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 3, 2015 16:13:10 GMT -6
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The woman was no worse for wear. That was good. But she was going to catch a death of cold out here if she stayed out in this windy weather. The pontoon was tied about five yards from a pier. Emily could easily lure the small ship into port. Then the woman did something strange.
This strange pink smokish thing surrounded the woman’s hand. It seemed to solidify a little and shaped into three objects. That was strange. Not as strange as other things she had witnessed since living in New York, but still strange. She reached out to touch the spatula as she spoke. “My name is Emily.” Then she realized how rude she was being and looked away toward the dock.
“I’ll pull us into shore then we can find a cab to take you home.” She grabbed the rope and began to pull. The rain was beginning to come down heavier and it was difficult for Emily to see. The winds were no help either. It was a blessing that the biting weather barely affected the woman. “I wish I had a coat for you. Maybe this pontoon has something.” She glanced around at their vessel as she continued to pull them to the dock. “That looks like a life-vest over there. Maybe that can keep you warm. The cold doesn’t bother me. So don’t worry about how I’m doing.”
When they made it to the dock Emily gabbed onto a wooden pole and wrapped the rope around it. It was difficult to maneuver off the small boat because of the waves, but Emily managed. Once her bare feet were steady on the dock, she reached her hand out to help the woman out of the pontoon.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 24, 2014 16:44:35 GMT -6
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Emily smiled at the other mutant. “It is obvious. You came to help strangers from a burning building from gang-members with machetes.”
Someone jiggled the handle and knocked on the door. “Un momento, por favor.” Emily knew a little Spanish. “We should probably head back to the table. We’ve been gone for awhile.”
Emile opened the bathroom door and smiled politely at the woman who was waiting to use it. Nalia and her son were still sitting at the table nibbling on some chips and salsa. Emily whisperd at the blonde as they headed back to the table. “I think we should head out of here. We’re no longer needed.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 22, 2014 13:35:47 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily decided to leave the knife there under some rubbish. She was about to pull it out when she heard footsteps coming her way. Not wanting to startle the man, she tried to hide the hilt of the blade with her arm-muff. The man complemented her on her outfit and mentioned he had been around during their hay-day and assumed she had too.
“Yes, though coat-dresses weren’t that popular back in Nawlins,” Emily stated with her southern belle drawl. “Too hot. For here, it’s perfect. Even though temperature doesn’t bother me anymore.”
Emily assumed that the man in front of her was a mutant. Or a human that was trying to trick her again. It was hard to tell. She looked again at the knife hilt. If the man wasn't bothered by it, then Emily wouldn't make a big deal of it either. The girl didn’t want to damage herself any more that she already was, so she was careful when she slid the knife out of her chest. “I hope I can patch this dress up. This skin will be easy, since I work at a mortuary. But I’m not sure if I want to see stitch line-“
She paused for a moment. “What am I talking about? A man doesn’t want to hear about fashion.” She walked closer to the stranger, extending a hand. The knife was still in her other hand, awkwardly being held to her side. “My name is Emily. If you are friends with that boy, I’m sorry I scared him.” Emily knew older members of gangs would sometimes watch the younger ones to see if they did their jobs right. Neither the boy nor this man looked like gang-members though, but you never know. “I’m about to head back to the main road. I was trying to take a short-cut this way but it seems to be blocked. Would you like a knife? I have no use for something this big.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 19, 2014 19:56:18 GMT -6
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December had arrived in the Big Apple. People were bundled up in greys and blacks, shuffling around to avoid the cold. There was snow on the ground, but the wind was bitter and stung any exposed skin. Even with the weather, people were out in droves trying to complete their Christmas shopping.
Emily wore a one-piece coat-dress straight from the 1920’s. She had seen it in the window of an antique store and just had to have it. The dress was developed in soft, midnight-blue, fine-twilled tricotine. Bands of blue grosgrain ribbon trimmed the collar, sash, and sleeves, as well as the sides below the waist. Tiny silver beads placed on the hip line and on the collar further brought out the beauty of the dress. A grey hat hugged her head and a matching faux-fur arm-muff surrounded one of her wrists. Her other hand was carrying a bag of items Emily would take home to wrap. Christmas was the best time of the year.
The girl looked at an app on her phone to see where her next stop would be. “It seems to be two blocks east…” she spoke to herself. From the map on her phone it looked like she could cut through a nearby alley instead of having to walk around the whole block.
The narrow alley was dark, but that never stopped Emily. It was a little filthy, but her boots were well made. She rounded a corner and came across a chain link fence. She would have attempted to climb it, if there hadn’t been garbage piled up in front of it. “Consarn it!”
Emily turned back around. In front of her was a man with a long knife. No, it wasn’t a man, but a boy, maybe twelve years old. “G-give me all you-your money!” The boy seemed nervous
“Ok.” Emily said simply. And began to reach for her purse.
“Don’t make any sudden moves!” the boy yelled.
Emily blinked. “I’m getting you my cash. Relax.” Emily felt sorry for the boy. It looked like he needed the money more than she did. And besides, it was Christmas.
“I said don’t-“ the boy stepped forward and tripped on a small piece of garbage. The knife plunged into Emily’s left chest. The knife was so long it could be seen sticking out of her back. The boy gasped and looked at Emily with horror. The girl stood there not sure what to do. “You still want the money?”
The boy screamed and ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Emily put the money back in her purse. “Well that’s too bad.” She looked at the hilt of the knife in her chest, wondering if she should leave it here or take it with her.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 19, 2014 17:57:37 GMT -6
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Emily listened intently to Sylar’s words, nodding intently. She then remembered the mutant was blind to her. This was not a time for words, so she wrapped her arm around him more, giving a tight squeeze. She hoped he could feel it through his tough outer shell, both literally and figuratively.
“Life was easier before I changed. I was a slave. My father was dead and my mother was taken from me. My uncle was trying to force me to be his mistress. When I refused, he killed me.” She was being perfectly honest. “After I died, I didn’t know what to do, what was expected of me. I became a monster that had to hide from my old friends and acquaintances. The little things you enjoy, like waking up and then rolling over to go back to sleep. Or the sweet smell of apple pie. Those are gone. All gone.”
It was weird to talk about all this. Emily always tried to stay positive and boisterous. Life was too long to dwell on the past. The woman had pushed out her memories and refused to think about them. Now here she was retelling them to an almost complete stranger.
“I’m not trying to make you feel bad or compare my past to yours. I’m just saying that even though you had it bad, doesn’t mean you have to be bad…I guess. I’m not one to judge.” She shrugged again. “Sometimes I think about how things would be easier if I didn’t care about what others thought of me.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 16, 2014 17:52:47 GMT -6
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Emily gave a sly smirk. For some reason she felt like they were doing something wrong. Not bad, just a little naughty. Like they were sharing a secret that shouldn’t be told. “Deal.” And with that all of Emily's anxieties disappeared. She had been freaking out over nothing. Thank goodness that Janette set her up with someone decent.
The dead girl put the glass to her lips but didn’t drink. The ice clicked on her teeth. “You’re more handsome than Janette described you.” That wasn’t accurate. Janette had been drooling over David for months. But from what she said, she wasn’t his type. Janette could come off as a little clingy.
“So how do you know Janette? She and I use to work at a mortuary together. I moved back to Nawlins and she left a year later to try her hand at acting. I heard she was in a few commercials, but none that I have ever seen. We got back in touch after I moved back.”
Soon the waiter came back with a salad and an extra plate. “Would you like some fresh ground pepper on your salad?” Emily nodded and motioned the man to stop after a few seconds. The waiter left with a nod.
“So where are you from? Originally? I was born in Nawlins two centuries ago. It was a different place back then, but I love how the city has kept most of its Southern charm.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 15, 2014 21:41:56 GMT -6
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Emily shrugged casually. “I don’t really understand it either. I think I was dead for maybe an hour until my mutation kicked in bringing me back. My heart doesn’t beat. I don’t eat or sleep. Blood doesn’t run through my veins, but someone I can move my limbs and everything. I can’t heal though. So if I had burned in that fire...”
She trailed off. Emily didn’t want to get into the gory details. She stared at the floor for a moment, deep in thought. “What about you? How did you realize you could enhance powers?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Dec 15, 2014 20:17:39 GMT -6
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The semester is over! Just one more to go. I am going out of town during Christmas week but this week I should get caught up on all my posts and be back to posting almost daily after the Christmas season.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Nov 28, 2014 2:05:48 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Could this guy just take a compliment? Debby Downers got on her nerves. But Emily understood where the man’s self-loathing came from, so she didn’t judge. She heard the distaste of humans drip off Sylar’s tongue by the way he spoke about them. Emily frowned. Sylar must have had some bad experience with humans to hate them so much. She placed a hand on his back for comfort.
You know those little kittens that have been in the rain? They have been in too many fights and are probably missing patches of fur and a part of their ear. This kitten is tough, yet still oddly adorable. This is how Emily was beginning to see Sylar. She sat down next to the crouching mutant.
She sat there without saying a word for a while, her hand still resting on his back. “At the turn of the century I watched a group of my dear friends lynched because they were different. Their whole lives they were prosecuted. And when they decided to fight back, they lost. And they paid with their lives. I had to cut them down myself.” Emily sighed. “The people who did it were never prosecuted for their crimes. There was nothing I could do.” Bringing up the memory hurt. The hatred that the men felt for her friends. And for what? Being different. Remembering the look on their family’s faces, the loss and hopelessness.
“I hated those men for a long time, even after they died. I hated myself for letting it happen. And what did that hate get me? Nothing. I’ve done so much more for myself and others after I let the hate go and went on with my unlife. What I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t let the pain of the past transform you into something you don’t want to be.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Nov 27, 2014 22:20:48 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily took another fake sip of her drink. The place was slowly starting to fill up. She felt kind of bad for being the only one in a corner booth that could sit five comfortably. She had a feeling opening night would be packed. The dead girl would find others to join her at her table. The more the merrier.
A beautiful feline woman could be seen near the front entrance. After her evening with Sylar, Emily began to find mutants with physical mutations more fascinating. They had always interested her, but after talking with the alieny mutant, there was a new fascination with them. She didn’t so much feel sorry for them, but felt proud when one would come out into the human world and flaunt his or her mutation. Maybe she should go around with an axe through her chest…Nah, that was a stupid idea.
She could see her talking to someone, but with the music and the growing crowd, couldn’t make out what they were saying. Emily thought of going over there, but decided not to because she didn’t want to lose her seat. Another gentlemen seemed to be trying to get in, but then the feline stepped back accidently, blocking his path. She took another not-sip from her drink.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Nov 3, 2014 18:22:13 GMT -6
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Emily butterfly swam toward whatever fell in the water. Whatever it was, it was sinking fast. Upon further inspection, it looked like a person. The dead girl swam faster, heading toward the bottom of the bay. She grabbed the limp figure by the wrist and pulled it up to her chest. She held the slim woman close to her body with her left arm and used her other limbs to get up to the surface.
When she broke the surface, Emily frantically looked around to find somewhere to put the woman. The sides of the river were too steep. A few yards away, a pontoon boat was anchored. She swam to it and shoved the fellow brunette onto the boat. Emily scurried up the ladder. The small water-vessel was slippery from the rain. The wind almost knocked the dead girl off her feet.
Emily leaned forward on her knees and put her head on the woman’s chest. There was a strong heartbeat, but the woman wasn’t breathing. Emily used her palms and did a few quick, hard pushed on the woman’s chest. She took in air and tried to force it into the woman’s lungs. She continued switching between the pushing and the breathing, until she heard several coughs from the unconscious lady. Emily turned the woman’s head to get the water out. “Madame, are you alright?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Oct 26, 2014 23:21:30 GMT -6
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Emily watched the mutant as he spoke about always being hungry. That must be terrible. From what she remembered, being hungry was a horrible feeling. Like an itch you couldn’t scratch. “People are more portly than when I was younger.” She continued to watch him as he cleaned his claws, wondering if he was trying to get the last taste of fast-food off of them. “I think your claws are pretty impressive. And you seem pretty strong, too.” That sounded flirtier than she meant it to. “I mean if I could choose a mutation, super-strength isn’t so bad. Being immortal isn’t very impressive. I guess I’d be good at combat, but my wounds don’t heal. I’m too vain to want to be in a fight. You seem like you’d be good to have around if a brawl were to occur.”
Emily made a sad face at Sylar’s response to having fun. “I do enjoy reading. Classics, Shakespeare, all of those. And I’ve done a bit of reading. If you want, I can always read to you. People tell me I’m a good story-teller.” She sat there for a moment, wondering if the man really enjoyed scaring people. He probably had a difficult childhood and wondered when his mutation manifested. “My mutation didn’t show up until after I had died. I use to wonder what would have happened if I died of old age or very violently. I think I lucked out on how I died, however that was.”
She crouched down next to the mutant man. The girl’s legs wouldn’t tire from this position. She never tired. “Do you have friends you spend time with, like that guy you body-guard for? I really have one person I go out with. She’s a non-mutant. We work together.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Oct 26, 2014 22:02:58 GMT -6
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Emily was puzzled at the question. She thought it was clear when she told the woman she was dead. Her zombified nature wasn’t from magick, but genetics. “Yes, I am a mutant.”
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, checking for any burns or objects that might have been impaled in her body. Hector’s oversized jersey almost went to her knees. What she could tell, her body was fine. “So your mutation enhances other mutations. Then you truly did save me. I am dead and have been for a long time. But I would have burned in that fire if it wasn’t for you. I would have survived, but I wouldn’t look regular anymore. And honestly, I do care what I look like. Very much.”
Emily went to the sink and wet her face, really just to do something as they spoke. She messed with her hair and began to braid it, speaking to the reflection of the blonde in the mirror. “And your mutation does something. I mean it’s not shooting lasers out of your eyes or psychic abilities, but it’s better than just not dying ever. Your power helps. I’m the one that’s useless.” She voice carried no resentment. Emily had come to terms with herself long ago.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Oct 16, 2014 22:00:36 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily blinked. The gentleman didn’t even seem to bat an eye. Like she had told him she was a vegetarian. That was refreshing and made Emily smile. “I don’t need to.” She looked at her glass of water that she hadn’t touched. “And if I do, it’s a messy business.” If, for some strange reason, she did eat, the food or drink would just sit in her stomach until it rotted and smelled. Emily couldn’t even vomit. But she wasn’t going to share all this with a man she was on a first date with. This was embarrassing.
“I want you to eat your fill. It won’t bother me at all.” She brushed some hair behind her right ear and looked up at her date. “I’m sure you’re hungry. If you want, I could order something and you could take it home with you for later.
She reached out to hold the top of his hand. “I know you are a gentleman, so you probably find it rude to eat in front of someone who isn’t. But please, eat. I haven’t had to eat in centuries. I’m use to people eating in front of me. In fact, I want to watch you eat.” She looked down at her water again.
“I’m sorry if that sounds weird. I know it does. But please, order what you want. And I’ll sit here and talk to you.” She looked at the man with pleading eyes. Even her bottom lip quivered a bit.
The waiter once again stepped up to the table. “Are you now ready to order? Or will you still need more time?” Emily looked up and smiled at the waiter. “Yes, we’re ready. He is ordering for the both of us.” Emily wasn’t going to let him sit there and think too long. He was going to order something and he was going to eat it.
