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 Mar 5, 2012 20:31:21 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian walked into Future Sight, newspaper under his arm. For some reason the place seemed familiar, but he couldn't place why. There was a girl behind the register with a rat on her shoulder. The rat wore a sweater. There was a whole stack of little sweaters, actually, in her hands. She didn't seem at all happy about that fact. She was flipping through the stack, angrily, one at a time, as if counting. She reached the end then tossed the whole bunch back into the bottom of the box that was sitting in her lap.
Only then did she realize there was someone standing on the other side of the register. He was paper white with a spiral horn coming out of his head. He was going to start the apocalypse and everyone knew it except for him. It was Sebastian.
“Have I come to the right place?” The unicorn man set his newspaper down on the counter and pointed out the advertisement. The Oracle from Delphi: Curious about your future? Get answers NOW. Come consult the oracle to get a head start on what's a head. This was followed by the address of the shop they were currently in.
Letitia smirked. The unicorn man didn't realize it, but they had had this exact same conversation before. Now all she had to do was recite her lines.
"Yup, you've found us! We take payment in advance. Here is our price list. The amount largely depends on how specific you want the oracle to be. General prediction or specific question?"
“A specific question,” the unicorn answered. Of course. Letitia waited while he counted out the bills. She fingered through her stack of sweaters at the same time. There were more sweaters than there were bills. She was going to find whoever had...
“Ah, thank you, I'll go get the oracle,” she smiled a sickly sweet, completely fake smile to cover her anger over the little sweaters and made her way through the bright purple curtain into the room beyond.
A moment later a blonde girl wearing sunglasses appeared in her place. She looked young, no more than sixteen or seventeen.
“You're the oracle?” The unicorn man asked, slightly incredulous. She wasn't what he had expected at all. Not that he had known what to expect, but she wasn't it.
“What is your question?”
“How can I unite the world without harming those around me?”
The blonde girl bit her lip, thoughtfully, as if trying to compose her answer to that question. “Let's see, shall we?” She removed her sunglasses and looked into the unicorn man's eyes.
Posted by Sebastian on Mar 5, 2012 20:28:45 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
His time was nearly halfway up.
Funny, how fast time could turn when one actually had a deadline.
Four months ago, when he had made his promise to Lori, he hadn't really thought he would now be in his current position. He was the leader of a church, a group that was actually making a positive difference in the world. He had united a group of people who believed in that cause. He had made those people more powerful as a group than they had ever been as individuals.
They were good people.
Even Malako.
And yet, he had a promise to fulfill. He didn't need any tattoo markings or threats of possible injury or death to make him keep his promises. He had given his word and that was enough. He had united a large group, but Lori had wanted everyone united, the whole world standing together. In a little under five months now. No religion was going to spread that fast.
He had built something. Now he just had to make sure it was strong enough to stand on its own, because he wasn't going to let them get torn down with him. It wasn't their choice to become the enemy of the world. It was his own.
To fulfill his promise to unite the whole word he had to fall.
Posted by Sebastian on Mar 3, 2012 15:13:58 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
“It's a deal, then,” but really, who sealed this kind of business negotiation with a handshake? Sebastian stood and, like a victorious sailor finally home after a long war, swept Lori backwards into a deep kiss.
An old lady, who perhaps knitted her own doily coasters for her home, gasped with the shock of it all. She hadn't heard any of their conversation because she had forgotten her hearing aids today, but her eyes worked perfectly fine, thank you, and she didn't appreciate such public displays of affection. If her walker were not just out of reach, she would just get up and whap that young man, here and now.
The unicorn man let the blonde go with a grin. “Until next time, Lori.”
Posted by Sebastian on Mar 3, 2012 12:58:30 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Andrew Julius apparently didn't like being head locked by the immortal cat boy who had just stabbed him nearly to death then turned him into a puppy, introduced him to his unicorn boss and gave him used clothing from a donations box. Imagine that.
At least Malako was going to do what Sebastian asked, and recruit the boy in the most friendly of possible ways, completely coercion free. The elder immortal also got to learn something from this experience: while he could trust his fuzzy little sidekick with quite a lot, he had both a soft spot and a rebellious streak. That simply meant that there were still some things Sebastian would have to do on his own. That was fine; it was what he was used to.
“Well, it is quite late, and its been a long day. We should perhaps make our ways home for the evening. It was nice to meet you, Andrew. I hope you won't be afraid to come back again. I'd like to meet you again under less disagreeable conditions.”
Sebastian smiled sincerely and held the door for both of the boys. This way to the front door, gentlemen.
Posted by Sebastian on Mar 3, 2012 11:21:43 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Wait, what? He was entertaining not only another immortal, but two of them?
He didn't hide who he was, especially not since the Church of Eternal Life had started up. By now he was used to people knowing who and what he was. He was also used to knowing who the other immortals were in the world. Or maybe that wasn't correct. Maybe he was simply used to knowing who the splashy immortals were, the ones that were likely to make the newspapers for several decades in a row.
Maybe there were more immortals out there than he thought. Or at least, long lived mutants, “immortal” until proven otherwise.
The unicorn man blinked his surprise, then smiled at the two. Maybe they came out now because of the name he had chosen for the church.
“Welcome, once again,” he smiled. “I never realized who I was entertaining today.” He tilted his head at the girl's question. It was not an altogether surprising question. He supposed she had lost someone she cared about and wanted to heal them back to life or some such nonsense. Sebastian hadn't ever really felt that way about anyone before, though he knew his powers didn't work that way. He had tried at some point, for the sake of the experiment.
“I'm afraid that once a soul is parted from the flesh, my ability no longer works to heal that flesh.”
There was a man, though, who worked as a medium in this city whose powers could help, when combined with Sebastian's own.
“Perhaps if the person's spirit still has not moved on, we could find a way to pin it in his or her body while I heal their flesh. It has a possibility of working.”
Sebastian hadn't thought about Tarin in awhile now. He really should go check in with his old colleague and see how he was doing. His abilities could be quite a useful addition to Sebastian's team, now that he thought about it. Also, these two people before him, were already immortals in their own right; so very interesting.
“As you mentioned, I am a healer. I can also shift my physical age to look as young or old as I wish and take on the form of a unicorn. Do your mutations come with any other gifts, other than your long lives?” Sebastian was curious, for it was a curious topic. That, and he wanted to know how useful these two could be for his plans and assess how willingly they would acquiesce to a request to join him in his cause. Not that they needed to know that part.
Bros stuck up for each other. No matter what century you were born in, this was always the case. Sebastian and Aedus stood united, and Noel's stony look crumbled in the face of their solidarity. If the fistbump had been invented a few centuries earlier, Sebastian might have thought to use it in this instance. It wasn't, and so he didn't, but he did give Aedus a hearty pat on the shoulder.
No harm done. See, he was still good as new. Better, even, perhaps. He was also shirtless, which made it obvious how much he worked out. Sebastian estimated that he could have gotten the shirt clean again just by rubbing it a few times against those abs of his.
It did not matter how often or how long the unicorn man worked out. He wouldn't, even in a million years, have a figure like that. He'd always be slim. In shape, strong, yes, but slim.
Well, if Aedus was going to show off what nature gave him, then Sebastian could too, in a slightly different manner of speaking; Noel had her hand on her sword and looked ready to go. Sebastian grinned.
The air almost seemed to hum, as if it was singing along with the dance of Sebastian's blade. Faster, faster, advance, lunge, parry, riposte, passe-avant, pirouette. Sebastian spun, and there, standing at the back of the church watching him, was the young insect summoner, Agnes, kindly waiting for him to finish his exercises.
The immortal saluted her with his blade, bowing low, then walked back to where she stood.
“You must forgive me, my lady. I hope you were not waiting too long?”
He set his sword on the pew with it's mate and reached for his handkerchief from in his coat pocket with which he wiped the little bit of salty moisture off of his face. His left shoulder was burning satisfactorily from the effort, both with pain and with icy healing.
“I wasn't expecting any company this morning, but I am certainly glad to see you again. What brings you here so early in the day, Ms. Nicholas?”
The immortal had thought she would find her way here, but when he had originally given her the address, he had thought it would be sooner. At one point he had considered seeking her out again, though in a less violent manner than the first time, but he had gotten caught up in other things; moving, Malako's new puppy, these strange attacks by an imposter unicorn, and other various aspects of life had gotten in the way.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 26, 2012 23:04:37 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
What a fun juxtaposition this was. Malako, the yes-man who bent over backwards to get him cars and apartments he didn't really need and more information than he could ever hope to use, could, in the same breath call him 'Boss Man' and then proceed to tell him in no uncertain terms what he, Sebastian, was going to do or not do.
Fuzzy eared little Malako had opinions about things. Cute.
>>“Ain't no one going to hurt my new best friend.”
Not even you, Boss Man. Sebastian knew how to read between the lines.
He smiled at the young immortal, an earnest smile, because as rebellious as Malako might be feeling, and as sarcastic as he was, he was still doing exactly as Sebastian wanted. In fact, he was even less worried about the possibility of having to force the green haired Styx to join them than he had been before now that the fledgling immortal was so adamantly opposed to the other alternative.
“Excellent. With you protecting him, I trust he'll have nothing to worry about.”
There wasn't the scarcest trace of sarcasm in the unicorn man's voice.
“Now, Andrew Julius Leroy, we have not yet been introduced properly,” for shame, Fuzzy. Where were his manners? “My name is Sebastian Csendes.” He offered his hand in the centuries old gesture of greeting.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 26, 2012 21:27:20 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The green haired boy wanted privacy for changing, that was fine. Malako and his cartoon duck shirt did not get that luxury. Sebastian needed to talk to him.
“We need him,” the elder immortal intoned quietly as soon as a solid door closed between those who who never die and those who almost died that very evening. The unicorn man did not really think about waiting around until the younger immortal had pants on before telling him this.
“His power is too strong to not have on our side,” and it would make their side considerably stronger.
“It would be best if he came to us willingly, though,” force could work, but if they were all going to live forever, using force now could come back to bite them far in the future. If they committed to that sort of thing now, it was like making a promise to themselves that they always would. He was not about to commit to that if he could help it.
“I need you to find out more about him. Find out what his motivations are. Become his friend, whatever it takes.”
Malako was almost changed now. The duck shirt looked like its previous owner had been very young.
“Like I said before, you may need to start by being a little nicer.”
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 26, 2012 19:17:15 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Pain and possible death, along with the ever visible sign of a permanent mark on the skin. Gods, that could be useful. If he wanted to be, the boy could be king of the world by now. He'd probably look like a Maori native, but no one would care at that point. He'd be king. He would probably start a whole new fashion trend that healers like Sebastian could never be a part of.
Theoretically, if that was coupled with immortality so promises could theoretically last for all eternity, he could bind a whole army of immortals to his will.
That was a truly terrifying thought.
Also, an intriguing one.
It sounded as though the power was a double edged sword, which meant it could potentially be used against him.
There was so much potential here.
“A little water will take care of any residue, then rub it completely dry with a soft cloth,” he informed his sarcastic sidekick. “There is probably an extra shirt in the clothing bin you could use.”
Malako's promise had been to not kill the boy. Then he had stabbed him through the stomach. Then he had turned him into a dog and brought him straight to a healer to keep him from dying. Was that because of a sudden change of heart, or was that the power of the promise he had made? No wonder he was sulking about it.
Well he had better deal with his issues, because it was about to become his job to get to know the green haired boy better. A lot better. Sebastian had decided; they needed this boy on their side.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 26, 2012 17:09:53 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The boy was a walking river Styx. He shrugged about it, and maybe he didn't realize how strong that type of power could be. Strong and potentially very dangerous. Then again, maybe he was perfectly well aware and was just downplaying things.
“What happens if you or someone else attempts to break the promise?”
He sounded politely curious, but on the inside he was doing several quick calculations on what series of events could lead this boy to join their cause. Good, honest belief in the cause? Coercion? They simply didn't know enough about the boy to know what would best motivate him. Clearly this needed to be remedied. For now, they would go with being friendly, they could always change tactics at a later date.
“Malako, be nice. What was it you promised him anyway?” Depending on what it had been, especially knowing how long that promise potentially needed to be kept... Sebastian could see why he might have lost his temper and sheathed his blade in the green haired boy's stomach.
“Make sure you clean that properly. Nothing rusts a blade quicker than blood,” the sword instructor in him couldn't help but add.
“Yes excellent idea, we wouldn't want you to catch a cold. The clothing drive donation bins are this way.” Down the hall, toward the kitchens, the unicorn man led them, turning on lights as they went.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 26, 2012 16:13:30 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Then, quite suddenly the puppy was a young man again. A much heavier man than puppy. The unicorn, no matter how much he worked out couldn't keep the man's feet off the floor.
He was more a boy, really. Just barely over twenty from the looks of it. He had hair the color of a forest and blood the color of rust that leaked a onto the carpet before the icy healing finished knitting his skin closed and sealing it inside. Malako hadn't been kidding when he said he'd stabbed the man.
The tattoos didn't go away, just like Malako's didn't. He even had one that matched it exactly. When things resisted mutational healing, it tended to be related to mutations. Interesting.
Interesting like a naked man practically dangling from his fingertips. At least he wasn't a puppy any more. Sebastian retracted his hands, leaving him standing on his own two feet, once again perfectly healthy.
“Now. I need an explanation.” One did not just bleed all over the carpet and then not explain what happened, not if one wanted similar help in the future. One also did not joke about cat videos to avoid answering the question, or had better not. Near murder was not a joke.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 26, 2012 14:06:17 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
“Dog! No!”
Sebastian stuck his foot under the desk to encourage the puppy to come out again. All he got in response to that was a little grey ball of fur clinging to the bottom of his jacket.
“Stop.” This was getting ridiculous. He tugged back on his coat, which only induced more growling.
This was a human being? He certainly wasn't acting like one.
“Malako, he's getting drool on my coat.” The dry cleaning bill was only getting steeper. Since he was distracted, he completely missed the deadpan stare.
Ugh. He bent to pick up the puppy, who was wriggling and resisting just by the very simple fact of being a puppy. If he was successful, he'd be holding the wriggling ball of fur out at arms length.
“How does one change a puppy back into a man?” As Malako said, any time now would be wonderful.
He'd met a dog once whose name was Cerberus. A couple of millenia had not made him any more of a dog person.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 26, 2012 11:21:47 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Swords re-sheathed, Sebastian debated whether he should turn off the computer first, or turn on the lights first. It was rather dark, with only the light of the computer illuminating exactly what he had been up to. Then again, at least his evening activities hadn't included stabbing puppies, or stabbing people and turning them into puppies.
He reached for the light switch first, then blinked several times as his eyes adjusted to the brightness.
Malako was a blood stained mess. He was, of course, uninjured, but apparently in a previous incantation the puppy had not been. Oh wasn't the life of a fledgling immortal hard?
“So, if you didn't want him to die, why did you stab him in the first place?”
The puppy wandered under the desk, sniffing everywhere he went. If he was really a person, Sebastian should have no need to worry about him chewing cords or peeing on the floor, right?
The unicorn man surveyed Malako's disarray once more, trying to estimate whether it would be easier to wash his clothes or send them to the dry cleaner. There was also something black on the boy's neck. An ouroboros design, it looked like. Was that a tattoo or had someone drawn it on?
“How do you keep that from healing away,” he had to wonder out loud.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 26, 2012 10:21:55 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian had arrived at the church early that day. It had been a late night the night before; after an evening of church sponsored events where they had to smile and put on a good face for the devotees, they had stayed late to discuss the incident earlier in the day at the university. Someone with a very realistic unicorn face and a pair of swords crossed on his back had attacked and killed a family on a stage in front of an audience of college students and professors. Reportedly, he had shot the four people from a balcony seat while shouting about mutants being supreme gods, or something similar.
Someone was trying to defame him, it would seem. Now, what were they going to do about it? The Apostles, as they called themselves, had not wanted to leave until they had come up with a solution to the problem. Unfortunately the problem wasn't that simple and they had left without an answer.
The unicorn man had not slept well. It didn't help that it was a strange place that he was sleeping in, the new apartment Malako had demanded he move into. After a few hours of tossing and turning, the sun started to creep over the horizon to spill its light into the unfamiliar bedroom. Lying there had no longer seemed as though it would be worthwhile.
A short walk had brought the unicorn man to the church. The bronze statue in the entryway peered down at him, as if judging his worth. He did not know who had made it, or why, but he had accepted it and begrudgingly approved of its location of installation, but he had always thought it was a little creepy, perhaps because it was his own face and it was so frozen looking.
Past the sculpture, rainbow fragments of light danced around the sanctuary in the newborn sunlight. They flickered invitingly, presumably as small clouds passed overhead, just asking to be stabbed. He removed his scabbard, then his coat, and left the whole pile on the last pew, minus one sword. This he shifted to his left hand, his weaker one, in order to salute the empty aisle in which he was standing.
He needed to clear his head and massacring colorful light rays seemed as good a way as any. Sebastian moved through the basic exercises slowly, then moving quicker and quicker he began to improvise, trying new combinations the old masters would never have even dreamed of, until it became a dance between a unicorn and a blade clothed in most radiant colors.
