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 gorganite01 on Sept 21, 2007 8:08:55 GMT -6
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Shogun wa lead to some sort of training area by Sabrina. He was still wearing both swords, his longbow, hi quiver of arrows and his knife Hasoku. He set the bow and arrows aside, and mentally prepared himself. He was going to fight the thing that had been giving him nightmares for over two decades. He was going to fight the only thing that his grandfather would refuse to talk about. For the first time in his life, Shogun was afraid.
He mentally slapped himself. He was a samurai, not some common soldier who wets himself when the enemy gets close. He was the greatest samurai. He was not going to lose because he was afraid. He remebered his grandfather telling him, "Courage is not when the task fails to scare you. Courage is when the task scares you, but you do it anyway." Heartened by his grandfather's words, and knowing that he was fighting to honour his memory, he practised more mental disciplinary techniques, whilst waiting for his opponent.
Hunter stepped into the training room and gave a rod to Shogun. “Give me a moment to change and I’ll be right with you.” Hunter stepped into the changing room and returned a few minutes later in an outfit he hadn’t worn in over a hundred years.
He had on a scarlet tunic and pants with a sleeveless chain mail tunic over the top. Armoured gauntlets adorned each hand and greaves his feet. Buckled around his waist was an ornate belt with a gold pattern worked into it and a solid silver buckle. At his left hip was the leather scabbard in which his centuries old sword rested. He looked every inch the noble warrior.
“Well Shogun,” he announced as he moved to stand opposite shogun, his left hand resting on the hilt of his sword, “I must confess that I have been looking forward to this. It is a marvellous thing, engaging another man in battle, steel against steel.” He drew the elegant blade, the ring of steel filling the room. Holding it before him in a defensive posture he called, “En guard.”
Posted by gorganite01 on Sept 23, 2007 11:13:34 GMT -6
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As Hunter was getting changed, someone turned up with Shogun's armour. Shogun took the chance to get changed as well, and the years of putting it on almost every day payed off. He was finished before Hunter, and waited for him to return. He stepped out of the changing room, and the shroud filled the room. Shogun put a hand o the hilt of each sword, and felt the reassuring presence of the worn leather. He could see Hunter's movements, but the shround filled the room to the extent that it made it much more difficult. A pulse identified the clothes and armour, and Shogun made a note to not go for the chest if he could help it. He drew both swords, the distinct ringing reverberating around the room.
He knew that this would sometimes distract an opponent, allowing Shogun a free strike. He'd won a fair number of matches in one blow in this fashionm but he doubted that it would work against Hunter. He swung anyway, sweeping around with the large sword whilst keeping the smaller sword back to block any of Hunter's attacks.
Shogun had donned armour himself and launched the first attack. He attacked with his large blade, keeping the smaller for defence. Hunter raised the gauntlet on his free hand to block the sword, the gauntlet having being reinforced to withstand the sharp weapon.
Simultaneously Hunter lunged with his own weapon, aiming for the gap in the armour at the shoulder of the arm that was holding the large sword. The lunge wasn’t made at superhuman speed, he would first test the Samurai at human levels of strength and speed before utilising his enhanced physique along with centuries of experience to show him the true extent of Hunter’s fighting ability.
Posted by gorganite01 on Sept 23, 2007 12:44:55 GMT -6
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Shogun didn't expect the gauntlets to be strong enough to withstand a straight strike from his longer sword, and didn't want to test the chainmail. He'd be best off aiming for the head, or for the limbs. He saw the lunge aimed for his shoulder, and assumed Hunter was aiming for the gap at his shoulder. He brought his sword up, needing to use his super-human reflexes to stop it. The shroud of Hunter's true evil was choking, but in the adrenaline rush of the fight, Shogun was slowly gaining enough focus to see past it.
The Samurai had deflected his sword with his short blade, which wasn’t unsurprising, although the speed at which it was done was mildly impressive. However, Hunter hadn’t finished his attack and with both blades now occupied, one on his gauntlet and the other on his sword Shogun had nothing to block with.
Twisting his sword he kept it looked with Shogun’s while bringing his fist around aiming for an upper cut. The motion flowed effortlessly with the Samurai’s block, moving with it in a way that made the block almost seem like part of his attack. While it would be a non lethal blow if it landed, it would most likely be stunning.
Posted by gorganite01 on Sept 24, 2007 5:42:26 GMT -6
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Shogun was gaining his focus now, and and was prepared. As the fist came up, Shogun leaned his head back, so that it only glanced his eye-less mask. It still knocked him back, but only one step, which gave him room to recover slightly. It also allowed him to bring up his long sword, and he jabbed at Hunter's arm. He aimed for the upper arm, so it wouldn't be stopped by the gauntlet. He also brought his short sword quickly outwards and then swung it back in, so that Hunter would have two things to worry about.
The fist strike had missed, but honestly Hunter had not expected it to connect. The Samurai’s counter attack was good, two pronged causing him to split his focus and both attacks coming from different sides. Shogun was trying to utilise his advantage of having two weapons to Hunter’s one, but one was all he needed.
Hunter twisted sideways so the long sword lunging for his arm slid past his front instead. Without looking he flicked his sword down and round, bringing it up behind his back to block the short sword. Having defended Shogun’s attack Hunter moved to strike back.
Reaching up with his free hand he aimed to grab the long sword. If he got hold of it he would twist it around to force Shogun to turn. In doing so it would put his short sword further away, making it difficult to counter attack. With the twist taking Shogun’s short sword away his own weapon would be free to slash at the man’s stomach.
Posted by gorganite01 on Sept 24, 2007 9:07:41 GMT -6
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Shogun was no longer thinking about what he did, he was worried that doing so would cause him to be lost in the shroud. He was going on instinct, and as he saw Hunter's hand coming, he flicked his wrist, lifting the long sword up and swung the short at the arm. He hoped that Hunter would focus on not having his elbow sliced open, and wouldn't notice the long sword swinging back down towards his head. If Hunter didn't react fast enough, Shogun would try to stop the sword, but chances are he'd probably at least injure his opponent anyway.
Having had enough of the warm up Hunter decided to take things a little more seriously. Dropping into a crouch he manoeuvred his sword into a position to block both strikes. While the Samurai was good, Hunter was better. Not only was he physically superior but his skill was derived from experience that Shogun could never hope to attain, even if he spent his whole life training.
He didn’t remain in the crouch long, as the moment both of Shogun’s blades were touching his he sprung up to his feet shoving the blades up with strength far beyond that of a normal human. Simultaneously he lashed out with an open palm to the Samurai’s chest with enough force to take him off his feet.
Posted by gorganite01 on Sept 24, 2007 12:03:13 GMT -6
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Shogun saw the duck, but couldn't move his blades anywhere near fast enough for what happened next. As Hunter blocked both of them with his sword, they were thrown upwards, leaving Shogun wide open. How can he be that strong? Then Hunter's palm shot out, sending Shogun flying backwards. He landed on his back, and noticed with annoyance that there was a dent in his armour. Breathing was now harder, because his lungs couldn't expand as far. That, and the bruise that was probably blossoming in many pretty colours wasn't helping in the slightest.
Shogun was quickly onto his feet, but now he was worried. He remembered Kit mentioning something about mutants, and how he was one. Could it be that Hunter was one of these 'mutants' too? He felt the shroud pressing in around him, seeming to crush his very soul. He should have just stayed in his mountains.
NO!! He wasn't going to give in. He had never given up on a fight, and wasn't about to start now. With both swords, he lunged straight for Hunter. Not the most complicated of attacks, but with the strength and skill that Hunter seemed to have tucked away, there wasn't alot else he could do. If he was going to lose, it wouldn't be with the shroud drowning him. He would go down fighting.
Shogun recovered quickly and launched straight into a counter attack. Hunter decided to end this. He had evaluated the man’s skills, and he was good, possibly with the potential to become exceptional. Also he clearly had some ability to sense those around him. Form what he had gathered the man seemed unaware of mutants, so asking him to explain his ability could prove difficult, if not pointless. There was a much easier alternative. Blood. A small cut would suffice, as Dr Ingram could start replication. He’d have a usable sample in a few days.
All those thoughts were computed at the same time as Hunter countered Shogun’s attack. Stepping forward he placed his sword, point down, between Shogun’s blades. With a flick of his wrist he span his weapon around, connecting with the Samurai’s as it did. The speed of the manoeuvre wrenched the swords from the blind man’s hands, sending them flying in opposite directions across the room. Not wasting any momentum Hunter continued the movement round, slashing his opponent across the thigh near to the knee.
The cut, along with the disarming move that had left him unbalanced, caused Shogun to drop to his knees. Keeping the sword moving he brought the tip around and placed it under the Samurai’s chin. The whole move had taken a second from start to finish. “You’re impressive Shogun,” Hunter conceded, “and have the potential to be outstanding. However, when all is said and done you are still the one on your knees with a sword at your throat. Yield.”
Posted by gorganite01 on Sept 24, 2007 14:30:21 GMT -6
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Shogun had seen it all happening before it happened. But noone was fast enough to be able to block that. Noone was fast enough to do it. This Hunter was definately not human. "You have bested me. I yield." One of the marks of a great swordsman, is being able to admit defeat. No good swordsman would throw his life away because he was too arrogant to know his own limits.
What now? Was Hunter actually going to kill him? With the speed and strength that had been exhibited, he could do so easily. His personality certainly wouldn't prevent him from doing it. But Shogun had agreed to the fight. At least it would be an honourable death.
Hunter pulled the sword away and took a handkerchief from an attendant. Whipping the blood form his sword he handed the cloth back to the attendant who would take it down to DR Ingram to begin replication and analysis. Returning his blade to its sheath he turned to face Shogun.
“I have a proposition for you. You stay here and work on your swordsmanship, with my help when I can spare the time. In return I will occasionally have situations that can only be resolved through force of arms. When such a situation arises I will call upon you and you shall fight for me, at my side on occasion, as payment for the training which you could receive nowhere else in the world.”
To someone of Shogun’s mentality, to perfect the art of sword fighting, it would be a tempting offer. It would also appeal to the old Samurai ways, where they would fight for their lord when called upon. All that remained was to see if Shogun would accept him as his lord.
Posted by gorganite01 on Sept 24, 2007 14:47:11 GMT -6
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So this man understood samurai. He would teach Shogun, and Shogun would fight for him. Was Hunter trained as a samurai? That would explain his visit all those years ago...
"The chance to be trained by the only man to have bested me, and to have true opponents, is not one that I could decline. I accept your offer. I will fight for you." AShogun stood up. "Does this mean that I'll stay here, in America? Because not all of my things were brought with me." He was actually mainly worried about his horse. True, she could look after herself, but he would be happier to have her here with him. And there were a few items that had belonged to his grandfather, that he would like brought over.