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.
"Guess what?" Kara glanced up from her search, to see Sarah standing there, hands behind her back, with that same half-smile on her face.
Naturally, her mind jumped to the worst possible conclusions. 'You're secretly an evil mutant psychopath? You're a trained assasin who's hired to get to my parents through me? You're about to forcibly give me face-paint!?
Then she remembered what they'd been after here for. And her face lit up (figuratively and literally) with joy.
"Oh...I...I'm sorry. Here, sit. I will ask for something for your hand."
"O--Oh, no, d--don't worry about it, it's...okay..." Kara's voice petered out as Aadi began walking away, already halfway to the rather attractive-looking barista-girl. After which, she deflated. Granted, Kara had always hated being touched for any longer than a few seconds. But Aadi certainly didn't know that, and her bad reaction to it might have been just enough to blow up their fledgling friendship.
And just stammering out a quick "My bad" wasn't going to patch it up.
She stood there a few moments more, watching Aadi for any sign that she hadn't screwed up everything. When she didn't see it, she simply plonked down into one of the booths and watched the rain attempt to smash open the plate-glass window, Waiting for Aadi to return with some kind of lotion.
Kara glanced back as she heard Sarah calmly (but noisily) made her way back to the shelving. The teen behind the counter muttered a quick little, "Whatever", pulled a book from a backpack behind the counter, and began reading. As much as she strained to get a glimpse of the cover, though, she couldn't get a clear view of the title.
Nervously, she turned back to the shelving, quickly muttering to Sarah, "Th--That was pretty cool...back there." She kept her voice at a level that she figured the young woman could hear without the teen eavesdropping, though it still felt a little too quiet.
Kara didn't quite make out what Aadi yelled back at her, though she could mostly fill in the blanks for herself. It was pretty obvious that she was trying as hard as she could to get somewhere at least reasonably dry.
'Doesn't she know that running only makes you wetter?'
Noticing a small spot where they could take cover under a tree by the entrance, Kara made a few attempts to tug Aadi towards it. It was a thoroughly futile attempt, which only ended with Kara's arm hurting even more as the twenty-something woman pulled Kara across a startlingly empty street and into a nearby coffee shop.
"Hah...that started fast." Carragail nodded in agreement, ripping her hand away from the positively vicious Aadi and holding it close to her chest. She almost went to rub her wrist, but the only thing she had to rub it with was a palm covered in a raging sunburn. So she just grit her teeth and wiped some waterlogged hair out of her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
Kara nodded, stuttering, "F--F--Fine. J--Just...wet." She shivered with cold, making a silent prayer of thanks to the faint heating system in the building. She took a glance out the windows and watched as the rain picked up even more.
"L--Looks like we--we're stu--stuck here. F--For a while."
She was about to start her response when the drizzle suddenly turned into an outrageous downpour. It was as if God himself had decided to interrupt Carragail while playing a practical joke at the same time.
Then Aadi forced her attention by both swearing and grasping onto her hand. Immediately, out of reflex, Kara attempted to pull her hand away, but not before Aadi began to forcibly drag her out of Central Park.
"Aaack!" she spontaneously shouted as Aadi's soft hand began to cramp up Kara's wrist. She felt herself starting to panic just slightly as she ran, breathing even harder and heavier.
"Where are we going!?" she hollered, panic raising her voice even though Aadi was literally right in front of her face.
"Ehm...I do not know of any governors, but that sounds cool,"
Kara breathed a soft sigh of relief. Thank God this girl didn't know her dad. This way, she didn't have to dead with the oh-my-god,-your-dad's-Paul-Mitchell!-Is-he-actually-running-for-the-Senate reaction that she usually got.
Then again, she still had to deal with Aadi walking alongside her, just a little too close for comfort. Kara scooted sideways as she walked, just enough to make herself a little more at ease. It was a little annoying not having the girl in her peripheral vision, but it was still a comfort knowing that she wasn't within arms reach.
"I am from Montréal, in Canada. Here for school too, I go to a école culinaire...Cooking school. Are you in high school, or graduated?"
Kara furrowed her brows. All these inter-personal questions...it was really starting to get on Kara's nerves. And judging by the fact that she didn't seem like the kind of person to beat around the bush, Kara (falsely) assumed that Aadi wasn't planning on asking any more about Kara's powers or sharing her own. Which annoyed her a lot.
Deciding that answering the question is polite, Carragail begrudgingly muttered, "J--Just High School."
"There might be a café or some place near by. We can get something for your hand too. Let's go."
Kara stood up a little straighter and began to follow Aadi as she made her way back to the path. Kara kept her distance, though. Comfortable or no, Kara still didn't let people that far into the Danger Zone if she could help it.
"You say you have not been here long? Me too! Where do you live before? Are you here for school, or with family?"
"Oh...um..." The question took Kara quite off-guard. She was expecting something a little less...well...personal. Something to do with her ability, maybe. Favorite band or something. Not a few-word summary of her life story. So in the name of answering on the spot, she stumbled out a few sentences.
"Um...we're from Massachusetts...originally. My dad was...the...governor for a while. You might know him. And...I'm just...here...for school. What about you?"
She was hoping that Aadi would go into some detail. For one thing, she wanted to stave off answering more questions. But for another, she...kind of...liked listening to Aadi talk. It reminded her of her therapy sessions, namely how her therapist would spend lots of time chattering about some parable. The only differences were that Aadi was about twenty years younger, a lot taller, and had that french-but-not-french accent that Kara still had trouble placing. All that said, she was leaning in just slightly, as if waiting on the edge of her seat for Aadi's response.
>>[/i]"Don't be silly. There's no reason to do that. I'm sure whoever is working at the front desk to day is nice. Just like that guy was. Come on, I'll show you the way."[/i]
Kara glanced at his face (specifically his very weird smile), then back down the hallway, then back towards her (kind of) dorm room.
It would certainly be easier to just go back and not deal with anyone.
Alternatively, she could just suck it up, take some stranger's advice, and do it.
Besides, Ted was more or less right. The two people she'd met so far were pretty nice. (Her brain kept reminding her that two events did not signify a trend, but she ignored that)
"Okay, fine," she muttered. "But...let's...not take too long."
"Yes...maybe we should go inside someplace? I do not know any place to go, do you?"
Kara shook her head, replying, "N--No. I haven't...um...been here very long, so...no. B--But maybe...we could go looking. For, you know...someplace."
"Oh...are you okay? Maybe we should get something for that." Kara gave her a confused look, then noticed Aadi looking at her hand. She glanced down at it herself, muttering, "Oh...that. Um..."
It was only looking a little worse than it was when she'd last looked. Then again, that's like saying that a heart attack is a minor inconvinience. Not exactly that extreme, though.
"I--It's no big deal. It...just...hurts a little. Side effect of the...you know...super...thing."
She slowly tried to stand up, her body making plenty of protest. Eventually, though, she managed to get onto her feet. "W--We should go find someplace. B--Before the rain...makes you...um...sicker. Or something."
Carragail didn't really like dissing people. She always wound up feeling really guilty and self-conscious afterwards, when half of her brain said "I'm sorry for hurting your feelings," and the other half said, "You're not so perfect your self, little Miss Mitchell. Let me count the ways..." But she had to admit, watching Sarah calling this kid on everything he was so blantantly doing wrong was making her feel...impressed.
So when Sarah asked her, "Am I missing anything else, Hun?", Kara couldn't help but join in on the apparent badassery that was being displayed.
"B--Bad organization?" she offered, a little half-smirk on her face.
'#1: You look like you were blended with a mule in your sleep.'
As the aforementioned guilt-and-self-consciousness reflex kicked in, and she nervously returned to checking shelves, blushing slightly with emberrasment.
The boy grunted, adding, "Don't blame me fer the terrible org'nization. Blame the kids who come through 'ere. Assholes run in, throw sh't errewhere, then take what they want w'th a five-finger discount." He turned to Sarah. "And as for errethin' else, I am so very deeply sorry. By all means, feel free to take o'er this job for me if y' think yer so good at it." With a loud huff, rather akin to a toddler during his off-day, he flopped back into his chair with his arms crossed in front of him and a smug grimace painted on his face.
"What do you mean? I think it is very cool! You are like the sun as a person. You can do that with just your hand?"
Kara blushed strongly, staring at the ground and replying, "N--No, it works with all of my skin. It...just works best with my hands. And...th--thank you."
Speaking of which...
She began to feel a slight twinge of pain in the hand that she'd lit up. As she watched it, it began to turn from her normal pale brown to an angry red.
Sunburned. By herself. Already.
Fantastic.
Rubbing her hand and doing her best to ignore the pain, she began to feel a few pinpricks of rain. It didn't even qualify as a drizzle, and it didn't look like it was going to be much worse, but still...
"I--Is it just me, or is it starting to rain?" she asked Aadi, staring up as if she were simultaneously asking the clouds.
"You have a power? Serious? Why did you not say so? I have never meet someone else with a power before! What is it?"
Kara was slightly relieved that Aadi hadn't seemed to understand her jarbled English. She was even more relieved that she seemed not to care. She momentarily breathed a soft sigh of relief, before she realized that the French girl (the accent was unmistakable now that she'd placed it) was asking her to out another deep, embarrassing secret.
She curled up slightly, muttering, "Oh, really, it's not that impressive."
Then she looked harder at Aadi, quickly realizing that this strange woman wasn't about to back off until she'd seen what Kara could do.
With a long sigh of annoyance, she held up her hand and forced it to light up. It got pretty bright, maybe headlight-intensity, and she had to tone in back down before she hurt herself. Then, waiting a few seconds so that Aadi could get a good look, she turned her hand off and muttered, "That's pretty much all I can do. It's more annoying than anything, really."
"I appreciate the offer...but I am not the only thing that might not stay on the ground."
Aadi's gaze wandered elsewhere, as if she was demonstrating. It wasn't hard to figure out what she was looking at once Kara was looking the right direction.
Right before her eyes, gravity had decided that a nearby pebble wasn't worth keeping on the ground, and the pebble had begun floating completely unsupported into the air. She glanced around, making sure that no one else was messing with the Magic Pebble. There was no one. Either the two of them had picked a fantastic spot to be alone in, or everyone in New York had decided that Central Park was not an ideal location to be. And looking up, Kara didn't exactly blame them. The way the clouds were moving, it looked like it might rain soon.
All that and more was forgotten once Kara glanced back at the Pebble of Wonder.
"Y--You're...doing that?" she asked, bewildered.
"I do not want to scare you again... uh...you...stutter? Is that because you are scared, or you have a speaking problem?"
"I...um...well..." she began to squirm slightly at the thought of revealing one of her most embarrassing secrets.
She could have lied, and said yes. Or she could have made up a funny-sounding word as an excuse, since Aadi clearly didn't know a lot of English. But right before she did, she imagined her therapist using that little 'tut-tut' voice again. So she just inhaled deeply and stated loudly, "It'snotastutterit'sjustanannoyingsetofcripplingsocialphobiasnobigdealokay?"
She breathed heavily a few times, having expelled more air from her lungs than she meant to. Finally, after a few deep breaths, she added, "And, y--yeah...I think you're power's...well...really cool. B--Better than mine."
"That's a pretty name. Long, though. Betcha have a nickname, right?"
Kara began to take a breath in response, but not before she was rudely interrupted by a sleeping teen who was supposed to be manning his post (to be fair, there wasn't much of a post to man, but still).
She glanced over to Sarah to say something about how hilarious this kid was, before she noticed Sarah striding purposefully towards the boy, a twinkle in her eye and a few magazines appearing in her hand. And before she could even react, Sarah slammed the magazines down directly next to his head.
The noise made Kara jump slightly, though her reaction wasn't nearly as hilarious as that of the teenager manning the store. He leaped straight out of his chair, flew practically three feet in the air, and came cascading down in a flurry of loud swear words.
Kara couldn't help herself. After a quick little sputter, she burst out laughing, doubled over and holding onto the shelf for support. She kept trying to apologize for it, but she didn't have any breath to spare.
The kid's face of panic dropped. He straightened his slightly-torn tee and groaned, "Yeah, yeah, ha ha, very funny. Now leave me alone. I've had enough crap t' deal with without you two gettin' all up in my grill."
