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.
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 8, 2006 21:15:48 GMT -6
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Mike was handling the officers fine so Daria decided to help out with Jonah and the swat team.
He was losing stamina fast and soon the gins cam crashing to the concrete. The swat found themselve's able to stand and did so immediatly as reinforcements came in with bigger weapons.
Daria went after the unarmed ones, teleporting in and out of them and doing her best not to use her claws. Her battle with desiree had helped her creativity and she made more precise and unexpected kicks and punches.
The throbbing in her back had returned though, and so had the pain in her hands, her strength was draining quickly and she struggled to keep going. Finally she landed next to Jonah on the steps but the swat was still there. They aimed their guns but Daria knew she didn't have the strenght to teleport bullets like she had done to save Mike.
She hissed and cracked her tail like a whip, it wasn't much but with her fangs showing and her claws unsheathed she was a fromidable precense. Daria was breathing heavily and trying to stay concious. Gun shots erupted in her ears and before she knew it Jonah had thrown her to the side, inside the house. From her spot on the floor all she saw were his jerking movements as his body took several shots in a row before he hit the ground with a wet thump.
Daria stared for a moment, no emotions could get through. Her eyes glazed over and the fmailiar static sound of her frenzy filled her ears. But she was a bit more aware this time and as she darted from officer to officer breaking guns and knicking in temples, she remembered not to kill. Even though that's what she wanted to do.
Daria soon returned to Jonah's side, mind a bit more clear. She had the blood of officer's on her hands, as well as Jonah's and her owns as her burns were badly damaged. She cradled the large man in her arms, pressing him against her as she cried.
Send them all home Mike, I don't want to fight anymore. Her plea was crystal clear and with it flowed an emotion Mike had never felt her feel before; desperation.
She wanted so much for things to be better. So much...
And with that final plea, Mike's restraint snapped.
His eyes blazed blue, and he hovered in the air, police staring at him in awe. Angel wings of psionic energy formed on his back as he slowly turned in the air.
"THIS ENDS NOW!" he ordered. The remaining guns soared from their owners, and even the broken ones joined them, twisting themselves into an unrecognizable mass of metal. "No more people will suffer for senseless hate tonight! You will all LEAVE!" WIth that, his psychic wings flapped out and a wave of psychic energy radiated out from his body, carrying with it the urge to leave and go home. None of the officers, or SWAT members, would remember what they had done this night, but all of them would have the feeling that they did something that they were greatly ashamed of. After a minute, just as an ambulance was pulling up, only Officer Benson remained.
Michael watched, almost pleadingly, as the paramedics rushed up to Jonah, but his heart dropped when he saw one of them shake his head. Furious, he turned back to Benson, who was backing up toward the house.
Cassiel, for that's definitely who he was at the moment, grabbed Benson by the shoulder and spun him around. "You've let a great evil continue itself this day," he said quietly, but angrily, "Your duty is to protect the oppressed... not assist in their oppression. I sense the goodness within you, Jared Benson... embrace it!" Cassiel ordered, grasping Benson by his head. Benson's eyes pulsed white with psychic energy as he tried to cry out, but was unable. He staggered back as Cassiel released him, very disoriented. "You will not remember where you were called, and you will never remember who you found. You will, however, remember that you allowed a tragedy to occur, a traged that you could have prevented with the compassion you have been denying. You will embrace the light from here forward." Officer Benson nodded groggily, and then almost mechanically got into his squad car and drove off.
Michael looked at Jonah as the paramedics zipped him into the body bag, then looked at Daria where she cried quietly against the wall. His head hung sadly as he walked forward and picked Daria up, cradling her lovingly in his arms, and turned to walk away. He could feel the almost-protests in her family's mind, and turned back to them.
"First your granddaughter... and now your nephew. How much more will you let yourself lose to pointless hate?" he asked quietly, his glowing eyes fixed on Basil. Then, looking so much like a guardian angel carrying his charge from danger, he flew into the night sky.
Roughly a half hour later, Mike and Daria set down in the same alley they'd teleported into. Mike was no longer powered up, the wings were gone, but his eyes still faintly glowed.
"Baby?" he said, quietly, carrying Daria to a nearby bench and sitting down with her. She'd been quiet since they left, in obvious shock over what had happened. "Baby, it's over," he whispered, still cradling her in his arms as he sat with her.
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 11, 2006 6:50:13 GMT -6
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Daria was staring at the floor tiles of the airport, they alternated between white and some odd baige color. She liked the white tiles the most, they reminded her of something pure and untouched, untainted and soft.
She stared at them for a very long time before she realized Mike had been talking to her. Her ears were pressed tightly against her head and only moved slightly, as if she didn't even want to hear his voice.
"Over" he had said. It was over for Jonah but it wasn't over for the rest of her family. They would continue to suffer that hate and feel the need to return it. They would teach it tothe kids who in turn would trach it to their kids. Perhaps the only way for the cycle to end was for them to become mutants like Daria and Jonah. It was only then that he and she had realized what true hatred was and what true tolerance was as well.
Daria just nodded weakly and looked at her hands. She would go to see the doc when they returned. She was obviously unable to teleport them and she knew Mike knew that and trusted he had figured it all out. But still she didn't move, feeling the papery pressure of the deed, the will and the contract in her pocket.
She had went through all that in an attempt to show her family who she was and be proud of her powers and her mutation; something with which she'd been struggling for years. It took great courage and she was sure she had learned somthing valuable in the process but she would think back on the small faces of the kids as they peeked out the window at the fight, she would think of Jonah and his heavy lifeless body cradled in her arms as the paramedics told her he was...dead. Oh how she had hung onto him, screaming for him to wake up and stop playing, but he wasn't playing. And they pried her off of him and carted her Jonah away forever. All because she wanted to do right by her late parents and help the restaurant spread it's feeling of "home" all over the world. She wantedto show her family that she could still do what she was meant to do even with her new ears and tail, perhaps even better.
Was it all worth it, Mike? she asked in a sheer heartbreakingly painful way.
Michael ran his hands over her braids, his heart absolutely breaking over the pain she was going through.
Is anything worth Jonah dying? No... I don't think that anything is worth that, honey.
But you can't blame yourself over it. He didn't die because they called the police on us, he died because he was a mutant present when the police were called. When they found out about his power, and trust me, baby, even when you don't have a tail, a mutation still isn't something you can hide forever, they probably would have called the police on him too. And it probably would have turned out the same, except that he would have had even less of a chance without us there.
You came here to do the right thing. Even with what they did, you still did the right thing. You know what your parents would have wanted, and they would have wanted their daughter to take care of their life's work the way she thinks best.
He sighed, kissing her head as his thoughts continued. Hate is a horrible thing to have to fight, because it is deep rooted, usually based on fear, and is hardly ever logical. Progress comes slowly... the civil rights movement didn't succeed overnight, some people would probably say that it still hasn't finished succeeding. But we have to do what we can with what we have. We both fight for mutants, but that will only do so much, and only really helps in the short run. You just got something, he thought, tapping the papers in her pocket, that will help you make a difference in the long run. You have a growing business, that gives you the power to make change. Every mutant-owned business that succeeds is a victory, and gives our people hope, it gives us a chance that our children, or our children's children, won't have to deal with the hate we're faced with today.
And as for your family... I'm not going to say that this whole debacle will make your grandparents come around. There's always a chance, but I don't know. But at least now your little cousins, in the likely event that any of them are mutants too, know that they can come to you.
He held her tighter, wishing he could take this pain away like he'd taken away the pain in her hands. But sadly, numbing only lasted so long, and the underlying problems causing the pain still persisted when it went away. Tragedies are hardly ever worth the cost when they happen. The imporant thing is to make sure that you make them worth it.
I don't think we should press our luck with airport security tonight. I called for the car that took us to your grandparents... it'll be a while, but it'll be here and will drive us back to the school.
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 11, 2006 18:38:06 GMT -6
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Daria listened to him think. His thoughts sounded different. They were still him, she wouldn't fall for another Johnny trick like the last time, they just felt clearer or stronger. She couldn't quite describe it but something about Mike's powers were a bit stronger.
Thank you. was all she could say. She had a lot to think about but being there in Mike's arms was all she wanted to focus on.
While she leaned against him she rebandaged her hands. As she put all the materials back in the kit her nose picked up on a familiar scent. It was a cologne that she would know anywhere because it was her favorite smell before her mutation.
Sean was there.
Anyone could've owned that same cologne but not everyone smelled the same wearing it, at least not to someone with the sense of smell Daria had. She sat up her ears rotating and her nose twitching.
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 11, 2006 19:02:42 GMT -6
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Sean hadn't noticed either of them and Daria sat for a while deciding whether or not she should say hello.
On the one hand, that could have a bad side effect. He could snitch and scream mutant and they would have to run.
On the other hand Daria could apologize; she wasn't the person she was when she first got her powers and she was genuinly sorry for what she did to Sean, whether or not he deserved it.
She stood up still in mid decision. I'm going to go speak to him.
Mike knew what she was doing, and knew she knew what she was doing... and hell, how could things really get worse tonight anyway. Just be careful, baby. He starts to freak, I'll be right over here.
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 11, 2006 19:20:46 GMT -6
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Daria nodded and pulled her hood over her head her tail disappeared beneath her sweater and she made her way to Sean through a not so crowded airport.
Sean was looking around as if searching for someone and had just began to walk off when she caught up to him. For a minute Daria began to chicken out and turn back when he started walking away but she spoke before she could let herself.
"Sean?"
Sean turned around, he too wore a hood.
"Daria" he said calmly. "I was looking for you."
Daria frowned for a minute. "You were?"
"I heard you came back yesterday." he said sitting down and motioning for her to join.
She glanced in Mike's direction and then sat beside Sean.
"I was debating whether to stop by and see you." he continued. "When I made my choice it was too late but someone told me you were headed to N.Y and..here I am."
"Wow. I didn't think you'd be looking for me." She said in genuine surprise.
"I didn't either." he said with a slight laugh. "But I've been thinking about you for years, wondering when you were gonna show up again, or if you were gonna show up again. I've been wondering how you were and where you were.."
"Sean.." Daria began wanting to cut him off before he said something awkward she didn't want to hear.
"It's hard not to have you on my mind everyday, because everytime I look in the mirror I remember you." he removed his hood and revealed his face.
What Daria had aimed ofr the night fieve years ago she had gotten. Sean was permanently scarred; his face that had once brought girls to their knees now made one cringe to look at. His wounds had healed badly and he had not the money to pay for the surgery. Daria hissed slightly.
"Yeah, not pretty is it?" Sean said solemnly. "Yeah, I've been waiting to see you again."
"Sean, I'm..."
"Sorry?" Sean began. "IS that what you're going to say? It's not going to help."
Daria wanted to tell Sean that he deserved it. But Daria wasn't that person and she knew no one deserved to be hurt. Often it was those that didn't deserve it who were hurt the most. "Sean I made a mistake. Unfortunatly it was one that you had to live with, but I had to live with it too."
"How could you? I'm the one who looks in the mirror everyday and is reminded of that I'm some kind of horrible monster now."
Daria hissed. "I'm reminded of the same thing thank you."
"Don't play the mutant card, Daria."
"No. I'm not. It's not the ears and tail that make me feel like a monster, it's knowing that I did something that horrible to someone as if i didn't care."
Sean was silent. "I didn't come to rub it in your face."
"And I didn't come to hurt you again. I don't know why I'm here. I can't fix it all with sorry." She admitted. "I thought I could but I can't. I want you to know that I do feel bad. I'm sorry."
Sean nodded. "I know, Daria. I'm sorry too. What I did was wrong and I should expect you to get mad. After a while, I mean after all these years I've realized that I had something good and I let it go. I should've known you were the same person. I can overlook the mutation, Dar."
Mike walked up and stood behind Daria, obviously not about to take an active participation in this conversation, but putting an arm on her shoulder to make his role in this little gathering evident. Right behind you, babe. Like always.
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 11, 2006 19:38:00 GMT -6
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Daria exhaled heavily as Sean moved his hand away. He sized Mike up, they were about the same height, Mike being an inch or so taller.
He looked at Daria a bit embarassed but grateful she'd cut him off.
"You're right. I am the same person, Sean. And what happened was just a lapse in judgement on my part." She pulled her checkbook from her pocket and signed a check for a pretty nice sum of money. "I want you to have your old life back. Fix the outside and maybe time can heal the inside." she said handing him the paper.
"Daria, I can't take this." he began.
"Please do. I can't fix anything Sean, so I am trying to do the best that I can. I'd feel horrible if you didn't keep it."
Sean looked down and sighed tucking the check in his pocket. "Well, what can I do to fix what I did?" he asked.
"Nothing. I've already forgiven you." she said.
Sean smiled. "I've forgiven you too, Dar. Good luck."
"Same to you," she said hugging him and then moving back grabbing Mike's hand. "I'll see you around, Sean. Take care of yourself."
"You too." Sean said giveing her one last look in the eyes before turning and leaving.
When they got back to their seats in the airport, Daria collapsed into a chair.
Mike squeezed Daria's hand, then leaned over to kiss her cheek. "You handled that very, very well," he said, smiling slightly. In all, he wasn't sure what he'd been more nervous about... Sean wanting to hurt her, or what had happened, Sean wanting her back. Still, in either event, he was fairly sure he didn't have much to worry about.