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 Mahadevi on Feb 26, 2015 11:36:06 GMT -6
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Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"How... people live? Like, biologically or, uh, culturally - um, or I guess emotionally or something? We don't have much of a science-y section but the self-help section's a bit bigger, and the travel section is mostly vacation ideas?"
Wow, this mort... this young man was not helpful at all. Mahadevi sipped some tea, trying to win time to consider her options, and burned her tongue. She had never been handed tea before that was not heated to just the right temperature. What did they pay these bookstore servants for?...
"Culturally" she concluded, making an annoyed face at the cup "How people live in this country. I am... I come from India, and I did not have a lot of experience living here. I was hoping there is a book that reveals how people are supposed to live in the United States."
Was there such a manual, or all the people living in the country were just kind of winging it? She wouldn't have been surprised if they did. Clearly their skills with tea were lacking.
>>"Here's your tea. I hope I put the right amounts of everything in for you."
She hoped so too. The tea smelled... vaguely familiar, but not quite right. Was it supposed to be green tea, or some other kind of tea? How did she not know what her favorite tea was?
She was holding a book in one hand, and reached out with the other. Her arms twitched again on instinct to help out with the task, and she blushed, holding them pressed against her body.
"Thank you." she hesitated, then decided to take a seat at a nearby table. She still felt awkward as an everyday person, and she also felt awkward about feeling awkward.
"I am looking to read a book about how people live."
She paused on her way to the book shelves. Did she? What did her servants put into the tea to make it taste like... tea should taste like? And would a mundane little shop like this even have the necessary ingredients?
"Honey." she said the first thing that came to her mind "And cinnamon."
That should be good.
The goddess moved to the bookshelves and started reading some of the titles. She reached out for a few, reminding herself in the last minute that she could only use two hands. The rest of her arms twitched again on reflex under her coat. It was harder to keep them still than she'd expected.
>>"We do. Coffee, tea, hot chocolate. Variations on each of them too. Mostly on the coffee and tea, anyway. I think we only have one kind of hot chocolate, but-"
"I would like green tea, please."
That was at the same time the least confident and the least elaborate order for tea that the goddess had ever done in her life. She was sure it was enough to defuse the situation, though. One of her arms twitched under the coat.
>>"The books are in the back. You can browse while I prepare your drink, if you like. Is there anything in particular you were looking for?"
"I am looking for... Well. I'll take a look."
She needed to figure out what she needed to know before she could find out how to go about knowing it...
The question did not make her any less confused. Were waiters supposed to ask questions like that? Was her confusion that obvious? What was the normal answer?...
"I'm..." she paused, looking around for an idea "Do you serve hot beverages?"
That was normal, right? People buying a vaguely questionable hot beverage from someone they had just met?
"I would like to purchase a hot beverage." she pushed on, mustering some of her usual confidence. "And also a book."
It is hard to be incognito when someone has eight arms.
Mahadevi (she still thought of herself as such, even though she had a mortal name) was grateful for the winter in New York. She wrapped herself in a bulky yet stylish coat, pressing six of her arms as close to her body as possible; she looked a lot less graceful than she would have liked, but not out of the ordinary. Someone as fabulous as her had to try really hard to look ordinary... so she opted for "celebrity incognito" instead, with large dark glasses and an expensive hand-woven scarf wound around her head. That should do it, she concluded, glancing into a mirror. For heaven's sake, she wasn't even wearing make-up.
Walking into the small shop she lingered in the doorway for a moment; it was hard for her to decide whether it was supposed to be a café or a bookstore. What did people do in these situations when there were no servants around to place an order and hand in a request?...
Posted by Mahadevi on Jan 24, 2015 19:12:57 GMT -6
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Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
The Goddess woke up to a pounding headache, a strange ceiling, and smells that she had never had to put up with before. She wrinkled her nose and reached up two hands to rub her temples, meanwhile extending another arm to ring the bell on the beds...
There was no other arm.
The man that was Joe Enders the night before sat bolt upright in the bed and screamed.
And screamed.
And screamed.
There was sudden movement, and a very frightened and frazzled brunette emerged from the folds of the bedding, wearing mostly nothing at all. The Goddess didn't care. She was used to occasionally having attractive people in her bed. She was not used to making do with only two arms.
She kept on screaming.
The arms she held up in front of here were also just... plain wrong. They were pale, and... muscular and...
... the screaming was wrong too.
The scream stopped as the Goddess scrambled out of the bed, tripping over a pile of clothes on the floor, towards what seemed to be the bathroom of a godforsaken, filthy mundane hellhole. She did not pay attention to the scared questions of the brunette as she fell with both arms against the wall, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
Posted by Mahadevi on Oct 11, 2013 13:24:24 GMT -6
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Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
The glass of cocktail in one of Mahadevi's many hands stopped halfway to the table and hovered mid-air, held lightly by the slender fingers, as the goddess watched the girl with a renewed interest in her eyes.
She... was... Perfect.
She was not one of the tourists. Not one of the gawkers, not one of the polite an unbelieving diplomats. Not a hippie, not a cynic, not even a born again Hindu who thought they knew the Goddess. This girl. New what divinity really was.
>>"While that direction worked well in the woods, i fear it may not have been meant for the city. To this end i seek direction from the god's and while they may not be those of this temple, still i come seeking aide in contacting them. One such as yourself seemed the best option. Can you help?... Well i know not what you value, i will bring whatever tribute is in my power for your aide"
Mahadevi inclined her head. Sure, the part about killing humans, that was... more up the alley of Kali and Durga than more graceful goddesses, but the girl's plea sounded genuine, and she was a true believer in divine guidance. If anyone deserved an answer from the Goddess, it was Aura.
"You made the right decision coming to me with your question." she nodded, setting down the glass. "It is not easy to follow one's beliefs in a strange world. I am... I have come here from far away as well. I can't promise you I can contact the divinity that guided you. But I can offer my help. As for the tribute... I shall decide on that later. For now, we shall just talk."
>>"Forgive this late interruption Honored one, but my question hound my mind and i fear the alternative might prove...messy and indiscreet"
Finally, someone who knew how to greet a goddess. Mahadevi smiled graciously. She expected another mutant seeking refuge, or trying to make acquaintance with the goddess, but not a genuine believer. Those had been scarce as of late, especially since the riots.
Waving one hand, she motioned to Aura to rise and take a seat on a pillow on the lower steps of her little pavilion. Another hand lifted a glass t her mouth, and Mahadevi sipped her fragrant drink before she spoke.
"Tell me your question, young lady. The goddess will listen."
Posted by Mahadevi on Sept 23, 2013 16:34:42 GMT -6
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Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
Business, if one can apply the term to a shrine, had been slow lately.
These strange people, Mahadevi reflected while sitting on her pillows, spectacularly enjoyed mixing politics with religion. Subsequently, since the mutant riots in the city, her shrine had been known more and more as a mutant sanctuary, and less and less as a place of worship. She had the creeping suspicion that the white-haired mind reader girl was not the only one who preferred to see her as a gifted human rather than a goddess.
There was a knock on the door. Mahadevi rose up from the pillows and arranged herself in a more regal position. Worshiper or mutant, a visitor was a rare thing lately. The guards opened the door and led the girl to the inner sanctuary, into the presence of the Goddess.
Posted by Mahadevi on May 27, 2013 18:55:21 GMT -6
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Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"Luke would be a reference to the Gospel of Luke in the Bible,"
Mahadevi nodded, only partially embarrassed by her mistake. Whenever it came to Westerners, they were not so up to date on the Mahabharata either. She noted with a small smile that the young man had the good grace of hiding his disapproval, if he felt any.
>>"And my thanks for the refill. You have an excellent taste... is this from Bordeaux,"
Oh, the joys of polite company.
y>"No need to apologize, a gracious guest should never seek an apology from his host, or hostess in your case. In truth I have also not been in the United States for all that long a period of time. My father was just appointed as the Czech Ambassador to the United States. I tend to prefer to avoid that kind of light, so I found something more constructive to do with my time though I do, on occasion, put in an appearance at one of his soirees."
"A diplomat" she nodded. It all made sense. The kind of eloquence and grace that the bird-man had had to run in a family. The fact that he decided to do something constructive, on the other hand, seemed like a personal trait.
"I appreciate your help, we definitely need it" she nodded "When I opened up my house I did not expect so many to come seeking shelter, and I am afraid I did not understand the measure of hostility towards the gifted either. I would be happy to listen to your advice on how to keep this place safe and contained..."
Posted by Mahadevi on May 25, 2013 19:43:34 GMT -6
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Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"Fighting, no. However, I have hunted for sport and to donate the meat to charity for many years and my mutation is such that it lends itself well to feats of marksmanship. Those of my faith are taught, in Luke 12:48 that when someone has been given much, much will be required in return; and when someone has been entrusted with much, even more will be required. I have been given much and so I am required to return that much and more."
"Luke...?" Mahadevi blinked in a moment of losing her role as divinity, then refilled the wineglass with one of her hands.
"I understand your meaning" she added, gliding over the fact that she was not entirely sure who Luke was and why his word should be quoted. But he had a point, anyhow. The bird-man admitted that he did not have much experience with fighting.
"Excuse me for not being aware of who you are" she said after some hesitation. He referred to himself as someone who had been 'entrusted with much' and from his freedom and confidence she could tell he must have been someone important... but she did not remember him from any of her studies about diplomacy, and a bird-man would have been easy to remember...
Posted by Mahadevi on May 25, 2013 19:28:55 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"You're who you've always been. You're a strong, independent woman who doesn't let people stand in your way. You're a leader, and you are dignified under pressure. That isn't going to change whether or not 'goddess' is tacked onto your name."
As if that was so easy. As if one could give up a lifetime of existing as a goddess and switch over to being mortal. As if she could make that decision without thinking about her life, her career, her followers. In a moment of sudden fear, Mahadevi realized that she did not know how many of the devout people she had spent her life with would still be by her side if she decided that she was only human.
For the first time in her waking life, the Goddess was afraid.
"... there will be a room ready for you upstairs." she said finally "You can stay as long as you like, and when you leave I will make sure someone escorts you home safely."
Posted by Mahadevi on May 24, 2013 19:03:28 GMT -6
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Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"My parents refused to admit I was a mutant. My...abilities at analysis and my awareness unnerved them, but because that ability was evident from birth, it was easy to push to the side as a 'mental illness'. After awhile, I started to believe them. I started to think I was just 'broken' and eventually, someone would find a way to fix that. Make the voices stop. But then my abilities only grew. Suddenly, I couldn't forget. Memories were as clear as they were when I experienced them. I didn't dream. I just remembered."
Mahadevi did not, in all fairness, expect the girl to actually answer the question. She expected a lot of other things - arguments, denial, silence, even tears... but not a straight answer. And onethat was not easy to hear.
>>"I used to think if I ignored it long enough, my mutation would go away. But my ignorance destroyed some of the few things that matter to me. You have a lovely home here. Perhaps i just don't want the same thing to happen to you."
The simple fact that she talked to her as one human woman to another stunned the Goddess more than her arguments about her mortality. She looked away and dropped two of her hands onto her lap, her shoulders relaxing as the righteous anger and the fight was starting to leave her.
Posted by Mahadevi on May 24, 2013 18:49:45 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"Protecting might be going a bit far. Nonetheless, I can fly and I can shoot and, as you have generously opened this... place as a haven for mutants during this time it seemed only right to also do my part in protecting those that might need it... Of course, I have heard of and know of those mutants who are protecting the city but, for the time being, I am not one of them in the strictest sense."
"I see" Mahadevi nodded gracefully. So he did not belong to the team of uniformed superheroes patrolling the streets. She did not know much about them to begin with, but they were still the ones with the most publicity. This bird-man, however, seemed to be a free and independent spirit.
"Have you done a lot of fighting before?" she inquired, looking at his bow and arrows. Modern day warriors fascinated her... and somewhere in the back of her mind also evoked memories that she did not want to have. It was a dream. Nothing more.
