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.
Slade rolled his eyes as she listed off the different foods she wanted, she hadn't lied about the fast metabolism. Even Goosh didn't eat that much and he was fat like a sow for the slaughter. She turned to him in what he supposed was a hopeful glance for even more food, it was certainly a mercy he'd been paid recently, not that he'd see much of it! Still, if he did this now he might make a friend out of Sara. It was worth the trouble.
"Sure the platter sounds awesome," Slade smiled. he sat at the table, if not a tad awkwardly! This table wasn't designed for a car and Slade ended up cramped in what he hoped to look like a normal sitting position... Slade bet he looked more like an overweight parrot on a very small perch. "Yet another difficulty of being half car huh?"
Slade thought he'd ask a bit about her, hell he'd mowed her down why not glean some information about her personality while apologising for it. "So, uh Sara, how did you come to live in the beautiful NYC?" He wasn't expecting an answer, partly because she didn't know him. Also partly because very soon she would be stuffing her face!
Posted by WereCat on Sept 12, 2008 13:30:13 GMT -6
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This was embarrassing but Sara was hungry. When ever someone was paying for her, she felt like that lost stray that people kept saying was so darn cute that they had to give her food. She was a stray in that sense of the word. No real home and things like that, but she was a stray who could kick butt. Nonetheless, the fact he was getting her food, did put him in the friend category. Even with the hit and not running.
"Sure the platter sounds awesome,"
The fleshy area of her nose darkened and she dropped her gaze. She’d find a way of getting him the money back she thought as she slid into the seat.
"Yet another difficulty of being half car huh?"
“Huhh?” Sara glanced up at the seen of a car, robot man, trying to fit into a booth. “Oh. I didn’t think of that. Ummm.” Sara started looking around the small room for a bigger table but there wasn’t really a bigger one. They were all the same size… A size perfect for her and not so perfect for him. Now they just needed the two humongous red men she knew and the scene of men trying to fit into tiny Chinese restraint booths would be complete… Wow.
"So, uh Sara, how did you come to live in the beautiful NYC?"
Sara shrugged. “I’ve done a lot of moving around. I started in Michigan and just sort of worked my way in this direction. I never really intended on coming to a certain place in general. It just sort of happened.” That and if you wanted to hide, sometimes it was easier to hide in a crowd, NYC was crowded and full of pockets to pick, and men that would hire a mutant thief.
Slade shifted slightly in a failing attempt to get more comfortable, he hadn't sat in a restaurant for a while. Slade sympathised with Sara's working her way in this direction, not that it was the same but after the development of his mutation he'd had to leave his home of Detroit. "Michigan, sounds a cool place. I come from Detroit, haven't gone back since I was 24 though. I suppose New York was the place for a guy with my skills..."
'Skills' being the ability to brawl and then drive away at top speeds for a secret mutant society... or simply complete objectives or repair/maintain vehicles. Slade sttopped thinking about work, he didn't have to go back till tomorrow and now he just wanted to relax. "So how long have you been here? I've been here about four years now." Slade glanced towards the kitchen, shouldn't the food be ready soon...
Posted by WereCat on Sept 13, 2008 19:33:35 GMT -6
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Sara's eye brow raised a he said where he was from. Wow. "You don't find too many michiganders here. I was 17 when I started traveling around." Looking for a place where she could acturally feed herself. She still left New York every now and then, and traveled back, but it wasn't often. Most cops weren't adept to seeing cats driving cars or riding motorcycles. At least a helmet looked better when riding a motorcycle rather then a person with a helmet, driving a car.
"I've been here a little longer than a year. Though I don't know if you can really cound that, because a number of the months, I was in the registration camps."
Her right hand, with the leather cuff that ran the length of her arm flexed. She still had the scar from the camps, but she covered the scar with the leather. It was one of only two scars she had, and she didn't plan on getting more. It wasn't that she didn't plan on getting hurt, it was that she didn't plan on allowing someone to give her another.
Slade sighed, the camps. Slade had heard so much about those terrible places, it had been why he'd hidden from the humans for so long. She must have gone through hell, it was bad enough being a mutant but from what he'd heard being a woman must have been unbearable. Put her obvious mutation on top of this and Slade was surprised, not to mention impressed, that she was still around today. He dropped his gaze, struggling to think of something to say, "Hell... I can't even begin to comprehend that experience. I managed to stay out of those things," Slade paused, he looked back at Sara. "The terrible things these humans do, it makes you wonder how we can call ourselves civilised and that..."
Slade had pondered on this endlessly during his solitude during the registration act. He still hadn't found an answer. He coughed nervously and thought of something to change the subject with, "So, uh, do you eat here often? You seemed to know that kid back there pretty good?"
Posted by WereCat on Sept 15, 2008 21:06:53 GMT -6
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"Hell... I can't even begin to comprehend that experience. I managed to stay out of those things,"
"Believe it or not, the camps aren't the worst place I've ever been." Sara said dropping her gaze and focusing on the table. The placement of the silverware had suddenly become very important to her. So she fiddled with the was the fork lay, over the napkin.
The camps were Hell, and Sara had known a Hell before that as well. Both had left her with a scar. Reminding her that even though she was a healer, her body would never be perfect. She wouldn't of lasted this second time if it wasn't for the fact, she felt she needed to stay for others. She could stand up, and her body could take several times the punishment others just couldn't. And yet the grave yard at the camps actually grew.
"The terrible things these humans do, it makes you wonder how we can call ourselves civilised and that..."
"Yeah"
"So, uh, do you eat here often? You seemed to know that kid back there pretty good?"
The corner of Sara's mouth tipped up into a small smile. She wasn't alone in the discomfort that the camps had brought. "Yeah. Since the delivery boy stopped freaking out when I shoved money in his face and grabbed the food, I've come here at least three times a week."
ooc - Hope its ok i bring the food in now? sorry it took a while to reply my internet it a tad sporadic over the next week or two.
ic - Slade sighed inwardly as she changed the topic. There was no better way to kill a good time than by having accidentally stumbled on someone else's worst memories... Slade tended to do that... He never meant to he just had a knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
Slade laughed loudly as she talked about her relations with the delivery boy, "Yeah I know that feeling, i try to get my fuel from the same station 'cause the guy's kind of got used to a car paying for it's own petrol! Most people I meet lose their minds when I transform, you coped very weel I have to say."
Slade grinned as he talked, it felt really good to be talking to someone who went through similar situations on a daily basis. As Slade finished the food began to arrive, there seemed to be quite a lot! "Wow, hope you're hungry Sara." Slade couldn't help but feel the slightest twinge of jealousy, he'd always loved chinese food...
Posted by WereCat on Sept 18, 2008 11:37:53 GMT -6
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(That’s fine. If you didn’t I was in this post.)
The food was coming down the hall and Sara sat there. Taking in the sent and enjoying the different aromas that mingled together in the air.
"Wow, hope you're hungry Sara."
“Are you kidding? I’m always hungry.” It was a side effect from her mutation. Though her body sped up when she was injured, it was also in a constant state of repair, reinforcement, and growth. She burned through collieries faster than a wild fire.
She immediately dug in. Taking up the chop stick and the shrimp platter. “You said you couldn’t have too much food. Can you have just a little?” Sara took one of the shrimp and began eating, as she looked up at him, immediately feeling bad for her show of gluttony here in front of someone who couldn’t enjoy the same thing. Did he miss it? Did he even know what he was missing?
ooc - i havent gone into much detail because im still working on the hybrid relationship between slade's organic and non-organic compounds so it sounds incredibly vague but once i have the description approved when we meet again i can go into further detail
ic - Slade lowered his eyes slightly, his brow furrowed if that was even noticeable anymore, and he thought carefully about what to say... He didn't in any way want her to feel guilty about eating in his presence, awkward situations were never what Slade wanted.
"Uh, well. I can eat a little, very little. If I eat too much it shuts down my systems." Slade thought hard, this was difficult to explain without entering hugely metaphysical regions that could baffle anyone at three sentences... "It's like, after my accident that uh... caused this. I became what I suppose must be a hybrid between myself and the car. I rely on fuel to function but in essence I guess I have a sort of stomach..." Slade was pretty sure by now she would have wished she hadn't asked!
"That is the stomach, I suppose, must be my fuel tank so it kind of has remnants of what was my stomach... Anyway long story short I can, uh, 'digest' the smallest amount of food or liquid but after that my engine conks out." Slade with difficulty smiled broadly and tried to move on from the internal paradoxes that was his organs. "Like I said though, smoking was harder to drop. To be honest I was never much of an eater" Slade hoped he was a good lier, because that was one of the biggest lies he had ever told! Who had ever met a 6'8" Detroiter who didn't eat!?
Posted by WereCat on Sept 19, 2008 18:04:13 GMT -6
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Sara sat there for a moment trying to decide how much of what he was saying to believe. Ok the hole bit about the stomach also being a fuel tank, made sense, It was odd but it made sense. Sara’s stomach could handle any food. Even if it was raw meat. The thing is cats were carnivores but she could also handle eating Broccoli and spinach. Things that would make other carnivores sick. It was the bit about smoking being harder to quit.
Her right ear flicked back. The problem with detecting lies on Slade was that his system was completely different. Anyone else generally had a tell. Their pulse and respiration would increase. Things that Sara could hear. And some people started sweating more. There wasn’t a man made lie detector anywhere that could detect an instant change in a man’s BO. “Well that’s good I suppose.” Sara thought with another ear twitch. She decided to be undecided as to how truthful that was.
Sara popped more shrimp in her mouth. Sara was definitely made more for eating.
Slade gulped inwardly, she was giving that shrewd female look that clearly contained reservations on what she was going to believe... He hoped she hadn't twigged. He tried to think of something to change the subject, what could shift the direction of conversation... It clicked suddenly, make her the subject of conversation! Slade mentally patted himself on the back, this had to work, hopefully. "So, er, what are your plans while your up here in New York? It's a big place is there anything big you want to do?"
Besides the obvious awkward areas of conversations Slade was actually enjoying himself. Ever since the registration act he had felt isolated, even when talking to Circe all those weeks ago. But here he was happily chatting with an extremely hungry cat. He sat back patiently and allowed her to delve into the feast laid infront of her. He wondered exactly what a human cat did for a profession... Maybe some sort of hunter? Surely not in New York... most probably something normal, not too out there. Keeping quiet as a mutant was usually clever and after what she must have gone through in ther camps Slade definitely wouldn't have blamed her! She definitely intrigued his curiosity, then again he was sure that she would intrigue lots of people...
Posted by WereCat on Sept 20, 2008 11:50:15 GMT -6
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What exactly was it Sara did? She thought about that as she chewed her shrimp. It was good that talking with ones mouth full was considered rude or she wouldn’t have time to think without either blurting something stupid out, or making an awkward silence.
The truth of what Sara did, wasn’t something she had ever been proud of. She was a thief. She picked pockets and stole stuff that could be pawned easily. The pawn shop she went to housed a mutant who owned it, luckily for her. Then there were the rare opportunities that she would get hired to retrieve something unlawfully. Moving to the city was a way of hiding in a crowd, while being able to pick from more pockets. She had more of a choice and more opportunity to take from those that wouldn’t be set back that far. Then again those categories weren’t wants. What was said was something she hadn’t really expected herself. It just came out.
“I just want to survive for now.” Sara said. Surviving could be a big thing. “The city makes it easier. Everything is in one place. Even if the odd looks have to be in the same vicinity.” She popped another shrimp in her mouth and half way done eating it, the table manners about talking with her mouth full were forgotten. “At the moment the biggest plans I have, other than surviving, are these hobbys of mine. I’m planning a large water color painting,” That Sara had no idea how she would ever move the picture around with her once it was finished. “And I’m beginning a crocheted blanket. Big plans huhh.”
Slade waited patiently as Sara delved into the several platters that was her meal, he was still impressed by the amount she could eat, especially considering she was in such good shape. Like she said her metabolism was huge and her appetite... Well it seemed 'huger'! She looked up from her food, Slade could see her nose twitching with the obvious anticipation of returning to the meal she was putting on hold in order to speak. She swallowed the remainder of her food, obviously due to the well known habit of finishing what one eats before speaking, although Slade had an inkling that this may also be Sara savouring her food. Slade did that when he was hungry, although in a rathermore unceremonious fashion than hers. His mother had always criticised him for "nosediving", but then again she had always criticised him...
Her plans seemed good enough to Slade, certainly more interesting than his. All he did was work, sleep and work [his job; tinkering with machines, being his hobby]. "Ah cool, so do you like looking at art too or is it more of a DIY hobby? It's kind of ironic my pet hobby is vehicles, not to mention its my profession." Slade knew he shouldn't step any further than that, any information that involved the Kabal had to be vague at best. Slade thought he'd better return to art, "So have you thought about what's going to be in your watercolour at all?"
Posted by WereCat on Sept 20, 2008 14:40:21 GMT -6
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"Ah cool, so do you like looking at art too or is it more of a DIY hobby? It's kind of ironic my pet hobby is vehicles, not to mention its my profession."
“Cars are always something that’s needed. No matter how low the economy gets someone will always need someone to work on a car, who knows what their doing. I could work on cars… but I don’t know what I’m doing there.” She set the rest of the shrimp aside and began mixing some of the sweet and sour sauce with her fried rice. “If someone would commission an obvious mutant for imagry of some kind, I’d make a living that way.”
"So have you thought about what's going to be in your watercolour at all?"
Sara had scooped a spoon full of rice in her mouth. So her first answer was a nod. “Hands and feet. It will be a surreal painting of hands and feet. You can tell a lot about someone, by just looking at those parts of them.” Something she realized in the camps.
Slade chuckled, he'd heard the notion that hands gave away a lot from somewhere but he had no idea from whom... "Not sure you could work out much from these hands," Slade raised his metallic hands, that as they furled to an open palm clicked and purred softly as metal ligaments slotted neatly into place. "Not anymore anyhow...
Slade shifted his focus away from his hands. He had never been particularly cultured, and while these sorts of things were interesting to him they completely blew over his head. He continued the topic nevertheless. "If you ever get that picture done you'll have to give me a shout, I don't know much about art but I like looking at pictures. I can barely draw a stick man well so if you can draw a... um, serile... that right? that type of painting then you've impressed me." He had no idea what 'serile' was, but he was sure that it looked great on canvas...