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 Jul 1, 2014 21:35:00 GMT -6
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Forecasters said it was going to be a downpour and stay indoors. The moon was hidden by the rumbling clouds, but the lighting kept this area lit up like Times Square. Emily wondered what would happen if she got struck by lightning. The thought of the shock getting her heart to start beating again gave her a smile. She knew it was impossible.
Emily enjoyed the torrent of raindrops. Why, she wasn’t sure. The dead girl could not feel the cool water or the wind that went with it. She could not smell the city streets as the grime washed away and was replaced. Well, actually the grime wasn’t being washed away. Stepping off the sidewalk, one would be ankle deep in dirty water. Apparently, this area didn’t drain well.
Maybe it was the quiet and the sound of water hitting her umbrella that she loved so much. And this part of the city was deserted at this time of night. The vagrants had found dryer places to stay.
Emily noticed a van slightly sticking out of an alley up ahead. She thought of crossing the street, just in case someone was inside that wanted to kidnap an eighteen-year-old-looking girl. But as she got closer, she noticed the windows had been broken in. And there was blood. A lot of blood.
What in tarnation?
The mutant’s rain boots squeaked as she looked behind the van to see if anyone was around. This would be the second time in her two and a half weeks of being back in New York to call the police for a murder.
But her phone was dead.
Fiddlesticks.
Lighting lit up the alleyway behind the van. There was a loading dock far in the back alley and it looked like some people were back there. Emily thought of running, but one of the figures cried out in pain. She could hear it from where she stood, even with the downpour. She had to try to help him. Emily closed her umbrella and began to try to sneak toward the loading dock, using the huge dumpster several yards in front of her for cover.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 1, 2014 19:38:23 GMT -6
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The Brooklyn Museum was a massive, grey building with about 1.5 million works of art. It had taken Emily four days to really appreciate every painting, sculpture, and historical piece the museum had to offer. She was pleased with her accomplishment. The featured exhibit, Swoon: Submerged Motherlands, was especially breath taking. If one had breath to be able to be taken away.
The heat outside was sweltering. Emily could see the waves coming off the pavement. People around her were sweating, their clothes sticking to their skin. But the dead girl felt just fine in her outfit. The jeans were a little too clingy for her liking, but long skirts were a little too out of season. She was happy her body did not feel the heat or produce sweat. Otherwise, walking to her next destination would be almost unbearable.
Her next stop was the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. But how to get there? She looked at her phone. Just head south through the park. That wasn’t so bad. The cell phone was an amazing invention.
Prospect Park was lovely. Emily loved to be around the trees and other flora. A squirrel chatted to her from above. Lovers held hands. Man, today was going to be amazing.
A few people sat on the grass that looked out to Washington Avenue. Some read books, others chatted with friends. Emily remembered the last person she had tried to befriend, a grey frog-mutant named Chris, and shook her head. That had been a bad experience. Why was she so different?
She shook her head again to banish the negative thought. Her brain wasn’t going to ruin her amazing day. Nope.
Emily noticed a disheveled boy sitting alone. Boy? He looked about Emily’s age when she died, maybe a year or two younger. He’d be a man in her day. He looked just as lonely as Emily felt. She had to find an excuse to go say hi.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 30, 2014 16:42:53 GMT -6
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Emily didn’t move until someone touched her on the shoulder. It was a police officer. She answered questions as truthfully as she could, leaving out Chris so they wouldn’t try to ask him any questions.
Chris had left. Emily wasn’t surprised. She probably would never see him again. He had said he owed her a favor, but what excuse could Emily ever come up with to visit him. She would remember where he stayed, just in case.
The body was placed in a black bag and loaded into a white vehicle. From the way those on the scene spoke, they suspected foul play. Emily hoped whoever had hurt the woman would be found and tried to the full extent of the law. Other important looking people showed up and entered the building, probably to search for clues. She gave them her information if they needed any more from her.
Emily left, walking north. She had nowhere in particular to go. Maybe she would go back to the funeral home to clean up. That building had been particularly dusty.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 29, 2014 22:02:31 GMT -6
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When Chris pulled away, it was like a cold knife sliced through Emily’s heart. She stood a second in disbelief. Everything was going so well. The abandoned building hadn’t even phased her, but it looked like the dark unknown had gotten the better of Chris.
He was terrified of her.
Emily was dead. As dead as the woman on the floor. And people feared the dead, making up stories to frighten others and themselves. Vampires, Frankenstein’s monster, zombies, and ghosts were all dead things that defied the natural order of the world. Emily was a freak of nature.
“I…I’ve been around for a long time, Chris.” Emily inched sideways a few feet and walked toward the open front door in an arc, keeping away from the other mutant. She kept her eyes down out of shame. “I don’t eat. I don’t sleep. I don’t breath… My heart doesn’t beat anymore.”
Emily wanted to run away. Run away from this horrible situation. She was tired of this. Tired of trying to make friends. Tired of being reminded that she was inhuman and something to be feared.
The girl hurried out of the front door. Her sudden turn and the gust of wind from outside sent her black scarf flying into the road. She hurried to catch it and swiftly wrap it around her neck again, hoping Chris hadn’t seen. Hoping the jagged scars that went all around her neck from the night a man severed her head off over a century ago went unnoticed. She sat on the curb and laid her face in her hands. With luck, Chris would leave, and she wouldn’t have to explain herself anymore.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 28, 2014 18:50:31 GMT -6
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“Oh, the screaming was probably just the wind carrying it from somewhere else. I wouldn’t worry about it.” She yelled back down to the awaiting mutant.
Emily shined her light into the upper part of the building. In the corner of her eye, she saw a grey shadow standing in the corner of the room. If she looked at it straight on, it would disappear. The undead girl gave an understanding smile. She quietly spoke to the upstairs room, “Come, I’ll show you the way out.”
The girl made her way down the ladder and found the front door of the room. It had a wooden bar in front of it and two common locks. She removed the bar and undid the locks. The door was a little hard to open, but with a little bit of jiggling, it finally allowed itself to open. The dim, outside light flooded the dreary room. Emily spoke clear and loud to the room with the chair. “We found you and free you from this prison. Go into the light. You are safe now.”
Emily heard footsteps once more heading out the door. She thought she heard a female whisper a thank you.
The female mutant made her way back to Chris. “It was just a squirrel up there. I thought encouraging it to use the door to get out would work. Guess not.” She shrugged. “Squirrels are stubborn.”
“I’m going to wait outside for the police. If you want to go, I understand. I can wait alone. Let’s get out of this building. It’s kinda creepy, isn’t it?” She pulled on Chris’s arm to get him to follow her into the room and out through the front door.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 28, 2014 14:43:29 GMT -6
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Emily walked over to the awaiting Chris. She hadn’t known he could jump so high. She had been impressed. They opened the door together, but whatever was behind it made a loud crash as whatever rubbish was on top fell to the floor.
The girl froze and waited to see or hear anything out of the ordinary. Nothing.
She stepped into the room, using her cell-phone as a flashlight. Emily wanted to remain in the dark, to avoid bringing attention to herself, but she had a feeling no one in the building was here to harm her. The light above the chair stayed dark. The form on the floor was, from what Emily could tell, a woman. She had been there for quite some time. The insects and other scavengers had already moved on. She wore a black dress and heels.
Emily sat in the wooden chair and looked at her GPS to find out what address she was at. Calling the police, she let them know her location and what she had found. She closed her phone and stared at the woman in the dark. “They’ll find out what happened to you. You don’t have to worry anymore.”
She heard footsteps again, this time from above. There was a vertical ladder that led up to the second floor. Emily used her phone again to make her way up the metal rungs. She spoke to Chris as she went up, not worried if anyone else heard her. “It’s probably just mice or old wood, but I’m going to make sure, just in case.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 27, 2014 21:05:07 GMT -6
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The biggest of the six snarled at the blond woman, “Desaparece, rubia, este no es tu lucha.” They had come to intimidate the family that lived inside. If lives were lost…eh. The man barked out orders to one man and motioned another to deal with the pretty lady. “Jose, vaya alrededor y chequea si se abre.”
“Hector! Nos has traicionado!,” one man yelled as he headed behind the house, “Nadie traiciona los Trinitarios!”
The man that headed toward the blond woman believed she was too beautiful to use a weapon on him. Let’s scare her with his muscles, tattoos, and impressive facial hair.
Two of the others tossed the lit bottles into the broken windows of the home. Emily set the gun down and grabbed the blanked that lay on the couch. She hastily began to try to smother the flames.
Hector grabbed the gun to protect his home and shot twice out the dining room window, ignoring the flames that had begun to eat the dining table that once belonged to his grandmother. His mother shot from the living room.
The blanket had only fed the fire. There was a small fire extinguisher under the kitchen sink. Emily ran to it and began to use it in the dining room, but the fire had already spread to the countertops. She was afraid the house was beyond being saved.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 25, 2014 19:39:42 GMT -6
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The broken-down barrios of New York City would probably be the last place someone would suspect to see Emily Leveau. This was Trinitario territory. Two years ago, I had belonged to the Latin Kings. But the Trinitario had a tendency to dispose of anyone who got in their way.
In a single-story shot-gun home sat the undead mutant. She was chatting quietly with a Dominican voodoo follower. They had met at a temple two years ago and had kept in touch ever since. The dark-skinned woman had her hair in dreadlocks that she kept wrapped up in a scarf. Dark circles sat under her eyelids from lack of sleep. She feared her son, Hector, may be getting involved with the Trinitario.
Emily had come over to comfort Nalia, bringing groceries and shoulder to cry on. They had made dinner and Emily watched as the other woman ate. The dishes had been done and now they sat in the quiet house. Hector had been gone for two days. Nalia was worried sick, but Emily tried to convince her it was normal for a fourteen year old boy to hang out with their friends for extended periods of time.
There was a banging at the front door, which startled the two women. It was Hector. Nalia unlocked the five locks that secured the wooden door and the medal, barred door in front of that. The young boy rushed into the room, speaking rapidly and urgently. Emily could not understand what they were saying to each other, but it was apparent Hector wanted his mother to go with him. Nalia just stood there, confused, but happy to see her son was alright.
A car screeched to a halt in front of the house. Hector slammed the doors shut and locked them. Out came five men flying Trinitario colors. They wielded machetes. Nalia ran into the back room. Hector stood dumbfounded. Angry shouts came from outside the home. Again. Emily did not know what they were saying. But it wasn’t good.
Nalia came back, carrying two shot-guns. She handed one two Emily and asked if she knew how to use it. The mutant gave a determined nod. Glass broke from the front window in the dining room. Then from the window in the living room. The Tinitarios hadn’t brought guns, but one was lighting what seemed to be a liquid soaked rag inside a glass bottle. Emily knew none of the neighbors would call the police. The police probably wouldn’t come to this side of New York City anyway. They were on their own.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 25, 2014 17:35:48 GMT -6
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Emily realized that the scream probably alerted the awaiting Chris, who she believed was still petrified outside. The police would probably be on their way soon, if the male mutant believed that unearthly noise was from her. Oh how this night had changed. It started with pleasant conversation and an exotic meal. Now, Emily was searching for a sound unseen in a deserted, decaying building.
The metal door was unlocked, but there was something in front of it, something heavy. She was able to open it enough to peek through. The light flickered on again, but then quickly extinguished itself. From the few seconds Emily had been able to see, she was able to decipher a single wooden chair, sitting in the center of the grungy room. The light had been swaying above it, hanging from a rusted chain. There had been a form on the floor near the chair, but the light had been too dim to make it out.
She tried to push the door open even more, but whatever was blocking it was too heavy. Emily looked behind her and noticed a figure standing in the shadows. How long at it been there? She did what any reasonable person would do and ran up on the figure, brandishing her crowbar. Oh, it was just Chris. She hoped she hadn’t given him a heart attack.
“There’s something blocking the door. I need your help to open it.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 24, 2014 19:31:29 GMT -6
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The farther Emily walked into the building, the less she could see. She thought she heard footsteps to the right of her, so she headed that way. She hadn’t even noticed Chris had followed.
She stood in place to keep the floorboards from creaking. The space around her was a silent as a tomb. Emily did not blink. She was not distracted by the sound of breathing or her own heartbeat because she had neither. There was no wind moving through the building. Emily wondered why what seemed to be a mechanic’s shop had wooden floorboards. She concluded that this building was something else before its transformation into a home for automobiles. It looked like it had been abandoned for quite some time. Why leave all of this equipment behind?
Was that a giggle? Or maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. She walked behind another shelf and noticed a medal door. A small amount of light filtered in from the bottom of the entrance. A sheet of plastic trembled about ten feet away from her, making the sound: shsh-shsh.
Emily grabbed a crowbar that lay on the floor. Should she go through the door, or investigate what had made the plastic move?
Another scream. From behind the door. The light flickered from behind the door and went out. Emily decided to try the door handle.
