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.
(So sorry for my delay. I’ve had writers block for Poor Shya in this thread)
Shya thin teen had let herself fall silent while she dug her hole deeper. Liking sign of hope she heard in the others as Mathew asked his question.
"I was just thinking - do you really think they'd help us out of here? I mean, is there really a chance?”
"I don't think, I know they are gonna save us, always remember when there is a will, theres a way"
She pushed her shovel into the dirt and used it to lean against as she caught her breath. Before the camps her body had never experienced a lot of physical labor and it showed. “Like she said. You give your will away to these guys, and when help does come your hope is already lost. The sacrifices those on the out side make and the few in here are for nothing if you don’t keep the belief up. Something will come and we will get out.” She thought briefly about her brother on the out side. He tried so hard to protect her on the out side. He was only human. At least she knew he was safe.
“I’m a psychic and my abilities work mostly with Empathy. I can communicate through sensations, images, and emotions, with others but most of the time It only works like a one way radio. All going to me.”
"Hey, no offense meant," Pitbull said, "but I don't know many parents who would name their kids something like Deathstar. So did you come up with that yourself, or did someone give it to you?"
"No offense taken, I perhaps took your question way out of context, but to answer your question, an old gang I hung out with gave me that name, I liked it, and I decided to keep it" Deathstar gazed back at one of the guards with her eyes piercing through their crooked soul, she always made sure she remembered their faces so when the time comes she can take them out one by one.
Deathstar shifted her eyes on Mathew, "you know what, I don't have to be a telepath to know whats on your mind Mathew" she says with a slight grin on her face.
Mathew's chest tightened and he kept his eyes on the hole he was digging. What was this? What's this, then, that she knew? What was she talking about? Gah!
"I'm sorry?" He said curiously, looking back at Deathstar with a bemused expression. He carried on digging, attempting to use the act as something to keep the adrenaline from rushing through him. There was always a thrill in being caught out in a lie. It wasn't a nice thrill, but it was exciting nonetheless. It meant he had to come up with an even better lie to cover the last, and then another, and the game was to see if he could remember all these lies and fit them seamlessly together. Oh, yes. He liked a challenge. "Deathstar," he said in earnest, "I don't understand."
(OOC: Just dropping in and then running back out. Feel free to ignore me; I'm just showing Neena's character a bit.)
A odd pair of individuals approached the gravesites. Actually, the first of the pair wasn't so odd; one of the many guards set to escort various Camp inmates as they went about their jobs. This particular guard was rather short compared to his comrades, but other than that he matched all of the others.
The second individual was the odd one, in several ways. At first glance, the dark-skinned woman resembled many of the other camp inmates; thinner than she should have been (ignoring the hips that never seemed to shrink, even if she wanted them to), and a bit battered and raggedy-looking. She was burdened down like a donkey; a large bundle was strapped to her back, and she carried a basket on her head, like an African water-carrier. However, as she approached, her attitude negated first impressions.
First and foremost, she was whistling. Off-key most definitely, but whistling nonetheless. And she stood straight, not hunched over under her burden. She didn't seem to be in any hurry, either, simply keeping step with her escort. A pair of flimsy, disposable sunglasses covered her eyes.
As the pair drew closer, the whistling ceased. The woman bowed her head, keeping her eyes to the ground. At the edge of the gravesite, she stopped and set the basket down besides a pile of clothes, gathered from the dead bodies, which were to be laundered and recycled for new 'arrivals'. She knelt and began gathering, lips quivering as she chanted something under her breath. Shya would recognize the final goodbyes Neena gave to the dead, as she had heard it many times before. She kept her distance, and didn't say anything to the gravediggers the entire time.
Finally the clothes were gathered, and she sighed, bowing her head a little further to the earth, before pushing herself to her feet. Halfway up, she tripped over something.
"Whoa!" she yelped and tried, unsuccessfully, from measuring her length in the dust. The load on her back pulled her off-balanced, and she fell backwards. Her glasses skittered off to one side, revealing a pair of almost-white eyes. She huffed, and made a face. "Ow...." She looked like a turtle turned over on its shell.
All of the guards, even those overseeing the digging rolled their eyes.
"Hurry up Klutzilla. You're behind schedule again." Her escort kicked her in the legs and began to move away, back toward the laundry pool.
"Aren't I always?" Neena grinned and winked, upside down, quickly at the diggers, then rolled over and pushed herself back to her feet, grunting a bit as she did. She retrieved her sunglasses, kept her head and eyes down again as she replaced the basket atop her head, and headed away. Once out of the immediate area, she straightened up, and again began to whistle cheerily.
Haddix watched as the laundry girl collected the clothes of the deceased and put them in the basket. When she fell, he had half a mind to help her collect everything that fell out, but he was still a bit sore from his previous beating, and by the time his better half was ready to go, the girl seemed to have everything under control. He was thrown off for a second by her eyes, at first assuming the girl was blind, but when he saw her wink at them, he knew better. And I thought I was trying to keep a positive outlook, he thought. Once she left and the guards resumed their lackadaisical rounds, the Pit Bull looked around to everyone. "Anyone know her?"
Posted by gorgan01 on Feb 20, 2008 11:15:07 GMT -6
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As Ted lsitened to Deathstar and Pitbull, he got to thinking. Now that he was an X-Man, should he have a cool nickname as well? He tried to come up with something, but failed. "Hey guys, what do you think would be a cool name for me?" For some odd reason, the name Pups sprang to mind, but he dismissed it. He wanted something far more threatening. And cool-sounding!
"Thats Neena, she is also apart of the X-men", Deathstar said as she shook her head with shameful look on her face, "I don't know how long I can take this, I can only stand around and watch as they treat us like crap", Deathstar wanted to help the poor woman, she seemed to keep a positive mindset very well. This camp seems to bring out the worse in people except for Neena, and Deathstar admired that about her. Throwing dirt over her shoulders Deathstar wanted to forget the scenario, she wanted remain humble until her teamates rescued her, and it will be then when she unleashes her rage on these cowardly guards.
"Hey guys, what do you think would be a cool name for me?" Ted asked.
"Don't know Ted, I guess you gotta come with one yourself" she silently laughed to herself softly relieving herself from this camp mental anguish.
Mathew watched the woman with interest, the way he watched all peculiar people. He still had the baby-boy facade on his face, but he couldn't help the intrigued intelligence from slipping through. However, he turned away when she started stripping the bodies. He didnt' want to see that... the very idea that the guards would see the dead women naked disgusted him.
"Hey guys, what do you think would be a cool name for me?"
The naked cadavers having unsettled him, Mathew spoke without thinking. "Well, the guards call me Fever-" He stopped immediately and mentally kicked himself. That name didn't fit well with the power he'd told them he had... "Uuh, I don't really know why." He said sheepishly.
"What about Remulus, Romulus... uhm, Baskerville, Hound, Animal, Lupus, Lycan...." He spilled forth, in a bid to change the subject.
"Fever, eh?" Haddix said, smirking. "I never heard the guards call you that." He took another shovelful of dirt over his shoulder, using his bandages to keep sweat out of his eyes. The grave was starting to get rather large now. "Say, how much bigger do we need to dig this thing?" He didn't mean to sound callous, he'd just never worked in here before. He stopped digging for the time being, leaning on the shovel. He wasn't tired, because he couldn't be tired. He just felt like not digging for a moment. Nonetheless, he took this moment to freshen the air in his lungs, relatively speaking anyways. He looked around at everyone else digging, eyes stopping on Deathstar for a second longer than they probably should have. He shook his head and stretched his arms in spite of the pain it caused in his ribs. Resuming his digging, he kept his eyes focused on the dirt he was breaking up with his shovel.
Posted by gorgan01 on Feb 21, 2008 14:13:40 GMT -6
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"Fever? That's an odd name." Ted listened as Matthew listed off a load of names; probably the first words to come to his after being told Ted's power. "I quite like Lupus. Maybe I'll go with that." He dug at the grave a bit more, and realised that they had actually created quite a big hole. "Shouldn't be much more, but the guards like to make us do more work by telling us to dig much deeper than we actually need to. So I've been trying to work out the shallowest we can dig and not get told to dig deeper; more as something to do than to actually test it."
Deathstar stop digging for a moment looking up at the sky thinking about Ted's nickname, "Umm! Lupus, its okay I guess, doesn't really stand out for me, but thats just my honest opinion", Deathstar resumed digging .
"Say, how much bigger do we need to dig this thing?"
Deathstar jolted the shovel into ground wiping the sweat off her forehead, "I guess this is deep enough, how about we throw a body inside it now". She took a moment to herself silently praying for the victims of this horrific camp, in a train of thought she catches Pitbull's eyes looking at her, she threw a hint of a smile to him, but shrugged it off No, Deathstar don't do this again, you know what happened the last time you fell for a guy, Deathstar thought to herself.
"Can one of you be a gentlemen and help me with this body?" Deathstar said sarcastically
(OOC - sorry, should have mentioned this. Fever is a nickname the guards have given Mathew. This is where he'll take his codename from after the camps)
"Fever, eh? I never heard the guards call you that." Mathew heard Pitbull say. He raised an eyebrow... then fell back into his character.
"It's just a nickmane they've thought up." He said vaguelly, still digging at the hole. He noticed that Pitbull's had progressed much quicker than his, even though he'd arrived later.
Damn these skinny arms...
"I quite like Lupus. Maybe I'll go with that." Ted said. Mathew jsut kept on digging.
Sarcasm isn't needed. It was your suggestion, after all...
"Umm! Lupus, its okay I guess, doesn't really stand out for me, but thats just my honest opinion." Deathstar said.
Hm, maybe she's not a just a tomboy with an attitude after all...
"Say, how much bigger do we need to dig this thing? I guess this is deep enough, how about we throw a body inside it now. Can one of you be a gentlemen and help me with this body?" She finished.
In the corner of his eye, Mathew noticed one of the guards shift.
"I thought we told you Shyest over there had to do it, Spangly? You can flirt all you want, there ain't no guys gonna' help you."
The guard looked back to Shya, "Dump the flesh in the hole, Ray Charles." He said harshly.
Mathew noticed that he seeemd to derive pleasure from that, and his companions watched eagerly. He stuck his shovel in the ground and kept digging.
Just wait. One of these days, one of these days...
One of these days, the funny guy was going to go to sleep and not wake up, what with having no innards left. He seemed to like nicknames, so Mathew decided his name would be.... Sleepy Hollow. Yes, that fit perfectly. Regardless of his callous nature, his real nature as opposed to the sweet English guy these four were seeing, he still felt a little pity for Shya.
Alan Haddix couldn't help but laugh. "Lupus? Like the disease?" he shook his head and leaned on his shovel. The guards chiding insults at the blind girl and Deathstar bothered him for a moment, but he stopped himself before saying something that would have earned him a beating. Instead he (literally) bit his tongue and shifted his gaze between the two girls and the guards. He wringed the shovel's handle tightly in his hands until the anger subsided. He was a fighter after all, and the first rule of being a fighter is knowing when not to fight.
Posted by gorgan01 on Feb 25, 2008 14:41:26 GMT -6
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Ted glared at the guards, but it didn't seem to threaten them entirely... probably something to do with the damnable collar. He stomached the smell as he picked up the body and gently lowered it into the grave. He then started shovelling dirt back on top as he looked at Pitbull. "Disease? What disease?"
The Pit Bull started shoveling dirt into the grave, not letting the smell get to him. He looked at Ted as he asked about the name
"Disease? What disease?"
"You know, lupus. It's a disease that causes your immune system to attack healthy tissues and cells instead of sick ones." He used his bandage to wipe sweat from his forehead. "My mom had it." He never broke his shoveling rhythm during the conversation, but occasionally made eye contact with Ted, despite what the guards were doing. After a month in the camps, Haddix was learning to shut them out, much the way you shut out the excess noise of the city when you're trying to sleep. "Just thought you'd want to know."