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.
"I know I shouldn't be walking around Hospital like this" Rebecca spoke, still looking at the floor. "My mutation normally gets me out of any difficult situations though". The nurse was a nice person, just trying to do her job. She at least seemed to understand what she was going through. "You have to understand, I wouldn't normally do this. It's just...water...behaving in that way..."
The nurse, now able to be called Juliette, gave her limited details, seemingly skirting around this "other things" that she did. Perhaps she'd taken a career break because of a family bereavement or something? Rebecca could understand why she wouldn't go into detail, so didn't ask more about why she was coming back to nursing. Still, there were less probing questions...
"Is this your only job-"
She was interrupted as the door opened, with Jorge coming back in. Rebecca jumped for the second time that day. She couldn't help that...but proceeded to flush red somewhat with embarrassment at her own reaction. He looked far stronger than he did before, this made him all the more intimidating.
"N-nnot a problem" Rebecca spoke nervously at his thanks to the two of them. "I certainly wouldn't want to have sopping wet clothes on" she joked . Yes, self-depreciating humor, that would work wonders in this situation! Jokes always made things less scary!
For a simple trip to the hospital, this was turning out to be more interesting (and frightening) than Rebecca had first thought. All she needed now was the nurse to be some kind of mutant with an ice manipulating boyfriend and then it would be just like the bad dreams she had as a little girl.
As sparks flew and the robot fell down, the light in its robotic eyes going out, Rebecca was well pleased with what she had done. METAs were vile machines, designed to hurt mutants simply for being mutants in her book. She gracefully exited, reforming herself on a dry patch of snow, first appearing to be the outline of a woman, then taking full form of her beautiful self.
The little robot-mutant was approaching her, seemingly more relaxed, though she was staring at her feet and mumbling with her words shyly. "Looks like you got yourself in a bit of a scrape there" Rebecca said nicely. "Glad I could help a fellow mutant out" she smiled as she put out a hand. "I'm Rebecca".
She noticed the man that had sent the wind after the META "Sorry I couldn't stop it from firing in time" she called over to him. "I hope y'all were OK". Hopefully there weren't any more to deal with, she could deal with more but it would be tiring work.
She had to be kidding right? Chaos? Senseless killing? All whilst never questioning this whiny teen who was presumably her superior? What was with the picnics? This "organisation" probably wasn't worth Rebecca's time, at least not the way Valkyrie was pitching it. Whoever was her superior needed to get a tighter leash on her. She wasn't going to join that! But how to play this? Well...this one seemed to like the theatrical...
While she was reading out the rest of the stupid initiation ceremony Rebecca let as much of her body turn into sand As she was covered by the cult cloak and the candlelight, it was near impossible to see until it was too late to react. She let out a little laugh, now a howling wind as she left an empty cloak to land on the floor harmlessly with a dull *thud*.
She began to fly around the room, letting her winds blow each and every candle candle out, it wouldn't be much fun for the teen, but hey, she had no time for being "edgy"... She was laughing again, further resulting in more howling, until she saw something that made her pause. Was that smoke coming from her discarded cloak?
Rebecca let Jorge head back to his room, keeping a reasonably wide berth from him, just to be safe. Upon hearing her question, he turned his face towards her. Rebecca couldn't help but feel 10 years old again, the lowering of his voice only contributed to the general sense that this man was very, very powerful, even if he was remaining quiet. Sand moved quietly too, didn't stop her slaughtering that cabal of Church of Humanity acolytes.
This man could part the seas of an ocean when at a reasonable level of strength? Rebecca took a polite step away from him at that. Her mind was suddenly racing again. She couldn't afford to get on the bad side of this guy. "That is...impressive, or scary, b-but kinda both" she said nervously. Jorge if he felt like it would be able to cause her immense pain, and probably kill her for good measure. Even if he wasn't very strong at the moment, it wouldn't be long before he was truly the stuff of nightmares for her. Rebecca couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he left the scene.
The nurse turned to her, seemingly in a more friendly way. Asking why she was in the Hospital. She couldn't help but look at the floor, Catherine's issues weren't for discussion with random people, even if she was a nurse. "A friend of mine...needed my help getting to hospital...She's in a trauma ward I think. I had to leave her, and got lost." This was what had happened, even if she had taken the long way round, there was something about this particular ward that comforted her, she was after all pretty familiar with these sorts of wards.
"W-what's your name? Have you worked here for long" Rebecca wanted to change the subject, she was nervous at the best of times when discussing these topics, and while blood was something she was used to seeing (she'd killed before after all), killing bad guys was a whole lot different to a friend struggling with depression. She looked up at the nurse, smiling as best she could. It had been a very rough night.
Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Jan 30, 2017 13:19:25 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jul 16, 2020 5:50:04 GMT -6
Rebecca launched herself into the fray as she saw a strong wind knock back the META bot. She wasn't sure how having sands in the circuitry would effect the thing, but it was worth a try. The sand closed quickly, a bizarre stream of brown in an otherwise snow white scene. There weren't many holes in such a Robot. But everything had a knook and cranny of some kind.
It would take a while to get to the right place, she engulfed the META bot, quickly finding every orafice that she could enter and searching out the gears within it. Hopefully whoever had sent that strong wind knew well enough to be careful with exactly what he did this time. It would likely get a shot off before Rebecca found the way to deactivate it.
Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Jan 30, 2017 13:13:48 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jul 16, 2020 5:50:04 GMT -6
Rebecca smiled gratefully at the nurse. This was pretty rude, highly unorthodox behavior. She could see the distaste in her face. She wasn't going to hurt this man, she just wanted to...understand somehow? Was it that? Understand? She at least understood why the nurse stayed in the room, that was probably as close to protocol as she could get without ousting Rebecca from the room. She couldn't say for sure what her motivations were... But she felt relief as the man nodded in understanding about her fear of water.
"N-nice to meet you Jorge...I-I've been like this pretty much since birth." She said quietly, childishly. This was no bogeyman come to douse her in water, not even her brother waiting with a bucket of water balanced on the door. This was just a middle-aged man with soaked trousers. She laughed at his wise-crack about cold water.
"For me, it's agony in my sand form." She said to the man called Jorge. "I can bathe, drink, but I need to be super careful as I can't sleep in human form." Maybe it would help him to talk about these issues with someone who understood? She needed to spend more time with this guy, fears needed to be conquered.
"And of course, I'm not going to stop you, I'd want to change straight away were I in your shoes." Another question came to her, this one widening her eyes with the fear of speculation. " How much could you do when you were... *ahem* at your strongest?" Something told her that he didn't limit himself to just cubes of water back then.
Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Jan 28, 2017 16:52:24 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jul 16, 2020 5:50:04 GMT -6
The nurse wanted her to leave. Great, now she was breaking the rules AND being an anti-mutant bigot at the same time? That may have been it, the way she'd reacted would have been typical of what the nurse had seen surely? In fairness she was here without full permission, and it was only because she couldn't remember the way to the exit that she'd bothered to explore. She was a little to focused on Catherine at that moment in time. She looked into the Nurses' stern face with sincerity.
"I'm sorry...I got lost after staying with someone...couldn't find the exit. I've been in this kind of ward before... as a patient...thought it might help me find my way around and have a little explore of the hospital while I was finding it."
She looked at the smiling man. He was trying to be as friendly as he could. She tried to smile back. It wasn't going to be easy though, considering his power. Poor guy...he looked like his whole world had come tumbling down. The near pathetic sight of him, looking like an old man in a hospital in need of assistance , was oddly calming to her. He wasn't able to hurt her even if he wanted to. "I know what it's like to have to regain control of your body..." she let her hand disassemble into sand, then reformed it in a swift motion.
"I don't like wind and I really dislike water...that's what I was scared of...not you being a mutant...well not for the reason you probably thought I was anyway."
She took a few tentative steps towards the man, very slowly, as if she didn't want to startle him. "I-I'm Rebecca...What's your name? When did you get those...powers?" This was totally inappropriate and she knew it. But she couldn't let this get away from her. She had to face her fear. She was in no danger, and she doubted the nurse could stop her.
"I need to do this..." she turned to the Nurse with this statement. "You understand don't you?" She was probably going to be shunted out at the next available opportunity, but this was certainly worth a shot. This wasn't going to cure her fear of water...but maybe it could help somehow.
Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Jan 27, 2017 12:49:54 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jul 16, 2020 5:50:04 GMT -6
It was always hard when you were taking a friend to A&E. Still worse when they call you on the phone, at 2 am in the morning needing to get to hospital. She had arrived there, finding Catherine barely conscious, and a blood stained knife on the floor. The city could be so lonely sometimes. Then a mad panic for the phone, calling 911, giving the details of the address. Somebody HAD to go with her...
One ambulance ride later and Rebecca had been left to her own devices after falling asleep at the hospital. Waking to find Catherine asleep, freshly bandaged again, with her parents contacted, she decided to go for an explore. She'd visit Catherine again when she was awake, needless to say her parents would handle it better than she could.
Now she was in a ward marked "Physical rehabilitation", she'd needed to do this more than once, gradually reassembling herself after one rogue wind blew her away. That wasn't fun. Some mutants had it easy when their powers went wrong...she really did not.
Looking threw the doors you could see the usual patients you could expect to find on these wards, people getting used to wheelchairs or synthetic limbs etc. Rebecca let them keep their privacy as much as she could, only giving the occasional glance. She then froze as she glanced into the next room.
Water... and it wasn't acting the way it should. It was hovering in the air...she started breathing heavily in spite of herself. Water did not fly. Water did not fly. She jumped as the near cubicle shape splashed to the floor. She let out a whimpered squeak , like a frightened schoolgirl.
She looked further into the room. There was a nurse standing with her back to Rebecca, it didn't look like she was the one responsible for...that thing. But the answer to that question was provided quickly.
>> "Heh... might have done a tad more than I should have"
A gruff-looking man was bracing himself on one of the pieces of gym equipment. Rebecca squeaked again at the sight of him. Part of her wanted to run away at the quickest possible pace, but somehow her pride or her empathy kept her from doing that. She wasn't about to run away from a man who looked like he was recovering from something pretty major, no matter how much his powers disconcerted her.
"Was it you that was doing that?" She said to the man. She felt like a child again, confronted with her bogeyman that her brother used to scare her with on halloween nights. Only this time it wasn't going to go away when she woke up from the nightmare. She began trembling slightly in spite of herself...this was only going to get more embarrassing.
Rebecca remained silent as she accepted the cloak. She carefully put it on and tried to look sombre. Valkyrie was obviously trying for a specific feel to the "scene" and Rebecca didn't want to mess it up for her. That said, if she suddenly broke into Latin and started playing about with a knife, then Rebecca would be gone.
The cloak was at least comfortable, and Rebecca was used to standing still. It was a weird feeling, playing some kind of game with a winged mutant again. Still, Bethany had never been into this kind of edgy gothic stuff. OK, she thought. We'll play your game. Now what are the rules? She remained standing where she was, waiting for Valkyrie to get going.
Rebecca smiled genuinely at the compliments to her mittens. While not exactly fashionable, it was nice to get complements about them. One guy at her university had termed them "adorable", she still got a message from him occasionally... Such a shame he was married now, missed opportunities and all that. "Thanks, they've done quite well for me over the years. Most people laugh at them."
As they kept walking Elliot asked about Utopia "I haven't personally, though I'm told it's definitely a sight to see, they've put a lot of effort into it. I just hope it's all that we dreamed for. There have been so many disappointments for our kind." She couldn't help but stick on a poignant tone to the conversation, there had been many before Utopia, and there would be many after.
The men had started following the two of them out, they had rather nice overcoats on. Rebecca needed a new one. She leaned in to the alien mutant and whispered "so how are we going to deal with those guys? Do you have somewhere in mind?" There were plenty of back alleys about in the area, but maybe Elliot had somewhere better to conduct a fight?
A walk in the park in her winter clothing...most of the time this worked quite nicely for Rebecca, her treasured mouse-mittens and owl wooly hat had been long standing companions in the cold winter months in York. She remembered fondly the mochas she had in the many cafes that had strewn the city. It helped that most of the water around was frozen of course, so if she needed to transform, it wouldn't be a problem, at least not for a short amount of time. She watched the vapour on her breath as she sighed at her own mental reminiscing. Good times. No worries about work, just time with a good old book about Stalin or whatnot.
Still, it was rather peaceful-a few children having a snowball fight, a few elderly people having walks along the gritted path, even the odd pairing of young people wrapping round each other , keeping warm in the winters chill. Lucky for them she supposed. It had been a long time since she had felt that kind of warmth. Bethany did so love the snow...
The hideously formal-synthetic noise of a META Bot crashed through her memory like a rock through glass, its almost mockingly British "butler" accent would have made her cringe, if the situation wasn't so serious. She heard the clang of metal upon pavement and quickly searched for the noise.
What looked like a smaller robotic cousin was currently trying to get back up having slipped or something, while the META bot aimed its gun at it. The oddly feminine features of the smaller robot , and the obvious fear expressed made Rebecca realise it was probably some kind of fellow mutant. Normal robots don't flinch at a gun aimed at them.
Time to act it seems. Rebecca thought as she began to make her transformation into sand. Public property would recover from the damage, a mutant life was worth far more. Hopefully she wouldn't be too late.
This girl wasn't able to think through her plans very well was she? Now she wanted to take her to an address after she'd done some preparation? Wow...just... wow. The girl looked hurried, and promptly gave Rebecca a note, which she took. "If you're sure, I'll let you get on." Going home would honestly be somewhat of a relief, it wasn't too far from here.
As Valkyrie promptly disappeared, that just left the somewhat ruined bar. She turned to the bar tender who had now got the paint out of his eyes. "Right Steve, I'm going to need you to call the police, I'm sure I don't need to worry about any issues with someone identifying me? It would be very sad indeed if the security footage for the last hour was seen. It would probably traumatise those cops..." Steve nodded in understanding. "Also, I'm sorry about the damage. Insurance will probably cover it though..." most places now had insurance against mutant damages, what with the destruction being wrought by people like that black angel.
As far as the cops knew, it was just an angel that had started killing, anyone who was in the bar before the attack had run away before she'd taken her human form again. No risk to her job at Jaager. A simple panicked 911 call from the bar phone would eventually lead the police to a trail of corpses, sliced and suffocated, with an all too familiar symbol gratified on the bar.
The distorted sound of police sirens passed Rebecca as she went home. Whatever "Valkyrie" had planned, it wouldn't hurt to get there a little early. All the better for a stylish entrance.
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An old burned building -how quaint! She wasn't sure of the History of the building, but somehow Rebecca doubted that the fire was accidental, for an edgy teen like Valkyrie, that wouldn't be showy enough. The address that she had given her was on the 3rd floor if Rebecca had the numbers right. Walking would be boring, it was time to fly. She'd had the common sense to change of course, into her classically Church-girl type look, very woolen, very warm, very covered. Hopefully the angel would like it.
She shifted into her sand form, breezing through the first and second floors, flying down the third floor corridors until she reached the correct door. The fire had left a considerable char on the whole building, Rebecca couldn't help but wonder if it was structurally safe. Not a problem for her, but for Valkyrie's skill set? It could prove problematic.
The wooden door of the room was charred from the outside, a partly melted iron metal number 13 completed the look, the door was cracked in many places. Rebecca was quite frankly amazed that it had stayed on its hinges. Most of the time that didn't happen.
There were plenty of cracks in the door, Rebecca would have grinned if she was in her human form. She slipped through its many cracks, the majority of her going under the door still, it was after all the easiest part to get through.
Candles? And there was somebody in a cloak in the middle of the room. The candles had been meticulously arranged, she would give Valkyrie credit for that. Rebecca was pretty sure that if she was in human form, the dim light of the candles would make it pretty difficult to see. She hovered into the center of the room. The candle flames shuddered with her movement as, if the fellow mutant was attentive, she'd know Rebecca was here. Rebecca promptly assembled in order to speak.
"Valkyrie? I'm on time as you asked, what do you have planned?" Straight and to the point. Businesslike. No need to mess around with the rather foreboding atmosphere. It was just such a shame that nobody would have seen that rather cool entrance Rebecca thought, it would have been quite impressive in a movie.
Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Jan 12, 2017 10:06:50 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jul 16, 2020 5:50:04 GMT -6
So she was expecting Ragnorok to teach HER things? Well that was possible, though she doubted this plain infantile mutant would be able to do that. Rebecca raised an eyebrow at her bluster "I'm sure I am, I just want to find out more about it before committing, surely there's some kind of vetting you do..."
Valkyrie appeared to get an idea then, you could see the lightbulb switch on. Rebecca wondered how often that happened. She wanted her to do something important. Well, so long as it meant finding more about this organisation, she didn't see the harm. She didn't like the final sentence's tone. "I'll come with you, but please don't threaten me, it does you no favors." Yes, she was well aware that this woman could stab her at a moments notice-even though the Krav would probably help with getting out of the way. But she figured agreeing to go along with her plan would reduce the chances of violent confrontation.
The woman after all was just a winged mutant with some crystal abilities, that wouldn't mean much against sand. "So do we need to get there fast or slow?-because I'll need you to carry my purse if you'd prefer my other form. I can't transform my um, belongings,"She frowned at this admission, one day maybe she would be stronger " and I figure an unattended purse being pushed along by a wind on a main road would draw too much unecessary attention"
He had a pleasant smile, she thought as the alien mutant finished his drink. Rebecca stood up quickly in response to Eliott's cues. Good, she didn't have to pay for the last drink it seemed. He was a true gent. Rebecca headed towards the doors, letting Eliott lead the way, after all, those suits looked like they were the type to hit a man from behind if they got the chance.
The cold of the winter's air became obvious as they left the bar, a light blanket of snow was forming on her exposed skin. Not a good idea. Cold. Water. She would have to be pretty quick. At least she wasn't immersed. Hurriedly, Rebecca began fiddling around in her large purse. It needed to be practical, no point in having a simple coin purse usually, unless you were really in a rush. She took a nice, woollen, conservative cardigan out, and quickly put it on. Next was a matching hat and mittens. All had distinct animal motifs, and she couldn't help but smile nostalgically at the mouse mittens. A little bit of childhood fancy never hurt anyone. She couldn't help but blush slightly of what Eliot might think of them.
"With the snow and ice around, I thought it best to put a few warmer things on..." she said, almost attempting to distance herself from what must have seemed quite immature clothing. "They're comfortable..." she turned even more scarlet if that was possible. He was probably going to laugh at her. That's what men normally did when they saw her "winter dress".
She really expected her to act out of pure self-interest? Well, only when it was pertinent was Rebecca's motto. Graffiting the bar helped absolutely no-one. Her guess was that "Ragnorok" found Valkyrie a headache, such organisations preferred chaos that they could take credit for , but for their members (who weren't dead) to be above suspicion. Now all she'd done was vandalise a bar (who wasn't even anti-mutant) and not helped her cause at all. Slaughtering a bunch of human supremacists was an effective message, this was just tacky.
Rebecca laughed at the remark on destruction and the need for everyone to die, perhaps too patronizingly "Destruction is all very well when it has a goal, but you need something to build from. Killing and damaging stuff when it's not in your way is just...unnecessary." Clearly this girl was a bit snotty about being small-fry in her organisation (or that was Rebecca's guess). She could learn a thing or to about subtlety.
Then she sprayed paint into the bar tenders eyes...poor Steve. He always got the back-end of whenever someone was drunk or angry enough to be simply mean. Just another fellow mutant trying to make a living. Hopefully he wasn't hurt, Rebecca was hoping to come back to this bar.
Rebecca rolled her eyes at the winged mutant's actions She was just an angsty teen, but she could take her to someone more serious. She didn't react to the filthy look on the girl's face. She really was pathetic. "If you want to build a new world, you're going to need people who think...strategically. I can show you a thing or two about that."
She quickly walked up to her, showing that she was not intimidated in the slightest. "Now, is there someone who can tell me more about this "New world" you are planning?" It had slowly dawned on Rebecca that this woman's English wasn't brilliant, and perhaps a better explanation of what Ragnorok's goals were was in order.
