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.
Sara had just passed a tot’s window on her way from the roof of the building to the side walk, below. She looked up to see the big eyes of a 2 year old peaking down at her from over the sill. Shining through the heavy drops of rain.
“It rained a big cat Mamma.”
Sara side stepped around the corner of the brick wall as she saw Mamma’s hand reach out to close the window from the side of where the little girl could just barely look down.
“Yes honey. It’s raining hard isn’t it.”
Ok. So Sara’s stealth skills weren’t all that great. She had an excuse today. She was wet, and cold, and had to lug around at least 15 pounds of extra weight because that was probably what water managed to soak into her cloths and through her fur. Sara normally didn’t mind the rain. She enjoyed it, but this rain had gone on for days. The city didn’t provide her with a lot of places she could get dry, so her skin had felt wet and slimy under the fur. Rain brought a relief to crops, outside New York. Other places where Sara found things to eat, but it wasn’t that pleasant when it came and didn’t rest.
Not really caring if she was seen any more, Sara stopped under the awning of a shop to squeeze the water out of her hair and shirt.
Posted by dragonking1 on Aug 22, 2008 12:21:40 GMT -6
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Dragon King was restless about the labs, and since one of his cars had finally be shipped over he decided to take it for a spin, it was a Dodge Charger SRT8, it was one of his American muscle drifting cars it had decal and his crew’s design on it so he first took it to the Lab’s show where they used magnets and other gadgetry to affix a new temporary detachable paint job on it. It now looked mat blue with a black bonnet.
As he drove through the town it was all he could do to stop himself revving it up and giving it a drift or two, the fact that it had started to rain heavily did not help matters, especially as the rain was getting heavy and the streets and sidewalks were almost deserted. Just as he was about to throw caution to the wind and take her for a spin, he noticed a rain soaked figure trying in vain to get dry. As his car drew closer it was apparent that she was a girl. That was all he needed to know he swiftly brought the car to a stop near her, being careful not to splash up water from the curb. He rolled down the window.
“Excuse me miss, can I offer you a ride home? Hop in”
As the water logged figure reached the passenger door, Dragon King remarked, “there is a dry towel and a blanket in the back seat if you need them, getting soaked in weather like this, one could easily get sick.” Speaking of which he turned the heating on the car up a notch so that the air was comfortable warm in the car. Then he waited for his passenger to get comfortable. He noticed the fur but decided not to comment.
He still had not gotten a good look at his passenger for there was still a hood obscuring it. he waited for her to get settled in and then entended his and. “Hello I am Dragon King, call me DK.”
(I'll controle Sara. But cool post. Oh and appologies for the wait.)
Sara blinked for a moment as the car pulled up. Normal instincts told her to turn tail and start going the other way. People who wanted to catch her, would drive a car that nice. So she took a moment to tug her hood ever the rest of her feline featured face. That voice in the car sounded familiar, so he had her curriosity. At the pasenger side door, she paused long enough to take in the sent, but not quite remembering who it came from.
With her head bowd so that the hood didn't lift off of her face, and her visual focus could be on her hands, she made herself comfertable in the seat. Pulled the towel from the back seat, and began smoothing it down her arms, and the wet leather pants. Stupid wet leather. When they were dry they'd either fit like a dream, or they'll shrink. More likely they would shrink.
"you're a brave one, picking up people in this weather."
He introduced himself and again, she fealt like she had run into him before. Where had she heard that name... "Sara." She said as a reply. "Though I go by a few other names. WereCat if you prefer code names."
Posted by dragonking1 on Aug 24, 2008 21:36:29 GMT -6
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DK watched with his enhanced eyes, yes she was the one that he had seen in the Raid and later on in MonDragon Labs. Seeing his guest was settled in the seat and beginning to dry herself off he put the car in gear and smoothly began cruising the streets as the rain beat ceaselessly against the car.
"you're a brave one, picking up people in this weather."
“Not really, not when you have met them before. I saw you in the Camp Raid and later on at MonDragon Labs. So what brings you to be out in the pouring rain like this Sara? And while we are talking is there anywhere you want me to take you right now? If not I feel like a drive around.”
Oh right. Sara thought to herself as the car started to go forward. “You worked in the camp GYM.” She said as she remembered. It seemed that she was running into a lot of people from the camps. Her shoulders relaxed, and se pulled the hood to her coat back, so that she could relax and work on toweling her face and her hair. Roughing up her own fur the smoothing it back down.
“I was getting something to eat.” Sara explained, she pulled her backpack up onto her lap with her groceries that included a sack of charcoal, and some barbeque supplies. No plastic shopping bag though. And no receipt. It had taken her a while to sneak around then to get out of the back door of the store. Don’t worry though. Sara left cash, that she had pick pocketed, stuck in the frame of the back door. If the store didn’t take are of it’s profits properly, that wasn’t her fault. Sara was a thief, but at least she was a honest thief when it came to food.
“There’s an empty building I’ve been sitting the storm out in on 8th and Kilgore Rd. (Don’t know if those streets are really in NY) If you feel like driving, I was headed over there.”
Posted by dragonking1 on Aug 27, 2008 21:51:12 GMT -6
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“Sorry to correct you my dear but I was never in the Gym, the only time I was at the camps was in the raid helping people break out of the camps.”
DK out the car in gear and they moved off through the rain, which had lessened to allow a slightly better visibility. Through his peripheral vision he could see that Sara had relaxed a bit more, that was a good thing.
“Empty building huh? Ok, is that where you are staying?” DK asked noticing the charcoal.
“Sure I’ll take you there.”
“So what have you been up to since the camps?” DK did not really like mentioning the camps as the name tended to cause discomfort in those who had been there, but opps, he had said it now.
(I could have sworn he was. I just checked the name. lol. Sorry. Remembered your account being there but different name. Working out Frustrations )
“Hmmm.. I’m sorry. I must be confusing you with someone else.” Sara tried to remember back. Truth was that she had purposely told herself to forget about some of the details in the camps. Not the hole camps but some details. Her right ear twitched with that thought. It was possible that she had gotten mixed up.
“Well, I suppose the building isn’t really empty when I’m there.” Sara replied with a small smile. “It’s is where I’ve been staying this past week. It’s not like I really can rent an apartment.” Apartments required money. While Sara received plenty of money from odd jobs and mostly thief work, who would rent anything to her? Besides. Not having a home allowed her to move around as much as she wanted. That empty building was only one place that Sara used to find shelter. There were others around the city. Her constantly moving made it hard for people who would bother her, to bother her, because by the time they realized where she was, she was moving on.
“I’m been holding my own since the camps.” It wasn’t really like Sara could say she had recovered. She didn’t have wounds when they got to the labs because she had already healed. The physical scar she received from the camps would always be there as a reminder. Same as a set of burned in numbers that lay under her coat, on the back of her right shoulder blade. “I was able to get a few odd jobs” Odd jobs including but not limited to petty theft. Nothing Sara was too proud of, and nothing she could see a way out of.
Posted by dragonking1 on Sept 2, 2008 4:41:37 GMT -6
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DK drove smoothly through the rain, nodded at the reply. “You sure you don’t want a better place to stay? There are places where we mutants can go you know, places that don’t charge rent.”
DK had learnt this from Hades while they were at MonDragon Labs, DK had learnt a lot of things, but he had also sworn secrecy to some of them.
“Ill bet you have been holding your own, you are more than capable of that young lady.” DK smiled warmly, he knew that Sara could take care of herself very well and admired her strength courage and determination.
Soon they neared the place. DK stopped outside. “So, need me to help you with the groceries?”
Sara sighed at the suggestion about a place to live. “I suppose it would make things easier. I just know that those places have different belief sets that come with staying there. I know what I want to believe, I know what each place believes, but I don’t know what, exactly, I believe yet… If that makes sense. I want respect, like the Order, but I like to think that I’m not a killer. I want Peace, like the x-freaks, but I don’t see the same peaceful practice working to achieve it. You see, I’m always half in half out half way confused.”
“Ill bet you have been holding your own, you are more than capable of that young lady.”
The fleshy area of Sara’s nose darkened. Thanks to the fur, that was the only place you could see her blush. Mostly for the young lady comment. No one ever called her that. “I try. I kind of had to learn the hard way.”
Sara stirred in her seat as she watched the building become closer. It was a ware house. The windows on the bottom floor had been boarded up, and the buildings were made of brick. What little grace, managed to poke up between the gaps in the cement was long, and the small parking lot was empty. Probably had been empty for a long time.
“So, need me to help you with the groceries?”
“If you want.” Sara was folding the towel that he had handed her, in her lap. She wasn’t really use to people acting nice. It made her nose darken. “You could probably drive into the building. The place is big enough.” Sara wasn’t kidding on that. You could probably fir five houses on the inside of the building, Sara had instructed DK to drive to, alone.
Posted by dragonking1 on Sept 3, 2008 2:24:27 GMT -6
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DK followed Sara’s instructions and drove into the building. Smoothly turning the car round and backing it into the cavernous space.
“I get what you say about the X-men and the Order. I too dislike killings unless for a very good reason. But still I have a good friend there and so I joined, but what about the Kabal? Hunter’s group I mean. I don’t know too much about them but you could consider them! And as for not always using the peaceful way to achieve peace I agree with that way of thinking, sometimes one does need to use a bit of force to bring things to a peaceful conclusion.”
DK only slightly noticed the well hidden blush but dismissed it was being the trick of the light.
“I try. I kind of had to learn the hard way.”
DK chuckled, “You’re not the only one who has had to learn things the hard way, I have a pretty thick head too some times!”
DK stopped the car and got out. The room was kind of dark so he left the car lights on. He popped the boot as he exited the car, walked round to hold the door open for Sara. It was an old habit of his, he was slightly old fashioned that way.
After helping her from the car DK proceeded to the boot. He rounded the side of the car after a few minutes, arms full of groceries. “So where do you want them.” Though the load was rather heavy, or would have been to a typical human, it felt light to DK and his voice showed no strain, nor did his muscles need to strain in the least.
“I could consider the Kabal. The problem is that I know nothing of the place other than the fact that they seem to demand power. At least from what I could see during my short stay there. I have allies in both, the Order, and the X-Men, thanks to the camps.” She shrugged and pulled her bag onto her lap, making sure that she had her things. “I’ll figure out where to go eventually.”
“You’re not the only one who has had to learn things the hard way, I have a pretty thick head too some times!”
Sara smirked. “Guess it’s part of the requirements of either being a mutant or being around mutants.”
The car came to a stop, and Sara had to blink past because of the lights from the car. Cat eyes never really needed the light so it kind of through her for a moment. Making her eyes have to adjust to both the lights and the darks. It just took the time for DK to get around the car to open her door. “Thanks.”
The building was large, empty, but clean. With the exception of dust and cobwebs that stuck to the higher windows. On one side of the wall, there was a generator, hooked up to a refrigerator. Both were things people had left before Sara had taken to her temporary residence. Next to that was a small charcoal grill, and a duffle bag that had to be four feet long, with the heavy duty, shoulder, strap.
“So where do you want them.”
“Over by the refrigerator is fine.” Sara instructed. Motioning towards where it was.
Sara spread the wet towel, that he had handed her, out to dry. Then proceeded to check her back pack. The thing was also soaked, including her sais. “figures.”
While DK carried the groceries over, Sara set the sais out on a counter connected to the wall, and worked to dry them off. Without thinking, she removed her long, very wet, coat, and hung it on an old hook. Peaking out from under her tank top, was a number branded into the back of her shoulder blade. 0623
Posted by dragonking1 on Sept 5, 2008 21:01:08 GMT -6
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“I have no doubt that you will figure out where to go. (he added an old man’s accent for theatrical effect) my child” (he said jokingly) and smiled warmly.
DK soon realised that Sara was not used to the bright light so he dimmed the car lights. His gaze travelled over the warehouse.
“Don’t you ever get lonely here? Hey nice Sai’s, I take it you do martial arts as well.”
DK paused as his superhuman eyesight caught the branding on Sara’s shoulder blade. He was silent for a minute.
When he spoke again, it was with a more sober voice. “I see we are more alike than I first thought. Sara, I could not help but notice that you have the number 0623 branded on your shoulder blade.”
He moved to face her and lifted her head up to look him in the eye, and then in a quite, intense slightly bitter voice through half clenched teeth, he said “I also have a branding.” While he was speaking he brought up his muscles right forearm, with the first two figures of his left had he made a pronged fork and stabbed at his right wrist.
Immediately on contact the tattoo of intertwining dragons on his right wrist dissolved and reformed to show the number 67 in blood red on his wrist.
DK stepped back and was silent, his eyes distant. His massive strong and toned muscles clenched and unclenched unconsciously as he relived memories.
“I have no doubt that you will figure out where to go. my child”
The funny voice brought a smile to Sara’s face. Letting the corners of her mouth tilt up towards her cheeks.
“Don’t you ever get lonely here? Hey nice Sai’s, I take it you do martial arts as well.”
While her companion became Silent, Sara talked, Not thinking anything of the pause yet. “I’m not here all of the time.” Sara said with a shrug. She had a cloth in one hand, and a sai in the other, working to dry the precious metal. “I practice some martial arts but, again, it is something I taught myself. Based on what move I’ve seen work in the past.” Most moves having been techniques that were used against her. She liked the sais. They allowed her to defend herself well enough to get close with her claws… If she needed her claws. The first sai was set down and the second one was held up for it’s turn of attention.
“I see we are more alike than I first thought. Sara, I could not help but notice that you have the number 0623 branded on your shoulder blade.”
Her ears flicked back, and the smile melted away. The sai in her hand was just held rather than dried. Her lower lip was tugged between her teeth not sure what to think of the comment. When he moved to lift her head, she didn’t fight it, and she looked up, back into his eyes.
“I also have a branding.”
Her right ear twitched. She watched in silence as her focus was brought to the tattoo on DK’s wrist, and he revealed where his brand was. He fell silent, and Sara stood there. The sai forgotten in her hands. She studied DK for a few seconds before her gaze dropped.
“I forget I have it sometimes. I received my brand when I was young. They wanted me to have a brand as a code number but that changed into a bet as to weather my flesh would hold the mark. It turns out it takes two weeks and over 57 tries before scars begin to stick to me.”
Posted by dragonking1 on Sept 8, 2008 0:17:25 GMT -6
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“Yeah I do martial arts as well, have been almost all my life truth be told. Hey if you want we could practice some time!”
“I received my brand when I was of age, in my case it was a method of identifying me, if I had not remembered my name that I had from birth I would have no name at all, just a number.”
He sighed, chose the least dusty looking bench and sat down on it, nodding his head to the space next to him, inviting the still slightly frozen Sara to come and sit by him. DK paused for a minute, then said “57 time huh? Sorry to hear that, it must have been painful, for me my brand was put there when I was (pause and gestures as DK fought to find the right word to express his emotions) altered otherwise there was no way that any branding would stay on me.”
She nodded at the idea of the practicing the marshal arts. Normally being so much of a loner, one never really learned without having another to test themselves with. The other information was just so solemn. Sara nodded, and came to sit next to DK. She slouched with her elbows on her knees, listening.
“57 time huh? Sorry to hear that, it must have been painful, for me my brand was put there when I was altered otherwise there was no way that any branding would stay on me.”
She shrugged. “I’m a healer. I can take things like that.” Sara guessed she could anyways. She always would rather see herself get hurt than those she had gotten close to. Because the pain was shorter lived. “Altered?” She lifted her head and tilted it in his direction. “How so?.. If you don’t mind me being nosy.”