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 Jan 31, 2012 19:55:55 GMT -6
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“There's always more to learn, and healing can't do everything that modern day medicine can.” Like cure cancer, eradicate a disease before it even took hold, and countless other things.
Sebastian picked up his fork and prodded the giant pancake that had appeared in front of him, looking for the best place to begin. Lori seemed to be deflated, and he wasn't sure why. A few minutes ago she had been so excited about her goals and now they seemed to be dragging her down. Perhaps she had chosen one that was too difficult to achieve.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
He put the first bite of pancake in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 31, 2012 19:02:05 GMT -6
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She was not a superhero? Clearly she was underestimating herself. She had fought an evil insect manipulator and won, she'd saved lives, she had even become an “internet sensation” whatever that was. If there was a better definition of superhero, Sebastian hoped that someone would inform him so he could update his vocabulary.
It wasn't Sebastian that had made a difference in that fight. It was his ability to heal. She could have that, she could take it with her, and then she would be unstoppable. If her body wasn't so frail, so easily breakable, she would have won that fight for sure. Even now, those thugs were probably bathing in a bathtub full of ice with their eyes swollen closed from all the bee stings. They probably wouldn't be able to sit, stand, or lay comfortably for the next several days. Already they would think twice before ever attacking a mutant again... or making business deals with one, for that matter.
“I think you simply don't realize how amazing you are. You have so much courage and strength, to have lived through what you have, to have escaped and made a life for yourself. You can help in a lot of ways.” He began listing them off, ticking off each one on a finger on his free hand.
“Tracking down and rescuing other mutants in situations similar to your previous one, counseling others who have been through difficult situations, helping others to rebuild their lives after traumatic events, exposing other branches of that church or others like it, making sure justice is served, saving lives...”
“I work with a church,” he waved his free hand in front of him, “not the same kind that your parents and those thugs.” Quite the opposite in fact. “It encourages people to use their powers, especially to help people. We don't just try to make the world a better place, we actively go out and do it.”
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 30, 2012 21:27:36 GMT -6
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Sebastian was not at all shy about readjusting the younger man's grip on the sword. Twice. That was better.
“We'll take it slow to start. You need to practice the moves slow before you can speed them up. We'll start with a simple block. Keep the sword here and when you see me swing, twist it this way to meet it in an 'X' shape. Ready?”
Slowly, Sebastian swung the sword downward so it would be easy to block.
“Again.”
“Hold the point a little higher so you can react quicker.”
“Now speed it up.”
Steel clashed against steel quicker and quicker until Sebastian could actually feel the confidence start to creep into Aedus' blade. He took a step back for a moment and lowered his sword to the ground.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 30, 2012 20:16:10 GMT -6
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Sebastian put the tea kettle on the stove and started heating up water. Then he turned to face the coffee maker.
It was industrial sized, had an attachment for filters, lit up on the front with several types of lights, had more buttons than he knew what to do with, featured two different nozzles where coffee supposedly came out, had a display screen that currently wasn't displaying anything, and had a bin on the top where beans were supposed to go.
After several minutes of study, he found the button marked “power”. This he pressed with triumph then watched with alarm as all the lights turned on, the display lit up, and the whole thing began whirring. Was it supposed to do that?
He squinted at the display.
“Espresso, macchiato, frappé, cappuccino, latte.”
Fast, spotted, chilled, small cup, milk?
Even for someone who actually spoke Italian... that made no sense. Why wasn't there a button for “coffee”? Maybe he'd just have to make it the old fashioned way. Even if it took a little longer.
Behind him, the teapot was already whistling cheerfully.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 27, 2012 21:03:11 GMT -6
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“The fact that they would justify such actions with religion is deplorable. Religion should be something that helps make the world a better place, not a thing that tears it into pieces. People shouldn't be dividing the population into 'them' and 'us'. There should be an equal chance for everyone to attain eternal rewards in this world.”
He took his handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the tear from her cheek before offering the entirety of the little monogrammed cloth to Agnes.
“You could help. You could be someone that helps stop people like that. It might help.” Help her heal, that was. She wouldn't have to fear random strangers or people with connections to her parents cult. She wouldn't have to fear her past, once she had a little control over it.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 27, 2012 17:54:27 GMT -6
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“Good,” he encouraged her when she admitted she'd already told a number of people, and now she could add one more to the list. It was still difficult for her to talk about, but slowly she was healing.
“Religion has a way of spreading,” he admitted. “It may be that they weren't even part of the same group that hurt you initially, but heard about the sect from another source. There could be more in other cities, too. Who knows? They could have just been targeting you because they recognized you as a mutant somehow, not because of what happened with your parents.”
The words 'your parents' practically dripped with disdain. Parents shouldn't be able to hurt their children like that. It was unnatural. Not that Sebastian had ever had children before, but he could imagine how he would feel about them if he had. He would probably be affectionate, no matter what they looked like or whether they were mutants or not.
“Parents like that... we live in such a broken world. Parents doing violence to their own children is inexcusable. It shouldn't happen. It shouldn't be allowed to happen.” He was trying to convince her, but his anger with the world wasn't an act. He really did believe that parts of their world were broken beyond repair. He sincerely hoped that what he was doing now could help right things.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 26, 2012 19:57:25 GMT -6
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Keep breathing? He hardly cared. He'd lived so long that death was curious.
World domination? Ha! The world was so messed up, he would hardly want to be the one responsible for running things. It would practically have to be torn down and built up again from scratch before it would even be close to tolerable.
She sounded so disappointed in him. He felt a little bad that he didn't have some kind of goal to tell her about.
He was going to get his medical degree at some point, but he couldn't remember why, since he was a healer anyway. It was somewhat curious that powerless humans had managed to replicate a healer's ability, just as they had replicated throwing fireballs, creating explosions, and flying. But that wasn't really a goal.
Sebastian knew dozens of languages, played several instruments, had learned the art of dancing in all but the most modern of styles, and had mastered sword wielding in every style he had encountered. He'd read a million books and watched the embers of a million fires smolder. There was no other hobby he really cared to take up, no other task he felt the need to accomplish, and yet he still wasn't satisfied with his life. There was something missing.
This was getting depressing. And here he'd thought they were just going to have a nice brunch and talk about pancakes.
Was it achieving a goal that made someone happy or simply having a goal and striving toward it? Did a person's level of happiness correspond with the difficulty of their goal? Did Lori's goal of uniting the world bring her that much more enjoyment because it was so impossible? Did Forte's goal of fighting and defeating a strong enemy make him happy because the challenge was so great?
Maybe Lori was right. He should have a goal. But what? What would possibly be challenging enough that it could drag him, an immortal, out of the mire of indifference? Thus the train of thought looped back around to the world domination station, but the unicorn man didn't find it any more appealing than he had before.
No, there must be some other impossible task that might be appealing, he thought. He simply needed to think on it. In the meantime, he could return to the university. Students had all kinds of crazy and impossible ideas.
“I think I'd like to go back to medical school,” he responded after a long thoughtful silence, “but that isn't nearly as exciting as your goals. Do you have any plans for how to make them come about?”
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 21, 2012 19:51:33 GMT -6
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Ms. Leveau led them outside to her vehicle. Oddly enough, Sebastian had driven the same type fo car for awhile. Before his medical clinic had been closed down, he had used a modified hearse as a sort of ambulance. There was plenty of room in the back to store any equipment necessary for emergency rescues or for transportation back to the clinic if Sebastian wasn't the one picking up the patient.
Or one could use the extra space to store dozens of pies and tins full of cookies, plates with full cakes and pans of bars.
“That is quite a few pies, you must have a lot of free time on your hands.”
Maybe this enterprising young woman needed a job. They could always use someone to make deserts for their ever-expanding crew of hungry people that filed through their doors on a weekly basis.
It took several trips, but eventually they got all the deserts set up on a table in what served as their dining room. During the last trip, the unicorn man stayed in the kitchen to start brewing tea, as well as a pot of coffee, in deference to the other man's tastes.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 21, 2012 19:20:32 GMT -6
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Sebastian nodded understandingly. Those terrible, traumatic things were hard to talk about, especially when they were fresh and especially after an event that dredged up those memories once again. That was his own fault.
“Talking about those things, getting them out into the open, it's the only way to heal that kind of wound. You can't bury it inside or it will fester and cause you even more damage.”
They were taking it slow, retracing her path back to the edge of the park, her mind seemed to be elsewhere and Sebastian wasn't going to rush her along.
“You should talk about it with someone that you trust first.” It didn't have to be him, but she should do it at some point if she hadn't already. “Then, each time you talk about it, it gets easier. The pain goes away a little at a time, a little with each telling.”
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 21, 2012 16:30:23 GMT -6
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He half smiled at Lori's sassy comment as their waiter wandered away to inform the kitchen of their selections. He had meant peace more in the quiet sense than in the anti-fighting sense. He had no real opinion on that. Humans had been fighting with each other for millennia. It wasn't going to change now.
“Nah. It's more of a shared hobby, I just have a bit more experience that I'm trying to get her to absorb. I don't really have any plans to try changing the way humans have been interacting since the beginning of time.”
The beginning of time for him was back in Greece, back when wars stretched on for years because one city kidnapped the most beautiful woman from another city. No war was ever fought for a reason any less pointless. It might be worth fighting for a loved one, but it should only involve the people who were actually involved, not whole tribes, cities, or countries.
“I don't really have a goal,” and that was part of the reason he felt so melancholy lately.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 15, 2012 12:55:53 GMT -6
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She played violin? In the park?
“I know of a nice quiet place where you could practice. It has great acoustics.” There wasn't anything quite like the way music sounded in a sanctuary. “It's also much safer than the park.”
Not that he had any ulterior motives for getting her to go there. Just like he didn't have any ulterior motives for healing her scars.
“When I healed you, I healed every part of you including all your scars. At least, all the physical ones,” he smiled gently, knowingly. There were, of course, some scars that he could not heal, the emotional and mental scars she must have sustained from receiving those scars.
He still wasn't entirely sure how she would react to losing those scars. Some people would be relieved, while others were generally proud of the scars as if they were badges proving how strong they were for surviving getting them. Neither was he sure how she'd react to her attack. Some people panicked afterwards, while others went into shock. Even though she wasn't injured, it did not insure that she wouldn't have other negative consequences. She shouldn't be left alone for awhile.
“Are you going to be alright?” Mentally, that was. “Do you want to talk about it at all?” He was totally willing to listen to whatever she wanted to share. “Sebastian Csendes, listener extraordinaire, at your service.” He inclined his head in the best semi-bow he could while she was still clinging to his arm.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 13, 2012 21:18:41 GMT -6
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“I come for the paycheck and a workplace where everyone respects you,” their server commented as he carefully set two glasses of ice water on their doilies and left them two straws wrapped in paper. His violet cat slit gaze caught the unicorn's pale blue knowingly.
Sebastian nodded thoughtfully. He hadn't ever really thought the particular reason why he came here. It could have been the pancakes, he supposed, but there were plenty of places he wouldn't go back to even if they had the best pancakes in the world.
This place was peaceful. He didn't feel like a brawl was going to break out over the teacups because of some trivial difference of opinion or because some punk teen was looking for a fight. No one would come here, of all places, looking for a fight. There were doilies.
“Peace, pancakes, and good company,” Sebastian finally answered after thoughtfully sipping his water.
“Don't order too many pancakes, though. When they say they are as big as manhole covers, they really mean it.” He had made that mistake the first time he'd been here and had eaten leftover pancakes for breakfast for a whole week.
“I'll have one,” he informed the waiter, “with fruit on the side instead of bacon.”
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 13, 2012 20:16:57 GMT -6
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“I'm terribly sorry this had to happen to you. Please, let me walk you to safety; it would put me more at ease.”
He was sorry, too, but this had been the best way to earn her trust.
He offered his arm to the young lady, ready to walk her to wherever she wished to go, or to simply walk if that was her intention. He eyed the swarms of insects that still circled and wondered where they would go once they felt their queen was no longer in danger. A few of the hornets still looked angry enough to sting, but perhaps, being hornets, they couldn't help it.
“Please pardon my asking, but what happened to you? Before, I mean.” Sebastian clarified, “You had so many scars for one so young.” Had, of course, in the past tense; she no longer had any scars at all, except for mental ones.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 13, 2012 20:02:00 GMT -6
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“Similarities? What do you mean?”
The other man's response was cut short by another entrant through the main portals. All kinds of people were wandering into the church today! This was a good sign. One of the apostles was doing a good job of advertising apparently.
>>“I could come back later, maybe.”
>>"My matter can wait."
Sebastian blinked in mild surprise. It seemed strange; there were so few people in this city that would be so polite, for two or three to end up in a room together seemed to truly defy the odds.
“I'm sure we can work out everything. Would anyone like a cup of tea? We can drop the pies off in the kitchen at the same time. Do you need help carrying anything, Miss...?” He left a blank for her to fill in her name.
“This is Paul McCoy, and I'm Sebastian Csendes. It's my pleasure to meet you.” He declined his head, in a polite gesture, as if he was tipping an invisible cap to the lady. He would have kissed the back of her hand, as well, but her hands were quite occupied with pie tins at the moment.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 8, 2012 10:39:32 GMT -6
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The stinging seemed to lessen after he asked his question, the girl looked up at him and it was obvious that she was in terrible pain. Her words were barely a whisper, as if speaking itself was difficult.
>>“T-Thank you...”
That cough of hers didn't sound too good either.
I'm sorry this was necessary, he thought as he lay his hands on her. Immediately the icy power that was within him spread through his fingers and into her body. Sebastian felt her body as if it was his, felt her pain as if he were the one injured. Then he felt the freezing burn come to take it away.
The tendrils of cold knit the skin at her side back together, rewove the lining of the sac in her chest, pulled severed muscles and veins back together again, and soothed the bruises in her organs. Then they went after her other hurts: smaller ones and older ones. The cold spread throughout her body, finding and erasing the numerous lines on her arms and legs left by sharp knives. It pooled in her back, removing the lash marks, and finally went to her stomach and froze away the ugly cross scar burned into her skin.
Sebastian's eyebrows raised with surprise, then furrowed with anger at just how many scars she had. He had found out a good deal about her past, but it became all the more real when he felt all her scars for himself. No child deserved to be hurt like that. Especially not by their own parents.
As soon as his powers had faded back into himself he held out his hand to her, asking, “Are you alright?”
