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.
Hunter strode outside as the van pulled up. At a nod from him the containment crew went and opened up the rear of the van. Out hopped the six guys inside and they manhandled the monster into a portable containment cell. The walls could be electrified at the touch of a button, and Hunter had the button.
“Nice work Jebidiah, a clean containment.” Motioning for Jebidiah to follow he headed inside, the monsters cell being wheeled ahead. Upon reaching the containment area that was set up Hunter had the beast placed inside.
The cell had plan white wall, all reinforced. At the front of the cell was a thick sheet of plastic what was electrified to convince the occupant not to try and break it. At twelve feet by twelve feet it was not especially large, but there was space to walk. Also as the ceiling was only seven feet high it didn’t look like it the monster could stand up in it.
Taking a seat opposite the cell Hunter explained to Jebidiah, “Having played back the video feed from an operative who vacated the bar before your arrival one of my people confirmed that this is the man who had trailed me while I had lunch with Fiona, the woman you meet at the scene.”
“Once he turned back into a man I intend to have a chat with him about why he was following me. Feel free to stay, or you can head back into New York and pursue your own agenda. I’ll contact you if I need you.” With that Hunter turned back to the monster in the cell who looked about ready to wake up.
::God...m' 'ead...:: The monster woke, no longer a monster but now in his original form. His whole body ached, as he stood, shaking. ::Why the ell' am I..:: He started to think, he looked down, his once nice jeans had been torn so badly that they only hung around his hips in certain areas. How convieneint. He looked around, his head throbing as he did so. "Wha..the.." He murmmered, his voice muffled. Why didn't he notice this thing before? His hand reached down to his mouth, which was covered in a strange contraption. He had only seen these objects once before but couldn't remeber where he had seen them. Didn't dogs where these? How had he gotten here, he wondered, placing his hand on a wall, his hand shot back when it schocked him. He didn't remember what had happened. He only remembered that annoying man back at the bar, who had made it so that beer was no longer available. "Damn.." He cursed. "Must've..go' ta me..." He voiced to himself, still looking around the room. There was something oddly stange going on. And why did he have the feeling he was being watched? And..that smell...soo familiar...but where?
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Jebidiah looked back across at Hunter with a slight grin of amusement; he was pleased with himself.
"It wasn't too hard, that annoying mutant did all the dirty work."
"I will stick around, this seems like it could be interesting. I would like to learn why he was following you too. However, you're a rich, powerful man. I would be surprised if this was the first time you have been trailed. Think of the enemies you have made. Think of you would want dirt on you, who would want to harm you. If he is an agent for someone his is invaluable. Keep that in mind while questioning."
((edit: i referred to myself as dash here, it was a mistake that i have changed. hehe sorry, different game ;D))
Hunter gave Jebidiah a smile that could have frozen a lake. “If I find out he is working for someone who is trying to get to me can I trust that you’ll be able to handle the problem?”
Turning back to the cell he saw that the monster had turned back into the man, and he was awake. Rising he walked over to the glass. There was a microphone and speaker system so he could talk to the prisoner.
“Enjoy your little nap?” Hunter asked with a faint hint of amusement. There was something about this man. When he was brought in before something about his smell was familiar, but he couldn’t work out what. The background check was almost done, that should reveal some answers.
Damian approached Hunter. His friend, not employer, had been going to see a recent capture. "Hmmmmm. A prisoner, eh?" He said. It wasn't really a question; more like a statement. He then looked at the place where the creature was. He smiled, wondering how Hunter rigged it up. He then turned back to Hunter. "I saw the message you left me." he said while gesturing to his wrist which had an expensive silver watch on it. "If you could give me more information that would be great. Maybe this guy," he gestured towards Jeb. "Could leave and we could talk about it while checkin out the prisoner?" He then sat down on a bench.
Hunter turned to face Damian as he entered. “Scarab, good of you to come. The prisoner here is a personal matter that I’m seeing to. I called you here as there is something that I want you to pick up for me. A military base out in the Nevada desert has a prototype portable scanner that I want.”
“I want you to go in with a team of my commandos and secure it for me. The base is well defended and so you may require back up, which I will have waiting on standby.” Pausing he turned to look at Jebidiah. “Scarab, this is Jebidiah, the latest addition to my staff. He, along with you and a handful of others are being gathered to form an elite strike team, code named the Kabal.”
“However, for now he will accompany you as second in command. His talents could prove useful. Ten commandos and a stealth helicopter are waiting in the hanger bay. Your spines are down there as well, along with a set of black ops clothes for Jebidiah.”
Turning back to the prisoner he added, “The scanner is to come back undamaged at all costs. It is currently a one of a kind item, and any damage could render it useless.” He needed it undamaged to Dr Ingram could reverse engineer it. “Once you get back I’ll introduce you to the rest of the team.”
Damian nodded. "Okay." he said as he walked away leading Jeb to the Hangar. Once there he picked up the pile of spikes and put the spikes on his skin. They then melted inside od him and were attached to his exoskeleton. He then looked around as someone approached. It was the leader of the 10 men Hunter had given him. "Who is the leader here?" The Leader asked. "I am." Damian replied as he approached the Helicopter. He sat in the drivers seat. Hunter had trained him to fly Helicopter's in the past year. He motioned for Jeb to sit in the back as the Soldier Leader sat beside Damian.
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Jebidiah listened silently as Hunter explained the mission. He preferred to work alone, and he definitely did not like to work under someone younger then him. He was disappointed as he thought the Hunter would know him better then that. However, for now, he would not say a word. He followed Damian to the helicopter. Damian had not even said a word to him yet. Still not a word as he motions him to the back. Jebidiah would put up with it for now, but he did not know how long he could last.
For now, he simply sat in the back of the helicopter.
Damian smiled as Jeb went into the back of the 'copter. "Thankyou for putting up with me, Mr. Tulunder." Damian said as he started up the 'copter. "I know it must be hard to take orders from a younger person and I know you must like to be in charge." He fired up the 'copter and started towards Nevada.
Hunter saw Damian leave. Quickly re-evaluating his plan he halted the mission and called Jebidiah back. “With Damian leaving this is the course of action I’m taking. I’ve noticed you don’t like command or being commanded in the field. Because of that I’m attaching you to the mission. That means that you are completely autonomous, but are pursuing the same goal.”
He hit some button calling in the others. “I suggest we relocate to the war room and sort out the mission briefing there.” He turned and led Jebidiah to the Mondragon labs war room.
(OOC: Using the ability to be in two places at once…)
IC: Hunter walked back into the area of the cells after briefing the Kabal. Coming up to the glass he smiled in at the man inside. “My apologies, that was a pressing matter that could not wait.”
“Rest assured that you now have my undivided attention. Now, I have some questions for you, the first one being why did you follow me earlier while I was having lunch with a friend?” He wanted to find out what this man was up, and that nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he knew him form somewhere wouldn’t go away.
Terrance looked around, from pulling the muzzle off his nose and mouth. "Woul' 'ave if I 'ad been able to breathe righ'.." He replied, a frown creasing his lips. He turned his attention towards the voice, looking at the glass. The voice sounded somewhat amused from what Terrance could hear.
The muzzle was in his hands, and he fiddled with it, before tossing it at the electrified wall. It lingered there being burnt from the electricity, and fell to the ground. He had noticed it had become quiet for a bit, before he heard the voice again.
[glow=red,2,300]“My apologies, that was a pressing matter that could not wait.”
“Rest assured that you now have my undivided attention. Now, I have some questions for you, the first one being why did you follow me earlier while I was having lunch with a friend?” [/glow]
Terran smirked, his hand reaching towards the open wound near his chest. ::This voice...Belon's ta a man...I can tell tha' much.:: He thought, sticking his fingers inside the wound, trying to find where the broken object lie in the wound. He twinged feeling he had hit a nerve and brought his fingers out, examining them. ::He obviously wants answers...so...I'll provi'e wha' I can..:: He said innerly to himself. He opened his mouth, saying, "I was ou' ta ge' air. An' I saw an..aquaintance drivin' off with..so' man..." He breathed. Terrance brought the bloodied hand to his mouth, licking his fingers, when doing so he remarked, "An' tha' man mus' be ya? I'm guessin'?"
“Very good, you’ve worked out who I am. Now, second question. How do you know Fiona Ciapercelli?” Hunter guessed that he was a resident of the mansion, but he wanted to check just in case. Maybe he could find out a little more about Fiona from him.
And aid came and handed Hunter a large document. Taking it Hunter began to scan through it. The background check went back as far as there were records, over one hundred and fifty years. Whoever this man was he had been around for a long time.
The beast form and scent of the man were stirring some old memories, and the background check showing that he was very old only deepened his curiosity. He was determined to solve the mystery of this man.
[glow=red,2,300]“Very good, you’ve worked out who I am. Now, second question. How do you know Fiona Ciapercelli?” [/glow]
Terrance pulled the fingers from his mouth, which dripped red from the blood. "She lives in the mansion...as do I..." He replied, smirking. ::Why shoul' I give this man e'ery thin'?:: He asked himself, his hand once again trying to pull the broken off tip of the weapon in the wound. He grimmaced with each twist of the object. God this woulkd be a while...