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 Sept 11, 2014 19:00:09 GMT -6
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Well that was an awkward greeting. But Emily showed no hint of it in her expression. Come to think of it, he had held on to his chair pretty tightly. Maybe he had an issue with touching. That would be all right with Emily. People that got to close could sometimes smell something off about her. Or they would make a remark on how cold her hand was. This always led to awkward conversations.
He was a gentleman for sliding in her seat. That earned him some points. She stared at her menu for a second. The undead girl could order something and just push it around her plate. Maybe she could make an excuse about not being hungry. But then the gentleman would probably insist on paying for the meal and it would be such a waste of money if she ordered something.
A waiter came by the table and began to list off the specials. Emily didn’t hear a word he said. It was really beginning to bother her. Should she order food or not? Should she tell him she was a mutant or keep that a secret? She was brought out of her thoughts when he asked what she would like to drink.
“Um. Actually, I’m not that hungry.” Would it be rude if she asked to do something else? She turned her attention to her date. “If you want to stay, I’ll just get a water.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Sept 10, 2014 21:43:58 GMT -6
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Emily was really enjoying this. It had been awhile since she had had a real conversation. She would talk with people, but it was usually one sided or the listener seemed uninterested. This was nice.
“No. The Phoenix Man I met was older, maybe in his forties. He was a gentleman. I wonder what ever happened to him… But your phoenix guy seems interesting. I never understood when mutants thought they were gods. There are so many of us, we’re almost not special anymore.”
Emily recalled the young man’s teeth. “I would say your fangs are more suited for meat eating. Do you cook it or do you eat it raw? I enjoyed raw clams once upon a time.”
“I don’t think you’re that scary. Sorry. I hope that doesn’t offend you. Yes, the claws, fangs, tail, and black scaly armor might be off-putting. But you seem really friendly to me. I’ve met a few people who have been scared of me. We are un-natural. A mutant who looks human but can control an element. Or a mutant with wings or some sort of were-animal. People almost find them normal. But we…” She was beginning to sound all philosophical. Emily didn’t like to think too deeply into her mutation. It was depressing.
“Hey! It’s really helpful that I work at a mortuary. The owner is very nice to glue my wounds together and he even showed me new makeup techniques that make me seem more alive. What do you do for your boss? Are you a hit-man?"
Posted by Emily Leveau on Sept 7, 2014 18:34:32 GMT -6
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Emily wondered if she should tell the vigilante about her mutation. What if she hated mutants and would regret saving her? Or worse, try to hurt her. But she owed the truth to the woman who saved her life. “The blood tends to pool in certain parts of the body after death. I’m pale because I have very little blood in that part of my body.” That came out a little blunter than she intended.
The restaurant was rundown on the outside. You couldn’t even tell it was open except for the florescent light that blinked in the darkened window. The inside was slightly more inviting. The décor showed its Dominican pride. The clock on the wall showed 8pm. The restaurant was busy. Many people from the neighborhood had come to talk about the fire and Los Trinitarios. There attacks were growing more violent. Some felt they should do something, take their neighborhood back. But nothing would come of it. Nothing ever came of it.
When the family walked into the restaurant another group stood up and allowed them to sit in their place. As they walked toward the table, people shared their condolences and insisted on helping them with anything they needed. A waitress was already waiting to take their order when they sat.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Sept 5, 2014 21:30:05 GMT -6
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The girl was relieved when Sylar informed her rats were afraid of him. That did make sense. Emily wondered if he gave off some sort of smell that repelled animals. That would be very helpful for the dead girl.
Emily shrugged when he asked if she was immortal. “I guess you could call me that. I met a unicorn and a phoenix man once over hot beverages. They were immortal. The zombie movies make me think I can die by destroying my brain. But I haven’t tested it. Er, don’t get any ideas.” That was partially a joke. The young man seemed nice enough. Here in the dark, he was just like any other person she met. She was even beginning to like the guy, even if he had been extremely rude to her in the beginning. But what did she really know about him? There were dark rumors about the Boogeyman, but they could just be rumors. She had her own rumors floating around her own head back home. None of them were true. Maybe his weren’t either. People feared what they didn’t understand.
“It is nice to not go hungry, but I admit I’m jealous of eaters. Especially now, with so many foods I’ve never had. Have you ever eaten chocolate? People look so happy when they eat it. I can barely remember taste. Or smell. I miss those simple pleasures.” It must be hard to find food when you looked the way Sylar did. Emily wondered how many nights he went to sleep hungry. Yeah, it would be nice for him if he never needed food.
"I will eventually..." Well it seemed Emily struck a nerve…again.
“My name is Emily.” He seemed to not want to talk about his mutation. He wouldn’t be the first. “Do you live down here? I live at a mortuary and do odd jobs there. Buy flowers, sell coffins, things like that. Sorry if I talk your ear off. I’m alone a lot so it’s nice to talk to people when I can. Let me know if it bothers you.” Two second pause. “So it’s really nice at the mortuary. It’s owned by an older couple, in their seventies.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Sept 1, 2014 17:40:06 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily stood up when the man approached her table. She reached out her hand in greeting, bringing it up in such a way the he could either shake it or give it a kiss. Her handshake would be firm, yet feminine. She would take the kiss coyly.
Since she was five, her mother had prepared her to find a husband. In her time, an octoroon’s best chances for a future were to become the mistress of a wealthy plantation owner. She was trained to be everything a southern gentleman would want in a paramour. But she had hid her charm when her uncle started to find her attractive. Hopefully, she wasn’t too out of practice.
“Yes. You must be David. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She sat herself back down and placed her maroon napkin on her lap. Emily wondered if she should reveal that she was a mutant right away. She would hate to actually hit it off with this man and then find out he was a mutant-hater.
“Isn’t this a lovely restaurant? I’ve never been here before. Janette said we had to try the crab soufflé appetizer.” She opened her menu and began to search through the entrees.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Sept 1, 2014 14:22:03 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Plan. They needed a plan. But what could two people do against someone who could kill all these full grown men? Emily didn’t want to share her unease. I mean, she just told the guy she knew what she was doing. Now, she would have to pretend that she did. “Fake it till you feel it,” mamma always said.
“All right, so you can control animals or something? I’m dead, so I feel no pain and can’t die. Can you call some animals? I think we may need a little back-up.” Back-up. That sounded like she knew what she was talking about.
Another gunshot wound came from the building the two men had entered. “Hurry we don’t have much time. I’ll distract him.” And she was off toward the building.
Was she stupid enough to go through the front door, where a man with a gun was probably standing behind cover, ready to shoot? Not quite. She stood on the edge of the doorway, back to the wall, and tried the door. It swung open when she pushed it. “The police have been called,” she yelled into the building, “I would leave, if I were you.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Aug 29, 2014 18:14:02 GMT -6
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You know what’s scary? Rats. Millions of them, covering a body and eating it. Their teeth can gnaw easily through bone. There would be nothing left. You know what sewers have millions of? Correct.
Emily imagined rats staring at her with beady, red eyes. In her mind, they couldn’t tell she was alive. She was a walking piece of meat. How easy would it be just to swarm her? She’d be gone seconds.
The girl jumped forward slightly when the voice came from behind her. “Oh my stars!” When she realized who it was, she calmed down and put her hand to her chest. “I apologize. You scared me. I thought you might be a rat come to eat my dead flesh.”
She began to walk behind the short man. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sylar. Very…strong name. Sounds similar to scythe, strong, reliable tool.” Her heels echoes as they walked through the damp underground.
“I’ve been dead for a couple centuries, so I guess I’ve gotten used to it.” That was semi true. “No. I don’t eat. The food just sits in my stomach and rots, quite gross. I don’t sleep either. Gives me a lot of free time. That’s why I’m wandering the streets in the dead of night.” Emily still couldn’t see very well and she didn’t want to slip in her heels. She reached out to grab his shoulder to hold on to, but instead grabbed the protrusion on his shoulder blade. Instead of making it awkward, she held on like she meant to grab it. “I like your mutation. Rather unique. Do you change into something fully?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Aug 27, 2014 21:07:41 GMT -6
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Emily’s eyes fluttered and she opened them. “I’m fine. Sorry for passing out like that. All this chaos must have finally got to me.”
She sat up and surveyed her surroundings. Her friend came over to her and asked if she was alright. Emily nodded. The fire department had arrived and began to unfurl their hoses. Some neighbors looked on while others found places to go. Men in uniform were not welcome in this part of the city. People didn’t want to be around when they began to ask questions.
Nalia and Hector were beginning to fidget. They didn’t want to talk to anyone either, even if it had been their home that was destroyed. Emily turned to the masked woman. “Thank you. For saving me. But we need to go. You can come with us if you want.” Two blocks down there was a small restaurant owned by Nalia’s cousin. She knew that was where they were headed.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Aug 1, 2014 15:31:26 GMT -6
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This was the stupidest things Emily had done in a long time. More stupid than following an alien-mutant into the sewers. More stupid that exorcising a ghost or trying to stop a man with a gun. How in the world had Janette convinced her to go on a blind date?
Several people would argue that the idea of a truly “blind date” was gone. It was so simple to type in someone’s name in google or a social website and find out what they look liked, where they lived, their favorite band, or their shoe size. But Emily didn’t like to use the complicated contraption called the interwebs. So this truly was a blind date. She didn’t even know how Janette knew this guy. All she knew was that his name was David and he was from across the pond.
Emily’s sleeves shirt was the color mocha. Cream colored lace lay on her collarbone and went up to her chin. She wore a pair of chocolate colored slacks and nude heels about two inches long. Her jewelry was chocolate gold and diamonds. Earrings dangled from her lobes, large bracelets circled her wrists, and a long necklace looped thrice reached to her bellybutton. Was it a little expensive? Yes. But this was a date and she was dressed to impress.
The restaurant was four stars and sat on the first floor of a historic hotel. Why did she agree to meet here? Emily didn’t eat. Was she just going to sit there while her date stuffed his face? Jeanette knew she was a mutant, so maybe she had revealed it to the man. She would just have to explain her mutation.
But who would want to go on a date with someone who was dead?
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 28, 2014 21:36:34 GMT -6
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Before Emily could do anything useful to help the battered man, someone grabbed her and forced her behind the dumpster again. “Let me go!” She said in a high whisper. “I know what I’m doing.” Truthfully, she had no idea what she was doing. But she had to do something. There was no way she could let the hooded man get away with all this bloodshed.
She heard a crack and looked out from behind the dumpster. A bird lay on the ground. Oh no. No no no. What is dead? A slight flutter showed there was still life within the feathers. Thank the Lord.
Gun shot.
From her position, Emily couldn’t tell if the large man was fatally wounded. She lost the shooter when he entered after him.
A voice traveled on the wind. A warning. Was it a ghost? What did it know? Best ignore it.
She turned to the boy who had pulled her to safety. “Do you have a cell phone to call the police?” Her eyes averted back to the bay doors. “Look, I’m going in there if you like it or not. Look at all the bodies. Look at what he did to your bird. There’s no way I’m letting this man get away with this. I’m gonna look in this trashcan for a weapon of some sort.” Emily opened the top of the bin. A swarm of insects met her gaze.
Yeah, Emily isn’t a fan of insects. She let out a piercing scream and fell back down behind the trashcan. “Don’t let ‘em eat me!”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 24, 2014 18:15:50 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
It seemed that the mutant in front of her was trying to be more polite. That was good. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as Emily first thought. Did he just compare her to the smell to sewage? Er…hmm…
The alien boy disappeared into the shadows of the alleyway. Emily contemplated if she should follow the guy. The police wouldn’t think she had been a part of the burglary. Would they? She didn’t look like a mutant, but she was standing right there in front of the jewelry store.
Should she follow the man, though? He had trouble with his social skills, that was for sure. But did he do it on purpose? Emily guessed he didn’t have many friends. She followed the man into the shadows.
A scraping sound bounced off the alley walls. A man-hole lay open a few feet in front of her. If Emily hadn’t been paying attention, she would have fallen in. Did he go in there? He had said he spent a lot of time in the sewers. It looked like he had disappeared, so he must have headed down. The undead girl contemplated again if she should follow.
The sound of footsteps and voices made her decision. She quickly jumped into the sewer and covered the manhole. Gross. It was pitch-black. “Hello? Did you come down here Mr….whoever you are?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 23, 2014 11:23:18 GMT -6
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Emily has always worked hard to keep up her appearance. Almost two centuries had passed since her death. Flies were avoided and killed on site because maggots were not something she wanted to deal with. Chopping foods was a delicate task. And like the reanimated monster from Dr. Frankenstein, Emily avoided fire like the plague. Fire bad.
The girl was frantic. If she breathed, she would be hyperventilating. Emily grabbed at the blonde woman when she approached, as a drowning person would desperately cling onto a flotation device. If she wasn’t careful, the woman could fall into the flames. But Emily wasn’t thinking. She was in a panic.
But the masked woman seemed to ignore the danger and lifted the beam for Emily to crawl out. The girl grabbed the other’s bare ankle and used it as leverage to hoist her free.
Her clothes were pretty much incinerated. How embarrassing. Emily hysterically looked over herself for signs of burns. “Am I ok?” Nalia rushed over and covered her with her son’s oversized basketball jersey. “Thank you, Nalia. I-“ And with that, Emily fainted. She would probably wake up in a few minutes, but for now, she was out cold.
