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?
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Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Oct 18, 2015 8:22:24 GMT -6
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"I, umm, haven't gotten up the guts to break my cover." Online or at the real club, either. "I guess I could make a throw-away account and ask. Maybe. Umm. I've been having... a little touble? I guess?"
Just a little trouble sleeping, and not possessing people. Which she was going to find out as soon as she walked through those doors and talked to anyone who'd met him. He'd possessed half of summer school by now, and teachers were no exception. Neither was the newt they kept in the science lab.
He took in a breath, and let it out. "Which is to say, a lot. I, ah, kind of can't... not do it?" He immediately punctuated this with but-hey-don't-worry jazz hands. "I mean, when I fall asleep, it just kind of happens. So it's not like I'm just going to randomly steal your body," unless he randomly fell asleep, because oh hey narcolepsy, fun! "probably. Umm."
The shutting up now. He was doing that.
>> "I pulled up... six. Four of which I didn't even take, and I said so. One of which I took yesterday as part of my cover, thank you very much."
Okay, now that was too fun to pass up.
"Now, I'm in summer school, so let me double-check my math here. That's 'one of which' that you took as part of your cover, and... let's see, six minus one is..." There may have been some dramatically deliberate counting on his fingers. "Huh. Five that you didn't have as part of your cover."
He grinned an impish grin. Now this was a kind of awkward that didn't really feel that awkward at all.
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His real form. Body. He wasn't sure which of those sounded creepier, actually, but he was leaning towards form. It made it sound like he could go all crazy with the non-human.
Which... he could. To be fair.
"Yes real body. This is." He very eloquently replied, through a face palm. "Sorry. Didn't quite follow you the first time. Umm, yeah. This is me." If he'd been in another body, believe-you-him he'd have ditched out on coming back to the Mansion with it. Going to that meeting in another form was a genius idea, actually. Except for the whole 'violating someone else's free will' thing, not to mention the 'he didn't really have any control over this' angle.
At least they were at the gates now.It wouldn't me much longer until they were at the doors and then inside the Mansion and...
...what then? Awkward good nights? Even more awkward socializing in the living room while the nocturnal kids had a game tournament on the couches? There was just no way this was ending well.
"About the same," he answered, with regards to his photography interests. "So it's going to sound even more stupid now, but I just feel like no one here really knows what's up with my power. There's another body snatcher, but the way she does it is just..." Unclean unclean unclean. "It's, ah, physical-based, I guess you could say. Mine's mental. And Audubon-X has pretty decent forums, so I figured I'd check out the group, and see if... I don't know. Someone had heard of a power like mine?"
He rubbed the back of his neck. "I should probably just stick with the internet."
At least her powers didn't involve reading emotions. That seemed a little weird for an empath, but he didn't even care if she was lying, at this point. Anything that made this less traumatizing was fully welcome, in his opinion.
"So. Ah. If you just heard about the club yesterday, why did you have all those pictures of Cold Steel?"
...That was maybe something he really didn't want to know, come to think about it, but the question was already out there.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Oct 17, 2015 11:19:54 GMT -6
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Two to three hours of sleep every day. Had she read up on his mutation? Did she know how much what she was offering meant to him? Did it include weekends, did she even do paperwork on weekends? He wanted to ask, but he didn't want to seem greedy. And how was he even supposed to get to her office on time? It wasn't like alarm clocks worked on him, his mind wasn't around to hear them. Could he just, like, curl up in her office at night and be on her couch like a creepy unconscious stalker when she came in for the morning--
He needed to stop over thinking this. They'd make it work. And with two to three hours of sleep EVERY DAY in his system, maybe he'd be able to think things through a little better.
>> "I guess having an adapted around is not all around useless, huh."
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Oct 17, 2015 11:07:05 GMT -6
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He had kissed her and she was blushing and he was grinning, and he was not nearly awake enough to be embarrassed. Mortification would come hours later. For now? There was only the sudden, unfocused energy of someone startled from a deep sleep.
"They're not so bad. It's just like talking to your subconscious, but with gif images."Having gotten very close to his subconscious in the past few months of sleep deprivation, Jiri could vouch for this. "Seriously. You don't know how much sleeping means to me. I--It's just--" It was completely and utterly beyond his ability to put into words. It was sleep. "Umm. Could I set up, like, a nap time with you? Maybe just an hour a day? Or less, I don't want to take up your schedule, maybe once a week?" No need to get greedy. An hour a week would be... would be... absolutely divine.
Also probably very unhealthy still, but better an hour aweek than an hour never.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Oct 17, 2015 10:01:07 GMT -6
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lieesssssssssss
lies and avoidance. 1) we have proof the jet is under xavier's, or at least it was, and 2) the X-men spent yeeeeears as vigilantes before the police started working with them, and you KNOW I'm not talking about individual members, which makes me wonder 3) just what else you're hiding with this wrap up
basement dungeon confirmed, I think
She can't help it, she's The Man. She'd lose her job if she confirmed the basement dungeon.
I'm just liking how 'The Man' is a black woman. There's equality in action, right there.
Jiri was dreaming. It didn't matter if it was a good dream (which it was). It didn't matter what the dream was about (it was a little abstract and hard to put into words? One of those dreams.) What mattered was that simple statement: Jiri was dreaming.
Jiri was not dream-walking, Jiri was dreaming. He hadn't dreamed his own dream, in his own head, since his power manifested. He hadn't slept, period.
He responded to the pat on his shoulder like any teenager would, given the circumstances: he shrugged it off, nestled his face more comfortably against the desk, and muttered something that was a mix of I don't wanna, five more minutes, and mrrrrpppooommrhg.
he LIVES!
yeah but now he's ticked off two teachers, he's totaly getting tossed in the dungeon
that's why she's ending this, she needs to drag him down there while he's still too weak to struggle!
nooooo Invasion, fight The Man! fight her!
Finally, with great reluctance, he blinked open green eyes that were, if anything, even less coherent for their foray into dream land.
"Mfph?" He queried articulately. At which point he noticed the computer. And the person who'd woken him up. And finally, slowly, finally his brain grabbed enough of the pieces for him to put the scene together.
Ms. Taylor. The Mansion Counselor. The AMA. Jiri sat bolt upright in his chair.
"Oh God you kept talking to them. Why did you keep talking to them? Shut up internet, go home."
He closed his computer lid and sat back down, apologetically.
"Sorry. I guess I fell a--"
Wait.
"a--"
He had.
"Asleep. I fell. Asleep. I was sleeping, oh my God, I could kiss you." And that is exactly what the teenager did: he leaned over the desk, and aimed a kiss on the counselor's cheek.
The only thing less coherent than a Jiri would hadn't slept for months? A Jiri who'd just been shaken out of a power nap.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Oct 17, 2015 9:06:57 GMT -6
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Jiri had it on good report that CS was, quote, 'chill as ****', end quote. Nonetheless, his interviews with other Mansion authority figures had been… dicey? Was dicey the right word for getting brained by Ghost, and the fiasco that was the Ms. Taylor interview? Granted that Ms. Taylor had handled it pretty well, and didn't hate him, but he was still pretty sure that Ghost was out to get him. She always seemed to be drifting around corners whenever he was near, it was creepy.
He had it on good report that CS was an 'authority figure' in quotation marks, too. Everyone seemed to think he was cool, and not in the totally-a-pun-way: he was supposed to be pretty laid back, pretty fun to hang with. There were reports of a certain mini-fridge in his room, for instance. And he'd done the Sharknado thing, which had been epic.
So maybe, just maybe, Jiri wouldn't leave this one feeling like he was on another adults' hit-the-fan list.
He tried not to look as nervous as he felt as he knocked on the man's bedroom door.
“Mr. Johnson?” The lengths he'd had to go to find the man's actual name had been legendary, to say the least. “It's Jiri. Umm. You ready for your AMA?”
He carried his laptop cradled in his arms like mix between a safety blanket and a baby, and waited with jittery hands for the door to open.
The multiple cups of coffee were maybe contributing to that, too. He felt a little like a live wire that a kitten had been chewing through. He was not going to fall asleep for this one. Or get hit with his own laptop. Or… find a third option.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Oct 17, 2015 8:50:03 GMT -6
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thanks, good to know <3
toooooootally a mutant
so what if I am? At least I'm not a level 10 cleric pretending to have powers at my dnd campaign
dude you're gonna get admin banned if you talk smack about clerics
so what does xavier's REALLY think about the META bots?
yeah, did the police really debrief you like they said they would? did you have any forewarning at all?
anyone else going to point out that the x's were doing the vigilante thing long before they were doing the police deputy thing? anyone? that always gets suspiciously glossed over
On that note: respond to allegations that your basketball court folds back and STEALTH JETS fly out
we haven't had new pics of that happening in like two years, did you have a budget cut? because if you need more money for jet fuel just do a kickstarter
or a patreon
I would back that so. hard.
"at the $100/month level you get a ride on our sweet ass mutant stealth jet"
yessssssss please yesssssssss
What's your day-to-day like? How does it compare to previous (non-mutant-focused) places you've worked at?
look at SeriousPants, being serious
"SeriousPants, member since 2008." Username checks out.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Oct 17, 2015 8:23:30 GMT -6
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Jiri blinked in utmost confusion. He was pretty sure he should get it, she'd trailed off like he should get it... but he didn't get it.
"My real... what?" His mouth was quirked into a half-smile as he asked. The half-smile of I probably don't even want to know and I KNOW that but I'm asking anyway, why am I asking.
"Empath is cool. Very traditional. A, ah, staple of the community.So does that mean that you can, like, feel what I'm feeling? Right now?"Why did he ask these questions, he did not want to know the answer. On a scale from tomato to volcano, just how red was his face now? It felt so warm, it was kind of going numb. He'd thought he'd been embarrassed before, but no he realized that all other embarrassments in his life were simply stamina training for the moment when he'd be embarrassed in front of an empath.
"So. Umm." Umm. "What do you really think about bird photography?"
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Oct 17, 2015 8:07:43 GMT -6
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...Did she really just say that
gauntlet. thrown.
You heard the lady, gentlemen (and fake internet ladies who are RL 30-something gentleman, there are no women on the internet). From here on out we need DICTIONARIES.
which to be fair, CS would probably think was hilarious, so go for it
totally unrelated to the above and definintely not standing in a liqour store hoping to join the x-men: what's cold steel's favorite beer? is he a miller lite guy? seems like a miller lite guy to me
that man. can chill his own beer.
you juuuuuust realized that, didn't you
don't pauperize this for me!!
So. Serious question: what did your school do with Maya Csendes after the whole "brained InvasionOfTheBS with his own computer on live film" thing?
Which leads to a larger question: what kind of checks/balances does the mansion have for itself with regards to crime? Lord knows the cops aren't going to police you, so do you handle that yourselves?
can mutant kids show up and just get accepted or is there some kind of application process? asking for a friend
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Oct 16, 2015 21:48:37 GMT -6
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Ha! She told you! She told all of you!
she told THE INTERNET
omg she's gonna keep talking, this is going to be hilarious
what could go wrong
so hey, I got one. not to say that you and the x's are cozy with the cops, but just why are vigilantes from the xavier's given legal authority, and vigilantes from everywhere else treated like criminals? what makes you guys so special?
yah srsly, how do i join the x's? i do sort of a vigelante thing across town from you guys. i'm really tired of running from cops all the time when i'm just out there doing the right thing like you are
I know you're trying to push the "everyone is equal tralala" agenda of Xavier's, but I cannot help but think your previous answer on the Mutants v. Humans issue was the traditional cop out we get at every vanilla HR-approved press conference known to man. If you don't want to speak in broad terms, I shall provide for you a scenario. A hypothetical scenario, so you can answer hypothetically.
Imagine the United States government (House of Reps, Senate, and President all in agreement,we're speaking hypothetically so we can pretend that will ever happen, sigh) passes a law requiring driver's licenses/state IDs to carry mutant/non-mutant status. This is not a precursor to another Registration Act, it's merely a precaution so that if there's an accident and someone becomes incapacitated, the paramedics know to be careful of potential power use by unconscious mutants. As a preventative measure, ambulances carry shock cuffs, which they fit to unconscious mutants. Again, this is meant to keep the paramedics safe, much like they wear gloves to prevent disease transmission.
You catch some of your students forging their IDs to read "human." They are understandably afraid of such labels leading to discrimination, but some of their powers would be dangerous if they were unconscious, thus validating the government's exact fears. Explain how you would handle this situation.
Thank you in advance for minimizing your politically correct terminology.
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ssssssh, Internet, the adults are talking
oh screw you
my place or yours? <3
edit: RIP inbox. Seriously, what gender do you people think I am? "Ambrose Jaager"?
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Oct 16, 2015 21:22:34 GMT -6
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"It's not real," the teenager insisted. "I'm going to go with you because it's not real and I'm going to punch whoever is talking because it's not real and then I'm going to find whatever is making that weird buzz-chatter noise and punch that too because none of this is real."
How he could prove to a dreamer that they were dreaming, he had no idea. But the woman was terrified. He didn't know how much of this was really real. Jiri's own mutation had only manifested a few months ago. He'd been a normal kid until then. Some of the other mutants at the Mansion, the ones whose parents weren't so understanding, whose powers had manifested earlier... they told stories.
He didn't want to know how much of this was real. Not until they were both awake again, and she could decide for herself what she did and didn't want him to know. Walking into her dreams like this, maybe her memories? It wasn't fair to her. He didn't want to be seeing any of this. Neither did she: that was clear enough.
He didn't know how to wake her up, but maybe he could help her change the dream again.
Jiri took a deep breath, and put his hands together, almost like he was praying a Christian prayer. He let the breath out slowly. When he opened his hands, a clean white handkerchief was folded between them.
He held it out to the woman. "Here. You've, ah, got a little blood on your," he gestured with his own hand to his face. All of his face. "Clean yourself up, maybe?And try to believe me, okay? That's all I ask. You're safe right now. Nothing's going to hurt you, and I'll prove it."
He took a step away from her, and turned in a slow circle, his arms spread. Come and get me.
"Hey!" He shouted, into the darkness. "Hey, creepy voice guy! Here I am. I'm not running. And I'm not trying to trick her, because, my disembodied friend, I am not a figment of her psyche. What you gonna do about it? A whole lot of nothing? If you've got anything, show it. Otherwise, get out of here. The lady was having a nice dream before you showed up."
...Before he showed up. But he couldn't afford to think that way, not when his thoughts could influence things in here, too.
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They shook on their mutual mortification. Like good responsible teenagers, they too could 'fess up to the truth when things were literally shoved in their faces.
Technically she hadn't admitted to being a mutant, or living at the Mansion. Yet. But technically, neither had he.
At this point, he didn't think either of them was fooling the other. So. Might as well break the mutant ice.
"Body snatcher. Been here... a little over a week? I've been stuck in summer school, though. Which. Ah. I notice you are not stuck in."
This was possibly the longest walk up the Mansion lawn he'd ever had.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Oct 16, 2015 20:17:45 GMT -6
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The corporate espionage questions were answered fairly enough, Jiri thought. Probably someone in HR was already blacklisting him for even mentioning the incident in the first place. But seriously, everyone wanted to know. It was kind of all over the news, so it hadn't hurt to ask. Zero Answer was pretty much expected, but it was worth a shot.
The Jormundandr question, on the other hand, was pure gold. Jiri muffled a laugh behind his hand. On his screen, a new "question" popped into the chat.
Mr. Jaager is such a busy man, why don't you quit this interview before he needs to get dragged bodily off to his next meeting?
Uh-huh. Yeah, Ms. Brass wasn't fooling anyone. Be that as it may, Jiri could take a hint when it was literally right in front of his face.
"Sadly, folks, that's about all the time we have. Turns out that CEOs are lucky to get even this much time scheduled into their day for 'teh Internet,' and we're all very grateful to the secretaries that allow it.
"Before we sign off: Mr. Jaager, do you have any parting thoughts you'd like to leave your many, many, many new admirers?"
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Oct 13, 2015 20:48:29 GMT -6
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What was happening? It was like the place was warping, crumbling, changing around them, like a horror movie scene. The yellow sunlight turned to a faded gray beam. The walls darkened, until he wasn't even sure if they were still there at all. Windows and tables and couch and all the comforts of the scene grayed and vanished.
And the woman. She collapsed. Jiri made a move to rush over--
>> ”You’re a mutant. You’re doing this to me.”
"Wait, what? No, I mean yes, I mean I'm a mutant but we're just in your dream, we can't really get hurt in here--"
The blood falling from her nose said otherwise. In the dulled scene, its red stood out in sharp contrast.
She was so frightened. He hadn't meant to do anythingto her, he wasn't doing anything to her, he couldn't help it even if he did this was just how his own power worked and he didn't--
he couldn't--
He didn't know how to fix things. All he could do was watch as she tried to scramble away, and failed. Now he knew what it felt like, being the monster that stalked people through their dreams.
>> “Gweeeennyyyyyy. Gweny be a dear and bring us the mutant. If you bring us the mutant we’ll make it stop. We’ll make all the pain go away.”
"It's not real," Jiri said, half to her and half to the voice haunting the dark air around them. "Listen, lady, I don't know if this is a memory or a nightmare or what, but it's not real. I'm a mutant. And part of what I do? Wander into dreams. This isn't real."
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Actual crickets were actually chirping into the awkward silence between them as Jiri manned up, and pointed straight at the Mansion. Some of the younger kids had gone to bed by now, but most of the teens still had lights on in their windows, and there was always lights on in the kitchen downstairs.
"So. Are you here for more pictures of Cold Steel, or are you coming in?" He grinned a grin of complete mortification. What would be worse--her being a student, and him not figuring it out, or her being a creepy photographer, and him admitting to being a bird?
"Jiri, by the way." He stuck out his hand. There was really nothing else to do.
