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 Dec 26, 2014 1:38:48 GMT -6
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So this teen could use dead leaves and the like to make bugs? Come to think of it, Clyde was looking at what were basically insect zombies. He almost shuddered at the thought. Yet, this guy appeared perfectly comfortable around them. How people were able to use a mutation like that so casually eluded him.
“What about you kiddo? You live in the mansion right?”
His eye twitched at the mention of “kiddo.” Clyde had to remind himself that it wasn't the teen's fault for not knowing. Getting angry would just be immature.
“Yeah, I do,” he responded. “I age shift. I'm oldah than I look.” He hoped the teen wasn't the rude type.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 24, 2014 0:40:09 GMT -6
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Okay, looked like plan “Calm Down the Scared Girl” got the go-ahead. Phase 1 was obvious – they needed to get to the girl. And in order to do that in the zero gravity environment, they needed something strong and set in place. There were the bookshelves, but using those to start and stop already proved to be a bad idea. After looking over the vicinity, his eyes fell on the railings several feet away. Perfect. He used his hands to push himself along the floor towards them. Like planned, he anchored himself on one of the rails.
He blinked when he heard the girl's question. Did he hear that right? “Um... This is a mutant school,” he replied, confused. “Almost anyone who hangs around heah is a mutant. Ah you feeling okay?” He didn't think she had hit her head, but he was pretty distracted then...
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Nov 23, 2014 2:10:12 GMT -6
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Now he had the teen's attention. “Nothing much,” Clyde replied, walking closer. “I was reading when I heard all of those.” He pointed to the locusts, which were now flying in a disorganized fashion. “It wasn't hard finding the source.”
Maybe he wasn't being as subtle as he had hoped. Oh well.
“Anyways, I saw you making them out of dead leaves. Just what is yo mutation?” Clyde asked calmly. The truth was, what he observed earlier did make him a little curious. And nervous, too. The last time he had met a mutant who controlled animals, said animals were not very well controlled. How was that for irony?
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Nov 17, 2014 21:38:06 GMT -6
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The law of momentum conservation dictated that the total momentum of two objects before a collision would equal the total momentum of the objects after the collision. With the gravity absent and nothing holding the shelf in place, it proved even someone his size, along with someone else, could tip it over. Clyde's stomach lurched and he quickly let go of both the shelf and the girl. He could only breathe once the girl pushed it in the opposite direction, leaving it to tip slowly into empty floor space.
“I'm not going to lie. That was kind of scary,” he stated. Good thing it was an end shelf. Bookshelf dominoes would not have been good.
“I guess we better decide soon.”
“Yeah. We could try to calm her down? She might not be the one doing this, but the last thing we need is a second powah going crazy.” Not that he really had much of a plan; Clyde simply wasn't great with the “calming down” aspect.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Nov 15, 2014 17:34:44 GMT -6
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The locusts were forming themselves into shapes right before Clyde's eyes. What he was seeing was evidently some form of practice. This was a mutant school, after all. He had to wonder about the nature of the teen's power. Insect creation and control was his guess.
The teen either hadn't noticed him, or he chose to not acknowledge his presence. But what was Clyde going to do? Pester him for being loud, even though he was practicing outside? Yeah, since the teen had as much of a right to practice there as he had to read there, it wouldn't be right doing that. At that point, Clyde really didn't want to pick another fight.
Instead, Clyde clapped a few times, a more polite attempt at catching the teen's attention. While doing so, he kept the book tucked beneath his arm, as if to drop a hint.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Nov 14, 2014 23:48:45 GMT -6
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That morning, Clyde sat at the base of a tree, reading the book he'd borrowed from the library. It had been a hassle getting that book. That boy had to wonder why a “fellow elementary school kid” was interested in “boring old philosophy,” and he had to try to introduce him to the more “age-appropriate” Captain Briefs. It took a long time to escape from that kid. At least outside, it was nice and quiet.
Buzz.
Clyde sighed. Maybe not.
Buuuuzzzzz.
He held the book closer to his face. His eyes narrowed as the sound got even louder.
BUUUuuuuuuuzzzzzzz.
The book dropped into his lap. Dang it. It was getting hard to read! Muttering under his breath, he stood up and walked towards the noise.
The source? A teen with his swarm of locusts. Gross.
Clyde blinked, then stared.
The locusts seemed to be coming from a pile of mucky leaves. Even more gross.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Oct 23, 2014 1:09:08 GMT -6
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“As I said, who knows when this thing will be turned off,” Clyde said with a shrug.
Clyde motioned to a girl floating on the far end of the room who was desperately clawing at the air. “Maybe it's the panickah, but it's impossible to tell.” Losing control of one's power was a good reason to freak out, but so was being caught in a zero gravity field. Plus, not every power had glowing eyes or auras that came with its use.
Figuring out who was responsible was not his job, anyways. His real priority was getting to the ground and possibly out of the field. So when the girl pushed herself towards him, he grabbed a hold of her outstretched hand. As they both drifted across the room, Clyde reached out for a bookcase with his free hand, hoping to come to a stop.
Except that bookcase was not bolted to the ground.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Sept 29, 2014 17:14:36 GMT -6
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“I just wanted my shoes back from her. I know I wasn't supposed to be in heah, but Evelyn was so I didn't think it would actually turn on. Honest,” Clyde admitted to the mutant who'd rescued them. He didn't appreciate the scrutiny, but running into a place that was restricted for a reason did look very, very bad.
As for the joyride lady, he was a lot more irritated with her at that moment. “You. Neahly. Got. Me. Killed,” he growled. Somehow, she didn't seem to comprehend why he found the incident nerve-raking, which, as he was figuring out, was par for her.
The stabbing pain Clyde felt when he shifted his weight to his other foot reminded him of his injury. Wincing as he lifted it up, he could see that his right foot was still bleeding. “Can I get this patched up befoh I have to fill out a report or something?”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Sept 28, 2014 21:49:28 GMT -6
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“Don't call me a baby, you jackass!” Clyde yelled. “And I don't plan on staying! I sure as HELL don't want to shah a room with a criminal, which YOU AH, and I'M NOT. As I said, it's mutants like you who make the rest of us look like garbage!” Clyde knew it all too well. It was actions like Birdbrain's thievery that his father loved to take note of and exploit in his articles. And he didn't want to be thinking about that guy, either. He had to get out of there before things got worse.
Heading to the exit with his belongings, Clyde glared at the winged mutant one last time. “By the way, don't EVER talk to me again.” He put up his middle finger before slamming the door behind him. Out in the hallway, he balled up his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.
Frickin' Carrick stupid Birdbrain idiot on wings wouldn't listen threw trash called him baby called him idiot and basically did everything to make him so angry! All he'd tried to do was get Birdbrain to listen to him, and this was how he was treated?! Clyde hate, hate, HATED THAT GUY!!!
Mentally exhausted, Clyde slumped against one of the walls. A few tears welled up, which were promptly wiped away with his sleeve. Stupid Birdbrain. Apparently, it didn't matter that this was a mutant school. In the end, there was always a person like Birdbrain who would cruelly taunt him, and that was something he would never be able to escape.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Sept 28, 2014 21:26:15 GMT -6
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Clyde may not have been having fun, but the grin of the girl nearby seemed to indicate that she was enjoying it! Okay, there were times in Clyde's life when floating around like an astronaut sounded appealing, but doing so at the mercy of a person who was likely a child or teenager who may have been having power control issues? Not so much. Since the girl was offering help, he was going to take it.
“Yeah, I'd like to get back to the floor,” he replied. “Who knows when this thing will be turned off. I'm not even sure who's doing this.”
As he said that, his eyes did a quick scan of the library, but he had no luck picking out the individual responsible. Floating around at heights of several feet was a little unnerving for one who didn't have flight, invulnerability, nor any other power that would negate the effects of a fall.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Aug 31, 2014 22:29:58 GMT -6
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Mansion Living Tip #6: Expect weird things to happen at any time.
But honestly, there was no way of preparing oneself for the weird.
One second, Clyde was returning a book he'd borrowed. The next, said book floated upwards as soon as he reached to put it back on the shelf and his feet left the floor. Before he knew it, he had already drifted several feet up. Books, pens, papers, even other people were suspended midair.
Yep, this was yet another of the Mansion's strange occurrences. This time, one of the students had managed to envelop the entire library in a zero gravity field in a fit of power mismanagement.
There wasn't anything close enough to push off of, so Clyde flailed around, trying to direct himself back to the floor. It didn't work. Well, this was just brilliant. He crossed his arms and huffed.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Aug 14, 2014 21:33:08 GMT -6
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To Clyde's dismay, the man still wanted answers. He heaved a sigh before speaking. “Just look at it. It's mutant hate.”
The majority of the article was spent listing instances in which a mutant used his or her powers criminally, and it was written as if all mutants were thieves and murderers. Clyde strongly disliked the stereotype enough as it was. The source was what made it worse. He'd always tried to follow the rules and get others to do the same. But in the end, that didn't seem to matter.
Slowly, he lowered himself to the floor and pulled his legs to his chest. “It isn't fair. I can't change what I am.”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jun 24, 2014 22:08:33 GMT -6
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Planned session? Nope, nope, nope. There was no way he was going to go through a Danger Room session again. At least the incident was not his fault, so he had a good chance of avoiding the punishment. Clyde opened his mouth to speak, but the joyride lady beat him to it. Though, surprisingly, what she said wasn't completely inaccurate.
“Yeah, Evelyn was coming out when we came in,” he explained to the male mutant. He then shot a glare a the joyride lady. “SOMEONE stole my shoes, so I was trying to get them back. That's why I chased her in heah. Then Evelyn accidentally switched this thing on from outside, and you know the rest. Why isn't there an emergency off switch?”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jun 16, 2014 22:25:27 GMT -6
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Clyde paused. A shape-changing sister? Was the object shifter he accidentally threw in the washer that sister? Shaking his head, he reached into his bag and tossed a couple of shirts in. Nah, it couldn't be. The dragon person and the lady looked nothing alike. Besides, “shape-changing” was a broad term that could refer to quite a few mutations, his own included.
While Clyde was not a chatty person, the dragon mutant was still hanging around as if he or she wanted to continue what he'd intended to keeps as a brief exchange of words.
“I see. Let's just say I've been a little paranoid about objects left lying around. Sometimes, they turn out to be people...”
