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.
Hunter gave Calley a mildly curious look. He had correctly recalled the name of the move, proving that Hunter’s speculation was correct, but had then gone on to ask that Hunter break his arm. Now, unless the boy was delusional, which from the calm demeanour he was exuding, he had developed a healing ability of some kind.
Deciding that Calley’s decision to first attempt the side breakfalls from standing further reinforced this belief. After pausing for a few seconds Hunter brought his other fist down hard on Calley’s elbow. A loud snap was heard as the arm bent in the opposite direction than it was intended to. Releasing the wrist Hunter stepped back to watch Calley heal the serious injury.
Posted by Cheshire on Sept 11, 2007 22:09:13 GMT -6
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((ooc: The way this is goin', I don't think we'll need Shogun to figure things out, actually. )
Slate looked down at his arm, and gave it a little shake. Something about the sound of bone fragments whispering against eachother made him think of wind through trees--really, it was quite pleasing. He looked up at Hunter, and nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you, Antonescu." He left off the 'Mister' that he'd used previously--there was no real reason for this; he simply didn't feel the need to add an honorific at that particular moment. "As you may have guessed, I have gained the ability to use my shifting to heal injuries." The clutter disapproved, strongly, forcefully, and vocally, of sharing this little tidbit of information. They did not did not did not think Hunter needed to know-- He shook the arm again, to let the clutter know he disapproved of it. "If you do not mind, I believe I will leave this unhealed for the moment. Pain makes it easier to think." An understatement, if ever the world had heard one. "As I was attempting to explain, I copied several injured bird forms. To heal them, I required considerable focus." He nodded--a sort of kudos to himself--and observed with some amusement that the gesture was smug. Apparently he was capable of smugness. Wonderful. "It is difficult to maintain, unfortunately; pain, as you inferred, is the primary trigger for this state. I have been calling it..." He hesitated a moment, allowing himself time to consider the relevance of sharing the the clutter's pet name for him. It hurt nothing to tell the man, he decided. "Slate." He used his uninjured arm to relocate the broken one onto his lap. It simply looked too messy, hanging there at his side. He straightened it out a bit, as well. Now that looked much better.
While listening to Calley’s explanation of what had happened he also listened to Kaz and Syn’s verbal sparing. When Syn mentioned making him nervous Kaz gave him the answer he’d been looking for. Pheramones. Now he knew how she did it he could start to think of a way around it. He silently thanked Kaz for activating his watch, he had already turned up valuable information from it.
Turning his focus back to Calley he finally discovered what had happened. Calley can heal, but it requires focus. The boy is incapable of focus, so his mind had created a second personality, something to fulfil the need to heal. That personality was who he was talking to now. He remembered in ages gone by where the multiple personalities would be mistaken as possession, and some clergyman would be brought in to try and exorcise them.
However in this day an age it was not mystical occurrence, but a simple psychological condition, wholly within the realms of science. Just as he had turned to not be some mystical creature, but a mutant, with a scientific explanation to him as well. Most second personalities had a trigger, and Slate’s was pain. When Calley was in pain the second personality took over. But to make best use of this new development he needed to make use of Slate in situations when Calley was not in pain.
To do that he would need to subject Calley to psycho-conditioning. With the correct mental suggestions he could create a code word which would cause the personalities to shift, putting the dormant one at the time in control. He briefly considered trying to destroy the Calley personality all together, but dismissed the idea as there were times when Calley’s random wanderings had turned up something useful, like him getting a room in the sanctuary.
No, he would just need to install a trigger word so he could switch the personalities. There would still be times when pain would trigger Slate, or lack of would trigger Calley, but all in all a trigger would be most effective. “Slate,” Hunter said, deciding that calling each personality by a different name would reinforce them as separate entities, making the psycho-conditioning easier, “How would you like a way to take control with being injured?”
Posted by Cheshire on Sept 12, 2007 10:53:16 GMT -6
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((ooc: Nice tie-in with your chara's past and, err, personal knowledge of cultural history, Hunter. )
"Slate"--it was a very simple word, but the teen felt a small shiver race up his spine at hearing it spoken out loud, voiced by someone other than the clutter or himself. "Slate"--his name. His existence had just been acknowledged. There was no reason that it should have mattered to him, but none the less... he rather liked hearing that single syllable coming off of their employer's lips. Slate. That was him.
“How would you like a way to take control without being injured?”
Slate tilted his head to the side, almost playfully. "Hmm," he said, giving himself an added moment to think. "I can assure you, Antonescu, that I do not mind injury. Additionally, I am content with my mental states as they are." He seemed to be much better at maintaining control than the clutter--no real surprise, there--and he intended to refine that ability through extensive practice. "I am left to wonder how what you propose will benefit me. No doubt you will be gaining something of value from it--namely, my cooperation." Slate delighted to note that he was capable of c0ckiness, as well. Also, he had significantly more spine than the rest of the clutter. And a better vocabulary. Yes--he rather liked the idea of staying in control without being triggered. But, with time, he could do that without this man's help. He trusted in his focus over the clutter's chaotic struggles. Thus begged the question: "What are you willing to offer me, for the assurance of that cooperation?"
Was he afraid of Hunter hurting him for asking that? A very safe answer: no.
Hunter was beginning to see that Slate would require an altogether different strategy of dealing with him than with Calley. Calley could be easily intimidated once you showed a willingness to harm him. Slate on the other hand would not respond to physical threats or actions. Instead he needed to either find someway to offer him what he wanted or deprive him of it.
“What I am offering it the ability to be triggered with a word,” he explained, “Utilising a technique called psycho-conditioning I can place a trigger in your mind so that when you hear a certain word you will have command of the body. That way you would not have to wait for Calley to suffer some form of physical injury, but instead could be brought to the fore at any time.”
“In exchange for this all I ask is for your continued cooperation in doing the work that Calley had been. Spying for me.” He hoped that offer would be sufficient, if not then he would imply have to ask Slate what he wanted, then utilise that to his advantage. With four centuries of experience he was confidant that in the end, his wishes would be carried out. One way or another.
Posted by Cheshire on Sept 12, 2007 12:21:25 GMT -6
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A slow smile crept over Slate's face. "In short: I keep doing what I have been doing, but you gain a more professional spy." Slate raised an eyebrow at the man. "I do not disagree with your proposal. I merely wish for additional compensation." For starters... he tapped at the exploding collar meaningfully. Getting that off would be a wonderful start; even the clutter was making an attempt to shut up, by way of showing its agreement. He was curious to see how far he could negotiate with the man.
The collar, although it was in the form of a necklace at the moment. It came as little surprise to Hunter that Slate wanted it off. That was still not coming off. Hunter still didn’t trust Calley or Slate, so the collar stayed. However he could offer something related to the collar.
“I’m afraid the collar must stay,” Hunter said calmly, “as I still don’t trust either you or Calley to run around without something to ensure that not only to you remain working for me, but that you can’t let slip what you know. However, I can ensure you that with your complete immunity to physical torture Slate that you will not be detonated simply because you have been captured. Instead I will coordinate a rescue attempt.”
That was quite an offer, as before if Calley had been captured and subjected to torture Hunter would have detonated him almost immediately, but now he could ensure that only through his own actions would he be detonated. Only if Calley or Slate went against Hunter would he blow them up, so they had little to fear so long as they continued to cooperate.
Posted by Cheshire on Sept 12, 2007 15:25:37 GMT -6
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((ooc: I was tryin' to figure out how answer you durin' class. Quote my roommate: "You could just tell him to f*** off again." *grin*))
Slate quirked an eyebrow. "Generous. I will accept, for the moment." In the back of their mind, the clutter was laughing its collective butt off over Hunter's counter-offer. Slate agreed that it was amusing. But not quite as amusing as Calley found it. Granted that he hadn't counted on the collar being taken off that easily--but it had been worth a try. Next term. Frankly, this one would come out of left field, for both the clutter and Hunter. "A few weeks ago, I mentioned a desire to enroll at Xavier's sister school to spy. I wish to revive that request. You may not be aware of this," in fact, he was fairly certain the man wasn't, unless he'd been doing some unnecessary background research into his most immature employee, "but I have only completed my formal education up to the eighth grade. I find this... irksome. I wish to either enroll at the Mansion as a student, or begin some form of GED program. The Mansion would be preferable, as it would also work in your best interests. Skipping class for missions is not a problem--I will prioritize my employment." In the back of their mind, the clutter pffted. Apparently the clutter had forgotten that their mother hadn't raised a high school dropout. Shove it, Slate. He drummed his fingers over the break in his arm. This point was less up for debate--from anyone. Slate wanted to learn.
So Slate wished to learn. Hunter had no problem with that, especially as he planned to do it at the mansion, thereby gathering intelligence at the same time. However, he had a few stipulations of his own to add. “Agreed, as information on the mansion would be most useful at this point. However, I have some requests of my own.”
“First your abilities. While I need them kept quiet, you’ll need some sort of power to be accepted at the mansion. Seeing as you have already publicly displayed transforming to a tiger that will be your power. Second, you will spend your time at the mansion as Calley rather than Slate. Calley’s naturally scatter brained nature leads him to blending in well with groups, especially teenagers. But you will be in control for lessons, showing Calley to be serious when needed, but generally a ‘goof off’.”
He was very interested as to how Slate would react to that request. While uncertain, Hunter didn’t think that Calley and Slate got along. The two would have to learn to work together for their own mutual benefit. “Finally you will have the psycho-conditioning completed before enrolling. It should only take a couple of days if I intensify it, so you could be enrolled by the end of the week.” With his requests made Hunter waited for Slate’s response.
Posted by Cheshire on Sept 12, 2007 15:50:02 GMT -6
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"Hmm."
Reasonable. Hunter Antonescu was a perfectly reasonable man. The fact that Slate was frowning at this moment showed that he himself would be the unreasonable one, if he argued with those terms--they made perfect sense. He disliked the idea of being unreasonable. He also strongly, strongly disliked--perhaps 'resented' was the word he was aiming for?--being told, in effect, to do Calley's homework while Calley was permitted to claim the rest of the schooling experience. Being unreasonable was a trait of the clutter, however. Hunter had made a very logical, acceptable offer. Slate would not be the sort of person who picked fights were there was nothing to fight over.
"...Agreed." He did not sound particularly happy about it. But he did not fight it. There had to be something to be said for that. "I have no further requests, for the moment." He looked down at his arm. "Do you have a need for my presence any longer? I believe I will heal this, otherwise." The arm looked far too messy for Slate to approve of.
“No,” replied Hunter calmly, “I believe that a conversation with Calley would be quite beneficial now, to make sure that he will uphold his part.” Hunter was also intrigued as to how this newfound healing ability worked. From his earlier sessions with Calley it was clear that he could not heal, and it seemed only Slate’s focus could do it. He watched the broken arm intently, straining all of his senses so as not to miss a thing.
Posted by Cheshire on Sept 12, 2007 18:16:28 GMT -6
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The arm shifted back to healed, every bit as quickly and smoothly as Calley shifted forms. There was no noticeable effort from Slate, either mental or physical. The arm was broken; then it was healed. Slate gave a last cordial nod to the man, and then he let the clutter flood back in.
Calley sort of twitched. And glowered a little. And realized he was glowering and twitching, and sat very still. The reason for the glowering: Slate had ever so considerately left all of their growing bruises to blossom. The reason for the twitching: Slate had been sitting a little too still for Calley's tastes. He had quite a lot of fidgeting to make up for. His arms and legs fairly hummed with pent up nervous energy. ...But he could maybe probably better just hold off on that until he wasn't in front of a Scary Boss Man who had no real incentive to not casually hurt the poor defenseless entirely innocent teenager sitting before him. What with the poor defenseless entirely innocent teenager's split personality being capable of healing any and all damage done. So... less twitching was good, for the moment. Maybe he could run around the block later. That'd feel great.
He blinked up at Hunter, trying to make himself look like a model employee. It might have worked better if he wasn't still sitting crossed-legged. Model kindergartener might be the best he could hope to pull off, in that pose. "You wanted to talk to me, Sir?" He asked. Politely.
Hunter was impressed at the rate at which Slate had healed. Enven his enhanced senses had struggled to keep up. He had just about seen the bone knit itself together. If you were human, you’d just see a broken arm one minute, and a healthy one the next. Hunter did note though that Slate had left the bruises, perhaps as a little reminder for Calley.
As he watched Calley he was also listening intently to the conversation going on at the Sanctuary. A deep male voice, who he guessed to be Abyss, was voicing his concern about Hunter knowing about them before coming to meet them. Apparently Abyss did not approve of subtle people, or “sneaky bastards” as he called them. Hunter made note of that and would be open, or at least seemingly open, with him.
Then came a female voice, possibly Isabel. She questioned as to why Mondragon labs would have better defence than the Sanctuary. For starters he had a clear view for miles around, allowing him to see anyone approaching. On top of that there was the garrison, on thousand highly trained soldiers who were loyal to him first and foremost. Finally there was Dr Ingram, who was working on some defensive emplacements right now. The lab would soon be a veritable fortress.
Hunter returned his focus to the boy as he spoke up, as Calley this time. “How much of my conversation with Slate did you hear?” he asked. He needed to know if Calley knew what Slate did. From the way Slate had addressed him he assumed that they shared memories, but he wanted to be sure.
Posted by Cheshire on Sept 13, 2007 8:52:24 GMT -6
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"Umm... all of it?" Calley hazarded. It was the truth, but there was sometimes a difference between 'the truth' and 'what the Scary Boss Man wanted to hear', and Calley was not so good at discerning the difference. "Sir," he added, a bit late. Idly, he wondered if they were going to keep up with the stupid rolling practice. The idea did not thrill Calley. There was only so long he could be in the same room with the Scary Boss Man without doing something worthy of getting himself hurt. Not that he needed to worry about that, anymore. ...Getting hurt came with a whole new set of worries. And besides, he had permission to go to the Mansion. Whoot. He had to admit--kudos to Slate. But practicing weird judo moves was not nearly as interesting as bugging Charles into giving him a ride over to the Mansion.
So Calley heard everything. Now Hunter knew that the dormant personality still had access to the senses. “In that case you know your part. Slate is in control for the lessons and you the other times. To ensure that the right person is in command you will first undergo the psycho-conditioning.”
Hunter waited to see how Calley would react. With an intense course he could have the trigger in place in three or four days. Once that was done he would have someone monitor Calley’s movements and activate Slate before lessons, deactivating him at the end.
(OOC: As I don’t know a whole lot about psycho-conditioning I’m gonna vote we skip that)