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 Jan 21, 2012 21:43:35 GMT -6
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The storage facility had countless rows of units. Strangely this section had no lights and by the look of it there were no cameras. One of the units slowly opened up from the inside. No one could see into the unit because someone had set up black drapes.
Out stepped three individuals, too well dressed to be gang-bangers. When they walked out they pulled back the curtains. If one looked quickly enough, they would see several cages and a dentist’s chair. The chair had restraints for the legs, arms, and neck.
The taxi driver started breathing more heavily. “The smell smell smell…sooo gooood! We we’re gonna cut you…cut cut cut!” As he got more excited, he grunted more often.
Two of the men had guns. Big guns. Guns that would rip Emily to pieces if they were shot at her. Another man stepped out behind the curtain. He wore a white lab coat and smiled sweetly at the people within the cab. “Please excuse my friend here. He gets excited whenever we have new guests. Pig, good job sniffing out these mutants. You see, he can smell a delightful morsel such as yourselves as pigs sniff out rare truffles.”
One of the men opened the door on Emily’s side and dragged her out. Another man pointed the gun in her direction. The man in the lab coat spoke again. “You see, in ancient times tribes would consume parts of their enemies to gain their power. And that is what I am going to do to you three. But first I shall experiment to see what makes you tick. What makes you so special that you have powers while the rest of us have nothing. Pig, what do these guests smell like?”
Pig started giggling as he stepped out of the cab but did not stop his snorting. “Man smells like rock rock rock. Girl smells like change change skin change. Other girl…smells dead very dead dead.”
The man in the lab coat smiled and patted Pig on the head. “Good boy, Pig, good boy. Boys, put the dead one on the table. Put the other two in cages. Are the camera’s set up inside? Then let’s get started!” The man turned around and walked back behind the curtain.
Luckily the man finally stumbled into a building. Emily followed, staying back a little so he wouldn’t notice her. She wasn’t very impressed with the place. It could use a cleaning. She hoped his apartment was in better shape. He stepped up to a door and pulled out a key. Oh how he struggled to find the lock, but he finally put it in. Good man. Step...step…fall. Emily was too slow to reach him before he hit the ground.
Emily dragged the unconscious man to his bed. To get to his wounds, she ripped the rest off his shirt off. There were no bullet holes, but feeling around she could tell something was broken. There was going to be some bruising. But by the look of his body, he already had a few. She wondered where it had all come from. Emily looked around for some ace bandages. After she found them, she lifted him up and wrapped the bandages around his torso. There wasn’t much else to do.
She looked at the alarm clock and saw it was 3am. What was she going to do while he slept? Emily looked around the room. There was going to be some cleaning done. The place was full of empty bottles and cans. Then a shower. Then she would make a real, southern breakfast for the marine. She wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to eat with his hangover and broken ribs, but it was the thought that counts.
The woman looked at the sleeping man. He was quite attractive for a closed off drunkard. She wondered what he was dreaming about, or if he would remember anything that happened that night. Emily hoped he wouldn’t. She wondered how she would explain her presence in his home when he awoke.
She cleaned the studio apartment as quietly as she could. Clothes covered the floor, dresser, and any other piece of furniture in the apartment. Emily wished she could smell. She had no idea if the clothes were clean or not. Well, anything unfolded was going to be considered unclean. She had seen a washer and dryer at the front of the building. Good thing she had many quarters. Then she bagged up the bottles and cans and threw them out. The sink had hair around it. The shower had gross things growing from the walls. She took care of that too.
Her next step was to go grocery shopping. She looked at the clock around and saw it was 7am. Oh how time flies when you’re cleaning a stranger’s apartment. She walked to a place nearby and grabbed food supplies. While she was at it, she grabbed some curtains, sponges, a toilet brush, and some bathroom supplies. Everyone needs a soft place to put their feet when they get out of the shower and sit on the toilet. She bought two matching towels and a hand towel.
When she got back to the apartment she put all the food in the fridge, put the curtains up, and placed the new items in the bathroom. It all matched a beautiful blue. She even found a candle at the store that smelled like rain. The man was going to love this, whatever his name was. She folded the rest of his clothes and cleaned herself up. She put out a clean shirt and pants next to his bed.
Breakfast time. How does grits, hash-browns, bacon, sausage, pancakes, eggs-over-easy, coffee and orange juice sound?
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 19, 2012 18:57:30 GMT -6
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Emily was not happy how she responded to Joseph. She didn’t allow people to see her upset. It was extremely unlady like. At least she couldn’t cry; otherwise her eyeliner would have ran. How embarrassing.
She followed the man as he made his way back to his apartment. If he passed out in the street, she would have to drag him back to her place. But he said his place was just around the corner. Emily hoped he wasn’t exaggerating. She had seen inebriated people before. The Southern Belle was from one of the most infamous cities in the South, of course she knew when someone was about to collapse into a stupor.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 18, 2012 22:23:49 GMT -6
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Before she knew it, Warren was back. That took no time at all. Emily was impressed.
She sat next to the fast man and stared confused at the phones. This one had no buttons. How do you use a phone with no buttons? Where do you speak into? Where does the sound come out? She started messing with another one and was surprised when a keyboard flipped out of the bottom. She touched a screen and it lit up a pretty colorful design. As she examined the contraptions, she spoke to Warren. “I live at a funeral home. I know it sounds strange, but for free room; I help out around the building and the funeral director. I can get you a good deal on a casket.” That was Emily’s attempt at a joke. But really, she could help get a good deal with a casket.
“I do a lot actually. I don’t sleep or eat, so I have a lot of free time. I cook, play instruments, and sew things. I walk around the city a lot. It is very large. I’ve been told to avoid some areas, so I haven’t gone there yet. I’ve made a few acquaintances in the city. It’s great that I have a phone, but I just realized I have no one to call. What else can you do with a phone?” She shook an Iphone. “And how do you make this work? It has no buttons.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 17, 2012 18:01:21 GMT -6
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Before Emily could respond to Warren, he was gone. He really was fast. Where had he gone? She recalled him saying he was going to get a phone. Emily hoped he wasn’t going to steal a phone. But it would be rude to ask, so she would keep the question to herself.
Emily continued to stand in the silence. No need to sit when you never felt fatigued. Sitting also allowed insects to sneak up on her. She didn’t want some beetle burrowing into her skin unexpectedly. She watched a few animals scurry in the area. Her hair moved in the light breeze. She stood there just waiting and was enjoying her time doing it.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 15, 2012 23:35:41 GMT -6
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The taxi driver didn’t say a word. Was it just Emily, or did he look nothing like the man on the license? It was hard to tell with the driver’s incognito appearance. Maybe Emily was just imagining things.
Emily wanted the two to talk. Talk about what, she didn’t know. She didn’t want to bring up the past, so she wouldn’t mention talk about their previous relationship together. “So how long have you two been in the Big Apple? I’ve been here about three weeks. I tell you what, it’s so different than back home. I’m from New Orleans, you see, originally. But I’ve been living back in the Bayou for a few years now and it’s so different up here. Don’t get me wrong, I like it up here. Just still getting use to everything.”
Emily was running her jaw so much she didn’t even notice that they were no longer on a main road. It looked like a storage facility. How did they get in here without her noticing? The gate had already been opening when they entered. This couldn’t be good.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 15, 2012 23:06:06 GMT -6
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“Leveau. Emily Leveau.” She gave a sweet smile and a nod in return. “I honestly have about twenty baking pans out here, if one of you wouldn’t mind helping. I’ll gladly take a cup of tea if you will enjoy some cookies I made. I have sugar, chocolate-chip, and fudge.”
She turned around and headed outside toward the Hurst. A person on the street might find it odd that a funeral home would allow an employee to borrow such a vehicle, but her eccentric employers looked at it as a kind of advertisement. It was a very nice and comfortable vehicle. Someone could lay back there and take a nap if they were so inclined.
Emily hoped the men weren’t too busy for a cup of tea and a chat. She was hoping to ask about the church and maybe Sebastian’s gifts. Don’t get her wrong, she was a Catholic, through and through. Except, of course, for her dabble in voodoo. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t look at other denominations or religions to see what they had to offer. It wasn’t a sin, was it?
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 9, 2012 21:18:52 GMT -6
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Emily was shocked at the rage on the man’s face as he whirled around to confront her. She was sure the man was going to rip her to shreds. The fury shifted to annoyance when he realized who she was. Emily sympathized for the marine. He just killed someone for a woman he didn’t even know. It must have been hard. Now he would have to live with the consequences, mental and judicial. Emily would do her best to keep the man out of trouble. It was the least she could do, after all.
The sirens startled the woman. She was even less prepared for what happened next. Next thing she knew, she was in an embrace. Emily didn’t embrace. He was too close. People didn’t touch her like this. She was a dead thing, and it was here, in this alleyway, that she felt most vulnerable and different. People avoided the dead. People feared the dead, most probably more than they did mutants.
He was touching her neck. Where had her scarf gone? Emily remembered it falling off as she was thrown against the wall in the bar. No one goes near her neck. The marine would probably notice the scar that encircled it. He would feel the stitches hiding below the skin. He would feel her cold skin and stiff flesh. She would rather be back in that bar facing those men alone than being in this man’s arms.
But Emily didn’t want to reveal the man to the police, so she just stood there, praying the man was too drunk to notice her differences. “Wrap your arms around my neck.” She really didn’t want to. But she quickly put her arms around him. Being this close to the marine, her face buried in his chest, Emily noticed the bullet holes in his shirt. Stupid Emily, here she was worrying about her own problems when this man was hurt. Should they go to the hospital? The funeral home she lived and worked at had tools that could remove bullets. Maybe this man knew a safe place he could go get help. Wherever the man went, the undead girl would follow. Even if he wouldn’t teach her how to fight, Emily had to make sure the man who saved her was going to be ok.
The man pulled away with a look of disgust on his face. He knew. This hurt Emily. She felt like a monster and turned away from the man. “I’m sorry.” That’s all she could say. She didn’t know why she was apologizing. The bar, the chaos that occurred, his wounds, her…condition. It was all too much.
“Look, you’re hurt. I know somewhere where I can look at it. But if you have a place…" If Emily could cry, she would. Her body might not know the meaning of fatigue, but her mind did. She was losing her composure. Emily stood there frozen until she found a sliver of strength. “I’m dead. I have been for a long time. It’s my mutation…I guess.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 9, 2012 19:44:25 GMT -6
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“I have been round…” Emily quickly did the math in her head, “almost 188 years. Hmm, my birthday’s coming up.” She smiled and wondered if she should celebrate the day of her birth this year. It had been awhile and she was almost two-hundred years old. That’s no small feat, if she did say so herself.
Homo superior must be a scientific term like homo sapien. She wondered if it was the true term or something made up by those who must face adversity. She had worked with individuals who found themselves better than those in charge. Even though she understood where they were coming from, some of their tactics could be messy and just push negative stereotypes.
Emily wondered if these were just Warren’s beliefs or if he was an activist. No matter what he was; it wouldn’t affect Emily’s opinion of him. To each their own. Wait a second, “You’re a mutant, too? I…I mean an ‘h-superior’…Can I ask…what do you do? I mean, what is you’re…" Power? Gift? Mutation? What’s the politically correct word for this situation?
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 7, 2012 21:11:32 GMT -6
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One thing about not needing to eat, sleep, rest, or use the loo, you have a lot of free time. Emily had just discovered the Food Channel and it just so happened a Cake Wars marathon was on for the last twelve hours. This inspired the Southern Belle to make sweets: pies, brownies, cakes, rice-crispies, cupcakes, and cobbler. After stuffing deliciousness into the mouths and arms of her co-workers, she had at least twenty pans of baked goods to get rid of. Her boss had allowed her to borrow the Hurst to take the food to the homeless around the city.
She had stopped at a gas-station to fill up, but was confused on how to pump gas. What happened to people pumping your gas? When did you have to start doing it yourself? She went inside to ask the cashier for help. Good thing she was attractive, or the young man probably wouldn’t have given her the time of day. On her way out she saw a woman passing out flyers about a Feed the Hungry Feast and her church. Emily questioned the woman about it, hoping maybe they would want some pies. The woman with grey hair spoke of a man who, apparently, could perform miracles.
Emily had heard of many false-prophets in her unlifetime. She did not know if the woman spoke truth about the man, but she did say he would like pies. Time to head in that direction.
Emily wondered about the man’s healing powers. Could he heal Emily’s old wounds? Could he bring her back to life? Emily didn’t want to hope, but the thought kept playing back in her mind. Maybe she would go to a few sermons to see what this man was all about.
She walked into the church with a peach cobbler in hand. Inside she saw two men. One was an older man, in his forties. The other looked…different. He had white hair and a horn. Was it a unicorn horn? Emily wondered if he was a mutant. Could this be the man who could heal? She had heard of unicorns being able to heal with the power of their horns. “Excuse me, I heard there was a dinner here this evening. I made some dessert and was wondering if you would like some for tonight. It’s delicious…" She hoped that she hadn’t come in during a private conversation. “I could come back later, maybe.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 7, 2012 16:59:59 GMT -6
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Emily was enjoying Aedus’s company. He was the kindness gentleman she had met in this sprawling city. She graciously went into the cab and moved over to the other seat so Lydia could get in. The taxi driver was shady looking. He wore a ball cap with sunglasses (at night?) and a heavy trench-coat. He did not smile or say hello. The man was breathing heavily and licking his lips every few seconds. Emily hoped the man was ok.
She listened to Aedus and Lydia speak. Who was Eli? A man’s name, ex-boyfriend maybe, since Lydia once lived with him. Not a good guy, by the way Aedus spoke about him. Aedus was definitely better catch. Emily was out of practice, but time to play matchmaker. No reason for these two young people to live in the past, (Emily believing they were former lovers) but look toward the future. “Aedus, Lydia and I are small enough. You should sit in the back with us.” She hoped that her baby-powder and perfume hadn’t worn off too much. Lydia being so close may not be a good idea, but Emily was willing to bet she couldn’t smell that bad. And having Aedus and Lydia right next to each other could kindle an old flame.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 4, 2012 23:26:46 GMT -6
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“Well actually I come out here every once awhile to prey on the innocent people with fine jewelry and thick wallets. Oh and phones can, get make good money from a phone. And you being a mutant is not going to be a problem.”
Emily had yet to get herself a cell phone. She knew of them, but hadn’t gotten around to buying one. One day, she would go to a store and buy a pre-paid phone. Emily had no identification yet, but she knew people that could help her. You don’t live for this long and not make friends in high places and low. “I have yet to purchase myself a phone, but from what I’ve seen they only cost $50 at Wal-mart.” She was not aware of the internet really or the capabilities of smart-phones, 3G, 4G, or apps. “I did not wear any fine jewelry, but I do have some cash if you need it.”
She wasn’t sure about this circling the man kept doing. It felt like a wolf circling his prey. Emily was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable until the man extended his hand. “I’m Warren Peace, and I’m homo superior too." The undead girl smiled and shook his hand. She had read War and Peace, three times. “Homo superior? I’m not familiar with the term.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 4, 2012 20:23:08 GMT -6
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Hey Aedus! Just posting here so you remember. "Death was only the beginning" Or maybe "What doesn't kill me, makes me stronger" Or something like that. Luv yo face!