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.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 11, 2014 21:26:54 GMT -6
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
He was glad she was relieved, half expecting to get kicked out right then and there. So he went back to removing the skin, leaving the rabbit looking like a strange looking chicken. The skin was tossed in the bowl with the rest of the inedible pieces.
"Also, for future reference... People who use the kitchen are responsible for cleaning it up. And if you insist on butchering prey, we'll need to find a better place for you to do it. Some of the Mansion residents might not approve of the sight this early in the morning..."
"Right, well as far as the clean up goes I got that covered."he said, holding his hands over the bowl. In a few minuets the both the blood on his hands and the mess in the bowl had been converted into two black and white rats. "Tada, the mess has magically disappeared."he chuckled. It certainly made cleaning up easier for him. At least with sort of thing it was.
"As for a place...Well I'm used to doing it outside if it'll make folks more comfortable." He picked up the rats and set them outside the bowl before picking up the knife. "You might not wanna look this way for a few seconds."he said, making sure she wasn't looking before taking the knife and carefully cutting from the clavicle to the groin. The internal organs had to be removed carefully so has not to spill any of the grosser fluids.
Once that was taken care of, organs tossed in the bowl along with the knife, he transformed that and the blood on the knife into a couple of butterflies he was sure the early morning-ers would enjoy. "There now for the actual cooking part."he sighed happily, going over to the sink to wash his hands properly.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 11, 2014 21:09:58 GMT -6
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
"Eh... I don't tend to like art like this. Too.... chaotic."
He shrugged, once again leaning in close to take in all the detail. It looked like a spiral of ideas thrown together but so did a lot of things unless given a closer look. "I dunno it kinda reminds me of ya know..."he said tapping his head.
The chaos of images that he sometimes got from multiple constructs were at first dizzying and he hadn't liked it all when he first tried it. But over time sorting through the information became second nature to him. It wasn't just images either, sounds, smells, sensations of all sorts could come in a swirling mess. Sorting it all together into something comprehensive was worthwhile.
Sort of like the sculpture. At the bottom, a chaotic mess of information, at the top a fully realized idea. He hadn't thought he'd find something he liked so soon. But here it was.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 11, 2014 20:59:19 GMT -6
The Syndicate
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500
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
The guy seemed hesitant to take the water and Alex didn't blame him. This was a dangerous block after all, lots of people would take advantage of this situation. If they had anything to gain from it anyway. Most mutant folks however weren't exactly the top rung of society. Hell, plenty had nothing but trouble when it came to making their powers useful. Alex was one of the few fortunate mutants who had generally a pretty strong control over his.
Still, the guy took the water and gulped down nearly all of it. He watched with some fascination as the gills twitched when water was reintroduced. He was thanked and the bottle was handed back with little else said.
"It's no problem. Happy to help, really."he said tucking the bottle away, "So uh, I'm guessing you got mugged earlier, huh?" It wasn't that hard to tell from the way this guy talked, mostly defensive and afraid. He had seen it before while traveling, but this time, this time he might actually be able to do more to help.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 11, 2014 20:24:09 GMT -6
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500
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
The response he got was less than promising, "I don't have anything left to steal." This guy definitely hit hard times recently, maybe even just today if the look on his face was anything to go by. He put his hands up, attempting to look non-threatening. "I'm not going to hurt you or steal from you. You just looked out of sorts. I want to help."he said softly.
Once he had gotten closer he was able to spot some prominent features that spoke of a sea creature. Gills, holes along sensitive parts of the face, a lateral line system maybe, tendrils, etc. The man was a mesh of interesting aquatic features that Alex found himself automatically categorizing. He wasn't too familiar with fish, having not much use for them whilst traveling but this could be a good reason to start.
Slowly he reached back to his backpack with one hand and unzipped one of the side pockets. "You're aquatic right?"he asked pulling out a full water bottle. He usually carried one around, a habit formed after learning the hard way how important water could be. "Here, you need this more than me." He held out the water bottle, a peace offering for the down trodden mutant.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 11, 2014 20:10:32 GMT -6
The Syndicate
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500
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
He listened to her talk into the recorder, apparently inspired by his confusion. Dustin Gleaver? Who in the wide world was that guy? Perhaps if he heard the music he'd know but otherwise he was at a loss. He hadn't kept up with anything popular. He should probably get into that, just so he could communicate with people on that level.
"See? I knew you'd do fine here."
"Thanks, I guess..." He supposed confused questions helped aide in the thinking process. Couldn't be helped. And then they were moving on to the next room, this one more filled as Shelby had promised.
The walls were occupied by four different artists with various takes on modern abstraction, some of the paintings more sculptural than actually paintings. And at the center was a large sculpture, collaborated by the four artists on the walls.
"Now this is interesting."Alex chuckled, checking out the sculpture in the center first.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 11, 2014 19:44:33 GMT -6
The Syndicate
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500
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
He winced at her sharp worded reply and would have spoken in the affirmative if she didn't cut him off, "Sorry, don't answer that." It wasn't like it hurt to think of it that way for himself. After all he hadn't left his family, they had been a pretend family, a pretend mom, pretend siblings. A doll house of falsely perfect smiles ready for inspection. Most of the other kids were fine in that place, it was a comfortable reality. But for him it had become too constrained.
He didn't say as much, no need to thicken whatever pity she had for him. Instead he listened to her talk about her situation in a hushed tone. Quiet enough to make it hard for Mr. Eavesdropper to catch most of what she was taking about. Still he felt sorry for her, sorry for asking. Having people who may actually care where you go beyond mandated obligations must have made it harder to come up with a plan to leave it behind. Having a blood relative tie must have been harder to cut than that of a caretaker.
Part of him knew what that was like, having to leave people he cared about. But he quickly squashed the memories, instead focusing on the here and now. "Anyway, thought I better run it through with my dad before signing anything, you know."she said, a look of exhaustion edging her face. Perhaps it would best to halt the questions. So all he replied was, "Good idea." and let it halt at that.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 11, 2014 19:17:38 GMT -6
The Syndicate
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500
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
It had been a rather fruitful day for Alex. Early morning practice at the park and then research in the library. He didn't care if it made him a dork. It was useful stuff and he could actually catch up on everything he had missed for the past 3 years.
He had never been so glad to have his backpack weighed down by library books. Books to help him catch up on math and history and all sorts to hopefully put himself in the proper grade. Plus he had spent a good chunk of time catching up on pop culture and had a whole list of shows to watch. All in all, he was feeling pretty good.
That is until he caught sight of a rather confused and unfortunate looking mutant. It wasn't hard to see that this guy was a mutant. And while most people would impulsively pull away from such a strange looking man, the teen was rather intrigued. Even at a distance he could see there were some interesting adaptations going on. Longer torso, shorter limbs, the tail seemed stiff so it wasn't a balancing appendage or a prehensile tool, so...
He quickly pulled himself out of observation mode and carefully approached the distraught looking mutant. "Hey, are you okay, sir?"he asked gently, adding the sir to let the other know that he respected him. At least as one sentient being to another. He was pretty sure this guy wouldn't be able to handle any more gruff. It seemed like life had already handed him a heaping portion already.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 11, 2014 2:32:04 GMT -6
The Syndicate
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
She seemed to hesitate, gathering her thoughts before explaining her mutation more clearly. "I don't exactly 'manipulate' emotions, that is, no ghost fingers inside your head or anything. I can't exactly direct them either. It's hard to describe.. Well, think of it like this: I tune a wave to the frequency that matches the emotion, and send it out over a certain area. Everyone is affected, some more than others, it depends. You know those days when you're just really down, for no reason? When that happens you gotta check for me."
A tuned frequency huh? Well it was a pretty nifty metaphor. It seemed like the both of them had a good grasp on what their mutations did. "Hmm, I kinda have been wanting to ask about your...ya know situation, with your parents and all. You said you'd have to call your dad earlier, does that mean that they don't know yet?"he asked quietly, a little worried about bringing up some tough to swallow emotions. But at the same time, well he couldn't stop himself any longer.
"I mean, most folks that I've run into cut all ties with their families to avoid being found or having to deal with...consequences." He lowered his voice further, noticing a man glancing at them, a frown clearly marking his face. He wondered how much of the conversation the guy had heard and he hoped that there wouldn't be any trouble as a result.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 10, 2014 13:01:44 GMT -6
The Syndicate
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
"Don't take this the wrong way, Alex, but here is something you need to know: We have more than one mutant living in the Mansion who are animal shifters. Because of that, it is a general rule that animals of any kind are off limits for... hunting or eating. Most of them don't have the ability to talk in their animal forms, you see."
He blinked, he hadn't even thought that. That any of the animals that he had eaten could be a mutant. He swallowed down the nausea that threatened to over take his stomach. He tried to keep in mind that any animal shifter mutant would have had plenty of time to shift out and tell him before being killed. "I don't think you have to worry. Ace didn't hunt on school grounds, so I'm pretty sure this isn't a mutant."
He looked over at Ace, giving the bird a skeptical look. He hadn't kept a focused eye on Ace's flight because he had trusted his companion to do as instructed. "You did hunt off school grounds, right?" The bird gave an indignant look, if birds could do that, feathers puffing out slightly. Through their mental link Ace gave him a glimpse at the hunting grounds, well outside the boundaries of the city. "Yeah, yeah, he went outside the city to find prey."he sighed in relief. He trusted Ace but as the constructs personality grew he worried about rebellion growing to.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 10, 2014 12:48:26 GMT -6
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
"Having to eat and sleep for your constructs.. Ew, that must suck."
"Can't be helped. Just kind of how it is." He had survived this long thanks to the realization that the constructs weren't toys, they were tools. They helped him hunt, they protected him, they were practically his only friends in some instances. Which is kind of weird, given that those personalities he would talk to came from him. Still, better than nothing he supposed.
There was a long pause of silence and Alex took this time to look out the window. More people filtered in at the next stop, crowding the bus. "I can't happen to think of anymore appropriate topics of conversation, so babble away. I'm listening."
"Heh, okay, so what about you. You can manipulate emotions right? So can you have that emotion directed at someone or something or is it just an emotion that you put inside people?"he asked curiously. He really wanted to ask about her home situation and her parents but the bus was not the right time or place for that conversation.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 9, 2014 18:57:28 GMT -6
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
"Nice to meet you. I'm Gemma Taylor, the school's guidance counselor. Can I ask by any chance where you got that...rabbit?"
He forced himself not to freak out when he heard guidance counselor. If his memory served correctly, Gawain told him that this was the woman who could suppress power. He hoped she didn't get too close. He really didn't want to know what that was like. He glanced over at Ace, the bird had perched himself on the counter.
"My construct, Ace, he did a bit of hunting for me this morning and well...it's kind of something I've gotten used to, doing this I mean. Ya know, hunting, preparing my own food and such."he said looking down at the rabbit again. Oh, he still had to gut the thing and he was pretty sure Miss T was not going to pleased with that.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 9, 2014 18:47:42 GMT -6
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
Alex listened to her rattle off categories of bus seats with a small smile. He enjoyed the chatter, if only because he didn't get to participate in it often. But then again, that wasn't the case any more. He wasn't cut off from the world, no more outside looking in. He wondered what the holidays would be like, what people he would meet and become friends with, the future in general. Sitting here with Margo, or rather him sitting and her standing, somehow he was feeling more grounded in the world.
He leaned back to listen to her whispered question, "You said earlier that the nerve centers are connected. So, does that refer to everything? Construct hungry, you hungry; construct tired, you tired?"
"Kind of. I've figured out a while back that the constructs don't eat or sleep and that I have to do it for them. Sometimes if I've had a construct flying for a long time, my arms start to feel sore. But little things like that don't mess with my own body too much. It's the big pains that do the most."he explain quietly. "It's kind of like plucking a string I guess, you pluck and you get little waves past down the line. It's a steady rhythm when thing are normal, unintrusive waves of information, but something big happens the waves get bigger and more noticeable."
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 9, 2014 15:51:19 GMT -6
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500
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
Alex hummed Peter and the Wolf as he got the skin to slip off easily. A good catch from the looks of it. Part of him wished he could actually repay Ace for all of his hard work. Lost in thought he didn't hear someone step into the kitchen.
"Um... hey there. I don't think we have met?..."
He froze for a half second, one hand still gripping the skin the other holding the knife. He blinked over at the woman, before attempting to give her a shy smile. "Oh hey, no we haven't. Um, good morning, I'm Alex. I just moved in. I'd shake your hand but uh..." He gave a soft laugh looking down at his messy hands. Definitely not good manners to shake hands when you're bloody. Well really it wasn't that much blood but he was sure it was more blood than most folks are used to.
A lot more blood than she was used to it looked like. Oh, he was going to get in trouble wasn't he...
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 9, 2014 15:40:18 GMT -6
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
"I suppose I'll need to call my dad if there's paperwork...Just saying, if you ever want to ask anything about me, please do. I don't mind."
Ah so she wasn't as disconnected from her family as he initially thought. He was tempted to ask, prod her about it. About her family, her dad, if they knew or if she had been holding back this entire time. Would they be mad when they'd find out that their child was a mutant? He was curious to know if there was a lot of bad blood there. But despite the invitation, he felt it wasn't the right time. Talks like that could bring up bad feelings and the bus wasn't the place to do that. He'd save his questions for later.
Once on the bus, with the fare paid, he was able to snag a couple of seats for himself and Margo. At the question he smiled, "Marry can take a short cut there. It's faster by air anyway." More than likely the bird would get there first, given that buses made several stops en route.
Posted by Alex Maurell on Aug 9, 2014 15:02:52 GMT -6
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Jul 26, 2020 14:24:38 GMT -6
Starting at five-fifty in the morning, Alex woke up to find himself in not so familiar territory. It took him a few seconds to remember that yes he was living in a house, with a bed and a roof and air conditioning. Blinking up at the ceiling he found it...odd, almost dream-like, to be in a place like this after so long. No more bug bites, no more bed of leaves, not more stars above him at night. Sitting up slowly he looked at the window to get a view of the time. The sun was coming up, starting it's drudging march up the sky, just barely peeking over the horizon.
A yawn cracking his jaw, he got out of bed and then to the shower and got dressed afterward. The mansion was still quiet. Any nocturnal mutants going to bed while any others were still blissfully asleep. It was the summer after all, so most of the mansion students were getting all the sleep they could get. So by the time he left his room around six-thirty there was no one to witness him going downstairs and outside to the backyard.
There he gathered materials, made his favored hawk companion, and sent the bird to hunt. It was routine for him, an every morning thing. While he had been told that the mansion would provide all the food he could eat. He just couldn't give up the idea of catching and making his own. While Ace was hunting he let himself stretch and enjoy the morning light. By the time Ace returned with a rabbit clutched in claw, Alex was more awake.
The rabbit was a nice surprise. Lean meat that would do well for breakfast. He gathered some essentials to keep the mess to a minimum, cutting boards, bowls, etc. Carefully, he laid the animal down on one of the larger cutting boards he found. Taking his hunting knife from his back pocket he removed the lower legs as well at the head, putting them aside in a bowl. Then came the slow cutting and peeling of the skin...
