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.
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Like breadcrumbs through a forest, Jorge had left his trail fairly obvious. The reason for this, of course, was because he wasn’t a stupid man. He knew that he was being tailed by the agent; he didn’t even have to look back and check on her. The fact was that he had antagonized the agent enough to cause her to make a stupid decision. He knew she didn’t have anything on him to be arrested for, but the fact that he vaguely threatened her family was enough to stir up some mother-bear-protecting-her-cubs BS that the man laughed at. It was enough to make her follow.
Once Jorge had arrived at the warehouse, he continued to feign his subterfuge as he snuck into the building and closed the creaky door behind him. Once inside, Jorge took a second to stand and just appreciate the desolation. The Happy Glass Co. building was an example of the pitfalls of the academic climate. They had been around since the 70s and kept a nice, low profile. However, in the economic boom they started to expand like crazy, making room for more warehouses and more factories, assuming that they would ride this wave until the very end. How wrong they were. The company went belly-up and all that remains are the gutted, emptied buildings now used to collect rats, dirt, and nefarious stories.
Moving away from the door, Jorge didn’t notice if anyone peeked in through the window, but they would see his back as he moved into a long hallway and disappeared around through a set of broken, wooden doors. Once he was inside, the man closed the doors behind him and the building became heavy with silence. Except for the distance sound of water dripping from a broken pipe somewhere within, there was nothing at all that would sound terrible. The only bad thing about this place was the heavy scent of dilapidation and decay that had seeped into the very concrete. However this silence would soon be broken.
From the center of the building, in a room with no windows, there would echo out a sound: a young voice crying out for help, shouting in agony and begging for mercy. It was the kind of sound that would tug at the heartstrings of the most stone-like individual and drive them to action. But the problem with sound and high emotions was that it was quick to dismiss the little things…
…such as the fact that the sound was coming from a hidden speaker in an empty room; a fact that wouldn’t make itself known until far too late for anyone foolhardy enough to barrel into the room without checking first.
Posted by Gemma Taylor on Apr 25, 2017 13:48:42 GMT -6
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Agent T watched Cervantes walk down a dilapidated hallway, and disappear behind a door. The whole place was perfect for all kinds of clandestine activities; she doubted it was even fit for human habitation, and certainly not monitored in any serious way. S.U.P.E.R. was of course aware of the existence of these seemingly abandoned warehouses and their potential uses to criminals, but there was simply too many of them to cover all at all times without significantly more resources than they had. But this time, she might just have lucked into something, free of charge.
Gemma was about to take note of the building and head back to base for backup, when she heard the voice. It sounded like a young woman or a child, scared and in pain. It was a faint sound, but she picked up on it well enough, and it immediately changed the whole situation.
There was no more time to waste.
Agent T slipped from the crates and went to the door, pushing it quietly open as she held her gun ready. She moved down the hallway, listening for warning sounds - but the building still felt abandoned, other than the victim and obviously Cervantes. She moved from door to door slowly, listening for the pleading voice, until she found the room she had been looking for.
Taking a deep breath, the agent kicked the door open, ready to fire if attacked. If she had been with the police, she would have announced herself... but she was not. And S.U.P.E.R. was not kind to mutants who committed heinous crimes.
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These warehouse are particular indeed. They were initially created in order to maximize the space available, allowing several floors and broom closet-like offices to be crafted in order to extend the amount of space available. They were labyrinths of spaces, offices, supply rooms and work floors, all of which were crafted together to create a place where space is optimized. But that was then, now these warehouse were little better than nightmarish death traps. The space was still utilized quite well, but instead of a bustling business, it was filled with dust and vermin. The walls threatened to collapse at any moment and the sounds of squatters and, occasionally, unearthly things could be heard as they monstrously echoed in the halls.
As the agent would move through them, seemingly spurred on by the vague cries for help and assistance, another individual watched quietly from the shadows. Situated in a safe room, what used to be an office, Jorge watched through unseen surveillance as the leggy beauty rushed in to rescue whomever it was that was in danger. It didn’t take Jorge long to understand the type of woman she was, or at least a small part of what drove her. She was a helper, someone who didn’t want to see innocents suffer. While that was sweet and all, it was also a tremendous liability on her part; it meant that he had leverage.
Would he actually hurt her children if he was so inclined to do so? Jorge had done worse in his life for far simpler reasons. He didn’t like being followed, he didn’t like others pushing into his business, and most of all, he didn’t like S.U.P.E.R. or what it did to his kind. They were fossils trying to cling onto whatever last remnants of life they could hold onto and it was quite pathetic. Still, they afforded him the opportunity to blow off steam whenever it was required.
Watched as she approached the door where he had set up the speaker, the business sighed and shook his head. He acted the part of a movie-goer, almost shouting at the screen to alert the actress to not go up the stairs! However, he didn’t voice any of these words and merely grinned as the woman kicked the door open and stepped inside.
The room was empty. Nothing was inside except for a broken down desk, walls with ripped posters, and several emptied and discarded boxes that smelled of mildew and rat droppings. The speaker, hidden somewhere in the wall, simply continued to play the exact same sounds she had heard on a loop. He snorted a bit as he watched through the television that was set up.
Sight, he picked up the microphone that played the sound and clicked it as he began to talk.
”Tsk, tsk..” His voice was somewhat distorted so that it wouldn’t sound precisely like him, but it was obvious it was him. It echoed almost deafening in the small quarters of the room. ”Shouldn’t you know better than to wander into strange abandoned buildings?”
He turned off the switch carried his voice to the room. Instead he picked up his cellphone and set out a quick text to people whom he had called earlier to lie in wait inside the building. Through other screens he could see that thugs and ne’er-do-wells, most of which only knew of the slightest whisper of Poseidon, were gathered all around. In the cab ride over, Jorge had sent out a call to one of his lieutenants to gather some local nasty people (gang members, bikers, and the like) and had them lie in wait in this building with the promise of rich reward for whomever could handle a single woman.
It was quick work but five of the nastiest and most foul looking gentlemen and women that Jorge had ever laid eyes upon were here. Quickly he typed up his text:
Showtime.
[SEND]
From the screens he could see each member of the posse look to Jorge’s lieutenant. The man gave them the go-ahead before he turned and found his own exit out of the building. With their reins off, the group of five immediately stepped into the halls and started to search the building, on the hunt for their quarry. Jorge grinned as he watched the first, a heavily tattooed and smelly-looking man in nothing but leather pants and a mesh shirt, brandishing a revolver, as he edged closer and closer to the room Gemma had found herself in.
The room was empty. Of course it was empty. It was so freaking obvious, a rookie would not have missed it. Except Gemma. Gemma was so caught up in her anger about the threat to her children that she forgot her very basic training. Do. Not. Trust. Criminals. And the whole thing, about following Jorge, about him going straight from threatening her to committing some kind of a crime... She should have known better.
Stupid!
Gemma turned around in the empty room. She knew she had walked into a trap; she was just waiting to see what kind of a trap it was. Ambush? Captivity?... Explosions?...
>>”Tsk, tsk. Shouldn’t you know better than to wander into strange abandoned buildings?”
"You've finally made a mistake, Cervantes" Gemma snarled, backing away from the door. She knew Cervantes could see her, although she was not sure where the cameras and speakers were placed. "S.U.P.E.R. will take you out for this..."
There was no response. There was, however, a sound of footsteps from outside. Whoever Cervantes had to do his dirty work was not overly concerned about stealth. That was telling in itself.
The guy in the leather pants came through the door, doing a sweeping motion with his revolver. No doubt he hoped to make an entrance and get some begging out of the woman in the room, or maybe he expected her to cower or try to make a run for it. Agent T did no such thing. She shot the guy twice in the chest as soon as he appeared, and then she left the room. It was all self-defense now.
She managed to make it part way down the hall before she was attacked by the second thug. This one was larger and hairier, but she could not tell if he was a mutant or not - not that it would have made a difference. The body slammed into her and she was thrown into the opposite wall, leaving a dent in the cheap dry wall and losing her grip on his gun. Gemma brought her knee up with as much force as she could, sinking it into some soft parts of her opponent, but the sheer weight pushing her into the wall made it difficult to draw a breath. Someone else was laughing, maybe a woman, as the noise of her struggle drew the rest of the thugs out...
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Interacting with his victim probably wasn’t the best course of action but the man was intelligent enough to know to not saying anything that was too damning. After all, this was merely a warning, nothing more than that. He in no way expected the thugs he had hired to actually kill her, but rather had surmised that her training and expertise would be enough to see her through the day. Yes, he was sure that she was going to beat down any and all of the thugs who were in this little labyrinth, but the man was still amused.
Resting back in his chair, he watched through unseen cameras as she snarled about him finally making a mistake. Truth was that he didn’t. The man was far too smart to get caught simply trying to prove a point. Even if she had a device of sorts recording him, he never admitted that the voice was Jorge Cervantes, nor did it really sound like it thanks to the distortions in the speakers. Of course she could just say that she followed him in but there were problems in that: A.) Was it really him she saw enter the building? B.) Why was she so sure it was him? And C.) What was she doing stalking a pillar of the community without a warrant or probable cause?
Despite her snarling, Jorge was assured that she knew all of these facts and as much as she wanted to goad him into giving away his position or his hand in this, the man still wasn’t stupid. If she came at him with this, she would find herself buried in legal paperwork and end up with a restraining order for assault and stalking. Really, she had nothing to use against him and it was such a delicious feeling knowing that that the crime boss wanted to do a little dance.
But he wouldn’t. For now he would just sit back and watch the fun unfold.
The crew he assumed looked quite vicious and ready to rip flesh from bones. The first had entered the room, clearly looking to get something a little more from the agent but instead only found a pair of bullet buried into his gut. Jorge winced and chuckled as he watched the man slump against the wall, leaving a trail of blood smeared against the decaying surface. In the meantime, Jorge switched to a new angle and watched the dark-skinned angel as she moved into the hall.
The next move came from the individual whom Jorge affectionately referred to as Sasquatch. He wasn’t into the whole making a woman beg, thing, he was more just hurting anyone he was pointed at. He managed to slam his weight against Gemma, denting the wall and forcing her to drop her gun. However she continued to prove to be a tenacious sort. Though he couldn’t quite see the move she did, judging by the man’s close-legged reaction, it was clear where her knee had buried itself.
Jorge continued to chuckle to himself, setting his legs up on the table and folding his hands on his stomach. This really was must see TV. As Gemma struggled under the weight of Sasquatch, the sounds of their scuffling already seemed to draw the attention of the rest of the household. Those who were searching for their intended target were immediately set on track to follow the noises, the first being a shorting, lean, but nonetheless, crazed looking Latin woman with flowing black hair and switch blades in each of her hands. She giggled nonsensically as she started to climb atop Sasquatch and looked down at the pinned agent.
“Awww, why so serious, sweetie?” she cackled. She twirled the blades in her hands. “Let’s see if we can widen that smile!”
Back in his hidden room, Jorge rolled his eyes. Where did his lieutenant find these goofs? A comic convention at an insane asylum?
Posted by Gemma Taylor on May 12, 2017 7:50:55 GMT -6
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Gemma's height or weight was no match to the towering pile of hair and flesh that pinned her to the wall. She brought her knee up repeatedly, but other than some pained grunts and shudders, she did not get the desired effect of breaking free from the living trap she'd gotten into. Her gun was out of reach. She considered biting the asshole in the face, but just then, there was suddenly even more weight, forcing the air out of her lungs, and looking up, she saw the crazed eyes of a woman.
>>“Awww, why so serious, sweetie? Let’s see if we can widen that smile!”
Agent T snapped her head to the side just in time, but could not completely avoid the first slash; it left a line of red on her cheek, and she heard the woman giggle in a hysterical tone.
Things were not going well. Agent T was even more furious from the knowledge that Cervantes was probably watching, and somewhere, above her, he was having a great time.
The woman leaned in to hiss at her. That was a mistake. Gemma moved immediately, headbutting her in the nose. There was a spurt of blood and a screech, and as the woman tumbled down, she clawed Sasquatch enough to pull him off balance. Gemma slipped free and tore down the hallway... only to run into another thug, a woman, much larger than her. She bounced off of her like a wall, and she did not even fall all the way to the floor before the steel-toed boot caught her in the ribs.
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Jorge winced. The fountain of blood that spurted out of his crazed woman’s nose was a damn fountain but such a sight. He had to hand it to the woman that she expertly well-trained. She had a knack for toughing it out through some of the hardest times and yet didn’t lose her cool. Jorge had squared off with similar agents before, from other government institutions, and they were always made short work of. The way they cried and screamed, begged for mercy, even promised to trade something more sexual in return for their lives, it was a sound that the man was used to hearing. Oh ho, ho, but not this woman here. She was a fighter down to the last drop of blood.
After she had knocked heads with the crazed woman and wriggled out from tall, dark, and hairy, the agent immediately clamored out. From the look on her face, Jorge could see that she was quickly realizing the hornet’s nest that she had found herself inside of. She attempted to bolt down the hallway, however Jorge could already see that there was another person already in her way.
The collision was enough to make even Jorge wince. Gemma fumbled backwards the second she ran head first into the bodacious frame of the large, stocky woman. Like the agent, Brunhilda was extremely tall but she had far more meat on her bones. Gemma running into her seemed to do little but bring a smile to her lips. Across her milky skin were various tattoos, each of which depicted her clear allegiance to certain supremacists who favored fair skin. Dressed in just a torn denim vest and leather pants with steel-toed boots, the woman chuckled so hard that her bountiful bosom undulated.
Stepping towards the agent after she had fallen, Brunhilda suddenly lashed out with her foot, driving her boot into the agent’s ribs. That seemed to distract the agent, long enough for Brunhilda to grab a nearby coffee table. Easily she hefted it up over her head.
“Heh. They think you are challenge?” she spat at Gemma. “You are not even 100% human!” She snarled as she brought the coffee table down, ready to smash the agent’s head in.
Jorge, from his surveillance room, stared with wide eyes and a grin on his lips. This was certainly must-see TV.
Posted by Gemma Taylor on May 21, 2017 11:05:53 GMT -6
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Gemma hit the concrete floor hard, tasting blood in her mouth and feeling something give in her chest as the steel-toed boot collided with her ribs. The pain was blinding, and for a moment she was sure she was going to pass out. A small, detached part of her brain was already taking stock, cracked ribs, possible bruises to the face, likely concussion, shoulder dislocation... But training and sheer adrenaline was keeping her awake as the woman gave a few more kicks, just for good measure.
Stupid stupid stupid
There was a pause, and Gemma drew a rasping breath. She was sure they were going to kill her. Or put her in a coma. Like her children... maybe if she died, Cervantes would leave her children alone.
>> “You are not even 100% human!”
But she was. She was an adapted human. Nature's response to mutant powers that were hurtful, dangerous, out of control... she was the answer. She was humanity's answer.
Agent T rolled to look up, seeing the table loom above her head. It looked sturdy enough to crack her skull for sure. Curling up, she kicked out one foot with all her strength left, and her heel wedged itself into the woman's abdomen, digging deep under her sternum. The table tumbled to the side, but it still caught Gemma in the head.
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’Stop!”
Jorge’s distorted voice rang throughout the speakers in the building. He observed at Brunhilda recovered from a rather nasty kick to the stomach and was busy vomiting across the floor. She was already beginning to recover and reaching for another object to crush the agent’s head in. When she heard the man’s voice, though, she looked around in a confused manner. She knew she had been hired to give someone in this building hell and now someone else was issuing her commands? Jorge could see the displeasure on her face.
Brunhilda snorted through her teeth as she straightened herself up. She eyed the fallen agent, ready to break her skull open. Her comment about her being not totally human had nothing to do with mutants or adapteds, but something far deeper, far more socially unacceptable. The Aryan woman narrowed her eyes to dark-headed agent, anger pouring off of her. She was didn’t care what anyone said. She was going crush the life out of this woman while she was unconscious.
Stepping back a few feet, she reached over, picking up a fallen chair and pointed a broken, jagged edge down. She would end her and have her begone from this world. However, as she took a defying step towards her fallen body, her vision suddenly became clouded, wet. Water encapsulated her head, swirling about, cutting off her access to oxygen. Desperately she clawed at her face but the water kept snaking its way in, pouring up her nostrils, down her throat, and deep into her lungs. Brunhilda’s eyes bulged as she clawed and flailed. However she would eventually succumb, falling onto her knees, before collapsing onto her side as she tried to desperately make one last breath that would never come.
Behind her fallen body, the sharply dressed Jorge Cervantes stepped forward, a look of disappointment on his face. Brunhilda twitched a last twitch, her eyes darkening from within the swirling water that encapsulated her face. He was only glad that the killer had been outside of the agent’s aura when Jorge had arrived on the scene.
With a sigh he walked up on the scene, nudged the fallen woman with his foot before he moved further down and kneeled down in front of the agent. ”Just…couldn’t follow orders. I apologize for her,” Jorge muttered more to himself than Gemma. Slipping a glove on his hand, he reached down and pressed his fingers against the agent’s throat. Ensuring that she still had a pulse, he smirked as he retracted his hand and pulled off the glove. ”Sometimes they get a little…overeager. Ah well, you’ll be fine. I just…I really hope you consider this a lesson learned, agent.” A small smile appeared across his lips. ”Would hate for something to happen to you before the fun begins.”
Standing, Jorge pulled out his phone and sent off a quick text to his lieutenant that had helped him to hire the baddies for this little display.
Clean up. Leave the agent unharmed. But move fast.
[SEND]
Shaking his head, Jorge stepped over the agent and headed towards the doorway that he had stepped in from. It was a good day.