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 Sebastian on Nov 20, 2011 13:29:32 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
He needed clothes. Being only a bedroom, Noel's place didn't exactly have easy access to water to wash the ones he had, and, having only one set, it was rather difficult to wash them without risk of indecency. He had tried it once, in the men's locker room sink. He'd borrowed a teenage girl sized t-shirt that proclaimed he was the “New Kids on the Block, No. 1 fan! <3” and a pair of pants that weren't meant to accommodate a tail, so ended up being accidental low riders. His midriff had never felt so exposed as it was in front of champion boxers as they showered.
He was not going to repeat that experience ever again.
So, he went shopping. He had a wallet, and in the wallet a card with numbers on it. This card he had seen other people use at stores in place of payment, so he thought he'd try it out.
Using a credit card was even easier than stealing.
He purchased several shirts, ties, three suit jackets, and a long black coat that the clerk insisted looked “fabulous” on him. Whether is was fabulous or not, it was keeping him warm as he finished his errands. It had gotten chilly outside in recent days.
He made a stop at his favorite fabric outlet to pick up enough supplies to at very least tailor his clothes to fit his unique shape. The fabric outlet happened to be next to a bookstore. Sebastian had never been in it before, but for some reason, tucking his tail under his arm so it wouldn't get caught in the revolving door seemed very familiar.
Heads turned toward him as he entered. Employees elbowed each other.
Apparently this was the kind of store that had prejudiced employees. One obvious mutant walks in and they all had to watch him the whole time he was shopping to make sure he didn't steal.
The unicorn man ignored them as he browsed through the medical section, then the religion section. There was nothing new and exciting happening in medicine, at least, nothing that was being published. In religion, he picked up a copy of the Bhagavad Gita, which he hadn't read in quite a long time, as well as a copy of the Qaran, which he had never read at all. Finally, under the watchful eyes of the employees, he made his way to the cash register and handed over his credit card.
Suckers. Like he would pay with real money.
There was a cat on the counter, with a familiar-for-some-reason pattern of black spots here and there. Sebastian reached over to scritch him under the chin as the clerk rang up his “purchase”.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 20, 2011 12:51:48 GMT -6
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The way she said his name made it seem like she might resent slightly the fact that her master had delegated the task of teaching this intruder a lesson. He gave her half a smile across the church. She was the apprentice, she had to prove herself, too. She couldn't only fight him all the time.
As Forte announced his name and lunged himself toward Noel, Sebastian watched with mild interest when his helmet sprouted wings on top. Really, the things people did for fashion these days. He hoped Noel kept in mind that the guy could have other surprises in store that weren't merely cosmetic ones.
The unicorn man backed out of the long pew he was in and wandered toward the front. Really, the best view would be up near the front, where the lone blonde woman sat with her camera. It was almost as if she had come to the church expecting something exciting and photo-worthy to happen.
The unicorn man slid into the seat next to her. Now that he was up close, he remembered where it was he had seen her before. At a family dinner at the Sanctuary right as he was moving out.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 19, 2011 0:19:06 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The minister gaped at the two men at the back of the church, one in red and black, the other all white and pale grey. They were really going to fight in the middle of his church service? It looked that way. He cleared his throat once again and shrugged to his parishoners.
“The service today is cancelled. Communion will be served down the street at the Key's Cafe, for any who are interested.” He grabbed the covered tray of tiny wine cups, the plate of wafers, and the offering plate off the alter in a three layer cake of holiness and exited through a side door. Any remaining people in the congregation took it as their cue to leave, too.
Sebastian simply raised one eyebrow at the masked man in front of him as his muffled voice proclaimed his intentions. Then the unicorn relaxed his stance, lowering his hand from the hilt of his weapon. He no longer believed that this supercillious man could really pose a threat.
“You come to challenge someone without knowing his name or anything about him? You demand that he give you his name, when you have neither given yours, nor even bothered to show your face?” It was both rude and arrogant. Perhaps his little lady should have told him to challenge the river and that the most direct route would be to jump off the bridge. His chances of survival might have been higher.
The corner of the unicorn man's mouth twitched upwards in the mockery of a smile.
“Why should I bother?”
The man was wearing boots the likes of which the immortal had only ever seen on hookers and drag queens, a shiny pajama shirt, and knives tied to his elbows. Not to mention the motorcycle helmet that no doubt was intended to protect his pretty face from being smashed. Young, cocky, perhaps gifted with some kind of power to back up his bravado (because elbow knives just weren't going to cut it), but probably no more control over it than he had over his own impulsive behavior.
No, it was unlikely to be a very interesting fight.
“How about this? You fight my apprentice. If you can best her, then I'll fight you.” Sebastian held out his hand to invite Noel to step forward from her hiding place.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 13, 2011 20:57:23 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The next week Sebastian beat the religion majors to the table. That meant he got to choose the topic of conversation.
“What are the essential ingredients for starting a religion that spreads across the whole world?”
“Nice one.” D.J., the one with the nose ring, bro-patted Sebastian on the back, “Well, guys?”
“Teachings, written in a holy book or passed down verbally through the generations. Answers to why the world is the way it is,” Hal responded quickly, pushing up his horn rimmed glasses as they slid down his nose.
“A diety, dieties, or spirits. Something bigger than us, for people to look up to,” Perry responded next, steepling his long graceful fingers in a thoughtful pose.
“You gotta have a moral code,” Arianna stated conclusively. Though she rarely spoke up, the males in the group listened when she did, because her answers were always well thought out.
“What? Why,” the unicorn man asked, surprised. He had survived this long without any particular moral code. Why would anyone want to sign up for a religion that imposed a bunch of rules on them?
“Well, that's the whole point of religion, isn't it? Follow this path and you will reach enlightenment. Follow these commandments and you'll go to heaven. Follow these rules and receive everlasting life. See the pattern? There has to be a moral code, so people think they are sacrificing something in this world to earn something in the next one. The religion can also control the people that way, because if they break the code, they can be punished.”
The unicorn man nodded thoughtfully along with the three other coffee shop regulars.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 13, 2011 15:46:12 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The exam over, Sebastian found himself wandering campus. He hadn't had much cause to do so in the past. Usually he was rushing off to get back to... work or something. He couldn't really remember what his big rush had been all the time. Today he walked slowly and found himself standing in a line to get tea from the little coffee shop on the corner.
A couple of religion majors stood in line in front of him, arguing over which was the purest of the religions born in Asia. Sebastian couldn't help but notice, and point out, that they had some of their facts wrong about the founding of some of those religions. Didn't they realize that Buddha was a mutant who could travel to the spiritual realm and back again?
An hour later Sebastian glanced at his watch again, and realized that he was late to his own sword practice session.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 13, 2011 12:13:15 GMT -6
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Sebastian dropped a large stack of papers onto the professor's desk.
Dr. Edward Shaw stroked his beard, thoughtfully following the lines of the scars along his jaw, though they were hidden by his facial hair. He stared at the pile for a moment, then at the unicorn man in fornt of him.
“Mr. Csendes, you've missed class for almost two weeks. I thought you were...”
“This is all the homework that I've missed. I believe there is also an exam this afternoon? I'd like to sit in on it.”
The professor raised an eyebrow. This particular student was not usually so forward. He flipped through the pages of homework. It seemed both complete and correct.
“While I admire your tenacity in this situation, I am afraid that this is most irregular.”
“With all due respect, sir, I've had some rather irregular experiences in the past few days, but I'd like to continue my studies.”
“Ah. Well.” Dr. Shaw straightened the stack of papers by tapping the edge against his desk as he considered the unusual circumstance that stood in front of him. Really, the man's request itself was not terribly strange or difficult to grant. That, and while the doctor had a strong dislike (to put it mildly) for mutants, he found this particular one to be rather fascinating.
The idea of harnessing his incredible healing ability had been one that had obsessed the doctor ever since he had first felt it's power. He stroked his jaw again. The unicorn man probably didn't even remember healing him or escaping from his laboratory after the series of tests he and his colleagues had run on him while he was unconscious. He had simply shown up to the school one day and asked to learn the science of medicine. A healer! Learning about how to heal with tools rather than his rather remarkable powers.
Sebastian tapped his finger on the desk as he waited for his teacher's response, “I also have a question. What do you know about the effect of mutant blood transfusions to humans or other mutants? Also, what effect would that have if the mutant in question was a healer?”
Dr. Shaw gave the papers one more tap, “I'll see to it that the proctors prepare one more copy of the test. We can discuss your other question during my office hours tomorrow.”
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 13, 2011 0:33:08 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The minister had just finished sharing some touching personal story to which Sebastian hadn't really been paying attention, and was winding up to start the main message of his serman, when a gust of wind caught the door that someone had opened (quite a bit after the 'fashionably late' time frame) and slammed it shut again.
The minister stared, which in turn caused several other pairs of eyes in the congregation to turn and look at the person causing the commotion. Streaks of black and red hair disappeared under a motorcycle helmet, except for the long ends that stuck out the bottom in the back. A male voice rang out, asking if there were any trouble makers who needed a lesson in manners.
Only one, thought the unicorn man in the back row, as he stood to get a better view of what was going on. For a moment, he could have sworn that it was a male version of Syn standing there.
Several others in the congregation also stood. In this part of town, if someone strange bursts into a church mid service, it was sometimes best to head for the exits. Sensing trouble, this is what several people did. The guy did have knives strapped to his arms, after all. Sebastian stood his ground, his hand hovering on the hilt of his sword, but waiting to see what happened before he took action.
The minister cleared his throat.
“Ah. Ahem. Welcome. Today's lesson is actually about repentance, not manners. If you'd like to take a seat?” He held out his hand to indicate an open pew. There had been a lot of vacancies before the man had barged in. There were more now.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 6, 2011 21:10:59 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
There was something missing in his life. He could feel it, he just didn't know what it was.
He enjoyed his time with Noel, he was proud to be getting back into shape, but he still felt like his life had no meaning. He didn't have any real goal or purpose. He didn't have any reason to be.
It was kind of depressing.
He went for walks, sometimes alone and sometimes with Noel, but that didn't really help. The neighborhood around the gym was grimy, and there wasn't a green space anywhere near it. The concrete and steel seemed to press in on him from all sides, blocking out the sky and trapping him.
On this particular day everything was grey. The buildings, the sky, the trash in the streets, the people who slept amidst the trash in the streets. All of it, without life or color. Even Noel, walking next to him, wore a grey coat.
Sebastian didn't see the point in talking today. He was having trouble seeing the point of anything.
The sound of bells cut through the early morning fog, clamoring for attention. They wandered toward it. For some reason Sebastian felt drawn to it. He wanted to see if the bell was having any success at bringing hope to the people of New York.
The congregation in the church was small. The cushions on the pews were threadbare. The organ was out of tune. The stained glass windows were dull with no sunlight to bring them to life. When the offering plate went around, only a few sweaty crumpled bills decorated the bottom.
Sebastian found a seat in the last row, arms crossed, daring the minister to bring meaning to his life.
In all his thousands of years of life, he had met plenty of people who claimed to be gods. They performed miracles, they gathered followers, they dazzled, they preached, they healed, they raised the dead, they transmuted water into wine and lead into gold, they created codes of conduct, they punished the unbelievers, they claimed to have created the world, they built themselves temples and pyramids and castles and shrines, they put themselves up on pedestals, had their faces painted on walls and vases and carved from stone.
In the end, they all died. Every single one.
If there was a real god, one that had created this whole messy world, Sebastian hadn't seen any evidence of him. If there was a real god, he had abandoned this world to its own devices and humans and mutants and kings and pretend gods had royally messed it up.
That same god, if he existed, had stuck him here in this world and left him with no escape route. He couldn't even die if he wanted to.
Sebastian tightened his fists in his lap, and glared at the dark image in the glass window.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 6, 2011 20:02:11 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian slept like the dead until well after noon. Then, he wished he was dead. He was sore everywhere. Muscles he hadn't even remembered existed complained about the abuse they had received the night before. His left shoulder in particular was unhappy.
He managed to stumble to the bathroom, despite the soreness of his legs, and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
How had he let himself become so weak and flabby? Clearly this was something that needed to be remedied. Immediately, if not sooner. He wanted to cross swords with Noel again, to fight the most epic battle of the millennia, but if that was going to happen he needed to be in shape.
Luckily he was in the exact right place to do that.
The next couple of weeks became a routine of sword exercises, weight lifting, and getting his face pounded inside out by boxing champions, avoiding eye contact with MacMillan, tutoring Noel through more sword exercises, healing while he slept (and snuggled), and waking up sore to start the whole process all over again.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 3, 2011 19:56:11 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian sighed and finally decided to just sleep with the pants on. He rolled up the bottoms a couple of inches to minimize the dirt he'd get on the sheets, then crawled in after Noel.
It wasn't that either of them was very big. It was simply a very small bed. Sebastian couldn't really lay on his back or stomach without sticking out the side, so he had to lay on his side. That meant he kind of overlapped on Noel's side just a bit, but she was also laying on her side facing the wall, which meant that they could both fit if he copied the angle she was sleeping at.
It sounded like she was asleep before he even finished settling himself in. The unicorn man was not far behind.
True to his agreement even in sleep, he did not snore. However, he did not promise not to move in his sleep. He wasn't one to roll suddenly, to kick, or to punch, however, he had spent much of his life living without central heating and in the winter the easiest way to stay warm in bed was to cuddle up next to someone else. Old habits died hard.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 2, 2011 21:00:53 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
“Mind control and licking knowledge off of fingers, you have one of the more interesting sets of talents I've ever encountered,” Sebastian couldn't quite stifle a yawn. “You'll have to tell me more about it sometime.” Like when they weren't both falling asleep standing up.
“I agree to your terms,” the unicorn nodded gravely. It was a much better arrangement than any of his other options. He still wished for a shower, but he was a little afraid of monsters out in the hallway, so he supposed he could just sleep as he was for now and bathe in the morning.
He started to unbutton his ruined shirt, and then frowned down at the wet bottoms of his pants. He really didn't want to wear them into bed, but he highly doubted that Noel had a pair in his size with a tail hole in the back.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 1, 2011 18:32:15 GMT -6
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While Sebastian was ready to talk about this like an adult, the big guy with the big fists apparently was not. At least, not until Noel took care of things. He was a little afraid to let her step in front of him, because the beefy guy was about ready to punch someone and the healer would rather it be his face that got broken and not a pretty lady's, but she insisted, so he let her.
There wasn't really room for her to stand next to him, so Sebastian got out of her way the only real way he could: by sitting on the bed. All she did was look him in the eyes, and then they both stood there dazed for a moment. Sebastian wasn't able to see her eyes from the angle he was at, be both of them were moving their lips. Beefy lips moved aimlessly, while thin feminine lips moved with purpose, though he couldn't tell what she was saying from his angle.
Then, in a sudden change of heart, the man told her off and slammed the door in Noel's face.
Sebastian stood, eyebrows quirked in confusion. With a gentle hand on her arm he turned her away from the door and back to face him.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 31, 2011 21:29:47 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
“There is no need to be sorry,” Sebastian declined her apology, but let her slip out of his grasp and sink to the edge of the bed. He reached past her to grab the pink quilted comforter off of her bed and wrap it around her shoulders. “Here, put that on at least.”
Ah, sex. That explains things.
He cringed as she yelled back through the door, not for the content, but for the volume of all the pounding and shouting that was going back and forth. This was getting a little silly. They were all adults here, even if one of them did live with her father and still have pink lacy bed sheets.
Sebastian went back and unlocked and opened the door, right as a big fist was about to pound on it again. The fist stopped short, surprised.
The unicorn man regarded the tall man in front of him.
“With all due respect sir, it has been a long night.” His clothing was testament to that; his pants were mud caked half way up to his knees, his shirt was wrinkled, ripped, and stained with blood, sweat, and dirt. “All we want is a place where we can get cleaned up and then sleep in peace. Is this such a place, or do we need to go elsewhere?”
