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.
"Look around you, how do you think I'm doing" Deathstar said sarcastically, "look I don't mean to sound harsh, but this place has brought out the worse in me" she wipes the sweat from across her forehead and jolts the shovel into the ground. "Your face looks familiar, were you perhaps at the mansion?", Deathstar asks as she continued to dig into the ground.
Posted by gorgan01 on Jan 11, 2008 15:05:15 GMT -6
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Ted nodded. "Yep, and I became a X-man before getting tossed in here." He had to struggle to keep the pride out of his voice, as he didn't realise that he was tlaking to a much more experianced X-man. She had seemed familiar, but because he was using all his willpower to ignore his sense of smell he hadn't been able to use it to identify her. "So I'm assuming you're a mansion resident too? I hadn't been there all that long, so I hadn't been able to meet everyone." Now that he though about it, he had actually been there a good while. He was just used to introducing himself like that. wow, had long had it been since he'd seen his... parents. Crap! He still hadn't phoned them, and they must surely have heard about the registration. Would they come over here to try and take him back to England? That would be great, but he doubted that they would be allowed to just take him out, and even if he did, he wouldn't want to just leave everyone here. Not after all the time they had spent with everyone.
"So I'm assuming you're a mansion resident too? I hadn't been there all that long, so I hadn't been able to meet everyone." says Ted
"Oh really!" Deathstar said as she widens eyes as if she had something else on her mind, she takes a moment to stop digging and respond to Ted. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you were present at the last X-men training", she awaited hisanswer but abruptly interrupts him, "I was one of the few who was inside the danger room with you, perhaps you got hit in thehead hard because I find it odd for anybody to forget a member on thier team", Deathstar was slightly bothered he didn't recognize her. "The name is Deathstar don't forget it next time" she picked up the shovel quickly and took a deep inhale while night sky was slowly approaching.
Crap! Normally he wouldn't forget people so easily, he wondered why he would forget her. Then it occuered to him, he was thoroughly ignoring his sense of smell. Maybe he naturally recognised people by their smell? That would make sense, as well as a good excuse, which might make her a little less angry. "Sorry, normally I remember people by smell, but around here I completly ignore it. Otherwise I can smell all the people..." Hopefully she might get off his case a little. Hopefully.
Shya smiled at the little exchange. Ok so it seemed DeathStar was that way with everyone. Just her. Shya shrugged and continued to the next hole. No not a hole, a grave, but her mind worked better thinking of it just as a hole. She could remember it was a grave later. “That sense of smell must be rough.” Shya said with her soft voice as she began to dig the next hole. “If it wasn’t for this cuff on me, reminding me to keep my mind to myself, I’d feel everything.” So she could sort of understand. In this place, she had actually been thankful for the cuff to keep her from becoming too empathic.
Posted by gorgan01 on Jan 27, 2008 15:43:28 GMT -6
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So she understood what she was going through? That was nice, having someone he could relate to. "So you know what it's like? Being near the dead?" Infact, being an empath, it would be a whole lot worse for her. Ted dug away at the hole with his spade, thankful that his digging talents meant the guards had him permanently digging, and not having to put the bodies in the graves. In a way, Shya was lucky to be blind. She wouldn't have to look at the friends as they were covered in earth.
(OOC - hey, hope you don't mind me RPing my way in)
Two guards walked on either side of Mathew, keeping close. He had to wonder why...
So, gravedigging, he thought, it's better than cleaning, at least.
The truth was, he'd angled for this job. It fit his agenda perfectly - close to the guards the whole day, close to the bodies to keep the pain fresh in his mind. He'd learned to deal with the sick feeling in his stomach, when he thought about how they'd died. Now he used it as a drive, to keep him going.
"So," he said to the guard on his left, noticing the ring on his wedding finger, "it must be frustrating, here the whole day. You're wife must feel very lonely." His words dripped honey. Fermented, rotten honey.
The guard didn't slow his pace. The sound of the six feet on the dirt made dry, scraping sounds as they manouvered the arid terrain.
"She's plenty happy," he said crudely, "and you can shut that mutant trap, kid. I've heard about your Dr. Freud bull."
The other guard snickered.
"On the defensive, buddy?"
"You can shut it too, pal. I can't wait for your ass to be shifted back to the women's camp."
Mathew's ears perked up.
"Oh? I'm sorry, I forgot your name." He said slyly.
"That's 'cause he never gave it, kid," the other man said, looking over Mathew's head, "don't be taken in by his bullshit, pal."
Mathew sneered and wished the man a painful disease.
He spied three people gathered around a grave, but he wasn't going in that direction.
He was heading towards a mound of dead bodies. His eyes widened, but he kept his cool. Nevertheless, his heart seemed to be pushing to the back of his chest as if it were reluctant to close the distance. One of the guards pushed him forward roughly and he stumbled.
"This is what we call the Roach Motel," he said, amused.
"Yeah," the other guard said, "you check in but you never check out."
Mathew's nose twitched. ""wankers." He whispered.
"What was that, mutie?" One of the guards asked, now angry.
"Nothing." He said quickly.
"Yeah, right," his companion said, "here, if you're so sentimental, take a closer look."
He came up behind Mathew and grabbed his head, shoving him down into the bodies. He closed his eyes tight and prayed that the woman he was facing was now in peace. He was pulled up roughly and dragged forcibly in the other direction, towards the other three captives. He struggled along, but made the decision that he'd let them have their macho display for the time being. It suited his purposes. He was flung over amidst the three and he staggered, looking up at them with a victimised expression on his face.
"Hey guys, got another one for you!" His opressor called over to the gathering of watchmen. "Watch this one. He's a regular Svengali."
Mathew looked at the three mutants, his eyes wide and scared. He drew his arms in and hugged himself as he tried to get up.
"Hehe, so long, Machivelly," the guard said to him.
"My name's Mathew." He said in a quiet voice.
And it's prounounced Machiavelli, he added as an afterthought.
The guard kicked him in the back of his knee just as he managed to stand.
"Shut up."
Mathew fell again, into the dirt; he scrambled backwards quickly to stop himself from falling into the hole. There was a child down there!! The dirt and mud slid under him as he tried to put some distance between him and the dead girl. He looked back, but the guards were already leaving, the watchmen laughing like hyenas.
Looking disoriented and a little naive, he looked back at the three mutants around the grave and smiled meekly.
(I don’t know if Ted and Death Star want to do a time laps because of what has happened since the beginning of this thread, but I’ll follow what others do. I’m leaving that open for now.)
Shya moved her head up as she heard the guards and the new grave digger approaching. Instead of making a big move she lowered her head again and continued using her shovel. Tapping it on the inside of the hole to tell exactly where the opening was then using it to scoop more dirt out of the hole.
There was a shifting shuffling of feet and she heard someone being pushed. Heading towards her hole. Instinctively, the blind girl reached out, grabbing for the fabric around his shoulder to try and stop him from falling in her hole. “Are you alright?”
Posted by gorgan01 on Feb 13, 2008 15:36:32 GMT -6
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OOC: Shall we say that this is after the community service bit, as if I'm correct Fever has only just been thrown into the camps with us?
IC: Ted spotted someone he didn't recognise being almost thrown into a grave, but Shya caught his shoulder first. "You new? I thought everyone was already rounded up." He had heard the rumours of a resistence, and there were a few faces from the mansion that he hadn't seen. The most prominent one was Geo... where had he gotten to? Had he found this resistence? Had he fled the country? but he didn't want to mention anything within earshot of the guards; wouldn't want them knowing about a secret resistence planning to free them all.
(ooc- thanks for the heads up fever, I totally abandoned this thread sorry)
Deathstar was steady digging into the dry dirt with a blunt shovel making her job alot harder , her attention shifted when she heard a provoking conversation behind her. Deathstar shook her head with disgust and continued digging until the young guy staggered over in her direction.
"Um... hello?" the young guy said.
"You gotta learn to shut it sometimes, unless you want to join them" Deathstar said sarcastically as she pointed to the pile of dead bodies a few feet behind them, "I don't mean to come off rude, but you gotta be careful what you say around here, especially when you have nothing to back it up". Deathstar returned to work pushing shovel into the ground as she continued talking, "So what's your name?"
"Are you alright?" He studied her. Quiet, thoughtful. Of course, she could be playing the same game he was.
"Yes, thank you." He said weakly whilst picking himself up and dusting off.
"You new? I thought everyone was already rounded up." Male voice, English. Mathew looked up. Young, tall and scruffy looking. He raised his eyebrow at the scruffian and spoke, but his voice was soft and bemused.
"I didn't know anything about this," he said pathetically, "I just.. ended up here." He looked down at the floor and appeared to recollect, making his eyes wide and sad. "I was only a few hours of the plane. They attacked me in New York. I-I didn't have a choice." He said, shaking his head slowly and letting the fear and confusion glint in his eyes briefly before looking back at the trio.
"You gotta learn to shut it sometimes, unless you want to join them," the third woman said, her voice steely, "I don't mean to come off rude, but you gotta be careful what you say around here, especially when you have nothing to back it up". He stared at her, wide eyed. He hugged himself again and let his shoulders slump, looking at the two others in embarrasment before gluing his eyes back to the floor.
"Yes, I understand," he said, conceding.
"So what's your name?" The same harsh voice, but a little softer this time. He studied her eyes... red. There was something pretty about them, in spite of the unusual colour.
"M-Mathew," he managed to say, slightly drawing back form her formidable prescence. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to cause trouble," he looked at the boy, then back at the girl who'd saved him, "I don't know what I'm doing wrong. They just have it in for me." He said, his gaze darting to the watchmen fearfully then back at his new companions.
The guards shoved him again, pushing towards the open grave and pile of bodies. "I'm goin, I'm goin," Haddix said, trying his best to contain a smirk. The fighter in him wanted so badly to lash out, but the rational side of him knew it would lead only to him being another statistic of the camp. Another hard push in the back. "Relax," he said, turning around, "or are you missing a date on the women-" and then came the rifle butt to the cheek. Down on one knee, the Pit Bull spat out blood, took a breath, jostled his jaw a bit, spat out a molar. Before he could get up, one of them delivered a kick to the ribs that nearly lifted him from the ground. Haddix let his training take over, flexing his abdominal muscles to shield his soft innards from the blow.
*THWACK* *THWACK*
He took it all in stride, knowing their time would come, one way or another. For the most part, Alan didn't hate the guards. Most of 'em were just doing their jobs. 9-5 every day, home to the wife and kids, put food on the table. And if it happened to come at the expense of a few mutants, well times were hard enough, right? He attempted to stand up before being driven back down to one knee by the meaty fist of one of the guards. He shook his head as one of the guards shouted something about knowing his place, respect towards those with authority, yadda yadda. He spat once again, raised his hands, and kept his face away from them. "Just dig the damned graves, piss ant," one of the guards said.
"Sure thing, chief," the Pit Bull replied. He received another crack on the back with the club for that, but soon heard the guards walking away. He stood up and brushed himself off as best he could. He hadn't even received a new shirt from the higher ups. He rubbed his ribs where the guard had kicked him. "Evidently there's a shortage on shirts," he lifted his forearms above his head, careful not to cut his scalp with the spinous processes which adorned them. "Or they figured I'd just tear it. " Shaking his head, he extended a heavily bandaged hand out. "Alan Haddix," he said in his thick Boston accent. "Where do I get a shovel from?"
Shya had started digging again, as the conversation had started, yet again. Lifting her head again as she heard another person on their way and the fight they were having with the guards. Well the fight was one sided. Obviously even to her.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to cause trouble, I don't know what I'm doing wrong. They just have it in for me."
Shya offered a shrug. “They are ruff with everyone. Some more then others.” She’d stopped digging, but stayed so that she looked busy by tapping her shovel into the dirt. Loosening the harder clumps. “My name’s shya by the way.” Well some sort of introduction was more polite then nothing.
Deathstar sighs to herself as she watched the new guy Mathew get a little defensive, she didn't to mean to come off intimidating, but thats just one of Deathstar's bad habits, " and my name is Deathstar" she said right after Shya's introduction.
"Sorry I came off as a b#tch, but this place has really taken a toll on me mentally" she said to Mathew feeling a little guilt for coming off as a smart ass. "I do admire your rebellious attitude I must say, but you gotta be a little more careful, these assholes will not think twice about taking advantage of us with these collars on" she rest her shoulder on the shovel while watching another taking a serious beating, she wanted to help but once again all she can do is watch.
"Do any of you know that guy?" she asks the three others standing around her.
"Where do I get a shovel from?" the new guy asked.
"You can have mine if you want" she belted out loud trying to make humor out of the situation.
Mathew smiled innocently at the both of them, keeping his arms wrapped around him. He flinched when his eyes caught another man having the crap kicked out of him... he closed his eyes and turned his head away, wishing he could do the same with his ears.
"Sorry I came off as a b#tch, but this place has really taken a toll on me mentally. I do admire your rebellious attitude I must say, but you gotta be a little more careful, these assholes will not think twice about taking advantage of us with these collars on" With this she leant over her shovel. Mathew nodded at her, his face the perfect imitation of a scared little boy. He watched as the new guy made his way over.
"Do any of you know that guy?"
"He's in the bunk beneath me," Mathew said slowly, "I think his names... Bulldog? Something like that." Of course he knew it was Pitbull. However, a little dumbness would suit the role he was playing.
"Where do I get a shovel from?"
"You can have mine if you want" Deathstar said boorishly.
Mathew smiled meekly at the new man and kept his distance.