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 Mar 12, 2010 22:56:26 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
What's a mutant? What's a mutant school? Why are they controlling giant monsters? These thoughts and more ran through her mind as Raina spoke.
She heard something about mutants earlier that day, from another eavesdropped conversation: two men had been discussing the news over their coffee that morning, mostly about how the mutants were causing trouble in some place called "Romania." From what she heard, those mutants didn't sound like nice people, but she didn't think that she had to worry about running into them here in New York.
That is, until she heard that they controlled giant monsters here. Suspicious of this new threat which she hardly understood, she scrutinized Raina for a few moments. Is she a mutant? Should I be afraid?
All in all, this was proving to be an interesting conversation, even if this "Kai" person was a bad storyteller. Breeze was already glad that she had decided to listen in on it.
Her thoughts were interrupted by tiny panting noises and the rustling of grass, both heralding the approach of an overly friendly stray puppy. Happiness painted all over the creature's face, it ran straight for Breeze and decided to start sniffing and licking every inch of the girl. Including her face and mouth. Yuck. She tried to push the furball away, letting out a loud "eeeew!" and dropping her precious glazed pastry in the process.
Raina managed to wrestle the dog away from the girl, at which point Breeze became preoccupied with the fact that her doughnut ownership had just been cut tragically short. "That dog made me drop my doughnut..." she murmured, mourning her own terrible loss. Only moments before she had been savoring its sugary deliciousness; now she only had the painfully visible, contaminated shadow of a doughnut to stare at. Woe! Sorrow! She almost cried, but managed to hold it back. Barely.
Meanwhile, the two adults seemed to be enjoying themselves with the puppy. Or at least Raina was; Breeze could read little from Kai's expression as the dog thoroughly sampled the taste of the young man's face.
Suddenly, the woman turned to face the girl: "Now, young lady, what are you doing out here all on your own?"
Breeze gave the woman a deer-in-the-headlights look. "I dunno," she responded dumbly. It was technically a true statement, though. She had no idea why she had decided to go to Manhattan last night, nor why she felt the need to stay now. She still remembered very little of anything.
...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 Mar 11, 2010 21:53:36 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
What was all right, again? Oh, that's right, I just drooled on her. Eew. “Sorry,” Breeze repeated dumbly as they walked onwards, Jess nearly carrying her along the way.
What had earlier been wonderful about this city was now becoming annoying as Breeze gave in to her tiredness more. Those bright lights which had once been so dazzling to Breeze were now making her eyes sore; she closed them and relied on Jess for guidance.
Noises, such as those made by certain street performers, made her head hurt. If only she could close her ears, too.
On top of all of this, her legs felt extremely tired. For how long had she been standing? How far had they walked? “We should sit down for a bit,” Breeze yawned out.
...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 Mar 10, 2010 22:36:21 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
I'm moving. Chaos!
I'm not 100% sure about what this will mean for my MRO time, but it certainly ate up this particular evening, and will likely lay claim to most of them until sometime next week. It will also lay claim to my sanity.
I might get a break from the insanity over the weekend, depending on whether or not the wind is blowing in the right direction at the right time.
Good luck in all of your endeavors, everyone.
...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 Mar 9, 2010 21:56:04 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
The two girls stayed that way for quite some time.
The hug was nice... and warm...
The other sidewalk dwellers looked blurry as they whooshed before Breeze's eyes.
No, they were blurry and whooshy. The people here were too blurry and whooshy and bright to to look at. Couldn't they stop doing that? It made the girl want to just close her eyes...
Dark. That's better. Those people could just be blurry and whooshy somewhere else.
Those people were being blurry and whooshy somewhere else. They were fish in the ocean or something. Good riddance. She hoped that they'd get eaten by a giant clam and stop annoying all the other fish.
A breeze went through the air and moved everyone's clothes and hair a bit. But that can't be right. She was Breeze, and she was right there. She was on the ground, she couldn't be in the air like that. Were there two Breezes? Why is the other me moving people's hair like that? That's weird. Other me is weird. She should stop playing with people's hair because that's a stupid thing to do. She should stop being so stupid. She probably doesn't even know what a pirate is. Why is my face wet? Am I in one of the seven seas?
There was cloth on her face. It was wet. Everything is groggy and confuzzled. Where was she?
She had fallen asleep for a moment in her hug with Jess. There was drool on her face. On Jess's shoulder, too. She half-broke from the embrace and tried to use one of her overly-long jacket-sleeves to wipe it off. “S... sorry” she slurred as she did so, barely half awake.
...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 Mar 8, 2010 20:53:25 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Another pause, and once again Jess was staring off into the distance.
Breeze's eyes widened as a fit of panic overrode her tiredness. She knew that she shouldn't have said that. Her grip tightened on Jess's hand. There was nothing more scary to the nine-year old right now than the thought of losing her newly acquired friend, and whatever was happening to Jess right now, Breeze feared that it could separate them.
She held her breath until Jess finally snapped out of it. “Let's not talk about it. I'll definitely find you a better place. Definitely.”
Breeze brought her companion into a hug as she said this. “I'm sorry,” she blurted “I won't, not ever again. I promise!”
...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 Mar 7, 2010 17:18:09 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
"Mars, care to drive a hummer?"
When Kaitlyn saw the hulking red man approach, she gasped in surprise. Red giants were not an everyday sight. She felt that she wasn't too far off when the name "Mars" made her think about the planet. Mars was big and red, and so was this guy. Maybe that's why he got the name.
Stranger still was what the man was carrying. One arm held candy, the other a girl who looked a foot taller than Kaitlyn. It was a questionable scene at best. Before Kaitlyn could ponder on it, however, a large truck rolled onto its wheels and un-dented itself right before her eyes with just a wave of Lori's hand.
Did Lori do that?
She sensed that there was an odd similarity between this and what Kaitlyn had done minutes earlier, but she had little time to think about just what this similarity was. Now, Lori was pulling her towards the newly fixed car, and Kaitlyn followed willingly, still quite interested in getting away from the ever-approaching sirens.
With Kaitlyn now in the car, the girl whom Mars was carrying got dumped into the seat next to her, her lap full of candy.
“ You girls share that stuff while I get us a little bit further away, sorry for being a bit pushy but it does no one any good being questioned by police.”
Kaitlyn noticed that the other girl, who looked about ten years older, was staring at her, deep in thought. The red-head smiled back and waved: "Hi, I'm Kaitlyn."
...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 Mar 6, 2010 22:38:26 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Breeze began to walk with Jess again, but she was aware that something was not quite right with her companion.
But what? What could make somebody react so strangely in response to that sort of question? Breeze could guess that it probably had something to do with Jess's home situation. Maybe she was homeless, or maybe she just didn't want to go back home, or maybe there was something else going on that she couldn't even hope to guess at. Whatever the reason, Breeze now felt a sort of kinship with Jess; neither one had an actual home at
Breeze tried to return to the topic, "So, why isn't your home a good place to stay?" Right after asking this, she regretted it. It had just occurred to her that Jess wanted to avoid talking about it.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Mar 6, 2010 19:20:29 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Breeze thought that her question was simple enough. Why, then, was her new friend confused? Why did she stop? Why was she just staring off into the distance like that?
One second, Jess was entirely cheerful and enthusiastic; now, she was oblivious to everything. The two stood still in what seemed to be an endless river of people.
She studied the other girl worriedly, trying and failing to think up a reasonable explanation for this behavior. The better half of a minute passed before she finally thought to ask, "Jess, are you okay?"
...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 Mar 2, 2010 22:38:50 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Breeze followed Jess passively, enjoying every minute of it. She not only had a friend, but two were also exploring an amazing, unfamiliar land together.
Manhattan at night was so dazzling from the girl's perspective that she might as well have been in some romanticized foreign land, as opposed to several miles from where she began. Everywhere -- Lights! Sounds! And even though it was late, the streets remained thronged with people. Here and there were street performers, doing everything from making music to performing grandiose magical feats, all adding to the effect that the scenery already had on her.
Exciting though it was, the two had to be careful to avoid running into the other sidewalk dwellers, most of which fully grown and twice their size. It didn't help that these adults seemed almost entirely oblivious to the two children.
Amidst this adventure, an idea popped into Breeze's head. "You know, maybe I could sleep over where you live," she said. Everybody has to live somewhere, she thought. Jess should be no exception to this rule.
...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 Feb 28, 2010 23:47:12 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
Breeze walked through the park, still upset. Not only had Jess left abruptly, but it was getting on her nerves more and more that she couldn't remember anything about herself before last night. That dead man was the first thing in her memory, along with the fear that she had... killed him? She shuddered as the memory crossed through her head, but she tried to tell herself that it was a silly idea. He got thrown into the wall she thought, and he's way bigger than I am. I couldn't have done it.
She was now wearing his jacket and had his wallet in her pocket. In hindsight, it was weird for her to have taken them, but they had both come in handy later on. Especially the wallet, Breeze thought, taking a napkin-wrapped doughnut out of her pocket. She had gotten two of them from some bakery earlier in the day and had eaten the other one right there. Breeze was hungry; she literally could not remember the last time that she had a proper meal.
The girl looked like a vagabond; the man's jacket was much too large for her and already dirty and even torn from a nap she had taken earlier that day in an alley. She struggled to remember something as she continued to walk and eat, but her train of thought was interrupted by a scream. Looking up from her doughnut, she saw a woman lying in the snow, apparently startled by the presence of a teenage boy.
Breeze stopped and listened to their conversation for a second. She gathered that they were called Kai and Raina, and when Kai began to talk about a clay monster, Breeze decided that she would sit next to them on the bench and eavesdrop.
She was disappointed, however, that the boy's tale was so short and bereft of details; she had barely sat on the bench before it was over. Still, her legs were tired. She tried not to draw attention to herself as she sat next to the two, but she looked so cautious in doing so that it made her conspicuous.
...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 Feb 28, 2010 21:26:13 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
"It's... nice" she replied, struck by the strangeness of her new name.
Breeze. That was her name, now. "Breeze." she said to herself aloud. She was getting progressively more used to the idea as she thought about it more. The girl nodded, as if agreeing with the idea. "I like it."
Breeze smiled at Jess. It was nice to have a name, and to have a friend. Almost everything else that she recalled about her evening had been dreadful, but this somehow made it better; In fact, Breeze had almost forgotten about it all by now, anyway. She then began to yawn, not thinking to cover her mouth, as she stopped walking to lean against the wall of a nearby building. Her eyes closed, and she had difficulty opening them again. How late was it? One, two in the morning?
"...I'm tired." she said almost unwillingly, as if she was bearing terrible news. She liked being with her newly acquired friend, but most things are better enjoyed while conscious.
...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 Feb 28, 2010 0:37:05 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
"I'm not really sure. But does it matter? If I wasn't out here, I wouldn't have made a new friend. So it all works out!"
Friend. A feeling of bliss moved the nameless child's lips into an expression of happiness. The girl felt like something amazing had just fallen out of the sky and landed right in front of her. She had vague wisps of memories which told her that "friendship" was something wonderful, but something which she had never truly experienced before; she didn't fully understand it, but it was nevertheless fulfilling to become a part of it.
She was friends with Jess. Jess and she were friends. This new concept permeated her thoughts as they continued down the brightly lit streets.
A man sitting at a bench looked up from his book at the two children, then at his watch. Zero one-hundred, military time. Kids shouldn't be running around alone at this time of day. He looked at his cellphone, some part of his mind nagging at him to do something about this situation. But what? He looked blankly at the two kids for a few seconds, then shrugged. Maybe he should be doing something, but really, who cares? This was somebody else's problem, not his. He returned to his reading without a second thought.
Meanwhile, the nameless child became acutely aware of her namelessness once again. It hadn't bothered her earlier, but she didn't have a friend earlier. Do you have to have a name to be friends with other people? Maybe.
She looked over at her newly acquired friend with the same blissful smile. "Jess," she said, "Should I have a name now?"
...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 Feb 23, 2010 21:55:06 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
"Nope! It's lovely weather out, don't you think?"
The nameless girl involuntarily raised an eyebrow. "Lovely," she echoed half-questioningly, soon able to see the very breath she used to utter her reply. Their embrace broke for a brief moment as the red-head, now even more aware of the cold, withdrew her arms from her sleeves in an attempt to keep them warmer.
As they finished crossing the bridge into Manhattan, she began to remember that it isn't normal to see other kids her age outside at this time of day. "What are you doing out here this late, anyway?"
...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 Feb 22, 2010 21:45:16 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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13
Jul 17, 2017 23:56:20 GMT -6
"I didn't see you do anything wrong," the woman said, continuing to hold Kaitlyn's hand, "And there's no reason to be scared now, most of the cars around here are on their sides."
Her words had a calming effect on the girl; crying was reduced to the occasional sniff. Kaitlyn wiped her tears away with her free hand, slowly becoming more aware of the chaos around her.
Shattered glass littered every inch of sidewalk. People everywhere began to talk frantically, some crying for help, some talking on cellphones, some doing their best to help the injured. Amid the confusion, a small group of people were trying to help the man with the snapped back, who had since been laid down flat on the ground. One of them had removed the poor guy's shoe and was now poking his big toe with a large shard of glass, drawing blood, yet eliciting no reaction at all. Each person had a worried look on his or her face.
Not everyone fell into the categories of injured and helpful; some stood about and looked dumbly at the spectacle, while others simply walked or ran away from the scene for one reason or another.
Kaitlyn began to grasp the woman's hand tighter. "Have you met my friend Mars?"
Kaitlyn shook her head, the name evoking images of a red planet in her head. "He's really nice, promise," continued the woman, gesturing for somebody who wasn't there, "And... shy."
Sighing, she offered Kaitlyn a tissue. "My name's Lori. What's yours?"
"Kaitlyn," the girl replied simply, blowing her nose.
A siren rang out from somewhere in the distance; the kind that comes from ambulances, police cars, and fire trucks. The very sound of it put the child in a state of visible unease, though she didn't know why. What Kaitlyn did know, however, was that she didn't want to be around when policemen came over.
Kaitlyn's grip on the woman's hand loosened. "I don't think I should be here" she said worriedly.
