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
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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.
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Posted by wavelength on Apr 10, 2021 20:29:05 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
The old young man nodded at her self awareness. "Well, that's part of it... but a bigger part of the problem is that you would have to in the first place." He didn't expound any further on those thoughts. It hardly mattered at this stage of things.
He stared at her incredulously as she suggested that modern cars just... did that on their own. "There are... some cars that can parallel park themselves? Luxury vehicles for the most part." That got her nervous. As for how she did, well, that was up to her. He waited for his number to be called.
~~~
It wasn't difficult to transfer the car back. A little suggestion when a long way when it came to getting approval even though the party wasn't there to be transferred to. Why would someone give someone something without their knowledge, right?
He was walking out with her title when he saw her already standing there with her phone. She explained, and he let out an exasperated sigh. "You told them? Just tell them you are a minor and you have no ID- you know what, it's fine. You get the idea. Now come with me. We need to transfer the title back to me."
He handed her the title to her new car, and stood in the line to get into the line again. By now, it was creeping toward the afternoon. Someone had fallen asleep in a seat in the corner. The waiting room was set up like a theater displaying the most monotonous play ever. Rows sat facing the front desk where people worked away on all sorts of paperwork and computers.
No seats were open. He found some standing room and gave the stink eye to a man that perked up and waved to her when she walked in.
Posted by wavelength on Apr 10, 2021 17:12:02 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
"If it's unfair, it's unfair for everyone. At least, that's how it's supposed to be. Certain people get to avoid all of that, though, while the other 99 percent toils. That is the reality of the world... At least right now."
He listened to her thoughts as she tried to find a solution. It felt like a kid trying to do the same. She was only thinking about the DMV, when the problem was so, so much greater than that. She started pouting as she realized even the DMV part wasn't solvable by her resources alone. He nodeed.
"It's... It's not your fault. You're just the product your environment creates. Again, that's just not how it works for normal people. That's what we are going to make right, okay?" That was the idea, anyway... Someone with her resources... Her heart. If they knew it... Really knew the struggle, deeply within their heart. She could make such a difference in the world. All he had to do what teach her.
He was snapped from his thoughts when she asked. "Well... there are things on the driver's test that you don't always run into every day. Backing around a corner, parallel parking, questions about stopping for school buses on different types of roads. All sorts of things. You have to demonstrate that knowledge, and you are graded. If you pass, you can drive on the roads."
The line to get a number and get in line was long, but relatively fast moving. "We can get your written test done today. I'll pull a ticket for the title, so you'll be on your own."
Finally, they made it to the front, to a small machine with a touch screen, he pressed a few buttons, and a ticket was spat out. He then stepped to the side, and invited her to grab her own.
Posted by wavelength on Apr 10, 2021 16:02:43 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
He found it... so odd, that she seemed to thoroughly enjoy people calling her on her bullshit. It wasn't the typical wanting someone for their indifference or hard to get-ness, either. It was because she honestly seemed to dislike how people treated her on a regular basis. Nicely.
He admitted to himself that he would also likely feel the same, if most of the people you ever interacted with were always swinging with kid gloves. "Well, I'm sure we can arrange something. For now, the DMV."
Their location was a rare split locale, both DOL and DMV in one. That meant the wait was even longer! She freaked out for a second as he mentioned this process took hours. "Well, they typically go on their day off... And spend their one day off here, waiting in line. The average person in this city has to work a couple jobs to cover living expenses, so more and more you're seeing kids with one, or no days off at all." He stepped to the back of the line as he listened to her thoughts whirring about.
She was at least asking the right questions in her head. He did scowl a bit when she mentioned they would have time to talk, but he sighed and looked over to her, about to apologize for the scowl before she asked him just... the most... enraging question.
"YES, there is a test! Everyone takes a driver's test! There's a written, and then you schedule a practical- jesus, kid, don't tell me you never took a driving test... Okay, okay, that's priority number one, or I'm never letting you drive me around for the city driving portion of the normal people training."
Were they causing a bit of a scene from just being there? Sure, but New Yorkers tended to know how to mind their own business... Normal ones, anyhow.
Posted by wavelength on Apr 10, 2021 14:31:15 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Oh, had he struck a bit of a nerve? "Owner isn't a normal job. Everything you have ever done has been drenched in privelege, and thus made the true experience of earning it, without the stresses of every day living, cheepened in my mind. That's not to say you haven't worked hard. You just don't understand where that same amount of work gets the average person. But I digress. We will start your training on the more mundane."
He blinked a few times as she explained that the title transfer was already completed, and stopped in his tracks, taking off his glasses, pinching his brow for a long moment, and then cleaning the lenses with his handi cloth before sliding them back on.
"We are going to transfer the title back... so we can then transfer it back to me again. Because normal people sit at the DOL for hours waiting to do something like this."
Just... the things she was thinking, picturing. Jaques, her driving instructor... was a formula one driver. Jesus. "Maybe we should make you take a real drivers test at some point... I'm sure you'd pass, but... Good lord, that's unfair." He started walking again. Their destination wasn't far now. A small building with a line out the door. That was the line to get to the machine that allowed you to take a number to wait in line.
Posted by wavelength on Apr 10, 2021 13:04:53 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Her statement about style drew a bit of a scowl from him. "Normal people don't have the privellege of being a walking spectacle with no consequences. How are we going to get you a normal person job if they laugh you out the front door based on your lack of professionalism?" He shook his head.
Obviously, that was the long game. He was going to find a way to make her work at least one shift of flinging corndogs or Marknuggets at people for 12 dollars an hour. First off, having to work a normal person job gave you a solid idea about what normal people spent the vast majority of their time doing; working to live. Second off, it would be hilarious.
He caught her confusion at the existence of some strange place called the DOL, and he couldn't help but double take. Good lord, she didn't even know what the department of licensing was. She'd likely never been.
He shook it off. No matter, she would learn. He raised an eyebrow as she asked if the DOL was a restaurant as they walked down the street. "You're not joking. It's amazing. Number one; Normal people don't go to restaurants at this time of day on a tuesday. Maybe they go to a diner on a special occasion. We would be going to a food cart or something like that. Number two; The fact that you don't have any idea what a Department of Licensing is terrifies me. We need to transfer the title of your car to me. Normal people do that by going to the DOL."
He kept walking, looking over to her and shaking his head at the realization that she had to slow herself down consciously to stay at his pace. He started walking a little faster.
Posted by wavelength on Apr 9, 2021 23:43:44 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
imon was walking down the street with his hands in the pockets of his khakis. He was wearing a button up sweater, you know, like how old people wore. Also, hipsters, and since he was in a young body, he likely looked just like one of them.
Still, his energy levels and presentation were firmly anchored at normal levels, so as he approached the pick up point he could practically feel the exuberance radiating off of young Leah. She let out a loud call for his name. He rolled his eyes.
And then started the talk of what ever the heck was on her face. "And... are you shooting a video? No. Normal people don't wear crap like that on their face when they are about to go out and do normal things." He shook his head, and turned to start walking, giving the doorman a bit of a glare at his thoughts.
What business did he have having thoughts like that? She was just talking to him about his family, after all. Was that so bad? The again, she did approach with a certain bit of energy.
"The DOL is within walking distance. We are going to walk four blocks to it. Are you good to go?" He looked her up and down a moment and sighed. "Do you have a coat? It's going to be chilly." Either way, he just started walking. He wanted to make sure he got there at a good time to take a number.
Posted by wavelength on Apr 9, 2021 21:47:02 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Instant regret. His suggestion, which, might he add, was HEAVILY steered by her incessant little puppydog jabs at how, gosh, it would be so nice TRY and be a normal person, if only someone would show me, was jumped on like an insect outside of a trap door spider's pit. He responded with a quiet, deadpan expression as she called it a date.
That caused him to doubletake a bit. A what? She was already on her way out of the car, he watched her leave, allowing the momentum of the moment to die as the reality of the last 20 minutes hit him. He had a new old car. He was going to teach an absurdly rich girl what being normal was like, and apparently it was a date.
What had he done?
~~~
He got a call. He answered by calmly stating she was supposed to wait at least three days before calling someone she'd just met, but he would forgive her this one time.
Leah had provided him with the location of her... second condo. Because of course she had more than one. He found a place down the street to park, like a normal person, and fed the meter, like a normal person, and then proceeded to walk up to the location, like a normal ass person.
When he arrived, he saw her chatting with the door man. Pausing to let them finish talking, before raising an eyebrow when she turned his way. "What's going on with all this?" He waved his hand over his face. "What's that stuff on your face?"
Posted by wavelength on Mar 31, 2021 2:25:09 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Little pings of confirmation hit him as he spoke; thoughts that freely admitted he wasn't at all off base. He gave a little glance her way as he caught that she was sad this was ending. It was a strange thing, to hear her think that. He hadn't met someone who was sad to see him go in... years.
Still, what was he even doing talking to this young lady? It felt like secret security was going to come by as soon as he left and erase him or something. He sighed as she thought about the distance between here and the house. She wasn't about to walk that in heels, which meant he had to drive through these gates.
As if prompted by the thoughts, the gate started to open of its own accord, and he shook his head a third time, rolling down the stretch toward the ostentatious building at the end. He looked her way again as she asked if he knew any places. "Of course I do."
He didn't want to go any further... He could see where her mind was going. This kid was trouble, damnit. It would only be trouble if he played into what her mind was scratching at.
She finished the last statement as he pulled to a stop in front of a truly... stupid mansion. He wanted to burn it down it looked to expensive. Looking down at the steering wheel, he took a deep breath.
"Fine. Fine, I'll do it. Listen, you've got my info... Just... If you ever want to try and live a little... Like a normal goddam human being without all of-."He motioned to he parent's house. "Give me a call."
He waited for her to step out before stating calmly. "Thanks for the car." He would be out of there as quickly as humanly possible after she got out.
Posted by wavelength on Mar 31, 2021 1:41:33 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Oh great. She was pouting. Pouting pouting. Lip out and everything. He paid attention to the road. What was she, three? She spoke and he sort of felt for her position.
"That's the thing, though... I don't know that someone like you could even know what you don't know." He shrugged and looked at the GPS... three miles away. Three miles for her to change her mind. He didn't feel like she was the type, though.
"You figure the occasional venture into anything more than decadent mediocrity is popping that bubble, but the fact of the matter is, were you are looking, what you are wearing, eating. I'll bet you you've never even had a slice at a hole in the wall pizza joint, or eaten at a questionable hotdog stand at two in the morning."
He shifted gears at a stop light before waving a hand at her. "I'm not trying to reign on your parade, but I knew rich people for a long time. People paid to send their wealthy brats to my school for me to teach them.... They thought getting tattoos and paying for escorts was rebellion. I'm not saying you're exactly the same, I'm just saying if you really... really want to know what New York is like... Well, you got a long way to go. Also, I pumped the gas." He actually smiled a bit at that statement, giving a bit of a wink.
"I don't mind if you tell them otherwise, though. "Well... here we are. Can't say it hasn't been a charm." He gently eased onto the breaks in front of a gated courtyard. Wait.... he couldn't even see the house from here... "Oh jesus, how far of a walk is it from here?"
Posted by wavelength on Mar 31, 2021 0:38:02 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Did she just take cinnamon roll as a complement? She did, she even blushed. What a... well, cinnamon roll thing to do. She explained more of what he already knew by the time she was formulating the thoughts to covey to him her meaning. That was a bit of the pain of his mutation. In conversations he often ended up a couple of steps ahead by default. "Then I won't stop calling you young lady." As if he would have in the first place.
He turned again, glancing over a bit as she struggled to get comfortable. Jesus, how had she driven this car in the first place? She had to be at least six and a half feet tall. This car was made for people his height max. She answered his question, and he blinked a few times as he listened to the thoughts leading to the answer.
Wow. She was an exotic dancer. I mean, it wasn't exactly an unheard of occupation, but she didn't HAVE to be one. She had filthy rich parents. That meant she LIKED her job. He had to shake his head a bit at that. No way. This woman... was every pathetic basement dwelling trollish manchild's wet dream.
"I see... Gonna be honest, up until this exact moment, I wasn't aware that people like you even existed. Not strippers, mind you. Just... people like you as a whole. Well meaning, doe eyed, ignorant, strong, rich, and beautiful all rolled into one. How has this city not ruined you yet?" He shook his head again as he turned onto a main road heading to the GPS location.
"I guess it has more to do with you having that divider between you and reality. It's probably safer for you to just stay up there in the clouds. The real city... real life, even... I worry what it would do to a nice young lady like you." He really did, too. I mean, how could he not mean well for this kid? She'd given him a car he never would have dreamed of owning, even with the four million dollars he'd gotten ahold of after laundering and giving cuts to middle men from the diamonds.
Sure, she had two other classics just sitting in a garage at home. Homes? Lord, she had homes. Boy, did he want to hate her; he couldn't bring himself to, but oh, goodness gracious, they didn't come more bourgie...
Posted by wavelength on Mar 8, 2021 21:29:03 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
"Huh, I really can't imagine anyone being afraid of you. You're a cinnamon roll if I ever saw one." He looked in the rearview, feeling that little nagging feeling one got when a car turned the same way behind them three times. Looking over as she started to talk to his words about ransom, it became quickly clear.
They were being followed... by her security. Well, it was a good thing he was only slightly thinking of squeezing her parents for money. He honestly didn't really need it right now anyway; he had a cool 4 mil being laundered as they spoke after finding a good buyer for those diamonds. She was also a tad too nice for him to be motivated to kidnap.
"What do you do to live, then? The way you talk you don't actually get out that much." He nodded a bit at her statement of their meeting being serendipidous for her. "Well, I suppose that's true. To be fair, you are being needlessly careless. I am a stranger, after all. Think about it, if you treat every guy you come across while... I dunno, at the zoo, or walking around the fair, you're bound to run into some bad seeds at some point."
He didn't know why it mattered to him, it was jsut the spirit of the thing. Also, he was feeling pretty charitable with his advice, considering she was giving him this car.
Posted by wavelength on Mar 8, 2021 18:42:22 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Okay, Simon didn't like a lot of people. This little lady had everything counting against her. She was rich, frivolous, and seemed prone to making flash decisions without putting much thought into them. These were all things he disliked.
And yet, he couldn't help but like her.
He nodded as she mentioned growing up surrounded by the aforementioned putz's. "I've met my fair share as well. Good on you for not becomng one." It didn't change the fact that she was clearly spoiled, of course. Nice and spoiled was better than the alternative, though.
Once they got on the road, he couldn't help but stare at the use of the vent for a GPS perch. He would have to throw that thing in the trash first chance he got. She asked him about him, and was genuinely interested. She really was strange.
"Ah... Well, in spite of my appearance, I am over ninety years old. I hope you don't mind the term of endearment too much. I have seen many things in my time... It's nice to be reminded of a happier memory." There she was thinking he was cute again, though at least now it was old man cute and not vintage playboy cute.
He stopped at a light, and then turned left according to the directions. "You are rich blood, aren't you? Should you even be out here without someone watching over you? There are people who make their living holding people like you for ransom."
Posted by wavelength on Mar 8, 2021 17:06:50 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
Simon couldn't help but roll his eyes as the young woman leaned into the car looking for the odometer, but couldn't locate it. At least she was willing, once again, to admit it.
"Here, let me take a look." He leaned in after she pulled away, and squinted his eyes. "10,456... That's amazing. It must have been locked away until you started using it!" It probably still had all of its original parts. Good lord, this thing was likely one of a kind at this point.
He caught her errant thought. No way... He was staring at her blankly as she removed the nonessential keys from her keychain, and nodded as she asked him to hear her out. He already knew what she was going to say. This was insane. She was going to give this car to him? If he couldn't read minds, he wouldn't believe it.
He she was, though, making a snap second decision involving giving away something that would easily fetch 100 thousand dollars at auction. Maybe more.
"I... I know you aren't joking, but I have to admit, this is insanity." He spoke it as he reached out and grabbed the keys. "I will gladly accept, young lady. You've made me an offer I cannot refuse." Was he dreaming? He was a rather lucid dreamer; something to do with having a more developed mind than most. He pinched himself. Ow. Nope, not dreaming.
"Well then, what are we waiting for! Get in!" He hurried into the driver's seat, pausing to take a second to feel the handle, and run a hand on the dash. Wow. He turned to look at the young woman again, and just... stared for a moment. "You know... Most people who have as much money as you do, at your age... Are huge putz's... What happened to you?"
He buckled in, and turned the ignition, hearing it purr to life. Incredible. Simply incredible. "Where to?" He knew where she lived, she'd thought about it while mentioning her parent's house, but it would be strange if he didn't ask.
Posted by wavelength on Mar 8, 2021 0:32:24 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
"I'm sure your driver knows. I wouldn't worry about it." Why had he even brought that up? Most people her age had no idea about leaded gasoline. He blinked a few times at her reaction to him flipping the tank open, and shrugged.
A short glance would reinforce her instinct not to hug him, carrying a subtext of, 'no, I'm fine thanks'. "You're welcome."
He did smile a bit at her earnest thoughts toward his fondness for the car, and her statement of it being cute. "I don't know if that's the word I would use, but it's certainly a classic." He did slow blink at the revelation that she had a collection of cars like this. This car, in this condition had to run about... 100k?
She asked for more info. He nodded. "It's a 56 Chevrolet Bel-Air. My friend's dad had one when I was growing up. His was cherry red. They are really rare nowadays... In this condition, at least. Must have spent a pretty penny on it. How many miles are on it?"
The tank was full. He gently released the pump and let the nozzle drain before removing it. "Simon. It's been interesting. Man, I hope you treat her well... She's a treasure."
He placed the pump in the receptacle, capping the tank and closing the light once more before stepping back and getting one last good look in before sighing. "Well, there you are. Right as rain." He turned to leave.
Posted by wavelength on Mar 7, 2021 21:55:22 GMT -6
Zeta Mutant
44
2
Apr 10, 2021 21:35:50 GMT -6
He was relaxed at this point. One glance into this woman's thought and he could tell that she was... completely harmless. He stood there with his hands tucked into his coat pockets, a pleasant smirk on his face as she tried to explain that she was taking off the nonexistent bugs on her windshield as she tucked away her phone.
His eyebrow lifted a little bit as she thought he was cute. Was his sort of look coming back into style or something? Her thoughts confirmed that she had no idea where the tank was.
From there, she sort of caved, and was brutally honest with him about her knowledge and ability. It was odd, he'd been sort of prepared to encounter the typical borguoise neurotically defensive repsonse when encountering the truth that she was completely clueless, but here she was, embracing it. Well, he wasn't going to gloat, then.
It was boring, but he was going to help the nice spoiled rich kid. He gave a short nod, and walked over to the pump, pulling it out, pressing the low octane option, and remarking casually. "If you plan to drive it far, you'll need a lead additive. I don't suppose you're leaving the city, though."
He walked over to the tail light, flipping it up, uncapping the tank, and sliding the nozzle in to start pumping gas. "This is a really nice car. Do you know about it? Far be it from me to mansplain something if you already know, but not knowing where the very well hidden fuel tank is makes me wonder." He stared at the car as he talked, clearly enamored with it.
