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.
Jack was patrolling the halls when her walkie fizzled to life.
<<Jack, you there?>>
Jack unclipped the walkie talkie from her waistband, fumbling to press the button. When the walkie finally managed to hit the "TALK" button, she mumbled, "Dis Jack, go ahead."
It fell silent, before the next report crackled in, <<Some kid is rappelling down a ladder in formalwear? East side of the building, by the dorms. Could you go check it out? Will is on the other side of the grounds.>>
"Sure."
The prawn padded down the labyrinthine halls, running a hand over her antennae. What in God's name were they doing, clambering down the ladder, in formalwear? As a part-time bouncer, Jack could hazard a guess, but for f**k's sake, whatever happened to slinking out doors or first-story windows? Did they really think a ladder would attract less attention?
Stupid kids. Jack pushed open a side door, and then pressed it shut behind her. Most of the doors were kept locked during the nighttime, to prevent access from the outside. She was on the opposite side of the building, so would have to circle around the front to get to where the ladder was. Then she would work from there. A cold breeze kicked-up, causing her antennaes to sway. Jack hugged her hoodie closer, a shaking breath ghosting out past the surgical mask that concealed her mouthparts.
It was then that she came face-to-face with a rather bedraggled looking blond, formalwear and all. This had to be the kid.
"Duh Hell are y-"
Nyoom, she was off like a shot, running down the grassy knoll and into the hedgemaze.
What the f**k. Jack patiently unhooked her walkie again, "Did you see dat?"
The walkie was silent for a moment, when the response came, Jack could hear the convulisons of laughter on the other end, <<We'll keep an eye on her, see where she comes out.>>
Jack trudged down the hill, the damp grass cold against the soles of her feet. Of all the rotten luck. She stopped at the mouth of the hedgemaze, a hand upon her hip. She was seven-and-a-half feet tall, but these hedges were easily eight feet tall... there was no easy way out, if she went in there. That idiot kid had to come out eventually though, right? And there was only one entrance and one exit, unless she decided to lunge through a wall.
She had a dull inkling that perhaps she startled the kid-- there were a handful of students that were afraid of her. The wee hours of the night likely increased these numbers exponentially.
Jack paged again, "Will, don't su'ose I could get your hel' at the hedgemaze?"
Momentary silence, before, <<It'll take me about fifteen minutes to get there, at least.>>
Jack groaned. No way was she going in there. Not alone. She'd have to wait.
"Hey, kid!" she yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth, "I'n not gonna hurt you. I'n on security. Duh nor uzz ny tine you waste, duh nore trou'le you're in!!"
Jack huffed at the quip, shaking her head. A humor glimmered in her eyes, but she wasn't going to give Alice the benefit of knowing that the prawn was amused. Cheeky kid.
>> "How long's this going to be by the way. If the schools wasting my time I'd like to know how much."
"'ro'ly all day," Jack remarked almost immediately, her mandibles flexing in a smirk beneath her surgical mask. It probably wouldn't take all day, to be honest-- it might take four hours, tops, but that still left the bulk of the afternoon open for merriments. That didn't mean that Jack couldn't have her fun, tough.
Jack shrugged as Alice pressed onward, seemingly indignant about the fact that detention entailed manual labor, rather than staring at a blank wall for six hours. She accused Jack of choosing the punishment, and the prawn huffed again. This time, it sounded more like a laugh.
"Can choose a little," Jack explained, "Can choose to has you sit in a desk sore six hours, drooling and s'acing-out and such. Udder choice is to do diss-erent tasks around school. Nore worse-while to 'ro'ide a ser'ice den to just sit around."
She didn't need to explain herself to a teenager. Jack nodded her head towards the residential areas, towards the bathrooms that needed attenion, "Cun on-- sooner we're done, sooner you can go do whate'er."
Obviously scrubbing toilets and wiping down mirrors would be the end of the world, for this one. Jack surveyed the checklist that the janitor had left them, trailing behind Alice.
To the prawn's discerning senses, the city always roared with life. Thundering cars, shouting men, screaming subways-- an enormous din of noise that assaulted her antennae and the souls of her feet, discombobulated her, sent her reeling. Why Jack had chosen the city while she could have just as easily chosen a peaceful life in the woods, or at least in New York State rather than New York City, was beyond her. Maybe there was some comfort in the continuous, buffeting noise. It didn't give Jack the time to barraged by equally insistent thoughts. In the noise she found... well, quiet. Mental quiet.
It was the same quiet that walking the perimeter of the Mansion Grounds somewhat bearable. She preferred being with the kids, in the halls or on the basketball courts, somewhere closer to where most of the students were. But she supposed that idle strolls were alright, too. Jack toted her perfunctory flashlight, though her enhanced eyesight made it unnecessary. She padded along quietly, her alien feet padding softly through the grass.
Unbeknownst to Jack, she was strolling past the unseen dreamwalker. However, given the distant roar of traffic, she did not hear the ragged breathing towards the ground. Jack passed the gates, waving to the staffer inside of the booth, just beyond where Jack stood.
"Slow night?" he called out to her, opening the door.
"Slow night," Jack agreed, rumbling.
"Take care of yourself."
The prawn nodded, the door was slid shut. In the booth that housed the gatekeeper, there were windows all around, even on the sliding door. Jack surveyed her reflection in the small panels of glass. She'd been working a lot lately, and the tiredness was written on the chitin of her face and in her half-lidded eyes. She'd kill for a nap right now. Her eyes cut to the side, towards the Mansion, and for a moment she could have sworn she saw a redhead behind her, in the grass. Jack turned, and, seeing no one, continued on. Huff. She was more tired than she thought.
The prawn peered at the blue-haired student as she trotted closer, attempting to encapsulate an air of calm. Of course, the prawn was not fooled. Her antennae flicked forward, brow ridges drawn in scrutiny.
>> "Hey Jack, hope I'm not too late, got a little sidetracked this morning. You know how it is."
Jack inclined her head, giving a shrewd click.
"Cuttin' it close, aren't ya?" she countered. She shook her head, lavender eyes rolling in her skull. She didn't actually know how it was. Working two-and-a-half jobs (her hours at Chrysalis had dwindled), most of which entailed working nights, required timeliness in all facets of life. You had to be diligent about scheduling sleep, find time to workout and eat and, on rare occasions, decompress. She didn't have time to dawdle.
"Here," the prawn grunted , handing Alice an empty plastic bucket with a sponge, a face-mask, gloves and a sundry of cleaning chemicals, "Janitor is sick. Get to hel' clean dorn-itory restroon's."
Jack had a few more buckets of a similar persuasion, both for herself and for any other students who were serving detention. Lavender eyes surveyed the entry hall, accompanied by a contemplative hum.
Guys and gals, it's that time again, where I am putting out the plea for more threads. I am very close to a Jack power-growth and am thus most in need of Jack threads (I'm desperate enough yup consider soloing which I scarcely ever do). However, I would not turn my nose up at a Chase thread or two, either. (Gina, however, continues to be popular and needs no threads, so unless you have an enticing plot, I'll probably pass I threads for her.
Chase is a twelve year old human-shifter who resides at the mansion. He is your quintessential moody tween. His shapeshifting ability is accompanied by a psychometric ability (he can glean memories from personal affects). I'm game for all sorts of shenanigans, on or off campus. (Or perhaps you want a thread with Delta 7, the brainwashed SUPER soldier? Wanna get hunted? Wanna capture him??)
Jack is the manager are Inferno (Havens nightclub) and campus security at Xavier's. This no-nonsense Nantes shrimper is available for just about all of your shenanigan needs. Making trouble at Xavier's? Going out for a drink at Inferno? Let Jack be there to assist. (Blue, alternatively, is a feral, nonverbal rendition of jack whose main drive is her predatory or survivalist drive.)
If you're interested, hit me up either in the comments or over PM!!
The transformations were something to behold… exceptional… the prawn had only transformed once, and spent a majority of the process drifting in and out of consciousness. To see it happen so instantaneously… A small, scared girl took the place of the snarling bear, stammering “no” and buck naked. In the other corner, an equally-naked Amber. Great.
Jack hastily peeled off her button-up shirt, handing it towards the silver-haired kid. The kid was almost an entire three feet shorter than her, so the shirt would likely for her like a dress.
“You can change ut-stairs,” the prawn said gently, “I'll walk you two utt.”
Of course there'd be consequences, but they had time to change clothes first.
Underneath the button-up was a t-shirt, which was also peeled-off. This was passed towards Amber.
>> "Did I hurt anyone?"
”Don't sink so,” the prawn mumbled, “Watch out sore 'roken glass.”
A small group of onlookers was gathering, so the prawn bellowed at one of the nearest one's.
“No one go in dere or you'll all get detention,” Jack growled, “I'n taking deez two to get changed and go to Doc’ross. Understand?”
“I'll make sure everyone stays out,” one of the older students avowed.
“Alright,” Jack said gently, gesturing to the two young ladies (who were hopefully wriggling into the proffered shirts, “Let's go.”
Though the prawn stood shirtless in the doorway of the kitchen, she was too preoccupied with handling collateral to feel self-conscious. A primary hands grabbed a roll of paper towels, to mop up blood seeping from any wounds. Her secondary hands, all the while, stretched now that they were free.
The lady seemed exhausted, it didn't take a detective to notice that. Jack jangled the half-melted ice cubes around the small glass, watching the young redhead carefully.
“Do dey has a lounge here?” Jack asked. Chrysalis provided backstage seating for their live acts. Surely this venue had similar accommodations?
“Look tired,” the prawn observed, “No good to slee’ out here.”
Of course, the prawn might also keep a lookout for the lady if she slept out here, but it'd probably be less noisy, and less sticky, backstage.
The prawn shrugged noncommittally. She might be there one to host detention, it might be someone else. That was up for someone else to decide. Jack padded towards a closed door with a plaque that read “Campus Security”. A sliver of light filtered underneath. Jack popped the door open, gesturing for Alice to went. Another member of security sat behind the desk.
“Hey Chief,” the guy greeted, “Who've you got with you?”
“Alice,” the prawn said simply, “Caught her 'reaking curse-ew. Can ya get her written-up?”
“Sure.”
The prawn turned to the kid, her mandibles twitching. She patted Alice's shoulder. Just because she'd found someone breaking curfew, didn't mean her patrol duties were over.
“Go to slee’,” Jack said by way of a farewell, “I'll catch you around later.”
=//=
Alice's detention was to be served on Saturday, in addition to a few other students. Conveniently, Jack was elected to be the supervising staff. It was thus that the prawn found herself in the entryway, toting a clipboard and some tools for today's detention service. Lavender eyes cut towards the clock. The students had a little less than ten minutes until they'd be considered late.
>> "But you're just sooooo big. And if it's not obvious, blue's kind of my favourite colour. You're just, well you're kind of awesome and pretty and blue."
It was always the rave reviews that took Jack by surprise—the people who weren't just okay with her, but genuinely impressed by her physique. Behind the confines of her surgical mask, her mouthparts stirred uncertainly.
“Sanks,” was the soft reply, followed by a clearing of the throat. “I nean, sank you.”
The two strode together down the hall, Jack's footfalls muffled by the rug beneath them. Alice declared that the sooner she got to bed, the sooner she could game… to each their own, the prawn supposed.
>> "What'll the punishment actually be?"
“De’ends on who you're wiss,” the prawn mumbled, “Detention. Whoe'er is wiss you decides. Usually a really cun-unity ser'ice-oriented school.”
Unlike the experiences the young woman cited as she explained that she just did what she had to, Jack had no experience to draw from. Chrysalis didn't do many, if any, live shows. Jack's job likewise started when things went south. Other more articulate bouncers we responsible for diffusing tense situations.
Jack polished off the Old Fashioned and set the emptied glass farther from her, readjusting her surgical mask. For now, this was plenty. She still had to walk home after all…
>> "I teach Biology and Botany at Mansion. I have been t'ere for some time."
“How long?” the prawn inquired, genuinely interested, “I has ‘een on security sore two years now.”
Just a casual heads-up. I'm going on a road-trip! To Idaho!
I will, of course, try to pop in and post routinely but will make no guarantees. This will be effective from tomorrow, Wednesday June 21st until the following Wednesday, June 28th. Like I said, I'll try to stick around, but if I'm not then that's why! Skype me if you need me!
This will be effective from tomorrow, Wednesday June 21st until the following Wednesday, June 28th. Like I said, I'll try to stick around, but if I'm not then that's why! Skype me if you need me!