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.
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Celeste was trying to not stare at him so much, so with sideways looks she watched as the mutant hid the small bags of chips in his backpack. That behavior was enigmatic and funny at the same time, but she achieved to avoid saying anything about it. After all these snacks were there to be eaten. No one had specified at what time. Maybe later when he get hungry, he would remember the generous girl who had given him those chips.
Fortunately she did not need to ask, since the child began to explain why he was not interest in the arbitrarily titles for breakfast, lunch, snack or dinner. He was not like everyone else, according to his own words, since he eat when he was hungry. Not when it was time to eat. That explained clearly why he had not eaten the chips, but saved it for later.
Then it was time to hear his response about their parents. Maybe that was the most important moment since they had begun to talk. The moment the child was going to let her step a little more inside his life. To what purpose? She did not know. But she felt a great empathy for the child whose parents seemed to work as much as hers. His little voice was extremely difficult to hear. It was almost blocked completely by the soft rustle of wind in the leaves, or the few cars that crossed the street. So she leaning forward, the girl approached enough for his whispers become words. His lack of confidence at that time only increased the importance of those words. It was a painful memory that surely he did not want to remember.
Celeste, instead of getting upset, began to feel an even greater empathy for the child that seemed to have many things in common with her. Prompted by that feeling, she shared her vision of the world. "I know how you feel." Said the girl, in a tone full of sadness. She let the words disappear in the air and then continued. "Sometimes I do not want to leave my room." Her confession was not as important or painful as that of the mutant boy, but at least she was sharing some of her feelings. "My parents also work all the time, and I hardly see them." Since they are not even in the same country or same time zone.
After comparing war wounds, the atmosphere had changed. A mist of sadness was around them. Invisible but implacable. So the girl hurried in a attempt to cut the negative sentiment that dominated the place. "Everyone has a favorite food." Sentenced the girl. "You said that sometimes you got pizza. Did you like pizza more than others food?" While at home she had always a cook that made new dishes for her little queen, sometimes she enjoyed a nice slice of pizza. It was not her favorite, but the fact that it came from Italy gave that food enough points to enter her sophisticated menu.
She watched the couple and followed them with her beautiful black eyes.They moved away cheerfully, talking nonsense and giving large bites to their hot dogs. Apparently there was nothing wrong with the food since they were still alive despite all the warning signs that said they should not be in that precious state. Once the couple walked away, came her turn and the man behind the hot dog cart kindly smiled and answered her question. His voice was strange with a unlike accent, which made his words change constantly in her head.
She was still trying to discover if the man had called her beetle, little or litter when she noticed that a man was waiting in the line behind her. Likely to buy his own portion of death as the couple had done before. With great agility the girl took a step aside, leaving the place free for the stranger to approach. "Go ahead." The girl said with feigned indifference. "I still deciding." She said, trying to hide her fear toward that suspicious beverage, or rather to the man preparing the popular food. After all it was not the first time she was about to eat in the street.
A voice in her head insisted that the man was evil, another claimed he was a spy from some country in northern Europe, many other odd ideas joined them. Many were the voices that insisted to stay away from those wicked hot dogs, but only one told her to stay and calm her hunger with one of those aberrations.
The triumph lasted a moment, an instant when the child allowed a divine smile to form on her lips. A smile that was more typical of an angel than a human being, so perfect was her smile of relief and triumph. The electricity went into the thin metal filament up to the teeth under his skin, then the man fell to the ground unable to control his muscles. The vision of his fall was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Once she could get home she would paint that moment of glory. She had won.
Unfortunately the man did not agree with her, the battle was far from done. Even on the floor, the man used all his strength to move his clumsy arms until he finally rip the thin small metal needles form his skin. No way. In an instant his victory collapsed followed by her smile and satisfaction, both were replaced by the same fear that had dominated her whole body earlier. The same one that kept her feet glued on the ground.
The man who had been able to resist the disruptive power of her Taser stood. And with impossibly long steps he began to move in her direction. It seemed as if each step covered a mile but at the same time the man seemed not to move at all. It was the fear that was transforming everything into a slow motion nightmare from which she could not escape.
Central Park had always been one of her favorite places, as it was one of the few places in town where she did not have to behave like a queen. Of course she loved to act like the queen she wanted to be, but sometimes, just sometimes, a break from the daily routine, from orders and obligations, was very welcomed. And on those rare occasions, she always ended up in Central Park. A place full of nature, that despite being surrounded by the noise of the city could create a relaxing atmosphere.
Besides, the proximity to her home made it her favorite place to waste some time and walk. She loved to walk every little road she could find, but that eventually caused her to get hungry for what she needed to go back to her home to meet all her obligations again. Ready to enjoy a little more of that wild landscape jailed by the urban environment, the girl moved to the nearest Hot Dog stand. A popular commoner food.
Since there was a couple buying in the same stand, she had enough time to decide what she was going to order. Truth be told, she did not have much to choice, contrary to the spectacular restaurants she frequented. Even when she knew what she would ask, she remained still. Watching with horror some sausages drifting in the water that was not transparent, and did not see healthy at all. "Do you have permission from the Health Department?" Asked the girl trying to hide her doubts and fears as best she could, but clearly to no avail.
In the short time she knew him, it was perhaps the first time she had heard happiness in his voice. Perhaps he had done it before, and she had not noticed but now it was clear as water. It was like negotiations were his element. Better yet, so her father would begin to negotiate with him until they reached an economic agreement that would give them some publicity on the new continent. The Manfrella family was known for its roots in Italy, but so little known in America. Perhaps with a donation they could change that.
Although her corporate mind began to analyze the situation to accomplish something in their favor, the girl shook her head and erase all those ideas. The man had saved her and that was enough to reward him, yet she knew very well that if she had been able to see that opportunity, her father would saw it even faster than her.
Soon they would arrive to her home, and the courtesies and international calls would begin. Maybe some tea, a coffee or something to eat. Immediately her brain began to think of lemon pie, her favorite. Fortunately she did not have to lift a finger to put all that up, because everything would be ready in seconds thanks to the skillful hands of the cook. And her bodyguards would be there too, so Markus would not be the only person in suit. So he was not going to feel uncomfortable.
I am sorry John! I could not write the starter thread last night, I had a horrible wrist ache. But I promise it would be ready for tomorrow, no excuses this time
I have nothing in mind aside from the initial meeting by chance, from there we can see where it goes. Of course I will try to make Celeste as visible as I can, so you will not have to make excuses to talk with her.
Although the bags of snacks made too much noise while she introduced her hand to take that glorious food, she was happy since she did not have to worry anymore about her stomach to start digesting itself in protest. So she could relax even more. It was almost like a little picnic. Those rare events she had not much time to enjoy. A couple of snacks later, the boy replied, and the girl listen carefully while taking her refreshing purified water. "Well, there's even a meal called brunch that mixes breakfast with lunch." Commented the girl still trying to understand the meaning of his words. It was rare that someone would live with so less food.
While trying to find a logical solution to the problem of the food, the boy gave her a possible solution almost without realizing it. Maybe they were just so poor they did not have enough money to eat all the foods that people gave for granted. Even when she always tried to get away from people and not get involved with them, the child's imaginary story moved her enough to become more interested in him. "While your parents were working, do you stayed at home alone?" asked girl in astonished. She knew it was a uncomfortable question that the child will probably hate so she quickly hasten to add another question. "What is your favorite food?" For the rush the question was not very good. But her mind was clouded for the child´s pain. Maybe she could kidnap him to some fancy restaurant where they could eat his favorite food.
Silently she watched as the boy stared at the bags of snacks as if they were rare treasures. He even dared to take one in his hands and quietly continued his research. What were he looking for? She could not know, but the boy looked at the bag as if to ask them something. Not to her, to the bag. Then he looked at her, silently asking a question she could not understand and did not know how to respond, so she just limited herself to smile. A beautiful and friendly smile that perhaps Notepad could translate into the answer he needed. Whatever it was.
Her teacher, clearly hypnotized by the strange woman, did not listen to her. He just whispered a silly answer, almost unintelligible, and continued with the task of accommodating his model as if she were a doll. Finally the professor stepped back to gaze at the intruder as if she were his greatest work of art. He nodded with pride and then headed back to his desk where he sit down to stare at the class. As was typical of him, after a few minutes, he would begin to wander the halls checking the progress and giving some advices. But for now he was sitting, leaving them a clear vision of the model, her diabolical complicated dress and hair.
Now that the teacher was not over the model, she could see her face in detail, and thereby she managed to draw the outline of her nose in a more accurate way, and then made deeper strokes to give more volume and life. She continued with her hair, though it was not as complicated as her nose or dress, it was still very difficult.
Celeste was at the center of the field of vision of the model since she was a few steps closer than the rest of the students. Her face was almost hidden from the eyes of her partners, yet she had to be careful with the teacher. Even then every time he gets distracted, she took the opportunity to make mocking faces to the model. On one occasion she even forgot her original purpose and started making funny faces. She may well achieve the model to move more... and maybe then, her teacher would agree with her.
Knowing she was not going to manage to open the cabinet, she simply placed the lock picks again in her spacious pockets, but first she spend a few glances of hatred to the small black hole.
Now all her attention was on the child who perhaps could have a ability that could help despite his initial denial. Celeste did not know a lot about his power so far, but now she was sure they could become useful. "Then transform yourself into someone strong and break the lock, or better yet, switch to a professional thief and use your skills." If Chase have not those skills, then they had nothing else to do there. Unfortunately, her expensive phone did not have any application that will help her to open that monstrous thing. Still, there was a small possibility that what they were looking for was not there, so to stop trying did not transform her into a loser. She had not abandoned the search, but conveniently changed her focus to another place.
The blue building was already in sight, and seemed to welcome them with its lights on that passed like ghost through the impenetrable windows. She could almost imagine her bodyguards watching from the second floor where her house was. Their faces full of concern for her, but more for their jobs. She would take care to avoid blaming them, since they were good loyal men. Although the outside looked like any other building, Celeste knew very well that it was too fancy for a normal person. A Valet Parking would be waiting at the entrance to welcome them. Once inside the large lobby, a man behind an elaborate reception desk will interrogated them until she uttered her name, then everyone would begin to run to speed up the short process so that the child would reach her department quickly.
Celeste listened attentively, letting the first question pass, considering it a bit difficult to answer, but then Markus asked another question for which she needed to answer the first one. "Absent." Said the girl with reproach in her voice. Then she took a deep breath, and continue the long explanation that she always had to give when someone get interested in her father. "Right now he is in Europe, I am living alone with a few employees and a tutor." The building was already very close. "But we can still call him." Two ideas floated in the air, but neither said them. Perhaps she could get the man to talk to her father to avoid a future punishment, and Markus could also work a little more to get his reward.
By chance I have a spoiled princess with whom I can start a thread for you. Celeste usually frequents places like Central Park which is close to her building, very expensive restaurants and lots of comercial centers mostly to buy clothes. With a little planning she can almost be anywhere since she has a taste for stolen colors.
[Unofficial: Soon I will have a green-skinned goblin about 60 centimeters tall that will live in the area of Central Park, his personality is less social but more funny and unpredictable]
Apparently the mansion, the school for mutants, was a sensitive subject where she was now. For the man the people living there were interesting, perhaps more like strange things to analyze than as human beings. And the woman just thought they were just idiots, well she had crossed paths with some mutants with less wits than a snail, but still they could not be all fools in there. Would there be any internal conflict between them that she was not aware of? She needed to investigate later, perhaps that knowledge would serve in the future. Since she did not want to choose sides without getting to know both contestants, she nodded innocently as only a beautiful lady as she knew to do. Perhaps with her beauty she would be able to outshine both and achieve to get away unscathed.
The note. He mentioned the note. Celeste knew too well what it said, that beautiful sheet of paper that had captured her beautiful calligraphy with letters made of real gold. Still she could not prevent a sudden nervousness from climbing up her back up to her head. She knew by heart every word in the note, but they ought not to know that. So in an attempt to save her neck, she just nodded again dodging the phrase with elegance but trying to pretend confusion. On the surface the water was not too deep but it was too dark to be able to see the bottom of the pond . It was so quiet on the exterior but concealed a hole deep enough to drown her if she was not carefully.
She hastened to reply, conscious that she was surrounded by mutants that could feel offended if she said to not be comfortable with her powers. "I do. I love my powers. But I cant use them to fight." It was not a lie, she really loved all she could do with her stolen colors, but it was also hard to ignore the fact that now she was part of the minority called Mutant. Most of them were common people that were not very successful in the world.
The conversation followed its course, and the man reported that mutants had been gods in another era . It was a shock to hear those words. According to what she knew about mutant history, they had appeared thirty years ago, not a time where someone would call them gods. Maybe there where mutants before. While the question was still floating in her head, she heard a very beautiful word. "Primus." Repeated the girl with her own lips, savoring the sound and power of that word. "I really like the sound of it." She confessed, after beginning to forget the taste of that ancestral language.
"Inherit the earth?" This time she repeated the words, not for enjoyment but to confirm that the girl had actually said that. Momentarily all her attention focused on her while she continued her speech about using their powers to overthrow the humans and take the world. Celeste was at least smart enough not to ask what humans did to deserve such fate. Discrimination. Mutant registration laws. Concentration camps. Still all that speech about mutants could not prepare her for the prophecy of the. Her words brought chills throughout her whole body. From feet to head. "Is it true? Are they going to kill all humans?" The words escaped from her throat impregnated with fear. Although she would survive, her parents were human, her whole family were humans, including all her beloved employees.
