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 Evelyn Summers on Oct 17, 2013 11:58:02 GMT -6
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Ok, talking was helping. Evelyn no longer felt like her echoes and the rest of her brain were mangled in carnage. Still, the problem itself wasn't solved. There was still a baby. A very real baby in a basket hanging out on the table.
She suddenly had new appreciate for single parents.
>>"... unless, you know. You don't want to be..."
"No, I do. The echoes wouldn't have made such a mess of my brain if I didn't." She quickly added. "I just... I don't know how helpful I can be. I'm not really good with kids...I don't think I inherited that maternal gene." She rubbed the back of her neck nervously.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Oct 17, 2013 11:37:40 GMT -6
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The water eventually cleared most of the coughing and gradually the overwhelming chaos of information flooding through her head settled. Gawain's body language and the feedback didn't vanish however. She probably looked childish or something at this point but it was hard to explain what exactly was going through her head right now. Complicated didn't even begin to describe what it was like having your powers yank open files of information in your head and shuffle through them in the middle of an awkward conversation.
The subject about the babies 'mother' vanished though, tucked away with the baby back in the basket, and Evelyn glanced over as Gawain leaned against the counter.
>>Whatever you are thinking, just say it.
That seemed like a dangerous request.
"I'm sorry, it's just... I don't know. You're a knight, seems like the 'honorable' thing to do or whatever would to be like, go be a dad, help raise a kid. And you're pretty big on that sort of thing. And I'm sorry, I just...Too much time to think, too much over thinking... Then the echoes misread, over read things and it makes me more confused..." She rubbed her forehead, setting the glass on the counter. It took focus to keep her mind from drifting.
"I'm sorry I'm making this more complicated than it is." Her mind buzzed with the overload. This conversation was a mess.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Oct 17, 2013 11:12:47 GMT -6
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Break-up. Drunk. Future Dream. Too much information. Way too much information. Memories buzzed through Evelyn's head. Memories of Burn the City woman. Memories of jealousy. Confusion. Frustration.
She pushed herself off the doorway and tried to walk steady as she headed to the sink to get a glass of water. Composure. She could do this.
"I guess I understand. Well, not really. I mean I've never.... Never broken up with someone that is. Or, well..." Her brain awkwardly fell back into the one-night stand comment.
Any night stand.
She never.
Face beat red, she quickly took a sip of water before the glass was filled. Mirror had a baby. She at least had a cup of water now to distract herself. At least the cup of water wasn't throwing up on her. Not that throwing up felt very far away right now...
It didn't really mean anything...
Not helping.
It's not like I get around as much as Sam.
Choking, choking on water. Once her airway was free she glanced back over her shoulder. As if this conversation wasn't getting more complicated by the minute. "I didn't mean... I didn't think you had. I mean, I'm glad you're not, but..." The baby cooed. It's somewhat almost cute little interjection wasn't helping repair her echoes. Or clear her airway. The echoes buzzed with Gawain's body language, distant look of a memory crossing his face. What memory? She didn't need to know what memory.
Airway. Airway must not be clear. She took another gulp of water. Too much information. Way too much information.
Having the baby throw up in the middle of things was a temporary distraction from Evelyn's trainwreck of thoughts. Screeeeech.....not about us....craaassshhh....one night stand.
Chivalry. Yeah. That was a thing. A thing looking far more elusive as the conversation continued. Well, even Sir Gawain had his slip ups.... ironically, not so far from the current conversation--
"Gender shifting. I mean, are you sure....People have the same powers sometimes don't they?" She glanced at the kid. It didn't look like it was gender shifting. Maybe it did it at midnight like it's daaaa----
--holycrapgendershiftingonenightstandbaby.
"She's, rebound....on a mission?"Kabooom.... The echoes crawled from the wreckage like crippled passengers.
She leaned against the doorway. It felt like a little late to remember to breathe.
Evelyn's stress level was making it hard to hear the echoes. Enough that she misunderstood Gawain's hopeful sigh. He hopes he'll find her... So this royally sucked. The whole knight idea came flying back to thought. She couldn't breathe. Breathing was necessary though right? Deep breathe in....
She somewhat choked on the exhale.
"Well I guess, I mean... Maybe I can just hang out with the other trainees until you sort that out. I don't want to get in the way of your fa--your kid. Your whole parenting, mom dad..." Deep breathe. She was supposed to do something with it. The baby seemed somewhat content with it's awkward position on Gawain's shoulder. She was forced to face it now, which made this whole thing worse. The echoes fizzled, struggled to read it's body language. Did it have body language?
Maternal instincts. Anytime now. Would be useful.
"I've never really dealt with kids. I might break it."It might break me.. "I mean, if you need help, I could try..." Because watching the kid of one of your boyfriend/girlfriends past girlfriend (was it a girlfriend?) wouldn't be awkward in the least. "Or if you need like diapers or something mom never cut off my credit card so there's that..."
Finding your boyfriend/girlfriend had a baby with another woman who also happened to have a girlfriend...other woman and said girlfriend of other woman missing. Kidnapper of child of new-boyfriend-now-father won't tell location of other woman....
There was no training in the world to prepare for this situation.
"I guess I hope you find her then...." She felt like she should say more. She felt like maybe she could be upset. The situation really made the whole concept of dating look like something to regret. She had no idea what this would do. Would he stay around? Would he go look for the missing mother of his assumed kid? Did they do a dna test or something? Was there verification before making life altering decisions about said kid?
Deep breathe in....deep breathe out.
The echoes drowned in her emotions.
"You still going to do missions and stuff in the meantime or you going to take--" Babysitting leave? "A break." She tried not to glance at the kid. It wasn't it's fault it got planted in this situation. At least it had mutants for parents, right?
Was the mother a mutant? She added that to the ever growing list of confusion. Mutant child of significant other had warning signs all over it.
[Unhappy tone of voice. Exhausted body language. Stress. Confusion.] The echoes helped take away some of the stress at least. Gawain clearly was not prepared for this situation any more than she was. Although, it was probably worse for him. The kid wasn't hers, she really had no responsibility for it. She wasn't the one trying to feed it and goodness knows she wasn't the one dealing with the crying and fussing and all that other baby drama. But it didn't ease her worries completely. There were still things gnawing at the back of her mind, wedged between the logical sound of her echoes and her own tangled thoughts. She shifted her footing, and toed the invisible line to enter the room.
>>"I had... absolutely no idea. I would have told you if I did."
Lie detector sensors buzzed with the truth. Good enough for now...
"Yeah, word gets around...Especially with the echoes...So, what are you going to do?" It was open ended. What would he do about the baby? What would he do about the mother? What would he do now that he thought he was a parent? It felt silly that she was worried about herself in this situation, but she couldn't help it. She was worried about that too. Maybe after this she could go train in the danger room. At least she had that she could focus on now...
The blush, the tone of voice. It told way too much in just a few actions. Evelyn felt like her stomach was in a million pieces, turning, blended, insides unnaturally twisting inside her. Her thoughts raced, words tangling and jumbling inside her. She tired to stay calm. Inside her head there was only chaos.
"So, uh, I'm pretty new on the whole dating thing, but I really don't know what the protocol is when the other party magically acquires a child..."
Somehow, her voice was calm. Years of holding it together at dinner parities with her parents might have helped. She stayed in the doorway, and slowly glanced at the kid. She always watched girls around kids with their cooing and baby talk and instant attraction to them, but none of that was kicking in. Maybe it was the echoes. Maybe it was the boyfriend sitting next to the kid. She felt like she was lacking some necessary maternal instincts to get through this.
The mansion was known for ridiculous rumors. Enough that Evelyn typically didn't give much credit to them. While she hadn't spent much time in school, she knew gossip couldn't always be trusted.
But when you hear a rumor your girlfriend/boyfriend suddenly has a kid, it becomes somewhat hard to ignore.
The initial news sounded too odd to be true. After all, how could you have a kid and not know about it? If you were a girl, seemed pretty impossible.
But Mirror happened to also be a boy. And that's where the echoes broke.
Evelyn tried not to panic unnecessarily. But the thoughts that went through her head at the what ifs made it hard not to panic at all. If Gawain had a kid, Gawain was a knight. Wasn't that whole chivalry thing to like, rush to the mother's side when you found out, make her an honest woman, something silly like that? But what if you had a girlfriend? What happened then?
It was far too much for Evelyn to process and she found herself very in need of something to eat. Popcorn, something munchy. Anything.
Her craving for popcorn vanished the minute she saw the x-men in the kitchen in a wriggling bundle of holycrapisthatyours sitting on the table. She tried to keep her face neutral as she coughed at the doorway, and rubbed the back of her neck.
There were no echoes. She was pretty sure they stopped working about the same time she stopped breathing.
"You have no idea. Someday it'd be really nice to be able to at least turn off the echoes for a short amount of time. There are some times you just don't want a backseat driver in life." And that was what it really came down to. Whether or not the voices were 'hers' didn't matter. Sometimes, she just wanted to have a little more quiet to her thought process. Then again, maybe her own thinking was so used to having the echoes she'd still get the chatter.
That would suck... she stopped thinking about it.
"Maybe one of these days I'll find a copy to watch when I have time to kill. Although hopefully things will be a little more busy adding training to the mix." She was both dreading and excited for the prospect. Training had mixed results for her. Sometimes she felt more confident in what she was doing. Othertimes she learned new weaknesses and that made her worried. It was hard to know what would happen.
The books part of the conversation was a lot easier to get into. They were in a library after all. "I'll keep an eye out for it next time I'm in town. Books and I get along much better anyway." Less hard for the echoes to critique her own imagination.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Oct 16, 2013 19:42:30 GMT -6
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Evelyn's confusion transformed into relief, and then excitement to hear she'd done well. But relief. Relief was definitely the strongest emotion. "I...I just. Thanks. I think I may celebrate with some Tylenol now though." She sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck, tangled hair catching on her fingers.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Oct 16, 2013 19:04:18 GMT -6
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The echoes sorting themselves out enough to catch Gawain's blush, and Evelyn tried to give a reassuring smile. "It's ok. At least it's nothing permanent." At least she didn't pass out. Rebooting during a tryout could have flunked her for sure. Had she passed? She didn't know. The echoes kept repeating random nonesense about Gawain's body language, and Evelyn felt a touch of color on her own face.
The color turned pure red at the compliment. "Oh, that. I uh, it wasn't that smart was it? It was a lot better not dealing with the lights though. Just glad the room didn't try moving itself on me." Closing her eyes would have stopped looking cool at the point she ran face first into a wall.
>>"You passed, by the way."
The comment was nearly missed, then Evelyn realized what he said and her expression was somewhere between excitement and surprise. "I did? I mean...."
[Mirrorwalker. Mirror. Danger room. No monsters.] Passed... She was going to be an x-men. She wasn't sure if she should feel more pressure now or less.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Oct 16, 2013 18:20:13 GMT -6
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As Gawain appeared next to her, Evelyn accepted the hand and shakily got to her feet. Her head hurt and she felt a bit dizzy now, but at least things were over and her brain didn't feel like it was getting torn five different directions. She managed a small smile, and rubbed her forehead to try and ease the mental strain.
"I'm ok. Head hurts a bit, but that'll fade. Or I can get some headache medicine..." Medicine was sounding good right now.
[Mirror. Mirrorwalker.] Delayed input from the echoes almost made her laugh.
"I think the echoes are a little scrambled though....I'm going to be hearing useless chatter for a while..." She admitted, already feeling annoyed with the choppy incoherent analysis.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Oct 16, 2013 16:42:30 GMT -6
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Without the distraction of lights, Evelyn had a small amount of mental relief, but it also took away much of her tactical power. The echoes relied heavily on site, and without it, they had to focus on the sounds, which were getting more and more murky. Wings bashed against her hair and ears, claws tangling in her while locks and pulling them loose from her ponytail. One or two might have scratched her, but the headache she was facing made everything else fuzzy.
At least, it felt like it was the headaches fault.
[Attacker, left. Sai went together to protect her face, the blow knocking her into the wall. The force of the attack was different than the last couple monsters, different enough she opened her eyes. What she saw was a giant bear like creature lumbering forward, tiger like stripes running down it's sides. Lights streamed across it, a horrid rainbow reflecting shadows off the flying monsters. A paw slashed out, she dodged--
WHMPH.
--straight into the cloud-like beast. The air was gone, the smell was horrendous, her legs buckled and she toppled back out the other side. Clear from the vapors she gasped for air, only to have a giant paw press down on her chest. She couldn't locate the sai, and there were lights [Bear-tiger. Lights. Bat creatures. Perfume. Train. Roar. Danger.] She squinted up at the swimming image dizzily, making out the shape of a paw slashing for her face. The echoes were too disoriented to let her move.
And everything stopped.
Slowly, the objects in the room faded. Monsters vanished, lighting returned to normal, sounds stopped and even the sai disappeared. Evelyn rolled her her knees, arms shaking and head still throbbing. The echoes, however, were still wired with adrenaline, chattering senselessly. [Metal room. Normal. Danger Room. Training environment. Danger?] The program ending was both welcomed and disappointing. Had she made it? Had she failed?
A strand of tangled white hair fell across her vision. She jumped, and the echoes dumbly identified the familiar locks.
As if having bat-creatures nesting in your hair wasn't bad enough, the room decided it wasn't done with the light show. Painfully bright, dim, then colorful flickers of lights splashed across the monsters. Stabs that should have made contact were suddenly too high or low, the echoes struggling to assess the situation. The smells grew intense next, the scent of perfume almost suffocating for a second, then turning into food smells that completely masked the monster she had smelt approaching. Then the noise started muffling her hearing, the rattle of trains, the peel of thunder, the rustling of a thousand books taking the place of the animal snarls in her ears.
[Approaching....approaching...] The echoes tried focusing on the hissing they had heard before, but it was drowned in the sound of a car revving. The more the echoes struggled to think, the slower they made her movements. Her eyes were pale silver, blue gone as her powers took control. [Danger. Sounds. Lights. Danger. Perfume. Bats. Pain. Danger.]
Out of the fog of lights, a snarling creature broke through the fray of flying animals. Teeth clamped onto one of the sai, snarling as it tried to pull it from her grasp. Evelyn stumbled, swinging the for it's eyes, slashing across it's jawline instead. The ground was tilting...
No, she was tilting.
Dragged by her weapon she fell sideways, brain swimming with echoes and useless information. None of it was relevant. [Everything. Relevant. Relevant. Attackers. Danger. Snarling. Lights. Danger.] She was going to fail.
The test. Become an x-men. Defend herself.
Her knee swung up, making contact with the jaw, freeing her sai. She shut her eyes, blocking out the light and focusing on the sounds instead. The tuned out the distracting noises, and tried to focus on one thing at a time. First, the hissing creature that had returned. She could barely make out the snuffling of claws on the ground, and stabbed for first one then the other as she backed away. She knew where the walls were. Or, at least where the walls had been. She ducked down the maze a few feet and swung out again, panting heavily with the effort. Her legs were shaking, her arms burned, and her head was throbbing with the headache and the almost dizzying amount of information. Her attacks were less precise, more staggered. If she fell again, she was fairly certain she wasn't getting up.
