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 7, 2012 16:47:33 GMT -6
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A man stood in the entry way, tall, grey haired and blue eyed. He looked to be about forty years old and was in good shape for his age. Sebastian didn't recognize him.
“I am indeed, Sebastian Csendes. It's my pleasure to meet you.”
It only made the situation more curious that this stranger would already know his name. What did he want? The only way to find out was to ask.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 6, 2012 17:23:49 GMT -6
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When she hit him in the nose, Eddie called her something that that was not very complimentary to her gender. He couldn't help it, she'd broken his nose with a violin.
And then there were insects pouring out of her mouth in the most freaky way imaginable: swarms of them. Eddie backed away, swatting frantically at bugs and looking right, then left down the pathway for something to come save him.
“Damn idiot, knock her out and you'll kill the bugs, too,” Francis yelled as he took another swing, but was pulled up a little short when a particularly ingenious hornet chose that moment to sting him in the eyelid.
Darryl didn't waste time talking, he just tried to get as close to the girl as he could get, so he could stab her in the side. She really was an abomination, and the world really would be better off without her on it. Screw the unicorn asshole, they could take care of him after they took care of his buggy bitch.
That was, of course, unless the unicorn asshole and his swords had something to say about the matter.
The knife went clattering across the sidewalk where it immediately disappeared under a blanked of flat brown insects. Darryl's hand was left bloody. Without a weapon, he was the first to turn and run away.
Now it was two on two. Or one on two, as Agnes seemed to be incapacitated for the moment. Or possibly a million on two. Eddie bravely pointed his bat at Sebastian and yelled over the buzzing, “Give us all your money, or we'll do the same to you!”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Sebastian winced as several of the bees turned to sting him, too. Ice welled up beneath his skin to cool the sting from within, but it still hurt. He ignored the pain and did a flashy maneuver with his twin swords that was more intimidating than threatening. The teenage punks stared slackjawed for a moment, then broke and ran. As soon as they turned tail, Sebastian sheathed his swords and knelt next to the prone woman.
“Are you alright?” The insects were still buzzing in an angry cloud all around them. “May I heal you?”
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 6, 2012 13:58:26 GMT -6
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Eddie chuckled and spun a bat around in his hands, adrenaline already pumping. An eye on a cross pendant that hung from his neck flashed in the sunlight.
“Didn't your mommy tell you never to talk to strangers? Or did she just figure you were so strange yourself it wouldn't matter” Francis curled his fingers into fists that were decorated in metal just as shiny as the matching pendant that hung from his neck.
“You see, you may not want any problems, but I figure we've already got one big problem. An abomination, really. And I think we're going to have to take care of it.” A long knife flashed in his hand as he sprung forward.
As if Darryl's words were a code, all three thugs moved forward at once. Francis, with his brass knuckles went straight up the middle of the path, aiming for the girl's stomach. The other two went wide, one around each side of her, swinging inward with their weapons.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 6, 2012 11:24:22 GMT -6
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Sebastian rejected numerous different plans to contact the bug girl. Showing up and telling the truth, that he had seen her online movie, seemed like it would just scare her away. He rejected that idea right away. Likewise, calling her with a job offer to work at a church, with what Malako had said about her background, she'd hang up before he could even finish his sentence.
No, what he needed was a situation that would cultivate total trust in him.
Such as saving her life.
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Sebastian watched from across the street at Agnes entered the park. He dialed a number on his phone, exchanged a few words, then hung up. He bought a coffee from a vendor on the corner, then wandered slowly into the park in the same direction the bug manipulator had gone.
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Getting paid ahead of time to mug someone: this was officially the best job Eddie had ever gotten. All he had to do was wear a bit of religious bling and rough up a little mutant girl a little and he'd be paid a even more. This was going to be a piece of cake.
Francis thought it was kind of cheesy that some guy had wanted to play hero with his girlfriend or whatever, but he wasn't about to say no to that kind of money, even if it meant he had to pretend to lose a fight to some clown with a horn on his head.
Darryl grinned behind a a wisp a cigarette smoke. Give a mutie chick a hard time? Hell, he'd have done that for free. He tossed his cigarette on the ground and didn't bother stepping on it to put it out.
“Hey, you're that bug chick from online, aren't you? What's a pretty like freak like you doing way out here by yourself?”
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 4, 2012 13:29:20 GMT -6
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The 'internet'.
It all looked so simple when Malako did it. Click on a word here, type something in a box there, press the enter key.
Oh, and check to make sure that screen was turned on first. That would help.
Surely this was the most difficult thing he'd ever had to learn: much more difficult than the waltz or a tango, trickier than learning the fingerings and the exact correct embouchure for playing the flute, ten times harder than learning the simple art of the sword.
It was only a few seconds before the video finished 'loading'.
Sebastian watched in silence as an unsavory character tried to take advantage of a pretty young girl, as angry insects swarmed to attack people as the man laughed, as the man hit the girl. She hadn't done anything to him! If he'd been there... Sebastian imagined several very painful things he could have done to the man, none of which would have been necessary, because as it turned out, the girl was quite capable of taking care of that herself.
The unicorn watched as the girl's blonde friend (who looked vaguely familiar for some reason) squeezed her hand in support, watched as the sudden change came over her. The crystal eyes, the buzzing of her voice when she shouted, “We are legion”, the swarm, millions of insects strong, turning on the man.
Interesting.
“What else do you know about the insect girl? Do you think she would be amenable to our cause?”
The older of the two immortals stroked his goatee thoughtfully, then added, “I also want you to find out more information about the blonde girl. She could be useful.”
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 3, 2012 22:22:49 GMT -6
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Sebastian did not know what a Smurf village was, but he got the picture, and it was one that she had painted, not him.
He wondered what kind of common ground might unite people in the way Lori was talking about. In his experience the only thing that really brought large groups of people together like that was some sort of opposition. It was also his experience that as soon as that opposition was out of the way, people returned to selfishly worrying about themselves. It was human nature.
He chuckled at her insistence that she didn't care what happiness meant so long as she could be happy herself. Maybe that's what he needed to do, too. He just wasn't sure what it was that made people happy, or more specifically what would make him happy. Somehow he doubted the answer would be at the library.
“Alright, what is it that makes you happy? Money? Power? Holding hands and singing songs? Pancakes?”
He added the last because they had arrived at their destination, the Cobblestone Cafe. It had a patio, but at this time of year it was a little too chilly for anyone to want to sit at it. The inside looked like it was decorated by someone's senile grandmother, with doilies instead of coasters and plastic flowery tablecloths, but the food was excellent.
“Don't judge,” he warned her, “until you try the food.”
This was a 'website'. He was supposed to visit it on the 'internet' to see the bug girl that Malako thought would make a good addition to their recruits.
The problem was he didn't know how to get to the internet. In fact, he was having trouble doing much of anything on his computer. He had pressed the power button to turn it on, and it was making whirring noises like it was thinking of waking up, but the screen remained completely black.
Sebastian wiggled the 'mouse' as added encouragement, but nothing happened.
The unicorn man started when he heard the front door swing closed. There weren't any activities on the schedule until that evening's weekly Feed the Hungry Feast. He hadn't been expecting anyone to wander in. Then again, word of the church was spreading quickly, maybe this person was on a pilgrimage to join them, or he might have been hoping for an early dinner.
“Welcome to the Church of Everlasting Life,” Sebastian stepped out of his office and into the narthex into which the man had wandered. “How can I help you?”
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 2, 2012 22:03:11 GMT -6
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Sebastian sighed deeply as he cracked his knuckles and began stretching his arms in preparation for the lesson.
“Stretch,” he commanded his newest pupil. The boy was going to be sore in the morning as it was, he didn't need to complicate it by starting his first lesson with cold muscles.
“I'm not going to hurt him,” he responded to Noel.
She was giving him that look. That one that said she knew exactly what he had been thinking. Truthfully he had thought about giving him a little bit of a hard time, especially since he seemed more interested in Noel than in learning everything there was to know about his brand new sword, but he hadn't ever been planning on hurting him.
“I promise you'll get your beau back in one piece.”
Was Aedus finished stretching? He had better be, because they were starting.
“First, gripping your sword. You don't want a sharp blade flying out of your hand,” especially not in a place like this, where men were using the gym equipment along the edges of every wall.
Sebastian shrugged when it came to physical versus metaphorical battles. If something was worth fighting for, it would be worth fighting for in whichever way was necessary.
He understood what she meant about people being a worthy cause. He hadn't had a lot of close friends in his time, but he was growing rather attached to Noel. At one point he would have scoffed at the idea of it, but he would have fought for her sake today.
“Unite whom, mutants and humans? That doesn't sound like something that would go over very easily at the Sanctuary unless things have changed pretty drastically since I lived there.” Especially amongst some of the residents that had lived there the longest.
“And for what, a specific purpose, or simply for the sake of unity and peace?” Sebastian made an incredulous face. Those were nice and pretty words, but they were just words: intangible ideas that would be very hard to convince people to stick together. Especially groups of people that were so very different from each other. “You might need something a little stronger than words to get people to stand together and hold hands.”
Then again, what she was aiming for was a lot better than what he had in his list of goals, which was nothing. It was depressing.
The sun flitted away again behind an extra large and grey cloud.
“I think I want to find the meaning of true happiness,” he paused a moment, then smiled at her, “Do you have any brilliant ideas where I could look for such a thing?”
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 1, 2012 22:57:19 GMT -6
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“We can walk. The place I'm thinking of is not far from here, and walking would be easier than trying to park.”
So they remained arm in arm as they walked down the sidewalk. It was a little chilly, but breaks in the cloud cover provided a few pleasantly warm patches of light to walk through. After a few quiet moments of reflecting on the morning's events, a question got stuck in Sebastian's mind.
“So we seem to have determined that fighting random strangers just to lose is not worthwhile. Is there a cause that you would consider worthy of fighting for?” He asked not only because he was curious about her answer, but also because he wasn't entirely sure how he would answer the same question.
Sebastian had a few last words to his apprentice and his apprentice's apprentice before he left.
“Play nice, you two,” and quieter, just for Forte, “And if you hurt her, I will hunt you down and you will wish for death.”
He continued through the narthex and out the door with Lori on his arm.
“You know, even though it was a bit irresponsible to encourage him, I'm kind of glad you brought him by. It was a bit of a dreary day before you arrived,” and now the sunshine was just starting to peek through the clouds.
“Since you've come all the way to my neighborhood and I have now thoroughly distracted your companion, would you do me the honor of allowing me to buy you breakfast?”
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 1, 2012 18:24:40 GMT -6
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Sebastian was livid.
Logically, he knew Malako should be fine. He had seen his arm heal and knew that it was working, but it was absurd to jump straight to testing mortal injuries on their first test subject in the first few seconds of his immortality.
He disliked guns, he hated idiots who used guns, and he despised wasteful, reckless, blundering, defiant imbeciles who used guns to shoot holes in his newest ally.
Contempt twisted Sebastian's upper lip. It would be so easy to take the doctor's pathetic little life. All he had to do was let go with his left hand.
Behind him, Malako laughed, and stood, and spoke. He was fine, but the risk had been as pointless as this red haired maniac's life.
>>"You know what, New Boss Man? I appreciate the thought, but I think I've got this one."
“Very well,” Malako was the one who had been shot, it was his right to carry out whatever vengeance suited him.
Sebastian withdrew his sword first, leaving his hand on Ingram's throat just long enough for his powers to start mending up the twin holes through his heart, just long enough to ensure he wouldn't die before his fine colleagues could get him hooked up to life support for a few days, just long enough that the man could listen to and understand every word the newly immortal cat shifter was saying to him.
The unicorn man wiped the blood on his sword off on the only clean corner that remained on the bed sheet, then re-sheathed it.
“Let's go, if I'm to be your New Boss Man, there's some things that you should see. After we get cleaned up, of course.”
There was a newly acquired church building to show off, apostles to meet, 'theology' to discuss, and dozens of other things to be done. Including buying a new jacket for his newest employee. Because, really. Purple? What self respecting immortal wore a girly purple coat with slits cut in the back, bloodstained or not?
