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.
Had he been that obvious? Whoa, tiger. Meet and greet went well, don't go gaga like that. She seemd to handle the wheelbarrow well. He scarfed down the food quickly while she gingerly moved the rubble. He indeed almost choked. So he actually chewed the food. It was a bad habit that came from the streets. Taking time to chew meant someone else might get whatever you were eating. It would probably be some time before he could become anything close to normal. Not to mention what the camps had done to him.
He stood and stretched, surveying the area. It was a long way over to the dumpsters. Maybe he could think of an easier way. Hopefully there weren't too many more holes, but judging from the look of the place, there surely were. She was on her way back now, he could see her coming. When she arrived, he started putting the good bricks in the wheelbarrow. " Chewed every bite. Sorry about that, but on the streets, chewing sometimes meant you missed out." He shrugged, smiling a bit.
Ghost. Well she did seem a little transparent. She was certainly not feeling herself, or so it appeared to him. He smiled as he ate a chip or two. "Ah, good to meet you, Ghost. I always used the name Seizure. I guess I am not down with the formailities here. I appreciate any help, though." He pointed out the process, separating rubble from usable bricks. "Any idea where the actual dump pile is? I didn't want to pour trash on someone's work. If anyone is working.", he chuckled as he added the sarcasm.
He was definitely glad to see someone show up who wanted to work. He respected that in people. He offered her the wheelbarrow to take the first load of rubble off, if she indeed knew where it went. He took the plate and the half full water bottle and sat against the wall, enjoying both the food and the view. It was probably obvious that he was staring a bit, but it wasn't in a rude way. She was just really beautiful. One after the next. Why would he ever leave?
The wheelbarrow was full of rubble in no time. He looked around but couldn't figure out which pile of rubble was the real dump. Looking at the pile of usable bricks, it didn't look too bad, he might be able to get half of it put back without any new supplies. Efficiency is an early lesson on the streets. Make use of every little thing.
"Hello there!"
It snapped him out of his thoughts quickly, the work had put him in a nice state of mind. He looked around and there was a lovely little creature approaching him. Yet another beauty approaching him, this one with a plate of food! Perhaps he had died earlier and this was a beautiful angel. Come on, man, get with it. Speak. He smiled, nodded and took the plate from her.
"Ah, thank you very much.", he said, looking for ap lace to put the plate down. He set it on the good brick pile, then turned and offered his hand in greeting. "Garrett Wills. Good to meet you." He looked down and his hands were pretty dirty, so he took one of the bottled waters and poured it over his hands and wiped them on the back of his shirt. He then offered his clean hand again.
After looking his room over and getting it straight, Garrett dumped the antibiotics out into the nightstand drawer and brought his satchel, since he could carry tools in it. He then made his way downstairs to the large shed that Neena had shown him. Upon opening the doors, it seemed that just about anything he could need was in here for these smaller repairs. He got a wheelbarrow and put a shovel, a machete, a box of lawn bags, a rake and some bottled water from the refrigerator into it. That should be plenty to start.
He wheeled his way across the grounds, making his way to the outer wall which surrounded the property. All in all, it didn't look too bad. Sure, it was going to be at least a month or two of solid work, but it wasn't as if he had much else to do. The outer wall made sense to him because although most of the school's population was its own best defense, he would hate to see a deer or other animal from the land nearby bound into the swimming pool and drown.
Arriving at the first section nearest the gates, he found a large part of the wall was not there anymore. Must have been quite a tussle, whatever it was. Best place to start. He unloaded the items and put them against the wall that remained. Looking around, he started sorting the usable bricks from the rubble, the latter being shoveled into the wheelbarrow.
What a sweet sound. He had his own key, something that might be unnoticed to some, but to him it was a treasure. The idea of privacy and no one harassing him was great. He looked around at the room. It was decorated in the manner that a mansion this size would be. There was a good bit of dust and debris, but other than that, he didn't see anything too bad. He figured it must be due to being in the central hall, more around him.
He took the extra twin bed and its pillows and blankets and moved it out into the hall. Surely someone in one of the less fortunate rooms could use it. This would also give him plenty of space for meditation and exercise. Or somewhere to flop around if necessary. He opened the small closet and put his lone satchel in it. Closing the door, he surveyed the room once more. He might come up and sweep it out after he had gotten some work done.
"Besides, we'll let you know if you start acting like a bum."
Wow, was she telepathic too? He supposed it was possible. Mind powers or ones like his own were some of the most deadly, in his opinion, due to their relative lack of visibility. People who blasted beams from some part of their body were pretty obvious. He though about this long and hard, it seemed alright. "I understand, Neena. Thanks for the reality check.", he said with a smile. " I think I can make my way from here, at this rate there should be someone at the gates right now." He chuckled a bit, glad to see his sarcasm and sense of humor returning.
(OOC: Thanks for the help, Neena. I can get around on my own now. I hope you get that much more free time. Heh.)
She had been so courteous and helpful. He was starting to believe this place might really be alright. They saw the Informary, somewhere he might be visiting the DocProf before long, then they went to his room. She gave him a key and they entered. It was great, two beds. One for sleep and one for meditation, he thought. "Everything's great, here. Thank you. " He was still amazed that he had a key.
They then headed down to the "shed", which was actually huge. But then again, everything was here. He looked around and saw the many mutant kids, working and walking, all pretty happy. Looking over the map and the lists, he saw that there was a wealth of things to do here and he should be busy for some time. He also thought on the idea of training his powers and even taking classes where he could get a GED at some point. Lots of opportunity here. And all he had to do was not hurt people. Seemed easy enough.
He listened to her and waited for her to finish. When she asked him about any other questions, he said, " I think I'll be alright, thanks. One question I can think of, is when you mentioned redecorating. I have no money and want to resist using my power to get it from others. So is there a way I could get on the payroll or something? Work for it or something? Also, though I could use the schooling, will I be in classes with the younger teens? I hope I don't stick out too poorly." He shrugged. It sounded worse coming out of his mouth. He really sounded like a bum. Oh, well. It was the truth.
She returned with a large stack of folders and also gave him a bottle of water. He cracked it open and drank most of it at once. He immediately felt alert and awake. It was good to have a full stomach for once. He listened carefully to her explanations of the layout and of his forms. It appeared that he was going to stay, indeed. Best to just enjoy the optimism, even if it was due to food in his belly. It was hard to tell with the sunglasses she was wearing, but he could tell she was looking a bit tired. It seemed she was the only adult around here, trying to keep up with all these kids.
In response to the part of the form she had pointed out, he said, "Neural Manipulation. It definitely has the capacity to be dangerous to others." He said it meekly, hoping this wouldn't mean a 'special' room, one with padded walls. He also lied about his age, slightly, hoping it would separate him from the kids. He told her he was turning 21 in a few months, though he was actually turning 20. He wasn't sure what the age cutoff was, but maybe 21 would get him around adults.
He enjoyed the rest of the pasta and water, having a look at the map and information before him. He waited for further instructions, but also wanted to get right to work, especially now that he was fed and watered. " Thanks for letting me stay, Neena. Once you have done what you need to, if I can see my room and maybe an area I can work in, I'll be good to go. I appreciate your help, but I would like to earn my keep around here."
Indeed, he was. He could tell she was examining his face then, to try to recognize him. Thanks to the executioner style hoods that he and the others were forced to wear, there wouldn't be any of that. He could never figure out the point to those, surely not to protect his identity from the others. Those cruel bastards had no care for him or anyone else. And he was thankful that he did not recognize her as a 'patient'. But any of those he had tortured could have been a friend or relative.
"Sorry to hear that, but glad to see you made it out alright."
Physically, yes. Mentally, well, the jury was still out on that. Sometimes when he was doing the deeds he was, he had lost time. These episodes usually ended with him being tied down in his room, maniacal laughter and screaming in the midst of heavy sedatives being administered. Something was still inside of him, lurking like a burglar through his mind. Its presence is what had sent him here in the first place. It was just a matter of time before this unwelcome guest decided to rear his head again, so best to learn how to work his abilities to stay away from that.
He had watched the little scene go on in the kitchen. The kid, Dubby, seemed nice enough. He hadn't seen anyone with the telltale stare of a bad group home. Maybe he was the only one with that kind of look. The smell of the spaghetti made him drool a bit, as he hadn't eaten since this morning, due to Raina's kindness. He got himself a plate and sat down at the table, poised to tear it to pieces. He tried to chew this time, eating slower and remembering that no one was coming to take it away. He looked around a bit, seemed that it wasn't in nearly as bad shape as he had thought. He hoped there was still plenty of work to do, so he would have a reason to stay.
"I can respect that. I simply want to be sure you haven't hurt yourself."
The doctor approached him, apparently wanting to touch his temples. Eye coordination? What was this? He started to recoil, but the look in the man's eyes was soothing. As the doctors fingers pressed against Garrett's temples, he could swear there was a warm, radiant effect in his temples. He closed his eyes and relaxed.
A warm, gentle light moved through his body. In his mind's eye, a landscape of rolling pastures under an August evening's sun appeared. A sensation unlike any he had felt, it coursed through every cell, every nerve and he hadn't felt so refreshed and warm in years. This wasn't like any doctor he had ever experienced. He must be a mutant with healing powers. The two of them might get alot of work done, if he could stand to drop the stubborn attitude.
"That's all there is to it. Quick and painless."
His eyes fluttered open, seeing the DocProf's eyes and smile. He found himself also smiling, quite naturally and easily. He nodded to the doctor. "Thank you, Sir. That was wonderful." He couldn't resist but to give the doctor a hug. He stepped back and made a little cough, still smiling. He hadn't hugged anyone in...when? Oh, well. Neena was ready to go and he was ready to follow. He picked up his satchel and slung it over his shoulder.
As they all entered the grounds, he listened to Neena, replying, " A hot meal is always welcome. The seizures leave me a little drained, I suppose. I guess being hungry alot, I couldn't tell the difference." He chuckled at the thought. " Also, I am happy to take the most wrecked room, I am used to the minimums anyway. I can work on it, try to get it or anything else back into shape." He was trying to resist the urge to sound needy, but he was.
"So where ya from, m'friend?"
"All over the northeast, really. I was born in Delaware, but I spent a large amount of time in a coma. Other than that, when I became of age, I was shuffled out into the system and ended up losing even that. I have been on the streets for a year or so. Of course, there was my time in the camps, hence my fear of doctors. Maybe some other time we can talk about it." The grass was green here and the people friendly. It might not be so bad.
"Well, actually, it's been happening less and less when I use my power on someone. As if the power builds up an amount of tension and must be released." He shrugged. He wasn't sure of the full spectrum of his abilities. That is why he had come here. He was wary of the doctor watching him. This one might be different, but maybe not. He turned to face this 'DocProf', trying to answer his questions.
"Are you sure you are okay now?
She really was sweet and caring. He appreciated it and replied, " Yes, thank you. I actually feel quite good, without that springboard type of tension going on." Neena. He'd remember this one, for sure. He had reached to shake her hand and gripped it surely. The immediate anticipation was evident, but as far as he could tell, she wasn't afraid of him. You could tell when people were, whether they said so or not.
At this point, the doctor's curiosity was reaching its own point of no return. He could feel the desire to probe, so he listened and tried to answer the man. "Well, Sir, for the most part, the touch factor is only a problem when I am seizing. I can surely do it on contact, but it is something I will to do, not automatic. I can affect others' nervous systems, I have done so at a distance of maybe 15 to 20 feet. It might be line of sight, I am not really sure. That's why I came here, to learn the scope of my abilities and limitations in a safe place." He looked at the doctor pointedly as he spoke. He seemed to be a caring man, but being a doctor already gave him a bad mark. Garrett knew there would be testing, but his experience at Medical made him skittish around all doctors and their intentions.
He looked at the two of them. They really seemed to care, but no reason to have a Hallmark moment just yet. He rolled his neck in a circle, preparing himself for whatever came next. He added, " So, I understand that you want to do tests, but please take it easy, okay? I have had alot of bad experiences with doctors, so just take that into account, please." The smallest bit of a smirk appeared. He really hoped he didn't end up in a lab soon.
The little dancing lights.They were coming to him as the day's light and Neena's look of concern followed. He blinked a few times, still a bit disoriented. "Thank you for not touching me.", he said as he spit the stick out and got into a half seated position. "My power is based on the nervous system. I think it comes from my own nervous system. I can project pain and seizure to others without touching, but the initial manifestation came from people touching me while I am seizing. It is automatic, usually." He was glad he hadn't hurt her and had the control to keep it to himself.
He then had his wits about him, so he stood and brushed himself off, wiping the sweat from his face with his shirt. He smiled at the teacher and said, " Now, I am Garrett Wills. Here is the card Raina gave me earlier. I've been on the streets for ayear or two, so I just sort of went out on a limb coming out here. I need to learn control, so I don't hurt others. I also think there are more possibilities for good with it if I work on it." That all seemed to come out smoothly. Now for the facts.
"So, it looks like there is alot to be done here. I learned some handyman skills in the many state run schools or group homes Ihave lived in. Perhaps I can stay here if I work off my board?", he asked. His skills were mediocre at best, but he could do most things with some instruction. He waited to hear what the woman had to say. Judging from Raina and now this one, all of the teachers here must be gorgeous. Or so he hoped.
He looked up and an owl was telling him this. He nodded in an nonchalant manner. Sure, talking owls. Made perfect sense. Though he did get a strange feeling of Harry Potter when that occurred. But no, this was a school for mutants. He stood up and brushed himself off and waited patiently. The sweat was running down his back now and felt cold to his spine, yet another bad sign.
His fingers rummaged through his pockets, between the card and his Chi coins. It seemed to be getting brighter, his pupils dialating slightly as the attack was surely in the mail now. He looked around for something to bite. There was a small branch here, so he picked it up and broke it in two, leaving a 6 inch piece for himself, discarding the rest. He prayed someone came soon, a wave of nausea moved through him, threatening to send Raina's earlier breakfast right back out. that would be some greeting. He started pacing back and forth. He tried focusing, keeping himself calm, but now his arm was ticking rather obviously.
After what seemd like an eternity, a young woman in sunglasses jogged up to the gates. She mentioned being out of shape, but he couldn't see where. And he was looking. He swallowed hard and pulled the card from his pocket, though now from his sweaty hands, it had become damp, the corners turned. He said, " Hello, I am Garrett Wills. I met Raina and she gave me this card. I......nnnnnnnnn.." It was coming, full on now. He sat quickly and lied on his side. As he could feel it coming from within, he desperately moved to get the stick in his mouth. All he managed to get out was "Donnnnn...touch mmmmmmmm...." He went into the old floppy fish routine. What a way to say hello.
The cab ride took a while. The driver didn't seem to say much, so it left Garrett thinking of his destination. There was alot riding on this for him. What if they reject him? He hadn't considered this before. Since it seemed to be a school for teenagers, he was riding the cusp of that requirement already. The setup was probably like the many group homes he had been in, though the freaks might not only be emo or angry, but have a nasty power to back it up when they lashed out. Well, anything beat the streets.
He did have the card and knew of Raina though, even though their meeting was brief at best. Hopefully he wouldn't need transcripts and the like. He knew how to read and was fairly intelligent, but most of the high school subjects were lost on him as he had only personal computer time to learn. Usually at the group homes, they just had you do free labor and threatened you with an accusation of theft if you didn't act right when the inspector types came by.
All this worrying was giving him a bit of an itch in the back of his neck. He tried to keep his eyes closed and keep his breathing easy. This was neither the time or place for an incident. His meditation was disrupted as the cab came to a halt. After paying the driver and getting his one bag, he seemed to have just a few dollars left. Certainly not enough to get back. As he put his money in his pocket,his fingers twitched slightly. Please, not yet.At least let me get somewhere safe.
It was a mansion, indeed. A huge, three storied structure with lots of green and space. The gates here were a bit imposing, though it seemed there was something wrong. As he approached closer, he could see large holes in a few walls, piles of rubble, people milling about here and there doing work. So, it was a work camp, after all. At least he might get three hots and a cot out of it.
Nothing to do now but push that button at the panel by the gates. He found himself sweating, though it wasn't unusually hot. He looked himself over. Thankfully, he was clean and his clothes were, thanks to Petunia. No street smell, as he sniffed himself. Though by now, he might smell different to others. His left eye twitched slightly. Whatever he was going to do, he had better do it. He closed his eyes and pressed the button. The panel looked damaged, so he wasn't sure if anyone could even hear it. He sat down next to the column the panel was in, trying to relax and breathe deeply.
Well. she had taken it well. He was still in good graces, so it seemed. He indeed needed to know his limits, but more importantly, he needed to have some limits. He felt if he ran with the mutant supremacists, he could easily slip over to the dark side of himself. He would probably end up causing alot of pain to alot of people. He definitely needed to find out what he could do, though. He felt as if what he had experienced was just the tip of the iceberg.
As they watched the cartoon, he decided to have a look at the two boxes he had kept in the courier's satchel. This also afforded an opportunity to scoot a little closer. He had nothing in mind, just happy to get to spend time with anyone who didn't have an agenda. The first one was from a pharmaceutical company, which made him think of the value of whatever drugs might be inside. Upon opening it, however, it was merely a few boxes of antibiotic samples. Still, something to hold on to, as infection could take even the strongest out over time.
The second item was a tube, which could be a poster, a painting, blueprints, who knew? Only one way to find out. He removed the tape and popped the round cap off the end. Looked like a print of some sort. He stood up, again watching his feet for tiny, or not so tiny, roommates. He carefully removed the rolled print from its tube and started to unroll it. The look of interest and amazement was obvious to him. "Well, I would be surprised, but apparently all is well with my Tao." He looked at the print, holding it now on both ends, like an ancient cartographer admiring a pristine map. He then turned it towards Petunia. It was a 3' by 3' print of a dragonfly, shown in its various layers like a diagram from Grey's Anatomy. A bold, dashed line divided it into two parts. At the bottom ,in large capital letters, was simply the word SYMMETRY.
He smiled from over the print, saying," There are no coincidences, my friend. This must be for you."
