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 4, 2012 17:56:38 GMT -6
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At the bottom of the stairs was the showroom. Caskets made of polished wood adorned the open floor-plan. The plush inner linings were even inviting to the living, if one didn’t think too much that the box was made for the dead. Emily had a few families coming in to look at caskets today so she decided to dusk and vacuum. Though she kept the place in impeccable conditions, one cannot be too clean. This afternoon she would go with the mortician to the cemetery to prepare for a burial. It was Emily’s job to set up the chairs and flowers around the burial site before the body was lowered into the ground.
Emily had been in New York for almost two months now and had found a job at one of the family-owned funeral homes. Downstairs kept the coolers, embalming rooms, offices, and showrooms. The family and a few of the employees lived upstairs. Many employees and even some family members didn’t like to live there because it was believed the house was haunted.
The undead girl enjoyed working at the funeral home. She was learning how to reconstruct bodies for open casket services. People who had suffered horrible car accidents or fires could be restored to their former glory after death, so their loved ones could see them one last time. This new knowledge would help her if she were ever to get seriously injured somehow. She also gave families closure, which was important to Emily.
The funeral home’s director knew what Emily was and helped close up wounds that were out of Emily’s reach. She was an older woman in her seventies who was going to leave the business to her son after she was too tired to work. The old woman, Jolene, promised to teach Emily how to drive again. Emily had learned to drive in the 1920’s, but hadn’t been behind the wheel since 1968. They had been practicing and Jolene was going to let Emily drive to the cemetery today.
Emily finished her cleaning and put the vacuum away. The elderly Jolene walked in, spry and exuberant as she was in her youth. “Are you ready to go my dear? The boys put the flowers in the van and the cemetery caretaker is meeting with us at noon. Hannah has a meeting at one with a family, the McFarland’s, but I’d like you to meet with the Johnson’s at four. You remember them, don’t you dear? They came in a week ago to look at caskets and I believe they picked one out.”
The younger looking woman smiled at Jolene. “I’m ready when you are, Ma’am. I am quite excited to drive today. I promise not to knock any over the flower arrangements down in the back.”
“Good. Let’s go. And put on your jacket dear, or you’ll catch a death of cold.” Jolene added with a wink.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 4, 2012 17:54:15 GMT -6
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Emily was still. The bath water was still. No bubbles escaped to the surface. No ripples danced across the water till they broke on the edges of the rusted tub.
The undead girl liked the quiet. She did not know if the water was warm or cold, but assumed its temperature. She had been under the water for at least five hours. This was the closest thing to sleep Emily knew of. She tried to think of nothing as she lay down in the water. This meditative exercise was common place now and she found peace within herself quite easily. She did not breathe. Her heart did not bother her with its incisive beating. Her skin did not wrinkle because water did not absorb into her skin. She just was, nothing more.
She opened her eyes and saw a ghostly face staring down at her. It quickly disappeared. Emily was unfazed by the apparition and slowly lifted herself out of the bath water. She dried herself off with a pink towel and started applying baby powder to her skin. She found the powder kept her stale, sour smell from bothering people. The water slowly drained from the aged tub.
Emily began her routine of getting ready for the day. She put on her undergarments, hosiery, and corset. After all these years, she still wore the blasted contraption, but she was a lady and a lady wore her corsets. The Southern belle still wasn’t very fond of pants, but she knew it was the style and it was important for a lady to always look her best. Today, she decided to wear white, straight-cut dress pants and a red button-up shirt. She wrapped a thin, black scarf around her neck. Her final steps were her makeup. Her face was quite pale and lifeless, but nothing a little rouge and shadow couldn’t fix. She sprits her chest, wrists, and behind her ears with perfume.
She stepped out into the hallway and checked her gris-gris above the door. This small pouch filled with mystical objects was meant to keep evil spirits out of her room. A man walked down the hall and disappeared through a closed door near the staircase.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jan 4, 2012 16:10:52 GMT -6
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Emily was getting annoyed with this young man. First, he didn’t shake her hand. Second, he touched her, not really inappropriately, but still in her bubble. She was slightly amused when he commented on her life situation. “It’s a mutation. I’m not really dead, it just seems like I am. I’m a mutant. Is that a problem?”
The undead girl didn’t really know if she was a mutant or the effect of a voodoo spell. She liked to think that God had given her another chance to be a part of something spectacular after her early demise. But in this day and age when science trumped magic and religion, calling herself a mutant was her best bet in being understood.
“My mutation keeps me from sleeping, so I wander around at night. I assume you wondered why I woman like me was wondering around at this hour.” Emily chuckled softly. “How about you, sir? What brings you out to the cold, isolated parts of the beautiful Central Park?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 30, 2011 19:59:20 GMT -6
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Emily wasn’t sure what to do. She couldn’t remember the last time someone hadn’t taken her hand when it was offered. Her hand went back to her side. The man in front of her asked if she had been around here long.
“Yes. Well, no actually. Yes, I’ve been around long. No, I haven’t been around here long. Here being the City. Even less here being the Park. It’s my first time.” Emily didn’t know why she was acting so strange. She was usually very eloquent with words. “Accent? Oh, right! I’m from New Orleans. Born and bred.”
“How about you?” She tried to get closer. “Have you been here long?”
This man seemed to be extremely on edge. She wondered what she could do to calm him down. “Is everything ok? You seem tense. You shouldn’t worry, I don’t bite.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 29, 2011 18:18:32 GMT -6
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Everything happened so fast. She had no idea someone could move like that. Emily saw the tattoo on his arm, he was a Marine. He was a good marine. No normal man could take down four men in the blink of an eye.
She watched as the man set his eyes on Jeff. This wasn’t going to be pretty. Her mouth went agape when the marine took three shots in the chest. They didn’t even faze him. Soon, Jeff was dead. He would not be missed, Emily guessed, by anyone in the bar or outside of it. Everyone knew Jeff would have ended up dead or in jail sometime soon. I guess his life just caught up to him.
Emily and the other bar patrons watched in a dumb stupor as the marine paid his tab and left. The man stole a glance at the two women as he left. Emily couldn’t read the look. Was it hatred for starting the whole thing? Was it an apology for his actions?
The living dead girl began to follow the marine. She needed to know how he had done all of that. She needed to know how to defend herself and those she cared about. Sticks and stones didn’t hurt her, but they left nasty holes in her flesh. If she was able to do even half of what she had just seen, she would be more than just a pretty face. She would be able to dodge and disarm before anything major happened to her. She would have been able to save herself and that woman. What would have happened to them if that man hadn’t have been there?
Emily caught up to the man and started to grab for his shoulder. “Hold on. Wait just a second. How did you DO that?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 29, 2011 15:45:54 GMT -6
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The man in front of her jumped a little after the tap on his shoulder. He seemed confused and began to circle her, eyeing her attire. She must admit, she usually didn’t go out in such clothing anymore. But she felt she wasn’t going to be seen this evening as she flitted through the trees of Central Park.
Emily was a little disappointed that her would-be-mugger was of African descent. Was the reason he mugged people because he couldn’t find a job? Could he not find a job because he was black? She wondered this man’s story.
“Ain’t you a little late for Halloween?” She decided to ignore the question. Even through his jacket, Emily could tell this man was quite muscular. His face was tough but had an innocent air to it. Her eyes traced the line of his cheekbone. She glanced away when she realized she was staring. “Um…I’m sorry, what?” She shook her head to clear her mind. “I’m sorry. Where are my manners? My name is Leveau, Emily Leveau.” She extended her hand in greeting.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 28, 2011 23:16:23 GMT -6
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Emily hadn’t eaten since 1842. Wherever they went she would push it around her plate and then take it to go. There was a lovely homeless lady, Joan, who loved her leftover food. Emily wondered what Joan would like to eat.
“I’m feeling Hispanic food tonight. Mexican, Cuban, doesn’t matter.” Emily had never eaten Hispanic food. She tried not to think about what things tasted or smelled like. It just made her upset. The pleasure of food had been lost to her for far too long. “I’m rather new to the area. Which way should we go?"
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 28, 2011 22:20:35 GMT -6
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Emily walked silently through the park. She was enjoying the quiet. Being in the big city was starting to wear her out. It was loud and bright and fast. But the park at this time of the night was wonderful. The lights in this area were dim. People would be avoiding this area for fear of mugging or wild dogs or something. Emily liked the solitude. She might stay here the whole night until the first joggers of the morning.
She was walking the path when she noticed a dark figure near a tree. She approached him but then realized it was best to leave him to whatever business he was carrying out. Time to walk on.
Several minutes later she noticed him again coming around the corner. Time to hide. She had come across a few muggers since her arrival to the Big City. Handing over money was no big deal to Emily. She had enough to go around. After handing it over they usually left her alone. She was once shot, the boy was nervous and ran off right after. Bullet went right through, easy to patch up.
Emily decided to see what this mugger had to offer. She walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 27, 2011 19:44:33 GMT -6
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Emily sat quietly in a booth in the corner. The bar was fairly busy. People were waiting on the pool tables. Men flirted with woman and vice versa. Emily liked going to hole-in-the-wall establishments. They were the best places to watch people. There was not much for the eye to concentrate on except the people within. The lighting was poor and the music on the juke box was a mix of country and soft rock. For those who could smell the place, it reeked of stale chips and peanuts.
The Southern woman put her beer bottle to her lips, but did not take a sip. Her clothes reflected the drabness of the bar, which was not Emily’s style, but she was tired of people staring at her when she just wanted to be left alone. She wore a pair of jeans and a grey, hooded jacket. A black scarf covered her delicate neck.
A woman walked into the bar, dressed too suggestively for her own good. This caused the local boys to get a little too excited. It was about one in the morning and everyone had had a little too much to drink tonight. A group of five friends went up to the woman, slurring suggestions into her ears. Two of them bought her some drinks. Emily could tell she wasn’t interested in the men, so she decided to go over and intervene. “Katelyn! Hi! I knew you would find the place. Hope it wasn’t too much trouble.” She turned to men surrounding them. “Sorry boys, it’s a girl’s night out. Maybe next time.” She held the woman’s arm and started leading her to the door. One of the guys grabbed Emily while the others moved in front of them, blocking their path. “Well hold on there. Sweet-cheeks, we bought this purty young thing a drink, so now she owes us…”
Emily reached for her wallet. “We’re in a hurry, so I’ll gladly pay you back-” The man holding on to Emily shoved her against a wall. “We don’t want your money! We want something else.”
They bartender and the bouncer came over to the group, who was now the focus of the whole bar. The bartender spoke, “Now Jeff, there’s no need for this. Let you and your boys sit down and I’ll buy all of you another round, on the house.”
Shots rang out. The bartender and the bouncer lay on the floor. They were still both alive, but breathing heavily. Two of the five men had guns drawn and ready to shoot. The others were ready to take on anyone who defied them. The one who had shoved Emily walked over to the bartender and kicked him hard. “Karl, I’m tired of you and everybody else telling me what I can and cannot do. Now we’re gonna take these lovely ladies with us and no ones gonna stop us.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 25, 2011 18:57:03 GMT -6
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Ooh ooh! Emily needs to learn how to fight. She can't grow stronger, but she can learn defencive fighting. I also think learning how to use a gun would be beneficial.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 20, 2011 19:13:51 GMT -6
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“Yes, he did. You see, I car had come out of nowhere. And this gentleman carried me to safety.” The ferocious hug proved even more to Emily that they had once been lovers. Friends would never hug each other in such a way. And the way the woman kept glancing at the rock man. There was obvious attraction there. Standing in the middle of the road was no way for former flames to catch up.
Emily faked a shiver. She assumed it was pretty cold outside for those who could feel such things. “I’m starved. Would either of you like to join me for a bite to eat?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 20, 2011 19:00:29 GMT -6
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Emily was not happy being taken hostage. She wondered what possessed her to come to a nihilism lecture in the first place. She didn’t know what it was or what “ubermensch” meant. But apparently it wasn’t a good thing.
Whatever this man was planning, it couldn’t be good. Was he hoping for a ransom or a get-away car? No, this man did not seem the type to care about trifles such as those. He wanted to prove a point, probably about the meaning of life, since that is what he was spitting about earlier. Emily didn’t like it. There were too many people in this room. A panic could break out at any moment and mass hysteria never helps anything.
Was he planning to kill each of them one by one, hoping to see a reaction to how people pleaded for their lives? Was he going to put them against each other, hoping the desire for survival surpassed the desire for morality?
Two men interrupted the man. It looked like their might be a fight. There were too many people in the room. Someone might get hurt. “Dr. Black, I understand your desire to test the human condition, but wouldn’t it be more effective if there weren’t so many variables in your equation? I believe that you would agree that you should let some people go."
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 6, 2011 22:52:09 GMT -6
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I am getting married this Saturday (the 10th) and will be gone on my honeymoon until the 19th or so. I am going to try to keep posting until the 10th, but if the wedding gets too hectic this week then I'll let you know.
