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 Aug 5, 2015 21:07:48 GMT -6
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I freaking kid you not.
Also, now that he wasn't an eight year old, the odds of this being just a dream felt like they were dramatically decreasing. It was... easier to think in this girl's head. And really, her disbelieving rage seemed a very normal, very not-a-dream reaction to possession.
So. Weird question time. The voice in her head asked. Are we awake?
Crap. That made the psychotic laser clown even scarier.
Don't panic, she said. The last of her instructions. Don't panic. It should have been the first thing she said.
There were images in her mind to go with the words, like a photo collage of the hundreds of times she'd done it before, how natural it felt to slip her fingers into place, the trial and error of finding that perfect aim point until it was an unconscious feeling of rightness, of knowing before she even released her fingers whether she'd be on target or not.
Which was all really nice for her, but didn't stop his hands from shaking as he tried to put all that information into action. Blue feather on the left, white on the string (why was that?), finger positioning (why two below?)
He aimed, drew, fired. And, thanks to the crash course in his head, he knew as his fingers released, knew it in his gut, that he'd utterly missed. He ducked behind a mirror, not waiting to see the result.
Can we run now? Why are you fighting the evil laser clown instead of calling the police?
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 2, 2015 19:07:03 GMT -6
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Jiri set the pillow in his lap and his phone on top of it, then gave his roommate two thumbs up. It was almost hilarious, how nervous he seemed. Alex had seen the other teen facing off against three thugs who wanted him dead, and he couldn't say whether Alex had looked more nervous than or now. Public speaking: possibly a fate worse than death.
He seemed to hit a grove though, soon enough. The congenial stupidity behind some of the questions probably helped. Really? Cold Steel v. Sharknado? Sharknado, no question. It was a tornado of sharks.
The stitches. Of course they wanted to see the stitches.
the grosser the better, InvasionOfTheBS typed into the chat. Jiri didn't have to look at his phone to type; he grinned at Alex over the top of the computer. Seriously: this was the internet. You told someone tht something was gross, they'd demand a link. Did Alex know how well he was working this crowd?
For himself: Jiri lost some of his grin when the bandage came off. That was... yeah. That didn't look too hot. It had probably looked even worse, a few days ago.
when else did you get hurt? Some insensitive S.O.B. asked the question Jiri had running through his own head. The next wave of questions was rolling in:
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 2, 2015 12:04:39 GMT -6
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There was a scathing commentary of emotions emanating from the back of his head, ending in some truly pithy criticism.
I'm not an idiot, Jiri protested, I'm a recovering eight-year-old.
It might be a condition unique to him, but it was a real one. As his(her) shoulder hit the mirror, and things broke (but happily not on her) (much), Jiri came to the unfortunate conclusion that he had no idea what he'd been thinking, either.
But it had been cool. Or it would have been, if he'd pulled it off. And a guy had to try, right? To look cool? In front of a girl? Whose body he was in?
Jiri resisted a real and urgent impulse to look down at his own chest. Later. There were more pressing matters right now, including the cackling clown who was charging another attack.
I would let you do this if I knew how to let you do this! He said, as he hastily sprint-stumbled behind a corner, chased by images of the teen. But I kind of suck with my power right now! So if you could teach me how to use a bow very very quickly, that might be a good idea!
Bows were easy, right? They didn't have many moving parts. If Jiri's caveman ancestors had been able to figure these things out, they couldn't be that bad.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 2, 2015 11:35:13 GMT -6
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"Aaah! Shoot it!" The clown was clearly charging up for a boss attack, but she wasn't shooting it. Why wasn't she shooting it?
Oh, body snatcher. Right. For some reason, it felt easier to think straight in her head. He had far less desire to find the nearest adult and cling to them for safety, too. In fact, bow and arrows in hand, he was feeling pretty badass.
"You are going to die, clown." The teenager jerked the muscles around Maya's mouth into a grin.
But he couldn't just shoot the thing. Well, he could, but where was the fun in that? The action? The adventure? This wasn't a horror film, it was Indiana Jane and the Secret of the Lost Mirror Maze.
Jiri released the bow string while simultaneously throwing him(her)self to the side in an epic rolling dodge.
This went about as well as you would expect, given that he'd never shot a bow before, and that he'd forgotten they were surrounded by highly breakable objects.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 2, 2015 11:19:10 GMT -6
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"No!" The little boy wailed. "I want to stay with you! You have arrows and you're going to shot him I am way safer with you if you make me leave then he's going to find me the second your back is turned and the last thing you'll hear is my scream and you'll feel really guilty but I'll be dead!" pause for breath "This is not about being brave this is the plot of every horror movie ever. Don't split the party!"
Despite his protests, despite his amazing display of logic and intelligent reasoning, the girl with the arrows still insisted on prying him off of her kneecaps.
She stepped between him and the clown's reflection, all heroic like, but he wasn't fooled. She was clearly the main character in this movie, and if he stepped off screen for even a second, he was dead. Being genre-savvy was a terrifying way to live life.
Jiri stomped his foot. "I am not--
"--leaving!" The last word was said in the girl's own voice. Behind her, a little boy blinked in confusion before running away screaming.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 2, 2015 9:57:39 GMT -6
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Fear not, child. God's voice steadily intoned. You should inform the infidelthat his deductions of this game are accurate, and that he lost the last round. His heart will guide him in what to do.
Strip. God commands it.
His chosen one was quickly regaining her wits. You are indeed winning, as you shall indeed always win. For verily (an extremely godly word, was 'verily') you trusted me in the Trial of the Lost Shirt, and did I not see you safely through? You sacrificed your shirt at the alter of your doubts, and walk now the path of the righteous.
The gun had jammed that first round, pressed right against her temple. It had been awesome.
This time, as in all others, his chosen was spared. Protected by his grace. The gun dry clicked.
This heathen shows compassion, if misguided. He is of worthy character. Speak to him the gospel of the Voice in Your Head: I wish him converted. Should he accept me into his heart and mind (especially into his mind), he shall be freed.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 2, 2015 9:39:45 GMT -6
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Ghost: <3
Lori interview: oh heck yes. What could be better press than letting the double ethnic minority (Iranian AND a mutant!) high school student interview you?
Mirror: blackmail? If you insist. <3
Mahadevi: clearly she will need good press after she resists arrest for drunkenness and possibly slaps around a cat!cop.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 2, 2015 9:36:39 GMT -6
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I do not like this lesson. I do not like it at all. And you will not like cleaning the smears of my dismembered body out of the tile grout.
Ghost was keeping their lips too firmly sealed for him to express this emotion out loud, but he made sure to fill her eyes with a sense of impending catastrophe. And he was breathing hard enough for both of them.
The pointing finger did not help.
The foot really did not help.
"I'm too young to die!" Jiri finally managed to shout, doing everything in his power to throw themself bodily at Susan.
It was a testament to his state of already sufficiently scared that he didn't consider the consequences of pushing the gargantuan mutant off balance when she was threatening to step on him.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 2, 2015 9:17:38 GMT -6
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***AMA sign up is ongoing, don't be shy!***
So, in an Alex/Jiri thread (House Arrest), we're doing a Reddit-style "Ask Me Anything" with the mutant spotters' club Aububon X.
It is both great fun and hilarious. And, uh, it helps make mutants approachable, and builds community ties! Just what we need!
By Cbox demand, Jiri is going to be running around the Mansion (and the city at large) trying to set up other mutant interviews in a similar vein. Questions will be a mix of targeted ones from me and random ones collected from the Cbox. <3
If you want your character interviewed, post below!
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 2, 2015 8:54:43 GMT -6
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"You just... left?" Jiri raised an eyebrow. "Yeah. Definitely talk to them. I mean, they probably cancelled the missing persons case when you showed up at the hospital, but I bet you freaked a lot of people out. Can I ask why you even left? I mean, this place seems pretty cool. Once you get over the..." Students, teachers, staff? He let that one trail off. "Umm. Yeah. It's pretty cool here."
Alex seemed hilariously out of his depth as Jiri rigged up the Skype session. He had the same look on his face that Jiri's five-year-old sister did when he made her a bowl of cereal with milk. That what is this magic you are working look, over something that really wasn't that hard.
But then, there probably hadn't been Comcast bills going to that cabin in the desert, and the teen didn't look like he was hiding a laptop in his one set of clothes. Jiri felt like a dick, for even thinking about it. He wisely refrained from commenting, and tried to subtly talk through what he was doing, in case Alex was trying to learn.
"Do you have a phone?" He asked. "If not, might want to ask the staff about one, when you talk to them. They probably have some dumb phones they could give you, at least for making emergency calls." Dumb phones. The opposite of smart phones. It belatedly occurred to him that Alex might have no idea what he meant, if he wasn't tech savvy. But if he explained the term and Alex already knew, it might come off like he looking down on the other teen. Jiri just... let that one stand.
From the safety of the backside of the laptop, behind his pillow shield, Jiri signed into the chat from his own phone, and joined the legion of question-askers from the safety of an avatar. He grinned at Alex's nervousness--apparently when he'd said Skype the internet, the enormity of the phrase was one of those things Alex's background hadn't prepped him for.
The questions started rolling in.
who would win? ColdSteel or an Adapted human?
no man ColdSteel v. Sharknado, who would win? adapteds are cheating
whats an adapted...?
dude there's a whole subforum howd you miss that
How did the cops treat you? The video cuts off when they show up. Did they treat you like victim or perp?
did you get stitches & can we see
yeeeeeeaah take off your shirt!!!!
Jiri was glad he'd swiped a pillow. It was helpful for smoothing his laughter.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Jul 30, 2015 21:30:07 GMT -6
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Reading the answers his roommate was typing was... actually, really informative. Like, things he kind of wanted to know, but thought it was too stupid to ask. Not the space mutants question, but things like figuring out who other mutants were.
A mutual respect thing, huh? He... could kind of see that. It was like how his tuition at this very ridiculously rich boarding school was costing his parents less than his sister's daycare, and how Alex was being weirdly cool about this whole possession thing. Even loners will help out a fellow in need, huh? So this was... sort of Alex passing on the favor, for how that guy in the desert helped him. Did the whole mutant community work that way? That would be kind of... well, neat.
Jiri caught the boxers, balled them up, and aimed for a basket in his open suitcase where it sat on top of the dresser. "My bed, my rules. If it's too messy, go back to your own."
He frowned over Alex's shoulder as he typed out the part about the trial, and the house arrest. "Is that true? That's BS." For the first time, he noticed the bulge on the other teen's ankle, and the edge of something dark and plastic hiding under it. A monitor? Like for a parolee? "Total BS," he reiterated. "Have you talked to the Mansion staff? They've got to know some lawyers that are decent with mutant cases. No way this is the first time one of their students has had to defend themselves."
It was easy to forget, in that flash of outrage, the role he'd played that night. But that was BS, too, in a way--those guys would have gotten on that bus with or without him riding side-saddle on their friend, and they'd picked the fight without any real help from him. He hadn't helped Alex, but he hadn't been the one to stab him, either. For the first time, it occurred to him that his clumsy possession might have helped the other teen--Jiri had no idea how to fight, but those guys certainly didn't seem new to the topic. Maybe the guy Alex killed, the one Jiri had been possessing at the time, maybe he would have been a little more competent without a crazy teenager riding his brain.
The thought didn't really help his overall guilt. But it helped.
...Wait, a live video?
"You want to Skype the internet?" Jiri's initial reaction was one of disbelief. But as he thought for a moment, a grin spread on his face. "...Dear god, why not. As long as we only accept text questions, it should stay manageable. Let me get my webcam turned on."
All too soon, the set up was ready to go. They put up a post directing people to the livestream, and a text chat to accept questions.
"Just keep that camera the hell away from me, okay? Some of us aren't ready to be celebrities. My underwear is famous enough as it is." Jiri sat himself directly behind the laptop's screen, with a pillow in hand, ready to block the screen if Alex tried anything funny.
