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 Emily Leveau on Aug 10, 2015 20:03:20 GMT -6
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Emily moved back towards her old friend. The woman had her head down, her eyes out of focus, her mouth slightly agape. “You weren’t lie’n. Cows don’t look too good. Hate to have to cull the heard.” Mary continued to keep her head down, her voice was barely above a whisper. “It’s these darn coyotes. They rile them up, causing all this madness. Can you spend the night, Emily? We can go berry picking in the morning.”
“I’d love to spend the night. Maybe I’ll help your mom cook breakfast.” The dead girl stared out into the visiting area. Everyone was so complacent. Dread began to build up in the base of her brain-stem. “I think we should stay out in the barn tonight. Maybe we’ll get a glance of the man in the woods. Watch out, he watches you sleep.”
Emily nodded slowly. Mary was trying to tell her something. The man in the lab coat was still standing near by. Glancing around, people in lab coats stood in ear shot of the five or six other guests in the area. She had to somehow get a look around, somewhere without prying eyes, somewhere where the man couldn’t watch them sleep. The barn? Emily continued to carry on a conversation with Mary as she looked around the courtyard. There was a shed-type structure connected to a section of the building. The structure was worn down with one pad-lock keeping the door shut. This must be the “barn” Mary was talking about. “I’m not sure if I want to stay in the barn. The loft was a little rickety the last time we stayed there. And the barn door tends to get stuck.”
“It’s the safest place. Popa may not want us out there, though. We’ll sneak in after dark. Sshhhhh!” Mary put her finger next to her lips, her hands shaking slightly.
But what was Emily suppose to do? There was no way for her to even approach the worn down structure without someone stopping her.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 10, 2015 21:32:06 GMT -6
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The elderly woman didn’t seem to register Emily’s presence. Slowly she turned her head and blinked. “E-Emily?” The woman’s southern drawl was still thick. “When did you get back to the farm? Pa should be home soon. Momma’s making ham bone for supper. Have you seen Duke? He ran after a deer on the tree-line this morning and haven’t seen him since.” She spoke slowly, as if in a dream, but she looked dead straight at Emily, fully aware of her presence.
Emily smiled softly at Mary. “That old coon-dog always did like to get into trouble. I’m sure he’ll be home before sun-down.” The dead girl was worried, but didn’t show it. She wanted to ask Mary why she was here, especially in such a worrisome place. But if she didn’t know reality, then how could she get straight answers from her. “What have you been up to, Mary? How old are you now?”
Mary sat silently, staring into Emily’s face. A small bit of spittle began to form on the corner of her mouth. “Aunt Geraldine asked about you. Said you should come by. Cows been acting up. May have to cull the herd.”
Emily’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment. She remembered Geraldine, but she lived in town. She had no cows. “I’ll pay her a visit after supper. How’s your ma been?”
The elderly woman’s eyes widened. “Doctors gave her a new prescription. Keeps her calm. I’m worried about them cows, though. You may want to go before supper. You can help them right quick and come back. Cows been acting up. May have to cull the heard.”
Something was off about this conversation. Emily made a quick glance around. A man in a white lab coat stood in ear shot, but seemed interested in another patient across the way. Was he listening in? “Would be terrible if we’d have to do that. Mighty terrible. I’ll head that way and see if there is anything I can do. Be back in a jiffy.” Emily stood up and approached the man in the coat. He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. The dead girl smiled at the slightly flustered man. “Excuse me, sir. That woman sitting over there is my grandmother. This is the first time I’ve actually ever met her. My dad doesn’t talk about his mom much. I’m not even sure why she’s in here. Sure, she seems to have a little dementia or something, but she seems harmless enough.”
The man pushed his glasses further up on his nose. “All of our patients in this facility are a danger to themselves and others. Medication and constant surveillance are the only thing that are keeping these individuals calm-”
“Medication should be helping them get better, not just keeping them calm.” She had interrupted the man, but kept her voice calm and conversational.
The man’s eyes narrowed, his voice became hushed and curt. “Nothing. No type of medication or amount of therapy can help THESE types of…people.
Emily averted her eyes to the ground, feigning defeat. “I’m sorry to have bothered you, sir. You would know what’s best. I’ll go back and enjoy my time with my grandmother.” She turned quickly, her body showing dejection. Emily glanced quickly at Margo to see if she had been paying attention to the conversation. Something was definitely going on here.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 5, 2015 19:58:17 GMT -6
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Emily was not surprised her date insisted on paying for the whole meal. He was a gentleman, after all. The restaurant was known for its prices though. She hoped he hadn’t broken the bank for their date, especially since she hadn’t even sampled the cuisine. What had he said his job was again? Emily was sure he had shared that information, at least. Hmm, she had been talking a lot more than he had been. How would the night have been if she hadn’t filled in the silence? Awkward…very awkward.
Some people hide themselves by stating silent. Others hide behind useless words.
The girl was glad to finally leave the restaurant. It had been packed, and while people were focused on their own meals and conversations, she had felt the waitress and other servers that came by the table had judged her full plate and one-sided conversation.
Twilight was on the horizon. They walked a short distance. A man in too many clothes for an August evening sat near the side of a building. David approached the man, going to his level and talking to him quietly. Emily stayed back. Not because the homeless man made her uncomfortable in any way, but she didn’t want to frighten the man by having two people come up to him. She watched the people passing by, totally oblivious to the world around them.
David was soon next to her again. Emily was glad he had stayed and eaten. It really was a lovely restaurant and the service was unbeatable. The live pianist brought the whole ambiance together.
Her date asked what she wanted to do now. Honestly, Emily didn’t think this evening would have lasted this long. He asked about what she needed and wanted. “I have no needs.” She said with a smile. “But I heard of this pro-mutant avant-garde play that was opening tonight. I was planning to go, if you wanted to join me.” Not a request that most people would agree to. David seemed unmoved by the fact Emily was a mutant, but that didn’t mean he was pro anything. She was expecting an excuse to come out of his mouth, explaining why he could no longer accompany her.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 25, 2015 19:09:51 GMT -6
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“I met Mary in Georgia…about sixty years ago. She was about your age, actually.” Emily had been thinking about the week they had met in that small town. The dead girl had been traveling to Mississippi to meet with a local civil-rights activist when her car broke down. The young Georgian’s parents had let her stay with them while the mechanic waited for parts to come in. The two girls had kept in touch through letters until Emily decided to go hermit.
“I don’t know why she’s being kept in such a place. The woman on the phone wasn’t very informative. But-“ A woman with a guard came out into the waiting area and smiled at the two women. “Good afternoon. Mary is in a good mood today, so she is able to be seen in the visiting area. If you two will follow me, she is already waiting for you.”
Emily stood up and followed the woman through a pair of double doors. The guard followed behind them, expressionless. The facility was old but kept clean. Doors were on both sides of the hallway. There were no windows and a few of the florescent lights flickered. Emily was slightly familiar with mental facilities. She did not know why this one was so depressing and foreboding. These places were made to help people, not confine them away from society. Was this facility state funded?
A scream was heard from behind one of the doors. It was ignored by the woman and the guard.
The two ladies were led to an outside area that was surrounded by the rest of the brick building. A guard tower stood in the center of the area. Four men stood surveying the area. Two of them carried guns. What kind of place was this?
A few people in blue gowns and pants wandered around the area. Mary sat on a park bench next to a dying tree. The elderly woman still looked like the young woman Emily had encountered sixty years ago. The dead girl slowly sat down next to her. The nurse and guard had disappeared. “Mary, do you remember me?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 18, 2015 15:36:22 GMT -6
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It had been a while since the freaky events on a Friday left Emily in a living body that was not her own. The body she had acquired belonged to a young mutant named Margo, and in return, Margo received Emily’s dead body. The small adventure had led the two young women into a friendship. Sharing bodies can do that to people. Since then, they have returned to their rightful vessels. Margo was back in her living, feeling body while Emily was back in her dead one. Oddly enough, both were happy for the return to normalcy.
While the two ladies were enjoying each other’s company at a local museum, Emily received a call. It seemed an old friend was being kept in a mental facility near New York City. Emily wondered why this friend had suddenly wanted to contact her and how she had gotten her cell-phone number. She also wondered why her friend, who she hadn’t seen or heard from in the past fifty years, was being kept in a mental ward. Things were definitely not adding up.
So, Emily had decided to pay a visit to the facility, and for some reason, Margo had decided to tag along. They both took a taxi to the establishment, since Emily’s usual vehicle was incapacitated.
The brick building looked more like a hotel then a hospital, with its many floors and ornate exterior. A chain-link fence with coiled barbed wire surrounded the facility. Emily had to speak to the guard near the entrance to be let in. Another guard and a man in white scrubs led them to the building. A passcode was required to open the door. What kind of hospital was this?
The waiting room held two or three other visitors. The guard told them to wait here and a nurse would either bring out her friend shortly or lead them to the guest area. They first had to see what kind of state her friend was in and how the other patients were behaving that day.
Emily sat down in a worn, brown waiting chair. There were no televisions or magazines to pass the time. The girl turned to her new friend and spoke in a mere whisper. “You still sure you wanted to tag along?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 8, 2015 19:03:33 GMT -6
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Emily watched the salad slowly disappear. She was so glad he was eating. She was fully aware how awkward she made people feel because she never ate with them. Emily made small talk as he finished the salad. She talked about working at a mortuary, her plans on going to school and becoming a neurosurgeon, and something funny Janette had done the other day.
The main courses came out and Emily pushed the food around the plate. It looked delicious. She was glad she couldn’t smell because it would have been torturous not to eat. Emily did her best to be charming. It wasn’t difficult, she had been taught since a young girl how to flatter and flirt. She wondered if her manner was too old-fashioned for the Brit. Emily noticed how other girls flirted, or what they would consider flirting. She saw better tact in brothels.
The date was going better than she had expected. Sure, he was doing all the eating and she was doing all the talking. But at least he wasn’t disgusted by her. She was enjoying herself.
The waiter brought a to-go container and brought the check. Emily pulled out her wallet, ready to pay if David didn’t stop her first. She was in no way going to assume he was going to pay. If anything, they would go dutch. If he insisted on paying, she would request to leave the tip. It was the right thing to do.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 8, 2015 18:39:54 GMT -6
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As Aura told her origin story, Emily was surprised she had never heard of her. For someone who had taken so many lives, her picture was bound to have been all over the news. Or maybe she had never been pinned to the crimes. That was impressive. This girl was impressive. Emily was glad she saved her life. There was something tragically beautiful about her. Her clothes and hair were still drenched from the rain. Her story added to the image. So she was a murderer. It wasn’t her fault she turned out the way she had. At least she was doing something to better fellow mutant’s lives. What good had Emily’s marches and picketing done? Maybe non-violent protesting wasn’t enough anymore?
She thought of the other “bad” mutants she had run across since returning to New York. None of them were inherently evil. They were just products of their past. Emily was surprised she herself hadn’t turned out bitter and violent. She had been murdered for crying out loud. Born a slave, experimented on, and treated as a second class citizen her whole life and death. First for the blood that ran through her veins and then the nucleotides that made up her dna. Emily turned off the radio completely. This was not the time for Taylor Swift.
The boy they picked up had quieted at Aura’s words. She wondered what he was thinking. Was he still as fond of Aura after she told her tale? His demeanor had changed so drastically. “So…Acuamo, where are you from?” Emily didn’t like negative energy. Maybe making small talk would bring up the mood.
As Emily turned right onto another street, she didn’t notice the van that had lost control and ran the red light, careening quickly toward their vehicle.
Posted by Emily Leveau on May 24, 2015 11:57:31 GMT -6
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Emily was glad her new male acquaintance could control water. Visibility was so much better when her vehicle wasn’t being pelted with large quantities of liquid. “I’m not sure which way I am going.” She glanced right to see if any vehicles were coming and pulled out into the road. “Let me know which direction I should be going.”
The dead girl decided not to answer the young man’s question. While she had never stabbed or shot anyone, people had died by her actions. During war times, her enemy intelligence had led to dozens of deaths. A few people had died of heart complications after witnessing her ‘not deaths.’ But she had never taken a life by her own hands. Life was sacred, but sometimes it needed to be sacrificed for the greater good. But this wasn’t time for philosophical thoughts.
Emily turned down her Taylor Swift CD so she could hear what the others in the hearse. This was an interesting conversation. It’s not every day that a super fan meets their idol.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Apr 20, 2015 19:53:07 GMT -6
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Emily looked between Aura and the new guy, Acuamo. Maybe she should have a nickname. The boy’s name sounded like a mix between Aqua and Wa-mo. Like he could hit things very hard with water. And Aura…well, it was obvious. Zombie-girl? Voo-doo, maybe spelled vudu to make it hip? Hmm.
She glanced over at her female companion at the killing comment. Was this what she meant about people would rather have let her die? Why was this man so awed by her crimes? Was Emily in a good situation right now?
Well, she did say she was going to get this woman to the Sanctuary. And Aura had been kind to her so far. So Emily decided to continue in the direction she was going? “Get in the car, Acuamo. There’s plenty of room in the back.” She stepped back into the hearse. “Oh, and I was killed by my uncle. Not this lovely woman, “she said as she shut the door. Emily was ready to get moving.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Mar 30, 2015 15:01:45 GMT -6
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I'm sorry for my absence for so long and the continued absence I will have. I'm working on my Capstone and the research and writing hurts my brain. At the end of the day I don't want to look at a computer at all. I'm going to attempt to post occasionally so I don't go inactive. But yeah, I won't really be around till mid May.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Mar 5, 2015 11:45:59 GMT -6
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Emily finally made it to the specialty store. Her plans before were to walk home and wrap her remaining gifts, but she was sure Danny would want to sit down and get to know her a little more. And Emily wanted to do the same. She hadn’t forgotten that this man was a potential forever friend. She hoped to find something in common with the man, other than living till the end of days.
The store was a tea shop. They also sold natural salts, coffees, and cooking spices. Emily had come to find a cute tea fuser and maybe five ounces of a specialty tea, oolong with rose. She wanted to look around first. She may find something else that caught her eye.
“I’ve found it quite easy to fall back into society. For about, hmm, fifty-sixty years I lived off the grid in the bayous of Louisiana. Kind of gave up on mankind for a little while.” Yeah, that last statement was a little depressing, but Emily was sure he would understand. Someone who had lived as long as she had would probably understand. “I just had to find and pay the right people to get me a social security number, driver’s license, and all that good stuff.”
A pretty girl with dreadlocks and several piercings in her face asked if they needed anything. Emily told her what she wanted to get and the woman showed her to the area that had a large selection of tea infusers. Some were shaped like leaves, another was a manatee, but the one that looked like a rose caught the dead girl’s eye. She then went to the front to ask the man behind the counter to bag a tea mix called “Rose in the Valley.” Oh Elizabeth was going to love her gift.
After she paid for her items she found the shaggy-haired brunette and gave him a smile. “Anywhere you feel like going now?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Feb 26, 2015 15:46:05 GMT -6
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Emily stepped out of the kitchen and found some sitting chairs nearby. “Well, I noticed some other students upstairs that seemed to be in the same boat we are. Some of them didn’t know where they were or whose body they were in. So it seems we were not targeted specifically. I think this is just a random thing that has happened. But I am not sure.”
Though Emily tended to be rather melancholy about her immortality, the thought of dying forever suddenly peaked in her mind. What if she never got her body back? What if she aged and died like a regular person? Emily had accepted her never-ending existence. The idea of that being taken away from her bothered her more than she thought it would. It was great being able to eat and feel, but she had gotten use to not having these abilities. The sudden bombardment of stimuli was beginning to give her a headache.
“Since we are not sure what is going on, maybe we should check out the news on the television. If there is nothing there, then we should try to find a teacher and see if they have any ideas.” I student had been passing by. He piped up and said there was nothing on the news and the teachers who hadn’t switched bodies were just as confused as everyone else. This caused Emily’s headache to worsen.
“Well, since it seems this is one big fluke, maybe we should just sit around until someone figures something out.” Emily was at a loss. What could they possibly do?
Posted by Emily Leveau on Feb 26, 2015 15:26:01 GMT -6
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Well this is not how Emily was hoping this would go. It didn’t seem that the two knew each other, but Emily didn’t want anything bad happening between the two. A fog rolled in from nowhere. The dead girl spoke out into the air. “Forgive my friend, she is a bit jumpy at the moment. Those who hate mutants are after us. If you are unfriendly, I suggest you leave in this fog now. Otherwise we will have to cut straight through you.”
Sure, Emily didn’t have a gift that would help in a fight, but this man didn’t know that. “If you are friendly, come out of the fog. We want to trust you. My friend promises not to hurt you if you come close.” Aura hadn’t said that, but Emily hoped she wouldn’t go against her word.
She spoke softly to the other brunette. “He seems scared. Don’t hurt him, please. He may need something.” Emily stepped out of her hearse to try to hear if the man was coming closer or if he had decided to retreat.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Feb 14, 2015 16:27:19 GMT -6
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Emily didn’t look up from the sink. “No, I said that someone here might know what is going on. I believe we are in The Mansion, that school for mutants. Someone here, a professor maybe, might know what is going on. Sorry I didn’t leave any food for you. My body can’t eat anything, unfortunately. Just stays in your stomach and rots. My digestive track doesn’t work, you see. But it’s fine, it’s not like I have a sense of taste or smell anyway.”
Emily finished loading the dishwasher and walked over to her body, wiping her hands on a paper towel. “That body that you are in, my body, is dead. Has been for almost two centuries. My mutation keeps my body functioning somehow.”
She threw the paper towel in the wastebasket. “Now while I enjoy feeling, and smelling, and tasting, I have grown quite use to being dead. And I’m sure it is quite a shock for you mentality to be trapped in a body like mine. So I would like to get this solved as quickly as possible.”
“You live her. Who do you know that is around here that might know what is going on?”
