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 Chase Taylor on Mar 12, 2018 19:03:18 GMT -6
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"Zero-three-hundred," the child reiterated. That was nowhere close to mealtime. Meals were at zero-seven-hundred, twelve-hundred, and seventeen-hundred hours. He was no stranger to hunger, though. He could tough it out for four hours, or... well, whenever this place served meals.
>> "Are you hungry? I can bring you some food. What would you like to eat?"
Owlishly, Delta Seven surveyed the woman. Was she joking? What was her angle? She could get him food, at this hour? No one would offer him food outside of designated meal-times, unless they wanted something out of him.
"I am hungry," Delta Seven confirmed. That's where his pronouncements, and possible requests, ended. He didn't know food-words very well, beyond "food" and "chocolate". Kappa Five had always been giving him chocolate. He knew that food could be warm, or cold... some had flavor, others did not.
"Do you have warm food?" he asked. If not-Agent-Taylor left, he could have a look around... maybe try to sneak away and hide.
The boy had barely made it into the foyer when a shout snagged his attention. He turned to the black woman, not because he recognized his name, but because she was yelling, and seemed to know him. Come to think of it, she did seem kind-of familiar... The shifter child backpedaled slightly, his look clearly confused as the woman ran down the stairs and began to barrage him with questions.
>> "CHASE! Oh my god, are you alright? Where have you been?"
"Is that my name?" he asked the woman, "My name is Chase?"
He looked over his shoulder, at Celeste.
"Celeste found me," the boy-- Chase, he supposed-- told the familiar-faced lady, "I was very confused, there were all these lights. And we got food, and Legos!"
If Chase had held-on to his memories, he would understand that he was going to be in trouble... Gemma likely knew of the high school-and-older trip to the mall, which she'd explicitly forbid Chase from going to. She would also likely know that her shifter child had probably disguised himself as another student and gone anyways. But, after trying to hold onto that form for a minute too long, he'd reset, and now he was here, looking blankly at his adoptive mother.
"You must know me," Chase said, smiling, "You seem like you know me."
Nothing could be done to jog his memory, except explain to him who he was.
● Midnight Readings (Amber) Chase encounters a familiar face in the wee hours of the morning.
● Art Class (Ignacio/Andy/Nate) There's some romantic tension between two older classmates, but Chase just wants to learn art...
● Hey Kid, Are You Lost? (Celestina de Ward) Chase disguises himself as a big kid to go to the mall, and gets more than he bargains for when his form resets.
★ Lost and Found (Mirage/Mirror, Gemma) (AV!) Delta Seven gets busted-out of a SUPER facility, and is taken to the Mansion for safekeeping.
● Clothes Make the Mutant (Marisol) Mari catches Chase trying-on her clothes, and takes it rather well!
Posted by Chase Taylor on Mar 4, 2018 10:42:36 GMT -6
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Pre-Hiatus Threads
Fall 2011
Gotta Get Down (Ami/Puck) In which Chase goes to mall to get warm, and winds up getting far more than he bargained for.
Familiar Faces (Jude) An attempt to steal food goes awry, but one can always count on a kindhearted ability-copier to get you out of a jam.
Hunting the Hunter (Aurion) Driven to the alleyways in search of a place to sleep, Chase has a run-in with a lizard-man that proves fortunate.
Intervening (Aedus/Agnes) A boy saves another boy from getting hit by a car, and starts a mob-- wait, what?! At least there are good people around to intervene.
Who's Afraid of Mother Hen? (Mama T) Chase dozes at a bus stop, and gets cornered by none other than Xavier's Guidance Counselor.
Gimme Something Good to Eat (Locke N. Tori) An older boy at Xavier's shows Chase the ropes of trick-or-treating.
You Can't Run Forever (Mama T/Jorge/) Revelations are made about Chase's recent past, and Mama T steps forward as a potential guardian. INTRO TO ADOPTION ARC.
Thin Cuse Ice (Hokee/Mama T) Some fun on the ice turns sour when Chase finds a thin spot and falls through.
Chasing the Future (Katrina) Chase is approached by the Oracle, who has an interesting proposition. INTRO TO ORACLE ARC.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Mar 4, 2018 1:16:13 GMT -6
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The two boys took seats upon the couch. Delta Seven sat with his knees to his chest, and the controller in front of his legs. Chase sat cross-legged, with the controller in his lap. Delta Seven selected the multiplayer race.
First, characters were chosen. Chase chose a skeleton-version of a frog. Seven chose its living brother. They were pushed to the next screen, whereupon they'd build their cars.
"We need to think up a name for you," Chase murmured, selecting a car that looked like a ladybug. The wheels he chose were tiny... and the parasail? Something bland. Delta Seven selected something heavier weight, with better handling but less speed. He grunted a quiet affirmative.
Now the track selection lingered before them.
"Got a favorite?" Seven said.
"Naw, you pick."
He chose the easiest collection of tracks. Dramatic electronic music heralded them in, showing panning shots of the starting line-up. It settled into a split-screen, a frog with a checkered flag arising between the two screens.
3... 2... 1... GO! The cars were off, zipping around the track. Though each boy seemed intently focused, Chase still periodically spoke.
"How about... Michael?"
"...no."
Around the first corner, the second corner, into a straight away.
"Look out for the cows!"
They narrowly missed them.
"How about... Frank?"
"Frank?" Delta Seven laughed. That was a silly name.
Chase rolled through a mud puddle, and his car spun-out.
"Nooooo!"
"Heh." Seven drove on.
"How about... Russell?"
"No."
The conversation would drop-off periodically, amidst the furious button-mashing and sharp turns.
The boy wrapped his arms around his legs as Mirror and Mirage left him. Mirage was the only person here he really trusted, the only one he really wanted to be around. Even though this other Agent Taylor seemed nice enough, it didn't change the fact that he didn't know her. And, now that they were alone, there was no telling what the woman might pull. Perhaps the softness was just a ruse for when there were bystanders. Perhaps she was just biding her time.
>> "Is Seven what you'd like to be called? Or would ou like another name? I am sorry, I will need to catch up on some things. Can you tell me what Delta stands for?"
Seven pried his gaze from the door, and looked ponderously at Ms. Taylor. He didn't trust her, but he could report information to her... it would help him bide his time until Mirage got back. And giving information was an easy enough task. Besides... no one had ever asked him if he "liked" to be call Seven.
"I do not like it," Seven murmured, "But I don't... not like it... it is simply what I am called. Sometimes, when we are outside, I pretend to have other names. 'Seven' is the only name that is mine, though."
Perhaps, at one point, there was another name... he had a blurry memory of someone else in his cell, giving him a name... but he could neither remember that other person, or that other name... so that information was virtually useless.
"People that serve... SUPER... are sorted, based on what they can do," Seven mumbled, "People like you, Ms. Taylor, who makes powers stop, are Kappas. People like me, whose powers you can see, are Deltas."
"There are more rankings than that... but this is my ranking. I am one of many Deltas... but I am the only Delta Seven... that is why I am called Seven."
As he reported this, Seven's stomach yowled in protest. He braced his arms against his gut, and laid down on the floor.
"What is the hour?" he asked Ms. Taylor. He asked because he wanted to know how long he had to wait until breakfast.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Feb 25, 2018 18:37:05 GMT -6
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The child shrugged, skipping to keep-up with Celeste. The box of Legos rattled in his grasp, keeping time with each skip. Ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk. When they reached the steps to the Mansion, Chase jogged up the stairs, leaping onto the landing at the top. He didn’t go inside, though. He turned to face Celeste, waiting for her to catch-up.
“This is the fanciest school I’ve ever seen,” the boy proclaimed, “We should talk to one of the teachers, maybe they know me! Teachers teach everybody, right?”
Posted by Chase Taylor on Feb 24, 2018 13:08:47 GMT -6
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Chase flopped onto the couch, and his doppelganger did the same. The two exchanged glances.
"Are you really from another dimension?"
Delta Seven shrugged, "I came here through the mirror."
"Cool. Is your name really Delta Seven?"
Seven's frown stretched wider across his features. He grabbed a pile of clothes-- his old uniform-- from one of the cushions, and set them next to Chase. There were some things you just couldn't put words to. Chase leaned over, his hand clasping to the linen fabric.
It was as if someone had taken the genetic information and smeared it with their hand. No name... no age... no anything except blurred memories of a cell and of spying on someone whose face they couldn't quite see from their hiding spot in the bush, and of someone who almost looked like Mama, but with no trace of affection in their face.
"How did he get here?"
A flashing red light, a woman, a mirror... running... running... running... and then they were in this room, freezing cold and dimly lit.
Chase let go of the shirt, also frowning, now. There were things that people were never meant to live through, especially kids... and even kids knew that.
"I'm thirteen, now," Chase said, hesitantly, "So that means that you're probably thirteen, too. We're from Upstate New York, but we don't talk to our biological family anymore. Mama and Papa are our adoptive parents, but they're very good to us."
Gemma had not informed Chase of her conversation with Jorge, but the saying that Mama and Jorge were "their" parents simply felt natural. In this world, they were. Even if things were different in the other world, Chase knew what was true in this world.
A shy smile was curling at Seven's expression. It broke into an outright grin when Chase announced, "And we'll think of a name for you, too. A real name, not Delta Seven."
Seven nodded his head cheerfully. He liked the sound of that. There were already two controllers connected to the GameStation, so Seven tossed one to Chase.
"Let's play a few rounds."
Chase caught the controller, and Seven backed-out to the main menu, to allow his twin to join the game.
It was a part of the Mansion he'd never been to, before. Despite having spent much of his young life in the Mansion, Chase hadn't even known that there was a basement to the building. He stood next to Mama, trying to play it cool, but there was a tension in him that even the least observant of people would notice, and Mama was very, very observant.
"So, let me get this straight..." Chase began, touching a hand to his forehead, "There's... another me... living in the basement of the school? Like... my brother?"
"Different, sweetie. He is you. From another dimension. We think."
"Mom, another dimension?" Chase protested, "I do- did- well... I guess he still is... I had a brother, remember?"
"Did your brother shapeshift?"
Chase's lips thinned, and he shook his two-tone hair. No, his brother did not shapeshift.
"If you're apprehensive about it, you don't have to."
"No-! I want to!"
That's what he'd said, anyways... now that he was standing here in front of the door to the Danger Room, though... Mama stood by the access pad, typing a long string of numbers into it.
"Are you sure you want to, Chase?"
The boy nodded. Gemma pressed the button, and the door unsealed itself, opening into a cavernous room. A two-tone head of hair was barely visible over the back of a couch.
"Finish!!" the t.v. shouted, its mechanical voice reverberating. The owner of the two-tone hair peered cautiously over the back of the cushion. They sat taller, a shock of luminous teal springing into view against the black sclera.
"Uh... hi..." Chase greeted. Hastily, the boy on the couch was unfolding themselves, they were rushing towards the door... a few yards off, they came to a halt. Chase stood frozen.
It was like looking into a mirror.
"I'm Chase."
"Delta Seven."
Chase glanced towards Gemma, who nodded for him to go head. "I'll be right here."
Chase strode closer to his doppelganger, cracking a hesitant smile. The gesture was not returned.
"You like Fabio Kart?" Chase asked, strolling towards the couch. Seven followed.
"No..."
Chase paused, turning to face his twin.
Delta Seven paused as well, a frown twisting at his lips, "Do... do you?"
"Yeah."
Then it was settled. The two meandered towards the couch, together.
A prison was a prison, regardless of how well it was furnished. Delta Seven was visited numerous times each day-- by Mirror, by Mirage, by Mrs. Taylor. He was well-fed, well-entertained... but that didn't change the fact that he was trapped. Trapped in a prison of plush couches, video games, and coloring books... video games were his favorite. Those had objectives. Like missions.
Presently, Delta Seven sat cross-legged on the couch, in front of the television, a controller clasped in his hands. His fingers twitched methodically, piloting a digital car upon the screen. How long had he been there? Weeks? Months? He was used to time slipping by, but he wasn't accustomed to remembering all of it.
One memory that had been particularly persistent was a conversation with Mrs. Taylor.
"Seven?"
"Yes."
"Remember how I told you... about how, in this world, you are my son?"
"Yes."
"How would you like to meet him?"
Seven remembered looking at Mrs. Taylor with owlish eyes, no real predominant emotion reflected in them.
"Do you... think I'm ready to meet him?"
Mrs. Taylor had nodded, so the asset nodded back to her. This earned a smile from the woman. Seven groaned. When, though? When?
But when? A npc hurled a shell at Seven's car, causing it to spiral and spew fake smoke. Seven groaned, waiting for the character's flailing to cease, and for the car to right itself.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Feb 17, 2018 22:32:47 GMT -6
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Delta Seven was silent as Mirror and not-Agent-Taylor discussed what to do… fetch him clothes, fetch him a room, find the tracker… when Mirror offered to take “Jesse”, the child lifted his gaze. They were helping Mirage to their feet. Seven stiffened with the realization that his only source of comfort was going to leave him. He eyes swirled black with fear.
>> “What's your name?”
The boy looked at not-Agent-Taylor. On the outside, people said “name” and meant “designation”. Not the fake names that Seven often adopted for missions. His real name. His identifier.
“Delta Seven. Seven for short. Delta is my rank.”
This, he reported casually. His anxious black eyes never left Mirage. It never occurred to him that his lack of a name might be troubling.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jan 16, 2018 21:23:23 GMT -6
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The unfamiliar word "rift" was defined with more unfamiliar words. But by the sounds of it, there were two different places that were also the same. And each universe had copies of the same person.
"Like... Ms. Taylor, and Agent Taylor," the boy reiterated, bowing his head.
>> "And Chase seems to be you, in our universe. He's my son."
Seven's eyes churned with a confused array of colors, mirroring the emotions that roiled in him-- fear, apprehension, jealousy, hope, confusion... what was a son? Something that belonged to Gemma Taylor. Not government property, but Gemma Taylor's property. She had to be an okay person, if she was talking to all those people. As a "guidance counselor".
"In my universe... I am not your son..." Seven explained, borrowing her terminology, "You are an Agent, sometimes you requisition me and we spar. The other you is bad. They are all... bad. Except those like me, who have no choice."
Seven shifted uncomfortably, his gaze trailing after Mirage. He'd get up and go to them, if he wasn't so... exhausted.
"What now?" he asked Mirror. They seemed to know what to do, most out of everyone... they'd called ahead. If DocProf saw them tonight, so be it, but if he were to sleep here, Seven was fine with that too...
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jan 15, 2018 17:13:38 GMT -6
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The floor felt warmer-- Seven could feel it beneath his legs, the warmth radiating up from the previously cool metal plates. It made the Delta operative want to lay down, the exhaustion from having fled form Super, endure two shifs, and nearly show-off with Agent Taylor's twin having sapped most of his energy. But... "Ms." Taylor was drawing closer, stopping a few feet away from the child. He couldn't relax with Agent Taylor's twin that close to him.
Delta Seven's fingertips brushed over the wristwatch. As he expected, there was no response elicited from the metallic accessory. There was an aura about Ms. Taylor, just like here was an aura about Agent Taylor.
>> "My name is Gemma. I work here at the school... you mustt have a lot of questions."
"No, Ms. Taylor," was Delta Seven's tired response, pinching the strap of the wristwatch and holding it out to her, "I asked the watch my questions, it gave me my answers... and Gawain gave me answers about 'school'."
The way he said that suggested that he used his powers to learn about "school" from Gawain.
Now that he thought about it, though... there were still some questions he had, "Actually... I would like to know about 'Rift' and 'Chase'. Especially 'Chase'."
The word that she'd kept calling him... it had to be important. A designation, for someone like him. Maybe the "him" of this world? Would he be allowed to meet "Chase"? Had Chase been through what he'd been through?
Posted by Chase Taylor on Jan 15, 2018 14:22:22 GMT -6
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Seven scowled at Agent Taylor, trying to make sense of the game that she was playing-- trying to make sense of her attempted consolations of how "no one" would heart him, or make him do anything, about how he was safe-- what a load of crap. But she wasn't trying to detain him. None of them were. He could attack now, while they were talking-- but Agent Taylor was still watching him.
Agent Taylor made began to move, and the child tensed-- what was she doing? She unhooked the watch from around her wrist and, stooping down, slid the watch his way.
>> "I am not who you think I am. There, you can look."
Skeptical eyes flicked towards "Ms. Taylor" again, before Seven warily stooped down and picked-up the watch. Shifting twice in such rapid succession meant that fleeing would be difficult once he lost the shift (if he lost the shit). Transforming was a gamble. Once in his hand, the sting of the watch's genetic residue immediately triggered a shift. Tendrils expanded and assumed a less-sickly brown. His height shot back-up.
Gemma Taylor. Age, 49. Guidance counselor at Xavier's.
Guidance counselor, Delta Seven asked the accessory? Images flickered in his mind's eye, of this world's Gemma Taylor sitting in a cozy office with individual students, each one with a different face, each one with a different posture, her own voice resonating with words of assurance from her plush armchair. About family... about friends... about college. You couldn't fabricate secrets left on items such as these. Not to this extent. Delta Seven, now fully transitioned into a faux!Gemma, looked at the three people that stood before him.
"Mirror," they murmured to the watch. Images of Gawain, and of a girl, simmered up in the child's mind. Meeting in the very same room as the previous vision, in the hall, in places underground, conversing. All very professional, all very consultative. They were on good terms. And papers. Their relationship was bogged in papers.
"SUPER," they murmured. Nothing. Nothing at all. Not even a passing thought. It all checked-out. Delta Seven unfurled their hand from around the watch, and set it on the ground. The form slipped back into his natural form as soon as the watch had been deposited. Weak from the shift, the child took a seat on the cold floor, wrapping his arms around his knees. Two shifts in one day was taxing. Even if neither form had been held for long.
"It's cold," Delta Seven observed. Would he get warmer clothes? Did the DR have heating?
