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 Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 28, 2013 0:59:27 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
“…I wasn’t actually scared,” Kaitlyn said, agitated. “I was just telling you how I was trying to act.”
A few moments later, she leaned in and spoke more softly: “Do people actually leave their wallets sticking out of their back pockets like that?” Kaitlyn knew from experience that she sucked at picking pockets, but even she might have had a chance at that wallet. It was practically asking to get stolen.
“Is it cool if I follow you a bit more? Maybe they’ll think we’re cousins or something.” She was clearly running around by herself back there; cops would be looking for an unsupervised kid, if they went looking.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 27, 2013 22:18:41 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
At a different time, Kaitlyn might have thought coffee golf was hilarious. As it was, Kaitlyn was too busy trying not to look at the cop car.
“My shoulders are too tense?” The girl slumped dramatically. “Is this better? Shoulders relaxed enough?” Once she felt like she had made her point about how silly of a criticism that was, she resumed walking normally, only more naturally this time, without her shoulders being so tense.
“Besides, I’m not guilty, I’m scared. A guy I don’t know just tried to grab me. Plus, stuff was exploding around me for no reason. Scary stuff, you know.” Kaitlyn didn’t sound particularly scared.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 27, 2013 21:51:19 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn had just taken her shirt off when she heard someone’s voice. A man’s voice. In the room with her, just when she thought she was alone.
WHOOMPH! A gust of air flew through Kaitlyn’s room. She tripped over herself trying to pick her discarded shirt up off the floor, then used it to cover her chest as she sat up and scanned the room.
“Who was that?” She answered her own question half a second later. She couldn’t see anyone else, but she recognized the voice. “Shade? I thought you were in jail.”
The only light coming into the room came from the bathroom. If he showed up a minute later, she would have been in the shower. "You coulda knocked."
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 27, 2013 21:03:12 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
“I’m trying to hide in the crowd. You aren’t helping.” For someone who wanted to act like she understood Kaitlyn’s situation, she wasn’t being very discreet. Or very understanding and accepting of the fact that Kaitlyn could completely lose control of her powers.
“What the hell is coffee golf?”
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 27, 2013 19:57:52 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn looked straight ahead. She didn’t acknowledge anything that was going on behind her; that would draw attention to her, or give someone behind her a good look at her face.
“I didn’t do anything. Your power set mine off and it made another explosion. They’re blaming me for the whole thing 'cause they don’t know any better. By the way: I can blow stuff up, and you didn’t answer my question.”
The implication here was that Kaitlyn could blow her up, and she would like an answer to that simple question.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 27, 2013 18:17:16 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn decided to confront her. She walked next to the blonde and started talking.
“So! Was that green explodey thing some kinda accident? Or did you just wanna take a crap on someone’s day?”
Speaking of having a crappy day, she pulled her hood up over her head. That might make her harder to pick out of a crowd. Maybe. Possibly. It was worth a try.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 27, 2013 16:03:04 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
This side of the street was even worse. Which was funny, because none of these injuries were her fault. Not ‘ha ha’ funny, but more of a ‘isn’t that kind of ironic please don’t kill me’ kind of funny.
She tried to walk away like nothing happened. Or at least like everything that happened was somebody else’s problem, and she didn’t care. Standard New York City apathy, you know. For a split second, she noticed a blonde woman jumping between rooftops. Was that the person who started this whole mess?
Kaitlyn didn’t have a lot of time to think about that. A large hand clamped down on her shoulder. “Where do you –“
She drove her elbow into his groin, then tried to pull away, just like Lenna taught her. The stranger held on. So she grabbed his wrist and screamed. “Let go!” Her shouting masked the nasty sound that the bones in a human hand make when they crack. Hopefully, nobody else would realize that she had done anything supernatural to his hand until she was long gone. And she would be long gone soon, with how she was dodging and weaving through all the foot traffic as she made her escape.
Kaitlyn looked back to see if anyone was following her, meaning she didn’t see the blond woman standing right in front of her. She started looking forward again just in time to get a face full of boob.
“Sorry!” She was about to keep running, but she stopped. This was the woman from the roof! Kaitlyn just sort of stood there for a moment, staring at her with a dumb look on her face.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 27, 2013 2:02:03 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
The first explosion was echoed by a second one across the street, less than a second later.
Kaitlyn had seen the green… whatever-the-hell-it-was, before it blew up in those people’s faces. She also noticed someone throwing it off the roof.
Not wanting to be the only one on her side of the street still standing, she hit the ground. Don’t mind me, I’m just some kid. Granted, it was a little bit later than everyone else; anyone watching her would have noticed that she fell over on purpose.
One of the women near the first blast was really old. She must have fallen over and broken something, judging by all that wailing. Someone was calling 911. Some other people were giving Kaitlyn the stink eye, like all of this was her fault. She got to her feet and cast a meaningful look at the rooftop across the street. Didn’t they see the green whatever-it-was get thrown off there? It wasn’t her fault! Honest!
Not like that would matter to anyone. One of the members of her newly-formed fan club muttered to the guy calling 911. He joined them in giving Kaitlyn the stink eye. When she turned around, she realized that her fan club had an even greater following on her side of the street. She decided to take her chances on the other side and ran across, barely avoiding several cars along the way.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 24, 2013 2:16:32 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn shrugged. “Gabriel was using his mutation to give people seizures. They lasted just a coupla seconds, but they’d still make you fall over and hurt yourself. So he was already hurting people. I just wanted him to stop.”
Admittedly, he was a lot worse than most of her other victims.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 23, 2013 3:49:44 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Multicolored Christmas lights bathed the Mansion’s halls in a mixture of faint, festive colors. Wreaths and ornaments hung from every conceivable hanging-place. Can you imagine a sight more hideous than that?
Kaitlyn hated Christmas. It was that special time of year when everyone got gifts for everyone they loved. Kaitlyn used to hate it because nobody ever gave her any gifts, because nobody loved her. Not even Santa. At the Sanctuary, she learned that Santa was fake. She also had people who cared about her there, and some of them even gave her things on Christmas. But it was too late. No matter what they did, the holiday season continued to make her feel terrible.
Now, several years after running away from home, Kaitlyn was still determined to feel terrible about Christmas. This wouldn’t stop her from making a token effort at taking part in it.
Victoria’s singing drew her there. Kaitlyn had been searching for her. The little box in Kaitlyn’s hands could also be described as a lumpy ball of slightly crumpled red wrapping paper. She wasn’t exactly a master in the art of wrapping gifts, but she hadn’t been about to ask anyone else for help, either.
Soon, Kaitlyn stood several paces behind Victoria as she played her song. She didn’t want to interrupt Victoria’s singing – she liked Victoria’s singing, loved the sound of her voice in her native language. But Kaitlyn hated this place. She felt like the room itself was assaulting her, forcing visions of Christmases past upon her mind to torment her. She wanted to scream, to blow something up, to obliterate every last scrap of evidence that anyone had ever even heard of such of thing as ‘Christmas.’ She wanted to give her gift to Victoria and be done with it, so she could find somewhere without all these awful decorations and stay there.
But if she didn’t wait, she might interrupt Victoria’s performance, or worse, walk out on her! What kind of message would that send to her beloved? Not a good one, certainly.
So Kaitlyn stood. And she waited. And she was miserable.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Kaitlyn held a roll of faded black cloth in her hand. While the boy was occupied with the door, she walked towards him as quietly as possible, curious about how close she could get before he noticed her.
She was now within arm’s reach, and he still wasn’t paying attention. She cleared her throat.
“Excuse me, young man,” she restrained herself from smirking, “Are you trying to pick the lock to that door with a clothes hanger?” She raised an eyebrow at his makeshift lockpicking kit. And his… well, calling it ‘technique’ might be a stretch.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 17, 2013 21:58:50 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
“Prolly not,” Kaitlyn said. “Dude threw a guy out the window.” It was silly of her to think that they were in any real danger back there.
As she put away the computer, she noticed the way Sylar held himself, hiding his face behind his hood. “You’re so shy.” She giggled. He was almost cute.
It almost made her forget that he might be interested in killing and eating her. Her smile faded awkwardly.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 17, 2013 15:56:48 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
“Nothing bothered me.” Not that she would admit it if it did. Especially if it was the death of a guy whose life she planned on ruining anyway.
Then something else occurred to her: “Except… he coulda killed them when they were watching TV. But he stopped the game to get their attention. They all had guns and he didn’t even care.” Kaitlyn shivered. “He was just playing with them.” The killer would have to be a very powerful – and very twisted – kind of mutant to behave like that.
Hopefully, he was the right kind of twisted – the kind that didn’t care whether anyone noticed him killing someone. Again, he threw a guy out the freakin’ window. People notice things like that. He probably wasn’t professional enough to tie up a few loose ends like Sylar and Kaitlyn, even if he had the ability to follow them.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Dec 16, 2013 23:51:32 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
866
13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Kaitlyn flipped her laptop open, tapped away at her keyboard. “It’s not this dangerous most of the time,” she grumbled.
Tap, tap, tap. “I’m gonna listen to the last part of the recording. Might let us know if we have to worry about any weird mutant stuff.”
The last minute of the recording contained a lot of shouting in Spanish over an announcer who also spoke in Spanish. Kaitlyn couldn’t determine the language of the mixed shouting of the audience on the television, but she assumed that it was also in Spanish.
Twenty seconds in, all of those noises stopped, replaced by a high-pitched whining. A baritone voice spoke in English. “Madrid loses by two.” The rustling sounds of men turning around in their seats, metallic clicks of pistols being drawn and their safeties switched off. “Forgive me,” the man continued, “I may be about to kill you, but I wouldn’t wish that game on my worst enemies.”
Gunfire flooded the laptop’s speakers. It ended just as quickly. Kaitlyn could hear some unhealthy crackling sounds in the background. The sound of the television resumed, this time at a much higher volume. A crash (probably the window shattering), followed by static.
Kaitlyn swallowed. She had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. That was the last minute of those men’s lives. Hearing it bothered her a lot more than she had expected.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
