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 1, 2012 15:42:12 GMT -6
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No they weren't going to keep his blood. Yes, he'd stay and make sure they didn't do anything funny. An operating room wasn't really the place for humor anyway.
It didn't take as long as Sebastian had expected. When the doctor told him they were finished, the immortal almost didn't believe them. It had been so easy. To think, he'd had the secret to eternal life all this time and it had never before occurred to him how to share it. That would be really sad if he'd ever had any loved ones that he hadn't wanted to lose. As it was, it was just an interesting scientific discovery similar to humans being able to replicate with machines what birds had been able to do for millennia.
The doctors slid the tube out of the boy's arm and puncture wound left there was gone in an instant, having knit itself back up again.
So it had worked.
Excellent.
The doctors just had a few more tests before they would let their patient leave. Was he feeling dizzy at all? Could he stand up without falling over? Could he remember his ABC's?
Malako passed all of these tests with flying colors and was discharged without further ado.
“Excellent, now that we know you're...” Sebastian started, but was cut off by a heavy industrial strength door banging against a big metal table.
Doctor James Ingram had never looked quite so much like a mad scientist as he did bursting through the door brandishing a gun, “One last test.” Before anyone had a chance to respond Ingram pointed the gun directly at the cat shifter and pulled the trigger.
It was not often that a situation necessitated violence, but a unicorn man who deigned to be a god didn't carry a pair of swords around because they looked impressive. It took half a second for the door to open, another half to aim and fire. It took half a second to realize what was happening, half a second to draw a sword, another half to lunge forward. The gun clattered to the floor, then everything was still.
Sebastian had Ingram by the throat with his left hand, icy fire burned between them both, seeping through skin, racing through blood veins, lined his lungs, and pooled in a heart that was frozen between beats: a heart that had a blade through it.
Ingram gave half a gasp, “Had to... test... hypothesis.”
The unicorn man squeezed off the man's words in burning cold anger, knowing full well that as soon as he let go the man would die, “Not. Necessary.”
Now he just had to decide how not necessary Ingram was.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 1, 2012 13:47:07 GMT -6
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Talking cat that followed him around. Cat-boy that followed him around. It made a lot of sense, actually, that both strays were one and the same. It also saved him a trip to the pound.
“Hm.” Realization, convenient realization.
Though a regular cat would be a quieter and less sarcastic companion for all eternity, testing this method for turning regular mutants immortal was going to be much more useful. Especially since a mutant cat boy could do things like point out how people could electronically be listening to him for some unknown reason. And really, the snark wasn't too bad. It was kind of how Sebastian imagined a cat would speak, if a cat could speak, and he did like cats.
“Alright then. Are you still opposed to Dr. Ingram doing the procedure? I believe there are other doctors at Mondragon Labs Medical capable of managing a simple blood transfusion.”
The bus arrived. Sebastian paid his fare and the cat boy's too.
“Watch your step...” the unicorn man turned to consider the boy as he followed, frowning slightly. He had to call the boy something, but he had not offered up a name for himself, so the immortal filled one in, “...μαλακό.”
Malako: Greek for fuzzy, and a perfectly appropriate name for a cat that follows you home.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 1, 2012 13:02:36 GMT -6
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Record and transmit were kind of technological words, as were electronics and to-which-icus, which were not real Latin at all, but Sebastian got the idea. Someone was using the black box to listen to him. It was kind of ingenious really, like a cell phone that only worked in one direction.
He really didn't have any idea who would want to listen to him, though. Especially not in their bedroom. Nothing exciting ever happened in there.
And maybe the cat boy was a little odd, but he did kill the electronic insect. Sebastian would let him keep following for now.
“I don't know of anyone who would want to listen to me.” That, kitten boy, was how grown ups answered questions. Question, answer, question, answer; that's the way it had been for centuries.
They were outside the gym now, waiting at the bus stop. The bus would be here shortly. It would take them to the pound. The kitten boy could help him pick out a kitten, if he wanted. If he was still following him at that point.
Posted by Sebastian on Jan 1, 2012 11:34:02 GMT -6
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Out of the four questions he had asked, the boy answered only the one that was least important.
Sebastian stared at the door for just a moment after it closed behind him, as if the door could explain the boy's behavior. The door was even less forthcoming with its information than the one who had walked through it. The unicorn shook his head and proceeded with pants, coat, and the scabbard that let him hold a pair of swords in an X across his back.
Right before he opened the door, he took a cursory look around the room, checking especially beneath the sheets and under the bed.
He didn't know what the boy had been talking about. There weren't any bugs. Most modern beds, including the one he shared with Noel, were bug free. It probably helped that modern day people didn't put straw in their mattresses.
Seeing things, spouting nonsense, inability to hold a conversation: Clearly this boy was just a lunatic.
The immortal walked out the door, turned the corner, and found the boy, now with cat ears and claws, trying to scratch apart the electronic box, presumably so he could eat it.
Definitely crazy.
Sebastian wasn't going to waste any more time trying to talk to madmen. He had science to be done and experiments to run all day today. And he had to stop at the pound to pick up a cat worthy of living well beyond his normal nine lives.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 12:35:34 GMT -6
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“We should do it,” Perry's tone was certain.
“But it's built on a lie,” Hal was not as certain.
DJ was torn, looking from one to the other, biting his lip.
Arianna was the one that tipped the balance, “You're still making your decision based on whether you think Sebastian is a god or not. Instead base it one whether it is right or wrong. In the end, it's impossible for us to know for sure, without a doubt, whether Sebastian's divinity is real or not. If we do this, even if the beliefs are pretend, the good things we can do for this city- that's real. We could feed hungry people, we could clothe them, we could fight against drugs and gang violence. And sitting back on our butts and not doing anything about it when we could be doing so much, that is what seems wrong to me.”
Hal and DJ shared a glance. She was right, of course.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 12:35:17 GMT -6
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“Third, a church needs to provide people with a chance to develop competence, to improve their skills and abilities and use them for something worthwhile.”
DJ led the group of teens through the park, checklist in hand. He stopped in a clearing, where papers and cans littered the ground.
“This is the spot, everyone! Let's get to work!”
The kids broke off into twos and threes. The humans among them put on gloves and prepared garbage bags. The wind whisperer started using her abilities to blow bits of trash into a big pile. The metal manipulator clenched his hand, crushing cans here and there and sending them flying into recylcing containers. The plastic manipulator put her hand on graffiti decorated park bench and the polymer based spray paint flaked off into a colorful little pile.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 12:34:42 GMT -6
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Arianna tapped the eraser of her pencil against the next point, “Second, it needs to provide a sense of belonging. People need to make personal connections with the other people at the church. Simply sitting in a pew and listening silently for an hour isn't going to cut it, they need chances to work together in small groups.”
Perry set his electric guitar aside, resting it on the special stand on the stage, pulpit, he supposed was the technical term, and then grabbed the microphone.
“A couple of quick announcements before we continue with the music, first, there is a sign up for anyone interested in joining a small focus group. Depending on your interests, we've got discussion groups, study groups, music groups, worship groups, and action groups. For more information on the activities each group will be involved in, talk to our coordinator, DJ, by the sign up table after the service.
“Next, Hal Wordsworth is in the hospital after being assaulted. Physically he has fully recovered, but his memories are still a little bit shaky. He is in our thoughts. Does anyone have any joys or concerns to share?”
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 12:34:01 GMT -6
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Arianna read from her clipboard, “For a church to attract people, it needs to do three things. First, it needs to be meaningful. People aren't going to care about any of the ceremonies and beliefs if what the church is doing doesn't directly impact their lives and their problems. Hunger, poverty, gangs, violence, drugs...”
Hal pointed the volunteers toward the kitchen, “Back here is where we will prepare the food. Make sure everyone washes their hands, wears a hair net, and uses gloves. We expect to feed about 300 hungry people today, and we don't want anyone getting sick.”
He held up a potato peeler with a grin, “Now, I don't suppose anyone with a potato peeling mutation wants to volunteer?” A couple people in the group chuckled. “No? I suppose it's all up to me, then. Halbert Wordsworth, saving the world: one potato at a time!”
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 12:33:45 GMT -6
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“Wait, you just... bought a church? Aren't those a little expensive for someone in medical school?” DJ ran is fingers through his hair as he surveyed the front door in disbelief.
“You assumed we'd say yes,” Hal adjusted his glasses.
“Of course we're going to say yes,” Perry crossed his arms and dramatically posed himself, leaning against one of the pillars. He was so certain, after what happened last week, how could the rest of them not be?
“You do realize this building belonged to the church of humanity, right?” Hal crossed his own arms to mirror Perry's.
“It will be a symbol,” the pretty, dark haired religious studies major countered, “If we can remake this church building into something better than it was before, then maybe we can remake anything.” The neighborhood, the city, the country, and, given enough time, maybe even the world.
Arianna cleared her throat, “I did some research. The question asked last week was if we could do it. Can we start our own successful religion? I think we can. The question then becomes, should we?”
“You've really got it all boiled down to three things?” Hal leaned over to peer at her clipboard.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 12:33:24 GMT -6
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“Why are we meeting all the way out here?” Hal clutched his Astromoose cup in both hands to warm them up. Their coffee just wasn't as good as the freshly brewed, fair trade stuff at the usual place: Sacred Grounds.
“Sebastian's request,” Arianna pulled her knit scarf a little tighter around her face. There wasn't any snow yet, but that didn't mean the days weren't getting cold.
“Speak of the devil,” DJ indicated with his cup. The immortal, possibly divine, unicorn man was rounding the corner.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 9:57:03 GMT -6
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New Boss Man?
The boy on his floor was not only being disrespectful, he was babbling nonsense. There were no bugs in his room.
The unicorn man raised an eyebrow, partly incredulous, partly confused.
“Who are you?”
He looked kind of familiar, like a relative at some family function whose name he ought to remember, but didn't.
“What is this thing?”
He kicked the box gently with his bare toe. It looked like some sort of electronic device, but he had no idea what it did. It could be anything from a time telling device to a bomb. He wasn't going to be stabbing it until he knew what it did.
“And what are you doing here?”
The immortal stepped sideways, around the boy's body on the floor, not at all concerned if his tail flicked a little bit of water here and there as it passed. Now the boy was closer to the door than he was.
Whoever he was, he looked pretty harmless. Not that looking harmless meant anything.
“Now, I am going to get dressed. Are you going to stay and watch, or are you going to wait outside the door?” Sebastian tossed the sword back onto the bed where it clattered against it's mate. Then he reached for a shirt.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 0:03:18 GMT -6
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By the time Sebastian returned from his shower, the underside of his bed had sprouted a pair of wriggling legs. The legs had socks that were a little too small for his ankles that looked like maybe they might have belonged to his little sister, and shoes that were a little too big like they might have belonged to his roommate, and faded jeans that may have belonged to anyone at all.
Sebastian reached across the wriggling legs to grab one of the swords he'd left lying across the bed. He drew it casually and pointed it downward at the wriggling form.
By the time the boy's head emerged, he would be faced with the tip of a katana, attached to a dripping wet immortal clad only in a towel.
“Didn't anyone ever teach you not to break into people's apartments while they are showering?” Or any other time, really.
He wasn't angry, or smiling. He was calm. Calmly pointing a sword at the boy, which suggested that he had better start explaining himself.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 29, 2011 12:13:04 GMT -6
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“Dedication and hard work are what bring skill, but if all you want are the basics, it shouldn't take too long.” Just the basics wouldn't be terribly exciting, but perhaps would spark his interest and make him want to continue his studies further.
It was possibly the quietest Sebastian had ever heard the gym, as everyone was eating. Even in the middle of the night, there seemed to be a constant rhythm of metal against metal and fist against fabric. Now there was only chewing for a few minutes.
Sebastian couldn't help but wonder why Noel had brought Aedus home. If he wanted to learn to sword fight, there were any number of places in the city he could have gone to learn the basics. Perhaps being friends from work made all the difference. Or perhaps there was something more than friendliness between them? Sebastian had a hard time judging; he hadn't had many friends through the years, at least not any very memorable ones.
It didn't take long to finish eating. Most of the burly men went back for seconds, and from the sounds of it, they pretty much scraped the pot clean.
Sebastian stood, ready to return his bowl to the kitchen.
“Well, then, did you want to get started right away?”
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 28, 2011 22:58:27 GMT -6
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“Sebastian Csendes,” the unicorn man supplied his name, then waited for the little Syn clone to finish his speech. Then, he re-sheathed his sword.
“Very well, Noel can be your teacher, but there will be no more sparring today.” It sounded more like there might be some talking. Someone had some touchy-feely stuff to deal with that held no interest for the unicorn man.
He turned toward his student, lightly touching the back of her hand as he walked by and giving her a cold little jolt of healing energy. He stopped for a moment and looked back at the blast maker. Those little electric puffs had done more damage than he'd thought. Noel would have to be careful around him.
Still waiting at the head of the aisle was Lori.
“It seems the show is over,” he offered his arm to the blonde, “may I walk you out?”
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 28, 2011 15:29:20 GMT -6
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Ms. White seemed inclined to run deeper into the abandoned church building to take cover when she heard explosions.
Mr. Csendes was inclined to go investigate. Explosions could mean injuries, and he was a healer after all.
The unicorn man threw open the front door of the church in dramatic fashion and stepped out upon its front steps. A network of spiderweb cracks had appeared in the middle of the sidewalk leading up to the church. That was new.
At the bus stop, someone started yelling.
“He hit his head! He's bleeding! Someone help, please!”
Sebastian felt compelled to go help. Not, in case anyone was keeping tallies, that he wouldn't have done it anyway. Miracles, after all, could be very convincing. It would seem that this neighborhood was in need of some miracles.
The unicorn man trotted over to where a young man lay on the sidewalk. The gash on his forehead looked like it matched the edge of the metal bus stop sign. When he was standing upright, the man would be exactly the right height for some kind of high powered push to send him into the sign.
But he wasn't here to deduce what had happened, “I'm here to help.”
“Are you a doctor?” The young man's friend asked with concern in his voice.
“Not exactly,” Sebastian responded, reaching down toward the young man's forehead. When his fingers made contact with the boy's skin, the wound knit itself closed in one instant. In the next, the young man was blinking awake again.
