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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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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Posted by vampyremage on Sept 6, 2009 18:15:55 GMT -6
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Haywire. That was the name that was given to the virus that had affected her so recently. The name resonated strongly in her mind, bringing up a myriad of uncomfortable emotions, ranging from rage that she had been a victim of it, to fear that she had done things that she never thought herself capable of, to confusion. Most disturbing of all, perhaps, was the feelings of power and invincibility that the name drew up in her mind. Perhaps that wasn't the strongest emotion that the name drew up in her, horror would probably be the strongest if she really had to chose, but it was primary among them. And what was she supposed to do with these contradictory feelings? She still hadn't adjusted fully to the return to normal life, still hadn't managed to regain her prized calm.
That was, primarily, why Meld now found herself within Central Park. This was where she came to think, more often than not, especially late at night. It was sometime past midnight now and, as she knew there would be, there were few humans around, few of anyone around. She came here for many reasons, but mostly because of the lack of prying judgmental eyes and to be among the slightest bit of nature. It wasn't like her home back in Canada in which she didn't have to travel far to be among the natural forest but it was the best she was likely to find in New York City so she made the best of it.
Meld climbed up the nearest large tree, her clawed hands and feet digging into the trunk in order to find purchase. She thought best when she was being active. Once atop the tree she found herself a large sturdy branch, one that she was certain would support her weight, and began going through the motions of her martial arts, kicking and punching the air, aiming at an invisible opponent. Her movements were slow and controlled, not belaying at all her chaotic mindset.
This was what Meld needed more than anything else, time to herself, time to regain her calm. Things hadn't really changed and the events of KP hadn't been her fault. Despite everything, that was what she had to keep reminding herself. She was, in a way, a soldier in a battle and sometimes soldiers did things that were regrettable. She smiled a little, thinking of Aura, the true soldier. The longer Meld remained atop her true the more calm her mind became. It was something of a tenuous calm, one that could be shattered at any time, but it was more than she had had in many days and most importantly it was a start. It was enough to let her know that things would get better, that she would improve and she would recover. Even if the scars, both physical and emotional would remain with her for the rest of her life, however long that would be, she would recover.
It was already past midnight when Alexandra found herself walking trough the Central Park, on her way to the Mansion. She suppressed a yawn and decided to fasten up her pace as fatigue started to plague her body and mind. Her look seemed half absent, and she most certainly didn’t pay too much attention to her surroundings or those who occasionally were passing by.
Another night, another dead end on her search for her sister. Guilt also plagued her mind, she had let too much time pass without her giving a damn if her sister was okay or not. Her searches around the sanctuary had turned out to be also dead ends along with many others that followed. Her sister was nowhere to be found and if something bad happened to Ana, she would have been the only one responsible for it.
Alexandra closed her eyes for a few moments, accepting the blame of letting the mission to be more important than her sibling. When she opened her eyes two dark figures appeared, only a few feet away from her. Startled by the sudden appearance, Alexandra took a step back while she placed her hand to her heart. Jesus.
Her hand slid back to its original position as her heart rate started to decrease as soon as the original shock passed,. Her body started to move again, approaching the two men that startled her, eyes and mind focused on the two.
She was already on alert, the two seeming up to no good, and in just a few seconds she was proved right just as the two stopped a feet away from her, both now holding knives in their hands. A sigh left her lips, bored.
“Okay miss, hand us everything you have.” one said, while eyeing the surroundings. Alexandra rose an eyebrow, while her hands were folded under her breasts. “My, my. Isn’t this getting old?” she commented, her mind replaying the similar incident in Colombia. She let out another sigh while her eyes moved from their faces to their feet. Or, better said, to the concrete bellow their feet, as it started to ripple and soon moved to cover their shoes.
Eyes moved up, and a hint of blue sparkling met the thugs’ stares. Alexandra half smiled, this time eyeing the two knives. Only seconds later they were resting in her now extended hands. “So, what were you saying?” Her amused looked met the surprised and later frightened looks of the thugs that now were trying to run… only to find their shoes stuck in the concrete.
Alexandra watched their struggle with calm, and only when they abandoned their shoes in the concrete and ran with bare feet past her she allowed herself to laugh. Taking a deep breath and slightly shaking her head still amused, she threw the knives in the nearest bush, and decided to keep moving.
Posted by vampyremage on Sept 20, 2009 18:31:30 GMT -6
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Despite being caught up within her own thoughts, Meld wasn't entirely unaware of what was happening around her. In the past such lapses in attention had almost ended in her death or the deaths of those she was supposed to be working with and she had learned from those mistakes. So, although her heart may not have been entirely in it, she did remain alert enough to notice when the two thugs accosted the woman far below her. A woman that, now that she bothered to take a closer look, she was pretty sure she recognized from the brawl at KP.
Having recognized the woman as a fellow mutant, Meld prepared herself to jump to the ground and defend her. Though they may have been fighting on opposite sides in the brawl she was still a mutant and thus was undeserving of the treatment the two thugs were now attempting to give her. The fact that, had Meld realized what her side was fighting for before agreeing to join the fight she never would have fought at all, didn't hurt either.
Just as Meld prepared to jump down, however, she saw the men's knives disappear and reappear in the woman's hands and a moment later the two fled in terror. Meld grinned to herself, pleased to see another mutant that could defend herself, though she supposed she shouldn't be surprised since the woman had been a part of the brawl and that would indicate at least a basic level of skill.
As the woman began to walk again, Meld followed in her treetops until she was a little ways ahead of the woman and then jumped down. She was careful not to be too close when she did so, not wanting to appear threatening, nor did she make any attempt at silence. Perhaps speaking with her might give her something to distract her turbulent mind. And perhaps she felt the need to apologize for supporting something she disagreed so strongly about. Never again would she make the mistake of obeying without question. Never again would she fight for something without knowing what it was she was fighting for.
"I just want to talk," Meld said, raising her hands in a gesture of peace. They had been enemies the only other time they had seen each other and she wanted the other woman to know that she did not consider them enemies now.
As Alexandra walked, a few noises in the trees that were casting their shadow on the concrete alley caught her attention. After thugs decided to attack you, and as the time continued to follow its course, the clock ticking and ticking without a single stop along the way, everything seemed suspicious. Although the sounds of her steps continued to be the predominant noises she could hear, her ears and eyes were focused on her surroundings.
And she was right, as it didn’t take long until someone landed in front of her, and although there was enough distance between them, her body prepared for fight mode almost instantaneously. A frown appeared on Alexandra’s face as she forced her eyes to see the details. As more information was sent to her brain, the figure became familiar. She had seen this woman, at the brawl. She had almost been engaged in a fight with her, and various imaged of a merging with a bobcat crossed her mind.
An interesting and in the same time creepy ability this woman possessed, especially when Haywire was involved. The peaceful position was also registered in her mind, and soon her words too, but she hesitated for a moment. She had seen this woman fight for the other side. Was this a trick, to have her lower her guard, then attack?
Her body relaxed, slightly, but was prepared to go back to fight mode if there was any hint of suspicion regarding this woman. Although Alexandra’s mind was tensed, her body and facial expression changed, to a brighter and kinder one. “Okay, we just talk.” Alexandra replied. So what should one say to one that not long ago had fought with you, and now were jumping in front of you in the middle of the night, claiming that she just wanted to talk? Perhaps introductions? “Uhmmm, my name is Alexandra. Alexandra Kettler?” she continued, a bit confused about this whole situation. Certainly, this wasn’t one of the most normal nights she could have.
Posted by vampyremage on Sept 26, 2009 20:08:52 GMT -6
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Meld saw the other woman's hesitation and also registered her discomfort at the situation she found herself in. Not so unusual since Meld was feeling much the same discomfort. She had come out here to think and to be alone, not to speak to anyone and certainly not to confront a past enemy. And yet she felt compelled to speak to her now, if not to justify her actions then too...actually she didn't really know why she wished to speak to the other woman, only that she had to do this. Perhaps it would help her regain her lost and fragile peace of mind. She dearly hoped so.
"My name is Meld and I'm sorry if I frightened you." She lowered her hands, her stance becoming more casual though her gaze was still watchful and her mind was still prepared, just in case. She never really lowered her guard completely, to much time spent fighting and dealing with men and women of a most dangerous and unpredictable nature. And then there was the fact that this Alexandra had been on the opposite side of the battle when last she had seen the other woman and that meant she might still be an enemy, despite appearances of being willing to talk.
"I'm not really sure why I'm here, talking to you now," Meld said. It was an unusual honesty, a rare admittance of some kind of weakness and lack of surety. It was that, more than anything else, that gave Meld some idea of exactly how much damage Haywire had done to her mentally and emotionally. One of her strongest rules was to show no weakness. Ever. If others saw you as weak they would take advantage of that and that could only end in death, either theirs or hers.
"I guess I need you to know that it was nothing personal. I don't normally..." Her words trailed off. She shouldn't even be out this night, clearly she was a danger to herself.
Frightened? The remark brought a smile inside the molecule manipulator’s head; however it remained there as her senses focused on the woman in front of her. Her body continued to maintain the alerted mode on, at least until the woman decided why exactly she had decided to drop from atop a tree, in the middle of the night, with the wish to talk with one that not long ago had been on the other side of the line.
The few moments of silence that Meld needed to gather her own thoughts made Alexandra reflect on her own personality. Only a few months ago this situation most likely would have ended with a fight, with her attacking first. The time spent at the mansion had helped her learn a more peaceful approach. Listen first, act later. Was this better or worse, Alexandra had yet to find out but for the time being, she decided on giving this new personality trait a try.
Meld spoke, admitting that she didn’t know why exactly was she speaking with Alexandra. She seemed honest and her voice, her expression did not prove the contrary. Her words were continued by an apology or an attempt of one, as words trailed off, leaving Alexandra confused. Meld did not seem the kind of woman who apologized. But then again, she had been wrong so many times making assumptions. Perhaps, deep down inside every person was more than met the eye.
“I think I need you to know the same.” Alexandra admitted, her words sincere. She made an attempt of an apologetic smile before continuing. “Look, I don’t like fighting my own kind.” she said with a shrug. “But Haywire was something needed to be stopped.”
The scenes of the brawl were brought to her memory, fresh and hurting, just like every time when she remembered. The fight for Haywire was something that she hated, for so many reasons. Its destruction was just a job until she was placed in front of its devastating effects. Just then, she was convinced that beyond the good of others, mutants and humans alike, Haywire was wrong. “I harmed my own friends because of it…” Her own words trailed off and eyes lost their focus on Meld as she remembered Sam. It lasted only a few seconds, before she turned her attention to Meld. “I don’t know if you understand what I’m saying… but what I’ve done there was just something needed to be done.”
Posted by vampyremage on Sept 30, 2009 20:09:04 GMT -6
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It was the intimation that this other woman, this Alexandra, had experience Haywire just as Meld had experienced Haywire. Perhaps it meant nothing, mere chance and nothing more, or perhaps it meant everything. She remembered own own experienced keenly, having so recently experienced the horrific drug and she couldn't help but wonder if the pain of the experience would ever leave her completely. She remembered the lack of control, seeing everything happening as if outside of herself. She had seen and understood everything, had known that the drug made her want to hurt those she most cared about, and yet she was powerless against it. Utterly powerless. It was not a feeling she had ever had before and it was not a feeling she ever hoped to have again.
"Haywire did need to be stopped," Meld agreed. Her voice held both conviction and pain. Had she known what it was she was fighting for, what she was trying to preserve, she never would have fought. She would have been on the opposite side fighting. "Haywire never should have been allowed to exist. I'm sorry that I played some small role in its defense. I'm sorry..." She stopped, unable to continue for a moment. Even in this vulnerable state of mind she found herself in, she was only able to show so much emotion, so much weakness.
After collecting her thoughts Meld continued. "I understand perfectly what you're saying. I was a victim of it as well." She didn't elaborate and didn't feel that she needed to. There was a certain kinship there, both of them having felt the sting of the Haywire Virus and even if their experiences had been subtly different, there was that commonality that tied them together. If they had nothing else in common, they had this one thing. She wished that they didn't have to have it. No one should have to experience such a thing.
Alexandra tried to smile, uneasy with this strange situation. It was hard to imagine a person like Meld saying ‘sorry’, to have second thoughts about something. She didn’t even dare to imagine that, but she was put in this situation without a warning. Her shoulders rose slightly, a signal of her confusion. She didn’t know what to say. Alexandra was never the person to listen…
“I guess you never know just how bad something is till you confront it.” Alexandra said, not sure if she was talking for herself or Meld. It didn’t matter now. She let her shoulders lower to their original position. It was a new lesson she was being taught by life. People change when they face certain situations. Again, she didn’t know if she was talking about Meld or herself. “Look, you don’t need to apologize. At that moment, you believed in something and did your best to protect your beliefs. I think at some point in our life, each one of us does this. We’re blind to anything else.”
Alexandra took another step toward the woman as she tried… to comfort her? A gesture to prove the other woman that she believed what she was saying.
Posted by vampyremage on Oct 18, 2009 12:30:45 GMT -6
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Meld could tell that Alexandra was feeling more than a little uneasy in the present situation. Hell, she was feeling more than a little uneasy too. This wasn't the sort of thing she did, she did not open herself up and become vulnerable, especially not to a complete stranger. And especially not to a complete stranger that used to be an enemy.
And yet the two of them had that terrible thing called Haywire in common and that had to count for something didn't it? Surely the entire experience had to have meant something? Served some purpose?
Meld nodded in agreement and understanding towards the other woman. "I live for my convictions. Sometimes I think they are all that I am." A truth certainly but not one she had ever expressed before. "But what happens when those convictions turn out to be wrong? Or at least, when parts of them do? Then where are we left?"
The core of her beliefs remained, of course. The mutant cause was still the mutant cause and she was still the warrior in support of it. But everything else? Her beliefe in The Order? Her belief that they wanted as she did and they were an organization worth following because of it? If she were honest with herself, and she tried to be little else if she could help it, then she would admit that they had been shattered beyond repair.
Meld tensed a moment as the other woman took a step towards her, then relaxed realizing her intent was not hostile. She wasn't used to such an approach but she did find it strangely...comforting to know that someone understood. Someone, in some ways at least, who seemed very much like herself. It was an odd feeling and Meld tried to smile supportively, tried to convey her feeling of shared traits and shared history. Even if no history had been directly shared.
What happened when your beliefs turned out wrong? Alexandra didn't have a straight answer for this one. She had her own issues with beliefs but still hadn't found the answer that completely satisfied her. "What happens then?" she muttered more for herself than Meld. She gave a small shrug. Sometimes, she wished she'd be someone that could help others. Especially when the other was one of her own.
"Well, I'm not sure I should have the answer for this one." she replied louder, this time. "Or anyone else as a matter of fact." she continued as she took another step forward. "I think you have the answer. You just didn't look deep enough to find it." Another shrug, another step toward Meld. "Look, if you're not sure if you're standing on the right side... just walk away for some time. Clear your head, away from anything that might influence you."
Alexandra turned her eyes away from Meld for a few moments. "I ... I think I would do this if I had doubts about my allegiance." An strange situation, this was.
