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.
Predator felt so strange, walking down the streets of New York without anyone giving him a backwards glance. Normally he got everyone double-taking at least once as he passed. A large asian man wearing bloodstained buddhist robes tended to draw some strange looks. However, since Predator was supposed to be out of state, he found that it might be smart to go a bit incognito. As such, he had ditched his usual outfit for some more average, touristy clothes. It galled him a bit that he was actually hiding, but he bore it, as much as he wanted to tear his claws into the fat man walking besides him.
Predator was heading to a bookstore by the name of Full Circle, for two main reasons. One: he was looking for a certain book on african tribal cultures that he had been searching for a while. Second: He had heard that the bookstore had gained a reputation for being nuetral to both humans and mutants. Predator almost didn't believe it was possible, but he felt that he needed to check it out personally before he discounted it. So as he walked into the shop with a slight tinkle of the bell, he looked around. If only it were easy to tell who were mutants and who were not, on sight. Ah well.
Predator scanned the bookshelves for the section he needed, and began to look down the correct one for the book he was searching for. After a few minutes of carefully reading the spine of each book, Predator found the one he was looking for. However, as he turned to head to the front desk, he bumped into someone hard enough to dislodge an elephant.
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It was a perfectly average day. Shin had awoken to the sound of paws on cold wood, a sudden weight, and a sniffling nose in his face. He nudged Thor off him gently with his uncased arm, and kicked himself free of the sheets as he made his way to the silver dish of destiny, bedraggled and mumbling, as per the par. A rattle of ‘food in doggie dish’ later, he brushed a hand down the Siberian Husky’s coat on the way back to bed. With a low hiss, the mini-fridge popped open. Shin bent to pluck an energy drink from within, and brought it to his unshaven mug with a glug glug glug. He drained the drink in a few gulps. The can clanged against the waste bin by his night stand as he yawned his way to the bathroom to take care of basic needs.
Perfectly average. Gnawed his way through a pop tart, picked up a slice of toast from the kitchen, tore his way through a granola bar as he walked Thor around the mansion once on his morning run, and texted a message to Kasumi saying he’d be free later if she wanted to spend some time. Then he hopped on his red scooter and motored over to Full Circle bookstore, where he was greeted by yet another perfect average day.
Aurum handed him a cup of hot coffee and a muffin. Shin thanked the man with the air of something giving thanks to a mighty saint. He ate his muffin, took note of his duties for the day, and got to work on marking and shelving the new releases. He silently wheeled the cart ahead of him to the religion section, picking up a book and glancing down its spine.
“That should go… here. And this—“ The sound of something clattering against the ground broke his methodical musing. Shin set the manuscript back down, turning his head towards the disturbance.
“Why don’t you say sorry for yourself!!” A middle-aged man in white cargo pants, a blue business shirt, white vest, and comfortable shoes shouted. Shin took a moment to take the man in. He was the hallmark of hallmarks, like a page out of Raiders of the Lost Ark. He was how explorers of ancient Egyptian ruins and tourists looked! All he was missing was the Pith helmet or the camera around his neck. The man he was shouting at, however, had those two in spades!
Well, all except the Pith helmet, Shin noted sadly. That would have been too unnatural. No, as it was, this was just slightly under the realm of ‘perfectly average’. Two people yelling on a run-of-the-mill day. He scratched his cast with a sigh, then stepped forward to call the shouting match to a close.
“Alright, enough shouting. Sir, I’m sorry. Are you hurt?” He eyed the balding man up and down. He certainly looked no worse for the wear. Shin turned to look at the other man dressed for Tourist success. “I’m sure no harm was meant by it, either way.”
“But he… bumped me!!” The man pointed to the floor with the grace of a shambling corpse, then pointed again two or three more times at the scattered books there. All two of them. And the point was more jab, less helpful. “Do… something!!” Shin shook his head, bending to scoop them up with his good arm. His coffee-stained cast dangled dangerously as he bent.
“I’m sorry. But please. There’s no need to shout. Here are your books.” He set all the two in the middle-aged man’s hand. The man looked at them, then at Shin’s helpful, but pleading, smile. When it became apparent he was going to get no special treatment from either person, he pulled his books to his chest and walked off in a huff. Shin smiled weakly as the man staggered to the front desk and someone rang him up. “Are you alright?” He turned to face the large Asian man. “I’m sorry if he was rude to you… some customers are like that. It pays to be careful, I guess. Then you don’t run into them.”
“Why don’t you say sorry for yourself!!” Predator had run into a man dressed almost as stereotypically like a tourist as he was, minus the camera around his neck. He was a bit on the pudgy side, and obviously didn't get out much.
Predator grimaced, flexing his fingers reflexively and holding back a growl that would have been his customary response. This fat man was no mutant, Predator was sure, and at that moment he longed for nothing more than to stop the fat man's whining... Forever. He could feel it like an inch at the bottom of his spine, a tension in his brow. As Predator looked down at the man, there was such a look of absolute disgust in his eyes, momentarily, that the man backed off a couple steps. "Why don't you?" Predator snarled.
Just then someone who appeared to be an employee of Full Circle, wheeling a cart of new releases, noticed what was going on and made his way down the aisle to where Predator and the inferior species were standing.
“Alright, enough shouting. Sir, I’m sorry. Are you hurt? I’m sure no harm was meant by it, either way.” The employee looked much too concerned with the balding man's wellfare.
“But he… bumped me!! Do… something!!" Ah, the little kid crying to mama for help when the big kid's play rough. Too bad that this big kid didn't play by the rules.
“I’m sorry. But please. There’s no need to shout. Here are your books.” The employee handed the man his books, all two of them, and sent him off in a grumbling huff. “Are you alright? I’m sorry if he was rude to you… some customers are like that. It pays to be careful, I guess. Then you don’t run into them.”
Was Predator all right? As if a mockery of a man like that could do more than ruffle Predator's shirt. The suggestion was almost insulting, but Predator didn't say so. He was supposed to be incognito, and drawing the cops to this place with a slaughter, no matter how well-deserved it was, would not be approopriate for someone trying to make peace in their everyday lives, like the owner of the bookstore was, even if Predator disagreed. As such, he replied "No, I'm fine. Most of them are. They act like their parents never taught them manners."
Predator held back from saying what he wanted to say, saying that he couldn't care less if he broke their spines, and instead said "I guess, yeah." His voice had the sound to it that indicated that the reply was forced, and his figers were still flexing and unflexing, their claws gleaming in the overhead lights. It was an unconsious movement, and if Predator had known he was doing it he would have stopped. He looked every bit the tourist, but anybody in a few minutes conversation would be able to tell he was from around New York.
"Listen, I came here for a book. 'The Auspicous Incantations and Chants of the South African Natives' by Robert Gawdkein. I've looked around in other bookstores, and nobody seemed to have even heard of it. I heard about this place on TV a while ago, so I figured I'd check it out." Predator indicated the shelves around him. "However, I can't find it here. Could you check and see if you have any copies, please?" Please. It galled him, but he was trying to be as polite as any tourist would be. However, the fact that he had seen Full Circle on TV, as well as the book he was looking for, betrayed the fact that he was a NYC native.
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Shin’s laugh faded at the man’s response. The man flexed his … claws(?) and replied succinctly with a forced agreement. Most of them were? Why would most people be rude to him? Perhaps he was having an off day? It was New York, after all. The Big Apple with the rotten core, the city that never apologizes, heaven on pavement. A city where camaraderie came about as often as Christmas time or the next disaster… of course, Shin felt nothing of the sort. Those criticisms from others just flashed through his mind as he thought of reasons why the man would be so grouchy and gruff towards a polite young salesman on the job. The thought struck him; people are often rude to mutants. Could he—
Could he be a bigot with a vendetta against Shin? The Asian mutant inwardly reeled at the revelation in reverse-colored shock!
Or maybe he was a mutant, and people just mistreated him… yes, that made far more sense. Shin went silent a moment, letting the man speak.
>>"Listen, I came here for a book. 'The Auspicious Incantations and Chants of the South African Natives' by Robert Gawdkein. I've looked around in other bookstores, and nobody seemed to have even heard of it. I heard about this place on TV a while ago, so I figured I'd check it out."
The Auspicious Incantations… “I can certainly check for you.” He smiled, walking up to the counter and asking the worker there to use the computer for a second. The worker shifted out of the way, and Shin began to type. “Auspicious, auspicious… ah, here we are. Should be right… there.” He jot down the information, then wheeled back to the Asian man with a conscientious smile. “You’re in luck. We’ve got one copy left. If you’ll follow me,” Shin started walking down an aisle, then paused in the intersection, glancing around only to veer down the one ahead and to the right. After a minute of searching, he bent down to yank the book from the shelf. He turned back to the Asian man with a stupid grin and held it up. “Found it! Hmm, interesting…” Shin’s eyes trailed down the back of the cover. “We don’t have many buyers for this particular type of topic. Are you an anthropologist of some sort?”
Posted by predator on Aug 10, 2009 13:00:30 GMT -6
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"I can certainly check for you. Auspicious, auspicious… ah, here we are. Should be right… there. You’re in luck. We’ve got one copy left. If you’ll follow me... Found it! Hmm, interesting... We don’t have many buyers for this particular type of topic. Are you an anthropologist of some sort?” The employee had used a computer, Predator assumed to check if they had any in stock, then led Predator to a stack, withdrawing the book from it's place. The employee then scanned the back, and the question he asked Predator got his attention. The guy was being nice, almost too nice. Maybe he was supposed to keep Predator distracted while the police moved into position?
It was far fetched, but Predator was trusting enough in his own instincts, however paranoid and unfounded they usually were, that he subtly shifted himself so that he could keep an eye on the door. In response to the guy's question, Predator said "Well, I was studying for a history major, and African history particularly intrigues me. Not quite an anthropologist." Predator attempted a smile, and though it probably came across as stilted and akward, it was partly genuine. Whenever someone got him talking about history, his mood began to slowly improve. That was one of the few parts of his life among the humans that had good memories. "It is really interesting how all of the different cultures of Africa have their own distinct society, but they all influence eachother and have similar roots. It's funny how people get so worked up about the Trans-atlantic slave trade, though, because the Muslim empire had been taking African slaves across the Sahara for thousands of years before Europe even found the Americas. Also-"
Predator cut himself off as he saw a certain person walking across the street and heading towards the bookstore. She had her head down, but it was pretty obvious that she was intending to go inside the bookstore. Predator had seen the dainty little woman only once, a couple of weeks before, when he stared down the muzzle of her pistol as she shot him in the chest. That one had hurt for quite a while, and he had never heard of nor seen that SWAT officer before. Until now. He got a better look at her, and saw that she really was short and pretty, exactly the opposite of what you would expect a hardened SWAT officer to look like. She was about five foot six, thin, and had a face that belonged to someone's cute sister. Her blonde hair and baby blue eyes completed the look, though the pistol at her hip detracted from it a bit.
It was a setup! Predator grabbed the employee's unbroken arm in an iron grip a hair shy of bone-cracking, and hissed a question to him. "How much are they paying you for this, huh? Got a back door?" The little bastard had been in league with them the entire time! That tourist bumping into him had probably been a setup as well, designed to keep him in place long enough for the team to get into position. He had thought his plan to fake running out of the city had worked, but apparently they had seen through it. Predator ripped the camera off of his neck, and tore the stupid shirt off as well, so they wouldn't impede his movement. "God, what I wouldn't give for my orange robes right now..." He muttered. The mention of the orange robes, if the employee had seen the special report of his capture or escape, would probably trigger recognition of Predator.
Not once did the thought cross Predator's mind that it was just a coincidence.
Posted by Tetsuya Shinbo on Aug 11, 2009 22:14:57 GMT -6
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You know, it's days like this where being nice just doesn't cut it? Here Shin was, cute as a button and friendly as can be to the guy, went out of his way to defuse an explosive situation, helped the man find a book... and he was ranting about history!! Shin did his best not to wrinkle his nose! History? He was more into science or mathematics!
History? That was more Aurum's cup of tea. As long as Shin had known the guy, Aurum always had liked history. The brunette just so happened to be sipping a mug thoughtfully as he listened to the man's speech, standing between aisles as nonchalant as a ghost. He crossed his arms, impressed with the guy. Hell, if he hadn’t flipped the hell out and grabbed Shin by the arm next, Aurum might have struck up a conversation.
As it was, no such luck.
~*~
Shin’s eyes had lost a bit of their focus as the man blathered on and on for what seemed like centuries about ages long past and things beyond his comprehension. Slaves, buh? Africans… Muslim empire… was this guy a history major, or a major pain? The Major jerked his massive eyes away from Shin to glance out the window, and for a moment, Shin’s middling attention span lost an ounce of glaze. He turned to follow the guy’s eyes. If there were something to draw him out of his rant, it had to be important, right? Turns out, it was a cute girl with a gun. Five foot six, blond hair, thin… she was pretty, he supposed, but not quite Shin’s type. He bit his lower lip apprehensively as his eyes danced their hesitant way back to the African Major’s face.
That’s when the man snapped. “What’re you— argh!” The guy grabbed him by his good arm and jerked him around like he was gonna to put a gun to his head. Shin's eyes wavered as he tried to struggle. "Dammit!" He spat. No good. Shin knew arm locks. Pin the bone so that it worked against itself. Make it so the least of resistance could make it snap or bring pain. That was the usual way to do it in Jujitsu… or if you were a bouncer, twist the arm and put pressure at the elbow. Those, he would expect, but this!? It was like the guy had a vice around his forearm. Nowhere near as elegant as the kind of lock Shin would do. To lose to this…? He grit his teeth as something ripped behind him and a lens cap shattered against the wall.
>> "How much are they paying you for this, huh? Got a back door?"
"Paying me... I don't know what you're—” And now a trickling sound, the scent of something hot and bitter. Burning… flesh? Shin spun his head to look over his shoulder and caught sight of a barrister barista dumping coffee down the Asian man’s back.
The sadistic look in the man’s eye... Scary… But Shin would take any opening this jerk gave. Three razor-sharp shards flew at the man's face as Shin tore his left arm free from the man's grip, and drove his right heel to power a jarring back tackle. The shards vanished as he smashed in reverse, aiming to throw the bloke’s balance to hell.
A mug flew at the back of the oversized Asian’s skull as Aurum retreated towards the coffee counter and untapped his reserves.
"Full Circle prohibits the use of such force, sir." Shin shouted as he spun to face the guy, drawing up a 4' tall, 3' wide rectangular shield. The green triangles snapped into place quickly, almost effortlessly, thanks to endless hours of practice. One could barely see the seams.
~*~
Aurum and the other clerk moved quickly as Shin stood against the hostile man, ushering customers in the shop to safety. Aurum waved towards the trademark revolving doors.
"Nothing to see here, folks. We've got this under control. If you'd all kindly—"
The other clerk interrupted him with an ounce of nervous in his voice. "For all your safety, we'd think it best those of you that can, make your ways to the nearest exits!!"
"And leave unpurchased goods on the floors, or shelves on your way out..." Aurum cut back in with a glare.
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Predator sighed slightly as he felt the skin-blistering hot coffee poured onto his back. Annoying, sure, but not too painful to one of Predator's experience. He turned his attention back to the young man whos arm he had grabbed. He saw the guy trying to struggle free, and said, "You are not being released until you tell -" Predator cut off as several shards of something or other flew straight at his face. He let go of the guy's arm and dodged to one side, avoiding the shards as the man conjured up a sheild. "You, you are a mutant. Damn, you don't know anything." That decided, he had to admit that it was probably a lone, unsanctioned mission from that particular officer.
"I have no quarrel with you, sir." He said.
Meanwhile, the officer saw the frenzied panic of people rushing out of the bookstore and decided to investigate. Drawing her gun, she began making her way to the revolving doors. This was disturbing the peace, and she was most definately going to stop it, whatever it was.
Predator saw the officer through the window, and moved to stand next to the door. As soon as he saw the gun appear between the crack of the revolving door, he pushed on it, hard, in the opposite direction. He heard the crackle of bones as the gun clattered to the floor. He then grabbed the officer by the front of her shirt, and pulled her into the room so that she was standing in between him and the door. "Well, Officer Hanes, long time no see, huh?" He said, sarcasim dripping from his voice.
"Predator. Not long enough. Thought you skipped town." She was scared, scared out of her pants, but she didn't show it. Not a tremble in her voice, nor a shake in her hands.
"Naw, I love this place too much to live anywhere else. Just figured I'd take a break, is all." He leaned back against the nearby shelf, hands behind his head. He was confident that no reincforcements would be called anytime soon. Hanes was in plainclothes, with no radio.
"How's that bullet-hole healing?" She said with a sly smile. She was trying to goad him into doing something rash. Smart woman, cunning. Predator began to acquire a modicum of respect of her.
"Oh, just fine. The burn wounds and vivisection scars are still a bit itchy, but that'll go away. I know from experience." Two could play at that game.
Shock showed on Hanes' face. So, she didn't know he had been tortured. And by her people, too. The evidence was right there on Predator's chest, plain as day. "I.. I.. I don't know what to say..." For a moment, she felt a flicker of.. What, Pity, compassion, kindness? To this monster, but she shook it off.
Predator just shook his head sadly. "Don't say anything, then." He stood up straight, looked down at the pretty body in front of him, and sighed. Such a waste, that she had to be a human. "I am sorry, though."
Hanes frowned in confusion. "For what?"
"This." Predator said simply, and lashed out with a foot at the very slight figure in front of him, sending her tumbling through the revolving doors and across the street, into a portapotty, hard enough to bend it's shell. She went down, and didn't get up. The doors slowly spun to a stop, unharmed.
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Danger, danger, danger. Thoughts of protecting the shop, the customers, the employees, rushed through Shin's mind as he raised his good arm, his focus on the shield sharply drawn. This guy... this guy. What was this guy... doing? Shin dropped his guard, shield shattering into nothing as the man seemed to lose interest in causing him bodily harm. What was... this was...
"Eh?" Was this good? Better than... nothing? Shin honestly didn't know how to respond here. He settled for watching the predator closely as he assaulted some woman with a gun. Then she was gone, out the door and across the busy street. Un... harmed? He certainly hoped. Shin walked towards the guy slowly, watching him for any sign of movement. He raised his hands in appeasement, like coaxing a suicide jumper down from the ledge.
"Okay. So... you seem to have calmed down now, what with the kicking and the not brutally slaughtering me instead. So can I ask you to leave now? Full Circle really can't have this sort of publicity. It's bad for the image, and... god, I sound like an idiot right now, don't I?" Shin muttered. He shook his head to clear it a bit.
