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 ladyspade on Apr 14, 2006 20:45:42 GMT -6
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Her pupils dialated and her ears pressed back against her head.
It was just like back then, when she couldn't move and she couldn't look away. And more than the physical pain was the emotional pain because this time it was two people she really loved...and they were hurting her mercilessly.
She screamed loudly. In actuality she doubled over and grabbed her head but in her mind she was immobile and helpless.
The rabbit, however, only found air where it sunk its teeth. Evidently, not everything in the room was completely real at the moment.
This time she could actually hear the voice with her ears. "I told him that when he finally had something to lose... I'd make sure to take it away from him. And then like an idiot he brought you with him. My brother was always a fool."
The scene continued to play out, but even as it did, a more familiar presence knocked at her mind, like it was trying to find its usual place, but couldn't since it was... occupied.
Still, this shook the grip that was on her mind, and one of the figures melted into the nasty smirk of Michael's brother, Johnny.
Posted by ladyspade on Apr 14, 2006 20:57:56 GMT -6
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Daria gave one final push to get rid of the intruder and with his presence gone the images faded a bit. She stood, now aware of her body.
Her emerald eyes burned with a passionate fire. "Sorry that's not gonna work out for you" she unsheathed her claws and hissed baring her fangs. Dafi scurried by her side.
MIKE! Daria screamed as loud as she could before lunging towards his brother. She hoped he was alright.
There was a shattering from the bedroom as Michael crashed through the balcony window. In his panic he hadn't set up a telekinetic shield around himself, but he didn't seem to notice the two glass shards that had managed to stab into his shoulder.
"You son of a bitch, what the hell have you done!" he shouted.
Suddenly, Daria could feel none of the pressing of Johnny's mind, only Mike's... if she chose to let it in.
Posted by ladyspade on Apr 14, 2006 21:07:17 GMT -6
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Daria felt the pain like a blow in the stomach so she stumbled backward, doubling over. It was short lived as Mike burst through..and he looked a little angry.
She managed to stand and take a deep, slightly painful breath.
My Prince she thought to Mike, all the joy of seeing him rushing through. She joked not to lighten the mood but to assure him she was alright.
If Mike heard her, it was hard to tell. He siezed Johnny in a telekinetic hold and threw him across the room.
The room started to shift with Johnny's illusions, but Daria was quicker, coming in with her claws and slashing them across his chest. He gasped and cried out in pain weakly, but didn't have time to react before she spun around, driving her left heel into his stomach.
As she backed off with a look of disgust, Michael stepped in.
"How dare you," he growled.
"What will... you do about it, you self righteous bastard."
"You're a fool to have even thought about doing this."
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Johnny struggled to his feet, pressing his shirt against his chest to try to stop the bleeding.
"I'm Cassiel, you little fool. The Angel of Tears, the one who consoles and weeps for the suffering. The one who pays back every tear caused by cruelty."
"Then kill me." Johnny almost laughed, though he couldn't through the pain on his face.
Michael siezed him in a telekinetic grip and hurled him into the bedroom, where he skidded across the floor and slammed his head into the unshattered balcony door. "You deserve worse than that, but there isn't created anything horrible enough for you." "Then kill me. You know you want to. I know you want to. Every dark desire, every fear, every secret... All of it, Vassago sees."
Michael thrust Johnny into the air, holding him over the air outside the balcony, a ten story drop beneath him. "NO!" he finally shouted, hurling him back through the shattered door, slamming him into the wall again, finally knocking him unconscious.
Michael collapsed into a crouch, tears rolling down his cheeks. He'd almost done it... almost killed his own brother. Although now... he wasn't sure he shouldn't have done it.
He started to rush to Daria, but winced in pain as he finally felt the glass stabbing into his thigh. He started to pull them out, when a gentle hand caught his.
"No, let me," Daria said softly, touching each piece of glass in turn, and teleporting it out of the wound. Even as the bleeding stopped, held in through telekinetic will, Michael pulled Daria into his arms. His mind was completely open to her, she could see his every thought, feel every intention or emotion.
"God, I'm so sorry, baby," he whispered, sobbing quietly. "He hit me on the street, made me think that I had to go across town. By the time I got out of his range, I was too confused to know what to do. Then he'd had the stupid doorman programmed to not let me in, so..." he gestured wildly at the shattered patio door.
"It's all right, baby, he..." Daria's voice gave out as the terrors he'd replayed in her mind flashed through it again, and she just leaned into Mike, crying.
They sat like that for a few minutes, quietly.
"Baby... you know that I'd never..." Mike began, but the thought seemed too horrible for him to put into words.
"I know, hunny," she whispered back, her head still buried in his shoulder.
"I love you... so much," he whispered, running his hands over her braids.
It was a long while before he spoke again. "I need you to port us. All of us," Mike said, nodding toward Johnny.
"Where?" she asked, looking skeptically at Johnny.
"To my parents' house. I'll show you the way. We have to finish this before we head back," he said. All around them, their clothes began flying out of drawers and gathering themselves in their bags, and all of their shopping bags soared to their bed... followed by the bunny.
Half an hour later, the appeared on the front door of the Asters residence. Michael knocked impatiently, holding a now-bandaged Johnny in his arms.
It took a while for anyone to answer, but finally, Mrs. Asters answered, and promptly screamed when she saw Johnny. Michael entered, and since he was carrying 'her baby,' she didn't object, she was too hysterical over seeing Johnny injured.
"What's the meaning of this?" Mr. Asters demanded, entering the room from the den. He paled when he saw Johnny.
"You have a new mutant problem in the family, dad," Mike said coldly. "The little bastard attacked us out of spite... but that doesn't really surprise you, does it?"
"I don't know what you're talking abou-"
"What, you didn't notice? Sarah did."
From behind her father, Sarah, blushed and backed away, but Mike continued. "She noticed how odd he was acting, how there was something scarey about him, and other things that she didn't want to tell me."
There was a sudden mocking laugh, and Johnny vanished from the couch. The Asters family all jumped in surprise, Michael swore, and Daria hissed, looking around for signs of him.
"I... I don't smell him," she whispered.
He must have woke up on the way. None of use were expecting it... he made us think that we still had him. He probably just walked out the door when we saw him disappear. Michael tried to probe with his mind, but couldn't find anything. Either Johnny was gone, or his mind was too slippery for a tired Michael to pinpoint.
Michael stared down his father. "You can deal with Johnny however you want, but Sarah's coming with us."
"Absolutely not!" Mr. Asters shouted.
"Oh, yes she is!" Michael shouted back. "Johnny hates you, hates me even more, and hates Sarah because I love her. There's one place where I can keep her safe from him. And it's fitting, too... two of your children have turned out to be mutants, what kind of bets do you want to place on the third?" he challenged.
Mr. Asters was silent for a long minute. "Sarah, pack your things," he said quietly.
"Don't bother," Mike said, as two large bags soared down the stairs. He'd known that he would win this arguement... the idea that Sarah was a mutant was his trump card. His father wanted to distance himself once and for all from mutantkind. "Ship out anything else she has, I'll pay for shipping. I think I can afford it," he said, a sneer in his voice at the last part.
"Get out of here," his father growled. Michael looked at Daria and nodded.
"Bye, dad. We'll have the school send you the forms for Sarah," he said simply as he followed Daria to the door.
Outside, they all gathered around their many bags: Daria, Mike, Dafi, and Sarah. Sarah was hugging tightly to Daria and Mike, trying bravely not to sob too much. "Where are we going?" she asked, her cheeks wet with tears.
"We're going home, sweetie," Daria purred, smoothing the little girls hair.
"Somewhere that Johnny won't be able to hurt you," Mike added. "You're going to stay with us now."
Inside the house, two sets of eyes peered through the curtains, until with a flash, they all disappeared.