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.
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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.
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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...?
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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
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There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
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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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Laughing softly Syn nodded to Ty. “That’s fine dear, but I think you’ll want to pack up your stuff shortly after your visit.” A soft smile and slight nod were sent in response to Ty’s appreciation. “You’re most welcome Ty. I understand it was accidental for you and Miles to meet up, as for myself I’m happy to help you find comfort and direction.”
So he has to have physical contact for his talent to work. Good to know. Thanks for showing my Ty.
Remembering back to their first meeting Syn recalled most of what Miles had told her in regards to his dogs. It rekindled her interest as to how that could be used, but she was open to learning more of course. The way he could remote his senses to them or theirs to him was remarkable.
As Miles explained it this little demonstration was a little more advanced than what she had previously observed. “This sounds quite interesting Miles.” Syn tried to imagine how things might play out, but without knowing the full details of just how the dogs and Miles were connected as well as how much of their old animalistic nature was left she couldn’t come up with any plausible results. So all she could do was watch and wait.
The stick was thrown and Miles gave his command to his animals. Now it was time to see how things played out.
The sounds of screams, hollers and lots of commotion were not quite the results she was expecting. With Miles’ statement added to the disturbance Syn looked to the boy with raised eyebrows. Taking a slow deep breath she shook her head. “You’re forbidden from throwing sticks for the rest of the day.” She listened a moment more at the yelling from the people on the other side of the hill. “I believe you have something you need to do, and it’s not run away.” Her gaze now a stern one. “Let’s see how you get out of this predicament.”
Though this was initially a test to see how the boy and his guardians interacted, Syn had now turned it into a test solely on Miles to see how responsible he could be. He could easily command his pets to tear everyone apart, but would he?
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Ty gave Syn an understanding nod. "Yeah. I'll probably end up doing that shortly after." Then, he listened awhile as Miles explained what he was going to do, giving a low whistle at how complex yet interesting it seemed. This, he had to see. Of course, Ty didn't know anything about either of the other mutants' abilities, but he felt he'd just learn what he could, and if it was any of his business, they'd tell him.
Ty gave a slight smile as the stick was thrown, thinking a little. "Ya know...maybe it'd be easier if I went ahead and--" he stopped his sentence short as he heard the sounds of screams and anger and commotion. "...The hell?"
Ty stayed put, waiting to see how this would pan out. No way he was going to leave his new companions hanging. But just in case, he slipped off his gloves, leaving them in his pockets. He wasn't much of a fighter, and his powers wouldn't help any, but if he needed to, he hit harder with gloves off.
But for now, he just stood still, waiting for something to happen, body tense as Adrenaline started to flow through his veins, preparing him to either fight or run like a scalded dog.
The teenager gulped as he tried to get a sense of what was going on. He was changing visual perspectives from Astor to Tinaker and all he managed to see was the face of the other dog at the end of the stick while the background was a spinning blur. He could hear the screams from the ears of either of them and while some where scared shrieks from people trying to stay away, others were angry outbursts from guests yelling at the dogs and trying to break them apart. Miles managed to get a glimpse of someone picking up a chair to try and separate them. Bad idea! If the dogs thought they were being attacked, they had instructions to defend themselves!
Miles quickly tried to undo what he had done and salvage what he could with a mental command.
"Stop fighting and run!" he ordered. "Don't fight them and don't let them catch you!"
His senses back on his own head, he heard Syn forbidding him from throwing sticks and pretty much, laying the responsibility of this mess on his tiny, nervous, fifteen year old shoulders. You wanted to practice, Miles? You wanted to try out what you could do? Using your mutant abilities carries consequences and sometimes you have to man up and deal with those consequences. She wanted to see how he got out of this predicament and the first thought that crossed Miles mind to fix this was... non-existant.
"I don't know what to do! I just ruined someone's wedding!" he said in despair.
Some relief came from the voices behind the hill when the dogs managed to run away but there were other voices, mostly from men, who were seriously angry and chasing after them.
"Did you see those beasts!? They're freaks!"
"They weren't normal. Probably mutant dogs or something."
"Freaks all the same! Is that sword fake o real?"
"XV century real steel, bro!"
"I told you this was XIV century themed!"
Miles prided himself of having a tactical thinking mind. Well, now seemed like a good time to use it. What could he do? What needed to be done? The boy brought both hands to his hair as he tried to sort his ideas through.
"All right, first things first. They mustn't find out we're responsible!" he said, tacking that 'we' in there oh so casually, then considered his options.
He had a goth looking chick to his side and he owned goth looking dogs. Bad combo. The minute those people laid eyes on Syn, they'd think she owned the dogs and if things got from bad to worse, they could probably even hurt her. Poor Syn! She was so defenseless!
"Okey... Syn, you should go hide. Don't let them see you or they might think you own the dogs. Ty, you should go and... mingle" he suggested, thinking that Ty could pass for a random passerby. Instead of running away, he could pretend to join the crowd and try to calm them down if things got too hectic. Be the voice of reason or something like that.
While Miles himself, what could he do? He could... he could...
Wait a minute! There was no proof whatsoever that Miles owned the dogs! He kept them unleashed, so they didn't even have tags! If he just stood still and pretended to be an innocent teenager just minding his own business, then the men might never even find out he was their owner!
At that very moment, the voices got louder and closer. His two dogs jumped over the hill, Astor carrying the stick in his mouth while Tinaker followed submissively. A group of seven men dressed in medieval clothes and cloaks followed, two of them with swords in hand, one with a club and the last of them even had armor on.
Miles froze on his spot, a cold sweat on his brow as Astor deposited the stick down by his feet.
All attention was now on the commotion caused by Miles’ dogs as well as on Miles, as far as Syn was concerned. She had no idea what he would tell his animals to do. Would’ve been interesting if he had commanded them to kill everyone in the wedding, but she could tell from his nervousness that wasn’t going to be the case. His suggestions to both Syn and Ty only proved she was right.
Raising an eyebrow at Miles’ suggestion to her Syn stood her ground. “Oh no! I’m not going anywhere.” Reason being that she might have to be the one to pull his butt out of the fire if those people decided to be confrontational. One hopes anyways.
There was a slight breeze circulating through the park. Nothing too strong but enough to be felt. If she was going to have much effect she needed to start filling the air with her influence now. That way when the men reached them she would only have to stall them for a little bit while she worked her wondrous magic.
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Ty was still under the effects of his own blood rushing and tensing up in the commotion, but he got an idea. His mischievous side was now running in full force. There were people everywhere now. Distracted people. Distracted people that looked like they each might have a hefty chunk of change.
"I'll go slip off into the crowd," Ty said, calming down. "See what I can do from there. You know, like a distraction or something. Be right back."
With that, Ty slipped off, only he took the long way around so he'd end up behind all of the commotion. Okay the first thing he noticed was that these people looked pissed. Oh well, that was just more motivation not to get caught.
He sneakily made his way around the commotion, pulling a wallet out of someone's back pocket and slipping it into his own. On the off-chance that he bumped into anyone, or they didn't recognize him, he'd just explain that he was trying to get away from two large, vicious looking dogs. Then he'd swipe their wallet and be on his way.
After about three wallets, it crossed his mind that maybe he should actually start thinking of a distraction. But then...something else crossed his mind. Well, his sight. It was a pocket watch, and it was just lying on the ground, a little ways from the crowd. Score.
Walking over, he picked it up. With his bare hand. Bad idea...
The watch's history flashed before his eyes. The completed version being shelved, then paid for and bought by some guy. Then he saw it being passed down to a kid by an old man. And another. And another. And another. Then, it was falling, hitting the ground as the chain broke.
Ty's head was spinning as he came back to reality. His head was throbbing more than usual, probably because it really hadn't been too long since his power had last activated. Okay...maybe it was time to abort the distraction thing.
He staggered, groggily making his way over the hill. Suddenly, he was struck by a dizzy spell, before everything went black. Ty's body gave a jerk, then he just collapsed, rolling down the hill as his grip loosened on the watch and one of his snatched wallets fell out of his pocket.
When he stopped rolling, Ty lay at the bottom of the hill in a crumpled heap, out cold.
The men were angry. Ridiculously dressed, but still angry. They were approaching him now and Miles could feel a slight weakening of his legs. It wasn't so much that he was afraid of them per se, he had his dogs to protect him if things spiraled into chaos, it was just that... this had been totally and completely his fault. The feeling of guilt and his sense of responsibility was quite heavy and yet his desire to wiggle out of this one unscathed pulled at his moral fiber the opposite way.
In a way, he appreciated Syn staying next to him. She was a good friend and she seemed resolved into taking the blame with him, except... he didn't want to take the blame. He wanted to press an 'undo' button and make it seem like this had never happened. He had just ruined someone's wedding!
They were yelling at him now. "Are these your dogs, boy!? Did you know what they did!? Did you throw that stick!? Are you a freak!?" All the questions came at him loudly and almost at the same time, making them difficult to understand. Miles only response was a nervous stutter.
"Wait... I... I.. I guess.... I think..."
At that very moment and almost from the corner of his eye, he noticed Ty coming back over the hill, stumbling and then... disappearing behind it. Miles eyes opened wide and the people in front of him became a blur he was no longer paying attention to. His instincts told him something bad had happened and the only thing he could think of was Ty's mutation getting the best of him.
"S'cuse me a moment!" he managed to say before he darted past the angry crowd. One of them tried to hold him by the sleeve of his jacket but Miles pulled away with a jerk. This was an emergency! His dogs remained behind, next to Syn, as Miles himself ran downhill to where Ty had ended up, leaving the voices of the angry men behind.
"Oh shoot, oh shoot, pleasedon't haveyourbrainturnedintomush!" he mumbled as he reached the young mutant sprawled on the floor. Miles first instinct was to grab Ty by his wrists and pull his hands up, so they wouldn't touch the ground. The earth was like... a billion years old and he figured Ty's brain would explode if his mutation triggered while touching dirt. He then placed the guy's hands over his jacket, assuming his own clothes shouldn't overdose his brain with too much history.
Poor guy. He had slid and rolled all the way down, even dropping his watch and wallet that had slid down the slope as well. Luckily, no thieving bastard had gotten their hands on them, so Miles picked up the watch and slid it in Ty's pocket. He then picked up the wallet and tried to slip it in Ty's other pocket... next to his other wallet. Miles did a double take and opened the wallet he found to make sure he had the right one.
He would have... if Ty's name had been Kim Ho Chang and he were a fifty year old asian.
Ty had slipped off in the disarray and Syn hoped he would find a way to get away to safety. Meanwhile, she stood her ground next to Miles as she continued to fill the air with her pheromones. Depending how this played out she might have to give Miles some direction before the men could try anything.
At least that was her thinking before the boy made an excuse to dash off over the hill. We’re having a talk later Miles. “So these your dogs missy?” “Yeah are these [i[things[/i] yours?!” “They look like they could belong to you.” The men spoke in angered tones, and Syn’s response was to saturate the immediate area in hopes of dealing with them.
She needed to stall them to make sure she had affected them. “My, you gentlemen are dressed rather elaborately. You even have props to accessorize your wonderful outfits! How charming!” Syn’s tone came across as genuinely intrigued. “That’s because we’re having a medieval wedding. At least we were until those….things came crashing through!” No side tracking the topic dear. “Is that real armor too or just some shiny tin?” “Oh it’s real alright. Cost me a buttload of money to get it all together.” Syn gave a brief look of shock and slight nod. “Oh my! Are those real weapons also?” The man with the club nodded and smacked the blunt object in his open hand. “You better believe it!” A man with a sword tilted the weapon as to raise the blade up to eye level. “I even put an edge on it because it didn’t come with on.”
Wonderful! Time to see if she had a hold on them.
“I bet you guys like to duel each other lot then huh? Have matches against each other to see who wins and who has the better weapons or armor.” She paused for a moment. “You guys should all have a duel right now! You’re all dressed for the part.” Nodding to help give effect to her words as she slowly started stepping back away from the group. “I bet if no one is left standing it would be a draw. That way no one loses. You should all fight each other right now.”
Catching movement from one of the cloaked figures he was met with a sudden swing from the man with the club. The figure dropped to the ground unmoving. A Cheshire cat like smile spread across Syn’s face for a moment before returning to one of shock and awe as the men beat, hacked and stabbed each other to death.
Sighing from the entertainments end Syn headed in the direction Miles had ran off to.
All right, no need to jump to conclusions. Maybe Ty found the wallet, picked it up to return it to the rightful owner, got an overdose of history out of it and passed out, right? It can happen. It was plausible.
Miles was a little oblivious to his surroundings as he was too preocupied trying to figure out what to do. He bent over enough for his hand to reach Ty's face and slapped him softly on the cheek trying to wake him up.
"Ty?... Ty?... Ty?..." he asked, repeating the guy's name after every slap, but just to cover all his bases, he asked after his last slap: "Kim Ho Chang?"
Ty remained unresponsive and Miles felt like he wasn't doing enough. Maybe the guy needed to breathe better so he removed Ty's hands from his chest and placed them over his legs, then he tried to open his jacket so his lungs could work unrestrained. A second wallet slipped out from the inside pocket of Ty's jacket.
Oh man.
Miles picked it up, opened it and wondered if Francois Leterrier missed it. There was a bulge in another pocket, but the boy managed to glimpse a stuffed tiger in it, not another wallet. Great. Stealing from kids as well?
The teenager dropped both wallets on top of Ty's chest and checked his own back pocket just in case, finding his wallet still in it. Well, no wonder, it's not like he had anything Ty could want from it. There was a school ID for identification purposes in it, a picture of his family for sentimental reasons, three bucks and change for bus fare or a snack and a fluorescent condom in a hidden pocket for, you know... someday?
It wasn't until he heard the sound of metal against metal that his mind snapped back from the sudden rush to help Ty. He could see the wedding people from where he was, the priest, the bride and groom and several others were waiting around for the runaway guests to return but there was a din coming from behind the hill. That's when he remembered.
Syn! Oh my God! What did he do!? He left her at the mercy of those guys, with his dogs standing around! He didn't even command them to protect her and from the sound of it, some sort of fighting had broken out!
Miles heart skipped a beat as he brought his hands to his head. Three guests left the wedding group and started heading for the hill to find out what the ruckus was about. The teenager gave his dogs a mental order to hide and then started to head uphill when he noticed Syn coming down towards him, as if nothing had happened.
Cresting the hill emerald eyes scanned for their intended targets until they were located. It looked as if something had happened to Ty as Miles was leaning over him. Then he made the mistake of looking up in her direction. A rather displeased expression was clearly visible on her face.
Approaching the two males she kept her voice calm but with a hint of authority. “We need to get him out of here.” She gestured to Ty. “This isn’t a place for us to remain.” At this point the three other people from the wedding were close to the top of the hill. Any moment now sounds of horror would ring out.
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Ty's head was fuzzy. Short pieces of past visions danced in his head. In the distance--well, what felt like a long distance, anyway--he could hear voices, and what sounded like steel on steel. But he was so far out of it, it was probably just in his mind. He could have sworn he heard his name. And...Kim? Who?
"....get him out of here." Ty's eyes rolled open as Miles and Syn vaguely came into focus. "Wha...?" he mumbled, looking at the two of them. "What...happened? And what's going on?" He asked as he stood to his feet, checking his personal belongings. Okay, the tiger, three wallets and...oh! Leaning down, he picked up the pocket watch, putting it in his...pocket. Then, he straightened out his hair.
"My aching head...." he murmured, rubbing his temples. "So where we goin?"
She wasn't happy, that was for sure. Would you be if someone responsible for a mess took a beeline out of there and just left you to the wolves? He felt so guilty now. She had helped him when he needed her most and he had abandoned her when she needed him most. He had no idea how she managed to slip away from the angry men and he was relieved that she had done so somehow, but he knew a well deserved scolding was very likely. Miles bit his lip the moment she got close and immediately started apologizing.
"Syn, I'm sorry, I just saw Ty fall down and thought something really bad had happened to him! I had to come help him!..."
She seemed to be in a hurry because she wanted Ty awake and them gone as soon as possible, but the boy just kept on explaining himself and apologizing.
"I mean, poor guy, he gets these headaches and... and... I thought he was badly hurt and I'm really sorry for leaving you like that, but poor guy..."
Ty suddenly awoke in a confused state, asking questions and stashing back his ill-begotten gains.
>> "What happened? And what's going on? My aching head... so where we goin'?"
Meek Miles suddenly disappeared and an angry one took his place as he turned around and kicked 'the poor guy' on the shin. Apologies flew out the window and were replaced by indignant berating.
"We're going to jail, that's where we're going! You were pickpocketing other people's wallets! That's not cool man, and what if they caught you!? We'd be in serious trouble!"
No wonder Syn wanted to be out of there so quickly. This was oh, so serious!
With Ty regaining his consciousness and getting back to his feet Syn immediately knew that getting out of the area just got easier. That is…if Miles would just shut his little mouth. Grabbing the boy’s shoulder and turning him towards her, after he managed to kick Ty, she looked him dead in the eyes and with a tone that could kill, if she had such power, she only said one thing. “Silence.”
Gesturing to them both in a direction that took them away from the wedding and the horror. Syn made sure they all moved in a casual pace so as not to draw suspicion. Miles was going to need to do MUCH more than say he’s sorry in order to get back in Syn’s good graces.
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Suddenly Ty found his shin in pain, compliments of Miles's foot. "Ow! What the f--" He bit his lip, clenching his fists. He's only a kid...he's only a kid.... "What's the idea? You went through my pockets. That doesn't make you any better than I am. Not that I expect you to understand..."
Ty began to walk with them, suddenly not so fond of Miles. Though he could pack a heck of a kick. "Besides...jail isn't where bad people go. Jail is where bad people who get caught go." As an afterthought he muttered, "You got lucky. I normally don't get caught..."
Was it the green eyed stare? Was it the uttered word? Was it the mix of the two? Miles couldn't tell, but what he could feel was the ice behind the word and the eyes that made his blood freeze. He did it again. He shouldn't have said those things so loud. No one had seen Ty steal anything but if they heard Miles berating the guy, they could all get in a lot of trouble.
He knew Syn wasn't pleased with him in the least and this wasn't over by a long shot, so he ducked his head between his shoulders and simply obeyed the woman, following her without question. Ty complained about his actions as well, demanding to know why he had ended up checking his pockets. This bit he didn't keep to himself, but he whispered his reply, lest he disappointed Syn more than she already was.
"I was trying to help you breathe!" he muttered. "I wasn't gonna go mouth to mouth, so I just opened your jacket up and the wallet slipped!"
He was not going to make him feel like the perp here. While Ty seemed pretty confident of his skills, he seemed to forget he was a mutant now, and as most mutants Miles knew, their 'gifts' could be 'curses' as well.
"You fainted after you stole your stuff! A fifteen year old caught you! What's gonna stop your mutation from triggering with your hand on someone else's pocket? You're playing with fire, Ty."
He then turned to Syn, who was in a rush to get them out of there before anyone noticed them. "Where are we going?" he asked, since he needed to command his dogs to follow but he wanted to keep the hounds as far away from them as it was possible.
Looking around as they walked the dark lady spotted an alley way between a couple small buildings. She gestured for Miles and Ty to follow her. The alley had a couple large blue dumpsters nearly half way down the length of the passage. That would be a good place to stop.
Once they were out of danger Syn turned to them both. “Could the two of you quite bickering like an old married couple?” Her voice had gone back to its usual soft and relaxing tone. She looked at them both waiting to see if they would continue or not.