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.
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He said something strange after he spoke, a couple of letters squished together to make one word. What exactly did he mean by that? Since Jessica was used to laughter, loud noises, and anything that could be further elaborated posting up in big letters with an explosive background behind it plastered in front of the action, like a giant HAHA!, BANG!, or POW!, she only understood words to describe humor as HAHA, HEHE, or HARDY HAR. She ignored the last part, thinking it was some made up language like some of the other toons had or maybe it was some harsh accent, like Donald Duck had.
She could gather that he was just as confused as she was. Still, she thought she had seen her Roger in plush form. "My husband, Roger Rabbit! You haven't handled a Rabbit tonight? I thought I saw him looking all cute and fluffy!" she said, feeling upset that she had lost her funny bunny. The more she looked around, the more she found this man to be the least sinestre character. Everyone else seemed like they would eat a poor toon woman and she would rather not leave his side. It's tough to protect yourself in heels.
"Perhaps I was mistaken. I'm Jessica Rabbit," she said. "Looks tough out here, I wonder what happened. Did you used to be a toon?" she asked, buckling down her frantic behavior to focus on how to find her Roger as quickly as possible. What if he was safe and still in Toon Town and it was a plot to steal Jessica from her darling husband.
Staying in bed all day was never fun, not unless there was a marathon of your favorite TV show or if you got pampered by someone bringing you hot soup and lots of blankets. Then again, Fade never much did enjoy being pampered and looked after. She had spent most of her life, well really all of her life, taking care of herself. Even though the X-Men helped her in missions and she helped them, when it came to herself, she was very much in charge. Not to mention that a sick day on the street was only a day to beg better, who wouldn't give money to a sick young woman who did not have a hoth? So the more sick you were, the better your payrate. The only thing she never grew accustomed to while living on the street was how to flirt and all that other stuff. Any guys she knew 'back in the day' only enjoyed her for her thieving abilities and she felt the same towards them.
Sam mentioned a walk and Bruno immediately recognized the word. Dogs were such lovable creatures, they seem to be the only ones excited when any sort of exercise is mentioned. For a second, Fade glanced down at her clothes and began a silent mental debate on whether what she was wearing was suitable for a walk. Though they were comfortable clothes, she would rather not skip around the Mansion in her pajamas. Still, she wanted to go on the walk. "Sure, I'd love to join your for a walk," she said. Smiling, she turned her attention back to her wardrobe and continued to talk, "Though I hope you don't mind if I ran upstairs and changed real quick? These aren't exactly outside clothes."
In all honesty, she wanted to make the trip to change her clothes fast so Bruno did not have to wait for his walk much longer. He looked so cute trying to push Sam into taking him on a walk sooner, she would hate it if the dog had to wait on her mozy hind end. While she waited for the green light, she began to figure out what she would wear. Again, it was to keep Bruno's wait time down, but she knew she would most likely end up throwing on whatever was the closest to her when she went upstairs. She looked down to Bruno as if she were convincing him she would only take a few moments.
He responded in a way she did not exactly expect, but the smile on his face sort of made it debatable. He pulled his hand back and continued eating and for a moment, Fade did not know how to respond to that. In one instance, she could act like it was a joke and just laugh, but it didn't seem to be all that funny. Another way she could have approached it was to blush, a little embarassed since she felt that although he smiled, the rest of his body language wasn't exactly beaming. Or she could shrug it off and act like she did not think about it for a single second, act like the tough one who did not care. The result was a mixture of all three. Without speaking, she blushed, sort of smiled and shrugged, her eyes glued on the glass of near-empty apple juice before she picked it up and drank the rest of it.
Then she actually laughed. Perhaps that was why nobody spoke about her behind her back. If she could sneak up on anyone and hear exactly what they were discussing and found herself the topic of conversation, what would she do? Well, if she were being spoken badly of, it would all depend on who was speaking ill of her. If she knew the badmouther, most likely, she would walk away hurt, but if it was just a kid, maybe she'd make an appearance. Still, she hadn't snuck around her own home (which is what she calls the Mansion) in quite a while, if you didn't count today. "If people refrain from talking about someone who can sneak up on them and eavesdrop, I wonder just how tough it must be for a telepath who can listen even when people keep their mouths shut."
Sam got up and walked his plate over to the sink, finished with the kitchen scene. Fade returned her attention to her plate, she was almost done, maybe only three or four more bites; she took the opportunity to eat half of her remaining portions when he spoke. "Um, no, I don't really have anything planned for today. I was debating whether I should go out tonight, a night on the town or something, but night's pretty far away, so I don't know quite what I'll do," she shrugged, eating the rest of her breakfast. She stood up and made a movement to walk straight through the table, but she decided to walk around it, she usually forgot some people weren't used to seeing a redhead phase through everything. Plus, it was best if she did not use her mutation for every little thing, she was still a bit human, right? "Were you planning on being bed-ridden today?" she asked, walking around the table. Plenty of people, when they don't feel good, stay in bed all day long, only getting up to eat.
Kealey and Shin had invited Fade to go to this Haunted Park place. Sure, when she was younger, Fade enjoyed dressing up and running from house to house to pick up free candy, but she never had any parents to return the candy back to so they could 'test' their favorite candies. The whole 'haunted' stuff never really made her too comfortable. Now, she could handle a mission, that was all fine and dandy, but any attempt at attending a haunted party of some sort, she'd spend most of her time blinking in and out of visibility every time she jumped in fear. Since she was not too fond of people dressing up with grotesque facial wounds and zombi-fied, she decided to take a different sort of costume.
She was dressed in a strapless, sparkly, red dress with a long line running up her leg up to her thigh. She wore red high heels, that were killing her, but she would just take them off and walk barefoot if it bothered her too much. Pulled over her arms were two long, blue gloves, nearly reaching her shoulders and she wore a giant fake wedding ring. Her red hair was straight but volumous and it draped over her face, covering her left eye. Her makeup was a bit heavier than usual, with blue directly above her dark eye-liner and matching red lip stick with gold earrings. It was a bit more than she expected but it was better than dressing up with blood all over her back.
She entered the Cavern and looked around, spotting the two she was looking for. They were accompanied by someone she did not recognize, but she made her way over to the well dressed couple. When she had nearly reached the table, she stopped, a twisting feeling creeping up her spine and to the back of her head. Everything disappeared for a moment, and when she opened her eyes, she saw all sorts of creatures and characters, all reacting in their usual manner.
Living in Toon Town had made Jessica quite familiar with the crazy actions of fellow toons, but these guys were like foreign toons in different bodies. Who where all these people? Jessica Rabbit peered out with both eyes and covered her left eye again with her bright red hair. "ROGER?! ROGER MY DARLING, WHERE ARE YOU?" she shouted, searching the crowd for her rabbit husband. When there was no sign of him, she ran outside, looking around for any sign of him.
Then she caught it, a sight of two beautiful bunny ears in between the fingers of a man. For a moment, she caught a glimpse of the man, but then he disappeared. She ran after him, her hands out, palms facing the floor while her body seemed to wiggle while she ran, the shoes were quite hard to run in but they were her most comfortable set. Finally, she caught up to him, her fury running wild and her nostrils flared. "Where is he? Where did you put my funny bunny? Where is Roger Rabbit?" she asked, yelling after him while she tried to catch up and address him to his face. "Why am I not a toon and why isn't Roger a toon? What's happening? Where's toon town? Did Judge Doom come back?"
"The Danger Room is my favorite, I love practicing in there," she smiled, enjoying the tiny little sceneries she had fashioned for her own personal training. There were small alley ways and stairs and all sorts of stuff so she could practice her wall climbing. In a way, it was like those street jumpers, the people that turn walls and steps and rails into a gymnasium and she was getting much better at it. It did, of course, help that she had raptor-like talons that could phase through the walls and grab hold, so she had handle bars no matter where she tried to climb, it made life so much easier and it made it really fun. Not to mention when she was invisible, she could manuever around someone without having to tiptoe behind them.
She looked down at the hand that was on Sam's and smirked, shaking her head. "I'm sure those girls you have repuations with make it really obvious when they pull their hand away from you abruptly and thats why everyone would think that. Not like me. I'm a bit more smooth," she said, simply phasing her hand through his and through the table until it was underneath. It wasn't a quick movement like pulling it away that would indicate she needed to hide something, instead it looked more like she was itching her leg. Under the table though, she expected smooth sailing, but hit Sam's knee. It was only for maybe one fourth of a second before she phased through that as well, but she pulled her hand back up through the table instead of leaning back to pull it out from under the wood surface. "Plus, I don't have any reputations... at least known that I know about. Do I have any reputations?
Sure Sam had a reputation for being a ladies' man, but he was very good looking, so it did not surprise Fade at all. Deathstar had a reputation for being crazy and mean, didn't stop Fade from being friends with her. Everyone had some sort of reputation, it didn't make them less potential friends. She took another bite of her eggs and bacon, enjoying it with every chew and she looked back to Sam, smiling once she had swallowed her food.
Fade resisted the urge to blush, though she smile did take a curl that would usually accompany a blush. To hide it, or at least in an attempt to hide it, she covered her fork in egges and took a bite, stuffing her mouth so she could fill out the usual shape of her lips. Though it helped that the food was so delicious. Actually, she couldn't remember the last time she had a good home cooked breakfast and sat down to eat it. When she was little, with her foster parents, she remembered they would cook stuff like that. But when she began showing signs of her mutation, they began just setting food out for her in her room, then the quality of eggs began to decrease.
"I thought I've seen a Husky roaming around the grounds," she smiled. "Yeah, they tend to grow," she said, recalling an old street friend that had a dog. He had had the dog since he was a puppy, used the little amount of money he had to buy it, but gained a lot more by begging with a puppy. Everyone wanted to help a homeless dog. Some people just got the guy dog food, but they didn't know he was a mutant and actually enjoyed dog food. Ruff was quite the mutant and his dog really kept the both of them fed. He couldn't very well show his mutation and get food for it.
Class? Truth be told, she was sneaking notes from the elementary classes. Though she knew some stuff, she was highly undereducated, hardly even knew how to read. Then again, did she even have to read in Self Defense? "What class do you teach again? Self Defense?" she asked, double checking to see what he did. Perhaps, if she didn't have to read to prove educated knowledge, she would stop in his class to see what kind of teacher he was.
The corny line hit her, resulting in a big smile and a long laugh. "Practice that line often?" she laughed, trying to regain her composure. When she had finally done so, she took a sip of her apple juice and exhaled. The room temperature had dropped quite a bit, but only for a second or so, just enough to give her goose bumps, but they quickly retreated with the warm blood flowing through her from the laughter. "Yeah, I'd say you're pretty cool," she corrected herself using the pun.
The smile froze on her face, in an uncertain glimmer. What did he mean it was usually the other way? It couldn't be just another joke, could it? If it was, he was playing it off rather well, but the sentence itself was not usually used as a joke. He was the one usually heartbroken is what it sounded like. In a way, it meant he had one and could do relationships, but she wondered what he had gone through to break his heart? Fade's last boyfriend had disappeared and she spent the past few disappearances from the Mansion looking for him with no luck. Who knew what happened to him? Did he get hurt? Killed? Or did he just run? Just as a little reassurance, she put her hand on his, careful not to let her claws land on his eggs or bacon and she gave it a little squeeze, still smiling, unsure of whether that hand squeeze was entirely necessary.
Bruno put on a cute little show to beg for some food and Fade couldn't help but look down and smile, fighting the urge to wrap her arms around him and kiss the fluffiest part of his head. "I've always wanted a Husky, I think they are sooooooo beautiful!" she smiled, leaning up against the fridge while the eggs sizzled and cooked. Sam raised a toast but Fade had already taken a sip, so she let out a little laugh and nodded.
"Oh I don't think the kids are excited, I'm sure there are a bunch of young women in your class that are upset that their hot teacher took the day off. Bunch of heartbroken young women," she shook her head in a joking manner, the same smile still painted upon her lips. "Then again, I've never been in your class, so it may just be what you said," she laughed, letting him know she was only messing with him. On a random note, she had been thinking of how to stay invisible to him, to phase her body so there would be no heat, or at least the heat would be phased? Even then, wouldn't she have to still have body heat? She couldn't very well go cold like Sam and survive.
He had finished the eggs and offered her half of it, to which she lifted the plate and scraped a little less than half on it with the fork he had taken out. "Thank you," she smiled as she walked the plate over to the table and set it down. When she had done so, she walked back, picked up her drink and set it down next to her plate, picking up two napkins on her way. She took a quick bite, just to try it out and nodded in approval, waiting for to swallow before she talked.
While she waited, she sat down, tucking her leg under herself when she sat down. She used to do it all the time as a kid, primarily because she was too short and it was better than having a booster seat. It never seemed as uncomfortable as it did these days when she was younger and she instantly felt the pain shoot through her ankle and leg bones. Instead of repositioning herself by standing up, however, she just phased her leg through the chair so it looked like nothing happened. "Good eggs," she said, picking a piece of bacon off the plate full and putting it on her own plate. "Team effort breakfast."
"Great, foiled by a dog," she laughed, looking down at Bruno and giving a little puppy face. It was a girl thing... somehow, whenever she looked at a cute little animal, the cute little girl in her came out and she automatically made puppy faces and spoke in that baby voice. However, she refrained from doing the voice, she hated it when others did that to their children and pets in public. Maybe she would let a 'hello there you cute little bundle of cutie patootiness' slip when she was alone, but only when no one else was around. "I like it, I think righty's alot more handsome," she said, staring into his blue eye with her currently violet eyes. With all that thinking about the dog, she almost called his eye 'cute'. Never call something of a man's 'cute'...
He noticed her shirt and said something about how he never knew she liked the Raiders, but Fade blinked once or twice. Of the Lost Ark? She thought her shirt was of a football team, not an Indianna Jones movie. Looking down though, she realized it read R something. As if it was not hard enough for the undereducated Fade to read, why not put the word upside-down to make it even more challenging. However, the R sufficed, it must be the Raiders, as in there was a team called the Raiders. "I'm not, I just like black and white and thought this was a cool looking shirt," she smiled, looking up from the lettering. "I never understood football, I thought people just played it so they could trample over each other."
He asked her if she made the bacon, then said it was fantastic, it seemed as though he already knew who made it. "Bacon is the easiest happy food to make," she said, taking another bite. Since Fade had never gone to High School, or Middle School, and hardly even went to Elementary School in the first place, she had no idea what R&R was, but it sounded familiar, like it was from the few years she spent in school. The sentence made it seem like it was another word for rest, and she nodded. "Your secret is safe with me!" she said, twisting her fingers in front of her lips as if she were locking them shut.
He pulled out the eggs and some Orange Juice and offered to make some. "Yes, I love eggs, scrambled and over-easy, so whatever you feel like eating." she said, moving over to the fridge as well. Orange Juice was not her favorite, the pulp always made her shiver. She rumaged around and pulled out some Apple Juice before pouring herself a cup. Sam made some kind of movement with his eye, but she was unaware of if he blinked or winked. Whatever it was, she smiled in return. "I'm afraid I'm not much of an OJ person, it's the pulp. And not much of a milk person either, cause of the after taste. But Apple Juice...now that hits the spot," she sighed as she tilted back the cup and took a sip. She pulled out another cup and poured some Orange Juice for Sam.
The next person to come in was not a person at all, it was a dog! Fade held herself in the same position with all of her might, fighting the urge to come down and rub the dog's tummy. Then again, it could be a mutant, so she remained still and mentally patted herself on the back when Sam came walking in right after, approaching the bacon rather cautiously. He said something about how they didn't know who's bacon it was and after only seconds, he looked directly at her as asked if the bacon was up for grabs as he took a couple for himself and his dog.
With a little sigh and an invisible frown, she turned visible, erasing the frown into more of an expression of a child caught stealing cookies from the jar before dinner. She let her legs go from the ceiling and dangled from her arms for a second before letting go and landing on the ground. It would have been a soft landing, but her talons made a little clicking noise when they hit the ground. Now that she was visible, it was apparent that she had made this plan up the second she woke up to a minor noise in the hall. Her plaid light purple and blue pajama pants completely contrasted her black and white, slightly oversized, faded football jersey. Who knew who the Raiders were? She just liked the shirt...
"I still can't do it, can I?" she sort of grumbled, picking up a piece of bacon herself and taking a bite. Whether or not she set the trap, the smell of bacon was tempting her while she lurked in the corner, begging her to come out and just eat it all. The dog looked up at her as she took a bite and she immediately melted and grabbed another piece. Leaning over to pass the dog his treat, she placed a hand on Sam's back to steady herself and her eyes sparkled with pure delight when Bruno took the piece and happily chomped on it.
Pulling herself back up with a little help from the hand on Sam's back, she picked back up the piece of bacon she was already munching on and took another bite, sliding her hand off of Sam's back and setting it on the edge of the counter. With a quick movement, she hoisted herself up and sat on it, just barely. A small voice sounded in the back of her head, a voice she detested and hated hearing: "Jenny, don't sit on the counters, nobody wants to eat off where you're tiny hiny's been." Before she was a mutant, her foster parents were actually nice to her. "You feeling ok? I heard you were a little sick, someone said you'd cancelled your plans for the day," she asked, looking him over to see if there were any outward signs of illness.
A few weeks after the dance, Fade had run into the initial problem of getting Sam alone. Though Kealey and Shin offered their help to corner his emotions, Fade felt that such actions were unnecessary and wrong, after all, if someone had used her sense of emotions to her disadvantage, she would have been offended. After the dance, it was problematic, yet at the same time, the most simplistic idea of getting Sam away from everyone had dawned on her. While everyone seemed intent on waking up while others waked, Fade had cooked a nice batch of bacon before anyone woke up. Bacon was the main treat for men and she remained invisible as they sauntered in, picked their bacon and left.
The only untouched mutant was Sam, of course, the hardest prey. Maybe the trap had been set so Fade's multicolored eyes could gaze into his deep blue ones, maybe the trap had been set just so she could prove that she was getting better at sneaking up on others. Still, she could just have set the trap to see who it attracted. Yet as each man entered the kitchen, took his bacon, and left, she remained in the shadows.
While she had her body invisible, she was plastered in the top most corner of the kitchen, waiting to see if Sam would attack the frail amounts of bacon so she could pounce on him and perfect her art on sneaking on a heat senser. Slowly, her eyes darted to the left and right, making sure no scene went unnoticed after she had set the kitchen ablaze with bacon scents.
OK, updated. I will leave another week or so to allow anyone else to sign up if they wish, then I will close the sign ups and begin the plot on September 23rd.
Luke: I hope all turns out well! Saph: I also hope things prove better for you as well!
My wisedom teeth will be pulled tomorrow morning. I'm sure I can still post, but I don't know if I will be a little loopy tomorrow, I'll see though. Just FYIs
"We can start heading over to see what rooms are available," Fade smiled, beginning the walk to the Mansion. She looked behind her to make sure Raven was coming as well by smiling and continuing to talk to her. "Well most mutants here have been through a lot outside of these walls. When I was younger, I didn't think this place would be able to handle me but it definitely made quite a mark on me. Now I can't even imagine living anywhere else and I don't get why I didn't come here when I was even younger," she smiled, understanding the feeling of not belonging.
If the police records and wanted for theft flyers did not warn the Mansion about her, it was her mutation and how good she was at sneaking up on people and leaving with a little token. Somehow, the Mansion put up with her and she survived. With the help of Tricity, Daria, Castiel and Raph, she made the place her home. It seemed a little ironic that now she was one of those who did her best to make the Mansion feel like home to anyone who did not feel like they belonged anywhere. The main point to get across was that the Mansion was not just anywhere, once it grew on you, the memory follows you everywhere. "Everyone here appreciates quickly that even outcasts are never alone," she smiled, looking back at Raven again.
