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.
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Posted by dragonfang on Dec 5, 2006 3:56:43 GMT -6
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Character's real name: Kaz Corydon Codename: Sarrus the Dragon
Gender: Male Age: 20 Nationality/Ethnicity: American/Mutt Birthplace: Arizona Personality: He can be a bit impatient. Fairly calm and collected, he sees the world almost in slow motion, so he will seem bored a lot of the time. He’s plenty nice, though in a fight you wouldn’t know it. Notes (hobbies, phobias, worries, ect.): Eat, lounge, sleep. Need to know more? Sometimes he likes to hit the casinos and beat them out of money, or go to the basketball courts and make a few bucks. Did I mention he likes swords? No? Well he does, a lot. He has a collection of very sharp swords, usable in actual combat. Different styles and types, though he particularly likes Katanas due to the craftsmanship, power and grace of them.
Side: Neutral/Bad
Everyday clothing: Uniform : Pajamas: Soft cotton pants and a beater.
Hair color and style: Silver, long locks in the front and shorter towards the back. Eye color: Red Height: 5'11" Build: Lithe and toned.
Scars: None. Tattoos: None. Piercings: None.
Description of ability(ies): Enhanced muscle memory: After doing any motion, activity, or feat of skill a few times perfectly, his muscles remember how to do it, and can repeat it exactly. There is no need to think about the action as it becomes an instant reaction with his muscles. It also lets his mind be clear and think about other things while his body performs said actions. Beyond his muscle memory, his body is beyond the physical norm. His reactions are lightning fast, his muscles are denser and stronger, he can easily lift a motorcycle and toss it, he is extremely flexible, like that of a contortionist, able to bend almost in any way or direction (though all bones stay intact as well as muscles, though his bones are double, triple, or quad jointed), as well as his movement and overall speed is greatly increased, easily able to run a mile in under two minutes. Using his enhanced agility and strength, he is able to turn on a dime running full speed or come to a complete dead stop instantly. Due to his enhanced physical abilities, his senses have become very acute and sharp, many times better than the average human's.
EDIT: Kaz has undergone a second mutation. He now is able to shift to a more feral and strength based form. Though all of his abilities: speed, strength, and heightened senses; have increased to a point. His speed in his normal form has increased dramatically, though his strength is nearly halved, though still beyond the human norm. In his new form, his speed his halved though his strength is increased nearly as much as his speed in his natural form.
Though it had not happened, Kaz use to be at risk to break bones from the high speeds he would move at, he is no longer at risk of that.
In this new form, all body tissue, even internal organs have been strengthened. His muscles and skin are strong and thick enough to stop most blades without the slightest hint of a cut. If he is cut or shot, or in another way where he is bleeding, in this form he is able to force the body tissues together to stop the bleeding, though this is in no way a rapid healing, it just stopps the blood loss. When shifting to his new form, his brow angles slightly, along with his eyes, which become more feral, the red irises become streaked with silver. His hair, exploids from his head and grows until it reaches the middle of his back. It says this way even when he reverts back, he may cut it, but when he shifts the hair will come back. His ears are now perminantly tipped and angled like that of an elf's or vulcan's.
To get a full look at his transformed state (picture):
To get the full transformation look here Awakening
Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies): Due to his physical abilities he sticks out like raging flame in a corn field. Even fellow mutants will feel a bit ill at ease around him with the way he sometimes moves, so liquid and light like he’s water flowing and floating on the ground. He has a high metabolism due to his mutation, he has a voracious appetite. Poisons and illnesses that hit his body pass through him quickly and either have little to no effect or hit him extremely hard for a short time.
Fighting style (if any): He has studied Judo, Ju-jitsu, Kung-fu, Tai kwan do, Karate, Kickboxing, and Tai chi. Due to his muscle memory, he learned them all very quickly, though he has never mastered any of them, as he feels if he does, he'll be limited. Hard and solid like rock to fluid and gentle as water. He is fond of using his agility and flexibility to move and attack from odd angles and multiple places. He has also trained himself in the use of swords, from Short swords, to Bastard swords, to Butterfly swords, and Katanas; as well as all maner of bladed weapons.
History of your character: He grew up in a suburb just outside Phoenix, with a wealthy family with an income of around $500k/year.. At a young age, it was apparent he was more flexible and in control of his body and nearly all children his age. He took an interest in gymnastics, and began taking classes nearly everyday. After a year or so, he was able to do things that took a lot of people years to do, jumping twice his height in the air doing flips and twists, hand springs forwards and back, continuous front and back flips without hands, his performance on the bars was exceptional. Getting a fully paid trip to DC for a show, he performed in front of hundreds of people, with his teacher and fellow students watching. He awed the crowd, and earned the loathing and resentment of his classmates and other people in other classes. His teacher received praises and more business. This was when he was eight years of age. He watched an old Bruce Lee movie and was enthralled. He wanted to be able to do what he did. When he was not in school, he was taking classes in the martial arts. Since the classes ran shorter than his gymnastics class had, he doubled and tripled up every day. He didn’t much bother with other kids, they annoyed him. His parents weren’t very social either, so they didn’t push him. Ju-jitsu and Karate were the first he picked up. After two years, he decided to add Tai-chi to his daily routine. After school every day, he would go from class to class, spending a total of six hours a day in practice. His school grades were less than good, but still passing. All of his moral teachings and most of his upbringing was done by his teachers, in school and out, if his parents were more involved, he might have done better in school, that was not the case. They just wanted him to pass and to do what he wanted to do. This continued until he left elementary school and moved to Jr. High. He had already progressed through the beginner’s classes and up through the advanced class. When it came time for him to finish his normal training and move onto his black belts, he always left without another word. For two reasons, first: he felt if he did move into the realm of the masters, he would be stuck and classified for the rest of his life, and second: he didn’t want to have to register himself as a lethal weapon. He was anti-social then, and continued to be. Though he dropped his martial arts classes, he picked up a new hobby, which he excelled at: Sports. It was apparent he was a gifted person. His first year in tryouts he qualified and joined the Varsity teams for football, hockey, and soccer. For three years he excelled, and was the top player on all teams. Needless to say, the others were not happy. They caught him off guard many times, with cheap shots and with large numbers, they learned early that in a fair one on one fight, they lost miserably. They would beat on him till he bled freely from his nose and mouth. He was brought to the hospital many times, and never would he tell anyone who did it, but always carried a hatred for them, and an urge to get them back. Until the time came too, he decided he would outshine them ever more. Moving into Sr. High, he became extremely bored in school, he barely passed any classes. Sports were his only thing he cared for, at least for a while. In the middle of the season, he dropped Football, and school nearly all together. This is also when his mutation kicked into full gear. On a good week, he would show up three times at the most. When not in school, he was either home lounging around, out at the mall, the arcade, practicing swords on his own, or with his girlfriend Elana. His father had taken a job in New York offered to him by a ‘Head Hunter’, so the family moved in his sophomore year. But not before he the jerks back for what they did to him in Jr. High. In New York, anyone who dared to make fun of him learned quickly the consequences. He also picked up martial arts training again. Kung-fu, Tai kwan do, and Kickboxing were his preference, though he also joined a swordsmen’s club to further his own training and just for kicks. More and more he trained. He never returned to school for his sophomore year, and had to repeat it. He repeated his junior year as well. He had cut back on his lessons to finish school. Though he hated school, he did join the after school dance club. From classical dancing, to hip-hop, to swing, to break dancing, they had it all, and he did them all. Break dancing was his favorite; he was both liquid and solid at the same time. It was unearthly and beautiful, as described by the teacher in charge of the club. Each year, he showed off in the talent show at his school, whether it was dancing, swords or martial arts, he loved the attention, jealousy and awe he saw in the faces of the students and faculty. Not popular in a normal sense, as he was still anti-social, it seemed to add to his odd popularity, there were many girls that wanted to be with him, just to say they were with him. Not that he ever minded. He finished school just as he turned 19years of age, but just barely. As soon as it was over with, he stepped back into his training routine, but more intensely. And again, he stepped away before the reviews for the black belts came around. Though, he didn’t stop with his swords. He became the best in the club, and soon became a sort of instructor, but mostly enjoyed seeing how many people he could take on at once. His mother had died in a car accident in his junior year. His father became a workaholic, almost never leaving his office. When he left, he wasn’t missed, nor did he miss his father. He was mentioned quite a few times in the class yearbook. He remembers a few in particular: “His accent, his Texan-like accent mixed with ours, is just *shudders* SEXAH!” Sarah McHowen; “He’s a cool guy, if you ever get to see him and get him to talk to you, but you don’t want to get on his bad side. Those eyes are cold death when he’s mad.” Trix Anthony; “He’s a damned FREAK! We all know it! He stole my girlfriend of three years, the jerk. He should just go back to where he came from.” Terry Johnson (needless to say, Kaz didn’t take his comment lightly, he was found knocked out and in coma a month after school ended); “Terrifyingly beautiful.” Mrs. Kohan, Dance teacher; “MARRY ME!” Judy Rose. The last one he always loved, even though she was murdered shortly later in a mugging on her way home from his apartment.
Edit: More info about Judy's death and Kaz's past here: Overload
Sample RP: “I guess it’s bout time those fuckers learned a lesson.” Kaz said as he got up from his chair. He looked out his window, overlooking the lawn. It was nearly 1am. He had sent out letters to all of the assholes who had beaten him up in Jr. High. He knew they would all be at the empty warehouse; they wouldn’t miss a chance to humiliate him again. He got dressed, making sure to put on his gloves. He stepped out of his house grabbing keys as he left, into the garage; he got into the truck and sped off to the city. He stopped 2 miles from the warehouse. Checking the clock, “Only 15 minutes until 1. I’ll get there on time.” He ran full speed toward the warehouse. Going in through the second story entrance, he waited in the rafters near the stairs watching the main door. *Creeeeek* Went the door as it opened, and in stepped 10 guys. “At least you’re on time.” Kaz called from the rafters, as he walked to the stairs and began his decent to the ground floor. “You must be crazy. Did we beat the sense out of you that bad?” Joe called out. Laughter exploded from the group. “Quite the opposite.” He stood 20 feet from the group. “I let you guys get away with too much without doing anything. So this is my attempt to salvage some of myself.” “If you wanted to die, why not use a gun, its much less painful.” “Laugh it up Kevan. Why don’t you and TJ take the first round?” Looking directly at the one in the back, “OH, Joe, why don’t you take a backseat, if I survive, you can take last shots, sound good? Good.” Turning his attention to Kevan and TJ, “Well?” “shame!y little bastard!” Shouted TJ. The two of them walked up to Kaz, one on either side. TJ threw the first punch, which Kaz dodged easily, just as Kevan kicked at his knee. Kaz lifted his leg, stopping the kick, then pushed his leg down and to the side. Twisting, and throwing a right jab at Kevan’s face, while kicking straight up with his leg to hit TJ in the chest. Both his fist and foot connected full force. TJ flew back and hit a steel I beam, smashing the back of his head into the beam, bleeding and going unconscious. Kevan had managed to throw his arm up to block, which was snapped instantly. Bones exploded out the skin as the arm bashed into the man’s face, knocking him out cold as he fell to the floor. He couldn’t distinguish who said what but he caught words from the others: “What the fuck?!” “When..how..who the hell is he?” “That’s not the guy we beat the shit outa!” Kaz let out a belly laugh. “Oh? I’m not huh? I’m not the guy you beat up in the bathroom the stuck my head into the toilet while flushing it?” His laugh stopped instantly, as he stared literal death at them. Seeming as one, they stepped back from his gaze. “It’s my turn tonight. I’ll repay you 100 fold for what you did to me!” He rushed the group. Bent down as he ran straight at Derrick, swinging his fist up, connecting with his chin. He flew up into the air from the force of the blow, his head snapping back. Kaz grabbed his leg in the air, and swung him in an arc, slamming him down hard against the cement. Spinning on a dime with a crescent kick to Joseph’s side, snapping ribs as he few against the wall. Without stopping or slowing, he jumped into the air, continuing his spin, kicking out toward Sean’s head. The boy’s head shattered from the impact and collapsed in a heap on the floor. Brent pulled a pistol from his belt and aimed it at Kaz. Kaz noticed out of the corner of his eye just before the shot was fired. He managed to twist just before he landed. The bullet grazed his shoulder. Kaz snarled and ran towards Brent. Brent aimed and fired another shot, just as Kaz grabbed David’s neck and threw him toward Brent, taking the shot to his back and exiting his chest. David’s scream was piercing to Kaz as well as the others. Brent’s gun flew across the floor and skirted to a stop against the far wall as he was buried under David, who was bleeding profusely. Two other boys, AJ and Casie pulled knives out and jabbed them at Kaz, who grabbed both of their wrists. Letting out a chuckle as he began to crush their wrists, the two boys howled in pain. He did a quick flip over their arms and flipping them onto their backs as he landed. He let go of their wrists, the wind knocked out of the two. Making his arms, wrists, hands and fingers perfectly straight, he gave each of their throats a sharp knife chop, smashing their windpipes. Kyle pissed his pants and yelled, “FUCK THIS!” as he bolted for the door. “You want the door so bad, I’ll give it to you.” Kaz ran after Kyle, grabbing the back of his skull as he rammed it into the steel door, crushing is face in, blood and brains stuck to its surface. Dropping his corpse, Kaz turned around and saw Brent scrambling up, after pushing David off of him. He was covered in blood. Brent doubled over and blew chunks. “OOOH! Brent, weren’t you always saying you had an iron stomach?” He laughed, and walked over to him. Glancing to the wall, he saw Joe in utter shock, eyes wide, nearly bulging out of their sockets, piss covered his pants, and he reeked of shit. “That’s just disgusting Joe. Couldn’t you hold it in?” He stood next to Brent and grabbed his shoulder. “Ahh, feeling a little sick are we?” “You bastard.” Brent swung at Kaz, but he was faster, his fist connected with Brent’s gut. His breath was blasted out of him. “Don’t worry Brent, just be a good boy, and I won’t hurt you anymore.” Kaz pulled Brent up to stand straight. Brent nodded and stood still trying to catch his breath. Taking a step past and behind Brent, he turned, and slapped his palms against Brent’s ears, forcing air into his skull with such force, his eardrums ruptured, his eyes popped out of their sockets, and blood ran from his nose. “Guess what? I lied.” He turned his back on Brent’s dead body, and made his way to Joe.
“Hmm..you ready for your judgment Joe?” Kaz asked standing three feet from him. Stuttering, “P-p-ple-please don’t. I.. I.. I don’t want to die. I’ll do an-anything, please!” He began to weep. “Oh god, what are you, a baby? What the fuck’s up with those tears and the pleading? Did you stop when I pleaded? Did you stop hitting me with the crowbar or the bat? Or beating my head into the urinal? No! So why do you think I should let you off that easy?” Faster than Joe could follow, Kaz did a snap kick to his right kneecap, shattering it. He howled, and Kaz did the same just to mock him. Laughing, “Haha, that’s great. Lets here some more!” He grabbed his wrist and twisted it until it snapped and cracked, after which Kaz bent it fast and hard all the way back, touching the back of his hand to his forearm. “You know you brought this on yourself. You had to be the big bad bully, jealous because I was better than you in sports. SPORTS for god’s sake! How petty are you?!” He punched him in the chest, snapping his sternum. “I’m bored, you learned who is your better, and I’m sure you learned a lesson. So I’ll give to you what you gave to me.” He covered Joe’s face with his hand, getting a firm grip, he began to repeatedly ram his head into the wall. Joe’s eyes began to roll back in his head. Kaz slapped him and brought him back. Then dropped him to the floor and stopped hard onto his chest over and over, breaking all of his ribs, puncturing his lungs and heart. Blood came out of Joe’s mouth and nose. “Not yet.” He left Joe on the ground, as he grabbed the bodies of the other boys and gathered them around the I beam where TJ lay. Four of them leaned up against each side of the beam, while the others were piled on and around them. Going back to Joe, he grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged him over to the beam. He plopped two of them onto him so he couldn’t move. Walking over to the side of the building, he grabbed five large containers and eight smaller ones. Opening them one by one, he poured the contents all over the bodies, the smell of gas permeated the air. He stuffed the eight smaller ones under the bodies in random spots. These would explode once they became hot enough. Pulling out a book of matches, he stood over Joe, “Goodbye for good. Maybe I’ll see you in the next life.” Joe screamed as Kaz threw the lit book of matches onto Joe and ignited the gas. The flames jumped to life as they began to consume the boys. Kaz watched only for a moment before turning and calmly walking away. Opening the door of the warehouse and walking through, never looking back. He returned to the truck and drove home. Parking and going inside, he looked at the clock, 2:07am. Into his room he went. Disrobing, he went into his bathroom and took a hot steaming shower. He got out 20 minutes later, put on a pair of boxers and slipped under his covers. Falling easily and soundly asleep.
