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.
Kara immediately and instinctively whizzed around, wide-eyed and clutching the Metallica album in front of her as if it were some kind of shield. Some kind of four-inches-square shield, that was made of weak plastic and filled with half-rate metal music from the 90s.
Hey, a surprised, panicked Kara is not thinking clearly.
However, once she saw that it was just the harmless 20-something she noticed earlier, she relaxed a little. A little. Meaning she gingerly replaced the Metallica album into the closest spot (which certainly didn't help the alphabetization problem), never once taking her eyes off the woman, who was already fast-approaching the danger zone.
"I...um...uh..." Kara stuttered to herself, literally to surprised and panicked to speak. She instinctively grabbed for her anxiolytics, but realized that she still had yet to find them. And all the while, a little voice in the back of her head murmured, 'Too close, too close, too close...'
"That rack is about the best here. Though it's missing a whole bunch."
Kara slowly nodded, petrified out of terror. But slowly, she managed to swallow enough fear to talk coherently. "Um...yeah. That and it's all out of order. And...um...just a new album...from a band I like. You?"
She breathed a mental sigh of relief, before gingerly taking a couple steps back to keep the stranger out of the Danger Zone. It didn't hurt to be a little careful.
Kara didn't often find herself looking for music in stores. She usually browsed iTunes for new songs, and if they were sorely overpriced, she'd just pirate them off the internet. Music stores were almost totally out of the question. Too many people in waaay too close a proximity, with low shelves that prevented easy access to hidey-holes in case of emergency. Too many creeps, nowhere to hide. Too many creeps, nowhere to hide.
That sentence set itself on repeat as Kara stared into the music store.
She'd been avoiding going in for a while now. She'd wanted to get here immediately after the little store opened, to avoid the usual influx of people that Murphy's Law dictated would show up soon if not now. But in her panicked state, she'd gotten lost on the walk over, until she'd arrived half an hour late. Then she'd spent the other half-hour wringing her hands, pacing nervously up and down the block, and even walking around the block a few times, trying to tell herself that it wasn't worth the new Uh Huh Her album. But every time she talked herself out of it, she remembered that iTunes had decided not to carry it, presumably to save room for another copy of the Eminem single. And since her go-to pirating website had been SOPA'd and PIPA'd into the ground, she was stuck in the lukewarm mid-morning air, wringing her hands and listing all the reasons why it most certainly would not be okay.
"Come on, Carragail," she muttered to herself, fixing her bobby pin for the fifth time. "The sooner you find that album, the sooner you're out of there."
She glanced at her reflection in the store window. Jeans, check. Converse, tied. Jacket, still buttoned over her plain black shirt. Hair...well...
'Come on, Kara! It's pinned out of your eyes, what more do you want!?' she mentally told herself
She half-heartedly poked at the horribly-brushed black mess.
'GET A MOVE ON ALREADY!'
"Okay, okay, fine," she muttered to herself. Looking at her reflection, she straightened her jacket and said, "Any last words?" She took a deep breath, ground her eyes shut, and with a terrified, "I really hope this is worth it!", she charged around the corner and stumbled into the music store.
The place was empty. Well, empty save some woman browsing through CDs and the kid manning the counter. And to be fair, the kid manning the counter didn't even count, seeing as he looked like he'd been napping for a while. So it was just the strange 20-something to worry about.
Kara immediately beelined for the section labeled "U-V", whereupon she started frantically scanning artists.
Usher, U2, Unicorn Table...
"Come on, Kara. In and out. In and out," she muttered under her breath.
Kara grabbed the Metallica album off the shelf. What was Metallica doing in the U section? Looking around, she noticed even more alphabetizing mishaps.
"Oh, God," she muttered to herself. "This is only gonna take forever."
Kara plodded along behind Ted like an obedient puppy, her gaze shifting between Ted's back, the hallway, the occasional passer-by, and the particularly intricate floorwork (which still wasn't as good as the floor in Neuschwanstein, but that's pretty hard to contend with). They mostly walked in silence, with Ted giving the occasional direction to where they were going. There was no way she'd remember this. She'd probably spend one of her summer days exploring this place and drawing a map for herself.
When she looked up again, she noticed that Ted had stopped, and was now at a very uncomfortably close distance.
She screeched to a halt, then scampered back a few feet until Ted was no longer in the Danger Zone. Then she finally stopped and listened to what he was saying.
>>"Theres a few offices right there. Here ya go... I think."
Kara followed his finger to where he was pointing. It was down a small branch, and a few closed, wooden doors dotted either side.
Kara made an audible gulp. She began walking towards the nearest door, but her progress was significantly hindered by the fact that her legs had spontaneously turned to lead.
A little closer...
A little closer......
Finally, she was less than a foot in front of the door. She went to knock, then withdrew. Then tried and failed again. Finally, she turned to Ted and asked, as if looking for confidence, "You're sure this is the right place."
>>"Sure I'll come with you. I don't have anything else to do. I think I know where to go. Shall we Kara?"
She nodded, standing up slowly and trying to subtly stretch out a cramp or two. In all honesty, Kara was still reeling slightly from Ted's joke about her power. It was so bizarre. There was no, "Oh, man, that's so weird" or, "Show me, so I can put this video on youtube and make a fortune!" It was just a simple little jest, that she even found genuinely funny. It was the last thing she expected to hear, but in a good way.
Maybe this place could be an actual home.
'Don't get ahead of yourself, Kara. You still don't know your roommate.'
In the depth of her thoughts, Kara found herself nearly falling over, having tripped on her suitcase. She quickly steadied herself, then grabbed the suitcase and placed it on the bed. Satisfied that it wouldn't go anywhere, she immediately darted back to the door (though she kept Ted outside of her 'Danger Zone').
Once she arrived, she made a quick gesture, as if to wordlessly say, "After you!"
>>"I can turn into stuffed animals. Not the most threatening power in the world, but hey...I bring the cuteness to any hide and seek game."
"Oh, ok," Kara muttered. So definitely not threatening. And it was probably a good thing that she didn't own any stuffed animals, so she didn't have to be paranoid about that. And unless Ted knew karate or something similar, which it didn't look like he did (granted, people are full of surprises, but things like that are usually easy to tell from first glance), he wasn't very much of a threat.
'Hear that, brain!?' she mentally hollered to herself. 'NOT dangerous!'
>>"What can you do?"
"Oh, me? I...light up." Then, deciding that was too vague, she added, "Like a lightbulb." She nodded slightly, as if confirming to herself that that was specific enough.
Having successfully zipped up her duffel bag, she scooped it up and placed it on the bed, trying to keep the noise down to a minimum (for no particular reason). Then she went to grab her suitcase, but quickly realized that it was way out of reach. And she didn't want to get up. It was a thing of Kara's; she hated being the first person to stand up in a room. It always made her clench up when she had to, and she'd much rather avoid mentally dealing with that for some stupid suitcase.
On the other hand, though, she really needed to go check in. So for a few long seconds, she simply sat there, caught in a stalemate, nervously eyeing Ted and itching to get up. Finally, she blurted out, "We...we should probably go find the check-in."
For a moment, she paused. We? Why had she said we?
Then the moment passed, and she pushed those thoughts aside.
>>"I'll stick with Kara. Sounds easier to pronounce."
"Okay," she breathed, slowly leaning down to grab her duffel bag and straighten it out. She still clutched her backpack to her chest, mostly for comforts sake. Even if it was a bit of a hassle to keep it from falling onto the floor.
She glanced up at him again. He was sure taking his sweet time walking into the room. Which was odd, because he didn't seem very nervous or anything. Naturally, her brain went to the worst possibility, but she immediately busied herself with the duffel bag's stubborn zipper, trying to keep her mind off of that.
>>"I don't know exactly where to check in, it's been a while since I've had to do that. You probably already checked in if you got your room"
"No, I haven't..." She stopped. Then she completely dropped.
They give you your room when you check in.
And Kara hadn't checked in.
'Oh God...What if I'm in the wrong room?' She glanced up at the door, as if expecting the actual owner of this room to stumble in. That would certainly be a situation worth avoiding. But...wait a minute...What if Ted was that person? What if he was just sitting there waiting for her to...no no no! That's not right! He said he'd checked in long ago. But maybe...
>>"Are you expecting something? I'm not going to jump you or anything."
Ted's question completely interrupted her thoughts, so much that she almost jumped up, but didn't. "Oh, no," she stammered, "I just get....anxious...around people."
So he says he isn't threatening. Kara was still mentally deciding if she wanted to believe him or not. But it did beg the question...
If it's alright by you, I would very much appreciate a sig for Kara (maybe an avatar if you want to)!
Sorry to give you pretty much no guideline at all, but I honestly have no clue.
Faceclaim: Ellen Wong Text (Name you want used, quote, etc.): Kara Mitchell, and whatever you think works best. Special Request (anything specific you want to see on it): n/a
>>"Oh, I was just asking if you needed help unpacking. I'm Ted, by the way. What's your name?"
"Um...Kara. Carragail. Whichever, I guess. And..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced around at her luggage. Her duffel bag had apparently been kicked over by the local Ms. Clumsypants, though it hadn't splayed her clothes onto the floor. Her suitcase was almost halfway across the room, and was simply laying where she'd haphazardly set it. Her backpack was still on her shoulder, and she still didn't know why. She awkwardly slid it off onto the bed, and glanced around the room idly.
"And...um...kind of. I kind of...misplaced my...anxiety meds," she muttered. "And...where do we check in?"
She grabbed her backpack and set it on her lap, though she had yet to actually do anything with it. She knew her meds couldn't be in there. All there was was her laptop and headphones, maybe a few cables and speakers. No, she wasn't interested in looking there. She was more into the idea of having something solid (well, semi-solid) between her and Ted.
She glanced him over again. Still not lethal-looking
There was a lot on Kara's mind as she unzipped the duffel bag. Namely, where exactly she had put her Anxiolytic. She closed her eyes and thought as hard as she could. Did she leave it on the bathroom counter? No, she moved it somewhere. She remembered the TSA agent giving her crap about it at the Train station, but did she send it home or put it somewhere else?
>>"Hi. You must be new here. Do you need help unpacking?"
The voice surprised her so much that Kara immediately curled up, threw her hands in front of her face defensively, and screeched at the top of her lungs, "AAAAAAHHHH!!!!"
Then the shock wore off, and she just felt like an idiot.
She parted her hands enough so she could get a good look at the strange boy. Then she quickly decided to close her hands. Finally, slowly, and never taking her eyes off the stranger, she returned to a sitting position (though after a couple moments, she habitually crossed her legs).
She took another good long look at the boy. He didn't look especially dangerous. He actually looked kind of cute. God, now he must think she's insane. 'What were you thinking, Kara?' she thought to herself. 'Now look what you've gone and done! If he panicks and runs, it's totally your fault!' Realizing she was staring, Kara immediately averted her eyes, becoming especially interested in the door frame. The last thing she needed was to make him think she was a creeper on top of being a weirdo. She finally decided that the akward silence was a bit long, and so she mumbled a response.
"Erm...hi...uhhhh.....I'm sorry....for...erm...freaking out like that. You just...erm...surprised me...is all."
'Smooth, Kara. Real smooth.'
Then she thought for a second. Didn't he ask something else? Kara wracked her brain, trying to think of what he said. But there was nothing. She was probably screaming over his question. So she decided to call upon her silver-tongued rapier wit to help her out of this.
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