The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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.
OOC - Ive set the scene for whoever you're sending to recruit me hunter, if you want me to change it let me know. also circe if we have or are going to meet up again between the "looking for trouble" post and this one pm me so i can change this post if you need to know anything about slade, hunter, just check his profile or pm me -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- IC - It was just about three weeks after the bill oppressing mutants had been overturned, and Slade was still getting used to being able to walk in public. He had been padding warily around times square and central park over the last few weeks hoping to catch a sight of that woman he had escaped with all those weeks ago... he had seen no sign of her. For the first time in weeks she had offered him the chance to communicate with someone who didn't scream or shout at him, and much to his sadness that had been the last he had seen of her to date.
Bringing his eyes back around to bear he snapped out of his latent thoughts, returning focus to his latest mechanical gyzmo that he was working on in his "apartment". It was a set of dynamos that he was developing to work at 150% efficiency... so far he had broken three of the seven devices. Fred had always been able to direct his mechanical skills, Slade wished so much that Fred was here now.
Slamming the now broken dynamo onto his work-top he shouted out vehemently, "Damnit Sirius he ISN'T coming back!!" Standing there, his chest heaving in frustration he slowly reasserted his emotions. After giving into his anger all Slade ever felt was the dull and familiar ringing of guilt. Massaging his forehead with his greasy, oiled right hand he reached for his mug, he glanced past the mirror and saw that he'd wiped oil all over his face.
Grunting with malcontent he swept his vision across the room in search for a towel, it was by the door. Systems whirring and grinding softly he ambled across the garage floor to retrieve it. As he reached the towel, the door to his left emitted a sharp series of knocks. Slade recoiled, his right hand outstretched towards the cracked and rusted door. He hoped whoever it was would be friendly. Clutching the handle tensely he drew the door ajar tentatively. "Who's knockin'?"
Nigel Banks smiled warmly back at Slade. He'd seen him on the video footage of his escape with Circe, but seeing him upclose was another thing. Nigel couldn't help but think how like one of Ingram's robots he look. The guy would not look at all out of place in the good doctors laboratory.
"Sorry to bother you," Nigel said politely, "and I can come back if it's a bad time. I just wanted to talk to you about the possibility of offering you a job, if you're interested that is." Hopefully that would be enough to interest Slade. The man offered Hunter, amoung other things, another unique method of intellegence gathering, after all who expects the car in the carpark to be listening?
ooc - Again if i've described nigel inaccurately just post n ill edit it
ic - Standing at the door was a well-dressed man, he was smiling broadly. He spoke with a self assured, formal tone. While he seemed a perfectly normal and polite man, his obviously athletic physique with his confidence in his vocal proposition seemed to entail more than what merely met the eye.
Slade frowned, his head cocked to one side in thought as he drew the door open. This man's offering of a job almost brought him back to when he was a university student, small corporations fishing for the up and coming engineers to further develop their own competetive ability for the future. "This time is as good as any sir, please come in." Slade replied softly, stepping aside and extending a hand in profference that the man should enter. "I'm sorry my greeting was so cold, being what I am there are those who... who would prefer it if I were not here."
Slade's heart was pounding in his chest, he had always found interview situations to be frightening at best; even when he had been normal. He also realised that he had not yet heard this man's name. He hoped this job offer was good, Slade had missed working for a real firm with real technology to play with.
"No need to apologise sir," Nigel said as he entered, "I can understand, after all, considering the recent events it's not surprising that mutants are still on guard. Now, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Nigel Banks, and my employer is very impressed by you. Not only do you have unique abilities, but our records indicate that you have an aptitude with technology. Is that correct Mr Ravenscroft?"
Traking down Sirius Ravencroft's background had not been easy. They could track his current form back to a garage in Detroit, one which was attacked a while back. From there they managed to get a hold of his true identity, and track his records back to birth. Hunter never made a move without all the availible information to hand.
Slade almost double taked. No one had called him by his real name for a long time, mainly due to the fact that since he had left Detroit he had only told two people his name. If this guy knew his name then what else would he know about slade's past? Thrown off guard by this sudden realisation he replied, "Uh, yeah, I have a 2:1 in mechanical engineering with application recommendations from two companies that employed and trained me during my degree. Oh, and please sit down mr Banks." Slade gestured over towards the old sofa.
The old words were coming back as easily as riding a bike. Although Slade had never found interviews entirely easy he had rigidly learnt what to say in them, even if the employer seemed to know a lot more than what was warranted... "I specialised in mechanical research development and quantum mechanical construction." Slade paused here, wondering just how much he could ask in return. He felt it would be wiser to stick to the safer questions first. "So, mr Banks, what does your employer wish to employ me for? Also, sir, how does he wish to utilise my, ah, unique abilities?"
Nigel took the offered seat and listened intently to what Mr Ravenscroft had to say. He learned nothing that he didn't already know, but he smiled and nodded regardless. "Primarily he'd be looking to take you on as chief mechanic at the Mondragon Laboratory," Nigel said, explaining the legal part of the job, "You'd be maintaining the varied vehicles kept there and ensuring they all run smoothly. There would be about two dozen mechanics at your disposal and an annual salary of $100,000."
Nigel paused, allowing Mr Ravenscroft time to process what he had just said before he continued, "There is also a second offer, an add on if you will. It would not replace what has currently been offered, but rather add to it. You are free to turn this option down and just accept the first part if you wish. Before I offer you this second part however I must ask you a question. How opposed are you to breaking the law?"
ooc - i wish this guy had been elderly then he could have had a stroke! lol!!
ic - Slade sat. It was all he could do... what had this man offered him? Had someone walked in at this very moment they very well could have thought that Slade was a statue. Slade's mind was trying to assimilate this as fast as possible... $100,000 with assistants? Slade had never been offered more than $30,000 before and he'd always worked alone. All he could think was "what the hell?!"
After a few moments, his somewhat dazed attention turned to the second point as he stammered "Um, I think I need a drink..." He stood shakily and stumbled over the the barrel, downing three mugs of oil in sweet succession as his systems whirred into overdrive due to the shock. He managed, after a few very deep breaths, to reply to the offer that Nigel had posited. "That offer seems far too good to refuse sir! Oh and on that second point, i grew up in Detroit. As such I've never held much respect for the pigs who claim to protect us, especially after what they did during this damned bill was in place. I hold no compunction for screwing with their, or the law's, plans."
Slade paused only to swig another helping of oil, his systems were beginning to purr again and he felt his cooling systems reasserting control. He turned fully to Nigel Banks, crossing his arms and grinning nervously in his direction "So, mr Banks, when do I start?"
Nigel could only smile at Mr Ravenscroft's reaction. Once the man/machine had downed a few mugs of oil he seemed to regain his composure and express interest in the first offer as well as a lack of regard for the law. Perfect.
"You can start right away," Nigel answered, "but first there is the second part I have to tell you. My employer, Mr Antonescu, has several ventures that fall outside the boundries of the law. One venture in perticular is a group of mutants who will perform cetain tasks for him, usually to the detriment of someone else. He would like to add you to this group. There is an added element of risk, but also and addition to the pay cheque. An extra $400,000, bringing your salary up to a round half million dollars. So, are you interested?"
Slade could have collapsed. He felt ill with the shock! $100,000 had been more than enough for Slade already but half a million?! "Did you just offer me half a million?! My god yes, i'll accept that offer hands down!" Slade gulped breathlessly as he tried to fathom just how rich this "mr Antonescu" was... he'd never heard of the guy. Slade grasped the work-top next to him for support, he had just felt his legs almost give way. "Uh, so what will I be part of a team? Do I meet this employer of yours or does he prefer to communicate through you? Can we step outside I need some air..."
Slade stared at mr Banks blinking so fast his vision was becoming blurred, he was still trying to work out what the hell had just happened over the last few minutes. This man looked no different to any other smart, well-set business man and yet was offering a salary that Slade couldn't hope to achieve in a lifetime let alone a year! He couldn't feel his extremities such was the numbness that was spreading through his body.
All of this considered, Slade had never felt so exhilirated and excited in all of his life! Slade felt so high he was sure he must either be dreaming or tripping. This job, this salary, was going to take one hell of a getting used to!
"That is correct. You will work along side other mutants, combining your abilities in a way best suited for the perticular task," Nigel answered, rising and heading for the door seeing as Mr Ravenscroft seemed to be struggling to take in the number of zeros on his pay cheque. "But as for my employer, you'll be meeting him in person soon enough."
"If you like I can let you sleep on it, get to grips with it. Then, I can come back tomorrow and you can start. However, if you are feeling up for it you can start right away. THe choice is yours." Nigel turned to Mr Ravenscroft and waited for his answer. Considering the man's shock he might just tale the offer to sleep on it, but somehow Nigel felt that he'd regain his composure soon enough and be eager to head out to the labs.
Slade shook his head exuberantly, he inhaled heavily before replying to mr Banks. "You think I can sleep after that offer? Hell no I'm coming with you right now!" Slade grinned dazedly as he began to follow mr Banks. "Oh, and is it ok if i bring along a few things?I wouldn't last one minute without my tools!"
Slade laughed deeply, his fuel systems had been pumping adrenaline into him for the past few minutes and all this excitement was getting the better of him. He needed to find out about his new job just like a small kid needed to rip open his presents at christmas! Slade had a feeling life was on the upturn...
Nigel smiled at Mr Ravenscroft's eagerness. "Of course, we can go right away." Rising from his seat Nigel headed outside. "If you'd like to change into your car form I have a little gift, something to help with your camouflage. After that, just follow my car and I'll lead you straight there."
In his pocket Nigel had the simple device from Ingram. Given time he would develop a more sophisticated system, but the current one would do for now.
Slade smiled and padded over to the garage door and began transforming, his metallic sheen cracking and rotating as his structure re-assimilated and grew the body parts into car-sized manifestations. With clicks, bounces and whirrs Slade collapsed into place.
Just as his right hand disintegrated into his chassis systems it flicked the door switch The rusted iron garage door climbed slowly under the building's roof, raising as Slade settled into his Audi form ready to exit the work space. His lights and engines flaring into life, a voice from the radio carved its way across the room towards Nigel Banks. "Lead the way, sir."
Nigel was impressed seeing the transformation first hand. Once Mr Ravenscroft had completed his transformation Nigel came over and opened the driver door. He tossed inside a small disk which then projected a hologram.
The hologram was of a man in his thirties. It would not be particularly responsive, and upon close inspection would be revealed as a fake, but it would help Mr Ravenscroft stand out less while driving. "A hologram," Nigel explained, "so it looks like you have a driver." With that Nigel went and got into his car and headed off towards Mondragon Labs.
ooc - after this post do you want to move it to mondragon labs or do you have plans for the drive? jus pm me your plans and if we're going straight to mondragon labs give me a link to a post in mondragon. *eep!*
ic - Slade felt his door pulled open, and with a thud the cold disc settled on his drivers seat. He felt heat begin to emanate from the disc and heard it click into life. "A hologram, so it looks like you have a driver." A laugh erupted from the radio speakers, Slade was beginning to like this guy. He was looking forward to see the vehicles that he would have to be looking after! "Hell yes..." Slade thought to himself as he pulled out of the building behind Nigel Bank's car. If this guy was just the messenger, what was this mr Antonescu going to be like? Slade could only imagine...