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.
I posted! I don't mind others joining as well, of course. 4 or less people in a thread is usually a good total for me, or just the two of us is also fine if it ends up that way. I'm flexible!
(Continued for Katrina a short while after the events in FF Playing Pretend.)
Katrina walked out of her “counseling session” feeling slightly better, not because any issues she was suppose to have been counseled for had been resolved, but rather because she now didn't have to worry about talking about the issues. The odd red headed teacher, Raina, had been quite understanding that she hadn't wanted to talk and hadn't forced her to say anything she didn't feel like saying. They hadn't really had much else to talk about aside from that, but staring out the window and playing with the various time wasting toys from Raina's desk, like the liquid motion one with colored sand and water between glass that slowly made a new landscape-like picture whenever it was turned upside down. It was actually quite relaxing.
Now that the chore of going to the appointment was over with, she could go back to her brooding in peace. Unless, of course, someone was knocking at the door. Katrina looked around, up the stairs, and down the hallways, but she didn't see anyone to open the door other than herself. This put her at something of an impasse. She did not, under any circumstances, wish to be alone with anyone she didn't know any time in the near future. However, anyone that would actually be knocking at the door was undoubtedly a stranger, with a very few unlikely exceptions. Still, it would be rude not to let someone inside what was essentially a public place. It wasn't exactly mansion policy to be unfriendly towards newcomers.
Katrina crept up to the tall narrow window next to the door and peeked through the curtain. Outside was a man she had never seen before. He was full grown, so not a potential student. That left... a potential teacher, a salesperson, and someone who was up to no good on the list of possible identities. Katrina let the curtain fall back.
“Hello? How can I help you,” she questioned through the thick door in a loud voice.
It was only then that her eyes caught sight of the lock on the door. It was unbolted.
Crap.
Her eyes widened. Would it be rude to lock it now? Certainly it would. He would be able to hear it.
Crapcrapcrap.
The young illusionist braced herself, for what she wasn't certain. If that door opened, though, she'd be out of there so fast a red eyed elf wouldn't even be able to catch her. She'd turn invisible, too. Maybe a distraction illusion. Where were all the adults and the guard dogs when she needed them?
The Kabal, at least, is already taking things international. They took over Columbia this Spring. If you have an idea about a specific country or faction activity that might take place abroad, let's hear it!
It sounds like it could be a fun test of skills for people interested. It could work well for a New York City mutant-human friendly event, like the Valentine's Day Ball was. If you feel up to organizing the thread, I'd say go for it!
I'm going to be at the cabin this weekend. I'll be back Sunday night. I'm all caught up right now, but I hope not to be when I get back. *innocent smile of entirely innocent hinting*
Fausto's life was certainly getting busy. From mysterious missions to foreign countries to band practices with Cielle and Takumi all the time, his schedule was pretty full. The band was getting more popular, too, if the crowd on the mansion lawn had been any indication. Katrina wondered if there were any pirated versions of Corrosive Revolution's music out on the internet yet. Pretty soon, they might even start touring around the country giving concerts.
At least she would be able to contact him as easily as Cielle could, now that she would have his phone number, too. Katrina liked Cielle, for the most part. She was a nice person, even if she was a little spoiled. It was a good thing that she had found Fausto to be in the band. It had given his some direction in his life when he had seemed a little lost before. She couldn't help resenting the older girl just a little bit, sometimes. She wasn't jealous of her lifestyle or her money or anything like that, but she didn't think that she should always be able to boss Fausto around all the time. Giving him a cell phone was one example of how she was always in control. She wanted to call him, so she gave him a phone, simple as that.
Katrina took the phone from Fausto's outstretched hand and quickly programmed in her cell phone number. She even took a second to choose a ring tone for herself from the list. To her surprise Pinball Wizard was one of the choices. On a whim, she chose the amusing song for the silly memory of trying to sing it while playing karaoke. Hopefully Fausto would find it amusing the next time she called him.
“There you go,” she intoned as she handed the phone back to him. “Now I'll do yours. Hang on just a second.” The teen adeptly opened the correct menu and typed in all the information she needed for a new contact, everything except the phone number. Then she handed her phone over.
“All you need to do is type in the number, k?”
She collapsed back against her pillow while she waited. She took the chance while he was busy not looking at her to observe him up close and well lit. She could still see the playful youth that she had first battled in the kitchen with eggs and flour. There was a seriousness there, too, that had always been part of him as he struggled with difficult decisions. Perhaps it was her imagination, but it seemed like the seriousness was winning out over his playful side. It seemed like he was growing up, and the month away just made that more obvious to her.
Well, she couldn't have that. He couldn't grow up without her, it just wasn't allowed here in Neverland. Therefore the young blonde did the only thing she could think of that would help keep him young; as soon as he was finished typing in his number, she launched the pillow straight at his head.
One minute her mind was wandering, the next she had snapped to attention. Being at the mansion didn't often give anyone a chance to be bored, and if it did it rarely lasted for longer than a few minutes. In this case, Sam falling off of the wall was what grabbed her attention back from whichever cloud it had drifted off on. If Martin had also been daydreaming, she didn't notice his parallel snap back to the real world.
The ice manipulator's feet vanished over the edge, and when Katrina leaned over to look down she saw him scooting around on the ground. This behavior was puzzling to be certain, but she didn't have long to dwell on it as Martin quickly followed Sam off the edge, a good deal more gracefully and a great deal more purposefully.
Bruno came over to ensure his owner was alright with a healthy helping of healing saliva. Martin pet the dog, then almost patted Sam. He let his gloved hand hover over his head as if he had meant to offer it as a support for the other man to use while regaining his feet. Boys, she decided, were weird sometimes; first the dog-like scooting, then the almost-patting. Was she missing some dog joke of some kind?
“Are you okay,” Katrina called down to the self defense teacher, her voice full of concern. He could have broken his back or his tail bone, falling like that. He probably hadn't, considering he wasn't acting like he was in much pain, but she still worried.
Now was probably a good time for her to come down from the wall as well. She tucked her book under her arm and made her way carefully over to the tree where she scrambled down, using the oaken limbs as a pseudo-stairway. Walking over to Sam, she circled him once, clicking her tongue. Sam seemed to be just as healthy as normal.
“What are we going to do with you? Perhaps you should go see DocProf just in case. Even if you didn't break anything, you could see if he has a special tonic that prevents falling off of walls.”
And then, quite suddenly, they were taking off. Katrina scrambled into a seat behind Sam, while Cailyn found her own chair. The ivory haired girl was struggling nervously with her seatbelt, so Katrina unbuckled again and went to the girl's side to help her. She took the ends of the buckle and shoved them together with a smart click! just as the plane lurched up from the ground.
She probably should have been sitting for that part she figured, because the sudden shift in gravity made her lose her balance and fall forward toward the cockpit area where Sam was manipulating the controls. She sprawled face first onto the complicated dash board, not even knowing which buttons she had accidentally pushed. The plane gave an even more severe lurch than before, which sent her flying backwards toward the copilot seat.
If she had been lucky it would have been her rear that contacted the edge of the seat and she finally could have sat down and buckled in. As fate would have it, however, it was the back of her head that hit sharply against the hard edge of the chair. Bright flashes like white fireworks lit up her vision for an instant as she slid to the floor, clutching her hands to the back of her head. Now there were red lights flashing. She wasn't sure if that was part of hitting her head or part of the system built into the plane to warn them that something was very wrong with the flight.
Something shadowy flew towards her illusionary lightning manipulator, but Katrina didn't have a chance to react to it before it passed through him harmlessly. She was unsure if that shadow had meant to harm him or whether it was a way of sensing him. Either way, it was another trick that this guy had up his sleeve that she'd have to watch out for and seeing it made her wonder how many more tricks he had left.
As for her own tricksy arsenal, the illusion lightning worked better than she had even hoped. She almost felt bad for the assassin as he crumpled beneath his cloak. Then, quite suddenly, he was shrinking into nothingness like a wicked witch someone threw water at. She was instantly on alert, trying to sense where the mystery man had disappeared to. She checked first with the split off groups of invisible politicians and body guards, then looked to the battle between Sara and Alexandra. She couldn't sense the teleporter anywhere.
The idea that he may have retreated didn't make her feel any better. She preferred to know exactly where he was. For now, she would stay put to keep an eye on the small retreating groups of invisible men. They were almost to the safety of the invisible, armored transport vehicles that were waiting at the side of the road. Even then, they wouldn't be entirely safe, especially when a teleporter could pop right into the back of the vehicle. This body guard business was tough work. Unlike assassins, who had a specific point when they could know their job was finished, a body guard's work was never done. Unless they failed their task.
In Katrina's mind failure wasn't an option. She didn't even like the guy, but she had decided that deep down inside he had the same potential to be a good person that every human being had. Sure, he probably deserved to spend the rest of his life in a prison, but if he was killed it meant he could never learn new ways, never find that spark of goodness in himself that she believed was there in each individual. No one was fully evil, and it would be a shame to cut a life short before they ever had a chance to show their good side.
“I don't feel brainwashed,” Aviator Kat piped up from the floor. It was true. Her brain felt no cleaner than it had been before. Or had Ghost meant something else with that phrase? Whatever hidden meaning she had intended, it was lost on the dizzy young teen. It didn't much matter, because a moment later Calley was trying to convince Ghost to take a turn, and Ghost was refusing. Refusing with poor helmet pitches and catpile styled tackles. Maybe Ghost should have gone out for sports when she was younger.
“Oof,” she responded to the tackle. Neither Calley nor Ghost weighed too terribly much, but Aviator Kat didn't have very much in the way of cushioning either. With Calley's elbow crushing what must be her spleen and Ghost's knee pinning down her arm, she watched the helmet swing mockingly overhead.
Also, I've been at day camp this week which has affected my schedule more than I thought it would. All I've had time to do is check messages, basically, because I'm also getting ready for a long trip to... somewhere.... I can't remember where. I think the sun has fried a few brain cells.
>>>"It ain't gambling when you know you're right. I've got a sister ... blah blah ... same sandals ...blah... real cheap... blah blah blah... skimped on labour."
And he'd said she was wordy. The arrogance practically dripped off of his smile as he gestured again with his free hand. Katrina's eyes narrowed as she willed his stereo to a fall and meet its untimely demise on the hard ground. Unfortunately, she wasn't telekinetic, so the stereo remained where it was for now.
With a sigh, the obsidian haired punk sat himself down right on the grass. She hoped it was wet. Usually she didn't have such spiteful thoughts about people, but this guy was really getting annoying. Just because he was older, he assumed he knew everything. She may be a child, but she wasn't five. It was her turn to look down at him, as he pulled at his chin- as if he was wishing for his chin hairs to grow faster.
>>>"Your looking for cats, on your own, in a city which looses over two hundred animals week and is full of muggers, murderers and other malicious individuals? Have I got that right?"
Katrina shifted her feet. Actually, she hadn't thought about that before. Her eyes made a quick sweep of the park, spotting a mother and daughter having a picnic, a man curly haired taking his cockapoo for a walk, a pair of teens that didn't look much older than herself completely engrossed in each other, another couple walking with their hands clasped between them, and one idiot dressed in red and overburdened with belongings that were strapped to him like he was a pack horse. None of them looked like murderers or muggers. She didn't answer his question. At this point not answering was probably just as good as answering though, since she'd now neglected his question for a third time in a row.
>>>“You know, I really should hand you over to the nearest police officer, let them take you down to the station and call your parents. I don’t really care how long you’ve had these two-”
Maybe that would be a good id-- wait, why was he staring at her poster like that suddenly, like he couldn't believe that her drawing skills were so amazing or something.
>>>“Well I’ll be damned that’s the godforsaken furry devil which tried to maul me a few minutes ago! Damn thing nearly clawed my pants to ribbons before it took off.”
Calley! If only Calley had tried to shred the guys face instead of his pants- no, that wasn't nice. This guy had actually seen her friend that had been missing for two weeks. Her face brightened and she smiled for the first time since the viridian eyed coke pusher had first shown up. She should be grateful that providence had seen fit to place him in her path, even if he was an annoying piece of ... even if he wasn't the most pleasant person she had ever met.
He leaped back onto his feet, as if he was excited about the two cats, too.
>>> “Alright, I’m fair guy so I’ll give you choice; either I drag you over to the nearest police officer and let them take you back home, or you let me help you find the bloody creature. I’ve already seen it and I know where it went, besides you’re too young to be looking on your own.”
She wrinkled her nose, but then tried to erase the disdainful expression again. He was helping her, even if he was still being his annoying self while he did it. If she wanted to accept his aid, she'd have to take it bundled up with the slams about her age, the insults to her “pet”, the threats to turn her in to the authorities, and the haughty expressions, the condescending comments, and the annoying green eyes. It was a package deal.
Katrina's hand grasped around thin air when Kenzie figured out that they were no longer playing “Looks what I found” and had switched instead to “Keep Away.” In her humble doggy opinion, the second game was much more fun. She darted away from her mistress and bounded around the small room in a circle and came to a halt in the opposite corner and crouched down with her mischievously wagging tail held high in the air.
Katrina glanced at her friend out of the corner of her eyes to see if he had realized... and he was beet red from head to toe. Since he was not a chameleon like someone else she knew, Katrina realized right away that he had seen. Damn.
Fausto was very tactful, though. He forged ahead, making polite conversation as if nothing had happened about how tidy her room was while she continues to try and catch her dog.
>>>¨Thinking about it ... you could turn it invisible ... so your room could be a mess but looks like tidy .¨
Katrina paused mid-lunge, realization dawning upon her. Fausto was a genius and her hero. He may not have said as much, but he had worked out a perfect solution to her problem. The clothing item quickly vanished itself from Kenzie's mouth, even the feel of it was gone. The canine dropped the invisible article in confusion, much to Katrina's relief.
“Thanks,” for thinking the room is clean and for the help with the unmentionable incident.
She should have thought of that, considering it was her ability. Yet, it was her friend who thought of the tactic first. That was why Katrina avoided things like fights, video games, or even sports. She was not very good at strategy. Her own usual strategies involved running away, button mashing, or getting the ball to someone else as quickly as possible if it ever came her way, respectively. Maybe that was why the acid mouthed boy was sought after to embark on adventures abroad and Katrina wasn't even allowed out the front gate without supervision.
“So,” Katrina began again as she found a seat on her bed, patting it to indicate that there was still room for one more. “This is Kenzie.”
The golden, having had her game abruptly interrupted was perfectly happy to go back to being petted and leaped up onto the bed. She stuck her head under Katrina's arm to make it perfectly clear what it was she wanted. She couldn't speak human, but she was a perfectly good communicator.
Katrina laughed and scratched her head.
“I also got a cell phone while you were gone. That was a bit of an adventure, too, actually. I was mad at my mom for something or other, and I wanted to talk to someone. I remembered seeing Abyss at the party. You remember the big red guys? They are friends of mine from when we all lived together during the resistance, so I went to see them at the Sanctuary. I shouldn't have gone without telling anyone, I realize now, but I was so angry at the time. Anyway, Mars gave me his cell phone, I think it was so that next time I could just call first if I wanted to talk.” Katrina paused a moment, a little shy about the next thing she wanted to say, which was a little odd since she hadn't had any trouble asking the same question of Sam, Ghost, or anyone else for that matter.
“Um. You can have my cell phone number if you want. And, do you have a phone number too?” The blonde teen averted her gaze, not wanting to see his reaction, just in case it wasn't a favorable one. She didn't want to seem like a stalker friend or anything. Instead, she focused on scratching the very tip of MacKenzie's chin, which was one of her favorite spots to be scratched. The dog would have purred, if she could.