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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Kaz and Ambrose had appeared 10ft above the floor in Kaz's warehouse, leaving them to deal with the fall on their own. Having been on his feet already and expecting it, Kaz had no trouble dealing with the sudden fall, landing with the ease and grace of a cat. As for Ambrose, well, there wasn't enough light to allow Kaz to see what happened to the man since his eyes hadn't adjusted in time.
If he had had more time, he would have picked somewhere else to go, but his warehouse was his home, a place he spent most of his time, so it was where he defaulted to. Even though the dim edge lighting spaced out along the floor and ceiling was barely bright enough to illuminate the immediate area around them, when his eyes adjusted, Kaz was able to see the room clearly in full detail.
The large open floor had a ceiling 40ft high, off in the distance various machines, weights, and other training equipment stood ready for use. Sparring arenas, gymnastic equipment, thick padded mats, and even an expansive and intense looking obstacle course spread out around them. There was no such thing as 'standard' equipment in the area, every bit of it was all custom made to withstand the punishment someone with Kaz's abilities could put them through. Though if Kaz had a mind to, he could wreck them all.
Towards the back of room a large freight elevator and a smaller, personal elevator had their outer cages shut with the as both lifts were currently at ground level, across from them on the opposite side of the room a somewhat large spiral staircase was clearly visible to Kaz's adjusted eyes.
Standing in a relaxed yet ready posture, Kaz watched Ambrose as the man got his barrings. ”Seems like you've calmed down a bit Rosie-boy.” With one raised brow, Kaz looked the man over, ”Panu and the others were getting a little uncomfortable, so a change of location seemed a good idea. Hope you don't object.” Not that it would matter if he did, it wouldn't do him any good now. Even though it hadn't been his idea to move the two of them, or that he hadn't had any control over it (he was going to have a word or two to say to those two), Kaz thought that this might cause Ambrose to reconsider his ideas about Kaz and his people.
”So, you willing to talk now?” Kaz took a more aggressive stance after a moment. The implication was clear, 'Or do I need to beat you again?'
Posted by Ambrose Jaager on Aug 22, 2016 19:56:26 GMT -6
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Ambrose went from "on the floor" to "on nothing at all" in an instant, and there was no time where he'd been more appreciative of enhanced reflexes. Even so, it took him a moment to get past the instinctive reaction of "what" to even consider reacting, so while he did manage to land in a way that broke no bones, he had the wind knocked out of him, literally and figuratively. Figuratively because - well, that's how that expression was used, and literally because he realized too late that he did in fact have an injured shoulder, and that was what he'd landed on. He choked on air as he bit back what definitely would've been an embarrassing acknowledgement of pain, but even with that, he made much more of a sound than he'd intended.
Goddammit.
Ambrose winced and rolled over onto his back, taking a moment to just stare up at the - what.
He'd gathered that they, well, weren't in Kansas anymore, but that was a really tall ceiling, compared to Ambrose's small office. Ambrose turned his head towards his side, equally as surprised by what looked like a gym in the building's corner. No, not just a gym. On closer inspection, there seemed to be decidedly non-gym items like a sparring mat and an obstacle course. Ambrose suspected that the workout machines themselves were a little off, too, but he'd never been to the gym in his life, so he wouldn't know. (As it turned out, terrorizing the city a few times a week was more than enough of a workout.)
"Seems like you've calmed down a bit Rosie-boy," a voice said, and Ambrose resisted the urge to smash something. Because dammit, he'd been teleported into this creepily dark warehouse with Kaz, and now he suspected Kaz had something to do with it - okay, Kaz definitely had something to do with it. In fact, Ambrose was going to hazard a guess and say that this was the very warehouse Panu had broken into and started this whole mess with.
Well, full circle. Even in this situation, Ambrose could appreciate the slight irony.
”Panu and the others were getting a little uncomfortable, so a change of location seemed a good idea. Hope you don't object.” Ambrose gave an amused huff, even as he lay on his back trying to make his vision work properly again, because ow. Apparently, Kaz had his own teleporter. Well, that was fine by Ambrose - the immediate threat to Panu was removed, and Panu was still with Cail and Madeline, both of whom knew what to do in such a situation. If the threat persisted, they'd take Panu to an Adapted, which Panu would probably hate but would be the best option because Cail was equally formidable without his mutation as he was with it. (The man had been a soldier, after all.) What that meant was that Ambrose was free to exercise his right to lack self-preservation as much as he wanted. As Kaz spoke, Ambrose removed and tossed his contact lenses, and the room immediately cleared. Yes, maybe he was a bit more farsighted now, but the dimness of the room wasn't as bad of a problem and the thin haze of infrared - a remnant of his more animalistic side - made up for that.
”So, you willing to talk now?” Ambrose looked idly over at Kaz, who was taking a decidedly aggressive stance. Well, no one had ever told Ambrose that he was agreeable. Or consistent. And now that Kaz was not on top of him and crushing him, he didn't feel inclined to be either.
Ambrose tossed his underwear in the direction of Kaz's face. And then immediately was up - on all fours, admittedly - sprinting off towards the staircase that he'd seen on his cursory examination of the room.
