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.
>>"Its like shaking hands with a glove full of sticks isn't it."
"It's different..." Evelyn nodded, but then shrugged her shoulders. "But I've met people with claws, fur, feathers and scales so I think I'm getting used to the variety of hand shakes."
>>Curious... The word echoes in her head and in his voice. It was always strange for someone else to do something just because they were 'curious'. She laughed aloud at that answer, and smirked somewhat ruefully. "I apologize, but I've probably used that phrase one too many times myself. Everyone told me it would get me killed. Luckily, you don't seem to have that problem." She hoped he could tell she was being good natured enough with the comment. Her social tact was still lacking at times, and it was hard to read his reactions to things. Was this a head tilt of sadness, curiosity, amusement...they all looked and read the same to her.
As the remark came up about her eyes, her smile returned though. "Ah, yeah, they do that sometimes. But few people notice so I usually forget about it. Even in a world of mutants people are quick to dismiss things as tricks in the light." She shrugged, and tucked her sketchbooks against her side. "I'd like to think I'm an artist, and I guess you could say it's a hobby. About as much of a hobby though as most people would consider breathing...Not sure life would be the same without it." There was another slip. She blinked and continued on before he took insult. Was he insulted?
The echoes memorized the pattern on his scarf. His face has been surprisingly uninformative.
Attention slipped down to his fingers, and then his....thumb....was....The echoes won this time, and she stared, trying to understand how it was possible. [No logical connections between bones. Possible force holding together--] It started rattling off ideas, and Evelyn punted the term mutant at them to get them to quiet down. Really, they needed to learn some things just weren't logical.
"I'm afraid the swap of information isn't exactly informative. My eyes change colors because of my powers. Now, the better trade would be just asking what they are....your powers, and mine." She smiled and readjusted her notebook.
Getting Forte to the ground was an accomplishment that was bittersweet. She was fairly certain he let it happen, but it was better than just kicking at him like a tree stump and hurting her own foot in the process. Eventually, she'd learn to better use her size and weight in a battle against someone bigger, but for now, the motivation was there. Unfortunately, motivation did not keep someone on the ground. In a whirl of motion, he moved, caught her in a bear hug and the ground rushed forward. Her vision and echoes blurred at the same time, and she flinched as he stopped her from hitting the dirt.
"I really hope my life won't need saving, but I appreciate the gesture." She said, getting back to her feet and letting the echoes reorient herself. She nodded at his instructions and straightened her shirt which got twisted in the tussle. "Practice should help with a lot of that... It's a lot different watching fighting and then trying it myself." She remarked. She glanced at him cautiously seeing if he was going to let up on the lesson yet. Her pulse felt like it was on an adrenaline spike, and she was getting ready to rest.
Kyle's words had a sting to them, but not because they were rude of mean. Because they were right. She couldn't predict what would happen in the real world if she was just training 'nicely'. It didn't mean she wasn't irritated, and it showed in her last ditch attack.
It didn't really have the desired effect, so she grumbled and tried twisting his arm behind his back instead. "You're impossible to fight, you know that." She snapped, kicking at the back of his leg in frustration, much like one would kick an inanimate object that was refusing to cooperate. Nice grip... Whatever. He was irritating. And right. And irritating all the more.
It was odd, having someone read her while she tried to read them. Normally, things worked the other way around. But she had never tried to analyze a skeleton before. [Head tilt. Amusement? Curiosity?] The echoes struggled to learn his body language. While it was not impossible to eventually make sense of the stranger, at the moment, he was a blank canvas slowly painting in the details.
"I'm Evelyn. Evelyn Summers. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Stark. I..." She took the hand, feeling the bony texture beneath the fabric of the glove, before releasing it and stepping back. She bit her tongue glancing back at the gate where he had been, then shaking her head. She'd let it go. If he seemed to be acting odd again, the echoes would note it. She hoped. "You have quite an interesting mutation. I have to admit my artistic side is impressed. You don't see many skeletons holding themselves together without muscles and ligaments." She mused. She stared at his neck for a moment before realizing how rude she was being and pushing it aside.
"I can't imagine what an investigator would want to do around here." She remarked with faint curiosity. She was pretty sure if there was anything big, the echoes would have picked up on it. Although, if they were anything like the skeleton man, maybe they just couldn't read it yet.
After Forte's last few attempts at 'teacher' her, Evelyn fully expected the next lunge that came to make contact, and flinched backwards, feeling the blow narrowly miss. She frowned at what he was saying, and continued to shake her head in annoyance. "But who else, other than you, is going to try to use that against me? I think you assume everyone is going to try to flirt me into submission. It doesn't work that way." She circled out of his range, trying to find a way out of this training session. As much as she appreciated the help, she wasn't agreeing with the methodology.
Slowly, he held out a hand, but she stared at it suspiciously. "I'm fine." She said slowly, then the spark of irritation returned and she tried one last time to make some dent in his defenses. Her hand locked across his hand, aiming to at least hit him in a pressure point. It was the only revenge she could think of, and her ego was really hoping at least one of these useless defense techniques would work.
It was a fairly uneventful day. No work, no training, and no real plans, so Evelyn had gathered up her sketchbooks, some art supplies and taken to the mansion grounds to relax. It had been awhile since she really just enjoyed the scenery, but she quickly settled into sketching some flowers near the front of the building. She had been there maybe an hour, paper filled with detail, when the echoes caught the sound of talking and movement.
Talking...with only one person in site.
That was odd, to say the least. While there were a variety of powers at the mansion, talking to yourself wasn't common. It was what made her own battle with the echoes look so silly at time. Turning her head just slightly, she watched the figure, and realized something else.
It was a skeleton.
It was a skeleton talking to himself.
It was rude to stare, but she found herself turning anyway squinting at his face. There were no emotions there, no echoes, nothing to tell her what he was thinking or what he had been doing or why he was talking to himself. The only things she could go on were the suit, the nice outfit, shoes, and general classy disposition. Forcing herself to be more polite, she stood and straightened her skirt, nodding his way. "Need any help?" She asked.
As Evelyn stood waiting outside the Danger Room door, there was plenty of time to think. Think, and panic, then calm down, and panic again... The bad thing about thinking faster than a normal person was there was even more time to process information and stress yourself out over things, especially tests. Normal quizzes, she didn't really mind. Memorizing answers to questions and reciting stuff was no big deal. But responding to situation challenges was something entirely different. No amount of thinking beforehand would give her the answers of what she needed to survive. She couldn't find a solution to a problem until she knew what that problem was.
She was also getting fairly acquainted with what the doors of the Danger Room looked like. Maybe she would sketch it later. Metal texture was always a challenge to work with, and thinking through the artwork helped distract her from the task at hand. But then Mirror was speaking and she was forced to listen to the instructions.
Panic resumed, but she squared her shoulders, took a deep breathe and stepped into the darkness.
Holycraptherewenttheechoes.... As the door slid shut, there was little to get feedback from beyond her footsteps. She kicked the ground slightly, listening for vibrations or echoes off any surrounding objects. The Danger Room was funny in the way it altered the senses and was never the same. She couldn't walk by memory here. Any second, something would happen.
Maybe taking up a detective gig was a better idea....
Sidestepping felt like foul play again, but that didn't even begin to describe her emotions when she stumbled and was --
"Hey!!!" Her squeak was a mixture of anger, surprise and embarrassment. The blush she thought she finally rid herself of returned, coupled with a mixture of stammering and backpedaling away. "You can't....you didn't...." The echoes were completely scrambled by her emotion, her face burning with the heat of her embarrassment, and she shook her head, backing up. "I wish I could really hit you right now." She snapped, a sulking tone in her voice.
This was something she never wanted anyone to find evidence of...ever.... There was so many levels of awkward. She couldn't even think straight.
"Jerk." Yup. That pretty much summed up her thinking.
The attacks didn't have quite the results Evelyn had been hoping for. The elbow was easily deflected and the kick just ended up making her leg sting on contact. Off balanced, the shove nearly sent her to her butt, but bending her legs just enough and jerking her foot backwards caught her balance just in time to recover. From a lower center of gravity she pivoted, and aimed her shoulder at his stomach. Still irritated and feeling less friendly, she aimed her elbow even lower. She was pretty sure she wouldn't succeed in hitting him, but it would get a point across.
"It isn't...fair trying to fight you." She grumbled, sending a knee towards the inside of his leg. Jensen had at least taught her a few pressure points, so that was fair game....if she could hit it. Executing any fighting at this point felt like a kid just mimicking a karate movie. She had the memories, but none of the practice to really follow through.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Sept 30, 2013 21:34:59 GMT -6
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Aiden wasn't really doing so great with words right now. Then again, Evelyn didn't really know him to be that well spoken. Quite, meek, somewhat intimidated and struggling with his self-esteem maybe... She pushed her hair from her face and then blinked at his next remark.
"I guess....Maybe I'm not exactly a know it all? Just a know....some stuff? I don't know. Turn of phrase I guess. I never forget though so I do know a lot...which gets annoying...." Now she was the one rambling, great. This conversation was starting to feel incredibly long again. She needed practice being social, but she wasn't sure this qualified anymore. It was just like, two people being anti-social together...
"So....how's your training gone?" She made one less chance to have a somewhat normal interaction with the younger mutant. It was a casual enough question, but the echoes were still screaming awkward awkward awkward....
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Sept 30, 2013 14:31:36 GMT -6
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Electrician.... The echoes hadn't put that much together, but it wasn't one of those professions that gave itself away easily. Some professions left clues, like the artists painted clothes, the construction workers dusty boots and calloused hands. She didn't know enough about the profession to really understand what the job entailed, but having anyone hover over her shoulder asking questions would drive her up the wall. She could understand why that would be bothersome. At least in the museum she had a back room to hide in and work. Being stuck at the task while they tried to 'help'? It made her cringe a little.
"I think some people just enjoy feeling smart. Having to have someone help with a problem can be an ego killer so telling that person what to do can just be compensation. I only get the occasional art buff at work, thankfully, but I can usually put them in their place pretty well. I get to be a professional know it all so there is a smug satisfaction in that at times." She shook her head with amusement and pushed her hair from the face. Her companion seemed to be considering her hair a little, which wasn't rare but it was always a bit amusing. Pale hair her color was an abnormality, so a lot of people linked it to a form of mutation. While she was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the echoes, it did help identify others who had powers.
"It's probably cheating since being a know it all is a mutation." She said, throwing him the verbal bone to quell his curiosity.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Sept 30, 2013 8:55:51 GMT -6
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>>"You tried out too?"
The question didn't have a negative ring to it that time at least. Considering most people seemed to think she was going to get herself killed being an x-men, that was reassuring in a small way. There was more curiosity in his statement then anything, so she relaxed a little and let the book in her hands slide shut again. "Yeah, I guess here at the mansion's the only time I've felt my powers could be useful for something more than working at a museum. Figured if I can do something good with being a know it all..." she gave a half smile then a shrug that faded quickly enough. His attempt at humor brought it back though, and she chuckled as he put the book back.
"Unless I have a pair of sai in my hands I don't think you have to worry. It's not like I can talk anyone to death. As for the teamwork, we're going to make a pretty anti-social team..." She shook her head at the mental image. Hopefully in battle they wouldn't have so much trouble having a conversation.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Sept 29, 2013 22:00:18 GMT -6
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Sometimes, Evelyn wished she could turn the echoes off. It would be easy to just listen to Gawain's words and not have to see the little signs of doubt. Sometimes, you could see it in the eyes. Something not quite as happy as the rest. Sometimes it was in the curve of the mouth, where the smile just didn't reach all the way. Training would be one thing, being on the field would be another. She wanted to prove she could be a good x-man. She wanted to make Gawain's concern seem unnecessary. That would take time though. And at least nothing was happening right away.
>>"If ya insist on getting in trouble, might was well start learnin' how to get out."
She pushed away her own doubts with a smile. "Well you are the resident expert on getting out of trouble, so at least I'm in good hands.
Posted by Evelyn Summers on Sept 29, 2013 21:53:24 GMT -6
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Aiden was doing a little bit better watching what he was saying. It was a start. She looked up from the pages of the book at his question though, and blinked her eyes once when she realized the news was still probably new.
"Oh, that. Well, I mean, I tried out too, and overheard mention of other trainees on the roaster... Perfect memory kinda keeps names in mind." Evelyn shrugged. Probably talking about dating one of the team leaders might be a grey area in this situation. She felt the feedback of echoes from Aiden starting again though, and quickly continued. "It's not like anyone talks about how we did though. That'd kinda such. But if we're working on the same team we're gonna figure out who we're working with one way or the other."
She was really bad at this socializing thing.... The book seemed much more approachable at this point....
