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 Rupert Kelley on Sept 1, 2007 22:13:57 GMT -6
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((ooc: Sorry for the late reply! Had my own B-day party to plan & attend. And thanks for the link! I’m gonna have to download that song now, lol.))
While Rupert enjoyed the small talk and the chicken wings—hard to say which was better, actually—what he was looking forward to through their whole meal was hearing Raina sing. From that obvious glow she was carrying, he doubted it was far from her mind, either.
Though Rupert clapped with the rest when the band finished, he had to admit he was happy to see them leave the stage. It was a shame, almost: they’d been really good. But in light of what was coming… he wished their set had been about five songs shorter. And he felt guilty for wishing it. Guilty enough that he fully intended to buy their CD on his way out tonight, so he could listen to them properly.
"Joe tells me your a detective. I'll confess, I've heard about the horrible massacre that happened a short while ago. I'd like to offer my condolences. What a tragic waste."
Rupert was more than willing to shake Casey’s hand. “Thank you, Sir. On behalf of the force; we all appreciate that.” Months later, and still there were people like Casey here who remembered what had happened at the Sanctuary. It was good to know that it hadn’t faded to the back of everyone’s minds like so many other tragedies seemed to. Now if only there were some mutants who were willing to offer their sympathies about the whole thing, maybe he’d actually start to feel better.
…Alternately, Raina could spontaneously plant kisses on him. That made him feel better, too. And alarmingly flustered. He was actually blushing as he flashed her a thumb’s up, and called, “You don’t need luck! Just sing!” to her back. Just seeing her up on the stage made him feel calm and relaxed—he really was looking forward to hearing that voice again, wasn’t he? He smiled back at Joe’s comment about forbidden voices. “I think you’re on to something, there…”
Before she started singing, she looked radiant.
With her first words, it was like a chill went down his spine.
After that, he was spellbound.
"Let it die, and get out of my mind... we don't see eye to eye, or hear, ear to ear....”
Something whispered in his mind—why did she pick this song? Casey picked it for her, he answered himself, and let it drop.
“Don't you wish, we could forget that kiss... and see this for what it is? That we're not in love”
But I am in love, he admitted to himself. And he couldn’t imagine anything the future could bring that would make him want to forget that first, spontaneous kiss. As her song went on, he didn’t even hear Joe talking. There was only him, and Raina, and that voice.
"The saddest part, of a broken heart... isn't the ending so much as the start”
There was nothing in the world that could make him regret meeting Raina. It had been haphazard and crazy, but it had been—and it still was—wonderful. For the first time, he wondered to himself it this might actually be the start of something. Was he the sort of guy that could commit to a long-term relationship? You don’t hit twenty-seven with the crown of bachelorhood because you can quickly return a ‘yes’ to that.
But there was that voice. And the way she moved with her own music; it was a part of her. Anyone watching would understand that. It seemed almost like she was casting a spell on herself, like her own words where numbing her to the world, and taking her somewhere else—something that Louis’ ice effects were only emphasizing. He picked his way past tables and chairs and applauding audience members to meet her as she came off the stage. “You were great,” he said softly, and wrapped her in a warm hug.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Oct 2, 2007 10:49:50 GMT -6
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Rupert stood silently, under the torrent of the sprinklers. When had those started going off? Some time ago, he realized. The water from the Mansion’s emergency defenses blended with the storm drops already in his hair, running down his back and his face in thin streams. Cold streams. Cold.
Raina—
The wolf girl was crying, and walking away. Her fox-eared sister was following her. Consoling her. Michael was with them. Michael—he’d seemed like such a good kid, too. Rupert felt a small pit of sadness in his gut. But more than that, he felt
Raina was—
cold. Some kid he’d never seen had literally dropped out of the ceiling, and interrupted his shot at the wolf girl. Freaks defending freaks through freak chances. Great. The kid was wobbling now, yelling something. Stupid of him. Rupert couldn’t make out his words—the water streaming past his ears was loud, and numbing. Other officers were shouting. Rupert thought he heard his name, coming from many lips. Friends. Enemies.
Raina was a—
He’d heard his name from the radio on his shoulder, a while ago. Hard to tell exactly when, in all this. Yellow Eyes’ voice. Idiot. He seemed to think this was Rupert’s doing. Complete idiot. This wasn’t Rupert’s doing, any more than this was Captain Cynthia Myer’s doing, anymore than it was Congress’ doing. This was the will of humanity. This was the start of something new, and overdue. This was their stand against all the freaks of the world, who could destroy a man’s life with a whim.
Raina was a mutant.
Rupert looked at her, through the water obscuring his vision. The boy defending her was finally dropping from the traq shots. He fell as Rupert’s gun arm rose. Detective Rupert Kelley was looking into Raina’s eyes as he fired. It was a look as cold as the damn lying freak’s mutation.
Sound returned as the dart impacted her chest. A hand clamped down on his shoulder—Officer James Delray, whose partner had been killed by a mutant at King Pharmaceuticals, just like Rupert’s partner had been killed at the Sanctuary Massacre. The young beat officer looked and acted like polished steel. He wasn’t going to cave again, like he did back at KP. “You okay, Rup?”
Rupert turned away from Raina before the dart had even brought her down. “I’m f***ing fantastic, James. Com’on—I got your back. Let’s finish this.”
He left the room. He didn’t look back. The sound of her voice haunted his ears. She’d left him feeling cold; he cozied up to his rising anger for warmth. Beauty was such a farce.
((ooc: ...And that’ll probably be Rupert’s last post in this thread, me thinks. Continued in "Flagpole Sitta".
Stylistic inspiration credit for this post goes to Iris, and her amazing work in the "Barreling Down Memory Lane" thread.))
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 30, 2007 23:47:49 GMT -6
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((ooc: Emerald, Raina, and I have a little something planned out for our charas. Just so everyone knows. ))
It would figure that at this moment, as he rushed through the Mansion halls with a tranq gun clasped between his hands, that his thoughts would be with Raina. Her hauntingly beautiful voice seemed to fill his ears, and guide his feet. All other sounds faded to the background. It was a song of beauty, and protection—he dodged around pockets of chaos, moving forwards, letting that phantom song lead him. Maybe even protect him. He passed through the fights that were breaking out all around him, unscathed.
Her song stopped. Rupert stopped with it. A snarl sounded to his left.
"This is your doing!" Emerald Lupin accused.
Rupert opened his mouth, then closed it. His jaw tightened as the girl shifted into her wolf form. He’d never actually seen it. It was larger than he’d been expecting. Black. Red highlights shimmered in its fur, and in its raised hackles, with each angrily measured step it took. He turned in a slow shadowing circle as it paced him, keeping his gun aimed half-way between the floor and the mutant. He didn’t care for this sudden feeling of being on the losing end of a nature documentary. He could feel her growls strumming through his chest like low bass notes. The scar on his lung began to ache. Every muscle in his body tensed. He was helping this freak again, why?
"Emmy don’t! I don’t want you to get hurt." A young girl with fox ears burst out, her voice innocent, and pleading. "I’m sure it’s not the cops fault!" Rupert’s gaze flicked to her for the briefest moment. Ah. That was why. One of the reasons, anyway.
When his eyes flicked back, he found the wolf a little too close for comfort. Time to end this. Rupert readied himself. “Believe me or not,” he stated levelly, “this is for your own good.”
In a sudden jerk, he raised the tranquilizer gun, and fired.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 29, 2007 10:06:08 GMT -6
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The rain pelted down Rupert’s hair, trailing down the nape of his neck, and under his Kevlar vest. He shivered slightly, but it wasn’t from the rain or the chill to the night that came with it—he glanced over to the NYPD officer running with him on his left, and grinned. The man grinned back at him.
A flash of lightening shocked light onto the scene. Xavier’s Sister School was surrounded. They’d worked in a rapid fashion to loosely encircle the place; now, as if the lightening bolt was a cue, the circle was tightening. NYPD officers and National Guard advanced together as if they were mere extensions of each other; it seemed that for every officer present, two Stalker bots moved forward, as well. And that was only the visible ones--Rupert had knew that some of them had cloaking devices installed and activated. It had taken days of planning and coordination to set up, and five well-oiled minutes to position; it took exactly thirty seconds to execute. The amount of time it took a grown man to cross the Institute’s sprawling lawn.
Around the Mansion, on all sides, glass windows were shattered, wooden doors reduced to splinters. This was no friendly visit, and no joke. This was a raid on one of New York’s largest mutant strongholds. They hadn’t submitted themselves to registration: they were going to be an example to the rest of their kind.
Rupert himself entered through the fractured remains of the front door, in a steady river of officers and bots. He veered off of the main hall, staying with the stream who would search the main floor as others run upwards and downwards on the large, elegant staircase. Immediately, shouts of discovery, capture, and resistance cracked and rolled through the air. Rupert himself was on a mission: Emerald Lupin, and her sister Ruby. Two days ago, he’d personally called the D.A.’s office to get Emerald cleared of her murder charges from the years she was under Fusionist’s control. He’d like the younger Lupin sisters to live long enough to appreciate that. He held no delusions about tonight: they’d just started a war. There would be casualties, on both sides. That’s why he would personally secure the Lupin sisters.
More officers and Stalker bots washed into the Mansion, as if they were an extension of the thunder storm raging outside. Even seeing the future wouldn’t prepare a freak for this.
((ooc: Ground rules for using the NYPD & National Guard in your posts: 1) These are well-armed, well-trained, highly determined officers—not push-overs! Have fun, make it a challenge, and be realistic!
2) If you’re tossin’ around cops like a salad... I am so intervening with some non-faceless officers who’ll give you a controlled-by-me fight.
3) I’m sending Rupert in with a handgun, a taser, and a tranquilizer gun. Feel free to give the nice officers you RP with any goodies you want! The US Government has spared no expense to escort you to registration.
4) Please, be considerate of those of us who can’t get on to post frequently: limiting yourself to one post a day, or one post for every round of responses by myself and CyberDoc (controller of the Stalker bots), would be good guidelines.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 25, 2007 16:41:38 GMT -6
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"Rupert, I don't know if it's a good idea. I know you're NYC's finest... but I couldn't live with myself if you ever got hurt."
Rupert smiled softly on his end. The beat officer who’d just handed him a taser and a tranq gun raised an eyebrow. Rupert set the non-lethal toys on his desk, and motioned to his phone. At which point the beat officer raised an eyebrow, and mouthed the words, ‘Miss Late-For-Work?’. ...Rupert was going to have to have a talk with Captain Myers about spreading certain sensitive information around the office. The beat officer barked a laugh at his glower, and let himself out of Rupert’s office, shutting the door behind him. For a brief moment, the organized chaos of the NYPD station would have been hearable through the line.
“Don’t worry, Raina.” He replied warmly. “I’ll be in good company. These mutants... they might be strong, but they aren’t nearly as tough as they think they are. We’ve got a few little surprises for the ones that resist.” If Stalker bots could be called ‘little’.
"I'd love to go for dinner. But I can't commit until tomorrow. I'm sure you understand with registration and all, some of our runaways are awaiting testing... and given the current situation it's mandatory that all staff stay at the center until we get word of all the young people we're responsible for."
Rupert nodded his head, as he put the taser and the traq gun onto his belt. “I understand. That’s good that you’re getting your students tested--make sure to tell them the importance of not resisting, okay? It can go pretty badly for them if they resist, but it’s really no big deal if they just go along with it.”
"But I’ll call you when I can." He patted himself down, checking that everything was in order. The beat officer was back, melodramatically checking his watch and tapping his foot. "I love you." He froze. The line clicked dead before he could get his breath back.
Then, with so much haste that he dropped his phone twice, he called her again.
When she answered, all she’d hear would be: “I love you, too.” He flipped shut the phone, breathless.
Tonight, he’d be a part of the biggest strike against mutants that the nation had ever seen. Tomorrow, he’d be with Raina, in a little Italian place. Or maybe Spanish... she could use a little fire, it felt like.
The point was: life was good. He followed the beat officer out to the briefing, grinning all the way.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 25, 2007 11:48:27 GMT -6
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Rupert could actually feel his heartbeat pick up at the sound of Raina’s voice. He couldn’t help but be amused with himself. But a guy felt the way he felt, and all sappiness aside, her voice made him feel good. “Hello, Raina. It’s Rupert. Listen, I’m going to be working late tonight, but I was wondering... would you like to go to dinner tomorrow night?” He paged through a file as he spoke—one last glance at the schematics of the Mansion couldn’t hurt anything, that was for sure.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 25, 2007 9:10:17 GMT -6
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That’s about the point where Raina’s phone began to ring.
Rupert waited on the other end, leaning against his desk in his office, buttoning up his suit jacket over his Kevlar vest. Not that Kevlar would do him any good with most mutants, but there was always the chance it could help with some. He checked his gun clip as he waited for her to pick up, holding the phone between his shoulder and his ear. Tonight was the raid on the Mansion. Captain Myers had given him the go-ahead to join in with the beat officers and the Stalker bots, because she knew he was going with or without permission. There was less suspension paperwork, this way.
The Mansion... the holy grail of freaks. Most cops took a pilgrimage past it in their squad cars, just to stare into the face of abomination in child form. Rupert wasn’t sure how he felt about raiding a school. But for that option to even be possible... his hands were jittery, and it wasn’t from fear. Who could have imagined that the day would come, when a raid on the Mansion would even be possible? Note to self: send a bottle of champagne to the guy who’d invented the Stalkers. He was expecting this to go fairly well—he’d seen what those things could do. But he wanted to get a call in to Raina, just in case.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Oct 18, 2007 8:30:13 GMT -6
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Puppy teeth. Quite possibly the worst weapon ever. Rupert shifted his grip so that the worst thing the lab puppy could maul was his coat sleeve. “Point taken, little guy: no unnecessary movement.” He started carefully picking his way back over the rubble pile, to the gates. “Had to get you to the car somehow, though. Nice growl—you’ll make a good guard dog someday.” The mewling would have to go, though.
His own words—the casual phrase ‘guard dog’—stuck in Rupert’s head. That’s exactly what he’d been looking for when he went to the pound... and came home with Flipsy. Honestly, how that had happened, he still wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like this pup’s owner was going to be missing him—no doubt, that individual would have quite a few other things on their mind. An actual guard dog... now that was a thought...
((ooc: Shall we fast-forward past the vet visit to Rup’s apartment? You can meet Flipsy. Because this wasn’t cute enough already. ))
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Oct 17, 2007 11:21:27 GMT -6
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Rupert looked down at the puppy paw that had slapped against his own hand, a little bemused. That... was almost unbearably cute.
Since the puppy seemed friendly enough, Rupert made an imperial decision—“This is going to hurt, little guy”—he scooped it up in his arms, and held it against his chest, trying to support its injured leg with his arm. “But we should really be getting you to a vet. Guessing your owner is getting collared right about now, huh?”
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Oct 17, 2007 11:00:26 GMT -6
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Rupert was, strictly speaking, in the area on police business. Ever since the Mansion raid, the station had been receiving reports on and off about shady characters lurking in the ruins, or stopping briefly to stare at the Mansion gates before hurrying off. He’d come to interview some of the witnesses in the neighborhood, and to basically canvass the area with “if you see a freaking mutie, call us” cards.
No matter how a person looked at it, Rupert didn’t have much business going to the ruins themselves. There he stood, though, with his hands in his pockets, staring at the place. They’d left the gates ajar when they’d carted the last load of muties off, that night. It had still been raining. Miserable. Above all—above everything—it had been cold. He had no business being here. Interviews and canvassing complete—it was time to head back to the station. He turned on his heel—
bark
--but he didn’t get far. He turned back and walked through the gates without hesitation. One would almost think he’d been looking for an excuse; but that couldn’t be right. He, after all, had no business in this place. This was a place for mutants and liars.
He followed the piteous sound to a pile of rubble, and... a puppy. Rupert stared down at it for a moment without doing anything at all. This might seem a little cold-hearted, but the last time he’d dealt with a dog that wasn’t Flipsy, it had been going for his throat. And oh, yeah—it had turned out to be just another lying mutant freak. He watched the puppy try to walk, and something on his face cracked.
If it was a mutant, then this was possibly the most pathetic excuse for a mutation that he’d ever heard of. Rupert knelt down, and offered his hand for the little guy to sniff. “Hey,” he asked softly, “what are you doing here, little guy?”
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Aug 13, 2007 19:52:35 GMT -6
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Aaaaand I'm back. Yo! *waves*
There was a very territorial fox living next to the house we were staying in. Quite exciting... and a little I-hope-he-doesn't-jump-through-the-windows-y. Sounded like a monster at night...
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Aug 7, 2007 21:50:46 GMT -6
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Heya, folks. I'll be off on a little island in Wisconsin starting Friday the 10th; I should be back late sometime on the 13th. Definitely won't have internet access there. See all your shinning faces when I get back.
And thanks for the link! I’m gonna have to download that song now, lol.))
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