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 Jiri O'Leary on Sept 22, 2016 19:16:54 GMT -6
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“So you got beat up by Big Bird?” Jiri felt that his role as host required—nay, demanded--that he focus in on the most important part of what the X-Lead had just said. “Are we talking over-easy beat up or did he straight up scramble your eggs?” This was a very serious question, and he asked it with the straight face it deserved.
All right, after the baseball question, time to find something that looked at least mildly intelligent. He skimmed until he found the first one A) not using text speak, and B) longer than five words.
“When police discharge their weapons, particularly when there's an injury, there's a strict review process to ensure that any damage caused was justified. What process is in place to track property damage and casualties inflicted by X-Men?”
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Sept 22, 2016 19:07:53 GMT -6
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“Dude you can't just hit, ah, poster boards--” Okay so probably there was no law against that, but it was certainly rude. Jiri puffed up appropriately, shoulders wide and arms crossed, making sure all of the internet could see how much he was standing up for this place's rights. “What does 'cark it' even mean?”
Okay, so he could probably figure that out from context, except that their accents were so thick that he wasn't sure how much of the context he was understanding. They were like angry Steve Irwin re-runs.
>> "We're not doing anything wrong. Are you familiar with the ICCPR, the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights? Article 21 and 19 states we're allowed to peacefully assemble and express political views. Australia, as a signatory, is obliged to follow these articles as stated by the UN. Are you denying us those rights, officer?"
“Yeah,” Jiri said, backing up his roommate's incredible law quoting, seriously, was that a real thing because if it was it was awesome but how the heck did Alex know about it, when had he even had time to research it what with all the poster making and camera shopping they'd had to do-- “Yeah! You can't deny us our--”
The officer's foot made a nice crunching sound as as he closed the laptop's lid with his foot. “That's what cark it means. Now you three better come along with us. Or did you need that one explained, too?”
Jiri made a sort of half-whine in the back of his throat.
Now, he decided, was not the time to point out that the camera was still shinning a little red 'on' light. The lap top's screen might be so much shrapnel, but that boot hadn't hurt the motherboard. They were still live.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 28, 2016 16:36:45 GMT -6
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“Mostly I try not to do it because it never ends well and hey look here's another question from our viewers--” A question, any question, any question that was not 'Jiri's powers or comfort level as a mutant after one full year at mutant school'.
“Do you play baseball?”
What kind of lame question was that
Seriously
“What's your favorite 'co-worker story' from your time on the X-Men? I bet you guys have some wicked fights.”
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 28, 2016 15:47:21 GMT -6
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“And where is this 'Island of the Amazonians,' precisely? You know. So that men can properly stay away.” Jiri asked this question on behalf of all men. Also lesbians. And bi-curious vacationers.
Regarding his own mutation: Jiri face faulted. “Umm.” When he possesed his little sister, probably. One of the times. Or did it not count until he actually knew knew? Because that would be when the test results came back x-gene positive while he was in the psych ward. Or did people only count from when it had sunk in? He was taking way too long to answer this, just go with that one--“Well, it was kind of… confusing, with my power, since it's hard to tell I'm not just dreaming. So I guess I didn't really process it my first tour of the Mansion. When I possessed Mrs. Csendes. And then she possessed me back. That was so far beyond nightmare-ish that it had to be real. She's the one who tried to brain me with a laptop, if anyone in internet land was wondering.”
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 28, 2016 14:55:21 GMT -6
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Jiri took a very special moment to turn to the camera. “This, ladies and gentlemen,” he said, hooking a thumb towards the man who definitely didn't have coffee in his mug, “Is our health teacher.”
Which Jiri was taking next semester. Oh god that was going to be interesting.
“Okay, serious question, from a guy who didn't figure out he was a mutant until pretty late in the game: how do you not freak out when you see giant crabs in the supermarket? I mean, seriously, when I see crazy new things I get weirded out. I wouldn't be a jerk to a giant crab, but I'd probably take a few steps back into the freezer isle and wait for it to leave, just to be safe.”
Which probably made him some sort of self-racist, but seriously, weird things were gonna weird.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 28, 2016 14:24:56 GMT -6
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“...If I just say a random girl name, is it like, 90% likely that you've dated her?” Jiri asked the whiskey-wheezing man. Because seriously. He was maybe getting that impression. “Out of curiosity, how many illegitimate children do you have running around?”
“Ladies, you know my forum contact details. Gents: please no. Just please no. Neither I nor Mr. Johnson are accepting your solicitations at this time, RIP my inbox.” As if he didn't get enough hate mail from Cafas' rabid fangirls as it was. At least the pictures should get a little more… variety after this.
Best not to think about it.
Shudder.
Well, they seemed to be back in friendly waters, topics-wise. So what else was there…
“Oh hey, look at that photo.” The one between the bosom shots (seriously though: time stamp or don't bother). The picture in question showed Cold Steel… “Are you flicking off grocery shoppers? I sense a story here.”
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 28, 2016 13:08:13 GMT -6
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Jiri watched with increasing alarm as Sam's mug went from coffee with a little extra, to a little extra with coffee, one glug-glug-glug of his flask at a time. That wasn't on camera, right? A quick glance and a forced smile at the webcam told him that no no it wasn't, but just because the internet didn't see didn't mean it wasn't happening right here in front of him.
The X-Leader. Might have a drinking problem.
“You heard him, internet ladies. Those girls of his dreams set a high bar. As Sam's new Secretary of Dating, all first dates will go through me now. By happy coincidence, I'm also accepting applications for a significant other.”
Even more alarming: he was gulping that new contents of his cup like they were no stronger than the coffee had been.
Ooookay so apparently that hadn't been a good question. What else, what else, something totally non-controversial--
“We're picking between two names for our baby girl. My husband wants to call her Circe, but I think Leila is prettier. Tell him he's wrong!”
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 28, 2016 12:28:57 GMT -6
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All in all, it was very politically worded. Like, trying-not-to-offend-people style. Mr. Johnson clearly wasn't lacking in opinions—his words about Romania sure as heck proved that—which made his META comments downright tame by comparison.
Seriously. Was there any X-Man who agreed with the METAs? Why were they still working with the police, if they didn't?
And then suddenly the question was turned on him and Jiri had the look of all high schoolers called on in class.
“You know, I think I'm starting to see why reporters like being the ones to ask the questions, not to answer them.” He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his curly hair. “Umm. I guess I hadn't really thought about it? It's like debating the next president, when I can't even vote yet. But I guess I agree with you. They're super buggy right now. Whatever they were supposed to be, this isn't it, and they really need to fix them before anyone can decide.” Much less a high school student who was used to putting his opinions in a five-paragraph essay due Monday.
“So hey, lighter topic.” Subject change! “What does the X's most eligible bachelor see in his future? Wife and kids, two dogs and picket fence? What would it take to get you settled down?”
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 28, 2016 12:06:03 GMT -6
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He literally could not promise her that. Not being careful was practically a side effect of his mutation. He could think he'd be careful and swear he'd be careful, but five minutes of 'sleep' and any practical sense of caution was gone.
“I will drink a lot of caffeine,” the teenager promised instead, and emphasized the point by finishing off his break room cup.
>> "I really can't drive you home, though...”
“That's okay. Umm. Can I have another cup of coffee before I go?”
Thus armed, the Body Snatcher ventured back out into NYC's streets. So help them all.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 27, 2016 20:27:33 GMT -6
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Oh god he'd broken her.
(Or this was still a dream.) (Don't think like that don't think like that really bad idea to think like that again tonight--)
“Are you… okay?” The teen asked hesitantly. Because honestly, she was starting to freak him out a little, and it probably showed in his face. “Like, I didn't possess you and then forget about it, right? Did I?” Had he? Crap what if he'd gone in there and kicked down a few mental garbage cans and now she needed to check herself into the psych ward, he seemed to remember wanting her to do that at some point--
“Listen, I am so sorry, whatever I did I didn't mean to do, I mean I meant it but I thought I was sleeping, I would never do that to people awake, but it's just really hard to tell because the world is insane so seriously how can you ever tell if you're really awake or not--”
And now he was babbling and she was laughing and he was not entirely certain which of them was louder.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 27, 2016 20:19:54 GMT -6
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>> “”First off, Cafas a real man?...”
“Ah yes, the manliness of Cafas Johnson.” Jiri grinned over steepled fingers. “So, as his team leader, you would say… this is a topic up for debate? Please elaborate for our viewers.”
That might or might not get him beat up by more fan girls, but it was totally worth it.
On the advice to cook a juicy steak for the veggie girl, the teen face palmed for the camera.
“Dude man, you're going to get this guy dumped.” Jiri reached out, and dragged the computer more his way. “Listen: she's probably just a vegetarian, all right? Even if it's not a mutation thing, not all girls want to eat a guy's steak shut up internet you know what I mean. So just respect her, okay?”
As the man talked about Romania, he slowly eased the camera back the way it had been. 'Cause yeah. That was… a lot more intense than his history teacher had made it out to be, apparently. Jiri didn't interrupt. He just kind of sat still, and tried not to get guilted out by the fact that half his attention was on how awkward he looked on the screen next to the impassioned X-Leader when he should be giving all his attention to the man's words.
A question floating by in the chat seemed highly relevant.
“Do you think the META bots are a lead-in to more drastic measures against mutants in the United States? How could the X-Men support their use?”
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 27, 2016 19:44:16 GMT -6
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Jiri knew a dismissal when he heard one.
He knew an invitation to stay when he heard one, too.
Between her frill-less you're free to go and her chair-collapsed drink the coffee, he wasn't quite sure what she wanted him to do.
The teen sat quietly. And drank the coffee.
“So. Umm. You're off your shift, right. Could you give me a ride home? I'm pretty sure if I take the bus I'll fall asleep and half the city will burn down somehow. I'm talented like that.”
The nice thing about being sleep deprived? It was always a novelty listening to the stupid things that came out of your own mouth.
Jiri tilted the cup back, and drowned any other babbles that might want to come out.
Jiri set up the camera as Leo got the signs going. Alex just kind of stood there and stared suspiciously at a granola bar and the world at large.
“You still feeling weird, man?” Jiri asked, kneeling as he tried to remember how to lock the tripod to keep it from sliding. He'd borrowed it from the art teacher. The thing was probably from the seventies and possibly whatever screw it needed to not keep slipping down was still on the plane. Whatever. He could just tilt the camera more, they were standing on the steps anyway. Next: computer! And phone. Leo's probably-a-little-sketchy internet friend had helped them get a phone that A) worked internationally and B) was a decent wifi hotspot. Why the network name was set to “SwanInAustralia” and the password to “ThankYouForFileHost” he did not know, and did not question.
If it worked, it worked.
And boy did it work.
Jiri adjusted the laptop with his foot, so they could see their own footage streaming. And they. Were. Live.
“Good evening, Americans, and good afternoon, Aussies. We're—oh crap, sign.”
The internet watched as Jiri dived off camera, and returned with a hot pink poster board.
Mutant Rights Around The World
NYC stands with Sydney
That was better.
“Hello, internet. InvasionOfTheBS here with your very own LionOfJustice and our friend,” whose internet name he was totally blanking on, did Alex even have a forum account? Whatever, he left space for his roommate to intro himself. “We're here all the way from Parliament House in Australia--”
It was on the laptop screen at their feet that he saw the officers approaching. And the hand on his shoulder.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Jul 29, 2016 10:11:05 GMT -6
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“Sssh,” Jiri ssshed the Mansion's new PR lady. “If you don't like it, go yell at your own TV. Some of us are trying to listen.”
Seriously, when did she even get hired, she'd just sort of shown up one day. Apparently she used to run a pharmaceutical company that had, like, seventy billion accounting fraud scandals before suddenly it went off the radar. How that qualified her as publicist of a private school, he did not know.
Huh. Could failed pharmacists-turned-publicists sponsor school clubs? He should maybe slip some papers for his journalism club on her desk, and see if they ended up signed. It was either that or find a Ruddy clone who didn't care what Ms Taylor would do to him.
A thought for another time. Right now: texting. Such texting.
Leo get down to the living room right now you NEED to see this history papers are for losers SHIRTLESS DRAGON MAN IS MAKING A MUTANT NATION
“Besides, Jaager's cool. Have you even met him? I've seen him when he's just playing to the cameras, and this isn't it. He's, like, being serious. And I, for one, want to drink that cool aid.”
Yeah. So naysayers could just go shoo. Seriously, why would the guy even make a big announcement if he wasn't serious? Dude had nothing to lose from staying silent. The plans must be hella far along for him to be confident enough to announce like this. Adults were so cynical that they wrapped straight around to stupid sometimes.
leo leo leo leo leo leo leo come faster
Jiri lifted his hands in the air and cheered with the televised crowd. A few of the kids around him were startled. A few more took a second, but they joined in all the same.
