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 Jun 23, 2014 19:30:52 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily had given Chris a pat from the excitement of noodling. It deserved a hoot and a holler. She didn’t noodle anymore, not since her death. There was too much concern over losing a finger and not realizing it. Chris attempted a friendly pat in return. It reminded Emily of a handshake with a soft, limp hand. Well, it’s the thought that matters. Emily gave an angelic smile.
But the crash and the scream ended the pleasant conversation. The undead girl didn’t even notice Chris had jumped up until he spoke. Of course Emily thought someone was in trouble. What kind of question was that? She had a feeling Chris didn’t want to get involved. He was an awkward sort, for sure. Emily hoped they could be friends.
“I’m gonna take a look. You can wait here if you want. If I scream, call the police.”
She didn’t want the guy to feel like he had to be a knight in shining armor. Emily had lived alone for decades. She had run into gators, illegal hunters, and other wily folk and faired just fine. The female mutant motioned Chris to stay quiet. Emily tried the door, but it wouldn’t budge. Walking around to the back of the building, Emily noticed an open window that was slightly out of her reach. She grabbed a crate and hoisted herself up to the window. It was dark on this side of the building, with only the moonlight outside giving visibility. Inside, there was a rusted car with no wheels, some broken rubbish, and rows upon rows of mechanical equipment on high shelving. Plastic hung down from the ceiling, concealing more of the room and casting shadows on the walls and shelves. A large rodent scurried across the floor.
Emily dropped to the ground, making as little noise as possible. If there was something bad in here, she would find it before it found her. She headed toward the front, avoiding the hanging plastic to keep from making a commotion.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 18, 2014 20:58:13 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
"No. I'm from Wisconsin. My grandfather raised me, and I basically grew up outdoors. Hunting, fishing, swimming..."
Emily loved to get to know people. There was something therapeutic about sharing life stories. It keeps memories alive. Sometimes memories are all you have. “I did a bit of hunting and fishing in my time. You been noodling? Mm, that’s fun, thrilling, gets your heart racing.” She smiled sweetly at the mutant and patted him on the leg. She continued to listen.
"Except to buy your own sashimi, apparently."
The Belle let out a musical laugh. It was funny. There was humor in injustice. People had to find humor in it, or the anger could consume you. Emily enjoyed this mutant’s company. He was a little awkward, but there was a sweetness about him. He offered her a piece of fish. Emily shook her head. “Sorry, I’ll have to decline. I don’t eat.” She used her fingers to push her hair behind her ear.
There was a commotion behind the bench. Emily turned her head to see what could have made the smashing noise. The building was one story with white siding. Most all of the windows were boarded up, some of the glass smashed out. But there was a faint light coming from the building that wasn’t there when the two had sat down. A scream shot through the night air. Man, woman, animal? Emily couldn’t tell, but it had come from that building.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 16, 2014 23:08:41 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
But Emily had a problem. Universities liked students who had graduated high school and took certain aptitude tests such as the ACT. So, after some research, Emily began working on her GED. It took her two years, but she received her certificate in May. Her first ACT score was a 14, but with diligent studying and tutoring, she raised it to a 30.
And now Emily was back in New York City. While in New Orleans, she had applied to NYU and was accepted. Today, she had enrolled in her fall classes and had put in her application for the dorms. Emily was on top of the world. For the first time in a long time, she was thinking about her future.
The undead mutant sat on the stairs in the park. She looked at her schedule for Fall. Her plan was to get a Bachelor of Science in Biology and then go from there. So, she was taking Principles of Biology I, General Chemistry I, Calculus I, and a Freshman Orientation course. Ooh, maybe she would even join a Sorority one day. To prepare for the upcoming semester, she would go to the local library and find some books on her subjects. But first, she was going to sit here and people watch.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 16, 2014 23:07:57 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
It was a hot day on NYU campus. Emily stepped out of the administration building and headed toward Washington Square Park. She had never attended University. In fact, Ms. Leveau had never had any institutional education before two years ago. On the plantation in the early 1800’s, she had a few private tutors in how a lady should behave and the skills to run a household. After then, she never found a reason to higher her education. She had protested on several university campuses and sat in lecture halls on subjects that interested her. But she was never enrolled.
When she returned to the South two years ago, a mutant at Louisiana State asked her about her education; asked her about her future plans. Emily had never thought about it before. Why, after all these years, had she never thought about it before?
So she thought about it.
Emily had very few skills to make a difference in the modern world. She thought about getting a degree in political science. She wanted the United States to be equal to all its citizens. But would anyone vote a mutant into office?
So she thought of mortuary affairs. Embalming, restoration art, and other such skills would definitely help the undead girl keep up her physical appearance. But there were too many drawbacks. She had worked at a funeral home for a few months in New York and while she enjoyed helping families pick out coffins and setting up the flowers near a burial site, she was not fond of the sadness, the feeling of loss. She had lost so many herself. And the bodies with no souls. They just laid there on the cold metal. If she stared at them for too long, she imagined that it should be her on the slab. So no mortuary science for Emily.
Emily had this feeling that her existence was perpetuated by her brain. Somehow, this mind of hers was keeping her animated. But how? The girl wanted to learn more. So she decided on cognitive science. She decided to attempt to become a neurosurgeon. It would take about a decade. But Emily had all the time in the world.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 16, 2014 19:14:34 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily smiled as he began to eat. She loved it when people loved food. She loved it more when it was her food, but she doubted she would ever make sashimi. The girl envied the man. How amazing it must be to eat something you love. But Emily could not smell or taste. And consumed food just sat in her stomach going nowhere until it rotted away. Oh how she missed the pleasures of eating.
"You're not from around here. Why did you come to New York?"
“I first came to New York, mmm, Fall 2011. An old friend of mine was quite ill so I decided to come visit her. Before that I was in Nawlins. Well, the bayou near Nawlins. Two years ago I went back to Louisiana. Found out they were planning on passing a law that negatively affected us mutants. The law passed, but with enough lobbying and protests, we were able to repeal it.” She sat a few seconds remembering all the hard work she had accomplished. Decades ago it was for equal rights for all skin colors. Now it was equal rights for all people, no matter their genetics. Would humanity ever change and find peace with itself? “I just got back from Louisiana two days ago. I feel like this is where the Lord wants me to be. How about you? Are you a native New Yorker?”
Emily took a moment and watched Chris take another bit of his fish. “You make that look mighty tasty. What’s it like? Isn’t it slimy?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 15, 2014 20:39:43 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
"Are you a psychic?" The grey mutant seemed worried. It was true. Mind manipulators could be worrisome. The brain is such a powerful thing. Emily was sure it was the only thing keeping her alive.
“No no,” shaking her head with a smile, “I’m no psychic. But if you give me your palm I can tell you your future.” Emily had some training in palm reading from a few of her friends in New Orleans. She actually did believe in such things, but she wasn’t born with the gift. But she could read the signs. Anyone with a good eye could read the signs. “But you’re probably starving! Go ahead, finir son assiette! Eat up!”
Several feet away, Emily noticed a bench in an even darker part of the sidewalk that sat next to a rather questionable building. She motioned the other mutant to follow her and walked daintily to the wooden seat, one heel at a time. She sat down and patted the space next to her. “Viens ici. By the way, my name is Emily. Please to make your acquaintance.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 14, 2014 20:55:00 GMT -6
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
“Sorry for asking, but are you alright, miss…?”
Emily felt fine. She had just helped an adorable, froggy mutant. Southern Belles loved to help people, especially when helping people involved food. She wondered why he had asked such a question. He did seem bothered by something. She casually reached up to check her new scarf to see if it was covering her neck scars. She knew her sleeves were covering her shoulders. What had the grey mutant spooked? “I’m fine. Mighty fine. Why do you ask?” A fly landed on her face and she killed it quickly. Man how she hated flies.
The woman did everything that she could to seem alive. Her makeup brought life to her face. She remembered to blink most of the time. She took care of her flesh, checking it for breaks or signs of weak spots. She wore perfume to hide the faint smell of decomposition. Others close to her had told her about the smell. Someone would have to put their nose pretty close to smell anything. Did frogs have a keen sense of smell?
“I…I’m a mutant.” Emily wasn’t quite sure what had the man worried, but maybe it had something to do with her mutation. She wasn’t sure how much information she should share with the man. He seemed trustworthy, but dead things spooked most people. “And there’s nothing wrong with that. I mean…I’m alright. And I’m a mutant…who sometimes makes…other’s feel uncomfortable…” Why was this so awkward? She spoke about her mutation several times before. Maybe it was because the man in front of her had such a distinctive mutation while she had the ability to hide hers. Was she ashamed?
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 14, 2014 12:50:10 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
How long could it possibly take to cut up pieces of raw fish? The mutant looked around the restaurant as she waited. A Buddha with a smile on his face sat on the front counter. A cat figure with a moving paw waived at those who passed by. Music played over the loud speaker, but it was in English. It sounded like that “pop” music people kept talking about. She glanced at the raw fish behind the sushi station’s glass. How long had if been sitting there? Was it being kept at the right temperature?
Emily paid in cash after they handed her two styrofoam containers in a plastic bag. She grabbed a fork and a pair of chopsticks on the way out and left a tip for the sushi maker.
Emily crossed the street to the awaiting mutant. “Sorry about the wait. Who knew it would take so long?” The girl handed the plastic bag over. “Bon appetite!”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 13, 2014 17:31:34 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily followed the man’s finger as he pointed. It seemed longer than most people’s appendages. A shabby Japanese restaurant sat on the other side of the street. The brunette had never had the chance to partake in the eastern cuisine, but it looked beautiful. The noodles, the fried foods, and especially the sushi looked appetizing. It was an art form to create such colorful and exotic dishes.
"Do you see the restaurant there? Could you go inside and buy as much sashimi as you can get for this? Anything is good, as long as there's no rice in it, but preferably raw tuna, eel and shellfish. No vegetables. No wasabi. Sorry, I know it's a bother, and I can't pay you for it. But I'll owe you a favor."
Emily wasn’t sure what sashimi was. But on further explanation it seemed to be raw seafood. That didn’t sound tasty at all. Why did this man want such food? The man handed her some cash and she realized why his appetite was different than most.
The man was a mutant. He had no nose or ears. He reminded her of a frog except his skin was grey. The money he handed her was crinkled and had a sort of slime on it. Emily looked down at the money in her hand and then back at the hooded mutant. How long had he been waiting out here? How many people had he asked for help? Had he tried to go in and they refused to serve him?
The undead mutant hurried across the street. If she had stayed any longer she would have wrapped the man in a tight embrace. She wanted to feed him till he couldn’t eat any more. She wanted to give him a hot bath. She wanted to take him to Disneyworld and ride “It’s a Small World After All”.
Sashimi wasn’t cheap. Two dollars could buy you three bite-size pieces of tuna. Thirty dollars could buy a decent meal, but it wasn’t enough. Not for Emily. She bought fifty dollars’ worth of sashimi to the requirements that the grey mutant had requested. She looked out the window to the man across the street as she waited for her order to be ready.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 12, 2014 18:53:57 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily had been back in New York City for about forty eight hours. She had gotten her job back at the funeral home and had set up her room the way she liked. She spent the rest of the day wandering the streets of New York. The undead girl had bought a scarf for four hundred dollars and took in an off-Broadway play. She admired street art in predominately Puerto Rican streets and then Jamaican. Emily stood in a cemetery as a body was laid in the ground. She watched a couple fight and make up. Overall, she was glad to be back in the city.
Emily looked up from her thoughts and wondered where she was. Her eyes saw river and skyline. She would have to take a taxi back to the funeral home. Or she could continue to wander. It was getting late. Maybe she could find a place playing jazz or a local band with a good beat.
"Hello, I am sorry to bother you. I was wondering if you could help me with a thing? Please."
Those without homes had been asking Emily for coin all day. She was glad to help with food, but she didn’t want her money spent on spirits or drugs. So she insisted on buying objects for the needy, not give them money. She had been cussed at a few times by those who just wanted cash. Emily turned to see who was addressing her.
There wasn’t much light and the man was a few feet away, so Emily couldn’t get a good look at him. But he looked thin and he seemed to be hunched over. His clothes looked like they hadn’t been washed in a while. She assumed that he smelled, but it had been decades since she had enjoyed that sense. The Southern Belle thought of getting closer to the man, but she didn't want to scare him or come across as threatening.
“What can I do for you, shuga?” Emily had been in New Orleans, her home town, and the Louisiana area for the past two years fighting for mutant rights. Some Yankees may have trouble understanding her accent. She’d have to work on toning it down again.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 10, 2014 14:41:03 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily's phone vibrated a second time. Once again, it was her friend.
Heyy! I hate to do this but I need your help. Can you stop by my place ASAP? <3 u!!
She looked at her two new companions. "Um, it seems my friend needs me. I must be off. It was nice meeting you both." Before another second passed, she left the club. Maybe she would run into those two again one day.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jun 9, 2014 18:11:25 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily got in the back of the taxi. "I know a great place to find a new jacket. The prices are fair and the guy who owns it is a real peach. He's originally from Georgia but moved up here during the 80's because his wife fell in love with the Big Apple. She passed five years ago. Bless his heart, he just hasn't been the same..."
The undead girl was relieved to be out of that hospital, which put her in a chatty mood. They arrived at the tailor. They left the tailor.
On their way back to Emily's place, she explained her origins as if she was explaining how to do a common task. "My uncle loved me, but I'm not that kind of woman. Oh no. So he had someone kill me. I guess my mutation manifested itself after I died. I was eighteen at the time. I was born in 1824. What does that make me now? Hmm." Emily took a moment to do the math in her head. "How about you? How does your gift work?"
The taxi pulled up to the funeral home. "This is my stop. It was really nice meeting you. Hopefully, we can get together in less extenuating circumstances." Emily handed Alex her phone number and walked herself into the morgue. Hopefully, they would meet again someday.
