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 Jun 2, 2014 0:05:37 GMT -6
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Clyde breathed a sigh of relief when a third mutant showed up. Soon, rubble monsters appeared to protect them. Rubble monsters. Yet another mutation Clyde would have preferred.
Anyways, it was no surprise that the man was upset with them for being in the restricted room. Sadly, before Clyde got the chance to tell him the real story, Joy, the (wo)man-child she was, pointed the finger at him. She couldn't be serious.
“Really?!” Clyde shouted over the ruckus. “Pinning the blame on me?! That's real mature! Like I said, this is the first time I've been-”
There was a loud screech from the creature. Right, that was still there. Okay, maybe he should stay quiet and let the guy with the rubble monsters deal with it so no one got killed.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 31, 2014 2:34:34 GMT -6
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Clyde's cheeks flushed a tinge of red when he heard the voice behind him. The owner? A tough-looking dragon person. He blinked. Yep, a dragon person. It was funny how mutations like that didn't shock him so much anymore. Xavier's Sister School seemed to have that effect on its residents.
“Oh. Heah.” He held it up for the other mutant to take.
They now probably thought he was a looney. Or likelier, a kid playing make-believe. Clyde was going to make sure he didn't get labeled either.
“I'll have you know I wasn't playing around. You wouldn't believe what happened to me in heah once,” he tried to explain while starting to load the washer.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on May 19, 2014 23:15:53 GMT -6
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Clyde was running short on clean clothes. Heck, even Bryce's old outfit needed a wash. So began the same old routine: throw everything in a bag and take it to the laundry room.
It was soon after he'd set up shop next to the washing machine when he spotted a lone sock on the floor.
His first thought was to toss it in with his laundry. The next was of how the last time he'd picked up a random clothing article, it had turned out to be a person. Honestly, Clyde doubted even she was dumb enough to pose as a T-shirt in a public place again.
But just in case...
“I am going to throw you in the washah,” he said flatly, eying the sock he was holding with mock suspicion. “If you object, let me know now.”
I'm not 100% sure about the first question. I think the mods prefer full applications. When you send in your application, the mods will work with you on your character's power if necessary. There are only a few powers, listed in the the rules, that they would downright reject.
As for the second question, I know most characters start out factionless and work their way up in character to a position on one (or more) of the factions. There are also quite a few characters that aren't part of a faction, so joining a faction is not required at all.
As for your last question, gay characters are welcome, no problem at all!
I'll also point your to the New Members tab near the top that has a list of useful guides. It'll help you get started.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Apr 26, 2014 23:10:45 GMT -6
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So the paper wasn't his. That was a bit of a relief. But, his obviously upset behavior still did warrant some sort of explanation. The thing was, Clyde didn't enjoy being pried into. His issues were his and his alone, so he didn't need any other party knowing about them. It was only natural that he didn't want to talk about such a personal thing, but it looked like the man was concerned enough about him to want that explanation.
“I don't really want to take about this, but fine,” he sighed. Reluctantly, he held out the wad of paper for him to take. “No one heah would want to read this.”
That wasn't everything, but it was something. Maybe he could escape without having to tell all.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Apr 7, 2014 22:17:11 GMT -6
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Standing at the hearth, Clyde squeezed the scrap of paper a few more times just for good measure. But someone stopped him before he had the chance to burn the load of GARBAGE. And, of course, he was wondering if something was wrong.
“Obviously!” Clyde snapped.
He soon regretted it. This guy was someone Clyde didn't know. As far as he could tell, he was not even angry about the paper, just concerned. Perhaps he needed to do something about his temper issue. He tried taking a few deep breaths to calm himself before looking up to face the guy.
“Sorry, just doing everyone heah a favoh,” he grumbled. “It wasn't yos, was it?”
Likely, he was in hot water for tearing something up that didn't belong to him.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Mar 27, 2014 23:41:48 GMT -6
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I noticed Kiva and Paige's conversation regarding the washing machine incident (It was very funny, by the way). Interested in her hearing Clyde's side of the story?
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Mar 23, 2014 23:50:32 GMT -6
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Clyde realized something when he picked up the newspaper left on the coffee table. The date on the paper was March 23, 2014. The day he showed up on the Mansion's doorstep was the eighth of May of the year before. That meant approximately ten and a half months, close to a year, had passed since he ran away from his family.
A pang of emotion hit Clyde. Part of him wanted to call to let his mom and Bryce know that he was all right. They deserved to know. But, the other half was a different story. He still did not know if he was ready to face his father. It was something he did not want to think about.
Trying to push those thoughts aside, Clyde sat down and flipped through the pages. News, news, random news. It was all the same. None of the articles really caught Clyde's attention. That is, until he saw one of the headings.
The Threat Mutants Pose by Amos Lambert. Speak of the devil.
Reading the article sickened Clyde, but he could not take his eyes off it. He gripped the edges of the pages so tight that they tore. He could feel his blood reach its boiling point.
His dad had not changed one bit.
Angry, Clyde ripped out the page. His hands mashed the article into as tiny of a ball as they could. He was prepared to cast it exactly where it belonged: the fireplace.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Mar 22, 2014 1:06:24 GMT -6
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Carrick's antics? Not. Amusing. At all. They were immature, rude, and demeaning. Clyde didn't want to see nor hear anymore of it.
Oddly, Clyde had been told he could stay with no charge. Perhaps Birdbrain was lying. It wouldn't be the first time. If he really was paying, it was with stolen money, no doubt. Clyde somehow doubted that Birdbrain took his education seriously anyway.
“It'd be blackmail if I didn't tell the staff. I'll tell them as soon as I get the chance. And I told you I didn't take the money, idiot. Ugh, you ah way too stupid to reason with.”
Clyde would have loved to be the one to put Birdbrain in his place. Sadly, it looked like he would have to get the staff to do that for him. If all else failed, he would have to wait for some bolt of lightning to come along and fry Birdbrain instead. That would be fun to watch.
He could picture it: Birdbrain being dumb enough to recreate Benjamin Franklin's kite and key experiment with disastrous results. A very entertaining mental image indeed. Clyde gave a slight grin as he killed seriously injured Birdbrain in his imagination again and again.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Mar 15, 2014 22:17:25 GMT -6
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Carrick was just like the school bullies. School bullies laughed at him for being small and weak. When he tried to fight back, they would laugh at him more. It was like people enjoyed watching him flail. He couldn't win.
“Don't let him get to me don't let him get to me don't let him get to you...” Clyde thought to himself over and over again. Carrick was just another bully, another idiot, another jerk. The world had tons of them. Clyde had to be better than him.
Slowly, he released the lamp from his hold and took a step away from it. Like it or not, he was responsible for his emotions. Beating the living daylights out of Carrick would mean huge trouble for him.
“You know, you ah a terrible human being,” he spoke. “You think stealing from that guy was fun. Sure, you tried to rationalize it, saying it was fine because he had a lot of cash. But this place gives you food and a place to stay. You wouldn't have been suffering without the money you stole. I could just tell the staff about what you did. I'm sure they don't want someone like you heah.”
Telling the staff about Carrick's hobby... Now that was something Clyde wanted to do. Seeing karma catch up to Birdbrain would be a nice change.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Mar 15, 2014 1:54:18 GMT -6
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Kaitlyn tried to respond, but Clyde never had the chance to hear her finish. As soon as that other girl showed up, she was out of there. So, she was bailing on some Danger Room thing. That would explain why she resisted so much when he tried to take her to the DocProf.
All she said was that there was something he could do with his power. The age shifter pondered it a moment, but only a moment. It probably was something stupid, like wearing a ridiculous kid-sized Halloween costume or playing in the local fast food joint's pool of vile and hazardous filth that was also known as the ball pit. Nope, he couldn't think of anything cool he could do with his mutation.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Mar 15, 2014 1:11:13 GMT -6
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The teen calling him out for swearing while swearing himself looked like the real idiot. Clyde hated that smirk. He could yell at Carrick all he wanted, but that smirk would still be there, taunting him.
The now positively enraged teen took a few steps to the side to position himself next to a floor lamp. His fingers tightened around it's metal pole, ready to lift it. His teenaged body was strong enough to carry that out. Yeah, pick it up and beat the jerk senseless with it.
And get into trouble on his first day at the Mansion.
No, it wasn't worth it. Carrick was just another idiot. If Clyde let himself be pushed into smacking that stupid expression of his face, he'd lose. Clyde Lambert did not want to lose to an idiot. He'd rather see the idiot humiliate himself with a loss. Instead, Clyde recalled the one thing he said to make the jerk snap.
“Yo mothah did a horrible job at raising you. I bet she's even worse of than you. In fact, if yo grandmothah is in a grave, I'm sure she's rolling in it right now, ashamed of how much her daughter screwed you up. And if she's still alive, poor her. She has to watch it all happen. What was you mother paying attention to instead of you, anyways? Booze? Drugs? Men?”
The whole time, Clyde shook his head in mock pity. He was almost daring Carrick to jump him, just so he could have an excuse to smack him with the long, metallic object he still had a hold of.
