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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
You know, he was slightly surprised that virtually nothing had changed. She hadn't snooped, hadn't set anything on fire on accident... And she hadn't tried to escape.
Indeed, she only looked slightly sleepy, like she was past her nap time.
Goodness, this kid really was precious, wasn't she? He chuckled. "Tired? I thought of grabbing a slice, but after all of that work baking those pies I decided we had earned a whole one." He lifted the apple pie in his hands, and walked on in, careful not to spill any of the punch jug his more delicate little hands were holding. He set them all down on the table before the two seats.
"Tell me what you think, I fancy myself a bit of a pastry chef... As a hobby, of course. I find myself having to pass time more often than not. Believe it or not, giant talking bugs don't often have large waiting lists for therapy appointments." Perhaps he could go into phobia desensitization? He cut out a piece of pie, plated it, and passed it over.
"If you want to start by telling me what a day in your life is like, we can go from there."
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His antennae flitted about lightly as he listened to her reaction to his words.
"Yes. While I don't condone lying, I have no intention of ignoring the needs of a person in... Need." He shifted awkwardly, and then turned toward the exit, walking over to it, grabbing the handle, and turning back to her.
"I believe you, and thank you again."
He opened it and stepped out.
"I'll be back in a moment."
True to his word, he was back with pie in just a few minutes.
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Flipping through the proper forms for restraining orders, protection from abuse, safehouse information, he paused when she spoke. "I really just wanted the free pie." He sat down.
"I know I don't know a lotta stuff, like what big words mean and things... but I do fine on my own. Really." He stared at her blankly. Had he a human face, his emotions might be discernible, but at this point only those most familiar with him would be able to read him, and they were in another reality. "I ain't telling you my real name because my momma gave it to me when I was born and she musta loved me then. I only share it with people I really like. You can call me Tom though, because that is what I call myself all the time anyway."
"Tom."
"I like to try and get food the nice ways first, sos I don't have to make Mr. Rogers sad... I thought it would be easy as... well, pie, to slip in and out and have a full tummy with no one the wiser, but I guess I didn't really know what I was getting myself into." He stared at her just a little longer before sighing deeply.
"I don't have no one after me or anything, and I stay away from the people out there that like to pick fights, so I really aren't looking for res...resourses... or anything. I had bad stuff happen the last time I looked for those an I don't wanna do that again."
She was rambling at this point. He held up a hand to interject. "Tom, I am Dr. Gregory Samson. It's wonderful to finally meet you. I must say, I am disappointed in your desire to come here for free food and drink. That is not an honest thing to do. I will not try to force anything on you. I know people who help those in your situation, but I understand trepidat... being cautious. You are your own person, and I intend to keep my promise not to tell anyone what I hear here... If I cannot convince you to seek help, though, I ask that you stay and talk a little while... About the stress of your day, about the dangers you face, about your hopes and dreams. We can get you some pie while you do, if that helps."
He stood, and walked over to the chair he'd been sitting at before, and placed a hand on the back of it, looking over to her.
"Would you be willing to do that, Tom?"
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This was good. She was beginning to accept the possibility of opening up to him. The most important thing in these circumstances was to establish trust. They were almost there.
"It's more than just a promise, Ms. It's a vow. An Oath. I cannot break it." He approached her, taking a step back when she suddenly spoke up on getting help. "Oh my... Well, we can address that down the line. For now... Why don't we just talk?"
He held out her hand for a pinky swear, and he looked down at it for a moment. Well. This was a first. If it would put her mind at ease, though, he would oblige. His chitinous pinky was soon looped in hers. "I promise. Cross my heart."
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Truth be told, the good doctor was a little bit riled. His heart was beating at an elevated rate, and he was sure his blood pressure was through the roof. He wasn't sure if he was overreacting; he'd come from a world where everyone he talked to was being openly tracked or hunted down by baggers and taggers. Here, things were different. Had he made the wrong call, and escalated the situation for no reason?
She seemed doubly nervous, and clammed up at his questions. He looked up from his spot at his desk to answer her. "It means that anything you tell me is private. I cannot tell others unless you want me to, or if you are about to commit a violent crime that I can stop with the information you give. I keep your secrets." He pulled out a folder, and placed it on the desk, opening it, and flipping through documents.
"If you tell me more I can get you set up with the right resources in order to help. Are you of age? It's okay if you are not and you are seeking protection."
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He was staring at her now. Absently as she spoke about wanting punch, he stood, and walked over to the small water cooler in the room, filled a tiny cup with water, and walked over to her, handing it to her.
"So... I'll not mince words. I want you to know that you are completely safe in this environment. Completely safe. If you fear anyone in your life retaliating to anything that happens here, or any knowledge of your presence here, I will do everything in my power to ensure your safety."
He walked over to the door in the room, opening it just a crack to look out into the waiting room. He wanted to see if there was anyone waiting for her out there... An abusive significant other, or parental figure? Hmmm... No one was watching the door like he would suspect... He closed it again, and looked back to her.
"I know you aren't being honest with me. I stopped calling you by the name you gave me a moment ago, and intentionally replaced information you gave me with false information. I do not know why you are lying, but I have seen other warning signals that worry me as well." He walked over to his desk, opening it up a drawer and leafing through files.
"Is someone harming you, or depriving you of your needs? You can tell the truth, everything is confidential in here."
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His antennae shot up in surprise when she stated her pleasant banter was influenced by the titular Mr. Rogers. She recited his words, and he was floored. This child was adorable. She was terribly immature, perhaps a bit paranoid, and without a doubt troubled in some small way he couldn't quite pin down, but good lord was she cute as a button.
He relaxed a little bit as well. "That's admirable, young lady. Were more people so considerate the world would only be better for it."
He nodded firmly, and let her proceed with her answer of his school question. It gave him pause. Observant eyes would notice the sense of ease he'd found from her disarming nature fade a bit. Her response was... atypical of what he knew of her up to this point. Too practiced, too... Developed in style.
" Alright, then... Lets see" He scribbled in his note pad a bit, as if he were recording her answer. "Well, Ann, I have a few more questions for you. Standard things, you know, to round things out." He watched her closely for her reactions as he continued.
"How long have you been employed? Any stress related to your job? The one on fifth?"
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It was beginning to become more clear as this meeting went on that she was the type that had trouble talking about her feelings. She would need help.
He watched her quietly as she spoke to her polite words. This was an entry point to a deeper conversation; he would take advantage of it to try and dig deeper. "Who taught you that? It's an admirable quality." She seemed to get a little nervous, or... uneasy? Strange. Did she have some secret she was hiding. Abuse? He couldn't assume. His compound eyes focused on details... A few minor scrapes here or there. Worn clothing, wrinkled... Neglect? Odd for an 18 year old, though once again she seemed a youthful for 18.
It was plain and simple:He would need to find out more.
She asked how long this would take, and he spoke in a calm, reassuring voice. "These things take as long as they need to, usually. Of course, you can leave when ever you'd like, but a complete session is required to get the pie afterward."
She spoke up again and... Goodness. That was... Something. He found himself staring listlessly, and forced himself to speak after just a moment.
"Oh-uhm... It's... Well, it's a meeting between two people in which one finds out the needs of another when it comes to their... emotions." She was uneducated, then. She was tilting her ear toward him. Hard of hearing? At 18? Interesting. Interesting and odd.
Was this some sort of cry for help?
"Tell me more about yourself... For example. What was school like for you?"
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The young woman seemed... Strangely lost. Did she know where she was? She was looking around like Winona Ryder at an award ceremony. It was like he could see thoughts running through her head, panging around in there noisily. Fascinating.
One came out.
His antennae were cute. He was taken aback momentarily, looking about, barely able to contain his flustered status. "Goodness. Thank you, Pam, what a nice thing to say." He took a short note.
-People pleasing tendencies? Seems disoriented.
He took more notes as she detailed her basic situation. 18? Odd, she looked a little young, but some people just did. He wrote down all she said with his little hands while still maintaining eye contact. It was hard to do the latter, though, as the room itself seemed to be her major focus.
She confessed to not knowing what to say. He uncrossed his legs, and sat up, leaning in a bit, still several feet away due to the position of their seats.
"Well, Pam, you are here because you feel as though you need help. You can tell me anything. It is my job to do the best I can to help you work through anything that could be bothering you."
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Could he stare and blink a few times, he would have, but... Well... He couldn't blink, so he just stared for a moment as she asked if she had to visit.
Was she...
Was she seriously just here for pie?
"I'm... Afraid you do, yes... Oh, you see, the pie is just a formality, the service is the consultation... The... Psychological consultation to link you up with the necessary... resources." He trailed off for a moment as he stomach loudly grumbled.
She spoke her name. "Pam! yes, have a seat, then!" He guided her to the couch without making physical contact, and sat himself, crossing his legs and preparing to write with his tiny chest arms. "I'm glad you saw our flier! It's important to seek help when needed, and my I say, you are very brave for taking this crucial first step. I quite like them as well. Some people are a bit, might I say, unnerved by my appearance, so it is very kind of you to say such a thing. Thank you Pam." He nodded briskly, and his antennae fluttered about in an elated manner.
"So, tell me about yourself, if you could. A general background, what can I help with?" He readied himself to write notes as she spoke. They were limited when it came to questions about personal history they could ask in these public sessions, but it helped to have some background.
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Before he could scramble from his terrible hiding place, someone had been ushered in. A... Little girl. Strange. Not a strange as hiding behind a lamp post, though. He cleared his throat. "Ahem. Right, many apologies." He stepped out into the middle of the floor, and held out an arm toward the couch. He had practiced this part extensively out of fear of getting it wrong and scaring off another client, so it would surely come out smoothly.
"Yes, yes, do make yourself completely comfortable. My name is Gregory, nice to eat-m- meet you." He paused. What had she said? "Ah, yes, the pie... That will be available in the reception hall after your visit is over."
He nodded firmly, causing a saltine cracker he'd been wearing as a hat to fall from his head and toward one of his little chest hands, which caught it and began fidgeting. "Right, so we have as much time as we need provided someone doesn't queue up! I do confess it's been a bit of a slow day for me." He would sit at the pace that she chose to, and maintain an open posture so as to appear welcoming.
"So tell me, what brings you in Ms..."
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The event was getting incredible press coverage. HUNDREDS had signed up after that young, fresh Psych grad with the self-help book had signed on. He'd baked pies. So. Many. Pies! They were going to have an article about the future of free mental health services in the city, and He had put the first foot forward on getting it all organised.
And here he was. Gregory Sampson, PHD. Sitting in a room...
The only shrink without a line.
A couple people had opened the door, just to gasp, apologize, and walk out, but for the most part he was... fairly bored. Lonely, even, sitting in that little chair in the small, but cozy little room. He looked down to the empty couch before him, and wondered what his room mate was up to.
Slowly, he reached over to an intercom receiver on the small table next to him, pressing it hesitantly, and speaking in a calm, intellectual northwesterner tone. "Ahem, Miss Clarty, has... anyone shown up in my section yet?" There was a slight pause, and then a reply from a disorganized sounding young woman. "Uh-uhm, not yet Mr. Sampson. One second, sir, Mister Neeson will be available soon, yes... yes... I do have someone available right now if- Yes, him... Oh... Well, I'll put you on the waiting list. Oh, darn, I left it on... No, sorry, no one yet. I'm sure someone will show... s- Sorry!" It clicked off, and the giant cockroach sighed, and shifted in his chair, adjusting his notepad within the grasp of the tiny chest hands that held it.
Well... Such was to be expected. He was, indeed, unsettling to look at. He knew that much, but with time and dedication, people would look past that.
Maybe he could start working on his novel while he waited... yes, that would be.
Chk- "Oh, uh... Mr. Sampson, someone is in your queue!" He stood up, dropping his notepad, and then quickly scrambling to pick it up and press the intercom button. "Oh! Well, up, do send them in! Thank you!" Yes! a chance! Now, to make a good impression! Um... Right, hide. If they see you before they hear you they might run!
He skittered behind the lamp post in the corner of the room.
His attendant would be inviting her in any second. He was hiding behind a stick thin lamp post... Oh dear. He hadn't thought this through.
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So, not a park bench at all, but an Oregonian. Close. Her story started innocently enough, and quickly escalated from there. She could not reproduce; he shared that unfortunate side effect with her. She was killer as well, she had terrible urges, and she may have even eaten someone. She was afraid of what she was becoming. He had felt this fear.
He could help her, as he'd helped himself.
"Actually... If it's not a bother, I do have... many more questions... Seeing as you appear to have some time... Could you tell me... More? These urges... Are they heard or felt? Is it truly a voice? What does it say? Your friends. Can you tell me about them as well? Perhaps I know a version of them as well? After all, it's a small worlds."
He pontificated for a moment, and then spoke up again. "What do you know how to do? Surely you have talents to rely on. How else did you get this far?"
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He listened again. So much of his job was listening. He'd learned to enjoy it. A conversation could be like music in the way it ebbed, flowed, and created beautiful art. Even more so, the act of listening was nearly as cathartic as speaking was as well. He'd helped so many by being an ear for them, and more so by speaking after.
Roach, as he'd been called, was a complicated being, it seemed. He meant a lot of things to this woman, and they were all things she needed. With him gone, a large part of her was empty. He understood that. He knew that pain deeply. "Even so... You did the right thing. You know you did, and it must have hurt you so, so much. At times, such pains can become so great that they numb us to the world."
He looked out over the water, the city... "Where I came from, our kind are... As close to outlawed as a being can be... My wife... Perished. Many did on that day. I nearly did. For a long time, I wished I had." He stared down, now. It wasn't so long ago that he would have needed to fight the instinct to jump. Even now, the smallest voice told him he would fly.
"Losing everything I lost that day... It made the world into a dark place filled with... so much nothing. But given time... Given purpose of self... I made it through. Can you tell me about you? What is your name... Or are you truly a park bench? I am open to the thought."
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Doc was mostly silent after getting her attention. He nodded shortly in conformation and noticeably started a bit when she bluntly revealed that she'd killed him... Well... The other him. He eased after a moment, reminding himself that just from what he'd heard in his short time here, the one who called himself Roach was not at all him. He was a monster... Doc believed in second chances, but he also believed that one could also go too far; The Gregory Samson of this world had crossed a line. He had tortured, killed, and tormented for his own enjoyment and satisfaction.
This woman, whoever and however she was, had done a good thing in killing this man... And it was tearing her apart.
Igor perked up when she acknowledged him, his one antennae jutting up as he ran in a quick circle. The little bug chittered shortly, and Doc glanced down to him, and back up.
The woman reflected more on the bug for a moment before going silent again. He let it settle for a moment. "He said always... Igor... He said he would always be watching. He admires you, Igor. He firmly believes you are a park bench for some reason, but he admires you. He told me on the way here that years ago he'd been told to watch you because you are the most important treasure in the world."
He mused for a moment. "I know little about the one you know as Roach... I only know that he was a killer and a monster... You, however... You seem to know the he that was not a monster. Can you... Tell me more about him?"
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