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 Liz Sundance on Oct 11, 2021 19:46:34 GMT -6
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Chapter 16: Afterglow
Eyes glimmered around the glade like a sea of stars.
She ignored them. Her eyes were steadfast on the horned man, every muscle tensed in challenge. The others were nothing. All those hounds, horses, and hunters. She’d savage each and every one of them or die trying. But she didn’t need to. She knew who was in charge. The only one here she needed to contend with.
She breathed in deep, sifting through the hundreds and thousands of scents available to her until she locked in on him. The earthy musk of a man who’d been riding hard. The sweat of his horse mingling with that of his leathers and hides. Even the oil used to polish his boots was blatant to her. She could smell his breath and hear his heartbeat even. She could sense every movement, everything he did. And she was ready.
He was fast, strong, skilled. She’d have to be faster, stronger, tougher. She’d need to go for his throat, draw first blood and rip the lip out of him before he could react, respond. Before he just killed her. She slowly began crouching, moving nearly imperceptible, in preparation to act, to spring into attack. Nothing and nobody was going to make her kill her own dog. She’d tear anyone to pieces before that happened.
Her mouth dropped open to expose her Jacobson organ and to reveal her teeth. She could practically taste his blood, feel his life draining out, imagine him writhing beneath her jaws and
Her eyes narrowed.
<<No.>>
She righted herself from her crouch and closed her mouth. <<No, it’s all over,>> she thought, her words directed right at the horned man.
Finally, there was movement.
A slow, fierce smile stole across his face and she could see phantom fires glinting from his eyes.
“Well done,” his voice rumbled across the dirt and grass until she could feel it echoing in her chest. “As you decree. The target is taken, the chase ends. The hunt is over. Let it be so.”
His words were quiet, but they rippled outward over the hunters and she could feel the hounds and horses relaxing. A wave of relief crashed over her as well and she relaxed some. She did not give up her position, though, keeping her body between the lord of the hunt and Zorro. She focused briefly on her companion and she felt his pain and confusion. It nearly made her fall over.
What had she done? What had she almost done? SHe could smell the blood on him, the blood that she’d drawn. She could still taste the blood in her own mouth. Oh God, what had she done?!
She let out a whine before she could stifle it and then abruptly sat on her haunches. She lowered her nose to Zorro’s side and he flinched away, his mouth opening in a weak snarl. She hung her head.
There was a soft thump and a weight struck the earth. She flicked an ear back and then shot a look. The horned man had dismounted and he was pulling something off the back of his horse. It was large, swaddled in what looked to be his cloak. He held it horizontally and she began to understand.
She growled as he got closer though. There were still many things that could go on. Even though the crowd around them had given up their silence and had started talking, chatting, and roughhousing in celebration of the hunt, she knew that could all change in a moment.
“Peace,” he rumbled, stopping a few paces away. “You are in no danger. Neither is your dog. The hunt is over.” He began to kneel and slowly lowered the bundle to the ground. “Yet our business is not yet concluded.” With that, he pulled back a fold of cloth from one end of the bundle and Elizabeth saw her face become exposed, a single gold lock glinting wanly in the moonlight.
“Time to return,” he said and then made a sharp yanking gesture.
Liz yelped and with a violent jerk the world fractured and blurred into blackness for a moment of eternity before she slammed back into place. She opened her eyes and she was staring into the eyes of a hound with a blood-soaked maw. The dog looked at her for a moment, and then trotted forward, licked her face, and dashed off into the brush.
She sat up, wrestling with the cloak for just a moment until she was confident she could feel everything. There were some bumps and bruises that seemed new, but her body was in working order. For now, at least.
Liz rolled over and knelt by Zorro’s side. “Easy boy, easy,” she said, laying a hand on his head and gently scratching behind his ears. His tail thumped weakly. “You’ll be okay.” Tears threatened to well up but she walled them off. No, not now. Crying would do no good. She needed to get Zorro help. Then find Nico. Get back to the mansion. DocProf could help. He could do wonders.
If she could ever return home.
Elizabeth turned back to the horned man, his face shrouded in shadow once again. “What. Was that.” she said, her teeth clenched, tears still threatening to fall.
He didn’t move. “It was what it was,” he said.
“What does that mean?” Liz shot back. “I nearly killed my own dog! What on Earth did you do to me?”
Even kneeling down like she was, the man still loomed over her, even without taking into account his antlers. He spread broad, powerful hands. “I did nothing more than you have done before,” he said gravely.
She glared. “I have never tried to kill Zorro before. You’re going to have to do better than that.” Her voice was getting lower, fire starting to fill her belly again. She shifted her weight backward in preparation of quickly getting to her feet. “I need an explanation.” And it had better be a good one. After all, she’d already tasted blood tonight. What was one more?
Posted by Liz Sundance on Aug 15, 2022 19:36:14 GMT -6
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Chapter 17: The Legacy Of Life
The horned man settled back on his haunches. The moonlight filtering in from above barely touched him, yet she could detect a crescent slash of a smile. “You know exactly what I did, Wildtongue,” he said. He planted the butt of his spear in the ground. “I perceive that thou has done the same on many an occasion.”
Elizabeth spat. She could still taste blood, despite none having entered her human mouth. “I’ve never pushed a person like that, forcing them to do things like that,” she said angrily.
“No?” he said with a cock of his head. Amusement entered his voice. “So you’ve never meddled with the wild beasts? Never played with their hearts like the strings of a lute? Your own companion reveals the truth of things.” With his offhand, he gestured at Zorro.
Liz stilled herself and bared her teeth. “That’s different,” she said. “I’m an empath. I make them feel things, that’s it.”
“Things that they would not otherwise feel, no?” he said.
Liz stared. “That is not untrue, but neither is it accurate,” she said. “Animals feel all manner of things, in different extremes.”
“But you can tell them what to feel and they do it.”
“Yes.”
“And you can overwhelm their minds with these feelings.”
“....yes.”
“And you can drive an animal to unthinking madness, that it gives no thought to its own safety or future.”
She stayed silent.
“But you do even more than that, don’t you?” he said, leaning forward. A glimmer of moonlight struck an eye and it shone green-gold.
When Liz didn’t respond, he continued. “You do not just feel them and make them feel things, you can corrupt them.”
Liz frowned and clenched her fists, but she didn’t speak. There was nothing she could say.
“You walk in their souls and bind their spirits in chains only you hold the key to,” he said, his voice deepening. “Other mortals they could resist or misunderstand, but never you. They can never refuse you, can they?”
Slowly did the blonde shake her head.
“Have you ever made an animal do something it did not want to do? Something it would never have done? Something it had no way of stopping? Have you ever marched a creature to its doom for your own ends? Sacrificing its life that yours may be preserved, or simply bettered? Have you ever led a lamb to its slaughter? Or rather, have you ever forced a lamb to slaughter itself?”
The silence was damning.
“I am not like you,” Elizabeth whispered through clenched teeth, a hot tear rolling down her cheek. “It’s different!”
“The only difference, lass, is that I am not lying.”
Elizabeth’s head shot up and she glared at the hunter. “This is no lie!” she said. “This is not who I am! I am no killer! I am no…no monster!” she spat.
“This is exactly who you be!” the man bellowed. “Killer or hunter, predator or prey, these are all natural things!” He rose to his feet and his towering height seemed even larger than before, his shadow falling over her and the cowering Zorro. “The wild is not evil, it is not good, is simply is! The wolf is not evil for culling the harts and hinds! The stag is not evil for clashing with rivals! The rabbit is not evil for devouring roots of vegetables! The birar is not evil for pricking mouths and hands! They simply are!”
He waved the spear around in a sharp, terrifying manner. Eyeshine from dozens of dogs and horses appeared in the darkness. “This is what we are, we kill to survive, this is the legacy of life!” he shouted. “The price of life is death, for adversity breeds strength, cunning, and prosperity! We do not deny this!”
He was suddenly crouched again and in her face. Spittle flecked her face but she refused to wipe it away or flinch. “Nature is a balance, it is never all one thing,” he said, his voice reduced. “Even the wolf chooses that which is ill or lame. Yet when it has killed, when its hunger is sated, it kills no more, for it is of nature. It knows too much death has momentum, that the death of all the deer will mean devastation even for its own kind.“
“It is when the wolf be injured or sick, or cut off from its kind, when the wolf begins to think different things. When the wolf chooses to enjoy the death, the killing. To roll in its strength, to dominate. The wolf that does not let go, that does not stop, is a terror to the land. These are wolves that we hunt. This is monster.”
His nose was nearly touching hers and she nearly gagged at his breath but she couldn’t look away from his eyes.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Sept 13, 2022 13:55:03 GMT -6
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Chapter 18: Monster
A sense of revulsion welled up inside Elizabeth and she nearly lunged at the man. I am not a monster! No! Liar! Deceiver! I KNOW WHO I AM!
But she was not filled with the same rage she had been earlier. She was not within the confines of a hound, susceptible to his influence which was frightening like her own. She was a human, able to control herself. “I. Am not. A monster,” she said slowly and carefully, the ire smoldering beneath every syllable. “I love animals. I do not destroy them. I do not…kill…them.”
A shaft of moonlight struck the man’s eyes and greenish-gold eyeshine stared back at her. Sadness fell across his face. “Ah, lassie, ye do not know what ye’ve done,” he sighed. He settled back on his rear, no longer directly in Elizabeth’s face.
“I have done nothing like that which you speak,” she spat.
The horned man laid his spear across his lap and scratched his jaw. “But you have,” he said. “I have seen it myself, this very eve.”
A deep frown darkened her face. “What are you talking about?” she asked flatly.
“When you thought me a threat, when first I revealed my presence, did you not seek to warp my dogs against me?” he asked.
“I needed to know what I was dealing with! I didn’t want mauled!” she said quickly.
“Did you not think to ask?” he said.
Liz laughed bitterly. “In my experience, stopping to ask usually ends up with me tied up or nearly killed.”
He inclined his head. “A fair enough point, child,” he said. “And the circumstance in which we met did have an aura of suddenness and danger, and your handling of my hounds was brutal, but effective. Under the circumstances it was a safe tactic.”
“Then why are you accusing me of being a monster? It sounds like you were the monster in your approach.”
“You undercut their drives, but you did not alter them,” he said. “Not like ye did to my horse.”
“Your horse…?”
“Recall thou what you did when I arrived upon my stallion yonder there?”
“I…I was startled.”
“And?”
“And I threw that fear back at the horse.”
“A horse that was obeying my commands.”
“I couldn’t exactly do anything to you,” she pointed out.
“So instead you attacked an innocent, one with no understanding of intention and morality.”
Liz frowned deeper. “That’s not…that’s not what I did,” she sputtered.
“Do you deny the pain you inflicted?”
“No, but I--”
“Do you deny targeting the horse?”
“No, but still--”
“Do you deny you would’ve done the same to me?”
“What? THat’s not possibles for me--”
“Do you deny it?!” he roared, lifting his spear and jabbing it into her chest.
“No!” she shouted in pain as the blow knocked her back on her elbows, her hair falling over Zorro’s form. “No, I don’t deny it!” she shouted, hot tears forming again. “I would’ve made you feel everything I was feeling and then some! But I can’t do that so I targeted your horse! Happy now?”
Her outburst crashed across the clearing like a wave. The man sighed again and shook his head. He waved a hand behind him and the sea of eyes began winking out pair by pair. Liz could feel the animals leaving.
“No, I am not happy,” he said, a weariness in his voice that Liz hadn’t heard before. “But I am hopeful.”
Liz stared up at him, his form towering over her despite his seated pose. “Hopeful for what?” she said, breathing deeply in simmering rage.
“Hopeful for what you may become,” he said. He rolled forward and with the grace of a deer he sprang to his feet. “Come, walk with me,” he said as he extended a hand toward her.
Liz didn’t move. “Zorro’s in no shape to walk anywhere,” she said defiantly. “I’m not leaving him here.”
“Of course,” the man said. He made a series of gestures and then Liz saw a quartet of people appear out of the brush behind him. A man in hunting camouflage and an orange vest, a rifle slung across his back was flanked by a woman dressed in breeches, deerskin does, a ruffled white shirt and a red coat that reminded Liz of the Revolutionary War. Behind them was a woman who seemed vaguely translucent and with a greenish tinge. Liz noticed her feet didn’t quite touch the ground and she made no sound as she approached Liz. The final member was a brawny, shirtless man whose skin seemed to soak up the moonlight like a sponge, at sharp odds with the glistening, intricate tattoos that seemed to sparkle and shine white in the pale moonlight.
The four had poles and various cloth and within seconds they’d constructed a simple stretcher and were loading Zorro onto it with care and respect.
Once again the horned man extended his hand and this time Liz accepted.