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.
At the mention of the danger room his new companions face light up. Well he couldn’t blame her; the danger room was an awesome piece of technology. He had been really impressed when he had first seen it and he still wondered why more of these things did not exit out in the world. They would make the world’s best entertainment system. You would however have to remove the option that allowed you to create mutant killing human sized, mace wielding nutcrackers.
That mutant control lesson had somewhat reduced his enthusiasm for the place. Nearly being killed by an army on your first visit will do that to you. But the memory almost made him smile now and it meant that he knew he was going to have to be very careful with what kind of program he loaded. As the girl mentioned that she had never seen the place herself he decided to offer to show her.
“You can come along if you want. I’m not entirely sure how I’m going to use it yet but that’s kind of part of the fun.”
Sam had been planning to try and put himself on a stressful situation so as to try and test his control. But now he was wondering if knowing that things were just illusions or machines would limit his reactions. Well he would just have to see that when he got there. Smiling at the girl he started to make his way back down the corridor, the danger room was not that far now. He wondered what she would want to do in there, which lead him to realize that he did not even know her name. He felt a bit ashamed that he had not bothered to introduce himself and decided to remedy that straight away.
As the other man leaned forward to inspect him, Sam nervousness grew exponentially. He was trying very hard to be calm but the more he tried the more stressed and scared he became and that meant that switching his power off was becoming more and more impossible to achieve. He decided that step one in calming down was sitting still so he concentrated on that as the battered mutant reached out his hand to confirm whether or not he was lying. Surely once that guy’s hand passed through his glamour then there could be no more confusion. He’d probably have to apologize but at least he’d be free to go, right?
So he stayed still as the hand reached out past his ear to try and connect with something that was not really there. He watched the other’s expression turn from genuinely surprised to troubled. Well Sam had never been able to experience his own power but he reckoned that it must be pretty weird having your hand just pass through someone. As the dark figure returned to a sitting position he was expecting to be berated for not having a hold on his power or even maybe an apology for having been mistaken for someone else, but that was not to be.
“So you’re dead then?”
Wait, what? The man’s statement was so unexpected that Sam found that for a moment he could not really comprehend what he was being asked. Dead? Why would he be dead? How did looking like this guy’s mother make him dead?
“If you are dead, how are you able to be here?”
Slow realization began to dawn on Sam. The more this guy said the more the pieces fell into place. Apparently he was not taking to him; he was talking to the illusion… The thought of it made Sam feel sick, not because the guy was crazy but because it meant that whoever he was his mum was dead, or probably dead. A wave of sadness and sympathy washed over Sam, followed very shortly by a wave of fear. How was this guy sitting in an alley, beaten up wondering if his mother was dead or not? It seemed really fishy to Sam.
“Have I died too?”
Sam knew the question needed an answer but he felt he had to be really careful what he said right now. The last thing he wanted to do was make this guy anymore upset. He felt that at least he could tell him he was not dead and who knew maybe suggesting that he get help for those wounds would get them out of this horrible alley and back to somewhere a lot safer.
“You’re not dead but you’re hurt. Those injuries need seeing to.”
There that seemed like a nice motherly type of thing to say. As for whether she was dead or not that was not something he could answer. So he decided to make something up to try and stop anymore unanswerable questions coming his way.
“As for what happened to me, I can’t remember any of it.”
"I'm not really going anywhere, I think better when I walk and I have a lot of think about lately."
Sam could understand the need to take a breath and gather ones thoughts. He had been doing exactly that since that depressing night in the alley. But he could not think and walk at the same time. The idea reminded him of something one of his “girl” friends had told him over and over “men can’t do two things at once”. Well it appeared that it was true for him at least about some things; he was not the greatest multitasker.
"Trying to figure out my future, and all that. One thing about The Mansion is that it’s helped make it very clear that I actually have one of those to think about now."
Sam was surprised at how easily this girl he had only just met volunteered information. He found it strange and refreshing at the same time. Most of the conversations he had at the moment had to be thought out before he dared say anything. Celeste would cry at him if he put his foot in it and Michael did not understand things unless you made sure they could fit in his world. Then there was April, he had seen quite a bit of her recently and ever since that weird first meeting things had stayed awkward. He made a mental note to try and find some more laid back friends because the ones he had now were lovely but exhausting.
As for the girls statement about her future he found it interesting that by coming here she had discovered a path for herself whereas he felt trapped. He could however relate to her, he had just made a decision about his own future and he now felt that at least a small sense of purpose had been returned to him.
“Well I just recently came to the conclusion that we have to build our own future. This place protects you but what you do while you’re here is up to you.”
He hoped that his opinion might help her somewhat. He did not know what her circumstances were and therefore had no specific advice to give her. But as encouragement he decided to let her know that he was off to build the start to his own path.
“Actually I’m off to work on my own future right now,” the idea made him smile “have you ever seen the danger room?”
As he pushed into the depth of the mansion, Sam was surprised to hear a second pair of footsteps off somewhere in the corridors ahead. His curiosity was quickly pricked and he found himself wondering who would be down here and where they were headed. However he knew that trying to guess who it might be was pointless. As it was highly unlikely that anyone he actually knew would be down here, unless of course it was one of the teachers.
But it appeared that he would not have to be curious for long as the footsteps were growing closer. He strained his hearing to try and figure out where the other would appear from and he decided that the sound was coming from the left. Slowing a bit so as not to pass the intersection up ahead Sam almost found himself holding his breath as the figure came into sight. To say that the person that came round the corner was as far from his guess as physically possible was an understatement.
She was short and well… it was pretty obvious why she was at the institute. The girl that came round the corner put him in mind of the alien characters in dodgy cartoons. Sam bit his lip, he had been at the school for several months now and had met and befriended all sorts of different mutants, but he could not help the thoughts that popped into his head at times. He felt like his own mind was betraying him and was heartily grateful that he father had taught him to think before he spoke.
As it turned out however the girl had not even noticed he was there, which wiped sensory or psychic mutation from her possible list of powers. Sam stood bemused as he watched her come almost directly at him. He wondered how long it would take her to realize that he was standing there. The answer to that was that she did not realize he was there until collision was imminent; in the end he dodged her as much as she dodged him.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I almost ran right into you!"
Sam bit down on the sarcastic answer that rose up, it would not do to be rude to someone you had only just met. Instead he put a smile on his face and decided that this near collision was probably mostly his fault as well. No normal person just stands silently in an empty corridor.
“Don’t worry about it, maybe just look up a bit more when you’re walking around… Where are you going like that anyway?”
The last question just kind of slipped out, his curiosity had gotten the better of him yet again.
Sam watched helplessly as the other’s eyes widened in shock. Whoever he had just turned into seemed to have come as a surprise. Not that that was unexpected, he knew full well that the fact that someone you know and love suddenly turning up in a dark alley was enough to surprise mostly anyone. But there was something more than just surprise in the man’s expression something that looked like a mix of awe and anguish.
Whatever it was Sam was pretty sure that it did not bode well for him. He started slowly readjusting his position so that he could make a dash in the right direction when the time was right. During those few seconds he kept his gaze firmly locked with the eerie white ones facing him. Tensing the muscles in his calves he started to count to three in his mind; at three he would run.
One… Two…
“Mom?”
Three never came.
There was something in that question that stopped the illusion mutant in his tracks. He did not know if it was the fragility of the word and all the emotions it carried or whether the fact that this man’s most beloved person was his mother. But emotions echoed through Sam and brought up a sadness he had not known he was carrying. As far as he was concerned he was angry at his mother for forcing him out of her life, he had not realized how hurt he actually was that she no longer wanted to see him.
He straightened up and sat on his heels and this time he actually took the time to look at the person he had been so diligently avoiding. The man was a mess, his clothes were tattered and if his poor night vision was not falling him bloodstained. If he had not thrown something at him earlier, Sam would now be ready to believe that this guy could be more scared of him than the other way round. However the man was clearly also a mutant and Sam was still wary of the nature of his powers. Tentatively he decided that he should at least answer the man’s question.
“No, I’m not your mother.”
He knew that his statement probably did not seem very credible right now for his powers also leant him the voice of the person he was copying. There was however one sure way of convincing people that it was an illusion, touch. His body did not change, he just projected a layer of illusion between himself and the person targeted by his mutation.
“If you don’t believe me that you can touch me, this appearance is an illusion.”
Now all he had to do was turn the damned thing off.
The hallway echoed his footsteps as he made his way further into the depths of the school. Sam had only been down here once before and that had been one hell of a brutal first time. For the illusion mutant was headed down to the danger room, that place where you could create any kind of environment and any kind of virtual situation. In Sam’s eyes it was a small miracle of science and most days he seriously wished he knew enough about engineering to even begin to understand how it worked.
For today however he would be content with just figuring out how to obtain the set up he wanted without summoning anything that wanted to blow him up. The memory of Granny’s mutation control class and their blood thirsty army was still fresh in his mind and he was never going to try that again if he could help it. Besides it had been hard enough to convince himself to get this far, he did not want to have to face his mutation but he had come to the conclusion something was going to have to be done. He could not keep losing control of it as soon as his stress levels peaked.
Sam had been at the mansion several months now and he had to admit that life here was good. The schooling was excellent and you had everything you needed to be comfortable. However it had not helped him with his mutation yet, not really. Granny’s class had just left him feeling bitter and useless and he had not gone back since. So what future was left for him if this place could do nothing for him? Would he get his degree and then be left to his own devices to try and find a job where he would not be found out? As he was now how could he not be found out?
These questions had been haunting him and he had finally come up with this as being the only answer. He was going to have to push himself both physically and mentally so that he could better control his state of mind and his stress levels; which was what was leading him down the silent echoing corridor to the danger room.
As Sam followed the sound of traffic he was, for once, very grateful that he had forgotten to charge his ipod the day before. It was something he forgot to do quite regularly and it drove him crazy but no matter how much he hated himself for forgetting he just could not seem to quick the habit. Tonight however his absent mindedness was what was leading him back to civilization, or so he hoped.
He made his way further down the alley and into the shadows, was this really the way forward? Doubt started to flood him and he shot a look back at the way he had just come. There was nothing to tell him if he was right or wrong, except that back there was well light and up in front was dark and gloomy. Swallowing his sense of foreboding the teen decided to push on. The road sounded close now, he was probably better off not turning back.
“Piss off!”
The sudden burst of sound startled him so badly that it felt as though his heart was trying to climb out of his chest. He had not really understood what had been said if anything but he did note the object that suddenly came flying in his direction. Whatever it was missed by a mile but that did not ease his fear. There was someone there in the gloom at the foot of the wall, he could just make out a figure slumped on the ground. Was it a drunk? Probably, who else shouts random things at you while throwing stuff? Not that the idea of it being a drunk put him anymore at ease.
He looked back the way he had come; the brightly light path was starting to look a lot more tempting. However he could almost swear he could see the flash of headlights up ahead… So what it really came down to was how afraid he was of one drunken person. The answer was pretty damned scared but the more he studied the path ahead the more certain he became that he could get far enough away from the man to get past unmolested. Okay it was decided he would take the shortest route home, gathering up his courage he edged forward and away from the shape.
However the best laid plans never quite work out. As he was making his way slowly round the figure he kept his eyes locked on the shape straining to catch any movement that might betray an attack. Which meant that he was not looking where he was putting his feet… Suddenly the ground disappeared from where it should have been and he found himself falling forward towards the person he had been so diligently avoiding.
Instinctively he put out his hand to break his fall and a sharp jolt of pain ran up his arms as his hands impacted the pavement. He let out a hiss of pain and slowly looked up to assess the situation. Which was a bad call, he should just have stood up straight away. Because as it turned out he was now only inches away from that figure that looked just as dark from close up as it had from a distance.
As he met the other’s eyes, those white empty eyes, fear took over and that tell tale prickling sensation spread through him. He knew he was looking at someone that could have come directly from one of his nightmares; however he no longer had any idea who that person was looking at. His mutation had kicked in and whose appearance he now wore was out of his control.
As Chase explained what he had done Sam nodded in agreement. The boy had done a good job in selecting places to put the posters and the illusion mutant was more than happy to go with that layout. He quickly set to work with pins and unrolled the first poster. It was a group picture with lots of different characters on it; Sam hoped that Michael would be ok with that. After all there was not just Ichigo in Bleach.
“Can you tell me if I’m pinning it strait, it’s hard to see from up close.”
I turned out that the walls in the mansion were pretty damned hard and by the time Sam had put up a couple of posters his thumb was already pretty sore. But they needed to finish and besides this had been his stupid plan to begin with. He crossed the room once more, trying his best to avoid the stray bits of lego that littered the floor; which made him wonder if the boy had a box or something like that to put all of this away.
He pushed the idea away and concentrated on the task at hand. It would not do to stick a pin in your own thumb because you were not paying enough attention. As he finished pushing the last pin for that poster into the wall all that was left was the one over the desk. That one would take a bit of mountaineering to put up. After looking over the desk he decided that moving the computer somewhat and kneeling on the desk was probably the best, if not the most comfortable, way forward. He was proud to admit that he had not struggled too much to get on the desk and he reckoned that Chase might not think him to old and broken.
Stepping back into the center of the room to examine the finished product, he was proud of their handiwork. And he was pretty sure that Michael would like it, although he hoped that it would not come as to much of a shock. Turning to Chase he decided to give him one last mission.
“So do you think he will like it? Oh and I have one more favor to ask. Would you go and find Michael now and show this to him? I’m not sure he would be able to handle the change if he were to see this on his own for the first time.”
As days went today had been long and tedious and Sam was starting to seriously wish that it would just end. He had spent all of his day wandering the city in search of homeless shelters in which he could conduct his survey. Because he had after all chosen sociology as his major and he was now required to go out and get some actual data on what people did and how they lived.
So far the data he had collected was slim compared to the insults and abuse he had received. As it turned out homeless people did not really like talking about themselves to an Asian kid with what they considered to be a posh London accent. He had gotten so desperate at one point that he had actually considered trying to use his power to get him places. However the limitations of his ability had quickly put at stop to that idea, as he doubted anyone would believe that their loved one was performing a sociology survey.
He looked at his watch, it read ten fifteen. He had left the mansion this morning at just after eleven which meant that he had been doing this for nearly twelve hours. During which time he had stopped off for lunch quickly at around three but had eaten nothing since and now his stomach was making him pay for that. He let out a sigh, it was not really that he wanted to still be out and hungry at this time, it was just that he was pretty much completely lost now.
The last shelter he had gone too had been in a maze of small alleyways and when he had left there almost an hour ago he must off taken a wrong turn on his way back to the subway. Now he was even more lost and he had to admit that the alley he was in now was a lot darker than he would have liked. But he pushed on because he could hear a road not far off and he was hoping that if he could get back to that he would find some indication of how to get back to somewhere warm with food.
Well for a start I reckon that if the two were to meet in a dark alley somewhere I'm not entirely sure that Shane would be the only one who feels like he's seeing a ghost... or black spectre thingy
I'll give it some thought tomorrow and try and get a starter post in reasonably quickly.
Chase very obediently went about the task he had been given which allowed Sam to concentrate on trying to get the bed to look somewhat organized. As it turned out this was not an easy task, one of the corners of the duvet had got stuck somewhere inside the cover and was not for cooperating. It took a great deal of shacking and pulling to finally get it to behave. After that the pillow cases seemed much less of a hassle to Sam.
“You’re going to nail the figurines to the wall, too?”
The question interrupted what he was doing and so his reaction was somewhat delayed. However once the words did finally sink in he turned in surprise to look at the boy. To his relief Chase looked a bit confused by his own question, which was only normal after all because no one in their right mind would nail figurines to the wall.
“No, the figurines are just to be set down on shelves and stuff to decorate.”
There he hoped that he had made everything clear to the boy and that no further strange questions would be asked. He did however decided to hurry what he was doing so that he could be sure that Chase would not decided to do anything strange. The sheet went on the bed quickly and he could finally put the whole thing together. Once he was done he stood back to take a look at it and he had to say that he was more than pleased with the result. There was no way that Michael would not want to sleep in this bed now.
Content with his work he turned his attention back to Chase, he would see where the boy had decided to put the posters and if he agreed that the location was suitable, or that it was at least a wall, then he would pin up the posters.
OOC: Following Rook's departure, I'm closing off this mini plot seeing as he was running it...
The rest of the day on set was spent filming the action scene and Sam spent a good part of it marveling at the whole process. He learnt a lot that day about the effort it took to make a movie and by the end of it he was seriously glad that he had not decided to become a movie star. It looked so difficult to change your personality and expressions instantly as the word “action” resounded across the set. And then you would only be filming a couple of minutes at a time over and over again.
The illusion mutant had done some theatre acting and he decided that he liked that best; at least the story flowed from one end to the other without interruption. So you knew what was coming and what your role was much more clearly than in this kind of situation. But he was glad he came, not only did he get to see a lot of new things but he was walking away with 500 dollars for a day of standing around. And he had managed to patch things up with April, at least a bit, things felt slightly less awkward and that could only be a good thing.
He did however decide not to come back to set the next day, he did not feel that he belonged there, and he felt kind of bad taking money from them for doing nothing. He smiled to himself, his stint in Hollywood had been brief but at least he could say it had happened.
