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 29, 2013 20:41:16 GMT -6
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Clyde's eyes rolled as he listened to Joy's rant. Agreed, giant acid-spitting worm monsters that tunneled beneath cities were plain old preposterous. But this was a simulation, not real life. At the moment, the fantastical creature was very real.
"$#!^!" he yelped when Joy yanked him by the arm, forcing him to run as fast as her. Oww oww oww the foot! His frickin' injured (and possibly in need of stitches) foot! Every step he took triggered a stinging pain. Grr, it was her fault he was barefoot in the first place because she stole his shoes!
Yet, pain or no pain, he had to run. As he ran with her, he did his best to ignore the pain, as well as her accusations. Unfortunately, the creature was still on their six o'clock. Help had better be coming soon.
If they got out of this alive, Joy Rider was going to be in so much trouble.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 29, 2013 18:40:18 GMT -6
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Using a mutation to cause seizures? “He was doing that?” Clyde gasped in disbelief. That was pretty serious stuff! “I guess if that's what you had to do to get him to stop, then he kind of had it coming...”
Even then, knocking someone hard on the head still sounded like a pretty extreme measure. Usually, students were supposed to find an adult in those sort of situations.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 29, 2013 17:59:28 GMT -6
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“They might like to know about you, yeah, just so they know that the person who's been coming onto the grounds at odd hours is just visiting friends,” Clyde responded. To be polite, he purposely refrained from bringing up the obvious monsteresque appearance Sylar had that could add quite a bit to the scare factor. There was no need to point out the obvious.
As they were walking around inside, Clyde couldn't help but hear Sylar dehumanizing himself because of his appearance. He kept expressing that he wasn't completely human, and honestly, it was sad to listen to. “Tell me, do you think I'm seven yeahs old just because I look it? You don't have to be what you look like,” he stated. Successful or not, Clyde's attempts to be perceived as a teen at least showed he hadn't given up. He didn't know what Sylar was thinking, but it sounded like he had.
“So that's what the Sanctuary is...” Clyde mused. Sounds like another Mansion. Sylar's body language was hard for him to read, but the nervous glances were unmistakable. “You fine with heading to the kitchen?” Clyde asked. “I'm guessing it's been a while since you've had a meal out of one.”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 28, 2013 22:29:07 GMT -6
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Clyde heaved another sigh as he listened to what the teen had to say. This guy still didn't understand why he was upset? He didn't want to directly say his reason for being upset, but if he had to, he had to.
“Dammit, I feel bad. Helping push you to try to kill yoself doesn't make me happy. I doubt you deserve to die.” It was blunt, but sincere. Even while speaking that, Clyde felt his eyes become watery. $#!^, was he going to cry? No, NO. He had to keep things together. Freakin' tears never did anything but make him weak. “And yeah, it's cliché.” The guy was right; those were all stupid overused phrases, and their fights were also stupid. Finding things to say to him that weren't dumb was no easy task.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 28, 2013 21:33:03 GMT -6
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Joy's previous reckless antics may have irritated Clyde, but he was glad to see that she at least had the sense to spray the monster as he'd intended. To his surprise, the monster was backing off in the face of the hose's stream, which was more than he'd hoped for. “Wow, I guess it didn't like that,” he said in disbelief.
He must have spoken too soon, because right after he said that, he felt the ground shake. Limping forward a few steps, he tried to look for the monster. He still didn't see the creature, but he had a guess about what it was doing. Warily, he looked down at the floor. “I think it might be tunneling beneath us... $#!^... Let's get out of heah!”
He started to stagger towards the entrance as fast as he could, making sure to avoid stepping in the acidic puddle. Crap crap crap the monster was probably seething with fury!
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 21, 2013 22:24:18 GMT -6
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Why would someone want the monsters to be able to kill for real? Clyde's thoughts exactly. “Look, I'm not the one who designed this, okay?” Seriously, whoever did should have put in an emergency shutoff switch or something of the like. If there was something like that, he was not seeing it.
To Clyde's annoyance, Joy still didn't seem to understand that he was as clueless as she was about the room. “I don't know. Maybe if it 'simulated' a gun shop oh something,” he grumbled. Amid the chaos, he hobbled over to the one thing in the back he saw that could be remotely useful.
He smashed the glass pane in the wall and started pulling the hose out. “Catch!” he called over to her, tossing the nozzle in her direction. His fingers were on the water valve, ready to flip it on. He sure as hell hoped they could stall that creature until help arrived.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 21, 2013 0:35:06 GMT -6
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Clyde's eyes went wide as the spit burned through Joy's sleeve. It was real indeed. He dropped all of the shoes as Joy started pulling him out of the street. While running along with her, he felt a sharp pain as a piece of rubble cut into his unprotected foot. He continued with a limp into a building to escape from the monster. Temporarily.
Things were looking bad. The creature was right on their tails, preparing to strike again. There was a large red stain on his sock, and his foot hurt like hell.
“I told you, I've nevah been in heah! I don't know how this works!” He carefully enunciated each word as he shouted, in case it wasn't clear enough for her. He didn't see an off switch, and the room didn't seem to be responding to his commands. Think Clyde, think, he thought to himself, staggering towards the back of the shop. “Maybe we're supposed to stop that thing, but, heck, I don't know if that will end this oh bump it up to Level Two.”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 20, 2013 23:53:18 GMT -6
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Clyde nodded; “mutie” made some people particularly upset. Being a person who neither looked abnormal nor used his powers publicly, Clyde never heard the word directed at him. However, there were people with a hatred for that term hundreds of times stronger than his, so it was generally a good idea not to use it to refer to others.
With some effort, he pulled the front door open. “The person behind the desk asked me about my mutation when I checked in. They probably keep track of everyone's so they know what they should do if theah's some sort of crisis. A precaution, basically,” Clyde responded with a shrug. He disagreed with the “new species” remark, though. It seemed too many normal people didn't want to consider mutant humans, and too many mutants were eager to separate themselves from humanity. “We're all still humans,” he stated. That summarized Clyde's point of view on the subject.
As for this other place Sylar mentioned, Clyde didn't know much about it. “Sanctuary? Don't think I've heard much about it. It's not impossible that this place has affiliates, though.” Even if it wasn't the same owner, the places were likely united in their cause.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 20, 2013 21:50:40 GMT -6
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Clyde was a little surprised that the guy didn't take the opportunity to call him “brat” that very moment. Still, he was puzzled by his words. “I-I don't make sense? I... don't know what to say.” He was trying to be clear, but the feelings of raw guilt made it hard for him to organize his thoughts.
He tried to think back about what made him hate the teen in the first place. If he wasn't mistaking, it was because the teen thought he was supposed to be in a daycare. Things might have turned out better if he'd simply informed him that he was a mutant, rather than blowing up at him. Damn, it was painfully obvious to him now.
“I think I remembah why I fought with you, but it seems so stupid now,” Clyde sighed, nervously playing with the hem of his jacket.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 19, 2013 23:08:34 GMT -6
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Was Clyde scared? Well, it was kind of idiotic not to be. He was trapped in a simulation that might be capable of killing him. His fears worsened when he saw the creature spit something green onto a building. That substance ate through the metal with ease. So this was acid saliva? Crap.
“Beats me, I've nevah been in heah befoh!” Just to test, Clyde reached out to touch a simulated streetlamp. His hand met cold, solid metal. “But this... feels real.” If the lamp was tangible, that probably meant the monster and its corrosive spit were as well. That would mean the simulation was potentially lethal.
Desperate, Clyde looked up and tried to call out, “Deactivate? Stop? Shut down?” Evelyn turned it on by speaking, so there had to be some phrase that would turn it off. But would the Danger Room even listen to him?
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 19, 2013 0:42:51 GMT -6
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Brilliant. The Danger Room was making so much noise that he could no longer hear Evelyn from outside, and Joy Rider seemed thrilled about being in the simulation. Clyde lingered near where the exit was, in case it opened up. He sure hoped Evelyn was busy trying to fix this.
He heard Joy trying to ask him about the simulation, but he didn't know any more than her. “It's Clyde, not pipsqueak,” he corrected her. He turned to face her... and a strange creature that was slithering along the street.
“The thing said it's a training simulation,” Clyde stated, a note of uneasiness in his voice. “Flight simulations don't kill people. This shouldn't eithah...”
Or not. The monster looked too real to be harmless. This was probably designed for people with combative powers. Joy's explosives might be useful, but his age shifting definitely wasn't. Slowly, Clyde backed away from the creature.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 18, 2013 23:11:23 GMT -6
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To Clyde, the other teen appeared confused. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't trying to pick a fight. As for why was he trying to be nice, Clyde simply felt bad. However, saying something along the lines of “oh hey, I'm just saying sorry because I want to feel better about myself” just didn't seem right.
“I d-don't know.” Really, he didn't know how to respond to that. Common sense stated that he should try to say something. “I... honestly didn't like fighting with you. I don't think you did, eithah,” Clyde admitted. He sighed. “You can call me a brat all you want. Truce?” He extended his hand out to the other teen.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 18, 2013 21:20:59 GMT -6
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He heard the door shut behind him. He tried pushing it, but it wouldn't budge. Great, he was locked in the same room as Joy. Additionally, Evelyn was scolding them both. “Evelyn, she stole my shoes!” he called through the door. If joyride lady hadn't stolen from him, he wouldn't be in there.
He turned back to Joy, only to see one of his shoes flying right at him. “Ow!” Face shot. Not cool.
Distracted, he didn't catch what Joy and Evelyn said to each other. What he did hear was some automated voice informing them it was about to start a training sequence.
Joy threw the remaining shoes at him, which he caught. At the same time, there was a strange noise as the empty room came to life. Buildings were materializing out of nowhere. Never in his life had Clyde seen tech like this. Did training sessions mean fighting something the Danger Room created? Clyde sure hoped not, but he guessed they did. Unlike some other mutants, he didn't have a power that was good for fighting. Heck, he wasn't even athletic. Nothing was attacking him yet, but this was not good.
“Quick, wheah's the off switch?!” he shouted over the noise. He glanced all over the still-changing room but didn't see anything resembling one. This was bad. Very bad.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 18, 2013 18:31:06 GMT -6
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Yes, there could be an invisible mutant lurking in the room, but no, Clyde wasn't talking to one. The other teen was acting like he wasn't talking to him, and Clyde didn't know why. He was freaking out about being a likely factor in the guy's suicide attempt and nothing else.
“Stop messing around like that. I am trying to tell you that I didn't want you to kill yoself,” Clyde growled, frustrated. There wasn't anything he could do to apologize if this guy continued acting that way.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Dec 18, 2013 17:49:15 GMT -6
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Clyde was furious. After leaving his room unattended, door open, for only a couple of minutes, his shoes were gone – both the small and the large pair. Those were the only shoes he had, and he needed both pairs. Whoever decided to pull that prank had better turn them over, and fast. It shouldn't have been that long; they couldn't have gone that far. A quick search of the area located the culprit, stolen shoes still in hand.
The person holding them?
It was that crazy lady from the convenience store that Clyde only knew as “Joy Rider.”
“You?! Get back heah with those!” Clyde yelled as she took off running. He ran in pursuit of her. The psycho lady may have gotten away with taking his brother's car for a joyride and essentially kidnapping him, but he wasn't going to let her off for this.
A stairway and several remarks shouted at Joy later, he had chased her to the ground level. At the end of the hallway was Evelyn, leaving the Danger Room. Clyde would have called out to Evelyn for help, but Joy had already pushed past her. He too bolted past her, straight into the normally off-limits room. Strangely, even though he'd heard it was used for training, the room was vacant. But, at the moment, that wasn't important.
