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.
The general already had his hand up to his mouth, holding a walkie. "Neutralize Cassiel."
In the hellicopter, another soldier stepped into the doorway, holding a basketball-sized object. At the general's order, he pressed a button. The result was immediate.
Mike fell to the ground, screaming and clutching his head.
"It's a neural scrambler," the general stated, sneering at the young mutant. "It reacts to any psychic activity and reflects it back on itself. I'm sure it's very, very painful, particularly for someone as powered up as you are."
Looking at Daria and Allen coldly, he pointed a gun at Mike. "I'd stay right there if I were you."
The cheetah that Allen had formed into reacted with extreme agility. With even more speed, he ran, taking one minor jump foreward, landing on his front paws and then allowing his back ones to come forward, almost in the same spot, and jumped at the general with his front legs outstretched, aiming to pin him to the ground with his paws at his shoulders, legs and weight going for everything else.
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 22, 2006 22:08:36 GMT -6
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Daria screamed in unison with Mike, her eyes glazing over. This was anger at its worst for her. She made a sound that crossed a hiss and a growl. All she could keep from doing was foaming at the mouth.
She darted along with Allen, upset the kid had not gone in with the others but had too much to focus on. The General cocked the gun and the click was loud in Daria's ears.
"Thought I told you to stay put?" he repeated. And she saw his finger move. It was as if it were in slow motion almost. Daria could see the bullet as it moved at mach speed. It was aimed for Mike's spine-it could paralyze him...Mike...paralyze..pain...hurt..permanent.
Dara landed heavily, her eyes on the bullet as it flew. Suddenly, her powers acitvated and the bullet dematerialized reappearing in front of another soldier and shooting him in the head.
The general's eyes widened.
Daria herself was surprised but still too pissed to care.
The general glared angrily at Daria, his gun still held tightly in his hand. "And if you kill me, what do you think will happen to your little friends brain when my man turns the scrambler's power up? Back down, little girl, before something happens you'll regret. This will all be over much more easily if we stop." He smirked, "My stealth man has already made it to our target while we've been playing, we'll just wait for him to get back with your little prisoner."
(Okay, guess I missed...) The cheetah landed on the ground on the other side of the general and swiftly turned around with a fierce growl. Pacing back and forth on all fours, the cheetah glared at the general with hate filled eyes.
"No need, little girl. We have what we need. Hello, Eliza," General Whitmore said as his man led Eliza from the front door of the mansion.
"Now we just need to deal with evening the score. How's Ramirez?"
"Dead, sir."
"Pity. Both of them, then."
The man standing in the door to the helicpoter rushed to put away the scrambler, ducking back inside. Without warning, then, one of the soldiers opened fire. Three bullets thudded into Mike's stomach with a sickening sound, and one more caught his grandfather.
The clicking of the guns and banging of the shots flew through Allen's mind, bringing back the horrid memories. He remembered seeing a man give orders and the others following with weapons just like these. Maybe he couldn't prevent the result then, but he was certainly going to try to prevent this one.
The cheetah quickly pounced into the air at the general again, this time aiming to kill. He flew through the air with his arms out streched, aiming for the generals soldier's and mid-'flight' he swiped his hand out at his face, hoping to get in a good bit of damage before landing so he could chew off the generals face with ease.
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 22, 2006 22:43:35 GMT -6
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"NO" Daria screamed as the sounds of the shots reverberated in her ears. The sight of blood on the green grass made her want to vomit as the smell of something burning and flesh filled her sensitve nostrils. She dodged forward and more soldiers attempted to block her path.
She hissed-it was 'everything goes' now. She lashed out with her claws-something she rarely did in battle-and swiped them through the protective armour of the soldier's uniform. Blood gushed from his throat. She tossed his limp body into another soldier sending them flying. She rushed to Mike's side tears in her eyes. "
"Mike...Mr, Asters?" She looked at their limp bodies. Still the soldiers were intent on taking her back. What did they want with her?
She stood over Mike's body and teleported behind an approaching soldier, lashing out at his weapon wieilding arm. The flesh was ripped off easily and he screamed blacking outin the process. The blood lust was over whelming her senses and she almost felt like devouring the man right there. She shook her head and telepoted back to the bodies. There were things bigger than the General right now. She placed a hand on Mr. Asters and one on Mike teleporting them to the infirmary.*exit*
Eliza smirked, having gotten to kick Cass a few times in the face while Daria was dusy with the soliders. Eliza then put her throwing knives back into her pant leg pocket, as she though about the best time to make her escape. She noticed the general being attacked by a Cheetah, but did not feel the need to waste a knife to safe him, seeing as he had shot her once before.
THe general didn't need saving, though. With the reflexes of a soldier who had managed to keep himself alive for years, he managed to press a tazer against the chest of the cheetah. With a shriek, the cat fell away, dazed, though not seriously hurt.
"Don't hurt that one," Whitmore ordered, pointing to the cheetah, "We aren't equipped to transport it, but it might be useful later." It wasn't until then that he noticed his ear was gone, along with all the injuries he'd suffered to the cheetah's claws.
Growling, he stomped back toward the chopper as his men picked up their dead companions and helped the wounded ones along. "Are you coming, or should I leave you to the tender mercies of these children?"
Eliza glanced over to the parachutes. She waited for a while, until they had cleared the mansion. She then took her jacket off, and tied it around her waist, revealing her red t-shirt, her sheath with her dagger in it, and the bullet wound in her left shoulder. " I remember when you gave this to me. " Eliza said, tapping her thigh. " I was not happy. " As she was tapping her thigh, she inched a throwing knife out of her pocket. " It messed up my left arm's mobility. " She stopped tapping her thigh. " Time to return the favor. " She said, unleashing the throwing knife at the General's leg. As the solider's were reacting to her actions, she jumped up, grabbing one of them around the neck with her thighs, and smashed him into the floor, crushing his skull. She then unleashed two more throwing knifes, one into the left eye of one of the solider's and another into the forehead of the last solider. She then walked over to the general, and pulled her knife out of his leg, and delivered a hard punch to the side of his face, turning his lights out. She walked over to the two dead solider's and took her knives out of their skulls, and put them back into her pocket. She grabbed a parachute, and put it on, as she flipped the general off, jumping out of the chopper.
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 23, 2006 9:46:13 GMT -6
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Daria returned to the front yard, her eyes blazing with emrald anger. The helicopter was gone, it was quickly becoming but a speck in the sky. Although it was no longer over the mansion, Daria figured she could still reach it...she had one shot.
Concentrating on the mental picture she had of the copter and the what she could still see of it she teleported.
It was the longest distance she had ever teleported and she was aware of the high altitude as being a danger. This awareness came like a rush of cold water, and cold air and broke her concentration.
She found her self on the skids of the copter. She grabbed hold of them as quickly as possible digging her claws into the thick metal. She swung herself ontop. Below the mansion was dissappearing and Daria immediatly regretted her decision. But she had no choice.
Daria was finally happy and she wasn't about to make the General get away with hurting the people who made it possible. The taste of blood awakened the predator in her once more and her eyes glazed over with animal fire. Using her claws she scaled the side of the copter and moved onto the roof, laying low to avoid the rotor blade. She moved to the front and jumped down infront of the window to startle the pilot.