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.
Tarin had turned out to be quite a guy, besides an understanding prospective employer. He had been in the state system like Garrett. Well, he may have been in the homes and in the system, but probably not tethered up to wires and equipment so much. But it was still a similarity. And he could certainly talk. It was probably due to being holed up in here by himself, but really, with nothing in here but a medium, why would people come in all the time? He hoped Tarin would really let him get some things rolling here, so he could not only see profit but some real activity.
These things were for the future though, and the practicing Taoist lived in the present, thereby creating tomorrow's future today. The idea of a bank account sounded promising. One where he could make a dual life, one where he was not Garrett Wills, the neural manipulating man, but simply Garett Wills the man. He had always felt fortunate that his abilities didn't leave him with claws, wings or many other mutations he had seen in the camps.
But to the matter at hand, Monday sounded very good. " Monday sounds great. I look forward to it, Tarin. And thanks. " He smiled and began putting incense and mirrors into the bag. " It should really turn out well. But don't worry, my ambition is just that. I realize you are the owner here. We can start slow and see how things go as far as expansion. Just happy to have somewhere to go all day. The Mansion is nearly rebuilt, so I need to have something to do besides hang out with kids." He chuckled a bit. It may have sounded a little crass, but it was the truth.
Tarin had to stop him, he was getting pretty excited. Well, he was. Everything kept falling in his lap just right, it was hard not to get a little giddy from the ride. " Oh, yeah, of course. I didn't mean to get ahead of myself. It's just a great opportunity and this place has alot of potential is all." He shuffled a bit, uneasy that he may have talked too much.
"But I would definitely like the chance for a job. Yes. I'm glad it's under the table because I have no paperwork anymore. It's all caught up with the state." He corrected himself so he didn't seem like a felon or something. " I was in foster care and group homes until last year. Then I was homeless, so I didn't really have ID anymore. Besides that, I don't really want any government identification or I might find myself back in the camps." Too much information? He hoped not.
The comment snapped him from his thoughts. "Oh, no problem, Ghost. Habit, I guess." It was common courtesy and it left him to his thoughts for a while. It had been a good day. He found a home, made some friends and even happened on some money. His Tao was flowing freely and pure. But his eyes were drooping. Best to go on and hit the hay before another long and filled day.
He walked over to the table, looking at Ghost in her semi-corporeal form. " I want to move my hand through you, but I won't,"he said to Ghost. He didn't know why he had the irresistable urge. "It was nice to meet you, Sam, but I have had a long day and I am going to go on to bed." He smiled. He looked at Ghost again and said," and of course, I look forward to seeing you again soon, solid or not," He said with a wink. With that, he turned to make his way to his room and sleep.
As Garrett was explaining the items, Tarin seemed to do a double take and asked him about the Mansion."Yeah," replied Garrett. Was it that big of a deal? "You are welcome to ride back with me if you like, provided you pay the cab back." Seemed fair enough. This would also save him some money for who knows what. " Does that mean you are a mutant?" Garrett asked pointedly.He rubbed the coins in his pocket, watching the threads of the world become sewn.
"It's fine if you are. I seem to find others like myself. Garrett Wills, a pleasure." He extended his arm in greetings to a brother mutant. " My own abilities pretty much hurt people. I have gone there to learn the positive uses for it and for better control. Plus I was homeless two days ago, so everything is a step up." He smiled, hoping to relieve the man's apparent anxiety.
As if the meeting was not enough of a sign, Tarin was now offering Garrett a job, tax free. "As for employment, I could use the extra cash and would enjoy working in a place that suits my lifestyle. Not only will I keep you informed, but whatever profits we make, we can buy the kind of things that will really get people in here. You can use your talents as an extra thing, by appointment only, with the shop being for items of interest." He was fully on track with the idea. Glass showcases with Tarot decks and pendulum quartz. Books for all types of practitioners, drums, orbs...the list went on and on in his mind. "If it works for you, it definitely works for me." Life just kept getting better.
“Hey Garrett, so can you cut off the pain receptors, or reduce motor function."
He turned to Sam and said, " Not yet, but I haven't had alot of practice, since anyone I practiced on would not enjoy it." He shrugged. Unfortunately, the only way he could train was to possibly hurt others. To have to hurt others to learn how to stop people from hurting others was quite a task. But with meals like this and plenty of exercise, he felt he would be able to. He also needed to stop in the infirmary and see what the DocProf might be able to do for him.
He was drifting off in thought again. Tomorrow he would need to start training, somehow. After he made sure to go into the city to find some items for his room and some clothes. Perhaps he could find Neena, she seemed more than capable of giving him things to do. But all of this would be after a good night's sleep, which he felt coming on sooner than later. Good food and a day of work demanded a good rest.
Garrett watched in amazement as the ice figurines danced on the table. Now that was interesting. Even his greatest achievement with his powers couldn't be that entertaining. Listening to Ghost's comments on abilities, he thought of his own. Other than hurting people and making them seize, what could he do that was positive? He needed to startworking out his body, his mind and his abilities soon. That was the goal of being here, wasn't it?
" That's pretty cool, Sam. My ability is neural manipulation, controlling people's nervous systems. I need to do some work on that though." He smiled as he gathered up the mess from the meal. He put what items were left away, loaded the dishwasher, wiped up any mess and threw trash out. Where there may have been a lack of food, there was no shortage of cleaning products. Probably due to the renovation effort, he thought.
It was good to see Ghost so vibrant and active. He had certainly not seen so much talking and excitement for her. After the things they had shared though, anybody would need a break. He let the two of them enjoy their conversation as he looked out the window at the forest beyond the walls. Dreams of training and achievement filled his mind.
"Aww Garett, I'm sorry." she said, chuckle and all. He looked down at the pile of batter and food and then up at her. " Well, I guess I am the lucky one twice over. Once because I receive the mutant pancake. Twice because it was obviously made with love." He poked at a bit of it that was still bubbling. " I think that's love. Well, whatever it is, it will be delicious." He rummaged through the cupboards and drawers, getting a third plate out for Ghost and some glasses.
"What would you like to drink, Ghost?" He looked in the refrigerator, up and down, in and out. He then turned and said, "Would you like your water with or without ice?" Groceries were definitely in order at some point. He took a fork and dug into his dish, lifting a bubbly, stringy bite into his mouth. He crunched it over a few times before saying, "Deee-licious. Now what will your special ingredients be?"
Perhaps he had been wrong, this one looked like a guy. But when one of the first things he asked was what could they do, he looked at Ghost. She was looking at him, flashing him a similar look. Synchronicity rocked. Maybe he would talk to the guy and see what he was about later, but for now the mission was clear.
He watched as Ghost threw a variety of items into the batter. She was like a cyclone of cookery, it was amazing to watch. He let out an excited "Whoa!" when she flipped the patty with two spatulas. "You should hit the city as Spatula Girl." He chuckled heartily at the idea. He was then given the plate and poured the sauce liberally on the pancake as directed. He found himself ready to drool on it when it was then pushed to Sam to add a piece of mayo artwork.
"Hmm, what do we have left?" He took some of the pork that remained, some pine nuts and cashews from the high cupboards, and tore pita bread into little bits, throwing each item in like a small basketball toss. He then waited to see Spatula Girl in action as he imagined a nice spandex outfit for her.
Pizza pancake. Whatever country it wanted to be from, as long as it entered his tummy soon. He nodded to Ghost and began mixing the items, still staring into the roiling batter as it sizzled. She was lovely and a good cook, what's next? Mutant ability to find cash lying around? He shook his head slightly and snickered to himself.
The first guest arrived, following the scent like Jerry the mouse used to follow cheese, almost floating along nosefirst. The first guy he'd seen around the Mansion. He couldn't count her companion as he only saw a glimpse of a shadow falling from her window. This guy was for real and apparently friendly to boot. Garrett smiled back at Ghost and continued mixing, looking up at the new arrival.
"Garrett. Good to meet you, Sam." he said. He was glad to see some more people. Sure, Ghost was all the company he needed, but it was nice to see some guys to talk to as well. Not the little boys he had seen running around the campus. "You might want to come over, I believe these ..okonomiyaki?" he paused long enough to look at Ghost to see if his pronunciation was correct. Seeing it was, he continued. "Yes, the okonomiyaki here has the stuff you want in it. So what do you want?"
She was literally an air current, breezing through the halls and stairs to the kitchen. He saw that the pasta dish was still there as she freed herself of his grip and started to move like a whirlwind through the kitchen. She had apparently figured out a Japanese dish to eat. He was enjoying watching her buzz around with such enthusiasm. The food items started coming and he sat them down one at a time on the counter. As she perused the contents of the fridge, he removed the pasta dish and began cleaning it up, also looking for where the pots/pans/utensils were.
"What kinds of things do you like to eat?"
"Food,really. I know that sounds like an easy answer, but to someone who didn't know where their next meal was coming from a few days ago, this is a true feast." He wished he had one of those silly chef hats. It reminded him of the Swedish chef from the old Muppet Show. Dere-dere-dere-duh duh dere- bork bork bork! The thought made him a bit giddy. He looked through a doorway to the dining room, thinking if it was as good as he thought it would be, the smell would have people coming in no time. Maybe too many for the kitchen.
Oh yes, he did remember it now and the chips too. He must have inhaled it after working and feeling ill. She seemed to have a crystal clear memory of the day. His own was improving as some of the veils of worry and self doubt had been vaporized. She seemed to float free of him, but she did remain tethered by hand.
"Dinner!"
Her energy came back immediately. He followed her into the hall and enjoyed the idea of cooking something with her. What he didn't know, he could certainly play off. He had done well enough with the wall. " Sounds great. I'd love to have some and help make it too. Not like I am a chef, but hey, I am sure we can whip up something."
She had wiped a tear from his cheek and was smiling up at him with those warm, honey brown eyes. He had never felt a touch so light, she herself must be inundated with all aspects of air. How interesting it would be to personify an element. The warm mix of color in the room between those eyes, the setting sun and her locks of ivory gossamer made his blood race through his veins. The possibilities were indeed endless just like he could stare into her eyes for as long.
"Are you hungry?"
The question snapped him from his self-induced mesmerism. Indeed he was. Apart from the pasta he had eaten this morning, he was empty. It had truly been part of the reason he had wanted to quit working early. " Famished. Not a thing since this morning , unless you count concrete dust." ,he said, chuckling lightly. He still didn't want to let go of her hand, so he would wait and let her release first. "What did you have in mind?"
The tears flowed freely. He felt her small arms slide around his waist and her face against his back. He looked out the window, trying to find an answer. That is why he was here in the first place. He could have gone elsewhere to train, to discover himself. The Mansion was a broken place, the shadow of its former glory. A place that was ripe with possibility. The possibility of a life without pain or the fear of inflicting it on others.
What had happened in the camps was brutal and terrifying, indeed. But what might happen in a world of bigotry and fear and hate to his people? Yes, his people. They were all his family, sharing this burden of evolutional superiority. From sheep to shepherd. Had he gone anywhere else, he would have certainly been trained to do all sorts of horrible things to people. And he wanted no part of it.
He unfolded his arms and took her tiny hands in his own. " The world is broken. We, as mutants, have both the burden of its breaking and the responsibility to ensure it gets unbroken. Humans fear us, but if we could all work together, there would be no end to the miracles we could perform. But humans evolve slowly, they see us as a threat, so they did what they did and do what they do." He turned his body around and cradled her chin with his palm, bringing her gaze to his own.
"All we can do is trust each other and do all we can to ensure we don't start a war that no one can win. We must look inside ourselves, as painful as it is, to find the best parts of ourselves and our abilities, to use them in accordance both with our wills and what is right. Thank you for caring for me, Ghost. I only hope I can be there for you when you need me. I will always be just around the corner." He leaned in and gave her a small, warm kiss on her forehead and smiled as warmly as he had in years.
Good thing he was honest and true. This was a necessity to ride the rivers of Tao, but he could easily tell this man whatever he liked. Maybe it would be best to educate him instead. He listened and smiled, saying" Well, that has a common thread with my own looking, as I want to make my room at the Mansion more livable and more of what I would like to live in." He walked over to the corner in question and beckoned the shopkeeper over.
There were actually a few items here of use. "Incense is good for meditation. The specific scents can invoke various feelings or emotions. I see you have a few boxes of Nag Champa. Keep this stuff stocked and you will have plenty of customers. It's genuine from India. I see you have some mirrors for your display here. In my own path, I can use mirrors to direct the enrgy flow of a room using the art of Feng Shui. You might also consider some various cloroed candles, tapered. I don't need them but any of the Pagan/Wiccan crowd would. They are fairly cheap to purchase but you could make a good profit."
He knew as he had slid towards her it was the wrong move. She was beautiful and he was socially inept. This kind of thing was bound to happen eventually. He immediately returned to his upright position and returned his hand to his lap. No look of disappointment or regret. He had wanted to get everything out on the table right away. He didn't really know what that was, but now it was out. She seemed to be shaken by his actions, so he tried to reassure her.
"Of course we are friends. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to act like that. I suppose I took your talk of wickedness as a kind of flirtation. I was mistaken." There was a nice, long pause. "I suppose my life has been one of all work and no reward. All of the rewards I have gleaned from my experience were the ones I created for myself. I'm not going to go on and on about it though. I am truly sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
He stood from the bed and walked over a few paces away from her. His mistake was initally a recoiling from what she was really talking about. Might as well scratch the surface. "In regards to my wicked side..." Again, he paused out of fear of himself. A silly concept, but nonetheless quite real and visceral, right behind his eyes. " My time in the camps was as raw and terrible as anyone else's. I did receive some special treatment though. I got a room of my own and was not beaten very often. It wasn't for good behavior though."
His glance turned downwards. " My abilities were used against other mutants. I was used as a living torture device. I refused the first time, was beaten rather severely and then a gun was placed at my temple. The second time, I told them to pull the trigger. They decided instead to place the gun at a child's temple. Basically for each mutant I helped them interrogate, a child was at least spared a beating and possible torture. It was no choice. But it was what I did."
Cold, bitter tears crept from the corners of his eyes." After about 50 or so people, I noticed I was losing time. I would wake up in my bed, chained. But it was daytime and they did their interrogating at night for the most part. I continued to wake in this state until the day of the liberation. This has left me with the creeping suspicion that I might have continued on in the torturer aspect without knowing it. Perhaps a personality split due to the trauma. I have been trying to avoid that part of myself at all costs."
Thsi time, there was another pause. Though he wanted to sob, he would not for fear of triggering whatever he became at those times. He stood silently, waiting to be thrown from the room or possibly even killed. He had few regrets now.
