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.
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The post office box she had been eying up came in handy. As she took shelter behind the box, snow, ice, and frigid winds roared around her on three sides. It was kind of like being stuck in her own personal snow globe.
It was also kind of cold.
She rubbed at her ears and blew on her fingers while she tried to think warm thoughts. Especially warm thoughts, just for Santa.
The gust didn't last very long, all things considered. It was almost like the snow creator was distracted by a sudden pain in his ankle or a surprise visit from a striped vulpix. The little illusionist peeked around the edge of the mail receptacle to see what had happened.
“Flame tongue!” Who said pokémon trainers couldn't get a little creative? From where Mohawk the vulpix had clamped onto the enemy's ankle, thin little flames erupted and spread all over Kringle's body. Soon he was wrapped in a searing blanket. Behind the mailbox, Katrina started to feel a little warmer, too. The half strength illusion of heat that she could feel actually felt quite pleasant in contrast to the early winter weather she was standing in.
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“Ow!! Sonnavah!!”
Kringle yelped and cried out as he felt something bite at his ankle. Even though he wore a pair of some pretty hefty boots, whatever it was that bit must have had the teeth of a steak knife! It was like some horrid creature from the depths of his nightmares that had come to the surface from Hell to haunt him!
But as pain radiated up from his leg, the Santa Claus themed villain snarled as he finally had to stop to give himself a second to look down. It was only when he looked that he finally spied the fox-like creature that was nipping into his flesh. He did not know what it was or why it was attacking him, but what he did notice (besides the pain) was the overarching sense of heat emanating from it. The creature was warming up or there was some source of heat that he could not identify in the area. Was this fox-beast really from the depths of Hell?
Snarling and slowly overcoming the weakness that he was feeling earlier, Kringle snarled as he lashed out with both of his hands to send another wave of ice in the direction of the little fox monster. He was so over this fight! All he needed was one second, one second to allow himself ample chance to get away!
***
Jorge groaned…his teeth chattered...his right arm felt numb. He did not know why for a second he was having such sensations but as he slowly began to shake the cobwebs from his head, he sighed as he looked opened his eyes and saw…snow. What? It took only a moment for him to remember exactly what was happening. He was on the verge of taking that criminal Kringle in when he lashed out with that blast of ice and wind! Damn him and those cold powers.
Jorge groaned as he rolled onto his stomach, his back a spider web of red hot pain from where he was thrown back against the ground. That icy wind was hard to stand up against, as he evidently proved. But there had to be something he could do…
Moving onto his knees, Jorge looked up to see that Kringle was now preoccupied with the something…that fox-beast! It was actually biting at his ankles. But most importantly it was keeping the man distracted. He was going to have to take this opportunity. A glance off to the side and spied something that was going to have to be his saving grace. He did not want to kill Kringle but idle threats with a gun were not going to work either. He was a harden criminal. No…he needed something more.
Hand outstretched Jorge reached out with his mutation and immediately felt his connection with a water delivery truck that had been abandoned when the fight began. Focusing as hard as he could, he pushed and pushed the water from all its plastic confines and summoned a flurry of water to break free from their prisons. Gallons of water soon poured out from the truck and flowed to his side. So long as Kringle was distracted, he could not freeze it.
Teeth grinding, hands shaking, Jorge summoned a mass of water to swirl into a tight ball of liquid. It was only once he had complete control over it that Jorge shot it forward and wrapped it deftly around Kringle’s head. Water swirled, soaking the man’s beard and immediately cut off his oxygen supply. Jorge was ending this here and now!
Posted by Cheshire on Sept 12, 2011 19:31:09 GMT -6
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The cop used Bubblebeam?
Kringle’s oxygen decreased!
The fox kit made a tactical retreat, stumbling slightly on legs gone suddenly numb. And painful. Simultaneously. Another few steps, and the red fur under its new coat of frosting turned an honest-to-goodness white.
Artic Fox fur. Somewhat more appropriate for this combat, now that he thought about it.
The foofy fox kit shook out its legs one last time, then darted around in a quick circle, putting Kringle dead center between itself and the cop. The water-type cop, as it turned out. If Claus had any presents left in store, at least he wouldn’t be able to take them both out at once.
The Bengal splinter kept up its guard in front of the mailbox, and used Growl.
Posted by Katrina on Sept 18, 2011 16:28:19 GMT -6
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From behind her mailbox, Katrina watched the cop summon a tide of water from a conveniently placed water holding truck. She watched how the water flowed, how the light bent through the liquid, how it shaped itself when it didn't have the boundaries of a container to define itself.
She would have to practice with illusion water next, because that, right there, was awesome.
It was also a little horrifying. The detective sent his water to drown evil-Santa where he stood, or at least to threaten to do so. Katrina watched as the Santa struggled, clawing uselessly at the water.
She squirmed, not wanting to help the bad guy, but also not wanting him to die.
“That's enough!”
She shouted at the same time the cold criminal made a sweeping motion with his hands. A wall of ice formed between him and the water cop, but it was too late to make a difference. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell to the ground unconscious, splashing water in every direction.
The blonde teen tentatively snuck out from her hiding place to stand next to her Tigerpix. She ran her fingers through his fur, not only to warm them up, but also because it was comforting.
“Is he going to be okay, do you think?” She hoped so. It would have been horribly traumatizing if he died.
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Jorge had just barely settled the sphere of water around Kringle’s head. A white fox was dashing about, growling and attempting to keep the criminal under check. And all around him it was a winter wonderland. Though as strange as this entire scenario seemed, the detective knew that all this was simply another day of working for the MRC. There were so many oddities that the man experienced day in and day out that very little actually surprised him anymore.
But today was definitely a contender for all of that.
Cold and a little battered, the detective did his best to keep the water swirling. He was not going to kill the man, he just needed him incapacitated. Thankfully he had perfected this skill a bit so no one ever actually died from it. It pretty much just tamed the wild beast in all criminals that tried to challenge the law.
Yet, as the detective stood there, keeping his tiring mind focused on the water, he suddenly was distracted by the shouting of someone nearby…
>> “That's enough!”
He paused just enough for Kringle to attempt one last blow. As Jorge turned to spy the person who had screamed, he a sudden drop in the temperature in front of him. His gaze snapped back and there was a sudden wall of ice, with sharp, jagged edges pointed directly at him! He gasped as he stumbled back but even so, he noticed that the solidity of the wall began to crumble. It was then that he glanced past it to see that Kringle had finally dropped and passed out.
A quick swing of his hand and the water flew unceremoniously to the side and splashed and spilled across the concrete. The detective shivered as he stood and walked around the wall of ice and made his way over to Father Christmas criminal. Kneeling, he checked his breathing and spied that he was indeed fine. Water spilled out from his lips as he groaned in discomfort. Jorge shook his head as he patted the man’s fat shoulder.
“You’re fine,” he muttered as he slowly moved to his achy feet. He then turned and glanced back to where he heard the voice scream. Who was that?
Twitch, twitch: double tail twitch. Nothing could do that quite as well as a vulpix.
The white fox kit walked a cautious circle around the soggy criminal, sniffing suspiciously. Faking? The guy was gasping. Do drowning victims gasp unconsciously?
...Yes. Yes they do. Spoken from unfortunate experience, but yes. At least Kringle wasn’t going to wake up with a pink-haired molester attached to his lips.
The fox poked the back of the guy’s head with its snout, then backed up to the cop’s side, still warily watching its unconscious foe.
“Water’s not very effective against ice,” it stated, with surprising coherence for a fox. (If with a bit of a sharp-toothed lisp.) “He’s going to wake up soon, isn’t he? So... we should make with the jailing him? Err... Pix.”
The tigger-pix murred agreement, at its trainer’s side.
It was the moment of truth. When they cuffed the bad guy and put him in the police car. Probably they should also take some precautions in case the guy woke up on the way down to the station, even if it was only a few blocks away. They'd probably also need some special kind of cell to keep him in, too, so he didn't freeze the bars off or something like that.
“Being a cop is so much more complicated when the criminals are mutants, isn't it?” She wondered out loud.
And, yeah... this was also the point where the cop decided if they were going to be in trouble for poking their noses where they didn't belong or earn a key to the city for saving the day. It depended on how Detective Cerventes was feeling at the moment.
“Oh, and before I forget, I brought this back,” Katrina reached into her messenger bag and pulled out a stapler with which she may or may not have absconded earlier in the summer.
She gave a tentative smile as she held out her offering, all the while keeping an eye on the prone phoney Christmas elf in case he twitched. So far, he wasn't.
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Jorge still could not really comprehend how it all happened. All he knew was that he had practically drowned Klaus, he was cold, bone weary, and a fox talked to him. Funnily enough it was the last on that list that really got to him. He had figured that maybe the fox was either or mutant or he was having an extreme mental breakdown. He hoped it was the former rather than the latter.
Once Klaus was down, Jorge secured him with handcuffs and waited for the rest of the cops to come in and take him back to the precinct. There had been enough research done on the man to know that his hands were what was required to bring about his “winter wonderland.” So long as his hands were bound, they should have been relatively safe. At least until they could get him back to the precinct and properly secured.
Once Kringle was taken into custody, Jorge sighed and shook his head. Some of things he saw in this job were just absolutely insane. What was next? Some damned mutated turkey going to attack the city next Thanksgiving?!
He turned and started to brush more snow off himself when he suddenly noticed the appearance of a young blonde girl standing next to him, causing him to almost jump in surprise. His eyebrow arched, he tilted his head as he looked down at her.
>> “Being a cop is so much more complicated when the criminals are mutants, isn't it?”
“What?” he asked in a confused manner. What was she doing here? Was she…was she the one that helped out earlier? Causing fire? And whatever that talking fox-thing was? He opened his mouth and was about to say something alluding to the fact that she should not have gotten involved, that it was dangerous, that she should have just stayed back but before he could get a syllable out –
>> “Oh, and before I forget, I brought this back,”
There was a very familiar sight in her hands, one that he thought was lost or stolen by one of his fellow officers ages ago. Reaching out, he very gently took the stapler from her hand and a small smirk played across his face as he looked at it and then back down to her…
“My…stapler? You…came out here…to return…my stapler…?” he asked in a tone that neither denoted humor or malice. Just…confusion…
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As Klaus was introduced to Miranda and stapler to cop, the tiggerpix and the vulpix briefly touched noses in the background. The little white fox kit clearly won, since the Bengal tiger literally ceased to exist. With a certain tail flick(s) of a job well done, it trotted back to its trainer’s side, and asked the question that was begging to be asked:
“Where did you get his stapler?”
Head cocked to the side, ears perked, it was the perfect image of canine innocence.
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Jorge arched a brow as he continued to stare down at the girl, as well as the funny looking fox that walked up to her side. Again that fox talked and all Jorge would feel was weirded out. He didn’t know why. In a city where mutants were basically the norm, why should it suddenly be strange to find a walking, talking fox that could breathe fire? After all, months ago he dealt with a kid who could create jello from the very air! Mutants and their powers had outcomes.
>> “Where did you get his stapler?...Pix,”
>> “I borrowed it from your desk. Thanks a lot, and uh, here,”
Huh? He thought as he looked down at the blonde curiously. Did she really just admit to taking his stapler? He had looked for that stapler all day that day since he knew that he had left it on his desk. He even accused Clemens of taking it since that guy was a jerk enough to pull something like that. But Jorge had quickly forgotten about it, after all, it was only a stapler.
And yet, here it was, his very stapler being handed to him by this younger girl and her animal talking friend. He did have half a mind to arrest her just for stealing something that was his…
>> “So, uh, good team work everybody,”
…but at least she returned it.
He shook his head.
“Whooooa, wait a sec,” he said as he peered down at her. “You mind informing how you knew I was here in the first place and what was going through your head when you stepped into an extremely dangerous situation?”
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Well, then. She had borrowed it from his desk. That cleared things up completely, didn’t it? It left no remaining questions lingering, such as when-where-how-why-how-didn’t-he-notice-her. No such questions, indeed, were begging to be voiced.
The fox’s nose followed the stapler as it switched from Katrina’s stewardship to the hand of the law.
sniff wiff
It smelled like illusionists and—was that—could it—it was—just the barest whiff of knit sweaters and sunglasses. Or their respective diminutive wearers, perhaps.
Its nose-led dance had left its paws squarely on the officer’s shoe.
“Extremely dangerous?” It said, snout pointing upwards, sharp teeth gleaming near to the man’s kneecap. “That was less than two stories tall, and the only face-sucking-asphyxiation involved came from our side. That was not extremely dangerous.” The fox had fought carp with more spunk.
Another question with an easy answer. How did they know he was here?
“We heard down at the station,” of course. One didn't just go searching the streets to find a cop, they went first to his desk. Never mind that she could have just left the stapler there. That wasn't nearly as fun as giving it back in person.
About the extremeness of the danger, her foxy pokémon was right. It hadn't been that dangerous, in retrospect. Maybe a little worrisome for a moment there when she'd had to duck behind the mail box, but only for a moment. Nothing like the absolute terror of getting chased by a vampire or being attacked by a clay elder god. She wasn't even as injured as she had been after their last pokémon battle.
“Besides, it looked like you needed some help,” she added. “We couldn't very well sit here and watch him get away with turning you into a popsicle.”
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>> “We heard down at the station,”
Jorge would have figured that for the girl just giving him a smart response, but he didn’t want to confront her. Instead he simply nodded. If she had gone to the station with the explicit intention of returning his stapler than more than likely they would have told her that he was out, they wouldn’t have given her the address. No, more than likely she figured out where he was by drastically different means.
He sighed. He didn’t like the idea of tag alongs. Most definitely he did not…
Arms crossed over his chest, he arched a brow as he looked down at the little fox that was still here, sniffing at his foot. He looked down at the little creature for a moment and then, still unsure as to why, it still weirded him out when he heard it speak.
>> “Extremely dangerous? That was less than two stories tall, and the only face-sucking-asphyxiation involved came from our side. That was not extremely dangerous.”
Just as much snark as the girl. Perfect.
>> “Besides, it looked like you needed some help…We couldn't very well sit here and watch him get away with turning you into a popsicle.”
More like a copsicle, he thought silently to himself.
He eyed the girl, and then eyed the stapler he had in his hand. At least she did return it. He would have to give her that much credit. Still, despite the fact that they didn’t think it was dangerous, that didn’t mean it really wasn’t. The last thing the cop wanted on his conscience was a couple of kids to turn up dead because they threw themselves into his crime scene. He could lecture them, he really could…
…but one look at the pair of them and he doubted it would have done any good. He just growled.
“Thank you. Both of you,” he said with a nod. “I appreciate the help. But step into my crime scene again and I’m sending you both to juvie. Well…maybe just you,” he said with a slight and well-meaning smirk. Then he nodded to the fox. “You get the kennel.” He sighed as he glanced back to see that the Kringle was still subdued and shoved into the back of a van. “You both better skedaddle before the press comes. Last thing the police department needs is to be reamed for letting kids onto the scene.”
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“Oh no, we would not want that,” the little fox said, with a very serious and upright-moral-citizen set to its black-tipped ears. It stepped lightly off of the good officer’s shoe: first one paw, then the other, with absolutely no track of snark. No Sir. Its twin tails paraded foofy flags as it returned to its trainer’s side, and siddled around behind her legs. Tails stuck out from the left; face from the front.
“Nice growl,” it added. “You should totally keep practicing.”