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.
Suddenly, and accompanied by loud sobbing from Kara, the sensation of weightlessness abandoned her completely. She clung to the branch with arms and feet, her eyes ground shut and her face contorted into a mixture of pain and despair.
"Hello?"
The strange voice startled Kara so much that she lost her grip with one of her legs. As it swung down and barely missed a stranger that she hadn't even noticed before. With a frightened little, "Eeeep!", she pulled her leg back up and clung to the branch as tightly as she could.
"Are you...uh, okay?"
"Do...I...look...okay...to you!?!" she screeched between terrified sobs. Probably not the best thing to say to a potential savior, but Kara wasn't exactly thinking straight. It was all she could do to keep herself from hyperventilating, and even that wasn't quite enough at the moment. She could feel her breaths getting shorter and faster with each passing second, her heart pounding more and more heavily.
'Oh, dear God, please let me survive this!' she silently prayed.
Carragail heard another noise behind her. It sounded like a soft breath, though it could easily have been just the wind. She ignored it, and continued watching a cluster of birds fight over a child's abandoned lunchbox.
After all, now that there were crows getting involved, it was getting pretty hilarious.
She began to lapse in and out of awareness. Not necessarily falling asleep, but simply failing to notice every single second, instead only seeing every tenth second, or maybe every fifteenth second.
It was probably because of this that she failed to truly notice the most incredibly bizarre sensation wrap around her body. It felt as if gravity had seemed to abandon her, as if she were floating effortlessly above the world, steadily soaring upwards as she defied gravity and abandoned the ground beneath her bum.
Then she decided to crack open her eyes a smidgen (when had she closed her eyes?). Instantly after, her eyes shot wide open in shock.
She actually had been floating.
She was, in fact, already well above the ground.
And the low-lying branches were getting alarmingly close...
Immediately, Kara began to panic. She curled into her little defensive ball, her breaths coming hard and fast, her heart pounding with the force of a sledgehammer into somewhere in her neck. She couldn't think, could barely breathe. But bumping into the lowest of the branches above her shocked her into action.
She wrapped her arms around the branch, and let out a loud, ear-piercing shriek.
"It's always hard to be without family, though they can drive you insane. Just think about the things you won't miss. That's what I do."
Kara nervously fiddled with a CD, picking it up in her hand and absent-mindedly messing with it. There was something about it that seemed to command her attention, but she forced that aside. She just didn't have room in her brain to look at it properly, let alone think about it. She saw Sarah turn toward her, and glanced up for a brief instant before returning to the equivalent of twiddling her thumbs.
"I always try to remember how my brother would wake me up at unorthodox hours of the morning. Sometimes I remember the fights I had with my dad, or the few times I wanted to get away from my mom. If you feel sad or homesick, remember the times you hated to have. Another thing that helps is to keep a busy life. The busier you are the less likely you are to think about them."
What was left of Kara's smile faded, as the girl's monologue turned her mind to things she didn't like about her family. Then she came to a sudden conclusion. And she felt a bizarre, inexplicable...urge. Urge might have been the wrong word, but it was still the best one she knew. She just felt like she had to share it with this girl, though she had no logical reason for it, and it made her even more uncomfortable than she already was.
So she did.
"I...I don't really have any memories...of back...home. I mean...dad was rarely home...and when he was, he was...busy...with his re-election. Everyone else, I just...avoided. And I used to have some...friends...but that was before..." she stopped herself there, before she exposed herself as a mutant to someone who...well...she still didn't know if she trusted Sarah that much. Sure, she'd been able to piece together a lot of her life, and she'd jumped in to help Kara with her CD problem without a moment of hesitation.
Speaking of which...
Kara looked down at the CD she was holding. It was the exact one that Sarah had mentioned she was after. Some of the text was rather hard to read, so that it instead read "Strange Case Halestrom", but it looked about right.
She nervously held it up and muttered, "I...um...I think I found your CD."
She was still on edge from the whole music store thing (Was that really only yesterday?), and had been set even more on edge by a really nasty dream she'd had last night. Then after breakfast, her mother had called, furiously insisting to know every tiny detail about her new home. And last but not least, her computer was glitching out. So after she took it to Staples, she came over to Central Park for a little R&R, without the intrusion of annoying not-strangers every ten seconds.
That was a couple hours ago. And here she was, in the exact same spot, still half-sleeping, half-staring-at-birds.
She heard a faint scraping against the same tree, the sound of clothes rubbing against oak-tree bark. Kara's eyes blinked open as she peered around the area.
No one in sight.
She made a quick glance around the side of the tree, but saw no one.
She shrugged and leaned back against the tree.
'Must have been my brain playing tricks on me,' she thought to herself, as she resumed watching a sparrow get dive-bombed by a bluejay.
Sarah's laugh both startled and relaxed Kara at the same time, in the most odd mix of emotions she'd felt in years. At the same time, though it helped her loosen up a lot. Enough to re-light her finger, and most of her body, before she got it back under control. She smiled softly as she resumed scanning CD cases.
"I'm sorry, it just sounds like me and my brother. He listened to rap and hip hop so much, I boycotted it."
Kara chuckled slightly. Maybe this Sarah girl and the young mutant had more in common than she'd originally thought. And she seemed nice enough. So why was Kara still afraid to talk to her? She hadn't even introduced herself to Sarah, all because she was too damn phobic.
Kara closed her eyes and silently counted to ten. No use getting angry over something so small.
"Do you miss them? Your family?" The girl's question caught Kara off-guard. She instinctively answered a brief, "Kind of," and kept scanning CDs, but then she stopped herself.
She remembered her therapist's homework. "You need to practice being open with people if you're going to get over these phobias of yours."
So Kara took a deep breath and added, "I mean...there's...a lot that I miss. But th--there's a lot more that I'm...glad...I got away from. So...kind of." She went back to scanning shelves, her emotions now a mixture of nerves, homesickness, and even a few hints of loneliness.
So...so far, Kara hasn't really been doing a hell of a lot, and I'd like to get her more involved in the MRO community. I'm open to threading with anyone at all, but below are a few ideas that I think might lead to some interesting sub-plots.
1) Basic friendships/rivalries. I honestly don't care who gets into this position, or whether you want to be a lifelong friend or a heartless bully (). Point here is, I'd very much like it if Kara met a few more people.
2) Romantic interests. Considering both Kara's social phobias and her dad's positions in the government, I feel like any romance could get pretty intriguing. Guy or girl, I really don't care. I also don't care how you'd want it to play out. I just feel like it might add some fun drama.
3) Mentorship. It's an idea I've had for a little while now. Kara meets an exceptionally powerful/talented mutant, either in the X-men or the Order, and begins to aspire to be like them, be more helpful, etc., whereupon she has lots and lots of fun times and dramatic arguments in the classic I-want-to-help-What-the-hell-could-you-do-to-help style.
Lemme know if you wanna join into one of these ideas, or perhaps just go on a silly misadventure!
"I don't really have a type. My family is so diverse when it comes to music that I've learned to like a lot of different genres. Though I guess I like rock the best. Sometimes I'll play Rock 108 when I'm painting. Creates some pretty cool images."
Whoa, wait...
Painting?
This girl...paints?
Kara glanced over the 20-year-old. Seeing Sarah as anything but a wisecracking ex-cheerleader was honestly pretty tough for Kara. Then again, she'd thought Hillary Clinton looked like a bimbo, so it said pretty decisively how much Kara could guess about people. Though now that she was looking for it, she could kind of see a few subtle hints to the fact. Namely, the way she stood.
"When people stand like that," her dad's voice lectured from deep in her memory, "it means they stand a lot. And that means there's a good chance that they do something in construction, politics, or the arts."
She sighed softly. Now she was nervous, stuttery, and homesick. Great.
"Well, I found one album by Uh Huh Her. Not Nocturnes though."
Kara silently nodded, still lost in her angst.
"So do you listen to older rock music? It's got a lot more soft stuff than present day."
"N--no, not...really. Not since...since my brother got obsessed with Pink Floyd. Nowadays it just...annoys me."
"Oh, actually it wasn't that bad of an explanation. I know both bands, the last one rather reluctantly though. All-in-all, it sounds like a good group. I'll probably listen to them some time."
Kara blinked, then breathed a silent sigh of relief. She'd understood perfectly what Kara had been trying to say, and even more importantly, didn't think of her as a geeky indie music hipster nerd etc. Probably because she had similar tastes, from what it sounded like.
'So first you're friends with a human teddy bear, and now you're friends with someone 8 years past your age. Ever thought about getting a peer group that's something like you!?'
She chuckled slightly at the thought.
Then she noticed herself glowing. Full body. Muffled by her clothing, but still pretty visible.
"Dammit," she muttered under her breath, quickly and immediately turning it off. She kept glancing over at Sarah, but it was impossible to tell whether she'd seen it or not. "Dammit, dammit, dammit," she repeated.
"What other types of bands do you like?"
"Hubwah?" Kara emitted, jumping up slightly. Having been lost in her own thoughts, she'd completely forgotten that Sarah was still in the room. It took her a few seconds to remember the question, and another few seconds to formulate a response. She was so nervous, it almost took her a few tries to say anything, but she managed to stutter, "I...um...just rock...but, like...sof--softer rock, you know? N--Not too...heavy. Y--You?"
She nervously went back to scanning shelves, trying to re-light just her finger. Unfortunately, she was so nervous, the best she could do was make her fingertip look shiny.
"They're a rock band. Some of its heavy. Others are little on the scream-o side. All of it is rock. Lzzy Hale is the band's singer and only female."
Kara grimaced and set down the album. She'd never been a fan of hard rock or scream-o. She'd heard some band in that genre...Escape the Fate or something similar. She was stuck wringing out her ears and brain for a very long time afterwards. After that, she just never had a taste for anything similar.
Again, though, curiosity kicked in, and she reached back for the album. And again, she retracted and moved on. $12 was too much for a band she probably wouldn't like. She'd just youtube them later or something.
"What about Uh Huh Her?"
"Oh...um..." she thought about it for a bit. How would you describe them? She explained the first thing that came to mind. "Um...two girls...electronica...kind of like The Pretty Reckless...if it were raised by Metric."
Kara blinked.
Mentally, she facepalmed. 'Oh, Kara, tell me you did not just use that explanation,' she thought to herself. 'Why don't you just hire a skywriter to say, "Look at me, the indie hipster music nerd!"'
'It could be worse,' she thought back. 'A lot worse.'
Then Kara realized that she'd just been standing there still for the whole ten seconds it took to have that mental conversation. She started to apologize, then stuttered, then burst out into a nervous chuckle, before finally stammering, "I...I'm sorry. That--Those were really obscure references."
Satisfied with her apology, she nervously re-lit her finger and returned to scanning shelves, blushing slightly.
"Sarah." The woman's response was sharp, immediate, and...was that a hint of annoyance, or was that Kara's brain playing tricks on her again? Kara assumed it was simply her brain and nodded. Sarah, Sarah...she mentally processed the name.
'Sarah and Kara went into a store,' her brain began to rhyme.
Thankfully, the stran--Sarah, interrupted her thoughts before her brain could write any more of that little jingle.
"It is the same artist, but that's a slightly older CD. The one I'm looking for is gray in color, I think. And the words 'The Strange Case of' is on it. I'm sorry, I don't have a picture."
"It's fine, it's...fine. That helps...a lot, actually." Kara's response came stumbling out of her mouth. She was just saying it to be polite, but it was partly true. This made her life a lot easier. Now she could almost go browsing through the CDs by color as opposed to straining to read every single freaking tidbit of miniscule text. And she could rule out all the ones with wild, zany colors and pictures on the fronts.
Kara went to put the Halestrom CD back, but then she paused.
And thought...
Finally, curiosity got the better of her. "Um...what...what kind of music...do these guys do? Halestrom, I mean. What genre?"
Kara's app is here. Threads are in chronological order as they happened to Kara.
New home, old troubles -- Teddy Kara moves into the Mansion, and almost immediately runs into all sorts of dangers. Dangers like adorable boys, check-in errors, and office doors.
Musically Inclined -- Sarah J. Once upon a cold midsummer morning, at a small CD store, Kara encountered the worst monster ever seen...badly organized shelves!!!!!!
What goes up... -- Aadi After a long and stressful day, it's nice to kick back in Central Park and...wait...why am I floating? OH DEAR GOD!!!
A Potter's Bad Luck -- Rook, Koga, Shade, Silver Streak, Kaitlyn Faust An attempt at assassination, earthbending potters, exploding gingers, a getaway car...it's 90 minutes of intense doughnut-eating action!
Chipping at the Writer's Block -- Miles Rainbow the cheeky computer-builder has found a magic ring, which will spark an adventure of epic proportions with her and her best friend...hey, what's a good name for a guy?
Popular Sovereignty -- SOLO An unexpected call from Kara's dad, who's looking for a favor in the PR department for his buddy the NY Senator. And another chance for some embarrassing nicknames.
Hanging Loosely is Good -- Teddy Having had one of the worst days of the year thus far, Kara's feeling an urgent desire to just head back to her room and ignore th...um...could you please move aside?
"It sounds good to me. Why don't you start here and I start on the other end? That way if I did see your CD, and just don't--don't remember, you have a chance of finding it. How's that sound?"
Kara nodded, slowly beginning to slink towards the nearest end of the shelf. "Sounds good," she muttered in confirmation. "I'll just...um...get started then." And with that, she turned around so that she could actually see where she was going before she tripped and embarrassed herself.
It was a little dark here in the back of the store. Not too dark to make the teenager unable to see, but definitely not something to read by. She honestly didn't know why this store kept their lights so dim. Honestly, the place was only reasonably lit because the sun was at a good angle. Kara quickly made the assumption that the dim lights had something to do with the sleeping teen behind the counter.
Straining to read one of the CD cases, she vaguely made out, 'The Alchemist.' Shaking her head, as if telling herself it was incorrect, she attempted to move on to the next one, which had an especially fancy font that made her slightly dizzy.
'Okay, this isn't working,' she thought to herself. Then, out of the blue, a truly bright idea popped into her head.
Quickly glancing around to make sure no one could see, she faintly illuminated one of her fingers, just enough to help her read if she held it close to the case. She had to force it a little bit, but she still got it working.
Suddenly, one of the CDs caught her eye. She immediately dashed over and snatched it off the shelf. She stared long and hard at the cover art, and made out the word Halestrom, but couldn't see any other text.
She held it up over her head and loudly whispered to the strange woman, "Hey...um...you. Is this right?"
"I don't think I've seen it so far. I am looking for my own though so I may have missed it. It's called The Strange Case Of by Halestorm. I've already looked in the H's. That's when I started looking through all the racks."
Kara nodded quickly, thinking hard. She hadn't seen that album. To be fair, she hadn't so much as thought about looking for it, but still.
Then Kara saw the stranger looking at the door. She immediately began to panic. Her brain went on hyperdrive. What was she looking at? Was she giving some kind of signal? Was she trying to feign Kara into looking away so that she could...do...something...?
Kara breathed an annoyed sigh, mentally cursing herself for being such a paranoid nut job.
A loud noise behind her made Kara jump, turning her head so that she could see where the noise was coming from. And behold the wonderfully glorious sight of a sleeping punk teenager, who was loudly snoring his way right through a customer service fiasco waiting to happen.
She breathed a long sigh of relief at the observation.
"Where do you want to start?"
The stranger's voice cut through whatever panicky thoughts were undoubtedly going through the teenager's mind at the time. And...Kara couldn't help but notice that she took a step back as she did so. What was that for?
"Why don't we start on either side and work our way in?" she blurted out without thinking. Immediately, she regretted it. What if the stranger was offended by the notion? Did she suddenly think that Kara didn't like her or something?
She immediately made her best attempt at recovery.
The minute the stranger stopped moving towards her, Kara let herself relax some more. There was no deadly intent here (so far), and `she seemed pretty respectful of personal bubbles. She probably just didn't know that Kara had an exceptionally large personal bubble.
Probably.
"Maybe I can help you find it. I've been looking for about twenty minutes now. Maybe longer. I might have spotted it."
Kara nodded slowly, processing this turn of events. On one hand, two pairs of eyes were a lot better than one, especially in a place as badly organized as this one. And it'd be good to at least pretend that the only other person in this accursed place was more intent on CD cases than on her (again, the person behind the counter didn't really count). And who knows? Maybe this person would be a nice, lifelong friend.
On the other hand...
Um...
"Okay," Kara muttered. "And...didn't you say you were...you know...looking for an album too? Maybe if we...you know, knew what we were both looking for...maybe we could cover more ground? I'm looking for an album called...um...Nocturnes...by Uh Huh Her."
). Point here is, I'd very much like it if Kara met a few more people.