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.
He pulled the image directly from Bloodfang's own fears. He appeared as the man's own father (aged a bit). "What the hell are you doing, you useless cur!" he snarled, then lashed out with a fist, opening a cut on Bloodfang's lip. This first assault was telekinetic... once he was bleeding, though, Johnny had assured him months before that telepathy was all that was necessary. Just make him think he was being cut, and his blood would do the rest. "Is this what my son is resorting to? Little girls that he has to chain to the wall? You make me SICK!" Again, the figure lashed out, this time with a knife, slashing him across the face. "What the hell do you have to say for yourself, you worthless runt?" And as he 'spoke', Cassiel turned up the terror in Bloodfang's mind.
"You little fool, don't lie to yourself," he laughed, a mocking laugh. And after his father beat him some more, recreating a few very emotional scenes from when he was a child, the figure shifted, so that it was Fusionist standing over him. He found himself locked down to an interrogation table, as the worst interrogations he'd suffered at Fusionist's hands replayed as if they were happening all over again... wounds and all.
Finally, with one last use of his telekinesis, Michael sent Bloodfang flying across the room into the wall, and the figure morphed again into the Angel of Tears... hooded, winged, armed, and imposing.
"SHE IS NOT YOURS," he thundered, though no actual sound occurred outside Bloodfang and Emmy's mind. "EVERY MOMENT OF SUFFERING SHE ENDURES AT YOUR HAND FROM HERE OUT WILL BE REPAID IN YOUR BLOOD BY MY HAND. AND IF YOU TOUCH HER BODY... THEN YOUR MIND BELONGS TO ME. NOW GET OUT!"
Bloodfangs relieved moments had caused him to rant and rave like the madman he was. He yelled at his father as he beat him and he ranted at Fusionist for never letting him have his way. But mostly he screamed in pain as the blows fell upon his body.
Finally, when Cassiel appeared Bloodfang let out a weak whimper, scampering out of the room with his tail between his legs. He would soon go to the infirmary and it was certain that Gwen wouldn't find one injury on him, well except for the ones Emerald had inflicted during there fight.
Emerald looked up at Cassiel in awe of what he had just done. She couldn't believe it and she had a feeling no one else would ether, she was about to limp to the center of the room to talk to Mike when the chain jerked her back. "Sonuvabitch!" The Wolf girl snarled, jerking at the chain as best as she could.
She stopped for a moment and looked over at the Angel of Tears. "So....I just want to be the first to say that you should be called the Angel of Ass whooping. Also, were all the wounds you inflicted real or were they not. Because if not the only thing the Infirmary nurse is gonna see when she examines him is all the cuts and gash marks he got from me during our fight, which was one sided. That was still awesome Mike...thank you so much for that."
The wolf girl couldn't express her gratitude enough.
"Oh, the wounds are real... but they're all going to be from the wrong direction. Each cut or tear he had came from the inside, he thought he was being beaten, so his blood acted accordingly." He closed his eyes for a moment, then looked back to Emmy. "Two guards are on their way to take you back to your bunk. They think they're under orders to deliver you there without any abuse, so you can relax on the way back." He knelt next to her, cupping her chin in his hand to turn her face up toward his. "This isn't going to be easy, Emmy... I'm not going to pretend that it is. But we're going to get through this. I'll be watching, and I'll be helping as much as I can until we can actually come here and tear things up."
As he released her, he staggered a bit, and it was only then that his voice seemed strained. "Right now, though... I've about hit my limit. But I'll be back. Take care of the others, and I'll take care of you."
Emerald's tail drooped between her legs when she realized Mike would have to leave. She heard the strain on his voice and she let out a wolf like bark of distress. The wolf girl finally managed to get the chain free from the wall and hugged Mike as his voice was strained/
"Please don't be a stranger Mike. Come and Visit more often...maybe bring some food next time. I haven't eaten a full meal since I got here and you know how much I eat. Oh and Tell Daria that I knocked Deathstar around a bit and got her to bleed while we were at the mansion and while we were here. Oh and Jamal is with a bunch of friends I think its those two kids Gordon and Darrius. Please come back soon Mike." Emerald managed to get everything out she needed to say to anyone on the outside and to Mike.
"I'll be back, I promise. And I'll do everything I can. We love you... we'll never give up until you're out of here," he said. And, kissing her once more on the forehead, he vanished.
A few minutes later, a couple strangely friendly guards came and escorted Emmy out.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Dec 23, 2007 22:38:02 GMT -6
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Rupert intercepted those two strangely friendly guards as they came out of the building with Emerald. He wasn’t running, but he wasn’t taking his damn sweet time, either. Bloodfang had been bragging about his little extended conquest with the other guards. Even holed up in his improvised office, Rupert had heard. Rather belatedly. Bloodfang: now that was a freak who should be wearing a collar.
As he got closer, he switched his brisk pace to more of a saunter, and crossed his arms. “Well, look at you.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “So, are you Bloodfang’s mate yet, or did he get sick of you already, Oceanwolf?” The young mutie didn’t look good, but she didn’t look as bad as he’d feared, either.
Emerald snarled at Rupert, glaring at him with pure malice in her eyes. Her tail straightened out immediately, every piece off fur on it standing on end. The wolf girl hated the man right now it is because he was the reason she was stuck in this hell. He was the reason she nearly bled to death at the hands of her tormentor.
"Back of fleshbag, I'm really not in the mood for you right now." Emerald replied coldly, "If it wasn't for you and the rest of your police buddies I would be out racing on the track, hanging out with my friend or spending time with my family. But Instead I'm in the manifestation Of fucking hell!"
The wolf girl was pissed, needless to say and it wasn't exactly a good time for her to be taunted. "Do you know what a guard did under your watch? I had two pints of blood drained out of me, beaten, cut and molested by a psychopathic guard! You are doing a real cracker jack job running this place Rupert. Hey, why don't you go talk to Raina. She has been worried about you, I can tell my her scent."
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Dec 24, 2007 14:35:54 GMT -6
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Rupert wasn’t the least bit surprised by the sheer force of anger and ill-will in the wolf girl’s gaze. He was actually relieved. Something in his shoulders loosened when she tried to light him on fire using her will power as gasoline and her eyes as tinder. Whatever had just happened to her, she’d survived it. That right there was the Oceanwolf he knew.
"Back off fleshbag.” Definitely the Oceanwolf he knew. “I'm really not in the mood for you right now. If it wasn't for you and the rest of your police buddies I would be out racing on the track, hanging out with my friend or spending time with my family. But Instead I'm in the manifestation Of fucking hell!"
“Actually,” Rupert stated, with quite the clinical air, “that would be Congress you’d like to blame. I am a mere officer of the law, jumping when my superiors say ‘how high’. Or... something like that.” Never try to talk when you’re relieved: you’ll just sound like an idiot. Rupert never needed any help on that count.
"Do you know what a guard did under your watch? I had two pints of blood drained out of me, beaten, cut and molested by a psychopathic guard! You are doing a real cracker jack job running this place Rupert. Hey, why don't you go talk to Raina. She has been worried about you, I can tell by her scent."
Raina’s name cut through him like a shard of ice. He lifted a lone eyebrow, and used that sudden chill in his body to make a suitably frosty smile. “Raina... Raina... oh! You must mean the Ice Queen. You mean she still cares about me?” The ice shard twisted in his gut. “That’s cute. That’s really cute. Maybe I should tell your boyfriend about that—he seems rather thorough with things. Maybe he could carry a ‘message’ for me.” Maybe Rupert would sooner castrate the entire guard population by hand then let them near Raina. Though frankly, something had probably already happened to Raina, by now. She was beautiful, and she couldn’t scream thanks to that collar of hers. What freak could possibly ask for more? And he wasn’t talking about the muties.
“You know, Oceanwolf, if you kept that tail of yours down,” he pointed to the aggressively held bristle brush coming out of her rear, “maybe you’d be in good shape when your little friends came to rescue you.” He wiggled his eyebrows in amusement. “You do still believe someone’s coming to break all of you out, don’t you?” Rupert certainly did. Though honestly, he was about ready to strangle whoever the Resistance finally sent—the muties were taking their damn sweet time, in his opinion. Even those as tough as Emerald weren’t going to last forever: those were weaker than her were already falling, everyday. Yes. Yes, Rupert would very much like to have a friendly hands-to-neck chat with the Resistance.
Emerald was getting very mad, very fast. The wolf girl could'nt believe that the man could be so heartless, so pig headed, so irritating all at once. Emerald knew that part of Rupert still did love Raina, she had smelt it on him before she had been loosing her keen sense of smell due to the drugs. The Lupine female did want to kill the man though, if he did love Raina still, then why hadn't he helped any form a resistance in the camps.
The guy didnt make any sense to the wolf girl.
"Rupert, you still smell like you love her. It's a lovesick puppy dog smell I smell on you. It's an Overprotective male wolf I smell on you." Emerald told him, attempting to calm herself down.
The wolf girl took a moment, trying to allow her statements to sink into that thick skull of Ruperts.
"Hey Rupert do you know what I want to be when I get older? I want to be a detective. If I live long enough I want to be a female mutant detective, dealing in crime relating to Mutants in New York City. I want to prevent this from happening again. You were a pretty good detective, I want to become a detective like you...were. Besides there needs to be better law enforcers in this world."
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Dec 24, 2007 21:42:04 GMT -6
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Rupert was fairly well dumbstruck at “lovesick puppy dog smell”. “Overprotective male wolf” and “I want to be a detective” were rather hard to process, as well. The mention of him—him—being a good detective was plenty to break his silence, though.
“Emerald,” he said simply, shaking his head with a highly sarcastic smile on his lips, “you should have Gwendolyn check out that nose of yours. Have her check for a concussion, while she’s at it. I was never a good detective. Even if you survived this, and even if you got accepted onto the force, you’d make a crappy one, too. Face it: I’m a bigot about muties, and you’re a bigot about bigots. The force definitely needs more good people. But we,” he shrugged his shoulders, “are not good people. We’re just normal people. That’s the problem.”
He noticed her two escorting guards shooting him strange looks, and grinned at them. “Here I am, I’m forgetting what I’m talking to.” He shifted his gaze back to the wolf girl—starting at her feet, moving up past that tail to her eyes in a very slow sweep. “You’re not exactly a person, are you?” He motioned to her guards. “It’s about time to get the dog to its kennel, boys. Goodnight, Oceanwolf. It’s always a sheer pleasure talking with you.”
Having quite satisfied himself that Emerald Lupin wasn’t going to be on his list of dead in the morning, Rupert turned to leave.