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 Oct 26, 2011 21:58:30 GMT -6
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>> "No. You are just unique. One thing you can learn from all the different mutants with all the different mutations: everyone is special in their own way. And if you ask me, that's a good thing."
"I haven't met many mutants," Chase confessed. He looked down at his hand, counting off how many he had met, "Four, I think. And you." Even if Gemma wasn't technically a mutant.
Chase had always been taught that different was bad. He figured that, if there were certain differences were unavoidable, he could at least be the same as people who were different like he was. He didn't want to be special. He never had. He wanted to be just like everyone else.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 25, 2011 22:03:01 GMT -6
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>> "Well... most mutants find out about their powers when they are teenagers. Some of them even later. I am not a mutant, but something very similar, and I did not know about my ability until I was already a grown-up. It really depends on what your ability is... But using it so early as you do, it's rare."
"Oh," was the slightly confused and disheartened response. He didn't know if that "rare" was a good one or a bad one. Chase surveyed his sandwich shyly.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 25, 2011 19:40:16 GMT -6
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>> "He certainly could. The school is open to anyone, we just usually get older kids because most mutations don't manifest so early. But yes, if an eight-year-old wanted to go to school here, we could arrange that."
"Good," Chase beamed as he took a bite out of his sandwich, his primary concern quelled. Even at his young age, he knew that school was important, and was eager to get back into it. The fact that it was a mutant school made it all the better. His curiosity compelled him to ask more questions.
"When do mutations normally-" what was that word Gemma had used? "-manifest?"
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 24, 2011 23:03:35 GMT -6
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Chase munched on his sandwich and listened. While Gemma's sandwich would have featured on the cover of a magazine, Chase's looked... Well, like an eight-year-old had made it. This information sounded vaguely familiar, or parts of it did. Chase recalled that day when he'd met Aedus and Agnes. Oh, yes-- this was the place that she had spoken of.
"Is it just a big kids' school?"Chase inquired. He'd seen only big kids thus far, and Agnes was a big kid, too, "What about... say, an eight-year-old? What if an eight-year-old wanted to go to school here?" Chase obviously wasn't asking for strict metaphorical purpose. He didn't say outright that he was asking in regards to himself, but... Gemma was probably smart enough to know that he was.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 24, 2011 21:43:32 GMT -6
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>> "Hmmm... I think I'll stick to the classics."
Gemma popped the two jars open for Chase with ease, then set them before him once again. His hands were just too weak.
"Thanks," Chase chirped. He took the knife back up in his hand, and went on spreading the grape jelly on the first slice. Once that was done he scraped the excess jelly off of the knife, and went on to the peanut butter.
>> "So, this is it... Oh, we also have a library with a lot of books. And classrooms. And an infirmary with a very nice doctor who is also a mutant."
That sounded like a lot more than what they has seen. Chase cleaned the knife off once again, replaced the lids on the jars, and completed the sandwich. He took an experimental bite. Maybe, a bit too much peanut butter--
"Can I see those, too?" Chase inquired, after finishing his first bite. Or did he have to say he'd stay first before getting the full tour? "Please, Miss Gemma?"
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 24, 2011 14:32:50 GMT -6
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>> "Nah... You would need to have a very special mutation to make me believe that. Otherwise, you are stuck with decent food..."
Chase sighed, adjusting his hold on the counter. It had been worth a shot-- Chase liked chocolate, so if he could convince Gemma that he could only eat that? But, grown-ups were smarter than that. Oh, well.
Chase watched as Gemma arranged the ingredients so that Chase could reach them, and they were all fanned out. She even pulled up a chair, and grabbed him a plate. Chase clambered onto the chair while Gemma spoke.
>> "Now. Here is your plate, there is the bread, and here is everything else. You can choose what you want to put on your sandwich. You are free to have more than one, so don't stuff it full at one go."
"Okay," Chase agreed. He surveyed the ingredients before him, lips puckered uncertainly. There were so many decisions to choose from. He drew his plate with its two slices of bread closer, brow furrowing speculatively. Maybe... peanut butter and jelly? Yeah, that sounded good...
Chase slid those two jars closer to him, and then grabbed the butter knife.
"What kind of sandwich will you have?" Chase asked Gemma, small hands fussing with the jar of grape jelly. He couldn't open it.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 24, 2011 11:36:41 GMT -6
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They made their way back to the kitchen. Gemma began unpacking the shopping bags, so Chase stood up on his tiptoes, grasping the edge of the counter so that he could see over its edge, "Can I help, Miss Gemma?"
Gemma proposed sandwiches.
"Sandwiches sound good," Chase agreed. Sandwiches actually sounded fantastic, for Chase hadn't had some of those in a while, "I'm not allergic to anything... not picky either..."
He'd never been given the opportunity to be a picky eater, in his younger years. Chase either ate what he was given, or he didn't eat. Gemma went on putting the groceries away, explaining that some students had all kinds of "tastes and restrictions", to which Chase inclined his head, and inquired, "Like... students that can only eat chocolate?"
Chase didn't sit down. He simply stood at the edge of the counter, watching as the groceries gradually shrank to the materials needed for sandwich-making. He didn't sit because he wanted to help, wanted to be of some use in the sandwich-making process, much the same as any kid would.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 23, 2011 21:09:39 GMT -6
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>> "Human shifter?..."
Chase nodded, "I guess you could call it that..."
His father's words of choice had always been "sub-human doppelganger", which was a term that Chase had tucked away, but didn't use. It was a big word, and a funny one, but he'd save it for when he was trying to impress someone with big words.
>> "Wow, that is a very rare ability... I would love to see it later. So-- What do you say we go back to the kitchen and get something to eat, I kind of skipped lunch. If you decide to stay, we can look for a room for you after. Hm?"
Chase smiled shyly at the way she said "rare", as if it were something to be proud of. His eyes seemed to glow with delight. She even wanted to see it later! This Gemma-lady was so cool. Chase nodded his head when Gemma suggested lunch, and immediately stopped eating his apple. He understood the difficulty of watching someone else while you had not.
"Okay," Chase agreed. The two began their return back to the kitchen, with Chase lagging behind Gemma while he looked around, then scurrying after her when he realized that he'd fallen behind. He was fascinated by the few other students that were in the halls, those visibly mutated, and those that weren't. None of them spared him more of a glance, perhaps a brief but polite greeting to Gemma, before continuing on. A lot of them were older kids, and very tall, but... none of them even did a double-take at Chase.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 23, 2011 20:22:20 GMT -6
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Chase lagged behind Gemma, his head craning up towards the upper windows of the building as they approached. This wasn't the way he'd imagined Xavier's to be-- with how poorly his parents had spoken of it, he believed that it would be more bleak and prison-like, with bars on the windows and Doberman Pinscers. The place before him, though-- this place looked so grand, and beautiful.
"Like a castle," Chase observed. He trotted to catch up with Gemma as they crossed the threshold into the foyer, eyes roving around as she spoke. It was by far the nicest building Chase had ever seen in his short life. He listened as Gemma explained some basics about the Mansion, and led him to the kitchen.
The kitchen... Gemma set her bags down on the counter, began to talk about how the food was open to be eaten, if it wasn't already marked with someone's name. That was easy enough for Chase to commit to memory. He nodded, and shyly picked an apple out of a fruit bowl before scurrying out of the room after Gemma-- what, he was hungry!
They then went to the offices, all the while Chase attempted to nibble on the apple quietly. They stopped in front of Gemma's office, at which point, she faced Chase. Chase stopped munching on the apple to listen. Gemma explained that this was her office, which was where Chase could find her if she wasn't in her room. Chase's gaze flicked to the door, which boasted a plaque that read, "Gemma Taylor", then a couple of smaller words, which Chase couldn't sound out before the conversation's topic shifted.
>> "I am not going to pry into anything you don't want to tell me, but if you would like to stay, I do need to ask a few questions to check you in. Mostly, about your mutation. What is it exactly that you can do?..."
Chase blinked. That question was easy enough-- Jude had asked him the same question, so Chase assumed it was a customary exchange among mutants, just as it was customary among kids to exchange their ages. He was glad that Gemma wasn't going "to pry", much unlike the social workers would.
"I can make myself look different," Chase answered simply, "Like a whole other person, or just a little different..." Chase shrugged, stared down at his apple for a moment, "It's easier to do one or the other certain ways, though... I'm not very good at looking like a whole other person without something of theirs." Chase nodded at his explanation, to show that he'd finished, took a bite of his apple, and looked towards Gemma for the next question. He'd show her, but with that "no powers" bubble around her, it was an impossible feat.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 23, 2011 10:56:49 GMT -6
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As Aedus held open the door to the cab, Chase clambered in, body groaning as he bent to fit in through the door. Chase planted himself in the middle, in-between the Aedus and Agnes. It only made sense that he sit in the center seat—he had the smallest butt, as well as the shortest legs. With another physical complaint, Chase stiffly turned to buckle himself in, all the while Aedus instructed the cab driver on where they wanted to go.
The cab driver agreed, and the taxi cab eased into motion, merging gracefully into the steady stream of traffic. Being in the taxi felt so bizarre and disconnected, like floating down the street in a bubble. Chase gazed out the front window, between the gap in the front seats, watching as the taxi cab consumed the road before it, drawing the eclectic smattering of buildings closer. A comfortable silence fell, but it wasn’t a long-lasting one—Chase had a question for Aedus that was simply dying to be asked, one that he could no longer hold back.
“So, Aedus,” Chase began, his tone soft, but not quite a whisper. Chase leaned close to Aedus, his gaze flickering uncertainly between the bike messenger and the cab driver. It was obvious that Chase was trying to be secretive, but the truth of the matter was, the whole cab could probably hear him, “Can you really boil blood?”
Typical little-boy question-- James cleared his throat, to signify that he’d heard the inquiry, and Chase flushed, quickly sitting back up. It was a question asked in innocent curiosity, but it wasn’t necessarily an appropriate question for a cab ride. Chase didn’t know that, so he blushed again, quickly glancing out the window on Agnes’s side of the taxi cab.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 22, 2011 15:44:17 GMT -6
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Autumn 2011
Gotta Get Down (Ami//Puck//Chase) In which Chase goes to mall to get warm, and winds up getting far more than he bargained for.
Familiar Faces (Jude//Chase) 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//Chase) 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//Chase) 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) 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//Chase) An older boy at Xavier's shows Chase the ropes of trick-or-treating.
You Can't Run Forever (Mama T//Jorge//Chase//Various NPC's) 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//Chase) Some fun on the ice turns sour when Chase finds a thin spot and falls through.
Chasing the Future (Katrina//Chase) Chase is approached by the Oracle, who has an interesting proposition. INTRO TO ORACLE ARC.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 22, 2011 12:47:55 GMT -6
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He was indeed one of a kind, or at least one of very few. Never had he seen or heard of another runaway even remotely close to his age. Not alot of eight-year-olds had that kind of initiative.
Chase was silent for most of the ride-- he felt rude for not speaking, yet at the same time, he couldn't think of anything to say. He didn't want to talk about himself, particularly around a cab driver. For the most part, Chase just gazed out the window and let his mind wander. Mostly, he looked towards the buildings, trying to guess which building the school was.
The taxi veered to the left, pulling up to a large property, surrounded by a tall iron-wrought fence. A small booth was located at the gate, out of which a young man walked. He spared only a glance at Chase before addressing the driver. Chase shifted his gaze towards the plaque on the booth, sounding the simple, capital letters slowly.
Xavier's Sister School.
Xavier's? Chase glanced at Gemma, his face set in confusion. Xavier's was a school? His parents had never told him anything like that.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 21, 2011 15:11:12 GMT -6
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Chase slid into the cab ahead of Gemma, to the far, street-side seat. He shifted his gaze towards the cab driver shyly, and the cab driver regarded him in the rearview mirror. The cabbie smiled, and Chase dipped his head, pulling his hood low once again. Gemma slid in beside him, and clicked the door shut. Chase listened as she instructed the cab driver on where to go.
The taxi cab felt so alien to Chase-- he hadn't been in a car since before he'd run away, so it was something he'd grown unaccustomed to. Chase nearly forgot to buckle his seatbelt, until the cab driver made that request. Oh, yeah-- Chase buckled himself in, and folded his hands upon his lap, looking out the window. Storefronts and buildings rocketted past as the taxi lunged into motion.
>> "Where are you from? If you don't mind telling me."
Chase's gaze flickered from the surroundings outside to Gemma, a small frown touching his face.
Syracuse.
That was the one thing that he didn't want to talk about. Even if he liked Gemma, even trusted her, he neither liked nor trusted anyone enough to ever talk about that awful place.
"Upstate," Chase mumbled, his voice going husky with hesitance, "I came to the city about a month or two ago." His gaze trailed from Gemma to his hands. Was where he came from really so important? Or was it something that people usually asked one another? His gaze went back to Gemma.
Posted by Chase Taylor on Oct 20, 2011 22:28:54 GMT -6
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Even with Chase's noncommital answer, Aedus kept his word. He even mentioned some extra keys, though to Agnes, rather than Chase. Once again, connotations went right over his head-- he thought Aedus was perhaps making a stab at Chase's ability to keep track of keys, as if he were too young to be responsible for such a thing. But then, before Chase could indignantly leap to any conclusions, Aedus turned his attention back to Chase. He couldn't and wouldn't make him come with, but he'd give him a key. His door was always open, and he could always come by if he were hungry.
And, as if Aedus had just offered him something as insignificant as loaning him a pencial, the bike messenger turned his attention to lunch, inquiring as to what they might like to eat. Chase was too busy staring at Aedus in silent wonderment to answer. This guy... was perhaps the most aweome guy that he'd ever met. Not only did he throw himself in front of Chase, and then fight off his attackers, but he was nice, too-- he was offering his to feed him and let the the little mutant boy live under his roof, no questions asked. Chase was stunned into a deeper silence. All he could do was stare.
No, he absolutely reffused to start crying again.
Chase was shaken out of his silence when Agnes spoke. Oh yeah, Aedus had asked about lunch, hadn't he? He took a moment to consider. No burgers or hot dogs. No pretzels. That had been the entirety of his diet for the past few months-- everything else was too difficult to grab-and-go.
"Maybe... do you guys like... Chinese food?" Chase inquired, throwing a random type of fast-food into the air. He wasn't used to having a say in things, so when he was given any form of power or decision-making position, he tended to be almost ridiculously diplomatic about it. Aedus went to hail a cab, while Chase remained beside Agnes on the sidewalk. His gaze was still trained on Aedus, though, his disbelief still not fully evaporated. Then, Agnes began talking, and he tilted his gaze towards her, instead.
"A whole year?" Chase breathed. He'd only been on the streets for... what was it, now, October?... a couple of months, then. He didn't think he would ever make it a whole year. His gaze flickered with astonishment as he looked at Agnes, and perhaps some sympathetic sorrow. As Agnes turned to a more optimistic subject, Chase continued to watched her face, but his face developed a small smile, the corners of his eyes raising. It sounded like a fairy tale. A school, full of mutant kids? A place without human bullies, without people constantly judging you? And, Agnes was there, and he'd always have a friend in her...
"That would be--" he broke off, as a cab pulled up to the curb, his face flushing for perhaps the thousandth time that afternoon. These people were so intense, and though Chase deeply appreciated it, he was cracking under the pressure of their intense offers, "That would be really cool."
