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 8, 2014 18:35:57 GMT -6
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[URL=http://theultimatexmen.proboards.com/thread/11435/elora-mccabe-salem][IMG]http://i1166.photobucket.com/albums/q619/varoman/08061472613pm_e33a4_zps9d73f783.png[/IMG][/URL] So I just found a website to make easy sigs. This is the second one I made. It took three minutes so you don't have to use it. I just know it's nice to have a sig like everybody else.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Sept 25, 2012 21:00:53 GMT -6
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The main lobby. Right. That is where people enter and exit a hospital. Emily would have walked down every corridor in this place, a rat lost in a maze. Thank goodness for this man. Alex was his name, if she had heard him right. “Name’s Emily. Emily Leveau.” Emily slowed down her pace and walked pass the main reception desk. She gave a polite smile to the woman behind it. “I apologize for mai crassness. That man back thea tried to experiment on me. He cut off my head last winta. Seems he’d lak to dew it again.”
The southerner walked through the sliding doors and onto the outside entryway. The sun had begun to set over the New York buildings. Orange and pink lit up the twilight. At that moment, Emily missed home. She missed the Garden District with the old Victorian homes. She missed Bourbon Street where the street performers came out at around this time. Emily sighed and tilted her head down for a second. She collected herself and gave a genuine smile to the man next to her. “Whea to?” She pointed towards the taxi waiting for people who needed a ride.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Sept 9, 2012 16:12:24 GMT -6
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Emily stood in silence, lost in her world of memories. Sometimes they were more real to her than the present. But her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. She looked at the speaker with a dazed expression. Who was this person? The current day came flooding back to her. This was the malachite mutant. She remembered now.
“Aim sorry.” How long had he been standing there with his mouth agape? What had he asked again? Oh right. “Sorry. Ai am dead, act’lly. Um, it’s mai mutation.” She scratched the back of her head awkwardly. “Ai would be much obliged if we left. I’d prefer if someone from the morgue didn’t recognize me.”
Emily glanced around. Hoping no one recognized her. Or even worse, the doctor may come back. She started walking down a corridor. “Do you know if this is the way out?” Emily was spooked. In all honesty, she barely even noticed the man next to her. She was in flight mode and wanted the heck out of there.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Aug 30, 2012 13:36:21 GMT -6
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Sorry folks for being so scarce. I'm still around, but usually just for maybe ten minutes at a time. I've started my master's program and juggling my full time job with it has been difficult. I'll get to my threads as soon as I can.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Aug 24, 2012 19:36:17 GMT -6
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Morgues aren’t the most welcoming of places. They had taken Emily’s belongings and put them someplace safe for when her next of kin arrived. A really nice lady looked up the address on Emily’s driver’s license. She was surprised it was the address to a mortuary. The woman called the line and informed the man who answered of Emily’s demise. The man, John, said he would come after work to look at the body and gather Emily’s things. Emily’s body lay in a cold chamber. Her name was tied around her toe.
Four hours after arriving at the hospital morgue, Emily woke up. At first, she didn’t know where she was. Then she remembered the ordeal at the mall and the man she left behind. The woman hoped she would run into him again, but she knew the chances of that were slim. New York was a big place with millions of people.
Emily popped the latch on the cold chamber, which really was just a refrigerator/file cabinet made of stainless steel. She hoped no one was in the room; otherwise they may have a heart attack. The room was empty of the living. The girl stumbled around for awhile. She then realized her head was turned backwards. With a quick jerk she turned it back round. Emily found a white coat and wrapped it around herself. Now where were her clothes and belongings? She hoped they had picked up her shopping bags.
Voices could be heard outside the door. Emily rushed to find a place to hide. There was nowhere to go. The only place she could think of was behind the door to the room. She prayed it would work. A woman walked in with John, Emily’s co-worker. Before the woman leading John could turn around, Emily slipped out the door. Now, where to go next?
The woman led John to where Emily should be laying. She opened the cabinet and took a step back. The body was missing. “I know this was the right locker.” The woman looked lost and didn’t know what to do next. John smiled. “I’m sure she will turn up somewhere.” Of course, he knew about Emily’s mutation.
Emily found the room and put on her clothes. She grabbed her bags and other possessions and snuck upstairs. Arriving on the first floor, she stepped out into the hallway and headed toward the front door. A familiar voice stopped her in her tracks. “Well if it isn’t the dead girl? Are you well my dear?”
Emily whirled around. It was the man, the Doctor, from the night she met Aedus. The one who experimented on mutants. She guessed he was a real doctor, because of his jacket and nametag. Emily backed up a little. The man spoke. “Don’t worry, dear, I won’t get you here. But we will meet again, I promise.” He grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle kiss. “You’re so cold.” His smile widened. “Au Revoir, Mon Cheri.”
Emily was speechless. She kept an eye on the man as he turned around and disappeared down another corridor. She stood there in fear for awhile, remembering the ordeal at the storage unit.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Aug 16, 2012 19:26:44 GMT -6
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She would never admit it, but Emily liked being unconscious. It was the closest thing to rest that the over-century old woman could have. The original plan was to calm the man by approaching him. He wouldn’t expect that. Most people would stand their ground, afraid of being hit by a bat. Someone who doesn’t feel pain and has lived as long as Emily had doesn’t fear blunt objects. She had not counted on the man actually hitting her, especially in the head. Didn’t he know he could have killed her? It was strange her head twisted so far. It wouldn’t have happened if her spine hadn’t been damaged.
Her plan worked, though it wasn’t how Emily wanted. The tension between the mutant and the mob had dissipated. Crisis averted. Now she would have to go to the police station and show that she was alive. She would try to get him convicted of attempted murder or assault or something. She would think of all these things after she woke up, of course. At the moment, she had no idea what was going on around her.
People came and put her body in a black bag. They loaded her onto a vehicle. Even if she were to awaken, Emily would stay in the bag. It would be easier to escape from a morgue than a vehicle or a crowed outside of a mall. But the man had hit her pretty hard. She wouldn’t wake up for another few hours.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Aug 8, 2012 13:37:55 GMT -6
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Emily smiled. These two people seemed interesting. She was glad she had been forced to run into them. An artist? “Aim from Nawlens. We love artists down thea. What’s yer poison? Paintin’, drawin’, sculptin’?”
Emily listened to Shawn’s answer. “Well that’s impressive! Yer a real Henry Fielding.” Henry was a man from the late 18th century, but it didn’t even cross her mind that they wouldn’t know who he was.
"So how did you get into the funeral home business? It doesn't seem like that's one of those jobs that, when you're a kid you're like, 'I wanna work around dead people when I grow up'."
Emily wasn’t sure how to answer the question. She could say that she had a connection to dead people and the mortician helped fix her up whenever she scarred herself. Or she could say that it was a family business. Shawn worked with the police. From her experience, they weren’t too keen on mutants. He also worked at a special school. Sounded like a private, preppy place to Emily. Snooty people didn’t seem to like mutants either, or anyone, for that matter. “Mai uncle runs tha place. Ai moved up hea to help him out at the funeral parlor.”
So it was a full-out lie. Emily hoped it wasn’t too see-through. She wasn’t the best at lying. She smiled, hoping that that at least looked genuine.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Aug 8, 2012 13:12:13 GMT -6
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Emily had witnessed a number of lynch-mobs. The southern belle had watched friends tortured and killed just because of the color of their skin. It was a new century and a new group to hate. Humanity never changes.
Emily watched as the mutant next to her grew chainsaw swords. She watched as more people left the group of hate. But a group of spectators watched several yards away. Even a few law enforcement type people looked to be in the crowd. Emily wasn’t surprised they didn’t try to stop the fight. People seemed to always want to see what would happen before anyone intervened.
The undead-girl looked her companion over. He wasn’t too bad looking. His shirt was drenched in sweat and several tattoos and scars showed through the damp fabric. Emily yelled at the man with the bat. “Don’t be fools ya’ll! Yew saw his malachite pick up tha girl, what makes yew think it can’t cut threw yew!”
Emily held the kitten gently in her arms. She had no where to put it if I blows were made. Emily had an idea. She approached the man with the bat. “Yew wouldn’t hit a girl with a baby animal, would ya?”
“Wanna bet?” The man yelled and swung at Emily’s head. It struck, knocking her unconscious. Her head spun back 140 degrees. She fell and the kitten fell into one of her sacks. It was too frightened to run away.
Pandemonium. Everywhere, people started yelling. Law enforcement finally got off their tails and approached the man with the bat. The man decided to run. People seemed to have forgotten the mutant, now that a dead body lay on the pavement.
A police officer eyed the malachite man warily as he approached Emily. He looked at her neck and knew she must be dead, but he checked her pulse anyway. He radioed for an ambulance. The dead body seemed to make the officer very uneasy. Or maybe it was the mutant. He retreated, mumbling about catching the murderer.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 26, 2012 19:12:01 GMT -6
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I will be going on a mission trip to South Dekota from this Saturday till next. I owe posts to two threads at this second and I hope to get to them before I leave.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 21, 2012 20:33:01 GMT -6
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Umm, can I ask for a siggy for another site.
Character Name: Jasmine Lee Play-by: Tang Wei Type of Graphic: Siggy Desired Text: (Just her name) Additional Details: Also has a Siamese Cat and/or were-cat
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 21, 2012 14:41:10 GMT -6
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Emily was ready to run out into the street. She wouldn’t have time to grab the child and run. She would just have to push the girl out of the way and bare the impact of the truck. Lovely. But before she could sacrifice herself, the man she had noticed before suddenly began to grow. Not his stature, but his arms. Emily knew he was hiding something!
His arms seemed to be made of some sort of greenish rock. They reached out and scooped the little girl up in a small seat. How very clever of him. Emily noticed people beginning to run from the scene. It took the undead girl a second to figure out why. It disgusted her that they were running from a man saving a child. It was because he was a mutant. It was because he was different. Ugh! If she were a man she’d spit on the ground.
The man gently deposited the girl on the ground near his feet. The girl, Madison was it, had been holding on the kitten quite fiercely. Now the kitten struggled to get free. Emily walked over to the little girl. “Thank ya so much for savin mai little kitten. Cain I have her back, please?” It really wasn’t her cat. But she believed the little furball had had enough excitement for the day. The little girl smiled and handed the kitten to Emily. She stood and reached out to her hero’s arms. “Pweddy gween!”
Suddenly the girl’s mother came up. Where had she been this whole time? She reached out and slapped the hero in his face. “Don’t you DARE touch my daughter! You FREAK!!” She grabbed the child and stormed off.
A small crowed had formed around the two and the kitten. Jeers were being made. Hateful words about mutants. One delinquent threw his soda can at the man.
Emily hadn’t seen this type of hate since her sit-ins during the 60’s. This was disgusting and horrific. Whatever happened next, Emily would follow the hero. If he fought, so would she. If he ran, she would be right beside him.
