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 9, 2010 18:34:39 GMT -6
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”Oh man,” Locke uttered, not only in reference to the fire, which made the TV screen flood with more oranges, reds, and yellows than a Thomas Kinkade sunset, but also what Kealey must be forced to go through. Just his social ineptitude at times was crippling. Every teen is stricken with crippling self-doubt from time to time, no matter how confident they are. If just a handful of us students have days as bad as mine… How can she even deal with getting out of bed? Great, now he was feeling guilty about how he felt on a regular basis.
Though Kealey had not actually made any sort of physical contact Locke was as embarrassed as if she had. It wasn’t the comment about him having a lot going on up in his head, for he took that as the same old compliment of his practicality. He was admittedly dull and predictable, but on the upside he was logical and sensible. What made Locke want to squirm in his skin was that he looked good when not hiding behind his hair. How messed up do you have to be if such a compliment made you feel as hurt as if you’d been insulted? He had to hide behind his hair to look anything like a normal person. “No, I’m not,” he admitted. She would be able to tell what he was feeling anyways. To avoid having to say more Locke jabbed a fork into his second diner and tried to make the bite last as long as possible.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jun 5, 2010 21:30:15 GMT -6
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Locke couldn’t “see” like he usually did. The usual vibrations that he picked up on and served as a way to visualize things on the left side had been dulled down, leaving him with only the slightest notion that someone had slumped down near him. Things were fuzzy, and he was unable to tell if it was because his real vision was still blurred or if it was just the decreased volume coming to him. In any case Locke was grateful for it. He didn’t even want to think about how many people had been attacked, let alone how many Saph had decided to off. Even worse was the thought that he might have badly injured someone with Fluffy.
He tried to get his body up and off the floor but Locke felt strangly heavy. Perhaps his body had turned into the marble that he’d been working with. His mouth was certainly stone dry. Everything had just been drained out of his body and it took tremendous effort to turn his aching head to actually look at who was near him. Oh good, it’s him,[/i] Locke thought when his eye could focus on Saph. The man looked incredibly distressed, which Locke found in a strange way comforting. It meant that Saph had not become a heartless killing machine, not exactly the type of person you want to be defenseless around. “Earthwalker?” he croaked, surprised that, one, the word got out of his mouth, and two, that a puff of dust didn’t come out from his lips.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jun 1, 2010 20:03:23 GMT -6
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Just like Kealey, Locke’s attention was drawn to the TV. That was the way that all disasters or bad events are, they draw your attention in and glue you to your spot so that you simply must bear witness. Locke gave a low whistle, both fascinated and upset about the fire. He was unfamiliar with the area that was on the news, nor did he know who was there. Still the teenager was not cold-hearted and the misfortune of others did in the very least feel sympathy for those involved.
”It’s not just you,” Locke told her, pulling down the chili pepper down from the spice rack. Once he had gone to what was supposedly an African cuisine restaurant which served the strangest things. A chicken sandwich was two pieces of bread and a separate piece of chicken, as if the chef had been to lazy to bother making the most simplistic meal, a sandwich, and for some reason the mac and cheese was spicier than a burrito. “It’s almost everyone. And I know about the confidence thing. They start drilling that into your mind when you’re still being babysat by the TV. The execution is harder than you think.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on Jun 1, 2010 12:56:52 GMT -6
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There had been a brief moment in which Locke thought that perhaps his younger brother had found what looked like a cool and funny bug and wanted to share it with him. After all the kid was still young enough that he wanted to show off what he found. Locke wasn’t even sure if there was such a centipede anywhere in San Francisco except for possibly the zoo. Most people don’t think about bugs unless there is an infestation. Which is why the teen was wondering where the closest can of Raid was.
Though bug spray wouldn’t do much against snakes, which was what Locke assumed was making the hissing noise. He couldn’t think of any other animal that would make such a noise. Ok, so cat will hiss on occasion, but even a boxoholic cat will leap out after being shipped, if it had lived through the process. ”C’mon… drop already,” he told the centipede, shuffling his mind slowly beneath the carpet and to the concrete floor. Who needs Raid or a fly swatter when you have Fluffy?
Posted by Locke N. Tori on May 28, 2010 20:13:28 GMT -6
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So after a week of opening for my store I thought I'd get a little bit of break time, but nope. I'm working the holiday weekend, so I'm not going to be able to post for the next 3-4 days. This concerns Locke
Posted by Locke N. Tori on May 21, 2010 12:04:35 GMT -6
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Locke didn't notice at first the moving packing peanuts. After all he kept moving the box about to get things from different angles, and he wasn't entirely focused on what his hands were doing. Jigsaw was a lot more interesting to the teen than finding out what his step mother thought was critical for him to have. He was getting distracted, and he was aware of it. Locke sighed and got up to pause the video, telling himself he wasn't going to watch it until he had at least found that stupid letter.
"It's breeding," Locke commented, slightly amused at the sight of the packing peanuts. Of course he wasn't talking about how the peanuts had suddenly turned into tribbles and were slowly expanding their empire, but rather how the task before him seemed to be growing larger before his eyes. That was the way things happen whenever you have a difficult or unpleasant task set before you. As Locke continued to stare into the box he gradually noticed that the peanuts were indeed, well, breeding. "What the?" he uttered, stepping closer.
One hand reached into the box, but Locke pulled it away quickly as a centipede made its presence known. He had heard how tarantulas get into crates of bananas, and somewhere along the line he had heard that centipedes were venomous. Whether or not that was true, and if it was true whether that was also true for humans Locke didn't know. Nor did he know what do do about the bugger or his box. The peanuts were still moving, which meant that there was something more in there, and at least one thing was alive. Just his luck. He was sent something that gave birth. It sucked that he couldn't even 'see' what was in there. Packing peanuts were just not something he was in tune with.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on May 20, 2010 12:21:25 GMT -6
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He didn't mean to hit Saph, really. As insane and reckless as the guy was, Locke wouldn't wish him harm. A lesson in being patient and planning yes, but not for Saph to get a beat down from the marble man that Locke had made himself. Even if he were to attack Saph with Fluffy he would have aimed for the right side, so at least he would be giving the guy something to work with. Not that Locke was even sure what side he was attacking on the guy. The details of what he was doing were becoming lost as he started loosing his focus.
So it was a good thing when Saph made Fluffy explode. Not only because it meant that Locke wasn’t going to hurt him, but also because it was taking a toll on Locke. Ever since he made the second he had been shaking violently, as if the vibrations he was altering to give the marble shape and movement were actually running through him. It’s hard to think of something like a rock moving and shaking, but it did. Just not in a way that you could see or notice. Not unless you were Locke. His shirt was soaked through with sweat from the exertion, high physical, and mental strain. When the golem exploded Locke’s eyes flew open to a world of one solid blur. Lights flashed in his only good eye and he fell over, hitting his head hard.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on May 15, 2010 21:46:44 GMT -6
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Fluffy was confused, which was to say that Locke was confused. Yes he could "see" a greater distance with the golem. If nothing else he had a good idea where people were standing in a room that he was unable to look into at the moment. But when he had formed the golem he had been directionally confused. Somehow he had been able to get the thing in the room. 'there was a satisfying thunk as the fist he had made the golem swing made contact. Now he just had to find someone else to knock out so that Saph would be appeased and the two could get the hell out of here.
But suddenly Saph wasn't beside him. Locke would have cursed it if he could be bothered to loose his focus. He hadn't become familiar yet with the insane man's weight distribution so when Saph entered the room that Fluffy was in, Locke had no idea where he was. The golem, at his command reached out and smacked another person. On the upside it was one of the bad guys. On the downside it was now heading for Saph.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on May 14, 2010 21:11:28 GMT -6
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The silence had been comforting. It also made the kitchen feel more like home than San Francisco had in a long time. You have to be heartless not to get the warm fuzzies in a kitchen when a comfort food such as mac and cheese. Memories, mostly pleasant ones, flooded Locke and brought about a great peace. If there was a higher power, then church should be held in a kitchen. He was caught off guard when Kealey laughed, let alone started to talk. Locke put down the cheese grater that he had finally managed to find and the cheese as well. Here was the usual comment about him needing to have more confidence.
The mood was slightly spoiled by this, but it was not as if Locke had been unprepared to hear it. He knew he lacked confidence already. It was just one of the many issues that psychologists had brought up with him. It’s easy to say such things, but not so much to do so. ”I know.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on May 14, 2010 10:29:28 GMT -6
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Funny how Saph said that his mutation would feel like a second skin. The guy didn’t know that Locke was in the golem, so as inexperienced as he was, the golem was already a sort of second skin. He gave the adult a nervous smile. Neither one was one hundred percent ready to charge in. Locke knew why he didn’t want to barge into a room with guns waiting for him. It was dangerous and stupid. Even more so with him being so off balanced. Which made him more than glad that Saph actually thought of what to do next.
“I can try,” Locke told Saph, “Don’t know how good it will turn out. That was my biggest one yet and the hardest to move.” Locke crouched down, placing his hands onto the ground. More contact, more ease of making the golem. The floor started to crack as the softest bits of marble made their way towards Locke. Golems always started with the hand, pulling the rest of the body up. It got stuck for a moment, forcing Locke to put more into it. Already his face had become vacant, and his body trembled as he got the rest of the golem up. It was smaller than the earlier one, and just as thin. The point though was to distract though.
And as the golem lurched its way into the room, Locke staying low and scooching towards the doorway. He still wasn’t sure how far away the golem could go before it simply fell apart. As Saph predicted and as had happened earlier, gun fire went for the one thing that it couldn’t kill. Ok, where’s someone?[/i] Locke “looked” around the room, sending the golem to the closest person. He wasn’t going to do the same thing he had in the hall, but getting back-handed by a marble fist probably would knock anyone out.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on May 11, 2010 10:37:15 GMT -6
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"Yeah, that's not all I do though. I can tell where things are. It's like.. seeing the underside of a trampoline. I know someone is there, but I can't see them," Locke explained, "That much I've been doing for almost five years. The people things are newish, less than a year." At least that was how long he'd been making them. Certainly the dirt had been clinging to him longer than that, but he had not tried anything until the strain at home nearly drove him mad.
There were people up ahead, but it seemed rather pointless to point that out to Saph, seeing as whoever they were sneaking up on had no intention of keeping quiet. Geeze they were almost as lacking in the common sense department as the man beside him. Locke wanted to roll his eyes, but doing so would probably be as bad an idea as the head shaking. On the upside without socks and shoes on he felt more rooted, more like himself. "Please tell me you're going to think before launching us in there." Saph told him that he was going to try and make sure they both got out of there alive. "You got to be kidding. I've been hanging around to make sure you don't get offed."
Posted by Locke N. Tori on May 8, 2010 23:56:42 GMT -6
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“Just as long as they don’t do it to much I guess it’s ok,” Locke said in response to the whole McDonalds thing. Generally speaking he tried to eat healthy, but Locke could not deny the taste of fast food. He was a sucker for Taco Bell, and that couldn’t be good.
Locke squirmed when Kealey said she didn’t understand why she was so unsettling for him. It wasn’t just her. He had problems with interacting with strangers in general. “I’m just a total dweeb around people.” he offered as an explanation. Sadly it was a good summery.
Posted by Locke N. Tori on May 8, 2010 20:51:00 GMT -6
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Ohmanohmanohmanohman[/i] Locke thought frantically. Hearing that she was an empathy was a bit like having someone tell a little kid not to cry, it just made the situation all that much worse. He had no idea how much she had sensed before hand, but he knew that there had to be some stuff he didn’t want her to know he felt. Of course this bit of knowledge was making things all the worse. ”I’nnm…uh…”
Locke shifted his weight, glancing back and forth from Kealey to his pot. ”I think people just say that. I know my brother and sister would rather have McDonalds than a grilled burger.” He already knew that he was going to have to think out what he was going to say and do, but to now have to think about his emotions? Even his dad couldn’t really get him to think or express his emotions. Most of the time they were locked so far away and so tangled up upon themselves that Locke hardly noticed if he wasn’t happy when he was suppose to be, or that he was really angry about something. He pulled a drawer open, looking absentmindedly at the contents for a cheese grater. “Makes it sound like our country is less screwed up.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on May 8, 2010 20:29:25 GMT -6
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Locke nodded his head at Saph, realizing that it was a major mistake. Usually this disorientation went by quick enough that he could deal with it. Then again he usually didn’t work with something so hard, at such height, and for such a length of time. He stumbled away from the wall and started following Saph, not because he approved of the violence or the idea of killing anybody, but because he was still convinced the fool was going to get himself killed. That and at this point he was completely turned around and had no clue where he came in from.
Saph was prepping himself before entering the room, and Locke wished there was something that he could do to do so. Right then he wanted something to drink, that way he could clear his mind. About the only thing he could think to prepare himself was to get more contact with the ground. Hopping behind Saph Locke started untying his hightops and peeling his socks off. Rough ground never really bothered him. “Don’t do anything stupid… more than you have so far.”
Posted by Locke N. Tori on May 8, 2010 19:25:54 GMT -6
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The level of awkwardness in Locke went shooting through the roof, like a rocket finally cleared for launch when Kealey reached across and almost touched his hand. He didn’t really do well with the touching thing, let alone someone that he thought was hot. Ok, so she was older, like Ms. Csendes, but Maya had been a comrade in the darkness, and then there was the whole incident with the Danger Room. Still, an older woman doesn’t make all that much a difference if you’re sixteen.
Thankfully she asked him a question that had nothing to do with attraction. Talking with Tarin, and therefore talking with his dad, had helped a little bit with the pain that still ran very deep in Locke. It was still there and for a moment he was reminded of it. A flash of that dull ache, and then the carefully constructed apathy used to handle some of the common conversations that had something to do with his father. “My mom’s not a part of my life, she hasn’t been for years, so my dad taught me some basic survival skills. Cooking, laundry, sewing. After he re-married I just sort of took over the meals with my little brother and sister.”
