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.
Garrett will be inspecting his soon to be purchased manor in the near future. It is fairly isolated, while being about a mile away from the Mansion as the crow flies. If you would like to roam around there, I'm sure he'd be happy to meet you. There is a guest house on the property or a stable if you like that better. Let me know via PM.
It seemed Jude did know him after all. What an awkward situation for him. The boy, anyway. Garrett raised his eyebrows in a motion of acknowledgement, but didn't expand on it. Turning to face Maya, he smiled but refused a cookie. "No cookie, thanks. They do smell good, though." Garrett wasnt particularly fond of all of the sideways glances he was getting from the boy, especially if he remembered him. Jude had been a controller not just in vocation, but by his very actions. Maya remained Swizerland, as predictably as ever.
Sveta's friendly nature seemed artificial. It was nothing like he had remembered. So she was going to be his neighbor. He wasn't so sure that the term should even be used now, considering this jilted lover routine he was getting. He hadn't even been anyone's lover. The frustration and standoffishness of the two made him shoot the rest of the glass down his gullet. He could only nod. There wasn't much to say about it. " Well, that seems okay for now. I've been doing some work off the books for a while now and I hope to get my own residence before long. Then you can move in as many people as you like." he smiled with his face, though his eyes probably did not join in. It seemed that Maya was wearing the pants now and whatever loose partnership he had with Sebastian was now in name only. It made the idea of leaving easier.
Garrett stood in his new office, looking it over. He was already late, which was pain enough. Straightening his tie in the mirror, he thought about the droll possibilities of a dance. Mostly kids, few adults. He certainly wasn't going to be checking how close they girls were to the boys. It wasn't a media event, after all. It was just a fun dance. What was that again? Fun. The last time he had fun was....when was that? It was always media packets, investigations, records, paperwork. Yeah, Garrett was turning into a proper old fart at the age of twenty two.
Looking at his manicured fingernails, he took a step back to have a looksy at the finished project. Shiny black shoes, pressed lack pants and white shirt. The collar of his shirt was a bit tight, but his new extracurricular activities made it doable. Well, enough with the ego stroking, it was time to join the rest of the Mansion in the Danger Room. The soles of his shoes clicked on the hardwood floors whenever there weren't luxurious rugs padding underfoot. As his hand slid over the polished railing, Garrett reached into his pocket and retrieved a pair of leather gloves, sliding them over his fingers, stretching them slightly. he would hate to be able to dance with the one or two fully matured women who might be there without them lighting up as a neural map.
A small inaudible sigh escaped his lips as the hall leading to the Danger Room was filled with tweens and whatever the next age group was called now. Kids, basically. His slight intolerance was easily glossed over with pleasantries and smiles. He could already hear music piping in from the Danger Room. This was a good thing, as the lights would be dimmed somewhat and he could work the room in whatever fashion he liked. A few handshakes and he was in. It crossed his mind how pleasant it was to touch a hand and see nothing but flesh and sleeve for a change. He stood amongst the party goers, seeing that it was soda and punch. Gods, how he hated punch.
His eyes began scanning the room. some faces he knew, some he did not. With his new job title,, he'd have to make sure to know all of these faces soon, but not right now. Now was time for fun, or a search for whatever that was. He could see not os little anymore Katrina, talking to a boy nearly eye to eye. That was something.He could also see Sir Gawain and his damsel, cooing over each other. What a pair. His eyes began to wander back and forth, forth and back, until he saw someone who he did wish to speak to. Andrea, who seemed to be surrounded by people. No surprise really. A boy was holding a pair of shoes up to her in an accusatory fashion. Garrett's eyes panned down to her bare green feet. Timing made the world go round, so he moved closer, lining himself up with her general line of sight, but not intruding.Yet.
The longer Garrett observed miss Yoon, the more he saw quiet confidence as flippant indignation. She merely had nothing to say because she wanted to get on with the program, get to her room and be done with the general interview. Now the number of bags and the attitude about her mutation was becoming crystal clear. She wanted to be in a human school, but couldn't. She resented being at the Mansion, fearing it was full of illiterate freaks. She didn't even care to actually hear about Garrett's mutation, the snort clearing that right up.
Her decision to 'think about it' came off so disinterested that Garrett had to really choose his words carefully, remembering he was Public Relations, but for a much different reason this time. If she didn't think she could kill anyone, maybe the first time she made someone hypothermic and they went into a coma it might register. Garrett returned the fake smile. " I also work in the Infirmary with our resident healer, the DocProf. You'lll see it on your map." Business and formality she wanted and she got it in spades. Garrett fished a key from his pocket and tossed it over to her. "The key has the room number on it. You'll find the corresponding room on your map. Anything else I can help you with?" Probably not.
Garrett found that Andrea was not accustomed to being complimented. It was probably due to ignorance and the general anxiety people might feel at the sight of a green person. He thought she was lovely, though, and since she couldn't see his reactions, he took the liberty to smirk at her blushes. Still looking into her eyes, his reply to his being one of the few to see her gorgeous amber orbs was, " I guess that makes me extremely fortunate then."
He was surprised and a bit amused at the idea of her trying to continue to eat with no sight. Her had to be ravenous to risk poking herself in the face with metal tongs. He just shook his head and smiled, resisting the urge to snicker audibly."It's odd, though. Because even though I cannot see you, I still remember what you look like." Smiling further as he waited by her side, he asked, " I hope that it is a favorable picture in your head?" A little flirting never hurt anyone. Who knew? It might actually get Garrett somewhere someday.
He was pleased that she was so agreeable her gloved fingers wrapping over his arm as she took his assistance. it was a resistable urge to put his arm around her waist, but just barely. Garrett sometimes wondered if he didn't possess some kind of secondary mutation related to charm. It aways seemed so easy to have women respond agreeably to him. Unfortunately, it was the long term that rarely panned out. For now, he would settle with the closeness of a beautiful friend, " Well, the weather is nice enough, why don't we just walk the grounds? you might enjoy the smells in the flower garden and we could sit at the gazebo for a while." Would that actually work, being so forward? He was interested to find out.
Madlaina seemed to relax, discovering that Garrett was not taking her to an interrogation room or whatever they did in Romania. Garrett had half heartedly wished he had gone over there to investigate, but at the time, he had no finances with which to do so. The time to himself had helped him to sort things out anyway. She still looked confused and her question summed it up. he had dodged one bullet only to stand in the path of another. " Because it pays well, I suppose. Also, I can do things on my own time without having to answer to someone." Again, a simplistic answer which wasn't entirely correct, but until her English improved, it only made things harder to explain.
As she passed through the door, she tripped and fell, fortunately catching herself on the railing. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she looked up at him. Of course, there was no reason for that. He placed his hand on her shoulder in order to reassure her. " Are you okay? You aren't hurt are you? There's no reason to feel bad." He was much more concerned with her well being than anything else." We go....up there?" Garrett nodded as they began to ascend slowly.
He gingerly kept his hand behind her back, touching more shirt than back, just to make sure she didn't fall again. While not wishing to be rude, he couldn't allow her to fall and hurt herself. Once they reached the top of the stairs, he directed her down the hall toward the door of his apartment, which was still open. Once they reached it, he entered first, picking up some newspaper clippings about Faust Pharmaceuticals and placing them in the kitchen. The living room was still fairly minimalistic, with only the small table and his leather sofa to sit at. The TV on its stand dominated the room, while his computer desk took up the other wall. Still nothing on the walls except the neutral paint, but at least his boxes were unpacked. Turning to her at the threshold, he announced, " Make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink?" His hand flourished like a game show host to either the table or sofa while he waited for her reply.
Hey folks, just to let you know. this summer is very busy at work, so I haven't forgotten anyone, but my free time is very limited. I will do my best to stay active and keep posts as current as possible, so just bear with me. Also, Roland is on the shelf for now due to an OOC conflict, so no new threads with him for a while.
She seemed very quiet and deliberate. Both good things in general, but it made for a slow process of reading the new arrival. As she stook a seat and opened the packet, Garrett took his own seat acrooss from her, looking at the bags. It made sense to install some kind of elevator into the Mansion, perhaps one with a secret way of entering into the lower areas where training commenced. He'd have to get with Sam about that, he thought as he listened to her explain herself.
"Uh, I don’t really know how to describe it. The counselor that helped me with transferring here told me that it has to do with thermoregulation, but I’ve really just begun to understand it so...basically, I can change someone’s internal temperature.” Garrett found this very interesting, his eyebrows raising in a Spock like manner. " That is a very interesting and potentially deadly gift. Surely you would want to work on that, to ensure your own safety as well as the safety of others. My own gift, neural manipulation, governs the manipulation and control of nervous systems. I can contreol my own sensations and those of others. Our gifts are very similar in a sense, considerign they have the capability both to help and harm, they are invisible, and they both require a great deal of control. I hope you'll consider training with us to discover this control."
Garrett listened to Sam as he explained the events surrounding the birthday brawl. It was a definite lesson in perspective, as of course his own was skewed. " I understand about the fight. I mostly wanted to explain my own position there. Hopefully, we can keep those kind of confrontations to a minimum from now on. I'll do whatever I can to help." He watched as Sam mirrored the bow, smirking as he remarked on it. " To be honest, I didn't either, Sam. It just came naturally, but thank you."
Standing as a hand was extended in his direction, Garrett took it and returned the handshake firmly, Sam's neural map cascading over his form at the same time. " It's really no problem, Sam. While I do stay very busy, I will give this position the attention it deserves. Do you mind if I take Neena's old office? I imagine that's the only one that still has any space in it for work. As far as socializing, I am easy enough to find, so just let me know and we can sort out hanging out soon." Releasing the grip, he waited to hear about Neena's office. It would be an honor to have it, without being thrown out the window of it again.
Jude was the first to see him. The boy shuffled between the two women, unsure of the man before him. it made sense to a point, considering Garrett's getup, but the manipulator wondered if there wasn't a karmic strain involved, considering the future version's dislike of him. Either way, he was just a kid now, more than likely to young to have even expressed his genetic diversity yet. So, just a kid. Upon being greeted, Garrett stood and smiled, placing his glass down on the roof's edge so as to be able to speak and move freely.
Approaching the trio, he answered Maya first, as she was the first to speak. " I haven't. It's good that there is something up here. I was thinking myself of putting a telescope up here to look at the night sky." He knelt down to look at the plants, his fingers fondling the leaves." Of course, a rural location would be best, considering the city lights and their masking of the sky." He stood again, now much closer. Jude was still eying him warily. " I have not met Jude, surprisingly enough. Hello there. I am Garrett Wills, a friend of your parents. I also live here and help Sebastian in the Clinic on occasion." He smiled but didn't expect much.
Placing his hands in the pockets of his robes, he smiled at Sveta. She was stepping away from him, so the gesture he had made with his hands was one of understanding and consideration. " Of course I know her. It's good to see you are well." He paused a moment, deciding how to proceed. The whiskey told him to quit worrying, so he did. " Yes, I'm quite alright. I didn't get the chance to turn myself in as I was picked up on the way. I'm currently working with the police now, in a sense. So, everything worked out. I trust Sebastian found you somewhere safe to stay?" Eff--Sveta's presence made him wonder if the safe place was Sebastian's attempt to hide in plain sight.
“Uh, nice to meet you. And thanks for helping me with my bags… I don’t know why I brought so many…” Garrett merely grinned as he carried the baggage. " Well, hopefully because you intend to stay for a while. I'd be more surprised if you came to live here with one bag." That's what he had done, but he had come fresh off the street, ready for delousing. Oh, how times had changed. He felt her anxiety as he punched in the numbers on the gates. " You aren't locked in. Just buzz Johnny, our gatekeeper. He'll let you in and out., We've had some security issues lately, so this is the best way to do things currently." That sounded much better than the truth.
"And honestly, I just want to graduate. That’s my sole goal for my time here." Putting the bags down inside the foyer, he couldn't argue much. " Well, that should be the primary goal of all the students here. It's really a bare minimum. Hopefully we can also teach you about how to use your gift as well." He had already brought the welcome packet with him, picking it up from a table in the foyer and handing it to her. It contained a new Welcome letter he had typed up, the obligatory Mansion map, though his new version only contained the public areas. Also contained was the questionnaire. He handed her a pen.
" Why don't you have a seat over in the living room and we'll cover a few things. Primarily, what is your mutation? Mine is neural manipulation." Best to get the show me yours for mine business out of the way.
Garrett had returned the night before. He hadn't been sure why, since returning the the scene of the crime wasn't the brightest thing he could have done. His perspective was much clearer these days. Not so much static in his head. Besides, he was being watched and followed. So, why act different? Why look over both shoulders anymore? Being out in the open was liberating, not vulnerability. As things continued to fall into place for him, his position was becoming more and more defended, just as he liked.
A hot shower seemed to help. There was more standing beneath the water than scrubbing, though. The hot water streaming over him, buffeting his senses with a deluge, cleansing away the grit of the past few weeks. His body was more streamlined now, as the rigorous exercise that the interrogators had promised had been delivered. It was harder and much more low tech than the toys of the Danger Room, but no less effective. The water was turned off and he reached out for a towel. As he covered his stubbly head with it, he felt suddenly...exhilarated. He was awake and alert. No coffee for miles, so that narrowed it down a bit. Sebastian had brought her back. As if the new renovations in the building weren't enough.
A robe would suffice, along with a nice glass of scotch on the rocks. The amber liquid cascaded over the frozen blocks, the definitive hissing and cracking as room temperature alcohol met its frigid cousin. A short sip agreed with Garrett's initial desire. Sliding his feet into a pair of flip flops, he made his way into the living room. Swishing the ice in the glass, he thought carefully about what he was going to say this time. A thunderous racket of feet on the fire escape ascended to the roof. A pair of boxers for courtesy soon accompanied his otherwise meager wardrobe.
Garrett's own climb to the roof was much more measured. No reason to spill the whiskey, after all. The glass was set upon the edge of the roof first, since flip flops and robe on the side of a building required a more significant amount of focus. As the rooftop came into view, so did its occupants. Garrett was immediately relieved that he had brought the scotch. Sveta, the woman who helped him in many ways, some good some bad. Maya, a subject worthy of a volume of lore. He knew the boy, though this was his first occasion to speak to him. As a boy, anyway. Slinging his legs over, he crossed one over the other and took another sip, not as short.
.Garrett was finding that courage was something learned, It wasn't some kind of magical mojo that appeared out of nowhere in the nick of time. No one was born brave. It took doses of fear to build up an immunity to it. Courage was fear's antivenom. Garrett turned to face Maya, looking directly into those warm eyes. " You no more abandoned me than you left me. Meaning, you did neither. I have always been responsible for everything in my life, Maya. It's just getting around time to start fessing up." He could spend the rest of the day explaining himself for the trespasses against her. No reason to flog a dead horse.
Why was she one of his closest friends? She could always be relied on. It was a stark contrast from being reliable. Whatever the case or the circumstances, even with the many wrongs he had done her, she was always willing to be there for him as a friend. If there was a more factual definition, Garrett was all ears. His trademark grin in place, he continued. " Well, I'm not sure yet. So far, I study all of the codes and laws of the city, the city's history, procedures. All sorts of bureaucracy. I seem to have a penchant for it."
Garrett had been setting up a security monitor in his office, connected with the camera at the gate of the Mansion. It was logical to him that if he were to truly be the 'face' of the Mansion, then it made sense that he know who was in front of said face. He'd been on the phone with Johnny in security, trying to get the technical details fixed. " It's still fuzzy. Yes. I connected that already." Reaching behind the small color monitor, he carefully unscrewed the jack and straightened it up and screwed it back on, crystallizing the picture.
When he stepped back in front of the screen, he could see what appeared to be a new arrival at the Mansion. He looked through the growing stack of paperwork on his desk as he spoke to Johnny. " Yeah, it was my fault. I fixed it. Yeah, I see her. I'll take care of it. Yeah, bye." He noticed the paperwork for the girl arriving. The description in the file for Haylee Yoon matched the person outside. His eyes scanned the words written therein. It appeared her public school had basically exiled her over her being a mutant. It looked like an excellent PR opportunity and he made some notes about the school for later perusal.
Making his way out on the grounds, he could see the cab driving off. Dressed in khaki cargo shorts and a oversized green T-shirt, Garrett stepped up to the control panel, smiling at the girl and pressing in the combination code to open the gates. He kept running through his head that he was Public Relations, not a guy. PR, not a guy. PR , not a guy. Of course it was yet another beautiful girl. Maybe one day there would be a horribly disfigured creature that he could relate to. Or he could meet a guy at the gates one day. That would help.
He approached her and began slinging bags with straps over his shoulder and picking up suticases. " Hey. You must be Haylee. I'm Garrett Wills, Director of Public Relations here. Pleasure to meet you. Come on in and we can get settled and talk about your future here. I'm sure it will be bright." He waited for her to step through the gates before closing them again and securing them.
Giggles. Garrett smiled and chuckled along with Andrea, as that was possibly the only sound he hadn't heard when applying his gifts to someone. He heard her sigh as the pain retreated, his hands softening their kneading of her shoulders, her skin warm beneath his touch."Does it always feel so... tingly? It feels wonderful..." Garrett smiled and did his best not to let the spirit of the moment take him away. It wouldn't be difficult, considering Andrea's exotic beauty. " Well, usually it isn't pleasant at all, but I am not so practiced in using it for stress releif or pleasure. more their opposites. Anytime you'd like me to touch you for long periods, I'm pretty easy to find."
"I feel the same, still tickley though... She was still now, apparently trying to look through the darkness, a thing that Garrett often encountered when he turned his own vision off."How do we know that it worked though?..." How indeed? While he was only seventy five percent sure that he was correct, he knew that her stare wasn't fatal. Only paralytic, which wasn't all that scary. Stepping around to the front, he leaned down and without hesitation looked into her eyes. " They are orange. Amazing. They really make you look more lovely. Shame you have to hide them. I guess it works, though."
Returning to her side, he took her by the crook of the elbow to ensure she didn't wobble off of the seat at the kitchen island. " Would you like to walk a bit?"
