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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Inside the limo, an ugly mug stared straight forward, the large and heavily-muscled driver in his seat. Though not one for conversation, he glanced in the rear view mirror to get a look at the companion Pompei had temporarily left behind. The divider was down, so they could see each other, and talk if Meld wanted to. He wasn't going to strike up a conversation. Not in his nature.
Pompei smiled. She liked his question.
"It helps to be a very charismatic person. I am very good with diplomacy."
Pompei gestured to a sign in the crowd. One of her supporters had taken a large picture of a rival, an anti-mutant rights activist, and drawn over it in protest. A very outspoken, older man, who seemed to always shout when he gave his speeches.
"I suppose... a big part of it is hate. One reason many people dislike him, and like me, is because he hates so many people. It is easier to dislike someone, who in turn hates everyone else. I, however, have made it my business to love everyone equally, and thus am very likable."
Hate was a big part of Pompei's message, or rather, the opposition of it was part of her activism. It was the thing she liked least, what she... for lack of a better term, hated.
She pursed her lips together in thought, putting a finger to her lower lip.
"Of course, there are still those who do not like me, and do not want to see humans and mutants together as we should be. I lead a dangerous life at times, but I have others who love me and keep me safe."
Pompei explained her answers very clearly to Ted. Even though he was only a young teen he still understood what she was saying. The best part was that she didn’t even make it sound like she was talking to someone younger or less intelligent. Hate? Ted didn’t understand. He didn’t know who the man she was talking about was, mainly because he didn’t watch the news, but he did know that there were plenty of people that didn't want a harmony between mutants and humans.
You didn't have to watch the news or anything to know that answer. Light started to dawn on Teddy. As she explained herself he nodded to show he understood. “Do you really think that just your speeches are making a difference? Or do you think that this might be fuel for the fire and make people madder?” Ted asked her once she was done answering his first question. Once this question was answered he didn’t really know what else that he might ask her. once this was done he might just return to the mansion and tell his friends what they’d talked about. Unless she wanted him to go with her or something, which he highly doubted.
Posted by vampyremage on Feb 3, 2010 20:09:25 GMT -6
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Meld sat in the limo on her own, awaiting Pompei's return. She felt a vague sense of curiosity at what she might be saying to the young teenager from the Mansion but it was in a distant sort of way. Unfortunately that curiosity was impossible to satisfy for the time being given that her hearing was merely mortal. Perhaps at a later time she might be able to create a pair of flesh melded ears. Her enhanced eye and tail eye had, after all, served her quite well since they'd been added.
Meld had learned the value of patience. During her organized criminal past she had worked with many individuals who demanded that one adhere to their own schedule and if you refused, well, things simply didn't go well for you. And thus she had no complaint at being made to wait. Being insulted at the necessity of doing so was pointless and, worse, counterproductive.
"I think... the power that the spoken word has in the world is more dangerous than any weapon, and more potent than any drug."
Pompei paused, choosing her words carefully.
"Yet at the same time, throughout history many great things have been accomplished, and the driving force behind these things is almost always the spoken word. Great people like Martin Luthor King, Winston Churchill and John F. Kennedy have inspired this nation through word alone."
Pompei had great respect for the names she just mentioned. There were many people in the history of the United States, and from around the world, that she had admiration for. She didn't plan to be counted among them, but she did want to follow their examples. She often referenced others in her speeches, feeling compelled to remind others of what has already been said.
The current issue at hand is no different than civil rights, women's rights, or any other.
"Great damage has already been done through speeches and arguments to hurt mutant rights. I believe I can help to do more good to turn the tide toward equality."
She gave Ted a tender, genuine smile.
"You know... I haven't spoken at many schools since I've been in the United States. Which school do you go to?"
Ted could tell that Pompei showed great respect for the people she’d mentioned, mainly because it wasn’t the first time that she’d mentioned them. The young mutant actually believed her. She sounded genuine and like she truly believed what she was saying. It was different when someone talked about something that they didn’t really truly understand or didn’t truly believe. She was one that really thought she could make a difference by using her current tactics.
“I go to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.” Teddy said in reply to her question. It was funny how they seemed to be both thinking along the same lines. He’d originally hoped that he would have been able to get her to talk at the mansion and now here she was asking him about the exact thing that he was planning on. Well it was like they said… ‘Great minds think alike.’ He didn’t exactly want to tell her that he was a mutant, at least not right away, but if she was here long enough or she came by his school she would soon see that he was a mutant. Maybe she already knew what the school was about and just from hearing the name she would know what he wasn’t telling her.
Posted by vampyremage on Feb 9, 2010 15:05:17 GMT -6
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Meld was far from perfect; a flawed individual just like all other individuals were, but patience was one of her many virtues. While she had many virtues she had just as many vices and she knew the truth of that well. Her main vice, of course, being her passion for bringing death to her enemies and taking pleasure in the pain of others. Almost she had managed to turn that greatest of faults into a strength, but never quite. Always it stalked her from the shadoes, her monster itching to get out, always needing to be reined in.
Just at the moment, however, Meld felt no such urge towards violence. Her monster, only recently, had been fed and was, for the moment, sated. Just at the moment she sat in Pompei's limo awaiting the woman's return and wishing that she could hear what was happening outside the vehicle. She accepted that she could not, however, and instead settled for merely watching out the window what was going on. She saw Pompei and the young teenager from the mansion conversing and watched.
Posted by nomadsax on Feb 10, 2010 22:58:45 GMT -6
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"I'd like to go back and talk to the lady some more... but how about this? I'll set up a meeting with your school's headmaster, and hopefully come by to let you and your classmates ask some questions and talk with you all. How is that?"
Pompei stole a glance at the limousine as she mentioned the other woman. She didn't like leaving her waiting couped up in the limo like she was. She'd forgotten to offer the bar in the limo to her, if she felt like a drink. Though, Meld did look kind of young. Perhaps it was better that she neglected to offer it.
Pompei pulled her business card from her pocket and handed it to Ted.
"Until then, if there's anything you need from someone like me, you can call the number on here, okay? Day or night."
She took a step back and put her hands on her hips with a smile, waiting for a reply.
“That sounds perfect.” Ted replied to her. The young boy took the card that she handed him. “Ok.” He said taking a quick glance at the number before he put it in his pocket. “Thanks a lot. I’ve gotta get going now.” He said to the woman. Teddy turned and started to walk back into the crowd. Once he was past the security guards, that were still keeping the crowds at bay, he disappeared into the crowd. It took a while for him to get away from all the people because they were pressed so close together. Once he was clear he continued on his way.
It wouldn’t be that long of a trip but he was late since he’d already taken, this little detour. Ted would have to hurry.
Posted by vampyremage on Feb 18, 2010 13:50:14 GMT -6
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Meld continued to watch Pompei and the little Mansion boy in their interactions. She might not be abl to hear what was going on but that didn't mean she had no idea of the nature of their speech. Education the youth of today could only mean good things for the future of the mutant cause and, pacivist or no, Pompei seemed to have a good handle on the mutant cause. A short while later Meld saw the boy depart and awaited Pompei's return to the limo. Hopefully she would find out exactly how she could be of service. The mutant cause was everything even if it sometimes took on aspects that were somewhat unexpected. The hows of it all weren't so much important anyway, not compared to the intent and not compared to the actual changes that could be made. Meld knew she had more extreme views than many, but that didn't mean she was wrong and that didn't mean those others couldn't also fulfill their roles. The cause took all kinds of people.
Pompei reached the limo and opened the door. She turned her back to it and sat down, before pulling her slender legs inside. Crossing one over the other and placing both hands on her knee, she smiled to her companion, though her attention would soon be drawn away.
"I am glad to see you decided to stick around."
She sighed, watching the paparazzi photograph the limo from outside.
"Like wolves searching for every juicy bit of meat."
Her eyes flew over to Meld, and she gave another, weaker smile.
This woman could be very helpful to her. Like she had mentioned before, though, it had nothing to do with mutant rights and everything to do with her own personal safety. If she were to deal with her brother, she would need someone strong with her, or else she would appear all the more weak to him and he would start to come at her more aggressively.
"A private plane is flying me to Hong Kong next week, so I may deal with a personal matter. The bodyguards I have are not up to task when dealing with the criminals that would come after me there, so I am in need of someone more capable of handling themselves."
While she spoke, Pompei pulled the fur from her arms and shoulders, removing just that bit of clothing. She was going home very soon, and was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. She lay her head back against the seat and looked to Meld for a reply.
Posted by vampyremage on Feb 21, 2010 12:53:30 GMT -6
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Meld nodded her head respectfully at Pompei when she finally reentered the limo and proceeded to listen to everything she had to say. It was a little disappointing to hear that the matter she had in mind for Meld to help her with had nothing to do with the mutant cause but she still had two things working in her favour. The first was that she clearly was working for mutants and doing good deeds with her speeches; she was swaying people. The second was that she had an air of wealth about her, if the limo was to be of any indication.
"The main question I have for you, Pompei, is how much does this mission of yours pay? For the mutant cause I will sometimes work for free. For a personal cause I expect payment for my services." She was all business. If the price was right she was willing to play body guard for a while. She certainly had the experience behind her. Once price had been decided upon then they could work out the risks and logistics of the mission.
Posted by nomadsax on Feb 26, 2010 14:00:01 GMT -6
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[OOC: Sorry for the late reply. A lot of things piled up at once for me this past week and I had to settle them first. Also, I'm sorry this post is short compared to my others.]
Pompei ran a hand through her hair with a sigh.
Coming up with a price on the spot was easy for her, though she knew saying it would raise more questions than it would answer. There were many things she had to consider in getting an estimate, but she settled on a number and her lips parted.
"How does eighty thousand sound?"
She said it calmly, as if that was not an outrageous offer. To kill a man a price would probably be anywhere between thirty and sixty thousand. However, just a bodyguard gig? Five, at most ten thousand for someone as wanted as her for a week's worth.
Posted by vampyremage on Feb 26, 2010 16:37:44 GMT -6
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Meld was shocked to hear the high price but carefully schooled her face in order to keep her expression completely neutral. Either this woman had a large amount of disposable income or she was going into a very dangerous situation. Meld was betting on it being a little of both, but a little danger had never disuaded her before and she could certainly use the money.
"I will, of course, need all the relavent details when the time comes. Where we're going what risks you expect that sort of thing. But you can consider yourself to have a bodyguard." Meld extended her metal hand for shaking. It would seal the deal. She didn't see the need to explain what, exactly, would happen to Pompei if she went back on her word.
"It is probably best I tell you everything now. A crime boss in Hong Kong, where I gained my wealth and grew into fame, has placed a hit on me in order to acquire my old businesses. I am going to Hong Kong to convince him to remove the hit, as members of my staff are in danger because of it. It is likely that we will encounter numerous mutants and nonmutants alike who will want us dead. I will be encouraging you not to kill any of them, however."
It was remarkable that attempts on her life never made it into the press. Sure, there was the average anti-mutant gunman, but ZPompei's life was always guarded by tight security. No one had ever been able to get close enough to take a shot, even a few snipers had failed.
These attacks were from oversees, and done strictly out of the public eye. In her home, at her office, places where she should be alone. However, she always had security to handle them. Now that her brother had been sending mutants, however, things were getting dangerous even for her security.