The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 5, 2017 14:04:28 GMT -6
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Why was his luck so hit and miss. He either got very lucky, meeting the right person at the right time, or was ending up with drinks in his face and broken ribs. It could be very annoying. Although it did introduce him to some very interesting people, so maybe it wasn't all bad.
He could imagine Jack in a fight and it was not a fight he'd want to be in. She was a pretty impressive size, and anything covered in a hard shell could probably hit like a truck. "Can't say I don't understand, it's basically how I auditioned for Devon's side project. Somehow." That was still strange to him. A simple call for backup had become him enrolling in a not-entirely above board group, complete with bar perks. Which had nothing to do with it. At all.
It did seem really cool though, that something like that had netted her a job at a place, he was starting to understand, that did so much good for people. Well, that and as Jack had put it, kids were awesome. "Must be pretty fulfilling though, being able to work at a place like that."
Well, one of his major stresses was sorted, kind of felt silly how worked up it had gotten him before. "Do have to warn you upfront, Sarah is dangerously curious and hasn't really learnt a filter yet." Smiling, her comments about his accent came back to her. "Our first meeting was spent with her constantly mentioning how strange my voice is, that and how pretty Devon is." That had been very funny.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 5, 2017 12:49:32 GMT -6
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Panting, his heart hammering in his chest, he didn't really register Xavia calling out to him. It had felt so real, like he was back there again. It had been years since he'd even had a nightmare, why the hell had this one been so life like? And why had it been that particular one.
Taking a few deep, shaky breaths and forcing his hands to stop trembling he looked up at the woman in the door way. "S--- sorry, bad dream. Well, bad nightmare more like it, just gave me a wee shock." Maybe bringing up those memories by talking to her had done this, put the idea in the back of his head which had been more than happy to torment him with it.
Clutching the front of his shirt, the dull throbbing was starting to fade again, leaving a familiar dull ache. "After that, I don't think I'm sleeping," Checking the time, it was maybe another hour before sunrise. "You can get some more sleep if you want, I'll be OK. Just need to distract myself." Although speaking of distractions, his shouting must have startled her enough to not put her skirt back on. Taking a more joking tone, "Not that I'm complaining about the pretty, half dressed lass in my front room but you look like you need it."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 4, 2017 12:02:47 GMT -6
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"Go, seriously. It's just through there," gesturing towards his room, "Get some sleep Xavia, you need it." Him too, but he wasn't the one with burns on his legs. Plus it was his flat, so he got to make the rules. He'd be fine for one night and if the pain got too bad, he was pretty sure he knew where the hospital was.
Sleep came pretty quick, he basically passed out the moment his head touch the arm rest. He didn't even get a chance to pull the blanket over himself. His rest was fitful. He was hot and in pain, his dreams flitted from one nonsense scene to another with nothing to connect any of them together. Apparently though, his brain wasn't finished tormenting him.
He was back on the boat, on that day. Everything was in slow motion, the rain splashing down, his father shouting across the deck at him, the boat up heaving under his feet and the world turning upside down. Rocks rushing up to meet him, Artair came awake screaming.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 4, 2017 8:53:14 GMT -6
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May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
That had been epic. Cait wasn't definitely not going to forget this evening, it was one of the best nights out she'd had in a long time. It's like they were feeding off each others energy, really able to just cut loose and just have fun. God what would working out with her be like? She had a feeling Rianne might push her harder than even Becca or Agnes could, she was just so much fun to hangout with.
"Sounds good. Fair warning though, it will be the sweet, sugary and kick like a horse." For supposedly 'girly' drinks cocktails had of alcohol in them. Picking a pair of very nice drinks she'd had in the past, "I think Mai Tai's will go great after that performance."
Taking her new drink and reveling in the taste, the sweet fruit and glorious rum, she wondered why Rianne was armed even on a night out. Then again, if she could get away with keeping her knives with her she would. To many times she had to fall back on her power and it wasn't exactly subtle.
"So, at the end of the song, couldn't help but notice something, unless you were just pleased to see me." She left her voice light and joking. Cait didn't have an issue with guns and from the sounds of her job, Rianne seemed as good a person as any to have one on them.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 3, 2017 14:52:46 GMT -6
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Khzar
"I was in a really nasty accident as a kid. Needed some pretty significant surgeries after just to live. They kind of left their mark," to emphasise the point, he pulled the neck of his t-shirt down to show the top of the ugly marks near his heart. "A few years of that and I'm left with pain every now and then. not bad enough to stop me functioning but," shrugging he, didn't really need to finish.
Smiling at her, he was already prepared for it anyway, and it's not like he could kick the poor woman out. "Don't worry about it, but if you think I'm not taking the couch with you being injured, you must be joking. You take the bed, I'll be fine out here and you need it more than I do." He wasn't the type to proclaim chivalry and insist on paying for things if a woman offered, but some things he wasn't going to budge on. She was hurt, she got the bed.
"And don't try to argue, I'll not have any of it." Giving her a grin he added, "Doctors orders." Truthfully, he was probably more tired than she was and was ready to drop at any moment. Getting up off the couch might not be an option.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 3, 2017 13:24:07 GMT -6
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Looking up as she came back out, she looked a wee bit worse for wear, not that it should be surprising. Burns, pain and now nausea? Not a fun mix. Bringing the glass over to her as she sat on the sofa, he was a bit surprised by the question. Did he really look that rough? Sure he had slept, well in fairness he hadn't gotten much sleep all that week but surely he looked mostly the same as before?
"About as good as can be expected. Pains flared back, nothing I'm not used to by now." Chronic pain went with the territory when it came to surgery. "Going to make sleep hard to come by again, which is not great since I haven't had a full nights sleep for about a fortnight."
In all of this, with everything this night had thrown at her, she was taking the time to be worried over him? Chuckling to himself a bit, he could help it, it was just so odd to him. "Sorry, just getting struck by daft thoughts. Don't worry about me lass, I've dealt with this long enough to be used to it."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 3, 2017 12:40:24 GMT -6
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Khzar
She was doing everything she could to avoid looking at him. Sitting as far from him and playing every kind of distracting game a person could were all pretty solid signs to him that Kendra was still pretty shaken up. Looking at her, really seeing her for only the second time, she was just a kid. Yeah she might be about the same age as him but her reactions, behaviours, they were all immature. As if she wasn't quite the adult she seemed to be. If he was reading her right, she hadn't had an easy life either.
Smiling at her sadly, at the way she was trying to be flippant. She wasn't fine, worse she was doing everything people in situation shouldn't, even if they usually did. Pushing people away, refusing help and isolating themselves from the world. Strange to see it from the outside though, rather than being at its centre.
Staring at her squirming and hearing her voice, it was so weird. It was like he was looking in a mirror. True, it was a better looking mirror, but there were the signs there, the actions he'd done when he'd been hurt. Maybe she should know, know how well he understood her pain and feelings. Maybe it would help bring her out of the shell she was building around herself. God, who would have guessed all those years ago, all those painful experiences could turn out to be helpful. At least in a way. Artair still struggled with his own demons.
"Why?" It was an easy question so how did it trip him up so much? He couldn't quite explain the choices he'd made that night. Afterwords he'd been trying to deal with the fallout to really think about that. "I suppose its more complicated than one reason. I did it because they needed to be stopped, their victims deserved justice and the cops certainly weren't hurrying to help them. I did it to stop more people having to suffer, to cut out an evil from the city." Shrugging, he barreled on, "Mostly I helped you because at the end of everything, all the violence and blood, it was the right thing to do."
"But there is another big reason I went in after you. If I hadn't, you'd be dead and I knew that. Had i refused, your blood would have been on my hands. You weren't ready for it, that much was b----- obvious and someone had to be there and have your back." Thank god he'd read her well enough for that much. If he'd been in a worse mood, or if his conscience had been quieter they wouldn't be sitting having this conversation. "I had a feeling you were too nice, too naive to know when some piece of scum was playing you." Gesturing to the arm, "I'm guessing that's how that happened."
"It's a fair thing to want to know, so here's my response. Why did you go in Kendra? Why go in knowing you weren't ready for it?" He was still speaking softly, more to control his own emotions than anything else. Artair needed an answer though, had to know what had pushed her to act. At the end of the day, if she was their for the right reasons, she'd have done a good thing. A stupid, selfish thing, but a good one.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 3, 2017 10:42:40 GMT -6
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Artair wasn't sure where this was going, as Jack silently pulled out a sharpie and, was that a card case? Wait, was she giving him her number. He wasn't exactly complaining but that seemed a little out of the blue, or was he missing something here?
He was missing something here. She was offering to help him set everything up for Sarah. That was kind of amazing, given that he was a stranger to her. "That's a really generous offer. Thanks, genuinely. I know this will mean a lot to Sarah." As bad as his studying had been going, this was proving to be a pretty good visit to Inferno. Way better than his last one at the very least.
Taking the card and placing it securely in his wallet, he returned his attention back her. She was pretty remarkable looking, and nice too considering what she'd just done for him. He couldn't help but wonder why she was helping him.
"How'd you come to work at the Mansion, if you don't mind me asking?" He was already curious about Jack before, now he was very interested in her, given her helping him out.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 3, 2017 9:08:36 GMT -6
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Khzar
A voice startled him awake. Damn, had he really dozed off, sitting up while staring at a screen? The headache suggest that yes, he had. Rubbing the grit from his eyes and sourly checking the time, he must have had maybe an hours sleep, if that.
The voice interrupted his grumpy thoughts again however and his reply was instinctual from too many nights having to take care of drunk friends. "Turn left out of the living room, it's the door right in front of you!" He shouted in reply, hoping Xavia would get there in time. If someone was shouting for the bathroom, it usually meant they were about to throw up and he not need to deal with that right now.
A dull throb in his chest forced him up and into the main room. Great. With the lack of sleep and minor stress of the day his pain was flaring up. That was always fun. Taking some of the stronger pain killers he had, and drawing a glass of water for Xavia for when she emerged from the bathroom, Artair was wondering if she'd really be OK to get home tonight at all. Sighing, he really hoped so, because otherwise he'd be sleeping on the sofa again.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 2, 2017 13:48:18 GMT -6
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OK, she might be strong, but when Rianne jumped on her, it very nearly made her crumble. They were pretty much the same size, but Christ she must be well built. Spinning and continuing to sing "I'm the one that you want," Cait was so glad this wasn't going to take long. It didn't help that, from the feel of it, her new cop friend was armed. It dug in at just the wrong place too.
Letting Rianne down and taking a theatrical bow to the audience, she followed the bouncy officer off the stage. "I couldn't agree more, that was the best song I've done in a while." She had always just watched musicals, and barring the 'performances' she and her friends put on when they gathered for a girls night in with some movies, this was the first time she'd actually done the songs for a crowd. It was pretty liberating, honestly and having someone as awesome as Rianne made it so much better.
Cait headed over to the bar, stopping along the way to retrieve her jacket from a very nice, if very drunk older lady who'd caught it. She even thanked the Scot for the performance. It was so sweet. Like the drink she wanted to buy right now. "Drinks? A fruity cocktail seems just about right considering the atmosphere."
Artair was used to putting people off balance since he'd gotten here. Back home his attitude and behaviours were pretty normal, even when considering the UK as a whole. He might not be a fan of the English, but they could take a good joke, roll with the punches. Here it was like people walked on eggshells constantly, always trying to be weirdly friendly with strangers. Now he was just amused by Devon's reactions. Chances are he hadn't really met any wild northerners before and wasn't quite sure how to deal with the bluntness he was used to using.
Grinning at the comment, he could hardly blame to guy. Skipping meals then down a glass of good old whiskey would knock most off their game. To be fair, the only reason Artair wasn't that effected was he'd been drinking it for more years than he really should have been anyways. "Don't often get called good looking mate, but the accent does work wonders over here. You'd be surprised how many lasses chatted me up on the back of that alone." It did work though, something he could always bank on if he was looking for some fun.
Made sense to talk shop in a more private environment, especially about things that may or may not be entirely within legal bounds. "Should be pretty free to meet whenever. I can text you times when I get back to my flat and get a hold of my dairy."
Frowning at the question, had he really only met her a few days ago? "The uni was kind enough to hold my place for me until I was well enough to come here, and what with my medical issues and being a foreign student, they assigned me a student liaison. Apparently I got lucky and got Serena." That had been an, interesting morning. Funny too now that he though back on it, she had somehow beaten out a grumpy, hungover Scotsman's mood with sheer cheeriness and greasy food.
"She was pretty open about being a mutant and after I'd pulled my foot out of mouth, she was the first person I actually told I was." He still couldn't accurately explain why he had told her. "After that she gave me some good advice, left me with a few numbers of organisations that could help me. Yours was among them." The fact he wasn't connected to the police helped in Artair's mind. Them he didn't trust.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 2, 2017 10:22:26 GMT -6
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Thank god for quick reactions, it was the only thing that saved Xavia from face planting. Catching her before she hurt herself, and gently laying her into a more comfortable position to sleep in, he was officially done for the day. This was not what he'd been expecting, but then again who really expected this exact situation? Getting her a blanket and covering her, he had to admit, she did look peaceful for once tonight. "Sleep well lass, at least one of us will."
Sighing, and stretching his aching muscles out, he'd consider sleeping if his mind wasn't stuck on again. Sleeping wasn't on the cards for him again, so he might as well do something useful. Sitting down at his desk, turning on his computer and pulling out one of his textbooks, he set to on a little bit of research. Meeting this strange woman had made him realise how little he knew when it came to helping people with unique physiology.
So he spent his night pouring over any and all reports of mutants with similar abilities to Xavia, in hopes of finding a way to explain her strange wound. Who knows, he might get lucky with his searching.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 1, 2017 20:48:26 GMT -6
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Cait could not believe she had managed to get the tickets for the show so easily. Normally they sold out in a few days from going up for sale, but here she was, all dressed up and waiting for Mal to show up for the show. He'd suggested them seeing it together, and with a little work and a lot more money than she liked to think about, here they were. Or here she was for now.
Coming to the Rocky Horror Show was always amazing, the guys more dressed up and flamboyant than the girls and she had to admit, there were some really good looking guys strutting past in high heels and tights. Probably pulled them off better than some girls she knew.
For herself, she'd gone with a pretty well made Meatloaf costume, complete with fake injuries and slightly paler skin. OK, maybe she had put a little bit too much time into this side project and yes, she'd had to pull in a few favours and doled out a lot of ice cream to friends, but it was worth it. Dressing up was the best part, you just couldn't go to a showing and not cross dress. It was heresy to even suggest that idea. Worse if she'd not, Mal would probably tease her for days.
Speaking of, where was he? Totally should have been there by now. God she hoped he was in the full outfit, just like the picture she'd shown her.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 1, 2017 19:34:37 GMT -6
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He shouldn't really be surprised she'd heard of it. Most people in New York could rattle off a list of things about the place, most bad, and even world wide it had name recognition. What he was surprised by was her thinking he had a child of his own. Surely he didn't look old enough?
"No she's not mine, just a wee lass I've been helping through Haven. Her dad too, now that I think about it." They were a sweet little family, they'd just needed a little help and when it had all been arranged he'd been happy to volunteer time. "She's learning more about mutants like herself, so when she heard I was getting a little training up there, she weaseled a promise I'd show her the place out of me. I'd rather do it by the book, mostly because she'd get a lot more out it anyway, with someone experience doin' the talking."
Sarah was a beautiful little blight on his world. True she was loud, energetic and a right royal pain for him at times, but he did like the little devil all the same. Her curiosity was so damn infectious and he could still perplex and entertain her with his accent.
Sighing and pulling his attention back on course, he looked back to Jack. What was with the interest in his problems?
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 1, 2017 18:34:15 GMT -6
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Grinning at Alex, "In a way. Got smacked about by a mutant covered in metal a couple of days ago, cracked a couple of ribs. Serena was there to save my a--- and she dragged me to the mansion to see him." That had been an interesting day, all things considered. "Kind of just hit it off with him. He's a good guy after all." Professional curiosity had made him ask far too many questions, but Doc had taken them in good nature, all while gently call him out for his daft behaviour.
Shrugging at the comment as they moved, he'd never really seen it that way. He could hurt people, that was it. "I guess, though not as useful when you try to shy away from actually killing people. Tends to make a sword a little less impressive." If he was being honest, he'd only pulled that out as a last resort.
As they moved down the alley and out onto the street, it was weird that there wasn't a bigger fuss going on about the event. Sure they'd been out of sight, but even he could see the blood trail on the floor and the thugs scream had probably been heard through the entire block. Had no one even called the damn police? What the hell was wrong with people.
Thankfully, their taxi arrived pretty quickly so he didn't have to suffer under the weird looks for long. Artair was pretty close to shouting at them, already disgusted by the lack of help for a scared kid. "Lets get out of here lad." Gesturing widely, he added "If they didn't want to help, least the could have done was p--- off." Moving towards it, and confirming it was theirs, he climbed in a wait for Alex to follow.