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.
He looked around and found two empty containers with handles, looked like old fertilizer containers. He put the hose in them each, filling them to about three-fourths of the way full. He was listening to her talk about the people she had met. " Who was this other you speak of? He came with you?", he asked as he turned the water off and recoiled the hose. Perhaps this was why she was so down, a companion and friend missing. Hopefully he hadn't acted out of turn, assuming she was single.
He laid the bag flat in the wheelbarrow with the tools he would need, looking at the water containers. If they weren't enough they could come back. "You take those water buckets and bring them. I'll take the wheelbarrow." He lifted it with the load inside and strained a bit.
"Don't push yourself too hard."
Was it that obvious? He played it off and nodded, lifting the load with his pride, if nothing else. He really needed to get in shape. As he started walking the load out towards the first hole,he said, " So tell me more of your air abilities. You have alluded to them, but nothing in depth. Mine are short and sweet because I haven't done much with them." That item would definitely be at the top of his list once the semester began.
He came down to see her quite dusty. She had managed to get the bag into the wheelbarrow. He supposed the wind did have its strength. He came into the shed, seeing her hunting around. "Wow!"' he said. " I can't believe you lugged that whole thing into the wheelbarrow. I was just going to pour the mix into it. Oh, well, that works too." He situated the bag into the wheelbarrow, then set about rummaging around for the tools he would need.
"So, have you met many others here? I have pretty much met you and Neena. I have seen alot of kids running around, but I figure they are enjoying their summer vacation. After you don't do school, summer is just the hot time of the year." He chuckled. He didn't get alot of summer vacations. A vacation for him was being awake for a prolonged amount of time. He started scanning the walls for a faucet. "The faucet and hose may be outside somewhere still attached." He shrugged. " I will get the load this time."
For someone so light and airy, she certainly seemed to be weighted down with something. He looked down at himself, all snuggled up. He was actually a bit hot now. Figured. He pulled the covers back and slung his legs over the edge, stretching his arms and rolling his neck around in a circle. "Well, I feel well enough now. We can probably get back to it. I guess I should take advantage of the good weather and see if I can't do at least one of those holes in the wall outside."
With that, he stood up and drank the rest of the water she had brought. He looked across at her and smiled. The air was a bit stifling with possibility. " I need a sec in there.", he said, pointing past her towards the bathroom. He waved the empty water bottle in his hand. As he passed her, he came terribly close scooting by. As he turned to close the door, he said," Down in the shed, there is a bag of quikrete, quick drying concrete. If you want to head down there and bring the wheelbarrow around, we'll fill it with some mix and see if we can't get one of those walls fixed with our good bricks." He closed the door, adding," Be down in a sec." Relief.
"I guess it just takes time to heal wounds then.."
Yes, it does. He had wounds that were deep himself. So gangrenous and feverish with anger towards humans for what had happened in the camps. He started to slip into that mode of his, yet he couldn't. Here this girl was experiencing a moment of happiness and it wasn't for him to interfere. He smiled and said, " Looks like you are watering your seeds now."
"I'm sorry..."
"Don't be. Everyone needs to cry occasionally. And I won't tell anyone." He smiled and took her tear moistened hand. He looked at her with kind eyes. "You never told me your name. Surely you weren't born Ghost." He smiled and took his hand back to his lap, not wanting to disrupt her formal behavior.
"Gladly.", he replied. He looked down at the three coins in his hand. He then looked at his friend and said to her, "Well, it's fairly simple, just think of the situation in your mind which you wish to reveal to yourself. There's no need to tell me." He stacked the three coins in his palm as he stretched out a flat spot on the bed. He nodded and bowed his head, his thumb and forefinger idly rubbing each other as he seemed to concentrate and clear his mind.
He began casting the hexagram. He tossed the coins in the air, letting them fall. He would cock his head to one side or the other, nodding and smiling as they would fall. He repeated this six times and then closed his eyes, thinking on it. He smiled wide at the apparent decision of the Oracle. "Fiu. The Thunder below the Earth. Very interesting. This is the hexagram of the winter solstice, the thunder of spring waiting below the earth. The Chinese saw this time as a time of rest and preparedness for the days to come. As the dormant seeds below the frozen tundra prepare to live once more, so must we wait for times to change. Your time of winter, whether it be stagnation, depression, or dormancy, will now improve. Don't force it. Allow it to occur naturally from within, as the seeds.."
He smiled at her as he gathered the coins and put them back in his pocket. "Very auspicious. Of course, it is only an Oracle, it is for you to decipher."
"Ah, Japan. Well it makes sense for your being so polite. You said you were an air elemental. Perhaps you are little Shinto spirit, come to spirit me away to a land of dreams?", he chuckled, but didn't carry on too much, so she didn't think he was teasing. "Just playing. That's very interesting. Like most Americans, I have never left the country." It was too bad, a whole world out there, but with his medical problems, it just made it all seem impossible, not to mention the money.
He dug in his pocket and pulled his Chi coins out. As he opened his hand to show them to her, he said, " I have always enjoyed China more, no offense. I am a Taoist and have used these coins to cast I Ching hexagrams for years." The dull coins, each with a square cut out of the center, still gave a slight sheen in the altered twilight. "Perhaps I can cast one for you? I don't know of your beliefs and don't wish any harm. You never know though." He smiled, the coins lying flat in his palm.
"I know that we just met, but I'd like to think that I can believe in you. That my sense of character isn't entirely naive or something."
" I know better. I never make any assumptions about anyone, friend or foe. That is a sure way to defeat. My old friend Sun Tzu taught me that." He smiled at the thought. Indeed, every circumstance in life could be equated to a battlefield, a test of wills, the pull between the elements.
"You may have been the first person not to ask what my ability was. I'm not hiding it, but it's nice to be treated like a person first. Instead of an air elemental or a mutation or worse... is that strange?"
"An air elemental? Fascinating. I would be happy to have any kind of ability like that. Something so free. It is a burden and responsibility to have such a potent gift as mine. I could permanently damage someone or kill them.", he replied, nodding a bit. He scooted up in the bed so he could sit up, carefully removing the compress, which had now gone cold, from his eye. The world got a bit sparkly as the blood began to rush through his head again.
"Are you feeling better at all? Is there something I can do? I can go if you need quiet."
He nodded and answered, " Indeed. The rest and quiet did help. I am starting to feel better, thank you. Could I have my shirt back?" He slid it back over his shoulders and pulled it down snugly." I wish you would stay, though. I am enjoying your company. Tell me more of your abilities, if you like. Or just about yourself." He moved over closer to the wall, giving her more space on the edge. Maybe he shouldn't have taken the other bed out, but he had no social plans. Until now.
She was truly an angel to him. When she had sat down on the edge of the bed, he hadn't felt anything. No weight. She seemed to have that pensive anxiety that many mutants had now, this was normal. But she was really trying to see past all that and just have a conversation. It was very soothing and calming. These factors and her little, ruffled white croptop just put the word Angel before him. Not that he believed in them, but it made for a nice literary segue in his mind.
"Why thank you, Miss Ghost.", he replied, his smile more evident. "I think it was for the best, since before I came, I felt like I could easily slide either way. No one would like me in the darkness." This was quite true. He didn't dare close his eyes, as he would undoubtedly see things from beneath that horrible hood. His capacity for terror was as broad as his capacity for kindness. Best to stick with the latter, for now.
He had faded a bit, the rest and heat from the compress soothing him. He heard the knock, its reverberations floating through the room.His uncovered eye opened to see her glide into the room, like a ...well yeah, ghost. "Ojamashimawhat?", he said, a smile creeping on his face. He smiled and took the water bottle from her. " I bet you thought this was a trick. Sorry, I figured you wouldn't know where I was otherwise. Since you are here, have a seat?" He patted the side of the bed.
"Before I came here, I was prone to seizures. In fact, my power is like that, I can manipulate people's nervous systems. The problem is, the less I use it on people, the more sick I seem to be. On the streets, I used it for self defense and.." He looked down, a small sigh of guilt escaping. " I also used it to get money from people sometimes. I know it's wrong, but I had to survive." He hoped his admission of larceny didn't make her wary of him. He couldn't figure out why he was spilling his guts to her, but it was more than likely due to the fact that she seemed to care. Not alot of those around, even less frequent than mutations.
Garrett entered the room and flipped the light off. Without his shirt, the cool air on his body gave him goosebumps, which looked odd considering he was mostly hairless. He stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door open for residual light. He turned the hot water on and let it run until there was a bit of steam rising. He bent over and let the steam rise and cover his face. The heat made it back down a little. He soaked a washcloth in the scalding water, wrung it out and then placed it in a folded square over his eye. Immediate relief and the room started to focus a bit.
Still, this was a slight victory. He needed to get in the bed. He pulled the drapes, leaving one side askew so that some light would enter indirectly. He slid under the covers and propped his head up under the pillow. One eye closed under the hot compress, he looked into the hall, waiting to see if she would come.
He was glad she didn't hassle him. This had been his project and he was handing it off to her, or so it seemed. He would return out here and work, but there was all the time in the world. He could feel a migraine sliding over his left eye, like an amoeba of pain. He smiled weakly and nodded to her as she was heading back to the dumpster. He covered his eye with his fingers and pressed slightly, milking it for tears. Somehow this seemed to relieve the pressure a bit. When you are in pain, you will do just about anything to get out of it, depending on its severity.
He started walking back to the mansion, the pain echoing in his head whenever his feet hit the ground. He called out to her, " I think I will be up in my room." Even the volume of the controlled yell was still enough to make his head ring. His body was a mess, too much too soon. He hoped she didn't think it was a trick to get her up there. He just needed to lie down and rest, regardless of who was there. He made his way up the stairs, holding the banister firmly with his right hand, the left shielding his eyes slightly like a visor. He traveled down the middle hall and opened the door to his room. He looked down the hall, realizing he hadn't told her which room he was in. He took his shirt off and dropped it in the hall outside his door. He left the door cracked and entered, hoping for some relief from the pain.
(OOC: I am going to my room in bedrooms thread now, will return here when i am better to go back to work.)Garrett's Room
Mondragon Labs. He thought he had heard talk of it on the streets, but he wasn't sure. He had missed alot in whatever time had passed after the camps. A slight wave of nausea floated over him, threatening to cut the work short. They had arrived at the other large hole in the wall. He quickly worked to scoop the bricks into the wheelbarrow, the sun's light becoming even brighter in his peripheral vision. He had better take a break or he would regret it soon, as sensitivity to light was a trigger.
" I think after this load, I ought to go inside for a few, cool off. My body is telling me I am overdoing it.", he said, perspiration freely flowing over him. He hated to be so weak, but considering what he had been through, he was doing well. He would just have to be logical and take the rest when needed. He certainly wouldn't get much done if he was out of commission for a day, laid up with a migraine. "After a rest, I would be happy to come back out. Or you can join me. Whatever you like." His sweat was turning cold on his back, the signs pointing inside.
Sun was coming up strong and bright, making the day hotter. The humidity wasn't all that bad, though. It can always be worse. Ghost's enthusiasm only made him work harder. As they were unloading the bricks, she mentioned the liberation of the camps. The camps. Medical. Tension gripped the back of his neck like a vise.The screaming, faint but present in his mind. He looked at her closer. No, she wasn't a patient. But anyone here could be.
His eyes snapped open as she was handing him the wheelbarrow. "What labs are you talking about? I went into a coma of sorts sometime near the camp's liberation. I think." He rubbed his temples, the screams and pleading rolling back through his mind like an ebb tide. He picked up the wheelbarrow and started walking farther down the fence line. "Grilled cheese, haven't had one of those in ages.", he said with a fake chuckle. He was trying to regain his composure. No reason to flip out every time he met someone.
"Well, I thought it might be good to go all the way down the wall and get all of the good bricks together. Then we can stack them all in a central location. Then everything left is rubble and can be cleared out easier. Seemed logical." His mind seemed to stay in a logical mode often. Made everything clean and proper. It seemd that it might be best to do alot of the jobs here in stages.People milling about here and there, if he stayed near the action, he might persuade some of these kids to do some work.
He thought about it as he looked for a good spot. He pointed to an area in the grounds with one lone tree. "Just offload any good bricks there. We can walk the perimeter and get all of the good bricks separated, then come back through and stack them all there. Then it will be easy to just load all the rubble indiscriminately." He nodded to himself. It wasn't a bad plan at all, certainly cut down on the chaos factor. "So how long have you been here?", he asked as he stacked the remaining tools neatly by the wall, taking shovel in hand.
