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.
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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.
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Posted by gorganite01 on Dec 16, 2007 7:38:15 GMT -6
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OOC: I'll use this one thread for all of the happenings at his home, so if anyone wants to make a visit, post here instead of starting a new one)
IC: Shogun stepped out into the grounds, and saw a pair of large trucks pull up to a clear area. He could sense his horse inside one of the trucks, and so could guess what the other one held. His prooved right, as the trucks were opened and several men began to pull out planks of wood. Hunter had had Shogun's house dismantled, brought over, and now it was going to be reassembled here. There were several large cases, which Shogun could only assume held his things. They were carried out, and put to one side as the men started to assemble the house. Shogun could sense that his horse was agitated. It was used to not being tethered, and allowed to go where it wished. It had just spent who knows how long on a ship, and then being put on a truck and driven across America to reach the labs.
He patted it, calming her down. The horse responded to his touch, and was soon calmed down. Shogun let the horse gallop away and look for some grass to eat, whilst shogun returned to his attention to the men. They were surprisingly quick, and had his house up in half an hour. They moved all the cases in, unlocked them, and left. Shogun stepped into his house, and was amazed. it was exactly the same, even the shelves were kept in the same place. Shogun started going through the cases at rondom, pulling out assorted weapons and other items and putting them all in their proper place. Soon the walls were bedecked with weapons and riding equipment, and he had his small amount of furniture in the right rooms.
Pleased with his home, he stepped out to veiw it from the outside. He noticed that it was actually in better condition than before; a few of the beams had been sanded down, a couple replaced entirely. Someone knew what they were doing. Shogun gace a long, low whistle, and his horse galloped up. He went inside, and picked up a saddle before returning outside. He put the saddle across the horse's back, and they galloped around the expansive grouds. Shogun was surprised at the size of the place, but it didn't compare with the freedom of the mountains.
They soon returned to the house, Shogun having ignored all the strange looks from the guards, and Shogun relinquished the horse of its saddle. The horse set out to explore it's strange new home, galloping around, and was pleased with the quality of the grass in some areas, but upset that there was concrete over most the ground. Shogun went into his house, and decided that from no on he would live here, and only go into the labs when he had to. Now that he was outside, the shroud inside seemed stifling, and going in again was not something he wanted to do. but he would, if Antonescu wished it.
Katrina tossed and turned, trying to fall asleep. It was no use. Her legs hurt and no matter what position she tried she couldn’t get comfortable. They felt like her muscles were being stretched farther than they were supposed to be stretched in every direction.
Maybe going for a walk will help. She grabbed her coat and put it on over her light green with purple dots pajamas. Then she slipped her feet into her boots. The nippy air outside would help numb the pain in her legs, she hoped. She made her way to the nearest exit and slipped outside.
There was a full moon, and Katrina stopped to admire it. She liked going for walks at night, when no one knew she was awake. Her parents didn’t know that she did it, and would have freaked out if they knew. Hans knew. Often times she would see him watching her out of the kitchen window as she returned from her strolls. He kept an eye on her, but never gave her away to her parents. Hans was cool like that.
Usually she didn’t go very far on her nighttime strolls. There was really only ever one place she wanted to visit at night, and that was Galahad’s pasture. Her cream horse was always willing to listen to her cares and woes and didn’t mind at all being woken in the middle of the night. She missed him. It had been months since she had ridden him, since she hadn’t been home. She wondered once again if someone was giving him the exercise he needed.
As Katrina wandered, she headed for the small thicket of trees. There was a pond in the thicket that would look really cool, she hypothesized, with the moonlight reflecting off of it. When she had almost reached it, one of her legs twinged with pain, stopping her short. She bent and massaged her calf with her fingers until it felt better. As she stood, she realized there was something up ahead in the clearing. At first she thought it was a dream. She’d had a dream just like this once. A white horse… was it Galahad?
She realized that it was neither her horse, nor a dream. It was some other white horse wandering around the grounds of Mondragon Labs. It must belong to Shogun! He said he had a horse.
Katrina approached cautiously and snorted at the mare to let her know she had company, so she wouldn’t be startled. Then she walked closer, holding out her hand to let the mare sniff her. If she had known she would be meeting a horse on her midnight stroll, she would have brought an apple or carrot along.
Posted by gorganite01 on Jan 4, 2008 3:48:47 GMT -6
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Shogun was wearing his usual non-armour attire, and had his bow and quiver of arrows strapped across his back. He had just spent some time practicing, night and day having no semblance to him, and was returning back to his house to get some sleep. But he noticed something, in the small wooded area that his house had been positioned near. His horse was there, but there was someone with her. As he neared, he realized that it was Katrina. Shouldn't she be in bed? She seemed to be getting along fine with the mare, but Shogun wanted to check to make sure.
He moved toward the pond, and stepped into view. "First you sneak into the training, now you're wandering around at night? And with my horse, no less. I hope you're taking care of her." The last part was actually directed at both of them, despite the fact that he knew the mare couldn't understand english. What with being a horse and all.
The mare sniffed her hand, then looked up into the dark. Katrina followed her gaze, and saw a man standing there wearing a green kimono and holding a bow. He was also wearing a blindfold. He started speaking almost before she had seen him. It sounded a little like he was accusing her, but his voice was soft, so she suspected he might be teasing her, but she didn’t know him well enough to be certain. It was the blind samurai, Shogun, whom she had met once before when he caught her spying on the stalker-catching meeting.
“Hello Shogun. You are wandering around at night too,” she pointed out. “Actually, I was having trouble sleeping because my legs were sore, so I thought I would go for a walk to stretch them out.” She rubbed the mare’s neck as she spoke.
“You have a beautiful horse. Does she have a name? She reminds me of a dove.”
Posted by gorganite01 on Jan 5, 2008 11:24:32 GMT -6
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She did have a point. "When you can't see the sun, day and night retain no meaning." He shook his head at her question. "No, I never speak to anyone about her, so she's never needed one." A dove? Hmm, the girl had evidently not met a warhorse before. Then again, there were very few of them left. "Do you know a dove that was raised for war?" Well, maybe not war, but a lot of his training excersisives had revolved around warfare of one form or another. And her ancestors were prized for their ability to ignore weapons and charge on regardless, even into densly packed infantry. Maybe that had something to do with why there were so few left...
Katrina was surprised by Shogun's comment that the horse hadn't needed a name before, since he never spoke to anyone about her.
"Don't... don't you ever speak to her? My horse that lives back at home, his name is Galahad's Triumph, or Galahad for short. I talk to him all the time. Whenever I have problems he always listens."
Shogun seemed amused when Katrina said the mare was like a dove. "Do you know a dove that was raised for war?" he asked.
"Well, I know they used to use pigeons to send messages during wars. Maybe since pigeons and doves are related, they used doves too. But she seems so peaceful right now. That's why I thought she was like a dove. And she's white too..." Katrina trailed off when she realized that Shogun probably couldn't see what color horses were.
"Sorry, you probably can't tell that she's white." Katrina gave him a puzzled expression that he probably couldn't see either, "What does she look like to you? Remember you said back in the meeting where we first met, that you could see life essences. What does that look like? Is there a difference in the way humans and mutants and animals and plants look to you? Sorry if I'm being rude." Hopefully the blindfolded man was not offended by her questions.
Posted by gorganite01 on Jan 8, 2008 7:32:10 GMT -6
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"Speak to a horse?" It sounded childish; then again, she was a child. And she was right about the pidgeons, though that wasn't exactly what he meant. "I never knew she was white. It never occured to me to find out. Colour isn't something I care about; it would be like a deaf man learning to play a musical instrument." Ok, not the greatest metaphor, but colour was something that he had never given much thought to. Most of the time he forgot it existed.
"What does she look like to you?"
Ah, this would be a very difficult question to answer. He shook his head when she mentioned being rude. "It's natural for a child to be inquisitive; not enough adults are." Now then, how to explain his power to a little girl. He squatted so that he was at her level, and waved his hand indicatively at the horse.
"When you look at her, you just see her mane, her white hair, her jaw. You see what is there, solid. You see everything of her that is of this world. I see beyond that. I see into her soul, I see what she is doing, what she is going to do. Watch; in about ive seconds she's going to take a step toward you. She's inquisitive, and doesn't get to meet a lot of knew people." On cue, the horse stepped forward. She lowered her head to look at Katrina. "I'm much better at doing it with people. I can see their mind. I know what they are going to do, and this part of my power is of great help during a fight. Sometimes, I can have my sword ready to block the opponent has started moving. Plants are differant; they have no mind, so there's not a lot for me to see. This just lets me see exactly where they are." He didn't mention the pulses, as he didn't want to give too much away. He was slightly worried that he already had, but this was a good oppurtunity to talk to someone who has a power he had never seen before. "What is your power? I noticed that you can make yourself harder to notice. Do you become completely invisible, or just slightly fuzzier?"
“Speak to a horse?” he asked, sounding somewhat surprised. Apparently he didn’t speak to horses himself. “Sure,” she responded, “they like when people talk to them, right Dove?” She patted the mare’s neck as she spoke. It had been too long since she had talked to a horse.
Katrina shuddered a little at the idea of being deaf and playing an instrument. She was glad she wasn’t deaf, because she liked playing her instrument. It wouldn’t be particularly pleasant to be blind either, especially because her mutation probably would work very well with being blind, instead of Shogun’s that actually helped him see things, or at least living things.
"When you look at her, you just see her mane, her white hair, her jaw. You see what is there, solid. You see everything of her that is of this world. I see beyond that. I see into her soul, I see what she is doing, what she is going to do. Watch; in about ive seconds she's going to take a step toward you. She's inquisitive, and doesn't get to meet a lot of knew people." She and Dove had that in common, the inquisitive part at least; Katrina had met a lot of new people recently. It was nice that he didn’t mind her questions, especially since his explanation to her first question sparked several more questions.
“Is a soul the same shape as the person or animal? Is that how you tell where they are? How do you read a soul to see what it is going to do? Like, how is a soul that is intending to move different from one that is intending to stay still?”
And it seemed he had a question for her too, it was to be expected. Mutants liked to learn what other mutants powers were she noticed. At first she had thought it was mutant politeness, but ever since Calley had mentioned that people icould use mutants or want to hurt them for what their powers were, she was coming to see it a little differently. It was a bit like a dance to try to get information on the other person without giving away to much about yourself.
“I can turn completely invisible to people who can see.”
She wasn’t telling him everything about her powers, but she was telling the truth. It was easier to tell him only part of her powers than it had been with Kitra, since Kitra was a bit like an older sister and she didn’t know Shogun very well at all. She also knew that Shogun wasn’t telling her the complete truth, because he didn’t mention that he could sense non-living things like he said he could at the meeting where they had first met. She remembered Shogun in particular because he had used his powers to find where she was hidden. Everyone at the meeting had shared what their powers were that day, but Katrina now suspected that some of them had probably kept things concealed, like Shogun was doing now. He probably had other powers that he hadn’t shared at the meeting either. Shogun’s ommission served to make Katrina believe even more that she shouldn’t be sharing too much information about her powers. After all, if everyone else was paranoid about sharing information about themselves, it was probably a good idea.
“How was I harder to notice?” Katrina asked, honestly curious. “Did my soul look any different when I was invisible?”
Posted by gorganite01 on Jan 9, 2008 4:23:01 GMT -6
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“Is a soul the same shape as the person or animal? Is that how you tell where they are? How do you read a soul to see what it is going to do? Like, how is a soul that is intending to move different from one that is intending to stay still?”
Hmm. he honestly didn't know. "It's very difficult to explain. Think of it like this, could you explain the difference to me between white and black?" She then gave a very indepth description of her power; invisibility. And she was definately telling the truth, but that didn't explain why she could sort of hide from him as well. "If you can only hide from those that see, then how were you hiding from me too?" She then asked how he was harder to notice. It was dawning on him just how complicated his powers were. He supposed that someone trying to explain normal sight to him would probably have the same difficulties.
"It was as if you were moving away, but the distance between us wasn't changing. Imagine you're looking at something, and it starts to get smaller and smaller until it finally disappears. It was a little like that; you were gradually fading away. That was one of the reasons that I didn't tell Kaz that you were there."
“I don’t know why it affected you. You still knew I was there, right, so I wasn’t totally hiding from you.” She tried to think of how she made her powers work. “When I want to be invisible, I think of people not being able to see me. I sort of think to myself don’t see me. Maybe I thought don’t find me instead and that affected the way my soul looked too, not just the way my body looked.”
Katrina was silent for a few moments, she thought about the difficulty of describing a sense to a person who didn’t have that sense. She had a hard time explaining what colors were like and he had a hard time describing what his soul sensing was like. There didn’t seem to be a way to understand what the other person could sense without being able to actually experience it. Maybe she could describe color using senses that they both had.
“Black is like cold nothingness and it’s full of mystery and the unknown. White is the opposite, like warmth from the sun, and knowledge of what is there. Except if you have something white and something black the black one feels warmer in the sunshine, because it absorbs heat.” Katrina imagined that souls might be a bit like warmth in the surrounding coldness. And her warm soul had been fading? Or shrinking? Or getting fuzzier? It was hard to imagine what that was like.
A strange thought occurred to Katrina then, “Have you ever seen someone die? What happens to a soul when someone dies? Does it shrink and disappear like mine was doing?” What if she turned invisible for too long and her soul disappeared completely? It was troubling to think about.
Posted by gorganite01 on Jan 10, 2008 6:49:40 GMT -6
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She gave a good attempt at describing black and white, but it was rather fruitless. The fact that Shogun didn't particularly care about color didn't help. But then she hit a very interesting point; death. "When a person dies, their soul fades. It moves inwards, as though trying to find safety or shelter. Even after the person dies, its still there for a time. Sometimes, it never seems to go." He hadn't needed to create a gravestone for his grandfather, because he was so in tune with the man's essence that even in death he could still sense him there. He noticed her thinking about something none-too-pleasant, which made sense, considering the sudden turn in the conversation. "But when you went invisible, it didn't feel like that. Your soul wasn't looking for safety, it was just fading away."
Well that was a relief. She probably wasn’t going to die from turning invisible. It raised an interesting point though. Could souls turn invisible too? “Have you ever met someone whose soul you couldn’t see?” As she said it, she imagined her own soul as a glowing ball of warmth and light within the center of her body. Gradually she imagined it shrinking and disappearing altogether, like a firefly that had just winked out its light. To herself she thought, I want to hide my soul, don’t find my soul. I’ll keep it hidden in a safe place. She waited to see if this would have any effect.
Posted by gorganite01 on Jan 12, 2008 9:04:33 GMT -6
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"Not yet. I can always tell when someone is there; makes it very hard to surprise me." Then she started doing something... was she trying to turn her soul invisible? That seemed like what she was doing, but it wasn't as effective as before. He soul waivered in the slightest, but that was it. "That didn't work. Maybe you need to try thinking of something else?"
Okay, so she had some noticeable effect or he wouldn’t have commented on it, but not perfect. She would wait until later, when he wasn’t suspecting it to try something different.
Katrina continued to stroke Dove’s neck. It had been so long since she had gotten to ride a horse. She missed it, “Shogun, do you think it would be okay if I rode your horse sometime? I know how, I just don’t know if she would want me to. Every horse is different that way. Maybe someday I could bring my horse up to New York and we could go riding together.” That would be cool.
Horseback riding wasn’t the only thing she missed of course. She also missed her home and her family. Her mom still hadn’t called back, and her dad didn’t want her back. She wondered to herself about her dad. She had always looked up to him before, and now he didn’t want anything to do with her anymore. If he hated mutants that much, was he a bad person? Katrina thought that he was good despite his faults. She still hoped that someday she could change his mind someday.
“Is there a difference between the souls of good people and evil people? Are their souls evil even when they are children, or do they get that way later?” What exactly was the difference between good and bad?
Posted by gorganite01 on Jan 12, 2008 15:51:49 GMT -6
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Shogun shrugged. "It would be up to her. You can try, but make sure I'm there. I'm the only person to have ever ridden her, so I don't know if she'll let other people." He frowned slightly at her suggestion of riding together. He somehow felt that her idea of going out for a ride would be vastly different to his. His involved weapons. And targets. Possibly living ones, if he couuld convince Hunter to lend him some 'volunteers'.
Then Katrina went off onto a wholly different topic. Good and evil? He couldn't care less about what was right and wrong. Could he? Before coming to America, he thoroughly believed it, but since meeting Antonescu, he wasn't so sure. Would he want his soul to be the same encompassing blackness? Was it there already? his soul was the only one he could never sense, but it had never bothered him up to now. Katrina was certainly a rare person. He hardly expected a twelve year old to throw morals in his face with quite that amount of bluntness mixed with innocence. "It depends on what you consider evil. I have met one truly evil person, and his soul seems like a black shroud. He has spent many years causing harm upon others, and enjoying it. But noone else is quite that evil. I have met murderers, but even they have some good in them. Deep down, most people are the same, with both good and evil. What makes the difference is which parts they show to the rest of the world." He had never really thought about his power all that much; he had just accepted it and used it to survive on his mountain, whilst upholding bushido. Who knew that a mere child could make him think this deeply about it?
(OOC:Katrina, I am loving this thread, as Kat's annoying questions are forcing me to really think about Shogun's powers. It forces me to actually look really deeply into the way they work, stopping me from being random and vague all the time lol)