggles dances that he picked up having seen those videos so many times with his little brother and sister. Which wasn't exactly the sort of dances you want to be caught doing around your peers when you're old enough to learn to drive. Oh yeah, the Dorothy the Dinosaur dance would go over real well. No thank you, Locke was going to stay in his room where he wouldn't have to face social criticism. There was homework that he could get a jump start on, the dreaded science and math to try and struggle to understand.
While the boys his age did their grooming, some singing off key in the shower, others sniffing to see what clothes didn’t smell too awful, Locke was putting his laundry away. As both the males and females began to trickle down to the Danger Room, the Californian was making his bed. Unfortunately by avoiding the big dance Locke was also slowly loosing his defense against the silence that he was so afraid of. He tried turning the volume up on his laptop. It helped, a little.
This was stupid, what could he even wear to the dance? Locke stood up from his desk and paced about his room, feeling the carpet beneath his feet. He might have a pair of dress slacks that Kendra had sent, but those weren't worn enough for him to be sure if they were there or not. The only tie that Locke owned as a clip on one from when he graduated from the sixth grade. No, he was not going to go to.... Locke did something he rarely did, the swearword punctuated by the relative quiet of his room. Since he didn't have fancy dress clothes, Locke grabbed a pair of his jeans that still had the knees in good condition and a freshly ironed plaid shirt. For lack of an undershirt that didn't look like something a lumberjack would wear he settled for his Oregon Trail t-shirt.
Just hang out here long enough that your head will still be buzzing then you can go back to your room and go back.[/i] Locke told himself heading first for where the snacks were and then immediately for the wall. This was terribly uncomfortable for the teen who more often then not wished he could be invisible, but the food was the kind his stomach wanted and the noise was what he needed. Besides he liked feeling the vibrations in his chest from music that played too loud. Locke scooched over closer to a speaker.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 15, 2010 21:15:39 GMT -6
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She had seen it. Kealey was trying to pass it off as not that bad, but Locke knew the truth. His scar and his dead eye were more frightening then anything he saw in any of his horror movies. And it wasn’t all about appearances. If Locke did look normal it wouldn’t change the way he dressed. Clothing items would still be worn until they fell off of him. The Californian had no interest or money to follow the latest fashion trends. It changed way too often. So there was more then just the cosmetics behind his dead eye that bothered Locke. “Sometimes a scar doesn’t mean that the wound’s healed,” he said slowly and deliberately, weighing each word more careful then a jeweler would buying gold.
He shrugged his shoulders. “I know that I probably am not the most frightening person here, but my disfigurement and disability have nothing to do with being a mutant. This is something in addition to one social stigma, and really, it’s one I could do without.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 14, 2010 13:28:35 GMT -6
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“Yeah well, I am blind,” Locke admitted to Tarin, “So even if there is someone out there, with my luck I ain’t going to notice them.” Ah negative thinking, the way Locke’s mind usually worked. It was safer that way. If you always anticipate the worst when something goes wrong it won’t be as painful or difficult. Logic would say as much at least. Though Locke wasn’t happy about being told that there were certain things that logic could not be applied to. Matters of the heart? Pshh. Even that could be broken down and explained.
As far as going back… well Locke wasn’t as sure what to do. It wasn’t that he couldn’t find the reasons for going back or staying. There were reasons galore, but they were weighing each other out equally. San Francisco had the twins, but it had that crushing silence and a lot of painful memories that logically speaking he should be over. New York gave him the freedom to be a mutant and kept the silence away, but it didn’t have the twins. “For now I need to be here. I’m not going to beg Kendra for money to get on another train. And I already sent them those shirts. They’ll grow out of them eventually, but I made sure to get a size bigger.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jul 9, 2010 10:17:15 GMT -6
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“Of course they’ll all be wrong until you find the right one. You aren’t going to be looking afterwards. Who decided to use baseball terms anyways?” Locke had to ask. It was ridiculous. It also proved to be a great way of ending the awkward conversation of his lack of love life. He hadn’t want to talk about girls in the first place. Somehow it just didn’t feel right to be talking about that sort of thing when there was a game going on right in front of them.
Locke licked his fingers, having devoured his hot dog rather rapidly. Next he’d have to find some nachos loaded with cheese byproduct, jalepino rings, sour cream, and those little green things that might be green onions. This game was proving to be a great one, not because the teams were evenly matched, making it a close game. There was that whole underdog factor going on and Locke was enjoying seeing all the fans going crazy for their respective teams, even if he did not support the whole single team thing. There was so much unity even if people were on opposite sides. Everyone was there just for the game, and maybe some unhealthy food. If he felt like putting more insight and profound thoughts into it, he could say that it was almost like a family. “Oh trust me, I don’t believe in much, but family is something I do believe in. Leaving Chris and Mai back in San Francisco was the hardest part of getting out here. It’s their birthday soon.”
