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.
Another day, another meeting with another Kabal employee. Slate rubbed at a sore shoulder, lightly massaging a growing bruise. Yes, he could heal it. No, he was choosing not to.
When one's shoulder is nearly dislocated by a twenty year old member of the secretarial staff--a rather petit young woman with a boy's cut of blonde hair best described as "cute", in fact--one should keep the bruise. He suspected it would help him remember to return to the training rooms later today, rather than to paperwork. The secretaries had been gently telling him that they were quite well trained at handling the paperwork, and had done so quite well before his coup. He was beginning to suspect that his invitation to their weekly training meeting, and his subsequent humiliation at said training, had been intended to subtly drive that point home: he should concern himself less with mundane tasks, and more with becoming strong enough to truly be the leader his employees deserved. Noin Mortman would make an excellent chess player, he suspected.
As for the matter of training: he knew he needed to establish a training regimen for his powers. He could ruin a person's mind, but he could do nothing less subtle without their complete consent. It seemed as if some middle ground would be appropriate to find. Yet the fact that he was the only one in Mondragon Labs who could not physically defend himself... it irked him. It irked him like a cute blonde twenty-year-old secretary pinning him to the training mats in one well-practiced move.
...Slate took a deep breath, and redirected his mind away from the memory. He removed his hand from his shoulder, and used it to page one last time through the file in front of him. Hades. If the man had another name, Antonescu had never bothered to put it into print. Likewise, exactly what the man's powers were was unclear to him, as well as his role in the Kabal. Odd.
He would soon be able to receive clarification, however. A call had been sent out through Hades' communicator, telling him to report to the former War Room. It was time for the Kabal employee to meet his new employer. Whether he would still be employed after this meeting was another topic for discussion.
Whenever a knock sounded at the door, he would call for the man to enter. The Board Room was empty except for a long oaken table, a series of black leather chairs, and a brown-haired teenager who was not anything special, physically speaking.
Posted by dragonking on Jan 24, 2009 7:15:36 GMT -6
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Hades was relaxing in a hammock. Although he had a perfectly good room at MonD labs, he preferred, at time to stay at a variety of different places least he become soft and lower his guard due to the luxuries that his room afforded. He was this time dozing in the top far corner of an old factory building. Something in his pocket vibrated. Hades knew the vibration well.
Sighing, he pulled the offending object from his pocket. The battered looking phone was vibrating in a set sequence, a sequence that only meant one thing, work.
Hmmm, the word “Work” brought back memories, memories of long ago. He recalled how he had first been recruited by Hunter. Hunter trusted him. He recalled with a slight smile the missions with Nox, and Shogun, and so on. Hunter had been out of contact for a long time. This did not bother him. He had amused himself by taking a variety of missions over the world and getting contacts with the underworld and other places. Truth be told he was in fact resting after just finishing cultivating one such contact. Of course they never knew his real name, nobody did. He had only found it out not too long ago. He had a million names and just as many identities.
Silently he got up, and by hooking his feet into the recession in an “I” beam, he swiftly packed up his hammock and went on his way, reactivating the security alarms that he had disarmed upon entering. As soon has Hades had passed the gate he slipped into a public toilet and pulled off the factory overalls to reveal a simple dark suite white shirt and tie; the standard garb of millions of office workers around the city. His car too looked nondescript, except under the hood it was a Nissian Skyline.
The drive to MonDragon Labs was short and he knew the route like the back of his hand. Upon exiting his car, he made his way straight to the war room.
He was called to enter in response to his knock. As he entered his eyes scanned the room by instinct. in the time it took for him to enter and close the door he had already noted almost all there was to the room, the chairs, the table was the same, and then there was the brown haired teenager.
Form his previous experiences with hunter, Hades had learned that he often used unusual methods to do almost anything, thus he was not surprised. He walked over to the end of the table that was nearest the door, and stood. He was no bound by traditions and felt as comfortable standing as he did sitting.
He greeted the boy with a “Hello” and then waited for the response.
The man walked in, and stood at the end of the table closest to the door. Slate was at the far end; not at the head chair, but at one to its side. He nodded at the man's hello, and motioned to the chair across from him. He did not mind if the man stood. He had no wish to raise his voice in order to speak with the man, however.
"Please," he said simply, "make yourself comfortable. This conversation will either be very short, or very long."
The teenager closed the file in front of him. "To come to the point: I am the new leader of the Kabal. As such, you have the opportunity to forswear your allegiance to Hunter Antonescu and renew your contract under me. If you do not wish you do so, you may also leave the Kabal. You will be asked not to return to Mondragon Labs grounds and to keep our matters confidential, and, of course, you will no longer be on our payroll, but that is all."
"If you have any questions, you may ask them." The teenager blinked cold blue eyes at the older man. "If you are interested in my offer, I will also have some questions for you."
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Smoothly Hades slid into a chair. He was relaxed, but then he was always relaxed. Ones response time was always the best when one was relaxed.
“This is news indeed. Mr ……” “The question of whether the contract is renewed or not depends on whether the contract remains unaltered. Also as a side note, may I ask what happened to Mr Antonescue?”
Hades betrayed no emotion upon hearing that Hunter was no longer the leader. He could easily believe that Hunter had gone away on some errand and appointed a new leader, he could just as easily believe that someone had overpowered Hunter. Such things happen. Either way this person was not to be underestimated. And so he waited for the reply, his expression and his eyes unreadable.
The man showed no particular reaction to the information; that was good. So far, this meeting was going much as the other meetings had gone. And those had ended in Slade, Circe, and Roland all resigning with him.
>> “This is news indeed. Mr ……”
"Slate," the brown haired teenager supplied at that prompt.
>> “The question of whether the contract is renewed or not depends on whether the contract remains unaltered. Also as a side note, may I ask what happened to Mr Antonescue?”
Slate gave a small nod to the man now seated across from him. "Two very good questions. To answer the first: Antonescu has gone aboard. His lack of continued interest in his American assets left them unsecured. Therefore, I have secured them." In a word: coup.
"Your first question has a more complicated answer," he replied, reopening the file in front of him. "You must forgive me for my ignorance; the file my predecessor left on you was particularly incomplete. What were the terms of your former contract, if I may ask?"
To be entirely honest, Slate had not even been able to determine if the man had been formally brought into the Kabal, or merely employed in another capacity. Likewise, while there was a mission noted--an "Operation Skeletons of the Closet"--its goals and result had been omitted. An interesting video had come up as he tried to research the man's role, but it shed no particular light on the matter. All Slate really knew was that the man was a mutant, and mutants tended to be particularly useful.
Posted by dragonking on Jan 24, 2009 8:54:04 GMT -6
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To the information, Hades again, only nodded. His personality was that of the assassin, quick sharp and efficient. Again no emotion, in this personality he rarely showed emotion. Over the years to complete the tasks and jobs set him, he had learned to take on any personality, to mould his behaviour, habits and traits almost at will. Of course it took time, but with quite a few years of this under his belt, Hades had built up a suitable repertoire of them, and it was out of this repertoire that he had selected the assassin’s personality.
>> “Two very good questions. To answer the first: Antonescu has gone aboard. His lack of continued interest in his American assets left them unsecured. Therefore, I have secured them.”
“Ah, I see, how careless of him.” Hades paused and then asked. “How about Mr Antonescue’s assets in other countries? What has become of them?”
Hades was of course referring to some of the stashes of equipment that Hades knew that Hunter had in various other countries. He only knew a few of them due to the fact that he had used them during various missions or put some of the fruits of his research in them.
>>"You must forgive me for my ignorance; the file my predecessor left on you was particularly incomplete. What were the terms of your former contract, if I may ask?"
Hades allowed the corners of his mouth to twitch slightly at this. The relationship between him and Hunter had been unusual to say the least.
“Among the terms of contract, were; continued funding for possible research projects, a relatively high degree of freedom when not on a mission, and the guarantee of interesting and challenging missions in my area of expertise. The only other note was complete confidentiality of all information pertaining to myself, which I am happy to hear that he held to. I hope that answers you question.”
>> “Ah, I see, how careless of him. ...How about Mr Antonescue’s assets in other countries? What has become of them?”
There were many things that the man could have been referring to; that paperwork Slate had been sifting through despite the secretarial staff's assurances that they would alert him of anything interesting, had included such things as weapons stashes, other projects, antique collections, Tibetan missions, and Projects "Invierea" and "Paragon", among other things, and there was still quite a bit to go. He had largely left the video logs untouched thus far, though he was certain that there were many things the man did that had bypassed the paperwork.
His answer was an easy one, however, and rather an honest catch-all. "They appear likewise neglected," he stated levelly, "though I feel they will soon be given a proper steward." Even if he did not see an immediate use for them, there was no sense in leaving them lying around in case certain immortals wished to take them back again. Anything he discovered a trace of would either be claimed or annihilated. He was taking the man's capital city, as it were, and burning the empire. Those things of no interest would be eliminated.
He was still unclear on Hades' place in things. The man's answer did not help much. The corner's of Hades' mouth twitched as he replied; it was the first sign of emotion Slate had seen thus far.
>> “Among the terms of contract, were; continued funding for possible research projects, a relatively high degree of freedom when not on a mission, and the guarantee of interesting and challenging missions in my area of expertise. The only other note was complete confidentiality of all information pertaining to myself, which I am happy to hear that he held to. I hope that answers you question.”
Again, Slate nodded the barest fraction. It was not so much a sign of agreement to anything in particular as a sign that he had heard that man's words; he suspected that people appreciated such tells in behavior, and so he had been cultivating this one. "As for the research projects: as we already have a highly trained staff, I am not entirely certain that I would wish to employ you in that capacity; you make it sound as if you have considerable skills elsewhere. I have no desire to waste a tool doing something a hundred other tools already do." Additionally, he was as of yet unsure whether he would continue funding most of the Labs' projects. Antonescu had been overseeing some very strange things; things which he himself did not see a particular use for. While blast cannons and vampire armies could be one man's dream, Slate's... differed somewhat. To say the least.
He continued. "The freedom when not on missions is something I can assure." It was, in fact, something he extended to all Kabal employees. It had not occurred to him to do else wise. When he had no immediate use of a person, random wanderings in the field was the best route. As Calley had proven many times, this could lead to useful--though previously unforeseen--results. "Confidentiality is also guaranteed."
"As for missions," again, his gaze drifted down to the file before him. "I can indeed assure you that I will provide you with ones of interest and challenge. May I inquire as to the past missions you have run?" It was rather hard to match interests and challenge levels without knowing a bit of the man's prior history. It would be interesting to see what he mentioned. Slate did not have a complete file, but he did know some interesting tidbits.
Posted by dragonking on Jan 25, 2009 5:18:41 GMT -6
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>> “They appear likewise neglected, though I feel they will soon be given proper steward.”
“I see.” Evidently Hunter had, for various reasons left, and by the looks of things it would be a while before he came back, if he did ever.
“When I referred to research projects I did not mean for the Kabal. At times I do some research of my own, comparable to a past time of sorts. To day I currently do not have anything running, but the option is always open. No matter, if I do wish to carry out any such research I will make a formal request.”
Hades also nodded at Slate’s remarks on the freedom when not on a mission and the confidentiality. That was good. Then came the topic of missions...
“Well Mr Slate, if you can indeed guarantee all of the above, I am more than happy to continue my employment for the Kabal. However, I prefer to judge a man by his actions and not just by his words.”
In short, Hades was watching to see if this Mr Slate did really live up to his claims, and if he did not Hades would have not qualms terminating his contract.
When Slate asked about previous missions, Hades allowed a small smile. “As my new employer, naturally you are entitled to inquire about previous missions that I have run.”
>> “And what, may I ask is your area of expertise?” At this, Hades raised and eyebrow slightly. He exhaled and sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers as he thought about how to answer that question. After a few seconds, Hades spoke
“Mr Slate, I… am a weapon. A living human weapon. I am proficient in the extraction and collection of items or information, elimination on all scales, and many other areas. My ability are many and are varied. But shall we start with what you do know? Or would you prefer to try and compile a list of what I deem are my areas of expertise?”
Hades deliberately left out a few things there, for one the rather important fact that he was not in fact, strictly speaking a mutant, or of his age. No matter, he would await Mr Slate’s response
>> “Well Mr Slate, if you can indeed guarantee all of the above, I am more than happy to continue my employment for the Kabal. However, I prefer to judge a man by his actions and not just by his words.”
A meaningless statement if ever there was one, but one to which Slate gave a small and amiable nod. His actions would indeed speak for themselves, just as his words did. The two were aligned, after all. It was an inconvenient clause for the man to insert into their conversation, however, as if he was casting suspicion upon Slate's sincerity, and allowing an easy out should he wish to leave at a later date. Slate had no problems with the man leaving. He simply preferred that the man suited his own actions with his words: if he wanted to leave a clause open by which he could leave, then he should simply state so. Only one of them was bordering upon verbal evasion, here, and it was not the Kabal's young leader.
>> “As my new employer, naturally you are entitled to inquire about previous missions that I have run.”
Ah. The verbal evasion continued, and escalated. There were only a few types of men who would reply to the question 'May I inquire as to the past missions you have run?' in its most literal sense. Slate had never sensed a particular maturity or professionalism from them; only an ego, and the desire to establish their own wit. Slate's baby blue eyes remained level in their chill as he looked across the table to the former Antonescu employee. He tried not to interpret the quip as a sign of the man's respect for him. It did lodge in his mind for future remembrance, however. First impressions were very hard to overwrite. So far, Slade was his most trusted employee, Roland the one most tested for reliability, Circe the closest to a raw gem sparkling even without refinement, and Hades... He would not place a label on Hades until this meeting concluded. Perhaps the man would yet redeem himself, in word or action.
In any case, Slate blunted himself down to what he hoped was the man's level. "Tell me about your previous missions, Mr. Hades. I would like dates, objectives, partners--if any, and outcomes."
The man took a long time to think of how to reply to what his talents were, as if he had too many to list. The pause, and the slightly theatric steepling of his fingers, did not particularly impress the tousled-hair teenager. He gave an impassive blink as he waited for the actual reply to come.
>> “Mr Slate, I… am a weapon. A living human weapon. I am proficient in the extraction and collection of items or information, elimination on all scales, and many other areas. My ability are many and are varied. But shall we start with what you do know? Or would you prefer to try and compile a list of what I deem are my areas of expertise?”
The man seemed to place equal claim to both subtle and unsubtle mission skills. Slate believed the latter somewhat more than the former. Again, the reply hinted at an egotistical personality which found itself a wit, and failed simultaneously to give any concrete information or evidence to back said information up.
Subtleties really did seem to fail. Again, Slate blunted his words.
"Tell me about your experience and rank with the 'Elite Assassins Guild'," Slate asked, "and why you would announce your membership in their ranks to a man in an alleyway who had taped an 'Assassin for Hire' sign onto the brickwork on a piece of crumpled paper? Is this an accurate representation of proficiency I might expect if I send you into delicate situations?" Technically, the man had not announced his membership--he had merely thrown a talking shiriken at the other 'Professional Assassin's' poster. The shiriken had done the announcing for him, as he continued to walk down the street in an entirely witty disguise that had not masked his scent.
The only people who had been in that alleyway, as far as Hades could know, were the Assassin for Hire himself and a white-haired girl far up on a fire escape--if Hades had even noticed her; he had given no sign of even thinking to look up. The ease at which the scrawny teenager pulled this exact information from the air should provoke an interesting reaction. He would be watching to see what it was. It was not a problem if the man was more suited for demolition missions; some people were lock picks, and some were land mines. Both were equally useful tools in their proper habitats. He would like to give the man a chance to change Slate's opinion on the alleyway incident, however. Suffice it to say that his opinion of the Elite Assassins Guild had suffered that day.
The politeness and respect which Slate had shown his other employees had failed to gain productive results from this man. He would try a different tactic: cutting to the chase with a hammer, rather than a knife.