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.
Kitra felt rather refreshed. Especially since she had been out cold for two days after the training session. It didn't surprise her, well not really. She had been given some sort of sedative, plus her body had been worn out. So she had slept. But, now, she wanted her sketchpads back from Zephyr. The only problem? Where to find him. Kitra went to the Canteen, had some breakfast. Had traipsed outside, found no one but guards. No Zephyr in the hallways and she hadn't found a tagged room in the barracks. She had made a quick stop at the library top return some books on art concepts. Did she find him? No such luck.
After making multiple pit stops, Kitra had found herself near the training areas. She shrugged and made her way into one of the bigger rooms. 'I'll practice for a bit and then go search for Zephyr. This will clear my head.' She strode to the center of the room and sat indain style. She breathed in and out in meditation. She leaped up and lashed out with a scissors kick followed by an uppercut and a legsweep. Kitra moved smoothly to the left to dodge a 'blow' before dropping low and kicking straight upwards at the same moment. She leapt up and did a spinning kick and landed crouched. Kitra paused there for a moment before continuing her deadly dance. It was very much like she was sparring an invisible opponent.
Crouched down uncomfortably behind a metallic dumpster Zephyr shot a brief glance down at the pistol in his hand while bullets continued to fly over his head. The 92F Beretta in his grasp was a standard military pistol and was widely used by a number of different organizations, legal or otherwise as the case may be. It wasn’t the highest caliber of pistols available on the market but because of its wide spread use it did afford its user the benefit of anonymity if authorities ever discovered traces of the weapons use and so being the rather private individual he was the elemental had had little hesitation in opting for the Italian crafted tool. He was after all by no means a veteran when it came to the utilization of more conventional firearms and although he could tap into his mutation to guarantee himself a “one shot one kill” policy his natural aim left much to be desired, a deficiency he was of a mind to correct.
Snatching up a handful of rubble with his free hand the merc tossed it over his shoulder and into the alleyway directly behind him, at the same moment he tensed his muscles and dove out from behind his temporary shelter, relying solely upon his own luck and the pitifully simplistic distraction to avoid a new hail of bullets during this moment of vulnerability.
The ploy worked; the unknown aggressors allowed their attention to be redirected towards the small shower of debris giving the elemental time to complete his basic maneuver; impacting the somewhat damp floor with an uncomfortable squelching sensation Simon took advantage of his momentum and rolled off his shoulder, then onto his back before swiftly recovering his feet in a crouched position with his Beretta trained on one of the unlucky assailants.
It was at this point though that the rest of group comprehended the fact that they had been duped, albeit briefly, and hastily swung their arms towards the elementals new location, Zephyr however had no need to make such modifications; his first target was already in his sights and without hesitation he tightened his grip around the weapons trigger and pulled, releasing a spray of shots into man before he had even finished recalibrating his aim. The unfortunate soul collapsed to the floor with guttural cry, dropping his own firearm as he tried in vain to stem the crimson flow from his body. An instant later the sound of gunfire rang out again and another faceless opponent dropped to the alleyways soiled floor with a blaring set of wounds across his upper torso.
‘Just one more.’ The silent words echoed through the mercs mind as he swept his arm up to the third and final gunman, preparing to put an end to this irritating scenario only to have his blood run cold as the bark of gun that was not his own rang clearly through in ears, there was a sudden searing pain and then-
“SIMULATION TERMINATED”[/color]
Biting back a string of curses the elementals jaw tightened noticeably as he struggled to maintain his composure while the holograms around him faded, leaving behind blank pillars of metal which slowly began to retreat to their proper places within the training area. ‘It was only a simulation’ he told himself sternly as he fought down his growing aggravation over yet another failed attempt, ‘this is where mistakes are supposed to be made; so that one can learn from them and avoid repeating them in real life.’ Glancing down at his shoulder which was still emanating signals of pain Simon saw that his outer layer of clothing was undamaged, however he knew that he if he were to remove his shirt he would discover an unsightly scorch covering the area where he had been “shot”. The merc didn’t know what kind of technology caused the strange burn but he’s learned from repeated exposure that the mark would fade away in a roughly 24 hours but would be remarkably tender until then.
Shifting his gaze to the firearm in his hand Simon deftly performed the necessary action to eject the weapons magazine and took stock of how many rounds were left to him; he’d fired seven shots in total during the latest simulation and in the one prior to that he’d only managed to release three before he had been “terminated”, leaving him with a grand total of five rounds for his next attempt. Deciding that he did not want to take the time to reload during his next attempt Simon withdrew a spare ammo cartridge from the confines of his coat and with an air of patience he did not truly feel began to methodically transfer rounds from the cartridge to the magazine.
“Computer, replay session 032 gamma at 0.5 speed”
A few feet to the elementals a previously idle terminal flickered into life, briefly it displayed the labs company logo which swiftly gave way to a rapidly filling loading bar before it finally proceeded with its assigned task and began to display the mercs latest run at the simulation. Which Simon watched intently as he tried to pinpoint the errors in his performance, although he knew for the most part that his failure was down to his poor reaction there was always the possibility that he could discover something new.
Kitra's concentration broke, causing her spinning back kick to send her to the floor. "Ouch." She got up and brushed herself off idly. Stretching, she made her way to the door and opened it slowly. Looking around she noticed that another training room was in use. Kitra's eyebrow raised, 'I wonder who's in there, hmm.' An evil smirk appeared on her face. 'Maybe it's Zephyr. One can always hope. With that thought, Kitra walked over to the door and opened it slowly.
Zephyr was standing at a computer watching something. Kitra raised an eyebrow and let it drop. 'It won't be easy getting my sletchpads back though.' "Hello Zephyr. I was hoping to get my sketchpads back now."
Slipping the final bullet into place within the spring loaded magazine Simon loaded the new rounds into his Beretta with an audible click[/b] which echoed clearly around the now desolate training area. Extending the pistol outwards with one arm the elemental glanced down the weapons sights as he adjusted himself to the weapons newly attained weight, there was no true practical reason for this; the bullets themselves did not posses enough mass for their combined totals to significantly impair his aim. The reasoning behind the action was somewhat more complex and, it must be said, somewhat vain, for the only thing the mercenary was hoping to achieve was the ability to predict the number of rounds remaining within his firearm simply by gauging its weight.
‘Fifteen rounds’ he told himself silently, as he pulled back the slide and armed the gun, ‘let us see if I can survive my next attempt with only five’ A rather optimistic, and some might add, foolhardy goal but if nothing else Simon was something of perfectionist when it came to things he thought of as vital to survival, this was most obviously demonstrated in the level of control he had over his mutation but was also revealed in other aspects of his life, one example would have been the custom motorcycle he had shipped in early on in his career; the machine had been designed in such a way that it could not only outrun anything short of F1 motor but both it’s frame and tires had been constructed from highly complex carbon fibres designed to withstand all but the most powerful armor piercing rounds. If he’d still had the bike in his possession it would have acted as his primary mode of transport and getaway vehicle whenever he encounter… unfavourable situations.
Reaching out his free arm Zephyr deactivated the terminal he had been so intently observing for the last few minutes and took a breath, ‘Enough stalling, progress will only be made through practice.’
“Computer begin simul-“
"Hello Zephyr. I was hoping to get my sketchpads back now."
Interrupted in mid sentence the elemental in question lowered the armed weapon in his hand and adopted his habitual stoic expression in order to mask his annoyance as he turned to greet his new guest.
“Ah Ms. Mavrick, tell me do you make a habit out of wandering into active training areas unannounced?”
'And he had a gun. Great, just great. Well at least he lowered it'. Kitra huffed and crossed her arms. "Normally, I don't. But, as I want my sketchpads back, I've been searching for you." Kitra lowered her arms and walked over to Zephyr, stopping a few feet short of him. "Anything that will help me to get them back, well I'm all ears." Her eyes narrowed, "Even if it means I have to fight you to get them back, I will do so." Kitra went silent, merely staring at Zephyr while she waited for his response.
“…if it means I have to fight you to get them back, I will do so.”
Zephyr’s eyes narrowed slightly in annoyance as he listened to the girl before him harp on, on any day if he were in a better mood the elemental may have voiced speculations on other possible intentions the redhead might have had in seeking him out, no doubt the girls response to such comments would have been amusing and encouraged him to continue on in the same vein for some time. Alas however the merc was not currently inclined to pursue such a venture, no matter how entertaining it promised to be; the majority of his attention was still focused the simulation which had so far bested him more times than he would care to count and so it should come as no surprise that his response to the artistic girl would be little more than a dismissal.
“I am in no mood to play games Ms. Mavrick, as you can clearly see your drawings are not in my possession, so I would thank you to kindly exit this room and leave me to my business...” The elementals voice was measured at a slow pace as he gave his reply, yet there was no mistaking the overtones of irritation which laced his words. Starring unflinchingly into Kitra’s emerald eyes Simon moved the Beretta across his body so that it rested between him and his unwanted guest with it nose pointed somewhat to left of Kitra’s kneecap. Then using his free hand the merc grasped the top portion of the firearm and pulled back the slide once more to repeat highly audible click[/i] which signified that the weapon was armed.
Kitra's eyes narrowed and she quickly looked through her sketches via her slideshow in her mind and came across a twisted rope. She had seen where Zephyr's gun was pointing, but didn't care. If he was dumb enough to actually shoot her then it was his life on the line. It appeared around Zephyr's neck with a full inch of air to spare. So it wasn't actually touching his neck, just circling it in the air. "If you actually shoot me then that rope will tighten. I will happily leave you alone, if you tell me where I can retrieve my sketchbooks." She shrugged, showing indifference to the situation.
A momentary expression of surprise danced across the elementals features as the twisted coil of rope leapt forth from the pages of Kitra’s sole remaining sketchbook and surged into existence around the general area of the mercenary’s neck as it silently supported its creators threat. The lapse in his composure was short lived however as Zephyr swiftly regained controlled of his features and was once more staring coldly at the impudent redhead before him.
“I do not believe you fully comprehend your position…” the words were spoken softly, completely lacking the previous undercurrent of annoyance, yet seeming all the more dangerous because of it. “…allow me to clarify it for you.”
Releasing his grip upon the upper half of the berretta Zephyr casually reached his free hand towards the hovering coil of rope at his neck. When his fingers were barely a hairs breadth from the twisted fibres he extended his consciousness towards the multitude of air particles surrounding the coil and crafted them to his will; deftly binding them together and granting them a razors edge he released his signature wind blades upon the twisted rope making at appear as though it had simply disintegrated in mid air.
With the noose now dismissed Zephyr’s attention swiftly shifted to the strange pouch at Kitra’s side; he had seen a demonstration of the girls abilities less than three days prior and so he had a vague understanding of how the girls mutation functioned; in short she was dependant upon her drawings to utilize her matter altering ability, therefore if she were to be separated from her sketches her mutation, Simon did not bother to finish his trail of thought, instead opting to direct his towards repeating his the actions he had performed against the girl during their first encounter; forcibly taking hold of the surrounding air and once crafting a razor wind designed to separate the girl from her sole remaining sketchbook.
Not willing to leave anything to chance though the merc swiftly raised his firearm and directed it at Kitra’s skull, ensuring he had her full attention and hopefully dissuading her from doing anything foolish, like threatening him.
Kitra blinked in surprise as the rope was shredded out of existince. 'Plan B.' Kitra knew he didn't have the sketchbooks with him. She couldn't sense them but she kinda needed them back. They had the original copies of the Order members and that other guy Mandain. She concentrated quickly on her sketchbook and smirked inwardly as she saw that this sketchbook had her sketch of a force field. That was renforced with lightening. It appeared swiftly into being, wrapping itself around her like a protective bubble. She winced a little as something hit it where her pack was resting on her hip. Now it couldn't be gotten to, nor could a bullet get through it. Since Zephyr had now pointed the gun directly at her head, it was a good thing she had an imagination when she drew.
Kitra glared directly at Zephyr, "You may have asked me to leave. But, I do need my sketchbooks back." Her voice became deadpan, "Nor will you destroying them do anything but piss me off. Those aren't my only sketchpads." Crossing her arms, she continued glaring at Zephyr. "All I ask is for you to give me the location of where they are at and I will go retrieve them myself." Her voice went even flatter, "Leaving you alone."
Raising an inquisitive eyebrow at the abrupt appearance of the bizarre bubble which now enclosed Kitra’s form Zephyr took a moment to reassess the situation, and after a moments pause, he lifted the pistol and rested it against his shoulder, clearly signifying that he no longer had any intention of aerating her skull, for the moment at least.
‘Annoying pest’ he thought idly as he regarded the redhead critically, it was obvious that basic intimidation tactics would be of no use here unless he was willing to show his hand and make the girl realize exactly who she was dealing with. Such a course of action though would be more effort than it was worth and would ultimately gain him nothing useful and so he dismissed the idea from his mind. He could potentially pull rank on the irritating wench, Hunter had after all placed him as second in command of the Kabal, a position which granted him more than a few benefits. However he was hesitant to utilize such a tactic at the moment in light of the stubborn streak Kitra was currently flouting; if the girl chose to ignore his order then he would be required to use force to get his way or else allow the little fool to establish a dangerous precedent and give her cause to undermine his authority at later point in time, possibly when he actually needed it.
Releasing a weary sigh Simon stared levelly at the artistic Kabal member not ten feet away, and he noted for the first time the expression of annoyance which almost mirrored his own and a new possibility occurred to him.
Allowing a slight smirk to tug at his lips the merc adopted an air of superiority which came all too naturally to him, he did after all have better things to do then deal with this… nuisance.
“Stubborn little thing aren’t you? Tell me Ms. Mavrick did it ever occur to you that I might not have any intention returning your mediocre artwork?”
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((OOC: My apologies for the delay, it is currently exam season and will be for the next two weeks, as such my time is extremely limited, however I will endeavor to avoid such a lag between responses in the future.))
OOC: Zephyr its cool I know that you're in school. No worries ^ ^
IC: Kitra sighed inwardly as her shield of lightening disappeared, 'His gun isn't pointed at my head, awesome (loaded with heavy sarcasm btw). Now, how to handle this, hopefully a bit better then what I'm doing now.' She opened her mouth to speak and apologize, when Zephyr opened his big mouth. Her eyes narrowed and she breathed in sharply, 'Did he just insult me?! What the heck, grrr.' She then smirked herself, "Zephyr, if you believe my artwork is so medicore, then why would you want to keep it?" She shrugged slightly, "By all means if my artwork is medicore, please tell me how to improve it."
Zephyr tilted his head and treated Kitra to a questioning expression, to be honest he was somewhat surprised that his comment had not provoked a greater reaction. He had imagined the girls personality to be similar to Trista’s in terms of temper and impulsive behaviour, yet now it seemed as though the artistic redhead possessed some type of maturity and wit for she had actually attempted to turn his own words against him while feigning indifference.
After a moments thought the elementals returned his head to it’s appropriate position and lapsed back to his previous attitude as he once more adopted a condescending tone, “I do not recall stating that I wished to keep your work Ms. Maverick, I simply said I might not have any intention of returning it, because despite my own opinions there are those who would pay a rather admirable sum for your art, especially those for whom you have created full length portraits.”
For just a moment after he finished speaking the merc’s grin evolved to the point where it became a pronounced smirk as he took the advantage in what might be laughably called a verbal spar. The idea of auctioning the girls sketchbooks to the Order had crossed his mind shortly after he had seen their rather rough sketches, he knew already that the group had some inkling as to Kitra’s abilities for he had seen the report which documented their interaction, going purely off what he knew of Syn and the semi secretive nature of her group he was certain she would not hesitate to eliminate the possibility of doppelgangers among her people, as long as the price was reasonable of course.
The moment of silent gloating was short lived however and it seemed that as soon as the smirk had arrived upon the elementals features it vanished, reverting back once more to a simple smile which, if taken out of context might have been considered polite, and strangely Zephyr’s voice suddenly began to support this illusion as his patronizing tone dissipated and was instead replaced with one which could almost be considered thoughtful for he had taken the second part of Kitra’s reply seriously.
“As to improving your current work, I would suggest depicting objects that are somewhat less, flamboyant. You will not always wish to attract attention after all.”
Cafas: "Zephyr is the king of bad decisions, but if Sebby being weak to ghost is anything to go by, not so amazing at follow through."
Kitra's smirk grew, "Zephyr, what you have seen is only a small portion of my work." She laughed lightly, "I know there are people that would buy my work. That's how I made my living before I started working for Hunter." Her smirk went to a smile, "Thank you though for the suggestion. I will happily keep that in mind." 'He's rather hard to figure out, one moment he's patronizing me and the next he's completly serious. How odd.' She shrugged, "So what were you up to before I rudely inturrutped you? Perhaps I could be of some assisstance."
Simon glanced down at the redhead with a bemused expression upon his normally stoic features, moments earlier this girl had laughably threatened to kill him if he did not return her artwork, now however she was offering to aid him with his training. The reason for Kitra’s abrupt alteration was of course obvious; she had finally recognized that her powers were insufficient to carry out any threat she chose to employ against him, thus she was now attempting to befriend him in order to gain compliance.
‘How quickly she changes her tune when the odds turn against her’ he noted with idle amusement as he tried to decide how best to answer the presumptuous female. Combat was a possibility, rousing her into a sufficient temper that she assaulted him with her all despite the fact they were teammates, while this option might provide him a semi-efficient outlet for his earlier aggravation the elemental could see that it was not beneficial in the long run.
Accepting her offer for aid was another option, however he had numerous grounds upon which to reject this decision, chief among them was his almost inherent habit/belief that he should work through his problems on his own. There had never been anyone to support him through those first trying months when his mutation had flared into activity, yet he had managed to dominate it, and the consequences of that conquest had forever changed his view on life. His powers had gifted him the edge he’d needed to escape his fathers thumb and with that liberation had come a fierce desire to protect his newfound independence and in some dark corner of Zephyr’s mind was the idea that to accept aid was to become reliant and therefore relinquish a portion of his freedom. Simon did of course recognize that such a mind frame was unpractical and severely limited him and so the elemental tried to accept help and instruction where necessary but a part of him always resented it.
So if combat and acceptance were not an option then he could simply return to square one and suggest that the girl to leave. However if the girl was truly intent upon retrieving her artwork then it was unlikely that such a proposition would be taken favorably, however it was the most favourable of the three and so the merc gave the mental equivalent of a shrug and commenced his reply.
“Before your untimely arrival I was endeavoring to improve my efficiency at ranged combat” There was no ill will conveyed in the elementals tone, instead there was actually a shallow note of amusement which was reflected upon the elemental features by a slight tug of the lips, “So while I appreciate the offer I don’t know how much help a melee fighter would be, unless of course you wished to volunteer as my target?”
Kitra smirked, "No, I won't offer myself as your target for your gun practice. And what gave you the impression I was a melee fighter?" She shrugged, "Anyway, I wouldn't mind giving you pointers." She frowned slightly, "I don't know what your abilities are exactly. It seems that it's something like telekinesis. Perhaps if you used it to hold your hand in place when you shoot to keep it steady. And slowly let it fade away as you get more used to shooting your gun."
Kitra tapped her foot slightly as she thought for a few moments. "When I was little it took my wrists a few months to get used to the strain of using a bow. Using a gun has the a similair affect on the wrists." Chuckling she spoke again, "Yes it is a bit of a cheat but it will help you improve a bit faster. Or you could get braces for your wrists, that would also help." She looked up slightly and eyed him, "I still would like my sketchpads back however." A sly grin curved her lips upwards, "Perhaps a challange of your choice might help to persuade you to give them back? I wouldn't mind a challange or two."