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.
It appeared that the young man was generally bored with Garrett. Lots of people were until he got under their skin. Apparently the mention of reading up on him was the needed stimulus to get his attention. "You've read up on me?" The concept seemed alien to the plantmancer, so garrett explained. " Oh, yes. Anyone who lives in the Mansion has a file on them so we are aware both of their special needs as well as their gifts. Can't have mystery mutants running around. It could literally be deadly. Take Ghost, for instance. She is highly flammable in her gaseous form. If we had, say a fire elemental who happened to burst into flame when emotional, well, you can see why, I hope. Purely for safety and security." Of course, it didn't hurt to have running information on people either.
He was happy to see that the young man was so agreeable about the situation, though he was generally unaware of this gardener. Pretending to look at some important papers, which he wasn't really, he went fishing for the name of this person." Hmm, I haven't gotten the gardener's name. Do you know what his name is? Maybe he can do the maintenance after you've done your part." Scooting back in his chair and propping his feet up on the desk, he went on." I'm sure no gardener could do what you could. I can also pay you for your trouble. When would be a good time for you to go out there? We could leave now if you like or if you are busy, we can do it later?" Garrett was hoping for sooner.
Garrett stood before the door, briefcase in hand. His head turned down the hall to his former place of residence. He hoped it was being put to good use. The door opened and there stood his silver haired friend, as accomodating as ever. Stepping across the threshold, he looked around, finding tea prepared and three seats. he hoped that meant that Maya would be joining them. It would be nice to see her, as always, but it would also save him a trip by the Full Circle.
Giving the old man a short hug, he smiled at him. " Good to see you, Sebastian. Yes, I'm sorry I can't visit for pleasure. Perhaps I can have you and the fam over soon at my place. Still a few projects to be taken care of there." Noting spectacles and medical texts nearby, he placed his briefcase nearby and took a seat at the table. " How's medical school treating you? You will be an amazing doctor once you get through. Not like you have to hurry, right?" He winked and chuckled at the immortality rib.
Hearing Maya somewhere nearby, as quiet as her tender footfalls were, Garrett chose to let business wait until pleasantries were disposed of. " I changed my major at NYU to Criminal Justice. I think I might minor in Communications. Not entirely sure yet. Oh, I'm also the new Director of Public Relations at the Mansion." A business card was produced and passed to the immortal, having been produced a few days after his official post began at the Mansion. "I suppose I did such a good job at the Sanctuary that word of mouth became good advertising."
Garrett was looking at the financial section of the Times, reading about the current FDA approval of a drug being developed at Faust Pharmaceuticals. The article was mostly about the sharp rise in stock price and was speculating on whether or not the two events at the company were related. Something was afoot over there and he intended to sniff it out, either by daytime queries or nighttime investigations. Always plenty to do though, so he continued to work up a memo for the Mansion staff concerning MORA prospects.
As he was typing, he heard the door open and found a young man standing before him. The boy looked groggy and was holding a note out, appearing to be the one he had left on Kai's door. Rising from his seat and stepping around the desk, he greeted the sluggush individual. " Ah, you must be Kai. I'm glad you could stop by. I'm Garrett Wills, the Public Relations Director here at the Mansion. Please, have a seat." Taking a seat once the other did, he moved the newspaper and the things he was working on into a drawer, folding his hands and looking at the prospective client.
" I'm sure you are wondering what my personal business could be with you, considering we've never met. I read up on your gift and was wondering if I could contract you to do some work at my house. It's not too far away, perhaps a mile or two. I have a small estate with some land and would like more foliage. So you would be the one to speak to in the foliage department, I gather." He was quiet, waiting to hear what could come as a repsonse to his light query.
Madlaina seemed to do alot of thinking. She thought carefully about her word usage before responding, doing so in a simple yet eloquent way. Garrett hoped that once her mastery of the language was honed, she would still retain the trait. Whatever effect his words had on her, the movement following spoke volumes as she purposely bumped against him. He wanted to put his arm around her, but he did not. Not out of some teenlike angst, but more that he demanded self control, so sometimes he had to deliver, even when it made little difference in an outward fashion.
As the man attempted to size her feet, she looked up at Garrett, who kept in mind that the man shouldn't touch her skin. he decided though, that the attendant was professional enough not to do that anyway, so he let it slide. he'd remember to mention it in the future. She did appear to have nice ankles, after all. She pointed at her own high top blacks, telling the guy she wanted the same kind. He podnered if it was out of convenience or whether she wanted to have a pair like his. He let his fantasies win, choosing the latter.
As the attendant flashed Garrett a knowing smile after nodding to her and moving off to the back, his little angel looked up at him.”Is okay? We is done?” The compulsion to reach down and run his fingers over her hair was maddening, but he didn't flinch, just grinning slightly at her. " I told you, dear. Get whatever you like. If you want more shoes or shirts, get them. I want you to have what you want. If you are happy with the one pair, that's fine. This is only one store and there are plenty more to look at." His eyes remained soft, an approving nod trying to reinforce the idea that she could have whatever she liked. He was completely satisfied with her company and her occasional touches.
Perhaps Garrett was starting to melt the ice around her slightly. Ever so, and only in a mode of friendship, but Rome wasn't built in a day and neither would they be. Her lack of protests over money were a step in the right direction, but it seemed his musing over departures from the Mansion had struck a chord.“Not run away. Just away. Is different there, not like I think…is not like old home, is not like street too. Is weird.” That was a thing he could definitely understand. " A change? Somewhere you can be yourself and not have to try to be what others want? I know all about that. It's taken me some time to figure that out." It wasn't a place in the Mansion or the Sanctuary. It was a place inside of him, but existentialism was for another day, preferably after she'd learned some more English.
“Why you run away?” Her tone had the slightest edge to it, perhaps like the sting of a paper cut. Silent, yet lingering. It was only fair that he answer the same questions he put forth. it would be a fine way to see how well they were going to mesh anyway. " Well, I left because I have a hard time finding myself. Who I really am. Unlike most of the people at the Mansion, I believe that mutants are superior to humans. Not better, but just naturally superior. Like people are to ants. Both have their place in the system. Unlike the Order believes, I just think it is our duty to watch over humans, since we are the more advanced race." he had no interest in whispering. If any human disagreed, they were welcome to step up and say so. If they ended up jerking around on the floor, then superiority would be evident.
In the shoe store, the attendant, now caught up with his place in the scheme of things had picked up one of the metal foot measuring devices and asked Maddy to take her shoe off so they could measure her foot. Hearing the slight protest over her shoes, Garrett smiled. " I just want you to have some new ones for school, Maddy. You can keep your old ones too. Just pick out some kinds you like and we'll see if they have them in your size." Looking at the guy, he mentioned, "I need a pair of high top black Chucks myself, size twelve."
Garrett stood at Kinko's while his plans were collated and prepared. It seemed he was behind a larger order, so he looked out the window at traffic. His journey was underway now. He had registered with the City as a non profit. MORA--Mutant Outreach Resource Alliance-- was now an embryo, ready to be nourished and nurtured until it could be born and make real changes in the City and perhaps, beyond.
It had come to him while looking over the various businesses that had been established in the past few years while in his office at the Mansion. Each provided its own unique service to the mutant community, but they remained disassociated. An umbrella organization that would become the link to each of these places to one another was needed and he was going to put it in place. A mutant could seek MORA in order to be informed of and referred to each in turn.
Of course, some might believe that there was an ulterior agenda living in the grotto beneath the sparkling waterfall. Of course there was, but it wasn't quite as maleficent as some might suspect. The organization served several purposes. First, it provided a real resource agency for new mutants in the City to find others like themselves and the services they needed. Second, it provided a magnificent cover operation for Garrett's RUPERT surveillance. Third, and perhaps most importantly, the donations and overhead could be a valid reason as to why Garrett was several tax brackets higher than he was months before. Claiming pilfered drug money didn't have a line on the tax forms, he imagined.
" Mr. Wills? Your order is up." Turning to the young lady at the counter, he thumbed through the glossy proposal before him,satisfied with the result. He had ten copies of it and he paid for the service and then took his booty to the car. Starting the engine of the black beast, he eased out into the street, making his way to the first destination. Going anywhere else would be blasphemy. The car rolled with purpose to the Iris Clinic.
Her overwhelmed stance moved her closer to him. Though the slightest of movements toward him, it was noted and enjoyed. Garrett hoped that as time marched on there would be closer moves with more forethought. For now, it was a matter of coaxing the sweet turtle from her shell. The look of fish out of water coming from her bangs really endeared her to him. " Well, we'll just walk and see what we find. But try to relax. The mall is a place where you can just be free to look around. We have plenty of money, so don't think you can't get what you want, okay?"
They started walking among the many people. The two of them looked quite unique, which brought certain looks from one social subtype and others from others. None lingered for long beneath Garrett's still hazel gaze. Windows flashed and called out to them with colors and style, texture and substance. He watched her to see if her head lingered in any particular direction. Conversation might help the situation, he pondered. " So, what were you running away from the Mansion for? I understand, whatever the case. I have spent half of my time among mutants trying to leave. Just haven't ever made it too far." So sad but terribly true.
A shop caught his eye that might please her senses. He had seen her Chuck Taylors before, they were one of the things he had adored since he himself wore some, refusing to take them off until it was nearly time to duct tape the sole back on. As real as that sentiment was and remained, Garrett thought she might enjoy a new pair. " Ah, here we go. Converse. Let's get you some new shoes." They walked in and a twenty something hipster sauntered over. Garrett had the distinct impression there might be mention of a little sister with the looks moving about in the guy's orbits. " Hello, my friend here needs to see your Chucks. Hers are a little ragged. Classic, but still, not so good in the rain. "
I think this is a fantastic plan and long overdue. As Director of Public Relations for the Mansion and X-Men, I'd like you to submit this idea to me IC so we can see what we can't get done. I'd also like to announce that Garrett is in the process of forming a non profit organization called MORA (Mutant Outreach Resource Alliance), in which he will be approaching all of the mutant businesses in the next few weeks about participating in. Way to bring this to the forefront, Micah! Karma this guy.
Always so full of worry and woe, she was. Garrett found it sad that such an otherwise vibrant girl could be brought down so easily. Watching her pout and put her belongings in the trunk was a tad heartbreaking. He wanted to help her, but was unsure of how to do so."I want to, but... Garrett, I has no money. I can not do shopping....We do other things?" The two of them began to make their way toward the grand entrance of the mall, her unsteady and awkward gait displaying her unease about the situation.
" There's no reason to feel weird, Madlaina. I will pay for everything. I want you to have some new clothes for the school year and maybe some other things you like. You don't need to pay me back, but if you feel you need to, we can do so in payments. I want you to stop worrying and enjoy yourself, though." He could tell already that would be nearly impossible, but he wanted to make things easier for her. he knew how cruel the Mansion kids could be. he remebered how they would part from him like the Red Sea and call him 'Pain Man'. He wouldn't tolerate her shedding tears over losers.
As they entered, the mall was abuzz with shoppers. They stepped first to the directory, since he remembered how fond of maps she was. " All of these places and numbers are stores we can go to. Did you have anything in mind or would you just like to walk around and see what interests you?" He had money to burn and the embers were the sparkle of excitement in her eyes.
Oh was good. Oh wasn't a hrmph or smoothing of skirt with eyes cast to the floor. It wasn't a wide eyed Huh? with explanations and awkwardness attached. It was just Oh. Even better than Oh was the complete lack of pulling away at his touch. Sure, a twitch. Completely understandable considering her gifts and their newness. She let the hand remain ,though. Feeling her warm skin beneath her clothes was nice. Touching her at all was nice. "Shopping? But..."
He stood with the door open as she gathered her bag and slung it over her shoulder. It seemed she was perhaps overhwelmed by the gesture or maybe she just had something else in mind. Garrett probably should have listened to her more, but she wasn't really saying much and someone had to make decisions around here. " I thought that getting out and buying some nice untouched clothes and just spending the day with me might make you happy." As she walked past him, closed the door and locked it, moving with her until they were at the back of the car.
Opening the trunk, he answered her question and offered one of his own. " This is a shopping mall, a building with many different stores and restaurants. It should be a nice diversion. Would you mind leaving your backpack in the trunk? It's just going to be in the way inside. " He really was trying to be nice. Garrett was hardly conventional, but it had been pleasant up to this point that Madlaina had been open and honest with him. Most of all, the joy was in her acceptance of him.
Garrett couldn't be more pleased to see her smile. Every time she did so, it made his heart a little lighter. He watched her previously slumped and sullen posture brighten and tighten with his reassurrance. It always felt good to have someone who cared about you and understood where you were coming from. He could use just as much of that as she could ,he suspected. The car continued to navigate through more bustling areas as the urban sprawl began to dominate the scenery. He missed the simplicity of trees already. Fortunately, it wasn't as if they were going downtown among the giant sun blocking buildings. This was more of a commercial area, very commercial considering their destination was to be the mall.
He knew she had to do her own shopping. Considering that he knew what thrift store clothes looked like from experience, he wanted something better for her. He had probably spent the first year of his life among other mutants in sheer Goodwill. Nothing wrong with some here and there, but surely some new clothes felt good. It would also lessen the stress on her gift, as only the random browsers and those who made the garment would affect her, as opposed to the heavier essences of previous wearers.
Her pitched reply of defiance caught Garrett off guard. Reacting naturally, his hand went to her shoulder, his thumb slightly pacing back and forth as he gripped her. " I'm just moving to a new house, Maddy. It's actually closer to the Mansion than the Clinic was. I'm not going away. I want to see you every day." It was true. Better out than in, as was the case normally. He was now navigating the crowded parking lots of the large conglomeration of structures, looking for a good spot to park in that would protect his new purchase. Short of the occasional short stoppage over stupid children and a rousing 'Odelay!' from onlookers who thought his car might start bouncing, Garrett soon found a nice spot with a curb on one side and a large truck on the other.
Coming to a slow halt, he rolled the windows up and turned off the air conditioning. Removing his hand from her, he looked over at her. " Come on, we're going shopping. I heard that shopping always makes a girl happy. Let's find out if that is true." Stepping out of the vehicle and locking his side, he made his way to her side before she was done collecting herself. Opening the door for her, he waited for her to emerge so they could enjoy their day together.
Madlaina's growing mastery of the language only proved to endear her to Garrett further. "No, you is first ride it. I is two." Her astute and logical observation slightly slid under his guard. She was just too precious. " Very true. You are the first person to ride next to me after I bought it then. Sound better?" He chuckled along with her, happy to have her by his side. As scenery trailed by them, he could tell that his question about the Mansion had struck a nerve. He was always doing that in one form or another.
She was slumping in the seat, apparently trying to either work out what to say or how to say it. The language barrier only made it more difficult, no doubt. her head turned as she looked out the window, doing her best to answer him. "No... Is not wrong. Is just... not right. I should not say things... Is bad day today. I have been worse than Mansion, so is okay." As the roads began to become more congested, Garrett had time to actually look over at her. " Hey, don't feel bad. I'll make sure your day gets better. I know about worse than the Mansion. before I lived there, I was homeless, having to rob people for food money. It could be much worse. So don't feel so bad, okay?" There was so much more history than that, but if he had it his way, they would have all the time in the world to learn about each other.
"So... Why you get car?" How to explain simply...There wasn't a way but to be direct. Their destination was looming, wouldn't be too far now. " Well, the place where we were before? My apartment? I am moving from there to a new home. I need a new car because I can't use the Clinic van anymore, since I won't be working there. I got this car in particular because it felt right for me. Like it feels right to have you here." Probably unnecessary to add that last part, but since subtle hints were failing so hard, he thought perhaps something a bit more obvious might work on her.
((OOC: Everything is fine as usual. Happy to get more conversational opportunities.))
It seemed as if Madlaina might be trying to read Garrett's face. He was unsure if it would be a good thing to decipher, considering his current mode of thought toward her, so he tried raising his eyebrows slightly and smiling more, to appear less obvious in his interest in her. "Is nice see you, too… Is car I not see… um… before?" Her grasp of English was getting better. That would help them in their future conversations, surely. " I just bought the car, actually. You will be the first to ride in it." An esteemed position for one who he hoped would soon always be at his side.
"Da, I go with you!" Her instant enthusiasm to join him nearly made him press the gas pedal with his own ripple of excitement. He remained in control, watching her hurry around the car and slide into the vehicle next to him. After waiting for her to get her seatbelt adjusted, he motioned with his head. " Feel free to put your bag in the floor, there. It's clean." And there she was. In the car, seated next to him. Just like that.
Looking at her, he noticed he was also the subject of her eye as well. She was pointing at the road. Her candor made him naturally smirk. "We go now. I not want be here." He nodded in her direction, sliding the transmission into drive and easing into the roadway. The engine seemed to purr with the resuming of travel, as the beast was ready to leap into action. Picking up the pace, they started to move onward. Tiem for conversation as he drove them to their destination. " So, what is wrong with the Mansion? Are you not liking it?" He found himself resorting to the simple English, just in case.
Garrett watched as she corrected his correcting, only adding to her repertoire of surprises. Her explanation of the word's use was quite logical, so he waved it off. It really wasn't all that important, considering her just wanted to help her, which he seemed to be doing. Besides, he is nice, which was the sentiment he was after. Only his perception of the subtle caugth the slight accent on the word human, which he found interesting. A mind falling short of synaptic firing due to alcohol was not the tool to use in an ethics discussion, so he chose to save that topic for later.
She wanted nothing to do with a pillow. It was a valiant attempt on his part, but her decision to go to the Mansion in the middle of the night seemed to be only in theory, as her sleepy eyes and body decided not to move. "Okay. In some day, you my lots friend and I your lots friend. You tell me." He settled back in the sofa, cocking his own head on the sofa to line up eyes with her, grinning. He just nodded. " I would love that." He continued to watch her until she drifted away, her head slding back to the arm of the sofa.
Garrett sat there for some time, watching Madlaina sleep. He waited and watched until her breathing bacame even and her eyes began to move behind her eyelids, signifying REM sleep. Once this state of deeper sleep had been achieved, he eased himself off of the sofa, not wishing to disturb her dreams. Standing above her, he sensed the cool climate of the air conditioning made a blanket needless. It might wake her unexpectedly anyway. Kneeling down to his haunches, he brought his own face close to her own as the hum of the A/C went away, his senses focusing on scent. Without sharply inhaling, he allowed a slow breath to work its way through his nose, her scent trailing along like a melody . His gave a small sigh of staisfaction and rose, leaving the apartment briefly to go downstairs and get her bicycle. Returning shortly, he brought it into the room, locking the front door and turning in himself.
She surely noticed the car. She had stopped, looking at it cautiously without being sure what to do. Her awkward indecision was enthralling to Garrett. He was glad he hadn't done anything sudden or she may have very well scattered to the wind like the little bird she was. Once the window had opened and he was visible, he could see her positioning herself to see who was watching her as astutely as she watching. His eyes were centered on her perfect face, her pale creamy skin,which had a slight sheen to it with the heat and humidity of the day. Her lips uttered a word as her eyes flashed with recognition. It was a word he wished to hear pass those lips more often.
He watched her look both ways before crossing the street, her soft hair whipping behind her back slightly with each pass. Then she came to him, her small frame bouncing across the street until she was right there, leaning in toward him. Of course it was only to say hello, but everything didn't have to be written out plainly. He smiled at her as she became close to him. "You did trouble me, Garrett…What is you doing?" They were terribly close. Closer even than when she was asleep on his couch and he had leaned down to look closely at her face before retiring himself. " I'm sorry if I startled you. I actually was coming to see you just now. Then i find you out here walking anyway. It's good to see you again, Madlaina."
He noticed her eyes following the length of the car. " Do you like the car? I just bought it. It's just what I needed. The cool air from the air conditioning was blowing past him and into her face, her skin drying and cooling before him. He could see a look of general discomfort in her, perhaps from the heat and the backpack she was carrying. " Since I was coming to see you anyway, would you like to go for a ride?" A flip of a finger and the passenger door unlocked. " It's cool in here and I wanted to take you for a ride in it anyway. What do you say?" He suspected he knew the forthcoming answer anyway, but it would be another word he longed to hear from her lips.
