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.
Mariusz sighed, though he was careful not to sigh directly into the phone's mouthpiece. He had hoped to get a better deal, of course. Though, he rationalized that if his father hadn't demanded that he bring a date he wouldn't have been in this situation in the first place. So, in a way, it wasn't really all his fault. There was also the bright side that it wasn't his money he was spending to hire the woman and he wouldn't have had to hire her in the first place if everyone wasn't so particular about dating a bird man. Even though this wasn't really a date in the strictest since as he had not been able to track down Evelyn to ask her to go.
"Very well, I agree to your price and terms. How do I need to send you the first installment of the payment and how would you like to receive the second. Cash? Check? Direct deposit? Wire transfer? Cashier's Check? I am rather flexible in this regard," the Czech man said, speaking into the phone again.
"You have to keep it to yourself, for the time being," he said, leaning over the bar just a bit in a conspiratorial manner. "I have gained American citizenship and I am planning on running for the office of Mayor here in New York in the coming election. I believe I am the first mutant candidate to run for the office. Obviously, I will need to announce my candidacy somewhere and I cannot truly think of a better place than this bar. Not the most traditional, but still a bar run by mutants for mutants."
"I expect, though, that it will be a bit of a media circus when I make the announcement and given the recent events with the riots and everything it might make your business a bit of a target if I made the announcement and held the press conference here. So, if you would prefer, I can do it elsewhere. Still, you would be missing out on a great deal of free publicity in the press by being the host site for the announcement." Mariusz leaned back and settled back on the barstool and decided to changethe topic.
"Also, do you have something on tap that is stronger than this?" He gestured to the empty glass that had, a few moments before, been filled with Budweiser. "It is not much of a beer."
Mariusz was just preparing another right and proper retort to yell down the stairs when he felt a firm foot in his keester shoving him out the door. Then the door was shut behind him and, from the sounds of the click, locked. The cheek! The absolute cheek... figuratively and literally in this case. To make matters worse the platinum blonde woman had locked his bow in her room. Mariusz was considerably less than thrilled about that development since he had no desire to get within claw striking distance of the cat woman.
"Uh... excuse me," he said, rapping his knuckles against the door smartly. "I had a bow. Also, there is a deranged cat woman thing running around right now. You need my protection, again, just like the last time. Damsels always need... well, you get the idea."
"I am from Harrachav in the Czech Republic," the feathered man replied, warming to this topic of conversation a bit more since it was something that was much easier to discuss than the psychology behind why someone chose a particular favorite color. "And that is actually a bit of a misnomer since we did not live in the town in the strictest sense though it was the closest town to where I grew up."
"It is up in the Krkonose Mountains and is very close to the borders with Poland and Germany. Really, it is a bit of a resort town and tourist trap so there are always new and interesting people floating through on vacation or business. And, being up in the mountains makes for some ideal flying and hunting conditions. There are all kinds of neat things up there. What about you? Where did you grow up?"
"Oh no, I could never do that," Mariusz said quickly when Evelyn said that he could leave. He wasn't about to go anywhere other than right where he was while that mad cat lady was wandering around the Mansion. Nope. No way. Wasn't about to happen. "And I am not being paranoid, she attacked us last time. She is not to be trusted. She is a raging furry ball of anger and claws," the feathered man continued. He was about to continue talking when Sara's voice floated up to them and he barged over to the door and then opened it.
"We do not want any of the vile candy you are selling, Fuzzbucket," Mariusz bellowed down the hall in the direction of the voice. In the process he leaned over to stick his head out the open door and gave Evelyn the perfect chance to shove him out of her room.
OOC: Sorry this one is so short, but there's not much left for him to do here. Are we starting a new thread for shopping?
"Well, in that case, I will not keep you from your lunches any longer. I shall be up at the Mansion, simply come and find me when you are ready to head out to shop and we will go then," the feathered man said, he bowed once more in the direction of the two women and then turned and strode off in the direction of the Mansion. He hadn't been invited to their original picnic and it would have been rude to continue hanging around once the primary reason for his stopping there in the first place had been addressed.
"I propose two, half up front," Mariusz countered, slipping easily into politician negotiation mode. "I am already paying the costs of your dress, mask, and other preparation. I ask only that you provide me with receipts for reimbursement the night of the event. Furthermore, I suspect there will be little heavy lifting. However, in the event that such activity is required I will triple your pay to six," the bird man continued smoothly.
Mariusz shrugged his feathered shoulders in response to Maya's conversation and question about picking a favorite color. In truth he had no real idea how people chose what color they would claim as their favorite. Mostly, he assumed people chose at random if they liked a way a given color looked or, maybe if it was part of the color scheme for a favorite sports team or invoked a strong memory.
"I would imagine that people pick a favorite color based on what they associate that color with, such as a good memory," the Czaech man said, shrugging his shoulders again. While there were certain philosophical questions and topics he could discuss at great length those topics tended to be confined to the theological realm. As such, these types of conversations weren't really what he was best at, in the grand scheme of things. Since he wasn't really sure what direction to steer the conversation in the winged man chose to remain silent for the time being.
"I was told that you provide personal bodyguard services," Mariusz replied. "I would require you to accompany me to a masquerade ball being put on by the Embassy and to protect me, should the need arise, while at the party and during transit to and from the event. You will need a formal gown and a mask, which I fully expect to be billed for. You would also, it goes without saying, be expected to adhere to the proper decorum unless circumstances beyond your control dictated otherwise."
Well, things certainly seemed to be looking up for Mariusz. Paige and Chloe had decided that they both wanted to accompany the feathered mutant to his father's party in a couple of weeks so that little problem had finally been solved. While the Czech man certainly didn't see either of the two women in any sort of romantic light it was, at least, a burden lifted from his shoulders to not have worry about the whole date angle. It was true that he wasn't really looking forward to taking either of the girls shopping since women tended to take forever when it came to shopping, especially clothes shopping. Still, that seemed a small price to pay really for having the problem solved since it had taken entirely too long to solve.
In truth he knew who it was he would have preferred to take, but he hadn't been able to find the woman to ask her and had been forced to look to other alternatives.
He was just opening the door to his room when the cell phone in his pocket rang. Pulling out the phone Mariusz examined the number on the called ID. It wasn't a number that he immediately recognized. He hit the button on the phone to accept the call and put the device to his ear.
OOC: Timeline-wise this takes place a few weeks after the conclusion of the party.
Mariusz sat quietly in the back of the testing room, his fingers were laced together on the desk in front of him and he was twiddling his taloned thumbs as he waited for the remaining test time to melt away. He'd already been done with his citizenship test for the past ten minutes, but since he wasn't the only one taking the test he had to wait quietly until time ran out. Then there would be more waiting until the results of the test were posted. Happily, since the test was on a scantron sheet getting the results back wouldn't be a super time consuming process.
At last time timer dinged and, in short order, the tests were passed forward to the front of the room. All those who had taken the test, most of them dressed in their best clothes, were instructed to wait in the room and that the proctor would return in a few moments with the test results. Some chatter broke out among a few of the other students, mostly it was people speaking in their native languages and since Mariusz was the only Czech, as near as he could tell, he remained silent.
Sure enough within about ten minutes the proctor had returned. He called out a few names, people that had failed the exam, and they were removed from the group. He then announced that those that remained would be moving to a different room where they would take the oath of citizenship and become U.S. citizens.
"Yes, Heineken is German," Mariusz said, sipping at the offered beer and trying to refrain from making a face. How on Earth could this possibly be called beer? No self-respecting beer would taste like this. He had noticed, of course, that Melissa didn't keep any things on tap and he was sure that there were other bars and pubs with a much greater variety. However, most of those other places weren't owned by a mutant, and he wanted the mutant community to get the business.
"Well, this is certainly different. In Europe the EU has made Budweiser a protected regional trademark. Just as champagne only comes from the Champagne region of France, Budweiser only comes from a handful of breweries in my homeland and it is considerably different from this," he said, sipping at the beer again. He didn't really want to finish the Budweiser but, since she had given him a full glass instead of a taster, it would have been rude to reject it.
"There was another matter I wanted to ask you about as well, if you have the time," Mariusz asked, abruptly taking the glass of Budweiser and downing it all in a few gulps. When the beer was weak it was much easier to pound it like that.
"Taking you shopping will not be any trouble at all," Mariusz said in reply to the queries about shopping and getting dresses and masks and everything. He planned to bill everything for this back to the Embassy anyway. After all, he had been instructed to bring a date and now, it seemed, he was bringing two dates plus a body guard. Still, having the guard wouldn't be all bad he supposed. Sara had only been the last resort anyway.
"When would it be most convenient to go shopping," he asked. Since there was nothing big on his plate, other than the party, at the moment then he was free and available to go shopping whenever the girls wanted to go. He hadn't missed the looks that the girls were sharing with one another either. He was a bit naive when it came to women, but he wasn't blind. No doubt they were wondering why he would ask them both on something that would probably be viewed as a romantic date. Best to clear the air on that score right away.
"As I said a moment ago, I am not asking this favor as a sort of romantic date. Merely as friends."
"Thank you," Mariusz said, accepting the glass from Andrea and then waiting for her to seat herself before he began to eat. It had taken him a few minutes longer than he had anticipated in order to begin eating his meal. Before he got too far along Andrea had asked a question to make some chit chat. Before Mariusz could reply Megan had already answered. Apparently, she had been at the Mansion for some time.
"Me? I have been living here for a few months now," Mariusz replied, swallowing a bite of pancake before he answered so as not to talk with his mouth full. He noticed that Megan had a sausage, even though she hadn't asked for one, no doubt she had pilfered it from Andrea's plate. "And how about you?"
Mariusz listened to the response on the other end of the connection. Apparently he had called the right person after all. That was certainly a positive then. "My name is Mariusz Kasparek, I am the son of the Czech Ambassador and I need to engage your valuable services," he said into the phone. "Would you prefer to talk details or price first?"
