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.
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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.
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Well, it was a pretty fair question, deserved an honest answer. "Yes and no. At that time they were part of the British Empire so they certainly had some hand in the events of that time, but there was never any slaves kept in Scotland itself. In fact there were no slaves in Britain, thanks to some old laws. 'No man who sets foot on English soil can be a slave'." Old words and a very strange law lead to some serious reforms. "It's part of why Britain was so prominent in ending the slave trade, even if their involvement before was horrendous."
Oh my the lad was flustered! That was adorable, reminded him of Devon the day they'd met. The Scot was apparently more blunt spoken than his usual friends and it made for some fun verbal sparring. "I know, people keep telling me I don't come across like that, whatever that means, but that's the way of it." He was trying to suppress the laughter but it kept bubbling up between sentences.
Artair chose to get his chuckling back into order rather than comment, but it good Derek had plans. Clearly he had something he wanted to do with his life. Wasn't above fun along the way too.
Stepping out the cab, he immediately was on edge with what Derek said. "Well that cannae be good, see if you can get anything out of them, I'll keep an eye out." Upset animals was always a bad sign, like earthquake natural disaster bad.
Glancing around, he kept getting a weird feeling every time he looked into the park. What the hell was going on?
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Awesome! They always needed more help around the base, and with helping people in general so another person willing to stand with them and offer a hand was a god send. It might be sad what happened to her and to the others, but if Aura could use it to push her to help the ones still trapped that was good, right? Something positive from something dark.
Finally, someone understood her and what it was like to only be able to use your skills to fight. She loved her other X's but sometimes it felt like she couldn't relate to them. Then in comes Aura, who not only understood her, her power was freaking awesome and beautiful and like hers! "That's amazing! Its so fluid and quick. What does it feel like when its all over your body?" Was it hot or cold? Did it feel wet? They were all very important questions, she just had to know these things.
"Thats so cool! We seem to have similar approaches with different methods. Mine have general energy upkeep, but they don't take more as they get hit. Makes them very good in short intense fights, or if I combine them with actual weapons I can wear people down over a longer period." Since she'd gotten her knives special made, her versatility had gone through the roof. She didn't have to rely on her power in fights after all.
"I.....I honestly can't say I understand how you feel, or that I know what it's like to lose to so much, but I'm here if you want to talk. We're your family now, don't ever feel like you can't come to us if you need help." It was, horrible. How could a group do that to someone. Not just kidnap them but strip them of everything they were. "And if you ever need a hug, I am more than accommodating." Looking her in the eyes, "Seriously, hugs are my thing and I can do them well. You don't even need to ask." OK girl, coming on a bit strong with the hug obsession. Hope she's understanding. And huggable.
"Well, if you can't remember your name, would you like to find a new one? It's not often you get to decide what people call you."
Hmm, how long had it been? Counting it up, dear God she'd been with them longer than she thought. "I've been on the team for more than 4 years, so there's a bit of a gap between me the next newest. Mostly spent that time training like a mad woman." Becca was a harsh trainer, but it had saved her life more than once.
"Now that you're free, is there anything you want to do, places you want to go? Maybe junk food you'd like to try?"
It had been a loooooong day for Cait. An unusually early morning thanks to the kids screaming next door, duties at the base and an evening performance had left her pretty drained. the one solace she had, was a nice long sleep in her wonderfully soft bed.
Of course something had to go wrong. Or more accurately something went Raine.
The sudden crash into her room kicked all her training into gear before she could register a threat. Three shimmering knives sprang into life while she rolled off the bed, a fourth and fifth knife joining the others. All of them wee poised over the figure on the ground before her brain even had a chance to clock who it was.
"Okay, I don't know who yo.......Raine?" What? Why was Raine dressed in her uniform, on her floor?
Offering a hand to her friend, rubbing some of the sleep from her eyes, "If this is a dream, my mind has a strange sense of humour. Come on, let me wake up while you try and get the window closed." It didn't look to badly busted, but her land lord would probably still make her pay through the nose for it. he was such a miser, she'd only throwing a knife through a wall once. Okay twice but still.
Splashing some water in her face and grabbing a glass of water she turned back to her fellow X-Man. "I know we're friends, but don't you think breaking in just to see little old me is a bit much," she asked in a joking tone, before putting on large hurt eyes, "Unless you're trying to take the resident stalker title from me?"
What could she say, she got whimsical after a late night shot of adrenaline.
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Cait was decidedly not a morning person, having dragged herself out of bed super early and near crawled into the shower in an effort to wake up. Only the fear of drowning stopped her falling asleep during it, but it did work, mostly. She was at least functional after cleaning herself and changed into a plain black sports bra and matching thigh length leggings. One thing she really did like about leggings, they showed off her best feature.
The only saving grace about today, she was working out with Rianne! So not only was the woman funny and smart and a great singer, she had build of a Greek goddess and Cait was getting to learn her ways. It was hard to not bounce up and down in excitement.
Throwing a few useful things into a gym bag, along with a change of clothes she was out the door and on her way. Only a couple of bus journeys, one creep punched and a quick walk and she was there, all the excitement finally killing the last of her sleepiness.
Spotting a familiar figure on one the benches, she walked up quietly and waved, forgoing subtly. "Morning Rianne! So excited for this, I don't have many gym buddies as experienced as you. It's going to be so cool." Yeah, she wasn't a morning person, but she was a person person, and just seeing a friend charged all her batteries to eleven.
"So how does this gym work. Will I need a day pass to use the place?"
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"French it is then. One of my favourite places to go when I was growing up." Up until the incident they'd gone every summer and it had been great, just him and his dad, exploring the french countryside. Not every memory he had were bad ones. "I appreciate that Xavia, but if I'm getting a vegetarian option its because I want one. In my experience some of the best options on a menu are meatless." It was nice she was trying to reassure him, but he wasn't so insecure that the idea of not eating meat offended him. That and he'd been craving that french style stew for days now.
He very nearly missed a step when she smiled at him, it was just so warm and genuine. Seemed really unnatural that it was aimed at him of all people but it really light her face up, made her look younger, somehow. It was good though, she suited a smile, far more than the pained or sad faces he'd seen more of in his last meetings with her. Artair could feel his own smile grow involuntarily, that slightly crooked look that made his eyes sparkle.
Once they reached the taxi, he moved to hold to door open for her and offer a hand if she needed the help climbing in in heels. He knew some people didn't like it when he did this, especially at the uni, but it was pretty much reactive at this point. Good manners had been drilled into him from a young age, so if holding doors open for people got him the occasional accusations of sexism, it was a price he could live with. "After you Xavia. Our carriage awaits," he added jokingly, "the place is only about five to ten minutes away, plenty of time to get bored of me on the way." Finishing with a grin, laughter glinting in his dark eyes.
"Aye, unfortunately most of human history is one group strong arming another. The US is just one of the more recent examples." While his own history was marred with constant fighting with the English and glorious moments of freedom, it was easy to forget their role in the colonial events. Hard to not the effects though, now that he was in America.
That would do it, sounds like a pretty rough way to be forced to move. But at least the mansion as a good place, free from a lot of prejudices around. "I know how you feel. Back home being openly bi was bad enough for the town, there'd have been hell if they knew I was a mutant." Rural places were lovely and sweet, but they were also usually pretty backwards on equality issues. Didn't stop him loving the place, it'd always be home.
"I'm here for uni. I'm a student up at NYU studying medicine. Needed to get away from home, too many memories, so I came here." Grinning at Derek, "Turned out pretty well though. After all, if I'd stayed back home how would I have met Snow White, in the flesh?"
Looking back out the window, they were here. "Ready lad? Boots on the ground time."
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Cait gave the woman a quick once over, taking in her appearance and form more than a few thoughts. She was pretty and shorter than she'd imagined for some reason. And she was more generously proportioned than Cait was because of course every woman in this place had to be bigger than her, nevermind the teenage neuroses!
"We'd have done it for anyone, don't worry about it. And it's lovely to meet you, it's so cool we have another X again!" The last one had been Raine and well, Raine was awesome. By that logic, Aura was going to be just as fun.
She did get a bit distracted by the thin blue light around her, it was so beautiful but it gave her the creeps for some reason. Like it was dangerous. "Hmmm? Sorry, got lost in thought there." What could she do? Other than fighting she didn't really have much else to offer the X's. "I can make weapons, knives mostly, in the air, like this." Holding out a hand she pulled a small shimmering dagger out and set it spinning idly in the air.
"With that, the combat training and stealth training I'm pretty much only good for fighting or sneaking." Boy could she sneak though and while she might not be a genius, she was pretty good at tracking people, following their movements and coordinating where they've been and where they'll be. "What about you, what can you do?" Better question, does it hurt if you get hugged...
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Clenching his teeth as the other red head cuffed him and her friends started tending to his would be attacker, he got a laugh over how much the guy was screaming about his hand. Some people should not be thugs, if they can't take pain.
"I'd rather stand but I have the feeling I'm not being given an option am I?" Cops didn't tend to follow the actual rules anyway, so why should he make it easy. Pretty much every one he'd met had been on a power trip.
Standing up slowly and taking a deep breath, he flex his hands experimental. Good movement, the cuffs weren't tight enough to do damage at least. At least she wasn't spiteful, unlike him.
Moving over to the curb he fixed her with a look. "Unless you can cite to law or code I'd be breaking by staying on my feet, I'm not sitting. Bad enough you put the victims in cuff, I'm not having you standing over me in some kind of power move."
He was acting like an a---, so sue him. He'd been attacked for helping a guy out and he was the one in cuffs with a gun leveled at him.
Swearing a few times in Gaelic, he considered, for a second at least, stonewalling the woman and getting a lawyer in when she dragged him down to the station, but that seemed like way more hassle than it was worth.
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Well, this was not something he thought he'd be doing when he'd moved here, telling his most painful memories to a girl. A girl who'd gotten shot on his watch, while he was happily beating thugs in a red misted haze. So he just opened up to her, explained everything that had happened, from the moment he'd woken up in the hospital to the long painful recovery he went through. He went through all of it hoping maybe a little bit would get through to her.
"When I say I understand lass, I'm not being nice or caring, I'm saying it because I understand." He was probably one of the few people who could really say that to Kendra at the moment. Near death experiences changed a person and almost always, it wasn't for the better. That dread, that fear sank in, affected the way you saw the world, how you interacted with it. Worse still, when you lived with it for too long, even the fear was pointless, until the only thing left was numbness, blanketing everything. Christ the only way he'd survived it so long was the anger. It kept him lucid, focused at times. It held him together at this point. The only price was when it broke free.
looking her over, it just wasn't reaching her, it was like she was just a shell. It was so damn frustrating! Hardening his voice, staring straight through her, he began again. "Lass, if you're not going to give me anything, not going to even try, I cannae do anything. Aye, you went through something pretty s---, but damnit lass pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start moving forward! If you want to help people, really want to make a difference do you think you'll do it sitting here feeling sorry for yourself!"
She was just so damn childish. Everything was a fight with her, every meeting was him getting annoyed at her. Kendra or Daydream, whatever the hell she called herself, she needed to grow up.
Moving over to her and kneeling down to eye level, her fixed with a no nonsense look. "You don't want my help? Fine, you look me in the eye and tell me that everything's fine, that this experience hasn't fundamentally shifted who you are. You do that and I'll go. But if you lie lass, we're done."
Threaten her might work where everything else had failed. If not, if she still pushed him away, she wasn't his problem at that point. He'd tried.
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When the door opened he was, shocked actually. True, she hadn't looked bad on their previous encounters but now? She was dressed up. It was pretty breath taking and it was hard to not give her a quick once over, taking in her overall appearance. Also hard to miss the little figure staring at him from behind Xavia. Didn't take much to guess this was her daughter. Bonnie lass, she must take after her mother.
"Evenin' lass." he started, following her in and taking a good look around the place. "Take your time, we're no in a rush." Smiling at the sheer volume of plants, he couldn't help but be infected by the happiness here. It like he'd gone home. It had that strange warmth a lot of rural homes did. His muscles relaxed, easing away some of his nervousness, reassuring him that today was just a date, not something to be worked up over. He just needed to keep telling himself that. The lingering smell of roses and the curious looks he was getting from the wee lassie didn't help matters though.
Glancing around it was hard not to see interesting things, all the little tell tale bits of a lived in family home. Including a particularly nice picture of Xavia, but blonde? Nice, but he wouldn't be a good Scot if he didn't prefer the red. It was weird though, she was obviously younger in the picture but she was virtually unchanged. If she hadn't aged much since then, how long could she live for? And was it something to do with her mutation?
Once she'd retrieved her purse and announced she was ready to go, "Great, I've got a cab waiting downstairs so we don't have much walking to do." This close the smell was strong and pretty hard to ignore, but once again polite British training kicked in, making him miss whatever noise she made. Holding the door and giving her enough to say farewells, himself giving the older woman a polite nod and waggling his eyebrows at the wee lass, they were on their way.
"How do you feel about French food Xavia? I know a nice little place not too far from here that does a killer ratatouille." It was always hard to argue with gorgeous stewed veg in a tomato sauce, even for a meat lover like himself. Good food was good food and vegetarian options were nothing to sniff at. "Unless you'd prefer something more interesting like Chinese or Thai?"
He just snorted at the comment, but it was a fair point. Maybe he should ask around Haven, see if he could get some equipment through them. After all, he might not be fully in the know, but he had his suspicions abut just how big the more, illicit, side of the picture. Yeah, he not be asking questions right now but he wasn't an eejit.
God Derek knew just how to stroke his ego. "Aye, more than one bar trip's ended well thanks to the voice. Does wonders over here." Back home, well it was just how they talked. He had to rely on his personality and god knows his wasn't the best out there.
"The dirty little secret is, they're not. At least not much. The Gaels came across from Ireland in the early medieval times. Settled down and kind of over took the locals." Not much left of the Picts, which was sad really, just a few bones and some carved stones. "All we've left of the Picts is this," he held his ring up to show the script wrapped around it, "comes from the Ogham stones."
"The rest of the culture differences came about after that. Our sheer blinded stubbornness is probably left over from having to deal with the sassanachs."
They were nearly there, the park coming into view, now just a straight shot road of New York traffic. Yay. Turning back to his companion, he kept up the round of questions, "Why'd you move here then, to New York?" It was always the big one.
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Well, Artair had said he wanted a date so he really shouldn't be surprised when the day it was actually happening came around and he had to fish out some of his more 'fancy' clothes. He wasn't one who tend to wear anything overly expensive or fashionable, tending to prefer nice simple and comfortable options. Christ, the nicest thing he owned was a kilt, which wasn't exactly first date wear. Instead he opted for for something presentable, a nice pair of well made black jeans, a dark blue shirt and a black blazer. He had forgone the tie, he'd always hated them and with some recent memories resurfacing, something that tight around his neck was insufferable.
So here he was, clean shaven and all dressed up getting out of his cab. Paying the guy and asking him to stick around, he looked up at the building. Pretty nice place, not bad for a small family. Smiling, he guessed that was probably one of Xavia major concerns about the place.
Taking a deep breath, he wasn't sure what he was expecting, bu maybe all he needed was to have nice time, no promises or commitments. It was only a first date after all, the one you tended to use to gauge if you had chemistry. Or in this case, hopefully they could get through an interaction without Xavia getting hurt in one way or another.
Knocking on the door and catching his ring in the process he'd completely forgot he'd been wearing it. Could do with a polish actually, it was starting to look as beat up as he was.
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They had a new member and she'd not met them yet? This just wouldn't do! After all, how could she keep and accurate hug book when there were people missing from it? These things were very important, to her at least and it had to be fixed right away. Bijou, the beautiful little angel that she was, could wait.
Cait didn't really know much about their newest teammate, other than she was rescued in the mission not too long ago. God she wished now she'd been on that team now, helping people escape that hell hole and make a better life away from Super. God they kept coming up more and more these days and she more lost than ever on what to do. How did you hug a shadowy government group into submission? It just wasn't possible was it.
Moving towards the room and pausing a the door, did the woman really want to see her right now? Well, most people wanted to see her when they were low, in fairness even the grumps. Becca might grumble about her cheeriness but she knew the boss had a secret soft spot for her strays. No, if the new girl needed someone to talk too, she was here for her. If she needed someone to shout and scream at, or even just a good old fashioned bear hug!
Knocking lightly before pushing it open, she smiled brightly as she enter the room. "Hi there. I'm Cait, one of the other members here." Turn on that Scottish charm, girl. "I heard you're the newest member of our little family."
Artair just grinned at the reactions, pretty sure he'd hit the bullseye. Not that he'd judge, Devon was a damn good looking guy, nice too which helped the whole image. He'd be lying if he said he didn't think the guy was attractive, but at this point, he was more a friend than anything else. Good wingman though, surprisingly.
His own grin broke into full laughter as well, not able to hold it back anymore. Derek was a bad influence on him, making him all happy and funny. Hows a Scot meant to grump effectively with so much cheeriness about? Down right rude of him to be so nice. "Can't say I ever had a proper nickname but that's one hell of a one to start with. And yes I can make bows. Just a bit pointless since I can't fire them more than 30 feet. Unless you've got some arrows stashed away somewhere."
All joking aside he was enjoying his time today, training could have been so boring. Thank god for people with an actual sense of humour and now that he'd relaxed, the lad was a good laugh.
If he'd heard of the place he'd couldn't remember it now, but that wasn't surprising really. America was really big and he was already an outsider anyway. "Got it one lad. Scottish born and breed, from a place called Kirkwall, on Orkney." At heart, he was a small town lad, not really at ease in the cities. "What gave me away? The frankly fantastic accent or the fact that I'm a few shades paler than white?"
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Yeah, parents would always worry, not matter how big and badass their little girl got. In fariness, they'd worry more if they actually knew what she did with her time, running around in costume stopping crimes as a vigilante. That would be a bit harder to justify then being a musician. "Hard to imagine you ever being anyone's little girl, but that does sound familiar. I think I'll always be that wee kid in pigtails to dad."
Cait had trouble believing it was that casual a process and if it was, it was even more unfair. Some women just looked soooo good in anything they put on, she kind of wished she didn't need to put in that much effort. Or she needed Raine to give her some fashion pointers.
Grinning at the motions Rianne made, "I will say, one good benefit of music work is the lack of uniforms. As long as I look half presentable I'm good to go. Don't know if I can actually go back to a job that needs them at this point." So yes, her X-Man outfit could be called a uniform, but that didn't really count right? It was more like, a costume really.
Taking on last long sip of the drink and giving it a good shake, it looked like she needed another and it looked like Rianne could to the same. "Right, next rounds on me! The nights too young to end it here." New friends were as good an excuse as any to get very merry with your drinks. Clearly she had fun, since the rest of the night became a blur from that point on.
At one point she might have made a promise about the gym. Or Jim. Maybe it was John?