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 Oct 23, 2012 18:21:45 GMT -6
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Another idea we bounced around in the cbox was a peaceful protest-turned-riot, specifically as a gateway for students/mansionlings/neutrals to get involved with the plot.
Gina is beloved and popular at Xavier's, and it would only make sense that mansionlings would be outraged at the attack on her. But, as Calley pointed out, most of the students or residents probably would not be willing to join a revengeful riot, much less create one. A peaceful protest against the beating, however, is very plausible, and would suit the younger characters better, as well as neutrals who don't necessarily have any affiliations with the Order and other chaos-instigating parties.
But, as I said, this would be a protest-turned-riot, thus connecting it to the rest of the plot. Not only is Gina well-liked at the mansion, but she has a few friends at the Sanctuary as well. I don't think it would be far-fetched for Orderlings and Sanc residents to join the protest and transform it into a violent riot, whether it be out of genuine anger or deceptive manipulation. How any mansionling reacts to the riot (or in the riot) would ultimately be up to the writer.
Just an idea. I think this protest would be a good way for the above-mentioned to get involved.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Oct 23, 2012 16:59:56 GMT -6
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I like this idea very much, and even if it's not a part of the Riot plot or a site-wide plot in general, I think it would be a very nice idea for a singular thread.
I would certainly volunteer Alice for this endeavor.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Oct 23, 2012 16:46:31 GMT -6
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Alice nearly jumped out of her chair when her name was called. Her head whipped up and her back immediately straightened, sending her swaying in her seat. She almost fell off again, when she noticed that the teacher was standing only a couple of feet away from her. A few surrounding peers giggled at her reaction, recognizing an overwhelmed new student when they saw one. They knew she would get the hang of things eventually, but it was amusing to see someone go through what they all had once gone through. Xavier's Sister School was an odd, perhaps even difficult, adjustment for most.
"Here!" she responded automatically, regathering her bearings as the art instructor (Mister...Holloway?) proceeded to get the students to settle down and pay attention. After announcing the activity for the day, he turned back to the fourteen-year-old, addressing her directly.
"Um, you sorta came in the middle of a partner-project, so I can either just have you work on something else on your own."
"Oh! I don't min--"
"Or I could always work with you on this current project, if you'd like."
He accompanied his words with a smile so charming, she felt her cheeks grow warm with sudden bashfulness. She felt like a twitterpated meld of Flower and Thumper. "Um...well..." she cleared her throat, "I wouldn't mind that...uh, sir." She cautiously made eye contact with her ever-smiling teacher, and found herself grinning too. She pulled her chair in a little closer to Mr. Holloway and glanced around the room to see what the other students were doing, to get some clue about the assignment.
"What exactly is the project? I'd like to get started as soon as possible."
Posted by Alice Tyler on Oct 23, 2012 16:16:35 GMT -6
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"Week two, day six. Cafas, a.k.a. my soulmate (er...omit that from the transcript), has exited the mansion. He is dressed to impress—and looks quite dapper, I might add. It looks like he is ready for a day in the public eye," Alice whispered into a secondhand tape recorder, eyes squinting in concentration, "This investigator will follow the subject closely." She crept along the mansion's wrought-iron gate, careful to be as sneaky and silent as possible. The pink-haired celebrity had already noticed her staring at him earlier at school, and she could not risk him seeing her again and blowing her cover. And no, she was not stalking. She was investigating. It was her job as Xavier's lead gossip and pop culture columnist to inform her audience what was going on in their favorite celebrities' lives! It was for the good of the public!
...Ahem. In the middle of her journalistic reverie, the fourteen-year-old had failed to notice Cafas turn a corner and disappear from her view. Crud! Her eyes swiveled around wildly, trying to refocus on the object of her affection investigation. She could not lose him now! Her readers depended on her!
Alice hurriedly ran around the corner and nearly bumped into Cafas' oblivious back, stopping herself before she made contact. With a barely audible squeak, she backtracked and hid behind the side of the building, clutching her mouth with her hands. She could not make any sudden noises lest he discover her! She counted ten Mississippis before peeking back around, spying the X-Man conversing with...
"Allison, a.k.a. my mortal enemy (omit that as well). It seems they are meeting for another, ugh, date today..." she spoke into her sleeve, the recorder hidden inside it. The girl made sure to pay extra attention after that, picking up on every nuance, every subtle motion, trying (and failing) to read their lips when she could. After all, she didn't know what that crazy succubus would do to her dear Cafas.
In the crowded coffee shop, however, it was substantially more difficult to spy on the couple. Not only was it hard to hear them above the din of the chattering caffeine-drinkers, but Alice looked painfully childish and out of place amongst the more mature customers. It was obvious she did not belong in such an establishment with her uncaffeinated hot cocoa and lack of adult presence. Nonetheless, she sneaked into a quiet, inconspicuous corner of the cafe and tried to melt into the scenery. She sipped her drink and pretended to play with her cell phone, itching her nose every now and then to whisper things into her sleeve, snapping pictures of the couple with her phone when the timing seemed right. After a bit, she leaned back against the couch. It seemed she would be there for a while...maybe she should've brought some homework...
Posted by Alice Tyler on Oct 23, 2012 2:31:27 GMT -6
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Alice Tyler never thought she would have a crush on a teacher. A teacher! Wasn't that some kind of taboo? Absolutely forbidden? Also...really cheesy and cliche?
...But there was just something about her art teacher. For one, he wasn't some crabby old fart with a cat obsession. He was young and (blush) kinda' handsome and incredibly kind. And he was an actual artist, meaning he actually knew what he was doing. And weren't artists those charming, brooding romantics with mysterious pasts? How could she not have a crush on him?
Sigh. It all started on her first day of class...
~One week earlier~
Alice sprinted across the mansion in search of her art class, her left hand clutching her schedule, her right clinging to her slipping backpack strap. She felt like an absolute fool as she rounded every corner on the first floor, coming across the kitchen twice by accident and earning the snickers of the students there. Every student she asked for help gave her a different set of directions, compounding her confusion and leading her astray more than once. (She had an inkling some of them were messing with her.) But where on earth was Room 1605?! She nervously checked her watch as she maneuvered around irritatingly slow students, panicking when she realized she had only fifteen seconds left.
Three minutes and two kitchen visits later, she burst into the—fingers crossed—correct classroom, clutching her burning sides and gasping like a landlocked fish for air.
"Is this," wheezegasp, "Intro to Art?"
A bunch of wide eyes met her, heads swiveled in surprise. "Uh...yeah," one student replied, prompting the others to slowly return to their conversations and activities. Pink-cheeked with physical exhaustion, Alice shuffled over to an empty desk in the back of the room and took a much-awaited seat. Somehow, she had made it before the teacher had...
...Oh! Where was the teacher? Why was he not in class? Why had she tried so hard to get to class on time if he was not even going to do the same?! Head, meet desk. She slumped over the table, not even caring anymore.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Oct 23, 2012 1:22:12 GMT -6
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...Kaitlyn was crying. Alice had made her cry. She had made her cry. They had not spoken for more than five minutes, and she'd already upset the other girl to the verge of tears. She cringed as she heard her roommate's voice shake and quake and felt her insides twist up in guilt and regret. If only she had kept her mouth shut, gotten the hint that Kaitlyn did not wish to talk to her, did not wish to even share a room with her... Even whilst the younger girl assured her that her question was alright, Alice felt like kicking herself in the shins.
She silently watched as the final box was brought in, perching on the edge of her neatly made bed. She fidgeted and toyed with the ends of her sleeves. She appreciated that Kaitlyn was making an effort to appear calm, happy even, but the redness in the other girl's eyes were a tell-tale sign that Alice had broken a dam she was not supposed to touch.
“There’s my dad, and he’s pretty cool. He adopted me a couple years ago, and he has about six identical twins who are kinda like my uncles.”
Adoption? Six twin uncles? And not to mention all of the aunts and cousins that came with those uncles. Geez. Kaitlyn was right when she'd said her family was much different from Alice's. For one, the fourteen-year-old had a virtually nonexistent extended family, her maternal grandparents residing in Italy and her paternal grandparents doing their best to avoid her father and his mutated family. She had a few cousins scattered across the United States, but her family had never been really big on gathering or anything. And yet her roommate used to reside with all of her family, plus other people who were kind of like family? Wow.
But isn't a sanctuary a church? she thought to herself, though deciding not to ask. Kaitlyn's family, or rather, adopted family, seemed to make the girl quite happy, though it was strange that she had only been adopted in recent years. Wasn't she kind of old for adoption? (Another question Alice would refrain from asking just yet.) Maybe that was why the younger girl had gotten upset. Maybe there was something about the adoption or her biological family or her lack of a biological family. Thinking about made the teenager's brain hurt.
"Ah, I so jealous of your family. It's so big! I think I'd love to live with so many people...I just live with my mom. Uh...I mean, I used to live with both of my parents, but they got divorced and stuff so... But my brother used to go to school here!" she rambled on, realizing that her family did not sound nearly as cool as Kaitlyn's did, "Do you visit them often, then? Since they live so close."
Posted by Alice Tyler on Oct 19, 2012 16:44:04 GMT -6
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“I dun fink diff if uh good idea, guyff,” Alice said as her false fangs were being glued onto her teeth. Supposedly, the fangs were supposed to conform to her teeth, or at least that is what the advertisement at the party store exclaimed, but they really felt like they were molding her teeth to fit them. She sighed as the “finishing touches” were applied to her fangs and gathered up her cardboard axe bass. The crafty contraption was her masterpiece, the front carefully painted a dark crimson and embellished to match its cartoon counterpart. It was also the only thing distinguishing her as Marceline the Vampire Queen, as the rest of her costume was fairly simple. All she wore was a plain gray singlet and blue skinny jeans tucked into medium-brown, knee-high boots. She had a red, flannel button-down ready in case it became too chilly outside. And of course, she had a friend draw the circular bite marks onto her neck with face paint.
She could owe her recent obsession with Adventure Time to her new friend Jonathan (going as Finn the Human Boy), who spoke nonstop of the cartoon. They had history class and lunch together, and while he could be quite eccentric (which suited her just fine), he was also very social, having introduced her to all of his other friends, as well as inviting her to their Halloween hang out. Alice had been afraid that she’d be spending Halloween (and most of her days) alone since coming to Xavier’s, but fate would have it that she would not.
The fourteen-year-old mingled with her schoolmates as they trick-or-treated across the city, making sure to visit all of the unguarded candy bowls, helping themselves to a very generous amount of sweets at each location. With them was an adult chaperone, a creeptastic twenty-something named Megan. How she came to accompany them was unknown, though Jonathan whispered something about blackmail or bribery when Alice questioned her presence. It certainly seemed plausible with all of the sarcastic commentary and derisive glares Megan made during the evening, indicating that the last thing she wanted to do was chaperone a bunch of kids on a night she’d rather spend with grown-ups, doing whatever forbidden things grown-ups did. If any of the teenagers got into trouble, she doubted Megan would do much to help them.
As the group continued on during the evening, splitting off to raid untouched candy bowls and "trick-or-treat" at festively decorated houses, Alice somehow found herself walking alone with Megan. Amidst the laughing children and concerned parents and delinquent teenagers egging buildings, the duo was uncomfortably silent and painfully awkward, and the girl found herself desperate to change the atmosphere.
“Ms. Megan...I really, uh, like your costume!” she said, staring at the…the thing the woman had on. It was really, um, something…and it was really creepy. “Did you make it yourself? Or did you buy it? Or did you make some of it and buy it? I especially like those feathery bits. And how did you get it to look so…uh, scary?” She had to catch her breath by the end of the barrage of questions, and while she waited for the answer, the streetlights on the block suddenly went out, plunging the two into darkness. Total darkness. There were no headlights or dim lights emanating from building windows, no illumination from cell phones or flashlights. Everything around her was completely, all-consumingly black. Alice immediately clung to Megan's elbow, scared to lose the only security (?) she had. She felt like she was in a bad horror movie, about to get eaten. What the heck was going on?
Posted by Alice Tyler on Oct 19, 2012 15:58:22 GMT -6
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Oh. Crud.
She had done it again, hadn’t she? With her awkward, invasive questioning and lack of filter, she had upset and driven away another potential friend…Alice stared at the mumbling, retreating figure of her petite roommate and felt like flailing. What had she done?! What was she going to do?! (And uh…what kind of difficult family life did Kait have that she did not want to share?) The fourteen-year-old knew firsthand the fissures and cracks that could form in a family after the activation of a mutation, but she also knew of families that had turned out much worse than hers did. For example, her own father had been disowned by his parents (the grandparents she had never met, and probably never would) at the age of sixteen, when his teleportation ability had first manifested.
She could not imagine the pain a person—a child—went through in such situations. Sure, her family was plenty dysfunctional, but no one, except perhaps her mother, had turned their backs on her when her dangerous, poisonous, appalling mutation became known.
“I…uh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to ask something so personal. I totally get if you don’t want to talk about it.” Uncomfortable pause. Alice moved another box in. There was one more left. "Ah…so, what are some your hobbies?” That was a safe question, right? There was no possible way she could offend Kait with that, right? Right? Flail.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Oct 18, 2012 20:39:15 GMT -6
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Alice let out a silent sigh of relief when Kaitlyn shook her hand. The other girl was even smiling! Okay, it was barely a smile, but it was still there! The fourteen-year-old felt a surge of confidence run through her as she went back to her boxes and listened to her new roommate proudly declare her eighth-grade status.
“…and there are some ninth graders in my Algebra class too.”
“Wait, no way!” Alice suddenly exclaimed, running to the red backpack sitting on her bed. She rummaged through the front pocket for a few seconds, pulling out various papers and pamphlets before finally settling on a slightly wrinkled class schedule, running back to Kait and waving it in front of her face. “Who’s your teacher?? I might be in your class!” She handed her the paper, excited at the prospect of having algebra with her roommate and future BFFL. Even though she was a freshman, she had many difficulties with mathematics, and thus…was probably one of the ninth graders in Kaitlyn’s class.
“You need help with some of that stuff?”
”Oh sure!” she replied happily, “I only have a few more things left.” She led the way to the hallway and pointed to the few bags and boxes remaining. “I know I have a lot of stuff…” she said, a sudden timidity in her voice, “…but my parents insisted I take ‘everything I need,’ yanno? I’m not really sure when I’m going to be able to visit home so…yeah…” She cleared her throat, fighting the sudden sadness trying to settle in. It was not the time for such emotional matters!
"Um...so what's your family like?" she chirped, returning to her cheerful disposition.
Posted by Alice Tyler on Oct 17, 2012 22:54:48 GMT -6
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I know I've only been back for a little while, but I've been reading a lot of threads, and there are two people I'd like to nom as well! (totally not copying Were >.>)
The first person is: Elke! The hilarious, little bugger. She is a constant source of laughter and amusement, and really endearing underneath all of that swearing and audacity and stuff... Well, if you haven't read any of her threads yet (shame on you!), I definitely recommend:
The Coolest Kids on the Block! A delightful meeting between Elke and Kait. Elke's thoughts and internal monologues tickle my heart. :3
[AoS] Time for the Main Event!, in which a post-apocalyptic Elke battles Jezebel/Penelope in Roach's Pit! Her writer is very vivid and talented with descriptions, and I think this battle really highlights some of that. Also, the ending is...well, read the thread.
[AoS] A Bitter Pill, where Elke is suspended from a ceiling, watching a horrific battle between Andrea and Saph, whilst Megan and Roach "catch up." Not only will you find yourself cheering for Elke in this, you will also find yourself clutching your heart because, well...it'll be breaking. Seriously.
This last thread segways to the next person I'd like to nominate: Roach! We know him as the Pit Master and the thing that creeps around in our nightmares. We also know him to be quite fashionable. But in AoS, I think his transformation into an inhuman, truly monstrous creature is very scary, and very well written. It's not easy to play a complete psychopath, but his writer nails it. I found myself simultaneously writhing in fear and applauding Roach's writer as I read some of his threads. Besides "A Bitter Pill," I'd also recommend:
Posted by Alice Tyler on Oct 17, 2012 17:56:49 GMT -6
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2012
October The Child Soldier and the Poison Gas - Alice, meet Kaitlyn, your indoctrinated, child soldier awesome roomie who will you educate you on all things Mutant! (Kait) | Handwaved
Awesome (?) Timing - In which Alice falls on her face. (Ted) | Hiatus/Died
Is she following us? - No...she's investigating. Alice stalksfollows investigates Cafas and Allison on their publicity date, fishing for that juicy celebrity story. (And making sure Allison keeps her paws to herself!) (Cafas/Allison) | Handwaved
Teacher's Pet - Alice has a cruuush. Teehee. (Mr. Holloway) | Finished
Posted by Alice Tyler on Oct 17, 2012 17:30:13 GMT -6
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Alice stared at the beautiful slice of cheesecake sitting in front of her, at the perfect swirl of whipped cream topping it, the creamy, cheesy richness of the center, and the graham cracker bottom stabilizing the rest of the masterpiece. She tried not to drool.
