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 11, 2013 17:42:19 GMT -6
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“I know what I'm talking about, so don't call me a brat,” Clyde demanded through clinched teeth. A brat was someone who was annoying because despite their inferiority, they acted superior. He was at least an equal; he wasn't supposed to be inferior! It wasn't fair that he looked a lot younger than he actually was. All he had done was ask what he was doing, and for that, he got treated like, well, a brat. The age shifter did his best to appear unbothered, but inside, he was furious.
Annoyance with the stuck-up so-called artist was the thing keeping him from walking away. Models, props, junk... they were all the same thing. Why did he act like he was better than him? “I can see yo hair's long,” Clyde noted. “So you play with ponies, too?” He had to snicker just a bit at that. There was nothing like using this guy's words against him to try to get him.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 11, 2013 16:31:12 GMT -6
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Suddenly, the carjacker stepped on the gas, accelerating the car backwards and throwing Clyde forwards between the seats. He yelped as the armrest hit him in the stomach. Oh no, they were careening around the parking lot in reverse! Just as he was about to get up, she finally shifted the gears into drive, slamming him backwards into the rear seats. Then, there was a bump, accompanied by the rattles of the aluminum cans. Agh! The car was on the street now! Even worse!
Learning to drive? This wasn't learning! Was she stupid? How she had avoided hitting something so far was one of the universe's greatest mysteries. At this rate, the car was going to crash, and that did not mean a simple fender bender. She was going to get them killed!
The whole time, the crazy lady up front was blissfully unaware of how many near misses she'd had. She even was preoccupied with the side mirrors. Clyde could think of several reasons for why she lacked the mental capacity to drive. One: Of course the mirrors pointed at the wrong things – they'd been adjusted for his brother. Two: Why would she worry about someone siphoning gas from a moving car? Three: SHE NEEDED TO WATCH THE ROAD! Four: If he continued thinking of reasons, the list would never end.
“You have to be kidding me,” Clyde muttered under his breath. He was in a car with a complete idiot behind the wheel. If something bad happened, he would be doomed. She needed to be stopped. Fighting the car's jagged movements, he tried to pull himself into the front again. He gripped the armrest as tightly as he could in an attempt to avoid sliding around the car. “LADY, AH YOU TRYING TO DIE?!” he screamed at her over the honking of the nearby cars. “PULL OVAH RIGHT NOW!!”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 11, 2013 15:01:39 GMT -6
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Ugh... that book he'd picked up from the library wasn't nearly as interesting as he thought it would be. In fact, it was boring enough to be tiresome. Not to mention, Clyde was a bit sleepy from the boredom of waiting. It had been almost ten minutes! Why was his brother taking so long? Tired, Clyde let his eyes close as he drifted off to sleep.
He had only been asleep for only about a minute before a sudden jolt knocked him to the floor. The age shifter tumbled onto several empty soda cans, which made a loud crunching sound under his weight.
“Ow! What was that fo, Bryce!” he grunted out of annoyance. Landing on those cans hurt, and, frankly, that car's floor was pretty disgusting, with all its sticky old cans, empty chip bags, and the like. Jerking the car in reverse was a nasty way of getting someone's attention. This called for an apology. He looked at the person behind the wheel, expecting that it was his brother giving him the rude awakening...
Except Bryce wasn't blond nor a woman. Now that he was looking up at the person in the driver's seat, Clyde realized that this was not his brother, but rather some complete stranger. She must have gotten in thanks to the unlocked doors. And the keys were already there! Crap! Only about a minute of not being awake, and look what happened! Someone was trying to steal the car!
“Hey! Just what do you think you ah doing?” he shouted at the stranger angrily, clambering into the front of the vehicle. He couldn't let something happen to the car, not while he was watching it.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 11, 2013 1:06:46 GMT -6
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It was the last weekend before Clyde's older brother went back to college, and therefore, it was “bonding time.” In reality, it was more like a mandatory activity his mom invented. They were supposed to spend some time together. All they really had done was travel to the outskirts of the city, where it was less crowed. Despite having eaten dinner only an hour earlier, his older brother had somehow gotten hungry already. So there they were, parked at a convenience store.
“I trust you can wait heah while I go in?” his brother teased, standing just outside of the car.
“Yes, Bryce,” Clyde grumbled from the passenger seat, annoyed.
“Hey, easy, little bro. You need to loosen up a bit. Anyways, I'll be back in a few.”
Clyde rolled his eyes as his brother left the car to enter the store. He left the keys in the ignition and didn't even bother locking the door, but that was no big deal. It would be kind of hard to steal a car with someone in it, right?
Several minutes passed, and there were still no signs of his brother. Clyde groaned. What the heck was Bryce doing in there? He should have been back by now. Oh, he'd probably gotten distracted with something in there. Clyde was growing bored from waiting.
That was when remembered that his backpack was still in the back seat. Well, there was a way to pass the time. The age shifter climbed to the back and retrieved a book from the bag. There, he lied across the seats and started reading. With the book, he could definitely wait this out.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 10, 2013 18:54:12 GMT -6
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From Regan's reaction, Clyde realized that he'd probably been hypersensitive to her behavior. She wasn't trying to tease him; a lot of people accidentally acted protective and such, just because of his appearance. “It's not yah fault,” he apologized with a sigh.
They'd reached the forest's edge, and he could see the light from the city. A little ways off, he could see other people walking by. It seemed that Regan did not dare to go further because of that. Instead, she was saying her goodbyes and telling him that he could visit the school sometime.
“I'll keep that in mind,” he said, though he doubted those words. He took a few paces forward, then looked back at her. “Thanks fo leading me out,” he added, before heading towards the city. It was quite late, and he doubted that his absence would go unnoticed at this point.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 9, 2013 18:11:13 GMT -6
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Clyde nodded in agreement as Regan mentioned that the mansion staffers didn't like students causing destruction on purpose. Considering that a lot of destruction would equal a lot of cleaning up, that made sense.
They'd been walking for some time, and according to her, they were getting close. It was quite something that she could tell that just by smell. She also said that he'll have to go on without her past the treeline. Again, with the unneeded concern. Given her behavior, he didn't need to do much guessing as to why. She was probably nervous about walking among large groups of mainly normal people. After all, a large, bipedal cat would stand out in a crowd. If he thought it was hard trying to fit in at a high school, then for people like her, it was nearly impossible to find a place. The fact that she wasn't going to follow further was probably for the better, anyways. His dad would blow a fuse if he heard that he had been around a mutant. It was always so strange how he'd openly reject mutants, yet would refuse to see his own son as one. Maybe it was because he didn't fit the “dangerous mutant” bill.
“I'll be fine on my own,” he reassured her. “Remembah, I'm not actually a kid.”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 9, 2013 16:03:13 GMT -6
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“Is that so?” Clyde said, not exactly as a question, but more like a surprised response. For some reason, it was so easy to picture students his age and younger having fun blowing things up with their powers and whatnot. But from what she said, there wasn't too much chaos except for the occasional accident. Yeah... accidents seemed likely. From what he understood, they seemed to come with being a mutant. He'd accidentally shredded a few pieces of clothing when first learning about his shifting powers. But for him, control came rather easily. According to what he knew, some mutants had so much trouble restraining their abilities that they became dangerous without wanting to, like what just happened when feral form Regan attacked him. Nothing like an accidental murder attempt to make a person afraid regardless of whether he or she was normal or mutant. That thought brought him the chills.
That thought aside, Clyde continued behind the feline mutant. With her guidance, he was making it out of the woods a lot faster than if he were to try to leave himself. “How close ah we to getting out?” he asked.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 8, 2013 17:06:38 GMT -6
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The art was what mattered? Clyde thought it was strange that he was calling him out for not asking about his art, when he was bothered by the initial question. It appeared that this guy didn't even have a good reason to think he was annoying, save maybe for calling him “ma'am.” That seemed to get to him.
“Oh, so you want me to be a critic that asks annoying questions?” he asked sarcastically. “I thought I was saving you the embarrassment of me pointing out that that's just a pile of junk.” He pointed at the mini-mountain on the table as he talked, then crossed his arms and glared back at him. “Sorry about confusing you foh a girl. You just look like one.”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 8, 2013 16:54:48 GMT -6
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Carefully, as to not stumble around in the dark, Clyde trailed behind the other mutant. So, according to her, this “mansion” was indeed Xavier's Sister School, and apparently, she worked there. It might have been interesting to attend a school like that. He'd be able to meet other mutants, and maybe they could even help him with his issue. Though, thanks to that very same issue, he never really fit in. Would it really be that different at a school like that, even if his classmates were mutants, too? Furthermore, on the off chance that they read the papers, his father probably wasn't on their good side, either. Heck, he had the mindset that mutants were menaces to society, and it showed up in his articles. With that in mind, he didn't want to change schools again.
“Guess I've never heard people call it that,” he mused. “Yeah, I don't live theh. So you do? Sounds like it'd get chaotic, with little kids running around with their powahs and such.”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 7, 2013 17:52:30 GMT -6
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Clyde walked closer to Regan, ready to head out of the forest. She was going to let him simply follow. He had to admit that he should be grateful for her help, but he was also relieved that he didn't have to hang on to her tail as if she was holding him by some child leash. Because he looked like a little kid, people tended to be more protective of him than necessary.
“I just need to get to the city. I can find my way back from there,” he stated. “Anyways, what was the mansion place you mentioned?” Why would she ask him if he wanted to go there, wherever there was? It seemed such a random location to ask about. Unless... it had to do with mutants. He didn't know much, but he had heard there was a sort of mutant boarding school in the city. “Ah you talking about – what was it called... Xaviah's Sistah School?” He slowed down when saying the name, unsure whether he got it correct.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 6, 2013 17:53:27 GMT -6
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Regan mentioned that he could hold on to her her tail in order to lead him through the dark woods. For some reason, the idea didn't quite appeal to Clyde. He knew that the intention was to give him some sort of defense in case the feral form decided to show up again, but hanging on to her tail seemed weird and perhaps a bit awkward. He didn't know why, but it did. Besides, something about the idea seemed funny to him, something that told him it wasn't such a good idea, despite her reasoning.
“Um... no. Does grabbing an angry tigah's tail sound like a good idea to you? My brothah once pulled a cat's tail, and it didn't get confused. It got mad and scratched up his ahm,” he said, throwing in the old memory to reenforce his point. Maybe since she was a feline mutant, she knew more about the matter than he did, but in his experience, it seemed like doing that to her feral form could get him killed. Hmm... he was still going to need her help to get out of there, though. “How about I just follow you? I can see well enough to do that.”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 5, 2013 22:46:44 GMT -6
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Clyde watched as the other teen stepped down off of the table and stood in front of him to look down on him. So he was trying to look taller when he was already almost two feet taller than him? Or was this another ploy to assert his so-called dominance? Being shorter than most kids his age never sat well with him, and it seemed as though this guy was attacking that. Well, he probably didn't know, but that didn't make it any less infuriating. Why did he get himself into this argument? Honestly, it was a bit stupid, but he didn't want to back down and let this guy bask in victory.
Clyde relaxed his pose slightly. “Hey, it's not like I've actually said anything about your ahtwork itself,” he pointed out, attempting to keep a calm tone. However, the remark about him being annoying bothered him. He narrowed his eyes at the artist guy. “What about me is so annoying anyways?”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 5, 2013 22:27:38 GMT -6
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Clyde listened as Regan actually suggested that his powers could be useful. “Maybe,” he said, his tone lacking sincerity. Sure, maybe age shifting did have some uses, but to him, it hardly made up for looking like a child. Then again, having some feral form that was beyond your own control sounded pretty bad, too. Looking back at her, he noticed that she still was facing away from him. Oh, right. “By the way, it's okay to look now,” he told her.
Clearly, Regan was concerned about him. She was asking if he had a flashlight and offering to lead him out and even saying there was a way for her to do it so that she would be vulnerable to him. Wait... huh? A way for her to lead him out that would leave her vulnerable to him? That sounded strange. Yes, he was still worried about this “feral form,” but leaving herself vulnerable to him sounded unnecessary. He wasn't even sure what she meant by that.
“Nah, I've got a flashlight,” he told her, removing one from the bag.
He flipped the switch to turn it on. Nothing. He clicked it back and forth a few times. Still nothing. The batteries must have died... and he didn't bring spares. He frowned at this oversight. That was brilliant. Clyde didn't particularly want to receive help, but he wasn't going to be able to see well, and she said she could.
“What exactly was this idea of yours?” he asked, looking up at her.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 4, 2013 13:14:21 GMT -6
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So, apparently this guy was doing this all for the sake of art. Strange. Clyde might have been satisfied with that answer, but something else was bugging him now. What annoyed him was the fact that the artist guy wasn't looking at him as an equal. Instead, he seemed to be looking down on him, viewing him as a pesky little kid. This was exactly why Clyde didn't normally socialize with people. Did he STILL think that he didn't belong there? Or was it the fact that they were arguing? Okay, maybe he'd gone a little far with the insult, but there was no turning back now.
“What do you mean I'm causing a scene?” he asked, straightening up to look taller. “Besides, I thought artists liked it when people asked them questions.”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 4, 2013 13:13:21 GMT -6
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Oddly enough, the fact that he was a mutant seemed to surprise her. He thought that she had seen him shrink, though perhaps she was in too much shock to remember. It was barely audible, but as he thought of how to word his answer, he was able to hear her express her wishes of looking normal. He could imagine that mutants like her would have a hard time not being able to walk on the streets unnoticed. Yet, there was no mistake that she was somewhere in her late teens or early twenties. Unlike himself, it was easily socially acceptable for her to hang out with people her age and date. Honestly, he would have been willing to choose a slightly abnormal appearance over what he had.
“I can change my age,” he answered. “But only for about three hours. Then, it has to go back. It's pretty annoying, really.” He tried to sound nonchalant about it. Sounding like a whiner, especially in front of another mutant, would not be a good thing.
He listened as she apologized for picking him up. Of course, she probably had no clue that he was older than he looked when she did that, but he appreciated the decency. Though, it was apparent she was trying too hard to be kind. There she was, eager to make things up. That was understandable, but it wasn't like he could think of anything that would set things right. What he really needed was time to recover from that experience.
“How about letting me get back home?” he asked. “They're probably wondahring wheh I am by now.”
