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.
He was certainly improving. Then he tried speaking and broke his own concentration. "Boxing is better than what? Other martial arts? It isn't, that's why it's groundwork. I trained for kickboxing myself. Now I've just kind of adapted over time. You get in enough fights, you start figuring out what works and what doesn't, and fighting is kind of in my job description."
Cafas caught a few more punches before starting to correct Perci's form again. It was important to have good form, almost more important than strength. Almost. A few more adjustments, and a bit of work, and he was punching with enough competency to call the exercise a success. Cafas let him go a bit longer though.
Never know, might make a fighter of him yet.
He let his hands drop and stepped back. The kid had done a lot of work. He'd payed his smart ass dues for now. "Right, that should do you for now. Keep practicing though, that isn't the end of it. Well, it's the end of my teaching you, unless you want to learn more, or you mouth off to me me again."
Cafas shook out his hands, which were aching from the repeated impacts. "As I said if you want further training I can teach you. I can even teach you some armed fighting techniques. I'm certainly not master, but that's why I practice. This is just like your drawing, put enough time into it, it'll become a thing of beauty, and you'll save yourself some asskickings to boot." Plus it might teach him the importance of self respect and discipline, while simultaneously pulling his head out of his ass.
"Now, I'm a man of my word, gimme your best shot, right on the jaw, and I'll write you up a nice note to give to Sam telling him you're excused from gym on grounds of extra curricular training. If you come back I'll write one every week. A week's the best I can promise, knowing Sam like I do. That's pretty much all you'll get out of each note. Still, 7 days without going to the hell on earth he calls Gym class ain't bad for an hour's work, is it?" Cafas offered his jaw.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on May 21, 2013 21:12:36 GMT -6
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Persi took a second to thank God--a bit more deliberately--when he got to stop. He had not known that fighting could make your hands cramp. Or how painful breathing could be. Well, maybe he did know that; there was the summer his dad... his father had made him try football. That probably had more to do with the fractured ribs, though. He was pretty sure they were fine right now, he was just tired. "And how am I supposed to--" no. Persi was not giving the guy an opportunity to insist that they practice more. Even if it was a logical question. He was perfectly content to forget this, thanks.
He also wasn't going to let the guy think that punching Persi in the face was a good way to make him shut up, either, though; that would just encourage him to do it more. "Art doesn't kill people. ...Except sometimes the artist. That's politic's fault though. And wouldn't weapons just make it easier for me to beat people up?"
"No." That decision was one he'd been leaning toward anyway; it had become certain sometime during the last... well, it felt like several hours, but it probably would. Either way, Persi wasn't punching the guy, no matter how much he deserved it. Persi at least wanted to hang onto what things he could do correctly, and not hitting anyone was one. Fortunately he could sort of breath again by that point, so he was able to turn around and start walking back toward the Mansion. Slowly, but still, it should prove the point.
Cafas smiled as the kid walked away, short both his punch and his note. Seems his defiance of authority stretched beyond even such temptations as skipping Sams hell class. Still, Cafas had enjoyed teaching someone, and if he was going to teach anyone, it would be the guy who had just refused to punch him, despite getting hit twice himself. That seemed like someone he could trust to use the skills wisely. Unlike him.
Well now, I suppose I can come to some arrangement with Sam.
Cafas walked back inside, overtaking the kid. The idea had put a skip in his step. Punish the insolent prick while teaching him a skill that could ultimately lead him to change his outlook on the world? Win win right? Plus it gave him something to fill spare time, since he was done with school and filming for the time being.
