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.
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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.
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Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 2:06:41 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 4, 2015 15:42:17 GMT -6
Hmph. Fine. Persi bent his knees, and halfheartedly tried to ignore how awkward it felt. Legs were supposed to be straight when standing, thank you.
"So you are teaching me to beat people up. And you keep saying how you know I'm a terrible person. So why do you think I won't beat anyone up?" Not that Persi actually cared about the answer, really. But it was annoying how the guy didn't seem to think about what he was doing at all.
...Maybe he could fix that. He was already near the guy; it only took a second to look up and at him and focus. Stick. Whatever thought you have, stick. Considering it wasn't a full second since Persi finished speaking, that really ought to be Persi's question.
The sigh... honestly didn't bother Persi either. He wasn't trying to do well at punching, after all. Though actually, having power come from his legs wasn't very counterintuitive; his legs were stronger than his shoulder, after all. How to get said power into his arm was less clear.
Persi copied. He copied in as sarcastic a manner as he could manage, still feeling entirely awkward and staring at the guy. Picturing someone he wanted to hit wasn't necessary, convenient as that was.
"So you are teaching me to beat people up. And you keep saying how you know I'm a terrible person. So why do you think I won't beat anyone up?
"I'm teaching you to defend yourself, how you use it is up to you. As for why I don't think you'll beat someone up, that one's easy. I know you wont, because if I hear you have been, I'll have you kicked out." He made sure his tone and expression left no feeling that he was bluffing. He wasn't. "I know an empath too, so you won't even be able to lie your way out of it." Not that he figured Kealey would really be that keen to help him in that matter.
So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? What the hell is with that? So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? So why do you think I won't beat anyone up?
Cafas watched the movement and, with growing frustration at the question running in circles in his head compounding the frustration, snapped at the kid. "Get off your ego trip for two seconds and put some effort in! This might save you life one day! You think I can't see that you're stuffing about? I have been doing this for too many years not to recognise someone who's being a smart arse about it. Do it again, and try putting some effort in."
So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? Get... So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? Out... So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? Of my... So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? HEAD! So why do you think I won't beat anyone up?
Cafas suspected foul play. Never could tell with mutants. He took a deep breath in to calm himself. "It occurs to me that I don't know your name." Which was true. He didn't have the vaguest idea who this kid was. He'd need that information to get him out of Gym class. Cafas corrected the kid’s form while he waited for an answer. A couple of "more like this"es later he was pretty happy that he had forced him into form, though if he could hold it was another matter entirely.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 12:57:59 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 4, 2015 15:42:17 GMT -6
That... was not fair. Granted it was logical, and the guy probably didn't know that Persi really couldn't afford to be kicked out, and it wasn't like Persi planned to beat anyone up anyway. But it still wasn't fair, and he still glared at the guy for it.
The glare was abruptly dropped when the guy yelled and Persi jumped. Not enough that he lost much of the position he'd been in, at least that he could notice, but definitely enough to be noticeable. He glared again. His next attempt had much more 'fine, here you go, I'll try, but it's still not going to work' behind it than anything actually like effort, but it was at least an improvement.
Persi came really close to informing the guy that he didn't care about Persi's name, but that was obviously petty. So he kept glaring at nothing in particular for a few minutes while he debated before answering. "...Persi." And he really wasn't sure how the guy could use that against him, but he was pretty sure there was a way somehow, so he had better not.
"Okay Persi. That was better. Not perfect, but still better. Put a little more in and it might be called good. Focus on the next one, you're pretty close to right." It might have been a fluke. He had done it with a little less piss taking though. Cafas certainly was discovering why he was not a good candidate for a teaching role.
So why do you think I w... Maybe I can actually get him to a decent point.
"Keep glaring like that and it might just stick that way." He threw together a few combos while he watched, performing them at half speed, focusing on the fluidity of movement. He decided it might be time for more advice. "If they attack you first, don't go straight to 100% defense. Dodge, by all means, but start throwing shots. You're not gonna win if you don't, and if you don't win, you lose."
So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? So why do you think I won't beat anyone up?
Cafas couldn't figure out why that was stuck in his head. It wasn't like it was interesting or catchy.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 14:33:04 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 4, 2015 15:42:17 GMT -6
"Well you're just great at flattery, aren't you?" Really. 'Improve a little more, and you might not be completely terrible!' That's very encouraging, guy. He tried again anyway. Apparently he really wasn't going to be able to get out of this, so he might as well get it over with.
"Reality doesn't work that way." And the guy really ought to know it, too. That was a really stupid threat, as well as being annoying. Persi had no patience left for it, and hadn't for years.
"And how am I supposed to dodge? That seems like a better thing to learn first." Or, at least, to learn pretty quickly. Persi didn't care too much, really; as long as he could find problems with the guy's approach. Like fighting at all. Persi was pretty sure that was supposed to be a problem, too.
"It wasn't meant as flattery, it was meant as an honest assessment. You want compliments, put the effort in and do well. I don't give out ego trips." That being said, he did notice an almost immediate improvement. "See, now that was good. Keep doing it like that."
"And how am I supposed to dodge? That seems like a better thing to learn first."
"It isn't though. This way you learn how to take care of it before they throw a punch. Though if you want to learn how to dodge..." Cafas stepped in and began a punch. A quick jab. He fully intended to pull it too.
So why do you think I won't beat anyone up?
Then the kid moved. Ever so slightly, but it was enough. It wasn't full power, he had been aiming to stop about an inch from Persi' face. Sadly that space was now about equal distance inside of his head. His jab struck the altogether too slow to react kid right in the cheek bone. Then he was all on the ground and stuff.
Oops...
"Well you certainly need practice at dodging. My bad, I was gonna stop short and scare you. You moved when I was distracted though."
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 15:44:50 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 4, 2015 15:42:17 GMT -6
"Unless they're down, apparently. You seem to enjoy giving out those." Maybe an exaggeration, but oh well. It wasn't like the guy hadn't been constantly criticizing Persi since he appeared.
...Which he immediately followed by not being critical. Figured. And what if Persi didn't want to keep doing it like that, anyway?
"If I--s***!" And Persi was on the ground. With a face that would probably be bruised in a minute, and what might be a twisted ankle. Only slightly twisted, really closer to an unexpected stretch than anything, but still. He felt he had plenty of justification for glaring. "The hell was that for?"
...Persi did not believe it was an accident. For one thing, he hadn't exactly jumped in the way. For another, the guy looked far too pleased to actually be sorry. Persi stood back up without help, thank you, and with grumbling. "Asshole." Once he was back on his feet (the ankle, indeed, was only barely twisted, and not a problem) he folded his arms and glared.
Cafas watched Perci pull himself off the ground with a mix of amusement and... Well, nothing, it was all amusement. He really had been asking for that. "That was partly to teach you to focus while fighting, and partly to see if you'd be able to dodge it. Now quit whingeing about it, I didn't hit you hard." That shot, hard, would have been way more spectacular.
"Don't stand there with your arms folded, back in position. Here, I'll show you how to dodge a shot to your face. You know, aside from stepping out of range." Cafas demonstrated, ducking down, moving under the blow, and shielding his face just in case the hypothetical blow slipped through. "Now we'll work that into the combination. Same three punches, then duck. I'll actually be swinging, so you might wanna remember how that action goes."
So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? That is really getting on my nerves...
Cafas put up his hands to catch the blows. "Now, move it into full speed, and remember the technique. We can do the ducks slow if you like, to help you get it." He found he had a lot less animosity directed towards the kid now that He'd hit him in the face. Strange how therapeutic that could be.
So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? So why do you think I won't beat anyone up?
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 17:23:03 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 4, 2015 15:42:17 GMT -6
"Why would you think I could dodge? I just said I can't." Not that Persi expected anything he said to make the slightest bit of a difference anymore. That would not stop him from criticizing the guy.
Okay, dodging he was willing to learn. That, he actually put some effort into imitating what he could see. Which... did not make it feel any less awkward. Possibly more, since he was paying attention. A bit of the effort overflowed to the punches, too.
Clearly not enough. Or too much. Either way, Persi got punched again. He managed not to fall, since he'd been mostly expecting it, but still had to stumble back and try to get back into the position he'd been in. "Asshole." And not the least bothered by it, apparently.
Cafas was starting to enjoy this. "Good, good, let the hate flow through you." he smiled as Persi went back to laying on the punches, throwing in the duck at the end. He learned to duck pretty quickly all things considered.
"See, now you're getting it. I mean, it's still basic stuff but you're getting it fast." There were still some small errors, but they weren't consistent, so he doubted they'd be trained in. He pointed them out as he saw them though. Never hurt to make sure.
So why do you think I won't beat anyone up? So why do you think I won't beat anyone up?
Cafas subtly increased the speed he threw his own punches, little by little pushing Persi to work faster himself. When the kid shut up for ten seconds he was down right tolerable. Cafas was half tempted to move on, but he knew that moving on too quickly could mean that they didn't drill the ducking enough, and it wouldn't pay for the kid to forget that.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 17:52:50 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 4, 2015 15:42:17 GMT -6
"No, hate's a sin too." Not one Persi could always prevent himself from committing, but he certainly wasn't going to try to hate.
"Gee, thank you." Persi could figure out that it was basic stuff himself, thanks very much. He did not need to be reminded that succeeding was less than the minimum, much less at the same time as he was reminded he was only barely succeeding. Well intentioned did not really make up for screwing up. The path to hell, and all.
Of course, Persi's path to hell seemed to be paved with thoughts, and fenced in with genes. Good intentions still did him absolutely no good, but they weren't the problem either. Might be the reason it wasn't paved with thorns, too. Probably there were just a lot of paths.
And the punches were getting harder to duck. Persi did not appreciate the fact. He was still wearing the clothes he'd had at the protest, and the day had been significantly cooler then. He was definitely going to need to shower after this.
"It was a Star Wars quote, and frankly the fact you didn't understand it makes me a little sad." Though Star Wars might be a sin too. One could never tell with religion. Cafas kept upping the pace little by little. He'd hold the speed at the point that Perci was only just making it out of the way.
A few minutes later he stopped Perci. "Okay, doing well, you seem to have that pretty much down. Now, there are of course other types of punches. I'll show you the basic boxing ones for now. The jab and hook you know. There's a cross, which is essentially a power jab from the right hand. There's an uppercut, which I'm sure you're familiar with. Then of course you can do a hook off the left too."
So why do you think I won't bea... I could do with the getting out of my head. Lets try a song. Eye of the tiger should work.
Again, he gave a demonstration of each. "Again, slow for now, one of each. Jab, cross, uppercut left, uppercut right, hook left, hook right, duck. I'll be watching your form again, so back to imaginary targets."
Cafas stepped back to examine how the boy threw each punch.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 18:58:16 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 4, 2015 15:42:17 GMT -6
"Too bad." Persi had seen Star Wars, but he hadn't been obsessed enough to keep memorizing quotes years later. Also, disappointing the guy was hardly a down side.
Being told to stop was... mixed. On one hand, stopping. On the other, interruptions. He settled for relief, and attempting to breath. "Why boxing?"
That was... a lot to remember in a row. Jab, cross, uppercut left, uppercut right, hook left, hook right, duck, jab, cross, uppercut left, uppercut right, hook left, hook right, duck, jab, cross, hook left, hook right, uppercut left, uppercut right, duck, cross, jab, uppercut... something... okay, Persi was officially lost. That caused another scowl, and an exhale that might have been a growl if it had been louder, though the glare was directed at his hands instead of the guy this time.
"Boxing because it's easy and good groundwork. If you ever feel like revisiting self defense I'll gladly show you more, but for now, this gives good exercise for the muscles, easy punches and a good understanding of how to generate power." Plus it tended to be the least lethal, because he didn't know if he could trust the kid to actually not go around beating people.
It's the, eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight...
His form was understandably off and he was lost within four run throughs. It was a lot to remember but it wasn't exactly difficult stuff. Cafas tried to correct the form, and began calling the punches in order, along with the all important duck. He pointed out necessary corrections as he saw them, and when he was happy that the form was good in the slow work, he moved on.
Rising up, to the challenge of our rivals.
"Alright, doing good, now we'll run it full speed. I'll catch em. Try to remember though, aim through the target. otherwise you wont have the power. you'll be pulling your punches." And back to calling the shots. Back to swinging for the duck. If nothing else, he was doing well at that.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 20:09:26 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Feb 4, 2015 15:42:17 GMT -6
Persi guessed that made sense. Why boxing was good groundwork, and why there were so many other fighting styles if it was the best one... made less sense. But whatever. Persi didn't care, or have the energy to think about it much, either.
Being able to hear what he was supposed to do was useful. Also kind of embarrassing, but useful. And helped make remembering the names easier.
Run through at full speed... it was like they were doing some sort of experiment. Or stunt work, maybe; that might be closer. If the 'stunt work' they were doing actually involved stunts and not just... punching. Badly. Ugh. This had better be over soon.
In the meantime.... "How do you know--" Speaking while attempting to punch was bad. Persi probably should have remembered he was having enough trouble breathing already. That normally wasn't something he had to worry about. He caught a breath as quickly as he could. "--that boxing is better?"