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.
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((OOC: This is a map of the Clinic's ground level, thanks to Katrina. I'll be in the alley near the back, Maddy.))
Garrett swept the alley next to the Clinic free of the random debris that finds its way into every New York alleyway. They were fortunate for their location, since many humans tended to avoid the mutant heavy sections. It cut down on sanitation, plain and simple. As he swept, he looked up at the fire escape, remembering the first time he had climbed it to break in. It was nearly a year ago. What a massive difference between now and then. It made it feel like twenty years ago.
His head turned back to the ground, the pile of refuse growing as he found a fortunate box to put said trash in. Monotonous labor was an excellent diversion, the flowering seed of free thought. His mind drifted to a familiar place of late. Madlaina and her violet eyes. Eyes were important to Garrett. They were the same feature that he remembered of Maya most often. As sweet as honey. But these new eyes were a sparkling violet, as if there were gems in her eyes. He hoped she would like the gifts he had gotten her.
Fortunately, the man's mind worked properly these days. Gone was the fidgety indecision, the transparent confidence, the self defeating flagellation. He got less sleep now, but it was worth it to live every day like the first and last. His clarity of mind only sharpened the facets of Madlaina's jewels. he could look into those eyes all day, and he had only seen them for an hour or so. Once. Since then, with all of the pomp and circumstance of the last week, those eyes remained subtly powerful beacons, guiding him back to his center.
A yawn escaped Madlaina's lips. She quickly tried to cover it up with juice, but it was obvious to Garrett that now she was fed and felt safe. She was probably letting the fatigue of the day sink in. He loved spending time with her, but there was no reason to placate his ego at her expense. The more he looked into it, the more he realized that he really had no idea about girls at all and was incredibly lucky with the few experiences he had. fortunately she had a question to divert him from his self analysis, which could otherwise go on perpetually."Why you work and sleep two places?" Garrett thought about it a moment, but not too long. " Sometimes I work late here at the Infirmary and don't feel like driving back to the Clinic, which is closed at night. I used to train here so I have my own room. It's just easier. My apartment is home, but it's sort of lonely to sit there by myself all the time."
She had taken his card after briefly looking at it and put it in her pocket. "Okay. Is good to have more person…” Not a total letdown. Hopefully she meant friend and it was lost in translation. Garrett decided to let it go for now, focusing on her comfort. "I'm glad I got to meet you today, Madlaina. I hope you'll call me or visit me sometime, if I don't see you here around the Mansion. I know you are tired, so why don't you go up to your room and get some rest? I can clean this mess up." Making a friend who happened to be beautiful and funny was definitely not the worst thing that could have happened.
Sveta and Sebastian were displaying noble qualities. Expected in the unicorn, but pleasantly surprising in the Russian.Garrett smiled at the two of him as he inhaled the carcinogenic vapors of the cigarette. Garrett drummed his fingers on the table, shaking his head and laughing. This laugh was new in the repertoire of jittery sounds that commonly echoed through his chest. While smiling and nodding at Sveta, his eyes focused and settled on the older man before him. "Really, Sebastian? I shouldn't take the fall for others? Well, maybe I should mention your involvement in Syn's demise to your good friends at the Sanctuary. I don't remember any noble speeches then. Just me getting dragged across the leg by Abyss. So, save the sermon."
Garrett stood from the table, looking through the immortal. The smoke poured from his lips. " For someone who has witnessed countless acts of heroism, I'm a little surprised. I'm going to go now. I do thank you for your friendship." He walked to the door.
Syrup licked from hungry lips. It was really too much to bear. He would find a way, though. Maybe by answering her question instead of skipping the pancake and devouring her? Good call. " Well, I also work at the Iris Clinic and take classes at college. Often I just sleep here because I have worked all day. Usually I stay at my apartment above the Clinic if I have free time." He watched her eyes move from left to right as she thought of something. Whatever it was, it seemed to be quite a bit of thinking. "I not eat since 6 in morning?”" That was a while indeed. He would probably be doing the same.
It looked like he would get a pancake after all. he poured the remains of the batter bowl into the skillet, patiently working the spatula until he had his own plate. Turning the eye off, he sat down opposite Madlaina and proceeded to eat one for himself, taking his time enjoying each delectable morsel. The thought occurred to him to be a bit forward. Waiting and pining was something he would rather not do anymore, so better to just be too forward than not enough. Fishing in his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet and got a card from it.
As he took another bite, he stood up and opened drawers until he found a pen to use. Returning to the island, he wrote his name on the back of one of the Clinic business cards and his number to his apartment. He slid it over to her. " This is my number at my place. I live above the Clinic. I'd love to hear from you sometime, since I am not always here." Done deal. No reason to do much now but wait for her response. Mental fingers remained crossed.
Which came first, the insult or the injury? Garrett couldn't tell as he looked with slack jawed amazement at Eff--no,Sveta. What was it about immortals that just made girls gaga? As he listened to the smooth operator spill Russian all over her ears, it became apparent. Garrett just put his face down on his arms as they neatly crossed before him. The darkness and warmth of his forearms and the muffled sounds sort of took him away from the scene. Why lie about her name? As if Garrett would somehow decipher subtleties in the language? He didn't even know Moskva was Moscow. Oh, well.
He raised his head back up to the searing light of illumination once Sebastian began to speak again. Since he was no longer being suave, it became slightly easier. Garrett's eyes only occasionally glanced at Eff-Sveta during the talk. He felt like everything was fake and made of plastic. Just as well, so he didn't have anyone to fawn over in prison. It sounded perfect and he was eternally grateful for Sebastian, slight jealousy not included. The man had connections and could take E--Sveta somewhere safe. It cleared Garrett's conscience enough for him to make his own announcement.
" I think all of that sounds very good. Thank you for helping me Sebastian. However, I am afraid I am not going to be joining you on your trip. Someone has to step up and take responsibility for this and that person will be me. I already have enough blood on my hands. I won't risk the lives of innocent mutants, leaving room for witch hunts of any mutant whose gift even slightly resembles my own. It will be much easier for the angry mobs to point their collective finger at me. Maybe I can save at least as many lives as I just ended."
That was that. He knew Sebastian would try to dissuade him, but if he had to, he would put his friend down temporarily so he could do the right thing without interruption. garrett did finally actually look at Sveta now, kindness and regret in his eyes. " Mind if I borrow a cigarette and a light, Sveta?" Might be the kind one got before the firing squad.
She must have been hungry as Madlaina skipped both syrup and silverware, folding the pancake in half and chewing on it. He knew how dry it must have been. With her not so subtle nudging of plate, he skipped his own and gave her the next one, so it slid into the syrup bed she had prepared for it. Before he made another one for himself, or her if she preferred, he steeped to the refrigerator and pulled out some orange juice, pouring it into a tall glass and bringing it back to her, placing it next to the pancake.'I not cook if too hungry. Just eat things.” That she did.
“Why you cook and make fires?” He couldn't help but chuckle as he worked on might be her third or his first. " I'm just not good at cooking. It has to be very simple or I ruin it. I think because I work so much that I don't have time." To sleep. To socialize. Much of anything. He felt a compulsion to make time for this one, though. How could he not, since he could very well burn everything he made just by looking into her violet eyes, tracing his glance over her perfect lips. Food. Yes, food, right. The next one was gone, so to be safe, he went ahead and slid her a third pancake, determined to make at least one for himself before the batter was gone. " When is the last time you ate? I hate to think of you doing without."
Garrett poured out the concoction onto the skillet, a nice sizzle meeting his ears as the smell hit his nose. He began immediately to work at the edges, forming a nice sized pancake. Looking over at Madlaina, she was looking at him from a position that made him smile. Whoops, almost burned it looking at her. He got the spatula beneath it and gave it a flip. It landed, the previous bottom now a delicious golden brown. He already had a plate out, but stepped away to get maple syrup, silverware, and a napkin for her.
Returning to the skillet, he began to work at the other side while he listened to her. " well, pancakes are the only thing I can make without setting the kitchen on fire. I can make more, though, if you like. Try this one. " He slid the pancake effortlessly from the spatula to her plate, patting the syrup on its invisible head , should she not know what it was for. “I cook okay. Not bad. Cook zama and tocanita in big pots. Muschi poiana is good good, I make all time. Saramura is no good so I not make it."
Garrett's money was on those being Romanian dishes. he smiled at her as he hoped she enjoyed his pancake. " I don't know what those are, but if you want to cook, be my guest. I would love to taste your cooking. I just didn't want you to have to cook on an empty stomach. Doesn't seem very fair." In the meantime, he made himself a pancake as well. Fastest flipper in the East.
Who knew that just being nice could get a boy so far? Garrett would have to try to remember how to just be simple again. Life gave him every reason to forget. He listened with interest as she tried to explain the history of what was truly an heirloom. What a precious thing to have, her mutation notwithstanding. Two stories, two varying opinions, both containing what seemed to be a rich history. Garrett felt a little jealous . History was a real treasure. " It sounds like a beautiful story. You are lucky to have history." His smile became more genuine the longer he remained in her presence.
“This Miss Alex work too?” Blink. " Yes, Alexandra works here as well, though I don't see her much. Which is why I was joking with her earlier about it. I spend lots of time in here." He thought of where to go next, but her stomach help him decide, as if it had an opinion as well. She flushed with pink, her gaze dropping to the floor in embarrassment. Without thinking, Garrett reached out and gently placed his fingers beneath her chin, lifting her gaze. Her face was alight with neural activity. He removed them, the map beginning to fade, yet still sparkling as it faded. " Don't feel bad. I'm sure you had a long trip. We can go downstairs to the kitchen." His hand reached down and pulled the map from her fingers, pointing it out and handing it back to her.
The two walked down the hall and mounted the stairs once more, descending into the room where they previously had been with Alexandra. They passed through the living room, where Garrett pointed out the television and couch, though he admittedly sped through that room, preferring to get her something to eat. When they arrived in the kitchen, he moved his arm in a flourish. " The kitchen. Anytime you want to eat, you can come down here and make something. The food is free and you can have whatever you like. If there is something special you like, let me know and I'll make sure we get it for you. Have a seat." He pointed to one of the stools at the island.
There was only one thing in the world that required heat that Garrett could make with any sort of quality and consistency: Pancakes. That's why he often went out to eat or ate on the run. Fires were bad.A skillet was on the eye as it heated up. Eggs, pancake mix, oil, water and milk were expertly added and mixed as he continued. " I can only make one thing. Pancakes. But they are yummy and they will fill you up." He decided to avoid questions and just do what he was doing, giving her an opportunity to just talk to him. No more new resident and tour guide. Just Madlaina and Garrett.
Greece. Well, that explained a few things, for sure. Most assuredly her cooking, which was excellent. The plate didn't have time to cool as Garrett greedily cleaned it. Sipping at the skim milk to wash it down and dabbing his mouth with a napkin, he listened on. " Absolutely delicious.""I do not know about helping the headaches... but, honestly that is not what I had in mind." Garrett thought about the little knobby fibrous growths on her head. maybe they were causing the headaches? He picked up his plate and glass and walked them to the sink as she sat down with her own.
"Is it a strange question that I asked?... About turning off ones own vision" Garrett rinsed his plate and glass out and opened the dishwasher, putting them in their respective slots. " Not at all. I imagine it would be nice to take those glasses off once in a while." He slid the tray back in and closed the door of the appliance, turning back to her, examining her hair and her green shoulders. No time like the present. It was really the most important time of all times. He walked within maybe a foot of her and stood behind her, though he decided to stand slightly to the side, so that he wouldn't completely freak her out.
" I can do that right now, if you like. Or at least turn those headaches down."
He watched her fingering the key. She didn't have to suffer for his lack of social skills. Garrett felt bad immediately as she tried to smooth things over in her own way. He wanted to apologize, but he couldn't do much of that at the moment, with the language barrier."Memory is there… not so loud as others, so is good." Regardless of whether this was a true thing or not, it was true that she wanted to move on from the awkward moment, as did he. He noticed the lovely antique necklace and cameo that she pulled out, watching her attach the key to it. " Good. I'm glad to hear it. That's a beautiful necklace. did it come from your family?" It looked like some kind of heirloom. the only heirloom he had from his family were scars from IV's.
She was ready to go. Garrett tried to straighten himself out immediately and return to being the guide, not the guy trying to make subtle passes at the new girl. He looked down at her and smiled. " Okay. This is the adult hall that we are in now.His finger pointed at the map in her hand, concentrating near their current location. At the end of the hall, you can see two more halls. These are for the younger kids. Boys that way, girls that way.We can continue now and we'll visit the Infirmary. Where people go when sick or hurt." He didn't know if he needed to be so blunt about explaining. Her grasp seemed to be basic, at least.
Arriving at the door, he peeked in at all was quiet. Of course all was quiet. Garrett wasn't in there. Turning as if to address the tour, the guide continued. " We have a healer here at the Mansion named DocProf. He can heal almost anything by just touching a person. I work here also, assisting him and letting him sleep once in a while. If you ever feel sick or get hurt, this is the place to go, OK?" He hoped she never did, but in the world of mutation, it was basically inevitable. Before continuing, it was best to ask questions, for her sake. Also, regardless of the previous hiccup, he still wanted to be close to her. Her violet appearance reminded him of a flower. She definitely was one. " Any questions?"
"Garrett, I need you functioning at your full mental capacity right now. Please refrain from drinking any more until we have you and this girl somewhere safe.” Sebastian was right. Besides, his story would be hard enough to explain to the authorities without them thinking he was soused. But the scotch had done its job, sending cookies out to the angry mob forming inside his body. "You're right, Sebastian. I'm sorry. Just a little too much to take all at once." He looked at Efimia, after taking his own deep breath."Sorry, Effie. I shouldn't have yelled. I just completely underestimated the gravity of touching you. I thought it would be some kind of nice sensation and it would work for us, not..." Kill hundreds of people. Take a bullwhip to his brain, though it seemed he needed it.
Thankfully, Sebastian, in his immortal wisdom, pulled the cord out of the wall, silencing the electric doomsayer. Now he was doing his practiced job of smoothing things over. It became a temporarily funny thought, as he thought of Maya smoothing the wrinkles from her skirt. He still doubted they were very passionate, but they were definitely made for each other. Sebastian was pulling a chair for Effie and apparently one for him too, the tone in his voice one of tempered caution. A long pale finger pointed at a chair for him to sit in, so he did.
Garrett pressed his hands flat on the table before him, looking at the twin culprits, who had spent their life so far being awakened by influencing people, one way or the other. He'd listen to what the unicorn had to say, though he had already made his mind up. Garrett was going to turn himself in to the authorities. If the authorities didn't believe him, he'd use these same twin terrors and see if the officer in question noticed any similarities. Then the two would be chained, kept safe from the public. But for now, it was immediate damage control time. getting Effie into something not resembling shock. So he kept silent, waiting ot hear from his elder.
As he bent over, looking at the key, Garrett saw himself in the mirror. He looked ridiculous. Yes, it was a nice gesture, but now he looked like some kind of nut bar staring at a piece of metal, as if it might glow. Looking at her in the reflection, she wore a face of uncertainty and annoyance. Not the way to impress a girl. He sighed slightly and turned the water off, pulling the string free and handing it to her. " Sorry, Madlaina. I do silly things sometimes. Just call me Garrett, please. Mister sounds like I am old."
Maybe he was. He was at least 10 years older in his mind than a 21 year old was supposed to be. How was that again? He was coming off as a kook to this lovely girl and it had been his idea to be alone with her? What for? She could barely understand his language, much less any of the feelings pulling him this way and that. He stepped out of the room and waited in the hallway. " When you are ready, we can go look at the rest of the Mansion." He'd settle for friendly tour guide for now. Less ego. He tried to work a smile on it, but it didn't feel like cooperating.
Garrett listened to the strange, chaotic language that came from her mouth. She seemed as if there might be some kind of rocket shoved up her butt and she had to talk like that to vent off the energy, lest she just go flying off into space. They seemed to be some kind of observation team, dedicated to ensuring mutants didn't get out of line. Or maybe something else. Maybe just to preserve the balance between the two. It was an interesting sentiment. It was like what the X-Men were supposed to do. But these people actually did it. He wasn't under arrest at all. That was a relief, but what did this strange creature actually want?
She stood. It was an ominous movement, considering Garrett's thought process. Could she read his mind as well as remove his gifts? Her preparatory tongue twister might have been helpful to her, but it only unnerved Garrett further. There was something wrong with this woman. he listened to the anagram. It all seemed OK. Except for one letter. E. Extraction. That didn't sound too pleasant at all. Was that why she was taking steps toward him? They were concerned about him. They wanted something from him, or wanted him for something. Her proximity was getting under his skin like bamboo shoots.
His hand came up, palm out. " Are you the Extraction part of the equation? And could you please stop approaching me? If you aren't here to arrest me and you want your organization known to me, then either you want to take me to them for something...or..you want me involved?" Keep crazy lady talking.
Garrett stood back and let Madlaina explore the room. Load on the adorable. Pile it to the ceiling. She seemed to look around the room as if there was something waiting for her. It was almost like...an animal. Sniffing the new territory out. It made Garrett wonder what her life had been like. he knew that most countries overseas could be hard, even cruel. His memories of the residents of the Colony brought him that grim nostalgia. People generally didn't go to Antarctica on purpose unless the previous home really sucked. She took her time inspecting everything. Garrett stayed out of her space, letting her feel like she was home. That might take a while with this one.
He watched Madlaina slide the bag off of her shoulder, but there it hovered. He recognized the actions, though he couldn't tell exactly from where. Time travel tended to do that to the mind.“I stay here? Put things here?” Garrett smiled at her and nodded. " Yes, Madlaina. This is your room now. I have a key for you so you can lock it. Only the office has a key in case of emergency. You can do whatever you want with the room. OK?" He pondered the key for a moment before handing it to her. He wondered if what the book said was true.
Garrett put his finger up at her as if asking her to wait a moment. " I want to try something I read about." He walked over to the small bathroom and opened the door, turning the cold water on. Looking around , as if he couldn't find something, he eventually did by pulling a loose string from his shirt, unraveling it until it was several inches long. Tying one end around the key firmly, he tied the other end around the faucet so the key hung beneath it. Turning the cold water on, the key swung beneath the running water. He looked back at Madlaina. " When I read about psychometry, I read that this might clear the memories off the object. I don't know if it is true, but I wanted you to make your own memories here." He smiled and looked back at the key.
