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.
Had the man stopped or run or even stalked away, as Jamison gave him ample opportunity, he would have let him go. But the idiot kept badgering him. Especially with the self-righteous bull****. That was one of his biggest pet peeves, people pretending they were something that they knew they weren’t. And their faces gave it away every time.
Paradox grinned a wide grin. It was either the grin of someone who was very happy or someone who, in this situation, had nothing to fear. Such a common misconception, that you were innocent until proven guilty. Technically it’s only in a court of law that that applies and vigilantes don’t exactly read people the Miranda or anything. “Isn’t it fortunate then that I don’t need proof?”
He feinted a lunge forward then sidestepped the guy to cut him off from the exit out of the alley. He could end a physical confrontation quickly if he was able to pin the guy’s hands, all citizen’s arrest style. And if not, well, then someone might get hurt, but it probably wasn’t going to be Jamison.
Posted by whitenoise on Jul 19, 2010 18:01:22 GMT -6
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“Isn’t it fortunate then that I don’t need proof?”
Technically the burden of proof is on the state, but if he is detained by this man or assaulted without cause it was still a crime. And citizens arrests require the arresting individual to witness a felony. An illegal detainment would be preferable to being struck and have a similar result.
The hero played into it, he feigned a lung on Roger and then physically blocked off the alley. Roger stepped back away from the guy and looked him right in the eye. "Was that supposed to scare me, a fake lunge? And now you are blocking off one end of an alley? What's you plan, try to get me to incriminate myself by claiming to do something I didn't do? Shoving people around and blocking alleys doesn't accomplish anything. I'm out of here, captain useless." Adding insults when trying to provoke people was always fun.
Roger turned around and casually moved toward the other entrance to the alley. He hoped the guy would make an aggressive move, the police were close and perhaps would here him yelling.
Jamison tried to shrug off the dude’s pathetic attempt at name calling- what were they in second grade or something? But it stung in a way that he could never have possibly realized. Jamison would never reach the rank of Captain, despite having the most pure desires and aspirations to achieve it. He was, in effect, useless to the army and useless in most other circumstances, as well. There were very good reasons why he couldn’t keep a job. Heck, he couldn’t even get this guy, who was so obviously freaking guilty, to confess and face justice.
Lame-O Shooting Man turned, and even though Paradox knew that he was being baited, he couldn’t help it. He was provoked, but that was no cause for- Ah, screw it. I’ll deal with the consequences later, as an afterthought, he added, if there are any. There were very few times when he actually enjoyed his mutation. Now, to avoid being arrested, was likely to be one of them.
“Wrong answer.” He called coldly, walking just fast enough to catch up in a few short paces. Then he slapped the guy with an open hand across the face. The ultimate insult. After all, it was no fun if the guy didn’t fight back a little.
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Roger continued his casual pace away from the man. He hoped the man would not give up, the insult was childish... but seemed to work. The man called out from behind him.
"Wrong answer."
Roger smiled to himself as he heard quick steps. The man was coming after him, Roger turned to him expecting a punch or some kind of grapple. He was surprised when the man's hand came up and slapped him across the face.
Roger stood there his head turned and his mouth open. He turned his eyes to look at the man, closed his eyes and then finally turned his head back to face the man. He rubbed his face and said, "Is that all you got? I've met schoolyard bullies that hit harder than you." Roger shrugged and added," I guess you can't do anything right."
When the guy turned to make eye contact, Paradox was again hit with the intensity of his emotion cloud. Apparently, he wanted to be hit and to trick Para in some way.
Jamison positively burned with irritation and a desire to beat the living crap out of this guy. They both knew that he’d done something. He’d caused the death of that poor man. That wasn’t in contention at the moment. The decision hanging in the balance was whether or not to deck him and wipe that smirk off his smug face.
“If you could prove it, you would have done so.”
He was backed into a proverbial corner and came up with only one response that was even remotely satisfying, as the man- not, boy, refused to fight back: Jamison flicked him off and started back the other way down the alley.
Posted by whitenoise on Jul 19, 2010 21:34:27 GMT -6
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“If you could prove it, you would have done so.”
Roger was confused, if he could prove what? That schoolyard bullies hit harder? That the man cannot do anything right? That was irrelevant though, the man who he needed to strike him did the unexpected. He turned and headed the other way. Roger became furious. This worm dared to interrupt his plans, slam him into a wall, slap him, and then just leave without doing something that could easily land him in jail for a while.
What could he do? If he struck the man then any violence would be self defense. Striking him with microwaves would reveal one aspect of his power, and if this oaf has any brains conclude to some degree how he did it.
He was about to risk it and microwave this SOB, but then an idea struck him. Even if he can't get this guy for a medium to long term sentence, he can at least inconvenience him with a trip downtown. The police on this side of the square should be in his range, and they can repeat the message. Using the frequency he found earlier he sent out a message in the woman's voice that he had used earlier.
~"Homicide suspect has been spotted in the area around times square. Collared white shirt, black vest, brown hair and eyes, square jaw and stubble. Be advised suspect is assumed armed and dangerous."
Roger smiled and followed behind the man, this should be quite the sight.
Jamison was disgusted. With this jerk. With the police. With himself. Why was the system so broken? Why was justice so hard to come by, not just some of the time, but frequently? He believed in the system, he really did. At least, he believed in the system when it worked. In this case it seemed broken. Maybe it was broken.
He was lost in thought for a moment as he strolled out of the alley. The sound of a little girl crying startled him out of his stream of thoughts. He walked over to her- he was such a sucker for children sometimes. The trouble seemed to be a bike accident, though the brown haired eight year old looked more shocked than hurt. Thankfully.
“Hey there,” he said softly, “Are you okay? What's your name?”
“Lucy,” she sniffed a little more and looked up at him with huge brown eyes, holding out her hands to show him the tiny scratches there. Paradox's face softened instantly, he handed her his silk pocket square.
“Here you go, let's just wipe the dirt off and they'll be as good as new.”
Sirens screamed by angrily. The police were finally moving away from the scene of the shooting. They slowed down as they approached the alley he had just exited. The little girl starting crying again because of the noise. Could it be these coppers are actually going in the right direction? He thought incredulously. All the same, he decided to keep his head down. He'd learned the hard way that if someone was looking for a criminal that fit his build, he would get picked up for questioning. If he stayed focused on the girl, outsiders would see him as she did. And he sincerely hoped that she thought of him as a nice man.
One officer approached. “Wave to the nice police man, Lucy.” he cooed eyes still locked on her, every bit the absorbed guardian. I hope this works, I hope this works.
“Please stand away from the girl.” The officer seemed confused, but with a strong desire to be thorough.
He hoped the man had seen enough of his profile to build his own idea of Jamison's friendly face. I'm not the man you're looking for... he thought with a smile. “Are you pulling over every business man in a suit, officer?” he asked as politely as possible. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the guy from the alley smirking. Suspiciously.