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.
Sam was glad that she followed his hints and kept her attention glued to the survey that she was now almost pretending to finish. A small part of him felt a bit disappointed that the only person who had actually volunteered to fill in his survey had been so rudely interrupted, but he did not have the time to dwell on that feeling.
"It would look bad if I didn't go get your meal, I'd have to go past him to get it one way or another."
Sam knew that what she said was right but it annoyed him anyway. Why should she have to keep up appearances and do things properly when that guy was breaking all the rules by camping out in a hostile fashion? He didn’t like the idea of letting her go past him but he could not see a way around it for the moment… well that was not entirely true. There was one way around this, all he had to do was confront the guy and then he would be sure that he would endanger no one but himself.
However Sam was not the hero type and finding a plan B was prominent in his mind. The scanned the room looking for some way to distract the guy. Then an idea came up, it was not a classy one or anything like that would it would help to see who this guy was after.
“Ok, how about this: you go to the kitchen and get what I ordered and I’ll get up and head to the restroom. We can see who he follows, if he follows. Who knows maybe he just likes staring?”
The door to the rest room was only a few meters away from the one to the kitchen, on the same wall, which meant that even if the guy made a move on the girl Sam would be able to intervene.
Sam waited as his words sunk in and were considered. He was genuinely curious about what the other man would decide, would pride and suspicion win or would common sense? He had to wait only a short time to find out.
“Fine…But no strange doctors.”
Sam smile tightened into something a bit strangled. No, strange, doctors… the words formed slowly in his head and he serious thought about shaking the person he was trying to save. What the hell did this guy want from him? He did not trust him, he did not trust anyone. Sam was seriously wondering if anyone would be good enough to be allowed to touch this guy.
“Only someone you trust.”
Oh and how many doctors was Sam supposed to know well enough to trust? He had heard of the doctor from the mansion and only good things had been said, but he had not had any reason to meet the man in person. As for any other doctors Sam had only lived in this city five months, he knew next to no one. Taking a rattling breath he gathered his thoughts and tried to lay out some options for this difficult patient.
“Well that narrows things down quite a lot then. I live at a school a small way out of town, there is a doctor there. But getting there seems like a challenge.” He paused for breath once more knowing that he was seriously going to regret saying what came next. “Or I have a friend, she’s rich and could come get us… her family would surely have a doctor on call.”
There those were all the options he could offer. If they were not good enough then that would be the end of this.
Sam watched as his waitress glanced past him and at the man in the doorway. She frowned a little and seemed equally perplexed by his attitude. He gave her a minute to study the situation and come up with a possible reason for the hostility. But he did deduce one thing from her momentary silence… whatever this was it was not usual.
"Sorry, I don't know. I'm still new and learning everyone's quirks.”
Well that was ok, although she had been kind when she had defined the staring as a “quirk”. He guessed there were intolerant people everywhere but it still surprised him to find someone like that in the midst of New York City. This was not some small backwater town where few foreigners came to settle, it was a huge multinational city that welcomed people from all over. He was about to express this surprise to his companion when she continued somewhat hesitantly.
“However, I honestly don't think he works here. If you want I can go ask the chef; he knows every one of the staff."
Her words sent a chill down his spine. What was this man doing here acting like a waiter if he did not work here… Whatever it was it did not bode well. He knew that whoever ran this place should probably be warned of this but he did not feel that sending a girl past this guy was a good idea. They had both glanced in his direction and he had to know that they were talking about him. With an effort he made sure that he looked straight at the waitress and tried to keep her attention on him.
“Well if he doesn’t belong here then he probably means trouble… So unless there is another way to the kitchen than through that door he is leaning against, I suggest you wait here.”
He glanced down at the survey she had half filled in, trying to return her attention to it rather than the man.
“I reckon that he has spotted our not so discreet glances by now and just strolling past him would not go well.”
Sam kind of felt trapped by the whole situation and what was sure was that he had most definitely lost his appetite. As he saw it they could wait and see how the situation evolved, try and contact the owner or he could leave and hope that the other guy left as well. But that last option was dangerous because if he was followed he had no way of defending himself if things went south and if the other guy stayed here then he might go after the girl.
As she asked if she could sit down he quickly nodded his head and indicated the chair opposite him. Once she was settled he fished out his pen and handed it to her. Not that it would have mattered if she had filled it out in bright purple. He would probably be the only one to read them anyway and with that thought he decided that she was at least entitled to know what the survey was for.
“I’m sorry if I’m bad at this whole survey thing. It’s my first time… And bright purple would have been fine, those are for my own survey,” He posed for a second and then decided to add a bit more detail. “I’m a sociology student.”
There he had at least explained the context to her and it had helped him relax a bit; although he could not help but glance over his shoulder every now and then to check if the other waiter was still staring or not. The guy was seriously giving him the creeps.
“Umm, Have I done something to bother your colleague? He’s been staring a hole in my back for a while now.”
He didn’t know why he asked the question and was pretty sure he would not like the answer. It would probably be something along the lines of “he hates Asian people” or even just “can’t stand people that harass you with surveys”. Well whatever it was the guy clearly had it in for him, he was starting to get worried that the guy would actually come over here soon.
The fact that Skydancer seemed un-phased by his roundabout and evasive description of his powers seemed strange to Sam. He knew that if he had been the one asking he would have felt a bit weird after receiving that kind of answer, but he was slowly coming to the conclusion that Sky was a “take things in your stride” kind of person. Who knew maybe, with a bit of luck, some of that personality would rub off on him.
He watched her for a minute and it looked like she was busy imagining all sorts of different powers for him. That made him smile a slightly bitter smile; he knew she would never be able to guess no matter how long she thought about it. Turning into people’s loved ones was not high on the list of fun and interesting powers people immediately thought off.
"I guess you're lucky in some ways to have a non-dangerous power,"
He would not go as far as lucky, he felt somewhat cheated by the fact that he had a completely useless power. He wouldn’t mind having a more interesting or battle worthy power at times at least that would provide him with a decent reason to have people look at him askance. As it was he had all the drawbacks of being a mutant with none of the perks… ok maybe not all the drawbacks; at least he still looked perfectly human.
"My power is. Or rather, it can be. But I'm fortunate in that it’s not really accidentally dangerous, you know? I can hurt people but it’s not at risk for getting out of control or anything."
Sounded like the perfect type of power to Sam, something that packed a punch when you needed it to and could stay quiet if not required. He tried to imagine what it would be like to actually enjoy his powers. To have something that was fun or super useful in everyday life, he reckoned that it must be pretty awesome. He remembered Darren and his rubber man powers, that he seemed pretty cool. Ok not obviously useful but still it was the kind of thing that could probably help in a sticky situation.
“Well I really wish I had your kind of powers then. Mine are really painfully useless.”
As he finished his sentence the large doors of the danger room appeared up ahead. This was going to be the hard part: working out what kind of program to input and well finding out how to input it in the first place. They drew to a stop by the computer panel outside the doors and he stopped to touch the screen.
“This is it. All we need to do now is managed to get the damned thing to work.”
The first thing the screen asked him was for his ID and the ID of anyone planning to go inside. This seemed logical because in case of any problems it was good to know who might be stuck inside and whether or not they could blow you up.
The other man looked at him through narrowed eyes as if weighing up his options. Sam could feel the distrust oozing in his direction and started to feel the anger rise up in him again. He had not asked to fall over some creepy guy bleeding to death in an alley, why was this suddenly his fault? For a second the idea of just up and leaving seemed very appealing. He could still hear the road sounds a little way off and it was ever so tempting.
“Nothing personal, but I have absolutely no interest in letting you touch my cut.”
That abrupt statement brought Sam’s sense of what was right back to the forefront. What was right was to help this guy no matter how he managed to rub him the wrong way. Sam also felt surprised at his own anger; he was usually so patient… gods Noel had pretty much told him that he was a doormat. So why was this guy getting to him so much?
“Well I don’t know the first thing about wounds so I don’t want anything to do with it anyway.”
Well that was not entirely true; he did have first aid training. But he felt that getting involved with this would just give the other guy something else to blame him for and he was not having any of that. He would give him some options, he could take them or leave them and then Sam would go his own way knowing that he had done his duty as a nice human being.
“So you have two choices: sit here and bleed to death on your own or come with me and we can try and figure out somewhere we can take you to get you patched up.”
Where exactly was another matter, because the more Sam thought of trying to get to the mansion the more impossible the task seemed. They would either have to take a cab or the tube… that or he could call Celeste and they could go by limo. That last idea almost made him smile he could just imagine the look on his snobby little friends face if he tried to convince her to let this guy in her limo.
“I live a little way off the center of town… getting there will not be easy. Or we can try a doctor’s office around here but that’s pot luck, we could end up with more trouble instead of help.”
Sam was saved from his uncomfortable predicament by the return of his waitress. She brought him his drink and provided a welcome distraction. As he was trying hard to ignore the ever present stare, he forced himself to study the girl as she stood by his table. She was not all that tall and slightly older than he was. She had dark skin and he could not help but wonder if she had some Latino or American Indian roots. And the thing he liked most about her so far was the open honest expression.
When he finally looked away from her he was relieved to notice that she had not been paying that much attention to him, she was busy glancing at his papers. He was just about to try his luck and broach the subject of the survey when she spoke.
"Do you need another one of those filled?"
His eyebrows rose in surprise. No one and he really meant no one Volunteered to fill in a survey. At least no one he had met so far. He was so taken aback by her question that it took him some time to find his voice again.
“Sure. I mean… you don’t mind? People usually hate these.”
He knew he was stuttering and if he did not shut up right now she might change her mind. So he forced himself to be quiet and picked up an empty survey sheet. He held it out for her in a hesitant manner, the last thing he wanted to do now was make her feel pressured. Gods knew he had only gotten eight or nine of these filled today, it literally was every single one counts.
“If you need a pen I have one.”
As he said it he realized how silly that statement was. After all she was a waitress, she had just taken his order with a pen.
Sam watched carefully as emotions played across the other man’s face. First panic then confusion then something more resentful… Fear came back to settle in the illusion mutant’s belly and he held his breath in anticipation of what might come next.
“Who are you?”
The shout made him wince he had expected anger but he had to admit that it was not a pleasant thing to have directed at you. The other thing he did notice however was how much effort it took for the stranger to shout at him; which was all at once reassuring and worrying. Reassuring because if it hurt to shout then assault was out of the question and worrying because this guy really really should see a doctor.
“And how do you know what my mother looks like?”
The question was a valid one, although Sam was pretty sure that this guy had already forgotten all about the fact that he had been told that it was an illusion and that Sam was not in fact his mother. A mix of fear and anger at having had the blame for this thrust upon him warred within Sam, was it his fault this guy was dying in an alley. Or that his mother was dead for that matter? God he hated it when his power made him look like a dead person, it was horrible to deal with.
“Look I don’t know what your mother looks like. I have no control over who you see me as. It’s like a psychic thing the information comes from you…” He stopped to let the information sink in. “… besides I did try and tell you that I’m not your mother.”
He thought about adding “it’s not my fault that you don’t listen” but that probably would have got him clobbered. Besides all that he really wanted now was to either get this guy to a medical facility or even to just leave him there, whatever it was he wanted to get the hell out of this alley.
“Look you really need to get those wounds seen to.”
As the waitress passed the weight of the burger decision back to him Sam could help but feel a little disappointed. Normally the restaurant staff had some kind of opinion regarding what was on the menu, even if it was only feedback gleaned from the customers. He looked up at his waitress once again and wondered if she was a new hire here because that would explain the lack of opinion. Whatever else she was she seemed nice and friendly enough so he decided not to keep her to long and to just pick something.
“Ok how about a cheeseburger and a coke then.”
He reckoned that you couldn’t go far wrong with that kind of choice because this place would have to be really bad to screw up a cheeseburger. Although now that he looked around there were very few other customers here which possibly did not bode well for the food quality. He turned his attention back to his pile of papers and started to sort through them. One pile for the already completed surveys and one for the blanks; as he finalized the two it was plain to see that the completed pile was looking a little worse for wear.
However as he worked he could not shake the feeling that someone was watching him. Turning slightly in his seat he glanced over in the direction the oppressive feeling had been coming from and stood in the entrance to the kitchen was one of the waiters. When the man noticed that he had been caught staring, instead of turning away and doing something else he shot Sam a grim smile. A chill went up the illusion mutant’s spine and he decided to return to his papers but the knowledge of the ill intentioned stare made him feel seriously uncomfortable.
Hamburger, cheeseburger, bacon burger… the Americans sure liked their burgers. Although Sam had to admit that the British were quite willingly following in their footsteps and the next time he went home for a visit he firmly expected all of the inhabitants of London to have gained at least 10 pounds. This assumption was based on the fact that he expected it to be years before he would next be invited home for a visit. As he was pretty sure that his step dad would want to forget about him as fast as possible. He sighed; there was no use dwelling on things you couldn’t change; what you could dwell on however was which of the long list of hamburgers to have for lunch.
As he had finally narrowed down his decision to a normal burger or a cheeseburger a figure stepped into his light. Looking up he saw that it was the waitress come to take his order, she was saying something to him but with Big Bang’s fantastic baby blaring in his ears he could not hear what it was. He hurriedly put down the menu and removed the ear piece nearest her so that he might hear.
“Sorry didn’t catch any of that.”
He gave her a shamefaced smile and finished putting away his ipod. He laid it on the table next to the pile of papers to be sure not to forget it. Then he picked up the menu again and opened it at the burger page. Pointing at the vast list he decided to ask her for her professional opinion.
“You have so many of these, I can’t choose. Which would you recommend?”
There that took care of the choice of his meal and he hoped that by asking her opinion the waitress would forgive him somewhat for his rudeness earlier.
Sam was glad to see that he had managed to draw the other man’s attention back to his wound. Maybe they could get out of this dark alley and back to somewhere more civilized. He knew the mansion had a very good medical staff; maybe they could go there… though moving an obviously wounded mutant through the streets would not be easy. His hope, however was short lived, as those white eyes came back to rest on him.
“If you’re not here for me, what are you doing here?”
The tone on which the question was asked suggested that the truth would be a welcome thing. But he had tried the truth and it had been ignored. Suppressing a sigh at the absurdity of the whole situation he decided that he would try the truth again… although he might bend it a bit to follow along with the whole ghost thing.
“I’m not really here; this is an illusion or a hallucination if you want. It’s….” He sought for what to say next when a flash of genius hit him. “… because of your wounds. The person you’re looking at is just a stranger trying to help. You really should let him help.”
Then with an effort of will that made him break out in a cold sweat, he forced his power off. It was a gradual thing, which he supposed could only help the other man decide that the ghost was fading. Now all he had to do was hope that he didn’t get pummeled.
Sam was out in the city once again with his pile of questionnaires. He had quickly discovered that the study of sociology was as much leg work as analysis of data, mainly because if you did not do any leg work you would not get any data to analyze. And he had also quickly learned that people really did not like filling in questionnaires about their life styles. That and a lot of people took one look at him and his Asian features and found that they really needed to be somewhere else fast. Good thing they did not know that he was also a mutant.
Now he was in some random part of town and it was lunch time; fact that his stomach had certainly not failed to remember. Luckily for him there was a small restaurant up ahead, it looked inviting enough although there were only a few customers. He approached and read through the menu, hamburgers, pastas, salads all the usual stuff was there and the prices were reasonable. Urged on by one last grumble from his stomach he pushed the door and let himself in.
As he entered one of the waitresses signaled that he should pick any table, so he went across to a reasonably isolated table in one of the corners. As he put down his paperwork he was glad that he was eating alone, there would not have been room for the papers and someone else. The thought made him smile; this was probably what they called being married to your work. He picked up the menu on the table to confirm his choice while letting the music from his ipod keep him company.
Sam’s smile widened as he was genuinely pleased that someone was coming with him. It appeared that he had subconsciously feared the whole experience and the fact of having someone there suddenly took that edge off. So with a lighter load he led his new acquaintance down the maze of corridors that was the basement.
"So, what's your power, if you don't mind my asking?"
And there it was the question no one in this academy could escape. The one thing everyone wanted to know about and really the one thing Sam did not like talking about. He had developed a nice standard answer to that question now but he really did not want to talk about it right now. The mood was good and he did not want his sullenness to ruin it. It appeared however that he was to be given a brief respite as his companion just kept talking.
"I'm Skydancer. Nice to meet you Sam."
He shook the extended hand and kept a smile on his face relieved that now at least he had a name to call her by. This however did not free him from having to answer her question. His mind through all the ways he could cover the subject without being either rude or elusive. When the answer finally came to him he was quite pleased with it.
“How about you wait to see it for yourself? That’s what I’m going to the danger room to train. I have a tendency of letting it activate when I’m under pressure. It’s… inconvenient.”
He hoped that she would not pry any further. It was always hard to see the look of curiosity that sparked in people’s eyes when he told them of his power. They all wondered who they would see if he activated it. And when he did turn it on their curiosity often disappeared as fast as it came, it turned out seeing your loved one without them actually being there was not a pleasant experience for most people.
“I will tell you this though, it’s not dangerous, it’s a passive ability. But it can sometimes mess with people’s heads.”
He let the words die. He knew he had let his negativeness about the whole thing take over once again. And that only comforted his decision to do something about this stupid uncontrollable power.
So my boyfriend decided to change our internet provider and we have now been cut off. However the new internet bow is no where to be seen so I'll be away for a bit as we wait for it to finally show up. Sorry guys.
