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 Dec 28, 2011 15:28:07 GMT -6
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THOOMP
Ms. White of Alternate Realty's eyes widened. Her clipboard skittered across the floor in alarm.
“Was that an explosion?” Sebastian asked. His voice was, for the most part, calm, but his hand was on the hilt of his sword. “It sounded like it was right outside.”
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 18, 2011 11:07:13 GMT -6
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Once everyone had finished filing through and had gone to perch on the benches in the workout room, Sebastian filled a bowl for himself (luckily, there were plenty for everyone, even MacMillain if he wanted some) and found a seat on the lateral pull down machine near Noel and Aedus.
As he ate, he surveyed this newcomer Noel had brought him. He was young looking, perhaps in his early twenties, tall, strong, had very short hair, more a shadow on his scalp than hair really, he had bright orange eyes that indicated he was probably a mutant or some kind of another.
A young mutant who wanted to learn how to fight. How many of these were there in the world these days? Hundreds? Millions? It didn't really matter. This one had found his way here, so this one was the only one who mattered at the moment.
“Out of curiosity, what is your reason for wanting to learn the art of the sword?”
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 11, 2011 20:59:22 GMT -6
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Sebastian left the crowded sidewalk, and turned to walk through the churchyard up to the triple doors that formed the entrance to the building. A woman was waiting there, with a folder full of papers.
“Ah, Mr. Csendes, I presume?”
The unicorn man bowed his head in affirmation, “Melanie White of Alternate Realty? I am pleased to meet you in person.” The unicorn man took the hand she wasn't using to hold her papers and bowed to kiss it.
“Oh, well,” she blushed, taking her hand back, “Would you like to see the inside?” She bent to type the code into the lock box hanging from the door knob.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 10, 2011 18:34:16 GMT -6
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Sebastian's sword was pushed back, his opponent rolled across the ground, and then... Sebastian paused, feeling compelled to clarify exactly what it was Noel wanted him to do.
“Stop what?”
“Stop fighting him,” she responded, as if it had been obvious.
Sebastian's sword quivered in the air. But.. but... there was the perfect opening! The guy was just standing there and monologuing about how he was going to get so strong he could help change the world and keep people from suffering, blah blah blah.
A silly sentiment, but one that could be useful to someone. It would make him easy to manipulate. Sebastian lowered the tip of his sword to the floor.
The man could be an X-man, with his ideals. Or possibly an Orderling, with his willingness to fight whatever he was pointed at. If the Kabal was still around, he'd fit in perfectly there, with his idealistic desire to keep everyone in the world from suffering. But it was impossible. The world was imperfect. It was always going to be imperfect. Whomever had made it, if anyone had, had let humans run amok all over it for far too long without any regard for nature, each other, or anything else.
A perfect world was impossible unless someone came along to remake it.
“If you really want to become stronger and better yourself, challenging random strangers isn't going to help you. You need discipline and you need a teacher, otherwise you are going to get yourself killed before you ever have a chance to make a difference.”
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 4, 2011 10:49:15 GMT -6
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Noel was home, just in time to eat. And apparently she had brought a friend, too.
“I didn't know before today that it was alright to use the kitchen,” he hadn't even been yelled at or thrown out. “I thought I'd start with something simple to test everything out.” One never knew with stoves and ovens, after all, if they were going to heat things evenly or be too hot or cool and how you'd need to compensate for that.
“There's cornbread in the oven, if you'd like to check on it, it should be just about done. I was waiting for it to be golden brown.” It had been almost ready a few minutes ago, “The oven mitts are over there.” He inclined his head to indicate the direction. His hands were busy, tossing the salad with his own homemade olive oil and vinegar dressing. His apprentice would know what to do.
“Welcome, Aedus, it's nice to meet you. You're a lover of the blade, then? Are you hoping to begin your studies, or do you already have some experience?”
The salad was complete, the chili was ready to be served. All they needed was plates and bowls, which Sebastian had stumbled upon earlier in one of the cupboards.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 4, 2011 10:30:54 GMT -6
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He was almost certain about this purchase. All the numbers added up. Everything about it made sense. Really, all there was left was to actually see the place and make sure that it lived up to the descriptions and the photos in the advertisements.
The unicorn man folded up his papers again and returned them to his breast pocket. He leaned back slightly in his seat and commenced watching the buildings go by outside the window.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 3, 2011 22:11:00 GMT -6
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Sebastian was oblivious to the drama playing out in the seat behind him. For now at least, he was busy inspecting the document in his hand and crunching numbers in his head. Mortgage payments and bank account numbers, possible loan sources, assets he could liquidate to free up some more cash, and the addresses of various banks where he had vaults filled with antiques to sell.
The bus started and the grey city outside the window started to roll by.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 3, 2011 21:18:55 GMT -6
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Opening the door: such a clean and elegant solution to this little stand off. Sebastian's pet mad scientist wouldn't meet a horribly messy demise and one tiger-cat-shifter would, well, live another day. He had an interesting mutation at the very least and it would be a shame to waste that.
“Let me know if you change your mind,” Sebastian intoned as he reached for the door handle, “You saw where I live, so you know where to find me.”
He held the door open, and made sure that in the process he stood between the big cat and the good doctor, just in case.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 3, 2011 20:21:49 GMT -6
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Sebastian was truly confused now. He was supposed to know this cat-tiger-shifter?
“Of course I don't remember you, and I don't know what you're talking about. I don't have a family, never have. I'm not exactly the marrying type.” Except for when it got him a visa, but that was only for convenience, some girl he'd made an arrangement with then never seen again. At least, that's what he thought had happened, it hadn't been a very memorable affair.
Ingram was still looking for something he could use as a weapon or at very least a tranquilizer. There was a hostile tiger between him and the door; one that had a years old grudge.
“Just sit down, would you?” Sebastian barked at him. If Ingram kept that up, this could still get messy.
To the kitty-tiger he responded, “We were going to give you a transfusion of my blood to make you immortal. A cat seemed like a perfectly noble first subject, though if you'd like to volunteer yourself now or in the future, you are perfectly welcome.”
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 1, 2011 20:32:34 GMT -6
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Sebastian was about as sick of takeout as he could possibly be: takeout, restaurants, not knowing exactly what was going into his dinner, all of it. He stopped at a grocery store and stocked up on enough food to fill the half of the refrigerator that wasn't taken up by protein shakes and steaks for broken faces. (Now that Sebastian was around, they were going through a lot fewer of those.)
Then he made himself at home in the kitchen. MacMillan stopped in the doorway once, looking like he was about to ask Sebastian what the hell he was doing, but after very purposeful thunk of a knife through an onion and an eyebrow raised in challenge from the unicorn man holding the knife he left shaking his head.
Onions, peppers, tomatoes, tomato paste, three kinds of beans, minced garlic, a tiny bit of vinegar, chili powder, other seasonings, sat simmering in a large pot. There would be enough to feed himself and Noel, and probably everyone else in the gym. It was a lot of chili.
Next Sebastian set out the ingredients for a salad. He cleaned his knife and cutting board, then started in on the romaine hearts.
Chop, chop, chop. The knife flashed in expertly in his hand.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 1, 2011 20:17:24 GMT -6
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When sword fights turned to wrestling turned to kissing it was time to step in. It wasn't clear who had won or who had lost, but this fight was clearly over.
It wasn't that Noel was his lover or anything. Yes, they shared a bed, but all they did in it was sleep next to each other. Still, he didn't like her kissing him. He liked him kissing her back even less. If he was in the habit of talking to himself he may have tried to convince himself that he wasn't jealous, that he was simply being protective. On this occasion, he didn't take the time for mental discourse with himself; he simply acted on his instincts.
He was down the aisle in three strides. His sword was drawn in two.
With his left hand Sebastian pulled Noel back, helped by the light little shove that Forte had given her. He didn't give Noel a chance to answer the junior Syn's playful questions. His right hand, pommel first, swung down toward the kneeling man's head. If that missed it's mark, the blade was following close behind with a much longer reach.
Furthermore, his tail, the usefulness of which most people overlooked being not used to having one themselves, whipped forward toward his front, knee up, leg. It didn't pack much force, but it could distract someone or possibly trip them up.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 30, 2011 21:20:24 GMT -6
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Buses were noisy, smelly, and impersonal. They did, however, get a man to his appointments on time when he didn't have his own vehicle. Today's appointment was with a realtor.
The unicorn man took a fold piece of paper out from his coat's breast pocket and examined it. There was plenty of square footage, it was in an ideal location, the only obstacle was the building's past. If he bought it, he'd have to prove that it was a totally new place, untainted by it's former purpose.
It wasn't going to be easy, but then, nothing about this plan was.
