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.
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Posted by gorganite01 on Oct 29, 2007 14:28:18 GMT -6
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She accepted readily, for which Shogun was glad, if a little bemused. So she really was that evil? Or at least, she really was that not-benevolent. Intriuging. Well, he had asked for it, so he might as well start. "You stay in the circle, and see if you can hit me. If you hear a single knife touch my armour, then you win. Deal?" This was just slightly biased in his favour, as he had yet to turn off the armour. That was the other reason for choosing the axes earlier; they had nice wooden handles for him to hold.
Without waiting for an answer, he jogged to the far side of the room, and turned to face her. He didn't want to appear so arrogant as to do it with his back to her, even if it made no difference. "Whenever you're ready."
A single knife touch his armour, that was all she needed? In all modesty she believed they would need a new game shortly. She stood in the circle, and waited for him to position himself. He was about 10m away, therefore she decided that the neck would be an unwise choice and so opted for his chest as her target. With her hand at her side, by the pouch she was ready, yet she hesitated. Should I aim for something relatively harmless like his leg just in case? She paused for a moment as her morals were brought into question. No, he suggested it, he was responsible and that was that. It wasn’t that Nox didn’t have a conscience or a sense of honour, they were just warpped into her perceptive, to the extent that some could claim they didn’t exist but they were there, just altered to how she herself had been treated.
But with that momentary self questioning over, she had now made her mind up, and focused on the warrior. Letting her thoughts slip, she concentrated upon her latest task. The room dissolved around her, its sounds and sights faded, there was her and there was her target. Nothing else, no thoughts, no feelings, no distractions. Without warning she began, her hand wiping up round her side, loosing a weapon, and then releasing it. Send it flying off towards his heart. Point over hilt it spun, its movement barely traceable with the eye, as it cut through the gloom.
Posted by gorganite01 on Nov 1, 2007 2:48:11 GMT -6
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There was a slight amount of indecision, as though she were worried about killing him, probably. But that was soon gone, and her focus was back. He marveled at it, the absoluteness. He had seen her throwing knives, and so it was easier to pick up when she was going to, and to some extent what she was aiming for. There wasn't a lot to it though; aim for the samurai.
She whipped her hand out, the knife flying across the room. But Shogun had started moving before she had, and had flung himself to the side. Obviously, a heavily armoured swordsman doesn't move as fast as a knife, and if it weren't for his armour he'd at least get hit in the arm. But as it was, the knife seemed to change direction slightly, so that it swung just wide of him and hit the wall behind. He rolled, and was back to his feet, hoping that the knife was moving fast enough that she would just assume she missed. And that he just happened to have jumped in the right direction. "Good throw. Try again."
Once more he proved his speed. Yet even so, she was slightly perplexed when the knife missed all together; taking in consideration his dodge, she had guessed a hit of some kind. She shrugged it off, putting it down to her viewpoint, and realised this wasn't going to be quite as easy as she had first assumed. As soon as she registered the failure of her shoot, even as her mind thought over it, her hand had once more gone down to swipe out a second blade. There was no way she was leaving it at that.
As the second blade flew towards his new position, once more aiming to his heart, and third was let loose with her left hand. This too was sent flying towards him, though aimed at the right side of his chest rather than the left like the last one. It was only after the blades had left her hands that her minded registered that he had spoken. Good throw?! Try again?! She had no problem in missing due to his high speed - if you don't lose sometimes you'll never improve - but that was no reason to be patronising. Of course her immediate response was to try again, she wasn't some child who needed encouragement. She knew what she was doing. Rage grew, she suppressed it since it would only be a distraction. She remained silent, his statement wasn't even worthy of her response. Her mouth tightened into a line, but otherwise her focus remained as she waited, hoping that one of the two blades had found its mark.
Posted by gorganite01 on Nov 1, 2007 12:29:14 GMT -6
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She was understandably puzzled that her knife had missed, and instantly tried again. This time she tried with two knifes, leaving him next to no room to dodge. So he tried something else; he threw himself backwards. This bought him a little more time to move, but again it was entirely up to his armour to save him. Which it did.
The tragectory of both knives bent upwards, causing them to hit the wall behind him a foot above where they had been headed. He rolled backwards, coming back up to his feet. "Missed. care for another try?" He was intrigued to know how long it would take for her to realise that she had no chance of winning.
Okay, the last one could have been a dodge but that. She stood there as her brain checked and rechecked what it had seen - her blades were now embedded a foot above where there were supposed to be. To someone else that could be their problem, for her, something was going on. Something which wasn't going down well with her. First things first, check what his 'shield' was - how far it expanded. And having stood there motionless for a moment, she threw, two blades again, one at his knee the other his head. Testing whether this 'shield' just covered or chest or was irritating enough to cover his whole body. She had to admit this made things more interesting, but at the same times he was playing with her. For he knew for some reason her knives could not hit him, which she planned to test thoroughly before accepting, yet he suggested this. On the other hand this explained his cockiness not to mention his newly found patronizing tone, which she vowed one day to make him pay for in equal humiliation. She let a bust of anger rise within her mind Damn him! Before retiring to the focus that she required.
Posted by gorganite01 on Nov 1, 2007 16:22:16 GMT -6
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She lost her focus, with an explosion of anger. Shogun guessed that she had worked out that this was a little biased, but she controlled her anger and regained for focus. Another two knives flew at him, one low and the other high. He was getting tired from leaping around in full armour, so he instead ducked. This meant that the high one missed completly, and he stretched out one arm toward the other knife. This way, it stopped just in front of his palm. Nothing like a little theatrics to keep people on their toes. The knife dropped to the floor in front of him. "I think you can see where this is going. Feel free to continue trying if you want." He wondered how she would respond to this, either letting her anger take control, or by just not liking him. As far as he was concerned, he couldn't care either way.
He stretched out his palm and…And the blade stopped!? Now she was truly intrigued, though she naturally assumed that it was connected to his powers. The knife clattered onto the floor sending out ripples that reached her as sound, which disturbed her mystification replacing it with renewed anger. She didn’t like being played with, and she loathed not being able to do anything about. Her knives couldn’t reach him. With her irritation her mind lost some of its control, however, as soon as she felt it go she reined it back in. She would not use her powers, that would be giving in. And so her anger seethed, as her mind thought, ignoring his comment, running through various sceneries trying to find a way to bypass his protection. Did force, or size matter? A quick decision was made. And so wordlessly she walked over to the weapon rack and selected a spear. Turing she hurdled it at him, its blade flying towards with much more force than the knives allowed. She wondered if it would make any difference, a logically part of her brain said it wouldn’t. But she had tried on the off chance that it would.
Posted by gorganite01 on Nov 2, 2007 14:53:26 GMT -6
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Her anger almost got away from her. He felt safe that there was nothing she could do to him, so he wasn't at all frightened, and as he stood back up she managed to rein her anger back in. Her focus again came back, and she decided to experiment. She picked up a spear, which Shogun quicklytried to figure out what material it was, and was thankful for the tip being solid. He wasn't sure if the armour would hold up to it, or what would happen, but he trusted that Antonescu would have told him if there was a weakness to his armour. So he stood his ground, and let it come.
And come it did. With force. It hit the field just infront of his chest, again not actually touching the armour, it it did knock him back a step. He quickly regained his balence, and picked up the spear by the shaft. He took it over to the rack and hung it back up, then turned to Nox. "As you can tell, I am very difficult to kill. Do you wish to contintue experimenting?"
The spear didn’t even scratch his armour, it flew perfectly towards his chest and then stopped in midair before him. Yes it made him step back but otherwise he swatted the spear way as if it was nothing. Nothing – a spear hurled at your chest nothing? It was certainly a useful trick he had up his sleeve. Something was tugging at the back of her mind as he placed the spear back in the rack, something important yet it danced at her peripheral vision never allowing her to fully glimpse, and therefore grasp, it. So consumed by trying to trick it to reveal itself she completely ignored his words. And then it came: how could he hold the spear if it was replied from him? In fact how had he managed to hold any of the weapons, which he had other the course of their training? The axes, his sword, this spear, why could they touch him when her knives couldn’t. Her mind eagerly followed this trail, hoping it led to the one gap in his otherwise impenetrable defence. Wait. His sword from earlier - it had been of plastic. She had considered this strange at the time, but had otherwise considered it no further. What if it was plastic in order that he could touch it. The thought hung undisturbed in solace in her mind. After a short pause her mind raced once more, checking the new theory against gathered evidence. He had only ever held the shaft of a weapon or his plastic one, so clearly plastic and wood were fine, and so that left only one thing. The blades, the metal, he repelled the metal.
Voilà, a new plan, and not only that, a plan which might actually work. She walked over and inspected the weapon rack gain, this time purposefully, without the irritation of before. Carefully her eyes checked through the rows for anything wooden or plastic, anything which didn’t have a metal blade. At one far end there was half a dozen plastic weapons, she had been perplexed that not a single wooden sparring blade had been among the selection. She examined one, it seemed to be made of a light, durable plastic and was sharpened at one end to a formidable point. If this didn’t work she didn’t know what to do, for her ideas were running dry, yet she figured this might just do the trick. So, she spun, and once more hurled the weapon at him. This time, the act was purposeful; it was thought out and wasn’t ridden with irritation like before. The weapon would cause minimal pain, if as she hoped , it impacted, yet it should surprise him, she figured, since he would not be able to notice the change in material until it was too late
Posted by gorganite01 on Nov 3, 2007 14:55:36 GMT -6
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She was thinking. That was good. What was not good, was the rack of weapons she was headed for. He had already taken the liberty, shortly after they started the 'moving target' session, of using a pulse to identify which weapons in the room could hurt him. And she was headed right for them. As she moved toward them, she had her back to him, so he switched off his armour. He then picked up a metal shield, and as she spun around and threw, he easily deflected it away.
"Very clever. I expected you to be throwing knives for a lot longer." He put the spear back on the rack. "Why do you think Antonescu chooses not to keep wooden weapons in the training area? Surely they would be as useful for training with as metal ones, if a little less durable."
He picked up a metal shield, her theory crumbled slowly before her. But then why did he need suddenly need a shield unless the plastic spear would have hit him? Slightly confused, yet pleased with herself for at least figuring out his weakness, she considered his words. Why indeed? She too had picked up on this peculiar factor; wooden sparring blades were unarguably useful. She then spoke her thoughts aloud as means of her response: “Either for some reason he has no use for practise blades, indicating that he does not train beginners, or he has some personal vendetta against wood.”. Either way it didn’t affect her, but it was certainly intriguing. “What do you think?” he had after all been here longer than her, and therefore, may have picked up on some other factor. She waited for his response, and made no move towards the weapon rack, she may return to hurling spears later but for now she was satisfied that theoretically, she could hit him.
Posted by gorganite01 on Nov 4, 2007 10:30:21 GMT -6
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Shogun hung the shield back up now that the girl showed no signs of continuing her 'experiments'. "Maybe he doesn't train beginners. He certainly seems the kind of man who could simply hire the best and train them from there. I have experienced his fighting," that fact that it was directed directly at him was beside the point, "and I beleive there ae few he couldn't teach to be better than they are. Or, as you say, he could just not life wood." He doubted the man just wouldn't like wood, there had to be something more. Come to think of it, Shogun hadn't come across any wood at all in the entire complex, not even a tree in the grounds outside. Antonescu was hiding something.
Ummmm…. the first idea was the most probable yet it still seemed slightly peculiar. Not to not have any wooden sparring blades - it was bazaar. She filed away the fact of the lack of wood; it was interesting but not quite relevant to their training session. Thinking on which her memory jarred, and remembered there had been something she had been meaning to ask him, “How can you sometimes touch metal, and other times repel it?” She hoped his explanation would also cover how the hell he was so hard to kill. And then they would have to come up with something new to do…
Posted by gorganite01 on Nov 6, 2007 6:23:21 GMT -6
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Ah, she'd finally learnt a simple truth; asking works better than just trying to kill them. "My armour can repel any metal, when I turn it on. I purposefully chose to turn it off hen you weren't looking, in order to keep you guessing." He wasn't entirely sure what to do next. "Do you have any unusual talents that would cause Antonescu to hire you?" From what he had met of Antonescu's employees, all of them were either scientists or mutants. And from what he could tell, Nox was not a scientist.