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 Jan 22, 2013 12:49:29 GMT -6
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So far, Clyde chalked up that guy's behavior to the idea that he was one of those odd drama people, but even for a drama person, it was pretty strange. It was overly formal and frankly, annoying. Even though he'd indicated that the company was not welcome, that guy didn't leave and even sat down in front of him. Why wouldn't he take the hint? He would of thought the teen would have given up by then.
Clyde's eyes grew wide as the guy confirmed that he indeed did see the book and hinted that he knew something was going on. Crap, he was getting suspicious. That guy seemed so certain that he wasn't telling him something, and from the looks of it, he wasn't going to let up anytime soon. What if he found out and told the whole school?
“What if I do expect you to believe it?” Clyde questioned, his eyes returning to a narrowed state. “Tell me, why does this mattah so much to you?” The teen's persistence did make Clyde wonder just a bit, so he wanted to know where his motivation came from.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 20, 2013 22:28:30 GMT -6
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Despite Clyde's response, the strange teen in front of him did not appear the least bit satisfied. Did he not care that he was interrupting him? Also, it irked him that this guy was waving his finger at him as if he was scolding him. And grinning.
What the guy said next caught Clyde completely off guard. For a moment, he averted his gaze to think. What he said was... surprisingly... accurate... Creepy. Indeed, he was unwilling to tell people because he was worried about how they'd treat him afterwords, and it was bothering him that everyone thought of him as a kid because of that. But, just because that guy seemed to notice things didn't mean that he was going to spill everything. Last thing he wanted was the truth to be floating around the entire school. It would be a nightmare.
Pulling him thoughts back together, the age shifter narrowed his eyes at looked straight at the guy. “I happen to go to school heah,” he stated defensively as he crossed his arms. “End of story. You through heah?” He couldn't say that he was reading – that would just draw attention to the book, and it seemed he'd already noticed. Still, Clyde hoped otherwise.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 20, 2013 19:22:39 GMT -6
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Clyde sat quietly in the passenger's seat the rest of the way back, cringing every time there was a close call. At last, she drove the car into the lot and into its original parking space. How she managed to get into the parking slot, the world will never know. It was probably a good thing his brother hadn't parallel parked. She told him that he was a good teacher and that he should give her another lesson in the future. Then, she ran off, leaving him in the car alone.
“Not in a million years,” he said to himself, once he was sure she wouldn't hear him. Finally, he could relax. No more psycho lady in the driver's seat. With some luck, maybe his brother phoned the police, and they would soon arrest her, except...
There weren't any police cars in sight. Wait...
The driver's side door opened, and in came Bryce. “Sorry I took so long. The line was crazy and then...”
His brother continued talking, but the age shifter didn't pay any attention to what he was saying. So, he'd been in there the whole time, and never realized the him nor the car was missing in the first place. He continued to block out the ramblings when all of a sudden...
“That's funny. I could've sworn theh was moh than an eighth of a tank when I went in.”
Yep, he had NO idea. At first, Clyde considered mentioning something about the incident. But then, he realized that it would be a story about some crazy mutant lady took the car for a joyride and nearly crashed it a few dozen times and brought it back before he returned. Yeah, that was believable. Real believable.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 20, 2013 1:56:05 GMT -6
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Clyde was just getting into the story when someone interrupted him. Out of all the times to be bothered, it HAD to be while he was reading.
The age shifter looked at this person and raised an eyebrow. What the heck was he (or she?) wearing? And, what was with that odd behavior? It was way too formal for high school! Hmm... must be some drama department guy. Those people seemed to love the attention that came from their strange antics.
Clyde bore a fairly irritated expression on his face as he listened to the guy. This was just what he needed: another person questioning why he was at the school. Granted, he didn't look like he was supposed to be there, but most of the other students had figured out that he was another student some time ago.
“What story?” he asked, as if there was nothing strange about what he was doing. He tried not to sound rude, though his annoyance was probably quite evident. He simply wasn't fond of answering questions. “I just go here.”
It was then that Clyde remembered the book he was reading: Brave New World. It was something an adult would immediately yank out of a child's hands, but he was old enough to handle it. Still, seeing him with it had to be strange. Clyde set it aside facedown, hoping it would go unnoticed.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 19, 2013 21:47:45 GMT -6
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Clyde squeezed his eyes shut and let out a brief scream as the woman swerved into the oncoming lane for a moment. This lady was officially trying to give him a heart attack. Evidently, “crossing the line” was a poor choice of words. “I was being metaphorical,” he growled. Funny. He would have thought that she'd have a stronger reaction to him calling her childish.
If he pushed her any further, she was going to try to scare him even more. He'd had enough with her shenanigans. The last thing he wanted her to do was to try even more stuff. Unfortunately, it was impossible to reason with crazy. There wasn't much he could do about that. In fact, there wasn't much he could do about the entire situation except hope for a safe return.
“Just bring me back. Please,” he sighed, straining to say the last word. Ugh, trying to please this maniac ate away at his dignity. It reminded him of how helpless he could be. Oh, why did someone as insane as her get the ability to make bombs and a reasonable individual like him have to stay a kid? Wouldn't society have been better off if it was the other way around?
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 19, 2013 12:37:13 GMT -6
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Lunchtime. Again. Normally, it lunchtime was a relief for students, but not to Clyde. To him, there was nothing fun about that block of time. He didn't have any homework to keep him occupied, so he opted to read a book instead. As usual, the spot he chose to stay during lunch was a quiet one. This time around, he'd picked out a bench in the corner of the campus. That way, he could avoid his fellow students.
It wasn't that Clyde hated people; he just wasn't like any of the other teens. In fact, he didn't even look like the them. Since he had been at the school for a few months now, some of the other students had labeled him “that weird little kid” already. The age shifter wasn't exactly okay with that, but trying to explain his situation... well, that was like saying, “Please shove me in a locker,” or “Beat me up.” Not only was his problem humiliating, but mutants weren't exactly greeted with open arms, either. He didn't want to deal with either issue, much less both at once. He wouldn't be able to protect himself if someone decided to attack him for what he was. It was best to just let the other students wonder.
As long as they minded their own business, he'd mind his.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 18, 2013 17:27:53 GMT -6
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Despite Clyde's insistence otherwise, the lady called him a brat. Again. She was the one breaking the law, yet there she was, accusing him of ruining her fun. “Theh's a line, you know, and you've crossed it,” he stated firmly. She claimed that she'd bring him back, but, at this point, he wasn't even sure he could trust that promise.
From what she said, she was a normally a pickpocket. Oh, that was a big surprise. Figures that she had some sort of criminal background, the way she was behaving. That type of person was the type that did whatever they wanted, without caring what others thought. Clyde wasn't raised to be like that; he knew that rules were important. Without them, so many other people would end up like her. Wouldn't that be a nightmare?
The age shifter's eyes narrowed as the woman “apologized” and... stuck out her tongue at him. Way to act like a five year old. Twenty guesses as to who the real brat was. “Hey, I'm not the one with a problem,” he argued in a condescending tone. “Ya'h the one acting so childish.”
He honestly couldn't think of a better word to use.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 17, 2013 17:57:54 GMT -6
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Clyde noticed that the woman seemed rather irritated with him. However, he felt that if either of them had the right to be mad, it was him. She was the one who stole the car and starting recklessly driving. “Not like I wanted to be in this cah with you driving...” he muttered.
Just before the car was going to sail right through that intersection, she slammed on the brakes. Clyde felt himself be thrown forward, but seat belt caught him. It was a good thing he was wearing one. The driver, who was not wearing hers, seemed rather surprised at this. Was this woman just acting like she was stupid to toy with him? Seriously, he was about to lose his patience with her, if one could call his behavior with her so far patient. Then, he heard that last remark...
“I'M NOT A BRAT!” he yelled, his hands forming fists. He almost yelled that he wasn't a kid, either, but that would have just caused confusion. Regardless, he didn't like being called that word. It had such a bad connotation. He had to take a couple of seconds to calm down. “You know, my brothah's going to see that this cah's missing and call the cops, if he hasn't already,” he said clearly with a glare. “Mind bringing me back now?”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 17, 2013 15:26:22 GMT -6
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The girl was definitely alive, but from the looks of it, she was out cold. He didn't see any signs of injury, so exhaustion was likely. Lennox confirmed that when he denied knocking her out himself. He then said something about needing to do something. Just like that, he walked away. For some reason, he seemed to be in a hurry to get out of there. “What was that all about?” Clyde asked the remaining teen in a hushed tone.
Lennox was injured and fairly severely (or so he guessed). The little girl was unconscious, and her parents didn't seem to be around (or maybe they couldn't find her). Other people had harmed themselves on accident. He needed to get home to change out of those clothes. Agh. So much to be concerned about, most of it regarding the injured. Maybe getting the paramedics over there to help handle the rest of the situation was a good idea.
The age shifter sat his backpack down. Seeing his torn shorts, he promptly took his jacket off and wrapped it around his waist. Then, he started digging through his bag. Phone, phone... the phone wasn't in his backpack. Neither were a lot of the things that should be in there. Oh, wait, those must have fallen out when Miles picked him up. Great, some people needed medical attention, and he couldn't call the paramedics.
“Crap,” he muttered under his breath. He looked back up at Miles. “You have a phone?” he asked him. “Someone might need to go to the hospital.”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 16, 2013 0:03:22 GMT -6
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Again, it seemed that the blonde-haired lady had toned the driving's craziness down a notch. Her behavior on the road was so unpredictable. So, to her, this was all going out with a blaze of glory, huh? Some philosophy. Maybe it suited some people. But, it was not exactly one Clyde agreed with. It wasn't because he was afraid of everything. It was more that there were some things that people, unless they were off their rocker, should be afraid of. For instance, dying.
The age shifter looked down and sighed. “Fricken' adrenaline junkies,” he mumbled. He turned back to the driver. “Why'd you not just get lessons so you didn't have to steal a car and kidnap me?” Hey, by legal definition, kidnapping was the act of holding someone against their will, so this definitely qualified. Either she was insane, or she liked the thrill of stealing a car. Or both.
They were closing in on an intersection, and the lady was asking about what something said. What did what say? The only thing to read nearby was a sign. It had six sides and was red. Oh, crap. “STOP!” He threw his arms in front of him, ready to brace himself in the case that the car to came to a screeching halt. “Seriously, maybe you need glasses!” Indeed, that would explain at least some of the issues. Some. Not all.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 14, 2013 22:22:52 GMT -6
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I'm definitely interested in getting Clyde involved with this. I think it's a good way for the X-men to recruit, and some of the things they do will give people an alternative to riot violence. The house-building thing could easily be something they do.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 14, 2013 17:03:11 GMT -6
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To Clyde's horror, instead of staying to the right of those lines, the car was now straddling them! And she didn't care; she was wanting to show off something else. “Agh! To the right of them, not between them!” he shouted. He was not in the mood to see whatever this “cool thing” was, even if it was her powers. Wait, he just saw her glow again! “And what ah you-”
His mouth dropped open as she actually opened the car door and took her hands off of the steering wheel. “What kind of crazy suicidal move is that?!” he yelled at her, but his words most likely fell on deaf ears.
Hey, she told him to take the wheel. He leaned over and yanked the steering wheel right in an attempt to keep it from drifting into oncoming traffic. The car swerved right sharply. He looked to the left in time to see a glowing orb fall to the ground and send up a spray of snow in an explosion. So that's what her powers did.
Clyde kept his hands on the side of the wheel and glared at the driver. This lady was quite literally driving him crazy. What really irked him was that she was not only risking her own life, but his too. To heck with the explosives; her driving was deadly, and he wasn't going to let things slide anymore! “Do you think being a mutant makes you invincible or something?!” he shouted, his expression filled with fury. “No joke, you're going to kill us both!”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 14, 2013 0:03:24 GMT -6
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For a moment, Clyde wondered if his quiet remark about her being a mutant somehow offended her, but to his disbelief, the woman actually slowed down to a reasonable speed. Good, she was willing to listen to him. He still couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea that she honestly had no idea how to drive. Even those without their licenses still knew about the basics. Maybe she hadn't been in a car all that much? Whatever the reason, she was basically holding him hostage and forcing him to teach her how to drive. It seemed quite odd that she was risking theft and kidnapping charges just to learn how to drive.
If she wanted to know more, fine, he'll tell her more. He just wanted to return home in one piece. “Okay,” he stated, keeping careful watch of the traffic. “Now, as for those double yellow lines on the road, the cah's supposed to stay to the right of those. And watch the road!” Instinctively, he gripped the edges of the seat, bracing himself in case she decided to make a sudden turn or speed change. With her behind the wheel, nothing was too crazy to be possible.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 12, 2013 23:53:00 GMT -6
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True, fun was a matter of opinion. Evidently, this blonde found near-death experiences fun, and failed to realize that normal people didn't. And did she seriously not know what a speed limit sign was? How crazy was she? Clyde didn't want to know.
Unfortunately, she caught him going for the handbrake, which earned him a slap on the wrist. It stung, and he was almost at the point of swearing at her, when he saw her threat: some sort of green glowy thing in her hands. It disappeared to quickly for him to know what exactly that was, but he figured it best not to assume that was merely a light show. “Another mutant...” he said under his breath.
It seemed that her crazy driving had calmed down just a little (just a little), giving him a chance to breathe. Anyways, he had to find a way to make it out of this alive. She refused to stop the car, so that option was out. He'd already gone for the brake, which she demanded that he should never try again. His best bet was to try to tell her how to drive like she'd suggested.
“Fine, I'll tell you how to do this,” Clyde sighed. He pointed to the speedometer. “You see that little arc of numbers?” he asked slowly, like one would normally do when instructing a very young child. “The ones with the letters MPH? The red hand should not go past the number on the white signs.” Slowing the car down itself would make the driving a lot less dangerous. Fingers crossed that she was actually trying to drive correctly.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 12, 2013 0:41:00 GMT -6
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Who on Earth did this girl think she was? First she had stolen the car, then she continued stealing it with him in it, then she started driving recklessly with him in it. Then, to top the cake, she continued driving recklessly with him in the car despite his protests! She seemed so unaware of how dangerous this was. “This isn't fun! This is suicide!” he yelled. “Those cars aren't honking because they're happy! They're honking because yah driving like a complete maniac!” He inched forward into the front, still clinging to the armrest for dear life.
She did offer him the alternative of jumping out of a moving vehicle. Hmm... stay in the car and have a good chance of dying, or jump out and die for sure? He shuddered at her obvious disregard for life. And there she was again, laughing in the face of death. Perhaps this woman was some sort of crazy adrenaline junkie.
“What nuthouse did you come from?” Clyde grumbled as he managed to pull himself into the passenger seat. Hastily, he grabbed the seat belt and buckled himself in. It wasn't really going to help much in the likely event that she did something insane, but at least it would keep him from sliding around so much. Looked like he got there just in time for the swerving turns. Glancing over at the speedometer, he could see that it was at fifty, and still accelerating. If she kept this up, something bad was going to happen! Something needed to be done, and fast. If he couldn't get her to pull over, he was going to stop this car himself. Leaning forwards, he extended his arm towards the handbrake.
