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.
Evelyn glanced at her foot then back out to the hallway. The echoes were still piecing things together. "I take it you know what happened to the broken mirror then." She noted. She wondered if she should push it further.
Well, couldn't get worse. "Care to fill me in?" She added. Meanwhile she was grateful Mirror was getting the first aid kit. She wasn't mad enough to refuse help right now, especially when she was bleeding pretty heavily from the cut. It was both a good thing and a bad one the glass was still in the cut. It was keeping some of the bleeding down, but it also still stung like heck everytime she moved.
Maya's response was somewhat unexpected. Evelyn sort of assumed staying out all night would make at least some sort of a statement. Now it looked like she was stubborn and miserable for no reason.
"I didn't exactly come back once I realized I had no shoes... I moved all my stuff here so the apartment didn't have any either." She shrugged and looked away. She still felt awkward after the whole argument, and found it hard to just talk like everything was fine. It seemed it was easy for Maya to just forget everything, but having a perfect memory meant Evelyn tended to simmer for much longer.
>>"Where have you been all night?"
"All night? Freezing my butt off at the apartment." She remarked quietly, and accepted help hobbling out of the hallway. Pride made it hard to accept even that, but she was cold, her feet hurt, and she knew as irritated as she was she didn't want to let an argument about Forte drive a wedge between them. She just wished Gawain had been more understanding about the day she'd had. She knew she wasn't the easiest person to date though. She spent most the afternoon at a less than legal casino, which probably wasn't the best behavior for a x-trainee.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Nov 11, 2013 20:33:39 GMT -6
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Caught red handed wasn't exactly applicable in this situation, but there was plenty of red on her foot if that counted. Sneaking back in didn't work so well when you were dripping blood on the carpet. Whoever broke that mirror was dumb to leave glass behind in a school full of kids... As a voice called out, Evelyn grimaced and turned as Maya came around the corner. She wasn't sure whether to feel relieved or awkward at this point. She just leaned against the wall and rolled her eyes up to the ceiling.
"If we ever argue again, do me a favor and throw my shoes after me." She said, the remark a half-hearted attempt at a joke. Or maybe it was a pained attempt toward a greeting. She probably looked like crap. It had been a long day. A long night. Morning was looking long now too....
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Nov 11, 2013 20:19:16 GMT -6
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When Evelyn stormed out of the mansion the previous day, she was making a statement. It was probably the only thing that kept her from going back to get her shoes. Barefoot, wandering through the city, and eventually ending up at an underground casino, the day had taken an interesting turn in the end. But one thing remained unsolved: she still had no shoes. It was one thing to prove a point, and another to go around barefoot for 24 hours. So after a cold night in her apartment (there was no point paying to heat a building you didn't live in), Evelyn slipped through the mansion door and started to make her way towards her room.
She probably should have called. Or texted. Then again, maybe Gawain didn't care. He was the one making a big deal out of the whole Forte thing, and he was the one who should have apologized. Then again, they were dating and she should have respected Gawain's concerns. She sucked at this dating thing. Maybe she should have texted...
Maybe she should have taken her phone with her. That would have been useful as well.
Besides, what would she have said? Out at the casino, sorry for arguing, I'll see you in the morning if I don't get kicked out sooner.... The details were a little fuzzy in her mind anyway. Maybe she was drinking... There was a high chance she had a drink or two.
Probably better not to talk about it. Apologizing and moving on with life seemed like the better option... She could---
"YEAOW!!! Son of a---"
She stepped on what was most definitely not carpet and jerked away, glancing down at the piece of glass stuck in her foot. What the... She glanced up at the wall, echoes taking not of the missing mirror. As blood trickled around the cut she muttered a few profanities and tried to hobble to where she could sit.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Nov 11, 2013 18:04:30 GMT -6
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After a quick series of motions, Evelyn thought she might be making progress. He was deflecting attacks still, but her efforts paid off. At least, she thought they did. Then the stab to the stomach went....weird. It was like all of the movement vanished, and Saphirus jumped away unharmed. She frowned, the echoes buzzing and chattering with the new information. By the time he asked the question she had straighten up and was considering it thoughtfully.
"I...don't know if I know yet...you guard your left side, which implies some form of weakness there. You try to take the attacks on your right side of the body which shows strength there. But you...absorbed the hit. It was like the energy was gone. If you're trying to pivot yourself to absorb energy though that implies you're doing something with it..." That would be the logical answer at least. She hadn't seen anything that could reveal what he could do with that power though. It wasn't deflecting anywhere that she could tell...Curious..
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Nov 10, 2013 13:43:30 GMT -6
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Battle paintings suddenly looked less appealing as Evelyn was forced out of the way of the path of the bullets and sent staggering into another wall. As the echoes echoed Forte's warning about the horses she turned, sai flashing up to meet the sword that came flying her way. The metal clanged loudly, and a second soldier took a slice at her side. She dodged, but the sting of pain told her it wasn't quite fast enough. Who knew art could hurt so much?
Through the turmoil, Evelyn caught sight of a smug figure standing in the doorway. His face was wrinkled with amusement as he watched them struggle, distracted from his mission. Evelyn twisted the sai free, hooked the soldier by the belt and yanked him from his steed. As the horse galloped away she disarmed him, but caught a fist across the cheek that sent her back into the wall again. This was a terrible place to fight, a the sound of reloading weapons carried and the second rider turned his horse so he could take another swing at her. At least there wasn't--
There was a flash of metal and a horse whiny of distress as a new group of soldiers came rushing into the room. This was suddenly a VERY crowded corner, as two medieval knights engaged with the American soldiers. At first she was grateful for the distraction.
Then something metal struck her in the head and she went crashing to the ground.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Nov 10, 2013 13:32:43 GMT -6
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The purr-like noise reassured Evelyn a little, and she continued petting. Things seemed like they were going well enough, until Carrick pulled away. Before she could ask what he was doing, he circled behind her, dove between her legs and she found herself sitting on the griffon.
"Wait, Carrick, I don't thin---eeeekkkkk!" Her protest was lost as she clung to the feathered mutant and tried not to look down. Holycrap. She was still somewhat terrified by the idea of flying, and peaked over his shoulder at the ground below. It was the most beautiful terrifying experience ever. The artistic side of her loved the view, but the part of her that got attacked during the riots was much more comfortable with her feet on the ground. "What do I even hold onto?" She muttered nervously, trying not to pull on his feathers and holding with her knees instead. If she fell off she'd never forgive him. Ever. Ever ever.
Before the next round of cards started, a new player joined the table directly across from Evelyn. Ironically, it was the same player the echoes had noted earlier, and the three red chips placed in the center of the table clearly started things off high. Had she not won enough earlier in the game, throwing down hundreds might have been out of the question. But she was here to blow off steam, and she could afford a risk or two. Picking out three of her own red chips, she made her own buy in. A few more safe bets followed and the first round of cards were dealt.
Evelyn liked games that dealt with odds. She was a quick thinker, and with the right focus, the echoes could keep an organized tally on where the cards were. In a game of Texas Hold 'Em, this could be interesting, considering everyone knew the community cards, the only thing you hand to your advantage was your own two. The early betting could be both a good thing and a bad thing though. Don't have a hand, try to bet for one that might come up was risky. But even with logic there was risk, and there was some appeal in that.
This game had another interesting element though: the adapted. While it didn't effect Evelyn's powers, which were sight based, she had noticed the power blocking ability when they were dealing cards and an arm got too close. She could still think fairly well on her own, and they were sitting far enough away she wasn't in range most the game. But the occasional silence was annoying. Cards went out, silence came and went, and then then game was in motion and she had to direct her concentration.
Luck was on her side this round. High cards, and a pair, definitely better than her last hand. The odds clicked in her head as she glanced across the table, watching the faces of her fellow players as they studied their cards. A few were good at keeping their emotions in check, few revealing more than she would have. But at least two players exposed a flash of disappointment at what they had. Subtle, but not subtle enough. She noted a higher bet from at least one of them, her own bet middle ground. Not low enough to tip anyone off, not high enough to look confident in her cards. Meanwhile, she watched the figure across the table in the corner of her eye. Something about him wasn't quite adding up like everything else.
Reading people made awkward conversations easier. While Locke never asked directly, there was a question in his facial expression the echoes picked up on. She had been through it more than enough times, it wasn't such a big deal now to talk about her powers. At least for her it was just another part of life. "I've got hyper awareness. Voices in the head sort of thing." Sometimes it was better to cut to the chase. If he was going to work with her, he should be aware of what he was dealing with. Although she found it hard to believe anyone could really understand what she was going through unless they were a telepath and could hear all the noise...
And then there was the matter of 'Fluffy'. Locke didn't seem inclined to tell her more, and there wasn't quite enough for her to go off of. But the clues were coming in. Something that was never far away, guy with dirt on his clothes, some assumed power with earth but no real knowledge what. Maybe he was an earth bender or something. But that seemed like the easy guess to try using. It could be something like plants and the dirt just came from that. And the whole shoes things didn't just feel like it was for balance... She could be over thinking it. She focused back on what Locke was saying.
She couldn't resist a slight smile. "I've probably got paying attention to my surroundings down a little too well at this point." She remarked. The echoes honed in on the slight movement in the earth, and she turned her head that direction. "Is that you?" She said in reply. She was leaning back towards earth control again.....
The echoes could read the tone in Kyle's voice, and what they were catching was somewhat foreboding. Evelyn wasn't sure she wanted to know what his plan was, but she was pretty sure it wasn't something she was going to like. At this point, there was the threat to all the paintings looming over her head. She couldn't do anything to save them, and that guilt was starting to weigh down and make her attacks cleaner and more focused.
She held her ground, parrying the Samurai's attack and getting a better stance. Somehow in the encounter though the sword still nicked her skin and left a line of blood behind. Before she could move again though, Kyle moved forward and the warrior was destroyed. Pieces scattered, and Evelyn blinked in surprise. She hoped that the piece would be ok once they caught the mutant.
Hoped, but the guilt in heart was weighed by the doubt.
She didn't respond to Kyle's statement, and moved down the hall. She had to get to the mutant before this got any worse. The echoes honed in on the trail, taking note of which paintings were closest to their locations, more freshly revived. They would catch up with the mutant, and she would shut him down for good. No one messed with her art. They closed in on the American Wing, pictures going from warriors to school children who ran through the rooms, giggling and playing. Silver plates and furniture remained stationary here. This area looked somewhat innocent.
Perhaps that's why she felt it was getting more dangerous. "So, how about that plan?" She remarked slowly.
Basically, November is going to be crazy for me. Book edits, NaNoWriMo (which I really want to do this year), pre-sales and websites to set up. That and regular school work which promises to get intense as finals loom. I'm going to keep posting, but limiting how much time I commit to it!
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Oct 31, 2013 20:59:07 GMT -6
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How Evelyn ended up barefoot in an underground casino was a question lingering in the back of her mind. But with hyper-awareness, such questions didn't linger long before the echoes dutifully answered with the memories.
It started with a museum. Some paintings came to life, an friend helped defeat them, and Evelyn got injured in the process. When Forte brought her back to the mansion, however, her girlfriend confronted him about what happened. The argument ended with a rear-view mirror, and Forte having some time to think in the reflection.
It continued with an argument. Frustrated boyfriend/girlfriend, some hot coco and an eventual blow up. Gawain didn't think she should be friends with Forte. Evelyn didn't think it was necessary to cut ties with him. In the tension, she stormed out of the mansion and caught a ride to her apartment in the city.
That was where the bare feet came in. She left her shoes behind in the process.
Still annoyed, Evelyn needed to vent her frustrations, and decided to let her echoes take her on an adventure. Like the time she tracked down a sewer monster, she studied the late night behaviors and watched for something interesting. Casual conversations, people eating out at fancy restaurants who clearly didn't spend much time there, and individuals shopping for fancier suits for a night out. The trail led across the city, and somehow she ended up at a questionably legal casino. It took some fast footwork and talking to get herself inside, and once there, she blended in.
Somehow, no one seemed to question her lack of shoes. Maybe it was the fact the ceiling was an aquarium, but man of the patrons were focused on looking up. The underwater scene was beautiful, and it was certainly worth appreciating. She would have enjoyed it more if the day hadn't been so stressful, and that eventually drove her to gambling. When she sat herself down at a poker table and started playing, she quickly forgot her lack of foot-ware and decided to make progress against her lack of chips. Two rounds in and she had already made some decent money, using her frustration and powers to read the players tells. So far, the fun was turning the night around.
No shoes. No problem.
At least...not right away.
Sometimes, hyper awareness caught things that weren't immediately important. A figure with a carrying case, a demeanor of confidence moving through the room. Most of the people she was playing against were decent, but nothing impressive. This was promising to be a change in the game though. As she pulled her chips towards her, the dealer prepared to shuffle the cards. The echoes followed the colors, and she forced herself to watch. Curiosity had to be patient, at least when there were bets to be placed.
