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 Alice Tyler on Nov 18, 2012 1:52:05 GMT -6
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"It's not too warm in here for you, is it?"
Warm? Alice blinked, unsure of what he meant. "I don't think so?" she tentatively replied, finishing the outline of his face and hair. She was growing frustrated with her lines, which were too thick and dark. Subsequently, they were a pain to erase when she made mistakes, of which she made plenty, or at least she thought she did.
She was pleased, however, when she noticed Mr. Holloway smile goodnaturedly at her joke. Success! He maintained the smile as she drew his eyes (the trickiest part), marveling at their unique gray hue, and faintly connected his eyebrows to his nose bridge, trying to create shadows. It ended up looking like he had a bruise on one side of his nose. One of his eyes was also markedly larger than the other. She sighed.
"You're doing a pretty good job, hun."[/i]
The teenager knew her teacher was probably complimenting her for the sake of pity or kindness, but she couldn't help but inflate a little at his words. It at least made her feel a tad better about her questionable proportions and failure to create realistic-looking hair. And the drawing wasn't the point of the project anyway.
Eventually, Alice added the final touches to the sketch and turned to Mr. Holloway, ready to embark on the next step of the assignment. "Ah...it doesn't really look like you..." she realized, lips curled in disappointment. "Well, I guess if I...tilt my head and squint a little," she said, doing so, "it kind of looks like you." She gave a slight grin, trying to draw attention away from her abysmal attempt.
"It's time to color in patterns now, right?" she asked, getting up to gather the necessary materials despite having no idea where they were.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 17, 2012 21:13:19 GMT -6
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I'd be up for a thread.
Alice is a mansion student who is new to the city. I don't really have a specific plot idea (I'm pretty bad at making those), but we could always just have them bump into each other. She's young and impressionable, if Lennox wanted to take advantage of that. >.>
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 14, 2012 20:39:00 GMT -6
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"Sweetheart, relax that smile a bit. Think of a funny joke or smile like someone complimented you."[/color]
Oh…right. Alice tried to shift her expression into one a little more natural, realizing how plastic her smile probably looked. She did a lot of laughing and smiling in her daily life, but it was never something she could do on cue. Hm… She wrinkled her brow as she searched her memory for something that fit the criteria. She settled for the image of a puppy, which was neither funny nor complimentary, but made her smile nonetheless. D’aww.
She caught Mr. Holloway’s mistake, but did not realize why he had made it…fortunately.
"That's definitely interesting. Putting poison in a sweet kid like you is like finding a buttercup that breathes fire."
The girl cocked her head in confusion, unsure of what to make of the figure of speech, if indeed it was a figure of speech. Of course, she had caught the part where he called her sweet…blush, and if she remembered correctly, a buttercup was a flower? (She knew it was the name of a Power Puff Girl, but she doubted her art teacher would be referencing that.) So…was he complimenting her? Her sanguine cheeks grew even pinker.
“Um…thanks.” She coughed and resumed staring at the nearly finished drawing.
Alice lightly swung her legs as she listened to Mr. Holloway explain his mutation, watching him as he spoke and sketched. He was a manipulator of shadows, an ability that contrasted with his kindly demeanor. It definitely added to his image of a cool guy, though, and the teenager found herself in awe of his mutation. A power like that was fantastic and mysterious and alluring. A power like hers was…not.
Before she knew it, her teacher was finished with the penciled portrait, pointing the utensil in her direction. While he told her that the sketch did not have to be “perfect,” his completed drawing was quite well done, completely blowing whatever she produced out of the water. She did not want to disappoint Mr. Holloway with her mediocre art ability…
“Um, okay. Eyes up here,” she said with a grin, echoing his earlier words. If she could not impress him with her sketch, she could at least make some jokes, right? Make him laugh? (Oh dear, she hoped he would laugh.) “And please make sure to smile.”
She sharpened the pencil, grabbed a fresh slice of paper, and got to work, sketching out the basic outline of her teacher’s face. Square jawline, high nosebridge, facial hair…her eyes squinted in concentration as she tried to imitate the steps Mr. Holloway had taken earlier. As expected, it was not turning out so well...
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 13, 2012 23:13:24 GMT -6
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“Okay, Alice. Just breathe. Don’t be nervous. We’re in a completely empty parking lot with no other cars around. Just change the gear to ‘drive’ and lightly press on the gas pedal. You’ll do fine.”
The teenager glanced blankly at her brother. She was not exuding as much nervousness as he seemed to imply. Sure, she was a little nervous, but she was mostly bouncing with excitement! She was getting the first driving lesson of her life! It was a little early, since she was only a freshman and not yet old enough to acquire a permit, but she had managed to convince Toby to let her try it out. He had put up plenty of resistance, of course, since the Jeep was his baby, and his baby sister had the potential to be a horribly reckless driver, as some teenagers were. But Alice was not one to concede easily, and eventually her puppy-dog-eyes assault worked, coupled with some well-timed moping and pouting.
“Toby. Calm down,” she said slowly, reaching for the gear shift. She watched as his expression morphed from tense to terrified, and couldn’t help but snicker a little. She put the car in “drive” and followed his instructions, gingerly tapping the gas pedal. The Jeep shot forward like a bullet, causing both driver and passenger to yell in surprise.
“Braaaake!” Toby yelled, pointing to said pedal and clutching his seat for dear life.
Screeech! Alice made the hardest brake an inexperienced teenager ever could, causing the siblings to jerk hard against their seatbelts (and be extra thankful they were wearing them). It took a few moments for her heart rate to slow and her hands to unclutch the steering wheel. Her brother never let go.
“Well...that wasn’t so bad,” she said with a half-grin, half-grimace. Inside, she was cringing.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 13, 2012 22:52:54 GMT -6
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The first half of the trip was...boring. Empty. They were surrounded by barren landscape and lonely farms, the radio barely picking up any signal at times. Simply, there was nothing to do! Well, except devour novels and sing along to No Direction songs when she caught them on the radio. Toby wasn’t a particular fan of the British boy band, but even he could not get between Alice and her N-D love. Especially her love of Larry Myles~
There was a quaint dairy farm the siblings had stopped at to stretch their legs and check out. The sign on the road had advertised organic dairy products (particularly milk and cheese) and some fresh-picked fruits, appealing to their quietly grumbling stomachs. After days of junk food, the thought of something natural and crisp gracing her tummy was wonderful. Alice eagerly tugged her brother along the fields to the stand sitting in front of a barn. An older man in his lower sixties greeted them with a warmly accented hello. He reminded her of her grandfather, whose honey-sweet smile was quite similar to his. The farmer pointed out his wares, bushels of apples, cheese wheels, jars of milk, and baskets of peaches and nectarines.
It was a farm-fresh godsend, though the teenager did have a bug fly out of one of her peaches. She didn’t eat much after that.
The further East they went, the closer they got to urban civilization.
The stop in Chicago was the most memorable for her. She had never been to the sprawling metropolis before, and though she was a city girl herself, the atmosphere was wholly different there than at home. So many busy people, busy streets, crunching leaves, delightful cupcake stores! She was in love. Except...it was also very cold in Chicago, at least compared to the balmy San Francisco weather she was used to. It was only October. How could it possibly be under fifty degrees? She shivered at the very thought. While the fallscape was beautiful, it was much too cold.
The siblings could not explore the city for long. The next morning, they moved on. They were getting very close to their destination, only thirteen hours separating them from New York City.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 13, 2012 22:21:37 GMT -6
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Hi, hi! If you ever wanted another thread, I'm definitely up for one! Alice is just a year younger than Tag, and is also excitable and weird~ She also breathes poison sometimes! She's also a mansion student, so if you ever wanted to introduce Tag to Xavier's, she could do it.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 13, 2012 21:41:51 GMT -6
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"Alright, eyes up here. I'm gonna need you to look straight to me so I can draw it right."
Eep! Alice blushed once more. She had been staring timidly at her lap, unable to look at her teacher without, well, growing red. Ah...she had to look at him the whole time. She coughed awkwardly and tried to focus her eyes on her teacher's, hoping he wouldn't pick up on her embarrassing behavior. It was a relief when he said she could look down at the paper he was using, to sneak peeks of his sketch. She would be doing that a lot.
She watched as he masterfully sketched her face out, impressed by how easily he could do it. Sure, it was just a simple drawing, but he did it infinitely better than she could, or would. Her sketch would probably take twice as long and look not nearly half as good.
For a few moments, they were quiet, Mr. Holloway focused on drawing, and Alice stealing a few seconds to glance at him again. He was just so...different from any teacher she had ever had. While most of the mansion teachers she had met were cool, he just seemed to transcend that "coolness" and take it to a whole other level. Weird.
"So Alice, what gift do you have that brings you to mutant school?"[/color]
His words snapped her out of her mental wandering, and she blushed as she realized they were making direct eye contact. She immediately looked back down at the sketch, though managing to keep her head up as he requested. "Well...I..." she faltered for a moment, unsure of how to answer the question. Her mutation was not something she was proud of or happy about, and the way Mr. Holloway had posed the question was awkward for her to answer. She did not consider her power a "gift" as he had called it. She frowned, unsure of how to respond.
"And make sure to keep smiling. No sense in a smile-less portrait."
She tried her best to turn the corners of her mouth upward, showing as much teeth as she could without getting creepy. The result was a very awkward, very forced smile, but a smile it was indeed. That was all she could muster in the face of a difficult question.
"I poison people sometimes," she said quietly, letting the blunt statement hang in the air for a second, "When I breathe, I mean. Not now...since I haven't turned it on or anything, so you don't have to worry about it...but um, yeah. Sometimes I breathe out chlorine." By the end she was rambling and struggling to catch her breath, her voice quivering with nervousness.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 13, 2012 21:16:54 GMT -6
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The couple did not seem particularly...couple-ish while at the coffee shop. They seemed quite nonchalant, though friendly. Alice did not see any behavior that irked her too badly...other than Allison's mere presence at such a proximity to Cafas. Hmph.
If anything, the girl quickly grew bored, nothing outstanding happening to sate her fleeting attention span. One could only play "Whale Trail" for so many rounds. It was an immense relief, therefore, when the couple rose to grab more coffee and leave. Finally, some action! Alice tried to stay hidden between the crowd as she surreptitiously followed her targets, catching snippets of their conversation.
"...upstate...weekend...skip that...drunk...hang out." "I wasn’t...fishing...from drinking.”
Eep! She gasped in shock as she heard them discuss inappropriate weekend plans. Fishing must be some code word...! She deduced that Allison was a bad influence on Cafas, getting him to participate in deviant activities! Not that she really knew anything about alcohol or getting drunk. But she at least knew that it wasn't good! Or at least that's what her eighth-grade health teacher had told her...
The teenager quietly ducked out of the cafe, continuing to follow the couple as they headed to a new destination. She tried very hard not to grind her teeth at the sight of them holding hands and acting all lovey-dovey and...grrr. She pulled her hood up in an effort to further conceal herself as the number of busy-bodies on the street diminished. She noticed a few paparazzi cameramen also pursuing the movie stars, hidden behind trees and bushes and in suspicious white vans.
They descended upon a quaint, quiet park, only a few children scattered around here and there, their watchful parents perched on the benches. There weren't many places for Alice to hide, she realized.
...Man, she was getting kind of stalker-ish, wasn't she? Before she could further ponder the concern, she heard a shrill "Push me!", the voice distinctly belonging to Allison. Oh. Heck. No! The girl whipped around and saw her mortal enemy the young woman seated on a swing, selfishly waiting for her pink-haired boyfriend to give her some momentum. She was a grown adult! She could swing by herself! And...yeah! She was an adult! She was too old for swingsets! Alice pouted.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 2, 2012 20:15:25 GMT -6
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“I...I’m going to miss you.”
Silence.
“But Christmas isn’t that far away...so I guess I’ll see you then...”
Sigh.
“...bye, Mom.”
Clunk! The yellow jeep rolled away.
… … …
How long can one cry before their eyes refuse to relinquish any more tears? A day? A week? Eternity? It seemed like Alice had been crying for a very, very long time. She tried to hide it from Toby, but she could only avoid his gaze so much when they were spending a week together on the road. And he wasn’t one to conveniently ignore such matters, nor was he so dense as to not notice the perpetual redness in her eyes. But for the first couple of days, he did not bring up the muffled sobs he heard at night. He gave her space; he knew she needed time to grieve, much like he had.
She needed to grieve the childhood she once knew, the unconditional adoration she once received from a doting mother and father, and the normalcy forfeited by mutation. It would not be an easy road for her, and knowing what difficulties, what atrocities, she might face as she grew into her new life was torture for Toby. But he was not a parent. He was an older brother, and brothers let their sisters make a few mistakes. Some mistakes were vital for growth and maturation, and he could not stunt Alice’s growth. Things had gotten better for him, and things would get better for her. He had to cling onto that hope.
And if she needed him, he would be in the same city, ready to sprint over to her at a moment’s notice. A quick commute from his college dorm to her dorm at Xavier’s. He would be ready to protect her, to console her, to laugh with her, to simply share his company. He hoped she knew that.
She did.
On the third night of the trip, she gave in. The dam broke, the hurricane hit, and her insides imploded. She unleashed a violent emotional tempest on him, and he received it gracefully. He let her soak through his t-shirt with tears and gasps and general angst, and despite her shame, she clung to him. Much like she had during the earlier days of their childhood, before Toby was sent to New York. Before she had to choose between two of the most important people in her life, eventually crushing her father’s heart. Before she had discovered her own curse.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 2, 2012 17:26:42 GMT -6
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The boy asked her if she was new, and she instantly blushed even more. Not only was she a clumsy fool...she was also clearly radiating vibes of newness... Sigh. The worst part was that she had been asked that almost every day that week already, further proving how clueless she was.
"We've got an infirmary here, where we have a resident healer. So I don't actually know if there are any band aids in this place."
Oh, right. Her brother had already introduced her to the infirmary during her first day. How could she have forgotten about it? Well, it was nice that she could have her scrapes healed, then, though she didn't feel they really needed the work of a healer. They were just simple little cuts. But she nodded and started to follow the boy towards the infirmary.
"What were you doing in the window anyways?"
Alice nearly choked. How to answer that question? The truth just seemed so foolish. "Uh...I was...I was just reading and stuff...and there was this nice breeze..." Her face heated up again as she stumbled over her words. Ah...I'm an idiot...
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 2, 2012 16:38:12 GMT -6
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Alice paid close attention to her teacher as he explained the assignment to her. A brief glance around the room confirmed that the other students were drawing patterns and shapes onto sketches of their partner’s faces. Some were even beginning the painting phase, giggling as they applied a multitude of colors to their classmate’s faces. The girl blushed a little. She had to paint his face? Didn’t that entail touching his face? Blush.
Even so, the project was simple enough. She wasn’t the best artist, but she figured she could pull it off alright. And she would certainly work extra hard with Mr. Holloway watching...
“Does that sound okay with you?"
“Of course!” she chirped, her smile ever present. She watched as Mr. Holloway pulled out the necessary materials for the assignment, fidgeting with her sleeves as she waited to begin. Alice didn’t like being behind everyone else and wanted to catch up as quickly as possible. Yes...that was why she was so eager to get started... It wasn’t because she was excited to work with her new teacher or anything.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Nov 1, 2012 15:55:10 GMT -6
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Oh! So we're both new! Alice mused, happy to find something the girls had in common, even if it was their lack of experience at Xavier's. Perhaps they would be able to commiserate over getting lost or something.
The fourteen-year-old solemnly nodded as Kaitlyn asked her not to tell anyone about her brief crying episode. Of course she would not speak of it, and she only felt awful that she had made the other girl cry... "I promise I won't!" she said, offering her pinky for a pinky-swear, "And uh...I'm sorry I asked about your family and all..." I didn't mean to be a huge, accidental jerk.
She leaned back on the bed and stared at all of her bags and boxes, dreading the thought of unpacking them. And she would feel bad to ask her roommate for help, not after what had just happened. Her stomach rumbled at the most opportune time. "Um...wanna grab lunch or something?"
