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.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 28, 2013 23:52:25 GMT -6
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Clyde saw the jerk move his hand towards his face, shooing him yet again. He leaned back a bit, though he didn't make too much of an effort to avoid the fingers, which flicked him on the forehead. His own hand moved up to lightly swat at them. Did this guy's parents never tell him that he was supposed to keep his hands to himself? Geez.
“Really?” he responded. His expression was flat. “Do you try that on everyone you meet?”
Now that he thought about it, he should have tried a little harder to avoid the jerk's hand. It wasn't that the flick hurt, but given that this was a mutant school, and he didn't know the guy's mutation, it could have just as easily been some sort of power attack. Whew, that was such a spooky thought.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 28, 2013 21:54:06 GMT -6
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Just as Clyde was getting worried, he heard someone speak to him over the intercom, telling him he could enter. With that, the gates opened. Clyde tentatively looked around, then walked right in. He could see the patrolman following some distance behind him. Seeing as he kept on pointing his flashlight towards the edges of the grounds, he appeared to be more concerned about there being someone coming onto the grounds. What was going on? Were they worried about the riots? He guessed that made sense.
The age shifter shivered a bit as he walked closer to the towering building before him. His pace quickened; he needed to get inside, where it was warm.
He stopped at a large pair of doors. This mansion was a lot to take in, for sure. Then again, everything that was going on was all overwhelming. He'd heard a few stories about this place, but it wasn't as if he'd had his own experiences. There was no knowing what to expect. He was just some guy who'd walked over there on a whim, no phone call for notice nor anything of the sort. Oh lord, what the heck was he doing?
Slowly, he raised his hand to the door. With it, he rapped three times.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 27, 2013 22:04:47 GMT -6
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Either he was a brat or was wanting to be one? What sort of ridiculous accusation was that? He might have looked like a kid, but Clyde knew he sure as hell didn't think like one. And he was certainly not trying to be one. That jerk needed to get his facts straight himself.
“I'm sixteen, and trust me, I'm not attempting to be a kid. Too bad I can't say the same fo you,” he retorted. His eyes narrowed further at the so-called artist. “And don't shoo me. I'm not a dog.” Seriously, why did people do that to kids? It was just plain demeaning.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 27, 2013 16:15:03 GMT -6
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“Am not,” Clyde grumbled. He really wished this jerk would quit insisting he was a brat. It was so inaccurate. And why was this guy complaining that he had no way of knowing who he was? He'd given hints all right. He'd mentioned they went to the same school, and that he'd been pretty rude to him. Of course, if this guy treated people that way all the time, maybe no one did leave an impression on him. Or, he was just a moron.
Either way, this jerk/moron was now wondering more about his mutation. This made Clyde very uneasy. He'd never be able to live it down if he had to explain it to him. “T-that's... none of yo business,” he stammered.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 26, 2013 23:45:46 GMT -6
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“I AM NOT!” Clyde snapped, his stare getting angrier. He knew he shouldn't have yelled, but what the heck was he supposed to do to keep people from calling him a brat? There was nothing that worked! He certainly wouldn't have picked this dumb mutation if he had the choice. In Clyde's mind, it appeared the guy in front of him had gotten a lot luckier power-wise, and therefore, he was lording over him with that fact. And he was supposed to be the brat?
The age shifter crossed his arms and remained standing next to where the guy sat. “You've made it cleah to me that yo an arrogant jerk! You can't even remembah who you've been a jerk to,” he retaliated.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 25, 2013 23:53:58 GMT -6
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“Don't call me that!” Clyde shouted. He couldn't express enough how much he hated that term. This was downright humiliating. It didn't help that his voice was that of a little kid's, either. Of all places his mutation could have decided to give out, it had to be in front of this guy?
He fumbled around a bit as he hurriedly returned to his teenage form, careful not to tear the clothes as he shifted. He then stormed right up to where the teen was sitting, angrier than before.
“Have I not made it cleah that I'm not one?” he growled, looking down at the seated teen.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 24, 2013 0:47:23 GMT -6
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Yada, yada, yada. It was all senseless art talk to Clyde. And wow. That teen still hadn't even figured out that they'd met. It was probably a good thing, too.
“Uh-huh. I'll leave you to yo... thing,” the age shifter said in a bored tone. The guy seemed uninterested in talking, and it wasn't as if Clyde particularly wanted to start an argument or to annoy him.
Ready to continue checking out the rest of the Mansion, Clyde walked towards the door at the other end of the room. But about halfway, he felt something hook around his ankle. Unable to catch himself, he fell to the floor with a thud. He must have fallen pretty hard, or so he thought, because it hurt a ton.
Freaking power cord... Whoever put that large lamp on the table wasn't careful to make sure people wouldn't trip over the cord. Grumbling, he sat up and reached forward to untangle his foot.
Clyde's eyes grew wide as soon as he did. His clothes all of a sudden looked a lot baggier. And his hands... they were small again. “Oh $#!^,” he thought, alarmed.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 23, 2013 23:33:30 GMT -6
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"And you seem to really hate it when people get in the way of yo artwork," Clyde mentally replied. That must have applied literally as well. As asked, Clyde took a couple of steps to the side and looked behind him. That teen was wanting to draw a shelf? Really? It wasn't that Clyde was completely incapable of thinking a painting looked nice, but he sometimes didn't get artists. Why the heck would someone want to draw that shelf? As far as he could see, there was nothing special about it. Hmph, there was probably some long-winded explanation of how deep or genius a drawing of that dang shelf was. Those were always baloney.
“Huh,” he mumbled to himself, unimpressed. He looked back at the drawing guy. “I remembah 'yo brothah' was drawing pictuahs of weird things, too.” That pile of school supplies and whatnot might have been memorable, but it was for being strange, not brilliant.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 23, 2013 22:51:54 GMT -6
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Clyde's eyes rolled in their sockets. Of course he knew people usually ate lunch. Sheesh. Though the guy's behavior towards him hadn't been nearly as bad as when he was in his usual kid form, it still irked him.
Though Clyde knew that they must have gone to the same high school, he wasn't quite prepared for the other teen to ask about it. “Yeah. Well, I used to...” he said with reluctance. “But I'm here now.” Damn, just when he was trying to keep his mind off his argument with his father. That was one story he was going to avoid delving into if he could. He didn't want to talk about it, especially with him.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 23, 2013 21:38:35 GMT -6
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“I see,” Clyde flatly acknowledged. It wasn't as if people were too friendly to him, either. But he figured that was because of his stupid mutation. If this guy (or perhaps his twin, though he was still convinced that the teen in front of him was the same person) had been rude to him for the sake of being rude, then it was no wonder people weren't interested in being friendly.
Assuming this was the guy, Clyde didn't want to go into too much detail regarding the encounter, or else he'd risk revealing his mutation's embarrassing issue to someone who'd most likely be less than sympathetic. “I saw 'him' at the high school. During lunch,” he replied. Hopefully, that answer was satisfactory.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 23, 2013 20:18:42 GMT -6
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“A twin...?” Clyde's voice trailed off. Huh, he was only being sarcastic about the carbon copy. If that were the case, and he'd met the twin, that would mean he'd shouted at the wrong guy. Crap.
Just as he was beginning to feel like a complete idiot, his eyes wandered to what the guy in front of him was holding: A sketchbook. The guy he'd met at the high school was drawing that pile of junk in one. Had he met the brother, that would mean they were exactly alike all the way down to their interests and that bizarre hair dye job. It wasn't impossible, but the sketchbook assured him he'd confronted the correct person.
“I met 'him' several months ago,” Clyde said. “I remembah that 'he' seemed to think that someone who approached 'him' was set out to annoy 'him.'”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 21, 2013 20:43:07 GMT -6
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Clyde raised an eyebrow, briefly puzzled at the guy's reaction. He was well aware that he looked a little different when he'd last encountered him, but was he really that unrecognizable as a teenager? Perhaps that was the case, but it wasn't as if it mattered. Jerks never remembered who they were jerks to, anyways. Well, Clyde wasn't going to remind him just yet. Or possibly not at all, if he could help it.
Arms crossed, the age shifter looked the other teen in the eyes. “Unless theah's some cahbon copy of you waltzing around somewheah, yes, we have met,” he blandly stated, with less hostility than earlier. Heh. Maybe trying to toy with this guy's head could be fun.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 21, 2013 18:02:35 GMT -6
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Clyde was wandering around the Mansion, and he was in teenage form. Back where he lived only a short time ago, he rarely got the opportunity to do that. However, this was a mutant school, so there was no reason he couldn't try to push his mutation a bit and explore the Mansion's many hallways and rooms. After all, he was new to the place.
The little venture brought the age shifter into what appeared to be some sort of recreational room. He glanced around the room, seeing that there was some other teenager in there. Ordinarily, Clyde wouldn't have really noticed him.
But he did. As soon as he saw the person, his expression turned angry. “You?!” he blurted out as he swiftly marched up to the other teen.
It was that weird-haired artist jerk from the high school! This was the same guy that kept on calling him a brat and talking down to him. He hated that guy! Since he was there, that probably meant... he was a mutant, too?
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 19, 2013 2:25:41 GMT -6
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The cafeteria? Oh God, not there! “Crap!” Clyde exclaimed. “We'd bettah hurry! Cafeteria's this way!” A lot of people hung around the cafeteria, and that included most of the jocks. Not to mention, some of the other students would wonder why she was there in the first place. If Elke was right about her clone being in that area, there could be trouble!
At least the cafeteria was close, so Clyde continued running until he arrived there. He crouched behind a bush near the cafeteria's edge, scanning the area for Elke's clone. Unfortunately, they weren't the only ones there looking for her. The backpack's owner was up and about, quite obviously searching for something, and he looked pretty angry.
“That's not good,” he said in a hushed voice. “He's mad about the backpack. And the crotch kick, too.” As funny as it was, Clyde still felt that that wasn't such a good idea, considering Elke was the one rifling through his backpack. “If he finds us, he might want revenge.”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 18, 2013 23:55:29 GMT -6
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Clyde nodded in confirmation. His mutation as interesting? Maybe. But amazing? Definitely not. His powers didn't have any practical use that he knew about; they just made his life miserable. Though, he didn't want everyone pitying him for it, so he said nothing against it.
“Don't worry, I can't do it to othahs. It doesn't even last fo moh than a few howahs, anyways,” he reassured Jared. He may not have liked people knowing about his mutation, but as far as he was concerned, he had nothing to worry when it came to people exploiting it. Heh, if he could change other people's ages, some people he knew would've gotten a karmatic taste of his own situation. Amusing.
That thought aside, though, it was easy to see someone wanting to restore their youth, even if it meant hurting someone else. “Is that why the lady's aftah you?” he asked Jared. It sounded like some plot out of a science fiction novel, someone trying to hunt another to get young again. But, in a world with mutants, it didn't seem impossible, either.
