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.
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 faustomartense on Sept 2, 2008 8:06:12 GMT -6
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¨Come on Fausto ! come on! wake up now !! your cellphone dont stop ringing... hurry and answer it, that monophonic ringtone gonna give me a headache¨
A very old cellphone was ringing constantly with a awful sound ... that model was too old for the moment but for some reason it continue working well for his user ... the little boy voice call the cellphone owner one more time...
¨hey Fausto it could be a customer,asnwer it ... *the boy didnt have much confidence with his order ...* hey Iron help me a little with this¨
A lazy and cold male voice answer ...
¨ok ,ok dont be annoying ... cover your ears lil boy. *He take a big breath and screm to Fausto* come on lil demon!!! woke up right now or i will bite your neck and eat your heart slowly!!!¨
¨ohh men take it easy, you two are too annoying ... i hear the cellphone , i just want to sleep a little more but you two make a big trouble ...¨
a tall, very thin men sit in the bed , he seems soo thin for his height giving him the apearance of a weak and sick men . Fausto stand up a little sleepy ... he look around trying to find his cellphone ... and finally he found it under his bed
¨Einherjar Boss Fausto Martense , Iron and Mouth . what do you want with us?...a gang is atacking your shop ? dont annoying me, call the police and...oh interesting ... the police help the gang well that give be a twist to the problem... my Einherjars will give you protection but you have to pay, what do you sell ? is a bakery? thats just what i need , lots of bread . make a biiiig donation of bread to the most closer orphanate to yourshop if you dont make the donation i will be your worst nightmare , well is a deal.this night we will erase these bandits ¨
Posted by faustomartense on Sept 2, 2008 8:16:58 GMT -6
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Fausto and his gang were in the big basement of his operation base above a old and rusty bar,it is a funtional room with 5 tables and 3 chairs in each one, and in a corner a bed for Fausto.all the tables were full ,the mans were drinking beers waiting for his boss... and finally he arrive and start in the middle of the room.
¨we, the Einherjars ,the warriors of Odin . a god that fight for justice, equality and frienship , Odin who fought agains evil ... we are the Einherjars , the warriors of Odin and we must fight agains injustice, erase all evil. when i enter this gang, all the members where humans... but when i enter and fight agains the amazing and courageous Stephen ...*Fausto suddenly make a sadly face and make a minute of silences in memory of Stephen* i wish Stephen could be here fighting with us ... but circunstances and i ,made a different future for him... well the point is ... now the gang is mixed with humans and ... *Fausto wink a eye and smile ironic* mutants, and we know better than others that humans and mutants can live together without problem likes some countries learn recently ... ¨
Fausto wait a minute to give the moment a little of drama ,but while he was waiting a cold voice whisper in his ear ¨ÿou killed Stephen, your greed killed him, you enjoy doing that and you would do it again if you could...¨ and Fausto quickly asnwer very low ,with a mix of feelings with angry, sad and guilty ... ¨shut up Iron!! i am in the middle of something important , dont start that game of guilty... i am so sorry about Stephen dead...¨
¨well tonigh we will fight agains a gang that have the support of the police, if we disband or destroy the gang these corrupts police mans will be our next target or they will hunt us . the city is a jungle , if you arent the hunter you are the hunted... tonigh we will fight to protect the weak, thats our duty . come Einherjars , go out and be my justice!! *Fausto say the last sentence very aloud almost screaming but suddenly he change his voice volume to normal and slowly say ...* ¨ i will go later to make me sure you dont have problems , but i need to rest a little ... sorry ...¨
Fausto walk lazy and slowly to his bed in the corner of the room ... he felt really guilty about Stephen dead , his ghost chase him every night in nightmares...
(and so starts the most Power playing anyone will ever see me do, since permission was given in the c-box)
Sara had a splitting head ache. Or at least in the dream sense she did. People say that dreams don’t hurt but when your mind tells you, you have a head ache, you tend to believe your mind. Her mind also told her she was at the top of a building, That her head was bowed and her body was curled with her tail tucked around her feet, and that muscles she didn’t remember that she had, buldged out of her, used to be so slender, form.
When she breathed there was a low rasp, like she was sick. But Sara didn’t feel sick. She felt wonderful. There was a sort of bliss inside of her that let her be oblivious to the confrontation that was beginning on the street, in front of the bakery, below her. Her amber eyes glazed over and she sat there like a furry gargoyle.
Fifteen seconds, She was counting fifteen seconds in her head. That’s what else her mind was telling her. Fifteen seconds and something rocketed up from the confrontation and planted it’s self, painfully into her chest. It was a stray bullet from the cops below. It knocked her back two steps, away from the edge of the roof. What normally took two minutes to heal only took two sharp intakes of breath. Her mind told her that her heart was pounding, witch out side of her sleep it probably was, as she tossed and turned. The wound was healed but the pain from it doubled. It burned and traveled down her stomach, ricocheting through her arms. Everything tensed, her body coiled, and on it’s own, her mind told her that her body had taken off.
In a blur, Sara’s entire body was over the ledge of the building, Falling straight down, into the confrontation. What was going to be a peaceful dream, and what felt like bliss at first, was like watching through a window. It was someone else’s furry hand, feet, and claws, that looked like Sara’s hand feet and claws, that dug through the man she landed on. Her mind screamed for her to stop, but on the outside, her look was blank as the next turned a gun on her, and she removed the weapon, hand included. There was a flash of light from the sky, and Sara was three men over taking apart the next thing her body told her mind, was a threat, while her mind still begged her body to stop.
Posted by faustomartense on Sept 2, 2008 9:47:42 GMT -6
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Fausto was alone in his room/basement , resting in his bed. i wasnt tired but he felt a little depressed about Stephen and his death . Fausto always have nightmares about that day and Iron always is remembering that ... Fausto and Stephen , the old boss of the gang were good friends until the fight ... he was talking aparently alone in his bed...
¨Iron you do it again ... stop trying to remember me who kill Stephen , i know who was... but that was a normal fight , but suddenly i started to feel angry , weird and my powers and fury explode in a rain of fist and bites ... when i recover the control of my mind , the wounds i made in Stephen were bleeding unstopables... i cant save him ... cuz that i am in charge of the gang trying to make the best like Stephen ...¨
the sweet voice of a child interrup Fausto^s talk
¨dont worrie Fausto , i know you dont do it in purpose ... it was an accident , a awful accident ...¨
¨Thanks Mouth , you are so kind ... if Iron were more like you ¨
the cold and lazy voice start complaining again
¨dont compare me with these weak boy , i am the best part of you Fausto . i am the evolution ,i am the part of you that want the same as you , the world. you say you want the world to change it to a better world , but thats a lie you want it because you are a greedy man... you want the world to show your power¨
¨shut up now Iron or i will ripped my left hand to dont hear you again, whatever... i have a bad feeling about this encounter , the police is in it too . i think the best thing we can do is try to help our gang ... come on we are going to see how the fight is going .¨
Fausto take his old cellphone and climb the ladders ... the bar was empty like always ... the only one here was the bartender,Arnold.
¨Hey Arnold i am going outside , i think my guys need a little help, see ya later !!¨
Well. Little did the other person in the dream know, but the cops weren’t exactly a problem any more. The had become a little preoccupied with the cat like creature.
It was an odd sort of dance. Sara would be standing still, like a statue, then in a flash, she moved and struck. Moving faster than her own eyes could even follow. Sure the two groups had been seeing only conflict with each other, but Sara had provided a higher threat. They turned on her.
Two down, as Sara moved from spot to spot, working to dodge the attacks and plant some hurt of her own. Lightening flashed and Sara had one man by the arm. A second later, he had been flung to the other side, bowling over five men who weren’t in police uniforms. Sara’s eyes still were blank, but her teeth bared when another gun fired, and a bullet found it’s way into her body. She stumbled, again, actually hoping this would slow her down, but the pain doubled, and her body was on the move, instead.
…………………………..
Two minutes later, and a whirlwind of memories Sara wished she didn’t have stuck in her head. Most of the cops were gone for good, and her body was still on it’s rampage with the rest. She was still in the middle of the group, tossing men like rag dolls, biting, and clawing, when her mind told her that there was a new sent on the scene.
Posted by faustomartense on Sept 2, 2008 11:03:25 GMT -6
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Fausto go out the bar slowly ... he was thinking in his mens , he really dont want they get hurt in battle . he was so imprudent for sending they alone . and that dammed feel of guilty doesnt dissapear from his mind ... His cellphone start ringing again but this time Fausto recongnize the ring , it was the song that all the gang use...
a male and agitate voice call, he speak quickly trying to be clear despite the fact he was so scared and shaking ¨ Hey Fausto , we need your help ! that weird i dont understand whats happening . when we arrive a big cat or lion was atacking the police in from of the bakery ... the enemy gang and the police is all dead ... we are tryimg to stop that demon but is unnstopable.¨
¨Ok , run and hide . i will be there in 10 or 15 minutes , so pleace stay away from that demon ...¨
the voice seem a little calm now ... ¨we will be waiting for you boss ...¨
Fausto put his cellphone in one of his pockets ... and take one iron screw from it... he look his hands , in the palm of the hands he had one mouth in each hand . the mouth have teeths but without lips ...
¨Well Mouth you will be my last choice but we have to be prepared . eat this screw perhaps we can use it without harm ...¨ Fausto grap the screw with the right hand , Mouth . and he ate it .
Fausto start to wander in the streets for something for Iron ... he found a alley with much thing dropped in it ...
¨Iron we have to prepare something for you too ... what can i do , something to eat something to eat ... yes that would be work ¨ Fausto make his left hand , Iron , eat all the things he can found in the alley , pieces of cristal , cans , tiny pieces of metals , he also break a emergency ladder and eat all the parts ... Iron stored lots of things inside him . and in the moment that Iron close his mouth , the left arm start to shake a little...
¨Well Iron you have to hold it until we reach the bakery ...i hope The Fortune stay at my side ...¨
Fausto start runnning through the streets with his left arm shakking ... and one thought in his mind , he have to save all his mens ... no matter what.
Lots of things can happen in five minutes. In this case, of five minutes, Sara just killed an entire gang that included their police. There were heaps of bodies strewn left and right. Some covered in so many claw marks that the only way to get a positive identification was to check their DNA. Most were missing limbs and they were all surrounded by puddles of red.
She crouched in the center, where her chaos had began, with her head in her hands. Why did her head still hurt? The pain didn’t block out her senses though. She pulled the smells in the air, into her nose. There were more out there. Her head lifted pulling in the proof of their presence again, as her dull eyes dilated. No matter how much she wanted her mind to make her body just stop, she pushed off. On the hunt and following the scents of other men.
Posted by faustomartense on Sept 3, 2008 9:09:35 GMT -6
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when Fausto arrived , he saw a humanoid cat perhaps a lion betwen the dead bodies of cops and people without uniform ... the other gangs members ... the demon was standing in front of him , furious and with a dark desire of blood , flesh and bones ... humans bones... the demon cat kill all the people here without any wound ... Fausto^s left hand dont stop shaking , and Fausto was losing the control over the entire arm... the blood was everywhere ... split here and there ... all the floor in front of the bakery was cover in blood, some bodies were ripped ... the scene was nauseous. only a demon could do or like something like that , but Fausto enjoy a little these horrible scenary,something in the air give him a devil desire... perhaps Iron^s influence or perhaps the demon mind can cover the place like a disease, a disease that spread insanity ... despite the fact Fausto was a little scared he talk with confidence.
¨Hey little kitty!!! do you wanna be my meal? you cant talk ... a mice eat your tongue? ¨
after saying that Fausto atacked without advise the neck of the cat/lion ,for some reason the demon dont dodge the atack and Fausto^s teeth with corrosive saliva start to melt the flesh. Fausto ripped a piece of flesh from the neck leaving a hollow in it , but almost instanly the wound regenerate and flesh cover the wound again. in that moment he undestand cuz the demon dont dodge it... he doesnt need to dodge. Fausto was losing confidence, the fear start to invade him and his left hand began to shake more hard making imposible to use it...
There he was. There was the new meal that Sara’s body still wanted. Sara’s eyes narrowed when he finally found her.
¨Hey little kitty!!! do you wanna be my meal? you cant talk ... a mice eat your tongue? ¨
“GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR” RRrrrrruunnn dude! Come on. RUN!
Everything ached and yet everything felt o loose. Sara’s body stalked in a circle around the man. Then, finally she thought she was getting her limbs to listen to her, because she stopped. She Stopped. Now if the idiot would just RUN! Please RUN!
The problem was that he didn’t. He took a bite out of her instead. Miraculously, her body was still, still. Only the tip of her tail moving with a rhythmic twitch. Mean while, Sara got to see the piece that was taken out of her. Gruesome. Disgusting. The cat ran it’s tongue across it’s lips. Sara’s lips, and Sara’s tongue. The acidic saliva traveled through the wound and fell down her collarbone only to have dissolved what base it could, that was Sara’s flesh, before that healed over as well.
Bad, bad, bad move… Sara felt her back tense and gather under her. She didn’t want what happened next to happen but this time her body wouldn’t be held back. First thing was first. Bite the thing off that bit her first, because he started it. Internally Sara gagged as she felt her body take flight forward, and her teeth snap sideways around the man’s wrist, to gain her revenge.
Posted by faustomartense on Sept 4, 2008 13:40:30 GMT -6
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his arm shake become uncontrolable ,the arm shake constantly and hardly. and that situation only could be one thing and Fausto knew it, Iron^S abilitie will fail and it would be very painfull... the time flow stopped in Fausto^s mind while he talk with his dark side and partner Iron...
¨today isnt my lucky day ... damm it , is like a nightmare... when you try something and it fail, when you try to run but your feets move slowly and the bad guy catch you ... Iron you know it ,right? is your last atack ... you will explode but the objects will fly in all directions ... if we can get closer the demon could take a little of it ...¨
Iron answer as cold and lazy as always ¨yeees yeees i knooow... dont worrie. it would be great , blood spliter everywhere, all the object i am holding will fly in all directions and hit that demon and he will scream with pain, with lovely pain ... perhaps some objects hit you or Mouth but ...hey hey put a smile in your face this your greatest show ever . but think about this if something like this stopped you here , you dont have the right to be the ruler of the world.soo give your best Fausto...¨
the demon cat quickly run toward him dodging the dead bodies in the floor, Fausto couldnt react to his rapid atack and the demon cat bite him , grasping his left wrist ...Fausto have luck with that movement , the wound in his wrist bleed a lot and the demon dont leave him ... in that moment he release the control over him and his skin starting to tear, wounds open in it and the objects start to piercing the skin making some objects visibles... the shake stop completly one moment, the calm before the storm, and suddenly explode. thousands of tiny objects fly in a blast in all directions , pieces of sharp cristals , metal parts , screws mixed with a dense rain of blood , pieces of flesh, fingers and pieces of the brokens bones.one seconds later the curtain of blood disapear letting the consequenses visibles . the demon and Fausto were injured with many cuts and wounds in all their bodies.the demon take a lot of damage in his mouth and Fausto lost the half of the left arm.
Sara tore into the man’s arm. Her entire body tugged against his arm. Even when she could see the objects poking through his skin, out of the corner of her eye. Then his arm exploded.
Sara was tossed to the side with who know what, penetrating her mouth, cheek, neck, shoulder, and side. Sara’s body skidded off along the side walk, imitating a rag doll, till it stopped in a messy heap.
She rolled over, on the ground, as her chest rose and fell, trying to catch her breath. She spit at the ground, letting the pieces of metal, bone, and blood puddle on the ground. She moved her tongue around as the holes closed. Meanwhile, her muscles flexed, making her fur ripple, and pushing out those pieces that had gotten stuck, in her.
Slowly, Sara pushed herself up, off of the ground. Stretching her back, as more holes closed. Her neck arched, and her shoulders popped into place. Now for her quarry. She felt herself turn and stalk him again.
Posted by faustomartense on Sept 5, 2008 14:07:01 GMT -6
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Fausto was in the ground trying to get up and fight ... his left arm dissapear in a explosion of flesh,bones and blood... his body was covered with lots of sharps things and thousands of bleedings wounds... his sight start to crumble ... the things move from right to left making imposible to see clear... Fausto saw with horror the demon cat healing himself without problem.
¨Mouth , i only have you . that is our last chance . we have to do it or die ... tranform yourself Mouth ,please ... ¨
¨But Fausto if i change into iron your body could lose one more part .... if your heart become of iron? you will die instanly... ¨
¨do it now!! i will died one way or another ... better die fighting for justice that doing nothing ...¨
Fausto close is right hand and his eyes trying to focus in the activation of his abilitie , in his hand skin appear little silvers spots ... the littles spots grow quickly until they cover all the hand ... the skin in his hand become iron . but when Fausto tried to open his eyes , he notice his sight fade out totally , he cant see anything , he saw all black... he notice what really happened when he start to feel a cold sensation in his head ,the cold steel in the places his eyes where before ... the abillitie weakness, his eyes take the same material as Mouth. Fausto was standing blinded in the street in from of the bakery, waiting for the fatal blow ... only hearing the furious breath of the monsters ...
The guy was moving oddly, and Sara’s stomach felt like it was doing a repeated belly flop against her ribs. In her head, she was pleading with the basic instincts of her animal side. The ones that strived to make the fraise survival of the fittest, the law. It wasn’t her law. It was her body’s.
She crept forward, stalking her blind prey. Lips pulled back to show her blind victim her stained teeth. Her claws scraped the cement as she walked. Limbs gathering under herself as she got closer. Slowly. Making him wait incase he wanted to attack her… or at least try again.
She then crouched. Inching, then pushing off against the ground, and flying straight for the man. Her teeth targeted his throat, and her back feet moved forward to land against his stomach. Hand claws wrapping around his neck as her full weight landed on him. Tearing everywhere she could touch. She twisted her head to throw her weight against his and pull his throat apart.
Posted by faustomartense on Sept 8, 2008 12:47:54 GMT -6
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seconds become hours in these cirscuntances , Fausto was standing blinded waiting the fatal blow but the seconds before the atack last hours in his mind ... Fausto was thinking in the past,the things before he goes into the mansion and the things that happen after that ... all the people he meet , the people who fight with him , the people that died under his melting saliva and strongs teeths and his strong sense of justice... Karma always return ... and Fausto did a little bad things in the name of justice... perhaps it was fate or just casualitie but that encounter will ended his life , his way of justice ... suddenly the werecat throw him down with the weight and strengh of her body , Fausto felt the pain far away , like in a dream when you see your body but your mind is a floating above it and you see the action in third person...
He felt the breath of the demon cat in his neck, and one second before his teeths piercing the skin of the neck of Fausto making the blood split and bleed like a waterfall... the sensations fade out and the pain leave his wounded body under the unstoppable fury of the demon cat ..
Every weapon Sara had, hit it’s mark. Her teeth found the stranger’s throat, and sank in like they would to hot butter. Her clawed hands found his shoulder and the back of his neck, where they held her prey still, and her body curled at the right angle to allow her clawed feet a chance to rip open the man’s belly. To her mind’s horror and her body’s delight. Seeing as her body wasn’t listening to her mind.
The taste of warm blood soothed the sore throat. Sara hadn’t even realized her throat was sore from all the low vocals. Though even with the aid of extra moisture, it still felt dry and cracked. No matter how much of the bodily liquid he partook in, she still felt so dry. She was drinking blood and she knew her body was enjoying it, made her mind sick. Why couldn’t he have just run off?
Sara chomped down on the open neck wound again, feeling the blood trickle between her fangs and feeling the man she was pinning to the ground gasp for his last breaths. It was an odd sensation, and Sara’s head jerked away from the man’s neck. Letting his head drop to the dirt. She leaned over him, Staring at him for a moment. Tongue gliding across her lips in the vein attempt to make then clean. It worked at the first corner of her mouth but the rest of the mess was just smeared sideways.
Then Sara’s head jerked back down, with her teeth sinking back into the man’s neck. She ripped and pulled his head up while her weight was still pressing down on his chest.
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Sara awoke, in her bed. She was clothed in her pajamas and she wasn’t covered in blood. She just needed her heart to stop racing.
