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 Feb 15, 2012 22:25:15 GMT -6
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Emily sat there in disbelief. A dark rage slowly grew in the pit of her stomach. How could he? Didn’t his mother teach him any manners? There were untouched pieces of bacon and other food pieces on the table. He hadn’t even touched the grits. She slowly stood up and cleared the table. She did the dishes quickly and put the left-overs away in the fridge. They wouldn’t be as good heated up. They’re never as good when you have to heat them up. How couldn’t he have even tried the grits? Just one fork-full?
She focused her attention on Joe. He had escaped into the bathroom. She could hear the shower going. If she was any less of a lady, she would storm in there and give him a piece of her mind. Emily imagined herself forcing the rest of the food down his throat. But is a passing thought, she would never really do such a thing. The bandages lay strewn across the floor. The southern woman picked them up and threw them in the garbage. Could he not even throw these away?
She noticed the clothes on the bed. It then occurred to her what he had said. Her focus had been completely on the unfinished breakfast. What had he said again? He was going to go to the gym. Well then, so was Emily. The sweatpants would fit around her waist, but they were way too long. The gym shorts were too short. Though they reached below her knees, she was uncomfortable wearing them. Her best bet was to wear the sweatpants and roll them up. The hooded sweatshirts were way too big for her. She decided on a t-shirt. Emily was glad she had done his laundry.
She would follow him wherever he went. Emily is not the type of person to take no for an answer.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Feb 11, 2012 21:27:15 GMT -6
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Emily smiled at Warren. This speedster was growing on her, though his probable unlawful actions were probably against societal values. Ooh look how smart she was sounding. She watched him as he stared at her face. He reminded her of someone, someone from her past. A man from the plantation who worked in the fields. He had been a good man. She watched him sold to the highest bidder when her dad’s heart and soul was sold off for cash. “Oh, I mean. How do you deal with watching everyone you care about die? I mean speaking from my personal experience I couldn’t do it.
This was not a question Emily was expecting. How was she going to answer it? She had never really thought about it. It was easier to not think about it. “Everyone has their time. We can’t stop it. Can’t run from it. So you might as well except it. I could just cut myself from the world and not get to know people. But I guess my time with them is worth the heart-ache later. Focus on the good times. Otherwise the bad will eat you up.” Well that was pretty deep of her. She was proud of herself for the evening.
“No, I don’t smoke, thanks. I don’t even breath.”
Emily looked at the horizon over the trees. “Sun’s coming up. I didn’t know we had been out here all night. So what are your plans, Mr. Peace? Is it time to go our separate ways? Oh, and can you show me how to put numbers in this phone, please?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Feb 5, 2012 23:11:42 GMT -6
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Emily enjoyed listening to Paul speak. She was glad he wasn’t afraid to flirt a little. If you batted your eye at anyone round here, men thought you wanted more than a little flirtation. She did not want any of that. But she could tell the man was just enjoying her company, as she was his.
Curses suddenly came from the kitchen. Emily stood up quickly and raced for the kitchen. What could be the matter? She turned the corner and was surprised at the scene in front of her. Coffee was everywhere. How had this happened? Emily stepped in and unplugged the culprit. She grabbed the machine and threw it in the sink, hoping to keep what was left in the pot from spilling anywhere else.
“Where are there more towels?” This was a disaster. Men had no business being in the kitchen, even if it was just making coffee. Emily was not happy. This ruined her idea of a lovely meeting with small talk and banter with cookies and warm beverages.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 31, 2012 21:00:04 GMT -6
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Emily inched slightly away when Joe entered the kitchenette. She wasn’t going to let him close enough to smell her. She knew the aroma of bacon and other breakfast foods would mask her slight stink, but she didn’t want to take any chances. The woman watched as the marine put whisky in his milk. How strange. That didn’t sound tasty at all. “I can’t remember the last time someone’s cooked for me. This was really nice of you, thanks.”
Emily blushed, well she tried to. Blood hadn’t rushed to her cheeks in a long time. “Oh it was no trouble at all. It was my pleasure actually. It has been so long since I have been able to cook a good meal for someone who could appreciate it. I’ve lived in the Bayou of Louisiana for several years now and the only ones to feed out there are wild hogs, gators, and the occasional cat.”
She sat down across from the man and hoped he enjoyed her cooking. The dust danced in the light beams coming from the window. She had cleaned the window sill and glass. If she could, she would sit here all day. “We met last night at a bar. You were very pleasant. Some men came in. They had guns. The short story is: you took care of them. There was some damage at the bar, so I wouldn’t go back. They may make you pay for the broken pool table and chairs.”
Emily felt it was necessary to sugar coat the actual story. There was no need to tell Joe he had killed a man or any of the other dark details. “You were shot at, but your crystals kept the bullets from penetrating your abdomen. That’s why you have bandages. We decided to leave together and you brought me here. While I was bandaging you up, I spoke to you about teaching me how to fight. I am new to the area and New York is more hostile than anywhere I have been before. I saw how you handled those men and was very impressed. What is your training?”
She leaned her head in a little closer. “You fell asleep before I got an answer from you. I promised you five-hundred dollars a week to train me at least four days a week. We would meet in a place of your choice. If there was a gym you wanted to work in, I will pay for the membership for both of us. I don’t want self defense training or anything weak. I want what you have. Your speed, where to hit, who to attack first, everything. What do you say?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 31, 2012 1:04:19 GMT -6
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Emily was surprised to see Aedus all human looking. To be honest, she kind of preferred the rock look. She was even more surprised when she got on the back of the motorcycle. This was insane. Who would invent such a dangerous yet thrilling vehicle?
Aedus had told the premise of the event before he invited her along. So it was an auction of people for a date? Just one date? Emily wondered if it was some sort of prostitution but Aedus explained it was just fun and games to raise money for a good cause. Well then, Emily would be glad to join Aedus. Emily did not know there would be a motorcycle involved. After awhile she was enjoying herself however. But she made sure to cling tight to the man in front of her.
They soon arrived at the mansion. Aedus had explained what the building was. This excited Emily immensely. A school for mutants, amazing.
There were a good number of people inside. Emily made her way to the front to look at the bachelorette’s pictures. They were all quite lovely. The bachelors were all striking themselves, but Emily wasn’t here for herself. If she had her way, Aedus would have a date tonight.
Now, Emily wanted to pick someone around his age. The one named Katrina was the most beautiful to Emily, but she was too young. It looked like she would have to go with Cailyn. She was quite beautiful also, but the picture seemed a little too risqué for Emily. Who posed in pictures like that? Emily would wait until later to sneak in her bid. She didn’t want Aedus to know.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 30, 2012 23:46:21 GMT -6
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Emily followed Aedus’s plan. She placed her had back in its respectful place and wrapped her scarf tight. It wouldn’t hold it on. But she sat a little away from the scene and cradled her head in her hands, pretending to cry. And after what she had been through, she didn’t have to pretend very hard.
Emily hoped Aedus would be able to take care of everything. She would stitch herself back up. She had done it for so long, she only trusted herself to do it right. She believed in Aedus’s skills, but the woman felt more comfortable if she did it herself.
The undead girl was happy Lydia was ok. She was happy everyone was ok. New York might turn out to be more of an adventure than she bargained for.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 30, 2012 22:33:01 GMT -6
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Emily smiled at Paul’s question. “Oh this old thing? I have hundreds of scarves. I lose track of where I have gotten them all. Actually, I think I made this one.” Her laugh was the sound of songbirds. “If you would like, I could knit you one. It would look great with your shirt.” Emily had a strange feeling Paul was feeling a little uncomfortable. She wondered why. Did he not like talking to women? Eh, maybe she was imagining things.
“It is your first time here, too? How nice. Were you planning on staying for dinner? I will, if you do.” Emily nudged him playfully. “So what brought you to Sebastian today? Was it spiritual enlightenment? I had just heard about this church today. It sounded like an interesting place. I’m a Catholic myself, but I thought it wouldn’t hurt if I came and just checked the place out. The man seems nice. Unicorns have always been interesting to me, ever since I was a little girl. I wonder if he has other attributes of the fabled horse. I have also been interested in the Pegasus. Oh look at me, prattle on like an old hen. Silly me.”
Emily smiled, her eyes shining on the man in front of her. “Where are you from, Paul? Have you lived in New York long?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 29, 2012 17:15:03 GMT -6
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The bacon crackled nicely in the pan. Emily knew it must smell heavenly. She had always loved bacon growing up. She added onions and tomatoes to the hash-browns and stirred the grits one more time. She hoped he was hungry. The woman hadn’t made too much food, just enough to satisfy a muscular marine and then some.
She was humming softly to herself as she heard some commotion in the bed. Emily wondered if he had finally gotten up. The sound of, “Morning,” came from the bed. There was something about a groggy man’s voice that brought the best out of Emily. It was extremely masculine sounding. It was gruff and dirty, the way a real man should be. Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t fancy the man. Emily believed that once her heart had stopped beating, she lost the privilege of love and desire. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t smile gaily and speak in her best southern charm. “Well good morning sleeping beauty. I’m glad you finally got up, I was afraid you were gonna sleep the day away.”
She turned and got a good look at the man. Oh he didn’t look too swell. She had forgotten to remove his boots. Emily kicked herself mentally for her infraction. How could she have forgotten something as important as removing his shoes? She guessed she had been too occupied with the bandages, but that was no excuse. Her thoughts were interrupted be a question. “Rough night? I’m sorry if this is offensive, but I don’t really remember all that much from last night. So if you could fill me in, I’d appreciate it. Did we?”
Did we what? Did Emily watch the man kill someone for her? Did she feel like a monster as he stared at her with confusion and disgust? Did they hold each other like no one had held Emily in over one-hundred years? Yes. But she didn’t think that is what the groggy man was talking about
Emily was extremely relieved that he didn’t remember what happened last night. If at all possible, he never would. “You don’t remember nothing? Well isn’t that unfortunate. I guess reintroductions are in order.” This was a lie. Neither of them knew each other’s names. “My name is Emily. I took the liberty of picking up a few things around the apartment. You must be so busy to keep things in such disarray. Are you hungry, ‘cause I made you a little something? I already ate, so this is all for you. Oh! I seem to have forgotten the biscuits! How can you have a proper breakfast without biscuits? If you want, you can go ahead and take a shower while I go out for some. I’ll tell you all about last night once we get a little food in you.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 29, 2012 16:15:36 GMT -6
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“Let us see if the police are coming here. To be honest, I’d rather not be seen like this, but it’s are duty to report such crimes.” Emily wondered how many mutants had been guests of the doctor. And now that he had escaped, how many more would there be. Who had been the person on the phone? By the tone of Straus’s voice, it was someone he might be working for.
“After this is over, I may need help putting my head back on. You’ll just have to attach the spine to the rest of my spine, and then I can do the rest. If you are uncomfortable with that, I understand.” It was an odd request, but to get it perfectly aligned, she needed assistance.
The sirens quickly got louder and soon flashing lights could be seen. Two police cars rolled up and it seemed that Lydia was inside the first vehicle. She had found help. Thank goodness. “Can you speak to them, please? I’d rather not have to deal with it if I can. Are they going to take us in for questioning or reporting or anything like that?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 26, 2012 23:24:56 GMT -6
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“Yes. Yes. I’m fine.” Emily surveyed the scene in front of her. It was not a pretty sight, but she guessed it was necessary. She threw the gun on the ground and pulled out the rest of the pins in her torso. “Should we wait here until Lydia comes back with help?”
Now that the chaos had passed, Emily was finally able to think properly. Aedus, Emily, and Lydia were all mutants. It was obvious that Aedus was, but she was unsure if she liked that he knew what she was. She felt a little exposed, especially with her head under her arm. Unfortunately she knew she was going to have to ask Aedus for help to put her head back in place. She hoped he knew how to sew. “The Doctor got away. There was nothing I could do to stop him.”
Emily didn’t know what else to say. This was the first time anyone had seen her like this in decades. There had been a few incidents during the unlife where people questioned why she didn’t bleed or she had to explain why her skin was so cold. But this was obviously an unnatural sight: a woman with her head in her arms. In New Orleans, people would write it off as voodoo, but she didn’t have that luxury here. She just stood there as sirens began to be heard in the distance.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 26, 2012 20:55:56 GMT -6
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Emily barely heard Aedus when he spoke. She was in crisis mode. All of her energy was focused on the man in white. Soon she was out of the taxi. Aedus rushed out and attacked Pig. All of the guns were suddenly on him. She knew he told her to run, but Emily wasn’t going to leave Aedus behind. She did not know if his rock body could withstand the blow from these bullets. Emily couldn’t live with herself if she let someone die, not for her sake. She had lived a long enough life; she was willing to sacrifice it for this man she just met.
The man in the lab coat seemed slightly annoyed with the new predicament as he popped his head back out of the curtain. “I do hate when our guests do not feel welcome. Sam, please bring the dead one into the lab. The rest of you, please help this guest relax. Hmm, his skin might pose a problem with a stun gun. But you boys have dealt with worse.”
Sam yanked on Emily’s arm hard. She could feel the stitching starting to come undone. If she pulled her arm toward her back hard enough her arm would come off. But she didn’t want to lose her appendage just yet. There had to be another way to get out of this. Sam dragged Emily behind the curtain. The man in white stood quietly next to the dentist chair. “Let’s see how dead you are, shall we? Oh I forgot my manners. Dr. Straus is my name. Do not worry; I use sanitary equipment and morphine to dull the pain. I’m not a monster.”
Emily heard the door drag shut. Aedus was still out there. She hoped he was ok. Her thoughts were interrupted by the doctor as Sam finished strapping her into the chair. “You have no vital signs I see. Your skin is pale. You do seem to be dead. I shall slice your wrist to see if it bleeds. Hmm, no blood I see. Your body does not react to pain or any stimulus. I will now pierce you with these long pins, one in your heart, others in your vital organs. Nothing. Very promising subject. Very promising indeed. My theory is that you need your brain to stay alive. If alive is what I want to call you. I see you already have wounds around your neck. Has your head been removed before? Well let us see what happens when we do it.”
Soon, Emily’s head was in a pan next to her body. Good thing she doesn’t bleed, otherwise this would be a mess. She blinked her eyes a few times for show. The doctor was working fast. But she wasn’t going to be a compliant patient. She kept her body still so the doctor would think it was immobile without her head. Dr Straus suddenly received a phone call. He spoke for a while in a language she did not understand and gave a heavy sigh when he hung up. “It seems, my dear, our appointment will have to be cut short. I have a meeting I seemed to have forgotten about in the excitement. My associate here will take care of you; make you comfortable, until I am able to return. I shall see you soon.” With that, the man left through a door in the back of the unit.
Sam began to unstrap her body from the chair. When her arms were free Emily quickly came to life. She took two pins out of her body and stabbed them into Sam’s face. He screamed and fell back. The dead girl grabbed the nearest heavy object and smashed it on his head. He seemed to still be breathing, but he would be out for a while. Emily grabbed her head out of the pan and put it under her arm. She grabbed a big gun with her other arm. She had no time to remove the other pins, she had to help Aedus.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 23, 2012 23:14:26 GMT -6
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Emily was happy. She was enjoying her time with the fast man. The touch screen was so futuristic. Phones had games on them? And clocks? And a phonebook? She would have to figure out this internet thing. Her friend had told her about it and had tried to show her what it was at the library, but it really didn’t make any sense. The world had changed so much.
Warren suddenly got serious. She was enjoying the banter between them. He was attractive and it had been awhile since someone had flirted with her. She wondered what he had to say. “You can ask me anything.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 22, 2012 23:16:47 GMT -6
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Emily was quite pleased with herself. She had made quite a bit of baked goods and the sheer amount seemed to impress these two men. And it seemed everyone was going to sit around and drink tea while enjoying her confections. It was just like old times at the plantation. Food brought everyone together.
She answered the two men at the same time. “There was a baking special on television yesterday. I have trouble sleeping, so I spent the evening in the kitchen, inspired by what I witnessed. I do have a bit of free time I guess. I enjoy cooking. It’s rather therapeutic.”
She sat down next to the older man. “Hello Mr. McCoy. That is a very charming polo you have on there. Wherever did you get it?” She touched his sleeve lightly. Emily loved this. For the first time in a long time she was able to sit and enjoy time with other people. Let the world outside these walls slip away just for a moment. Let people enjoy each other’s company with no hidden agendas. “How long have you been in this congregation? I was thinking of staying for the dinner this evening. How many people usually attend?”
Emily waited for the younger man to come back into the room. She wished she was the one serving the drinks, but this wasn’t her place. She would need to host a tea party soon. Did people still have those? Of course they did. Tea would never go out of fashion.
