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 Amp/Vibe on Dec 21, 2007 17:01:56 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
(OCC: Split from Guards' Barracks. Timeline in sync with the 7 week jump, but after Gore and Shrapnel's escape. I'd like Hades to post first, but after that, anyone is welcome.
Amp had lost track of how long she'd been in the camps. She didn't want to know. Keeping track would have meant that she expected to leave at some point; Amp didn't have any hope of leaving, even after learning of the prison break on the Men's side. She couldn't do anything herself power-wise, and she didn't have a shred of faith in any of the other women to break them out. Her sister probably thought she was dead. Her sister might be dead, for all Amp knew. Having gone head-to-head with two of the Stalkers, she had very little hope for anyone, save maybe Abyss, surviving the Sanctuary Raid. If anyone did survive, it would be smart to go into hiding.
Vibe and Kaz had been right from the beginning about Registration. She should have listened. Now it was too late.
In short, Amp had given up.
However that didn't mean she was going to mope away the rest of her life in this place. If she was going to die here, she was going to make sure everyone else suffered with her.
Because of her diabetes, and the risk of her passing out on them, she'd been relegated to double cleaning duty, meaning she spent her entire day cleaning up after the scum running the place. She had no official escort, mainly because she lashed out at anyone and everyone nearby, but she was watched the entire way from a distance. Had she been thinking, she could have used that to her advantage and that of the other inmates.
Instead she scowled darkly, daring anyone to set off the ticking time bomb she'd become. At the moment her hands were full, hauling buckets of soapy water from the laundry pool to the Guards' barracks. One guard had his back to her as she approached. Rather than steer around him, she shoved by, spilling water on the ground and his feet, before continuing on.
Posted by dragonking on Dec 23, 2007 8:43:16 GMT -6
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It was Grunt’s turn to patrol the barracks, over the past few weeks he had been reported for instances for beating/fighting with mutants and even with other guards. He always invariably won as he had one special advantage. What with the rough past that he had been in so many fights, and what with is SEALs training, he had had so much damage done to his pain receptors over time that most of them were not that responsive, making him a lot less sensitive to pain, also due to many injuries a lot of nerve clusters had eithe3r been removed or moved, making it hard to use some typed of martial arts against him. So say if you kneed him in the groin he would probably let out a hiss and then keep hitting you till you could not get up.
Grunt was shoved from behind, then cam the sound of spashed water and the sensation of water in his shoes. “Hey, going blind as well as being deaf are we now?” he sarcastically spoke as he did two vicous and powerful kicks to the back of Amp’s knees. She was lucky, if he had hit her knee caps, they would have snapped in two, but as it was if his kick went home she would have very sore knee joints and instantly fall to the ground.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Dec 23, 2007 11:27:44 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Amp hissed as she fell, spilling both buckets. She landed on her hands and knees, scraping all of them on the ground. She turned and glared at the guard icily. She reached out with one hand, snatched up one of the overturned buckets, which still had a bit of water in it, and tossed it at him.
"What's the matter, sewerbreath? Afraid of a little soap?" It was the most she'd spoken in weeks.
Posted by dragonking on Jan 4, 2008 1:50:12 GMT -6
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The bucket hit Grunt in the face. He took one step back, shook his head and glared at her. “So! You aren’t dumb! Well that is a surprise, you useless excuse for a creature.”
With that he pulled out not his shock baton, but something he had bought not long ago, a cat-o-nine tails. But to be sure he would hit he first tapped the button on his belt, sending a shock to her collar, then he reached his right arm back and in one fast blur of mation brought the whip down on Amp’s back.
Amp sneered as the bucket made contact. Served him right.
“So! You aren’t dumb! Well that is a surprise, you useless excuse for a creature.”
Ever sarcastic, Amp began to mock the guard. “So! You aren’t dumb! Well that is a surprise, you useless excuse for a creature.”
Unknown to Amp, the sentance came out in the guard's voice. Not just an imitation, but in the exact same voice, as if Grunt had simply repeated himself.
Suddenly she inhaled sharply, as her bracelet sent a shock up her arm. Startled, she fell sideways. It was enough distraction that she didn't see or feel the whip coming at her. The double pain made her hiss. Now enraged, she launched herself at Grunt's ankles, snarling like an animal.
Posted by dragonking on Jan 7, 2008 1:49:32 GMT -6
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Grunt smiled smugly as Amp arched backwards and hissed in pain. Then he froze for a second in shock at the mimicking, he was on the verge of making a insulting comeback when his legs were shoved out from under him. He dropped the whip in reflex, rolled (in a pool of water) landing on his feet with his back to Amp, he spun round, dropping to a stance and jamming the controller button in one smooth motion, ready to dish out pain.
On second thought he swung his solid watch over his knuckles, his metal watch would make a good knuckle duster, seeing an opening, he swept out one leg intending to knock Amp off balance, and then deliver a brutal punch to the stomach.
Amp grunted in satisfaction as her charge brought the guard down, then yelped as electricity surged through her. The pain was intense, but with it came a set of vibrations through the air, sound waves that her body craved. She drank them in like an addict, and a slightly insane giggle left her throat.
His punch impacted with full force, sending her reeling. She gagged, and spat a bit of her breakfast out on the ground. She snarled and rushed him again, grabbing the second bucket as she went.
The snarl came out in an eeriely perfect version of a Stalker bot, as if one of the metal menaces were fighting, instead of the tiny redhead. Again her bracelet shocked her, throwing her attack off balance.
Posted by dragonking on Jan 16, 2008 21:08:02 GMT -6
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Suddenly Grunt stiffened, and then backed away, a look of slight fear and understanding in his eyes, which was unusual. Understanding that in front of him was one of two people in the whole guard unit which he respected who could potentially kill/wound him.
A quiet carrying voice spoke from behind Amp. “You lost the bet, I get to break her.” It was Shahiel emerging from his room. “Alright but after you finish, her ass is mine.” Grunt leered at Amp, he spoke with a sneer that would have made slime back away in fear “After he is done with you, if your not the most wounded piece of ass in the camp, you will certainly be the sorest, and we will get to know each other REAL WELL.” He laughed, and left, calling over his shoulder “Ill be back to collect her.”
(occ hope I did not mod you too much!) As Amp spun round to face Shahiel, and bucket swinging round with her. But Shahiel was not there, one leg was already in mid air, it connected with the hand holding the bucket, sending it spinning across the room. As soon as the first foot touched the ground he was pivoting to bring the next to bear, his heel impacting her left cheek. For an instant she was horizontal in mid air with Shahiel facing her. Shahiel once again brought up his right leg in a flash hitting her spine, she arched in mid air. Right leg came down, Again Shahiel pivoted on his leg, turning anticlockwise as he brought his left foot to above shoulder height and smashed in down onto her stomach. She landed, HARD.
Looking down at her stunned form, Shahiel thought that it was a pity to bruise such a nice body, but then again, at least this was better that what Grunt would do to her later.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Jan 17, 2008 22:53:25 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
(OOC: No worries, permission was given in the Cbox. )
Because of the drugs being covertly spread among the Camp imates, via their food, Amp's naturally enhanced hearing had been steadily dulled over the past two months. That, combined with her focus on the waves she was picking up from Grunt, as well as the surprise shocks coming from her bracelet, distracted her enough that she couldn't hear someone coming up behind her. She thought the guard's expression was due to her attack on him. Until she read his next words.
“Alright but after you finish, her ass is mine.”
She frowned. 'You' who? His next statement further confused her.
“After he is done with you, if your not the most wounded piece of ass in the camp, you will certainly be the sorest, and we will get to know each other REAL WELL.” He laughed, and left, calling over his shoulder. “Ill be back to collect her.”
'He' who?? She was confused enough not to shoot the parting acid retort on the tip of her tongue. Instead she turned to find the new threat. She was expecting a stalker, or possibly the Customs supervisor that she'd resisted when she was first brought in.
The attack came too quickly for her to see. But she felt it, like a flash of white in a blackened room. Her hand alternately went numb, then felt as if it were on fire, and she dropped the bucket. An instant later the pain shifted rapidly from her face to her back, then into her stomach. Her eyes went wide, and she gagged up the rest of what was in her stomach. Pain flooded through her body so quickly that she didn't even feel herself hit the ground.
At first she didn't see the figure standing over her; she simply lay where she fell, staring up at the sky, trying to figure out what just happened. But the instant he did come into focus, her expression changed rapidly to one of pure, unadulterated hatred. She tried to roll over and stand, but only succeeded in the rolling over part, and halfway pushing to her knees. She raised one hand to wipe her mouth, trying to speak. But all that came out was another Stalker-like screech-slash-hiss. The bracelet came alive again, and her arm nearly gave out beneath her.
Her fist clenched around a handful of dirt and gravel. She snarled, and turned to throw the dirt at his eyes, her movement slowed by both pain and fury.
Posted by dragonking on Jan 23, 2008 8:09:51 GMT -6
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Shahiel’s eyes showed no remorse, not even a trace of pity as he calmly pivoted on his right foot so his back was to her and thereby avoiding the dirt. At the same time he calmly grasped her wrist in both hands and in one smooth bent his knees slightly, hauled her wrist over his shoulder and pulled. What he was doing was a totall wrong version of te over shoulder throw, normally one hand grasps the neck and the other the waist and uses the attacker’s momentium to hurl hem/her over your shoulder. What Shahiel was doing was yanking Amp up, pulling her arm over his shoulder and then in a heartless move yanking the arm down, so that between her arm and his shoulder if he did it right her shoulder would pop out of it’s socket.
That completed, followed by the complimentary sound effects, he dropped his left elbow and curled his left hand into a fist. He brought his right palm over to push against his left fist and using the combined strength of both arms drove his left elbow into Amp’s stomach in a move that would catapult her backwards onto her back.
He stood looking at her, she really was rather pretty. Hmm. While she was unconscious he reached into his pocket and extracted a special needle. Walking over to her right shoulder, (the one that had not been dislodged) with an expert hand he drove the needle straight into her shoulder bone (the tip of the needle was barbed) and then broke the body of it away.
The result was that the victim would wake up with what looked like a mosquito bite mark that would fade in time. Unknown to them a needle head would have been embedded into their bone that would slowly start to release poison. Poison that would make the victim slowly, oh ever so slowly go completely mad with pain, but the poison would only start to take effect in two days, and the trip to insanity would normally take two years, weakening the victim so that they did not even have the strength to commit suicide.
That done he straightened up and waited for her to awaken.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Jan 23, 2008 18:11:27 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
As small and delicate as her frame suggested she was, Amp was not fragile. From birth she and Vibe had been in and out of doctor's offices, for everything from emergency surgery to minor fractures, and everything in between. The girls played rough, even before their mutant abilities had reached full strength. They had high pain tolerance levels, Amp even moreso than Vibe.
But this.... this passed that level and left it in the dust. She heard, more than felt, her shoulder dislocate. It hurt, there was no doubt about that, but she'd felt it before. Had that been all, she could have dealt. Especially with the fury coursing through her blood. Anger had a tendency to dull the senses to reality.
Her body did have limits, however, limits which had been worn back from life as a prisoner. The double attack was too much for her. She crashed into one of the water buckets as she fell, and between the two, darkness claimed her mind for a short time.
She wasn't unconscious long, less than five minutes, and she woke with a coughing fit. Nausea flowed through her, blurring her vision. There was a soft vibration running through her body, but it was quickly fading.
"Vibe...." she moaned softly, still caught between unconsciousness and consciousness.
Shya had been very comfortable in her bed when she was awoken by sharp sudden pain in her shoulder. Her cuff buzzed giving her a warning then a shock, but that wasn’t felt with what came next. The new sensation sent her back arching with the surprise. Empathy wasn’t the easiest thing to deal with. Was the very reason Shya had avoided hospitals and nursing homes. Most of the time she’d turned it off.
She forced herself to relax and the pain went away, leaving an image in her head. The guard barracks! Without letting herself breath, she scooped up her cane and made her way out, looking for someone to help. Bare feet shuffling just behind her cane that tapped every other stride.
She reached the guard barracks, feeling suddenly lucky someone forget to lock the door. (James.) Scooting inside it was now a matter of finding someone. Preferably someone who wouldn’t beat the tar out of her for being in there. But someone. Following her gut feeling, with her bracelet giving her a buzz, She knocked on one of the doors.
Posted by dragonking on Jan 26, 2008 14:11:30 GMT -6
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Shahiel, took a sheet of paper and wrote on it in clear and unmistakable writing “If the whole mess at the barracks is not cleaned up in half an hour you will not have two chances to get to know Grunt personally and one chance for me to beat some sense into you.”
The sign was simple and precise and unmistakable. Seeing that she was too weak to even reach for the sign he placed in directly in front of her face on the floor. He rose and strode out, leaving Amp alone.
At the other end of the barracks, Grit was awakened by a knocking at his door. “Who is it?” He asked. “Its not my shift.” Getting no response but hearing the knocking persist, he grabbed his shirt on and opened the door, whilst saying “Yes?”
The door opened and Shya jumped, nearly falling on her tail bone. “Sir please.” The blind girl grabbed for the guard’s arm. “I can’t explain this but I think I need,… I need you to follow me.” She said, beginning to pull him down the hall with her. Although a girl her size really couldn’t freely pull someone without their being willing to follow.
Inside Shya wasn’t sure what was really going to happen. She knew to trust her gut but her gut didn’t always work. I mean she was in the camps after all. Still she chose to lead the way to where she had gotten the empathic echo.
Soon they turned the corner in the hall and there was Amp. As if she could actually see, Shya found her way to Amps Side.
(Hope my GMing is ok here. If not I’ll change it.)
Posted by dragonking on Jan 26, 2008 15:19:30 GMT -6
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Of course Grunt returned to see the sign and Amp still on the floor. He let out a hearty chuckle. Seeing that she was conscious, he looked over and leered at her. In an over the top gesture, he faked a gentleman, “After you maLady.” He said gesturing to his room.
He first took a towel and wiped her off and popped her arm back in it’s socket, knowing that she was too weak to put up any kind of resistance. “Cant have you messing up my bed.” He explained.
Lugging her over his shoulder he took he to his room. He was close enough to let his breath wash over her. His breath had such a stench that a skunk would run and cover its nose. The door shut with a bang. What ensued….. Grunt loved every minute of it, knowing that this beauty was conscious every minute of it, he made sure of that. After it was over he left her naked in the pool in the hallway.
“looking into her half closed eyes and noting the bruises on her naked body, he said “I cant wait till next time, it will be far better than this time I promise!” with that Grunt strode off to go on shift whistling. He was in a very good mood.
Grit allowed himself to be led by this blind girl, well perhaps she was not so blind as she stopped next to… next to … he gasped “Noo, nooo.” He said shaking his head. He rushed to the body there. Not caring that the floor was covered in a mixture of blood, soapy water and vomit. He knelt down and felt for a pulse, steeling himself not to look ad the naked body. He saw the sign and sighed. “Wait here.” He rand to his room got a towel and a wet flannel.
He tenderly carried her to a clean patch of floor and wiped her face, while stopping himself from looking at the attractive body. He gently whipped her face. Her eyelids fluttered. “Are you ok?” he asked gently, care and concern showing in his face.
“Here let’s get you to the infirmary.” He quickly covered her with a towel, immediately seeming to relax a bit. He pinned the towel together with a few pins so that it would not slip off or become undone. Then cradling her in his arms he slowly rose, and carried her limp, bruised and battered body to the infirmary, with a blind girl in tow.