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.
Posted by mettaliar on May 11, 2009 21:28:28 GMT -6
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Mettaliar watched as she flew back from the hit and knock down some of the crates behind her. He stood back up and watched as she began to formulate a plan. She morphed the weapon back into her aura and kept still, only moving when she untied her ribbon and let her hair down. He moved around and tried to cut her off from the door. The last thing he wanted was for her to escape. He had no idea what would happen if she did. He didn't want to find out through experience. He kept his eyes on hers, who were as green as his, maybe even greener. She began to speak to him again. She was deffinatly trying to psyche him out with words. His mind knew this and tried to block it out, yet he felt compelled to answer.
"Girls? Not really. Female mutants who commit cold-blooded murder for fun? I'll give it a shot." He smiled as he did so to give the impression that he didn't care. He noticed that she wasn't moving for an attack. She was playing defense. He knew this would be just a staring contest if he stood there as well. He would need to attack fast and hard so to not give the opportunity to counter. He planned his next move and bent his knees slightly, taking a deep breath in order to exhale as he attacked. "Let's see how well your shield holds up.
Quickly he formed a knife in his hand and threw it at her. As his motion was completed he moved forward with his staff. He waited for the knife to hit or miss than stabbed his staff forward. As he finished he would pull the staff back and strafe forward two steps and stabbed again. He did this three times as to try and push her back. He than finished with a large swing from above. If the shield fell a little bit he hoped to land a nice hit in to maybe knock her out. All he hoped for her was that the shield didn't fall BEFORE the third hit. If it did, it was very possible he could stab her. That were not his intentions. Please be stronger than that. I don't want to kill you.
"I see so it's ok to pick a fight with a mutant for killing a human, but the human who kills mutants os ok? That's some intresting logic" she said witha shrug. SOme people were like that she guesses though she could not understand why some Mutants chose to oppose the intrests of their own species. One day they would understand that people like her had done the correct thing in safe gurding their brothers and sisters.
Knocking aside the dagger with a sweep of her blade, the stabbing motion and advances had the desired effect of making her back up, but also gave her the idea something was likely coming the second blow struck her shield on her stomach forcing her back again as the staff tip sunk slightly into her shield, though not breaking it the sheild was beginning to weaken more now then it had been. She was curious why she seemed unable to land a blow on this one, despite her considerable experience in combat, still frustratiuon could wiat until later, The Swing from above was the opportunity she was waiting for though, rushing forward she brought her hand up, with a blade at it's edge to deflect and hopefully bread the staff, even as she did this, she attempted to kick at his stomach just as a blade began to from at the end of it. She was going to try and end this quickly.
It was clear he was quite experinced at combat and that alone made thinsg quite enjoyable, she wonderd what he would do, if he did win. He could not be so stupid as to figure anything short of death would halt her plans for vengence. She could not betray her own kind to such a segree as she felt this one had. Death was a much better alternative, atleast in her veiw. Still she had no plans to kill the man if she won, nor did she figure t would teach him anything, as she beleived he had already chosen his path, which sadly as to harm his race.
Posted by mettaliar on May 12, 2009 13:06:53 GMT -6
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Mettaliar noticed the stabbing motion on the third hit slightly sink into her shield. It was what he wanted to see. Her shield had weakness. He knew that to make the fight last he had to keep on the offense or at least not make a mistake and leave himself open to a multitude of attacks. He ignored her words again, focusing on the movement of his attack. He would debate her if wanted, yet it seemed she enjoyed the fight too much for him to consider stopping. Her words were a distraction. Nothing more. He would need to keep this groove in order to win.
On his staff's way down for a strike, he noticed her hand go up to deflect. She got lucky, as her hand hit the right part of the staff to break the metal tip off. He gasped in horror as the tip flew down and his staff broke away. He wouldn't have guessed it happening so soon. It deffinatly shocked him, but not as much as the sudden kick the blade at the end heading for his stomach. He instinctively jumped back to avoid the hit, yet lost his footing. The ground was becoming very wet from the sprinkler and made his feet fly back from under him. On his way down he saw her leg nearly under him. He moved his head but was not quick to avoid it completely. The edge of his ear slide against the tip of the blade, cutting it. This girl was the first to draw pain.
He hit the ground and quickly moved to avoid another attack. He spun his staff so the other tip point at her. With that he rolled back and sprang up to his feet and kept to a kneeling position. He refused his instinct to check to see if blood was coming from the ear. He knew it was, and it didn't matter. He stood up and quickly formed a new tip at the bottom of the staff again. He was lucky to have this mutation, since his main weapon was considerably invincible. He got into a ready position and decided to try at his own tactic.
"I think whats worse are mutants who kill their own. Unlike whatever your experience with being tested was, mine was from mutants themselves testing for new ways to destroy. Mutants like you don't care about mutant rights you just wish to have power to yourself." He stared directly into her eyes, hoping her ears would open up. While doubtful, he hoped to at least change her perception on her actions. That's all he could hope for.
"You show ignorance of your target's you prolbely even believe i'm trying to kill you. I wish for no power, after all i am a weapon, not a wielder. I Enjoy fighting other mutants, but killing another mutant even one as foolish as yourself, has never been the goal. I am not murderer after all, when a lion eats a human they kill the lion to prevent it from happening again. When a Human kills Mutants i do the same. I grew up dodging automatic weapon fire and mortar shells in the woods of Canada from animals such as the one i put down today, i watched as his men gunned down those i cared for, simply to exparament on a mutant, mt friends died because that man tortured a member of my team to her breaking point. Have you ever seen what a mortar landing on someones stomach does to their body?" She said allowing him to get up, without any indication she would strike. She would be lieing to say she did not consider it though. "If venegence for those i cared for and loved means i only care for my own power then so be it" she said continuing on, futilely wiping away the water from her forehead.
"You are right though, A Mutant should never try and purposely kill another Mutant. I Enjoy fighting mutants simply because they pose a challenge, nothing more" she stared back, unwavering, still wearing a smile on her face. Attacking his weapons was pointless and she knew full well she was loseing this fight. He had more endurance then her, and her Shield would only hold up for the next few series of attacks she believed. "Lighting that fire may have been a poor idea" she said almost to herself, before taking a few steps back. She formed a hammer around her hand, in the next few series of attacks they would have a winner, and if she won, she did not want it to be on his corpse.
"Im interested to see a winner in this, my friend" she said as she moved forward again, this time leading with the hammer, she was aiming for his head with her punch, she wanted to knock him out and she figured he would dodge in some way. She was aware her attack left her vulnerable, but at this point anything she tried would have much the same effect, she thought, forming another weapon as she had just done, could prove more harmful to her then she wanted. She hoped win or lsoe he would understand her way of thinking, her way of trying to help her people from what she saw as an attack by animals, predators much like the lions she had mentioned.
Posted by mettaliar on May 12, 2009 14:10:01 GMT -6
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"We are all homo-sapiens. What ever happened to your loved ones is atrocious and they do deserve justice. But what you did was not justice. Killing some to claim vengeance only leaves more of your friends in harms way. Destroying mankind only leaves us worse than them. Do I know full well of how non-mutants act? Absolutely. I even know how close a 'family' can be. My father was very well like the man you killed today." While he figured she was allowing rest, he quickly put the staff underneath his arm and took out a hair clip. He pulled his bang back and tied it back. His scar was revealed. He would let her see that she was not alone in the pain she felt. He got his staff back into position and sighed.
"I got this scar from a non-mutant who attempted to murder me for being a mutant. That man was my father. I know well the hatred for mutants that exist. There is no avoiding it. Yet, I still have the mental scars of being experimented by mutants. Neither they nor my father are different. One just did it for power, the other out of pure hatred. Their actions showed me why radicalism is not the way. It only set me at the same level as him." He got ready again as she formed a hammer and got herself ready to charge. Her words put a smile on his face as he realized that she was not out for his soul, just for fun.
"We shall see a winner most deffinatly. You have been an interesting fight so far." He bent down and got into position. Her charge was fast as the hammer went straight for him. He quickly moved his staff up and deflect her arm away. It barely glanced his shoulder and left a bit of pain. He had felt worse and went through with his counter. Her ducked low and swung the back end of his staff forward and tried to connect a shot with her stomach again. After the move was complete he would use the momentum of the staff going around the try and flip around and hit her in the back of the head with the staff. He had hoped the aura went away before than so he could end this quickly.
Her Momentum carried her and so she was unable to respond to the counter attack, it was stopped in part as she felt the impact of the staff against her Aura, she started to turn, so instead the man clocked her in the side of the head and as he did, she watched her Aura hammer flow back into the main body of her thinning Aura. Aura knew before she regained her balance the fight was over. She could continue but their was no need, at that point she would be putting her life force into her Aura. Although this would let her continue the fight, if her Aura fell then so would she. Death did not scare her, but this had gone from a fight of raging ideals to a more friendly match. She had learned several things that day and that was what mattered, most importantly, daylight murder was prolbely a bad idea, much better to conduct the attack at night away from hundreds of witnesses and news crews who were prolbely talking about the incident now. She hoped Seizure did not mind earning his keep, though she knew he already did.
"The dance is yours" She said, as Her Aura faded back into nothingness. " Many of our kind bear the scars of being a Mutant both visible and invisible. Since my power emerged i was trained to fight and kill the enimys i came across, those of who did not learn to do such, never lived long. Your way is certainly a nobler path then my own. Maybe i am the same as the Humans who kill mutants out of fear, but it is the way i know how to live so that those who come after need not do the same, funny where simmeler goals guide us" she said realizing they really had the same goal at the core. Their methods of getting thare however were much different. Motavation really was the key, but her own ideals matterd only secound to those she served, a lesson she had been tought before she had ever stepped foot back int he city.
Looking around, she found one of the still msotly intact boxes and leaned over it, and promptly threw up, in effect that seemed to come from her Aura's energy being drained this far, not quite as bad as her fight with Ari, who she had thought about killing. Looking back she was glad she did not kill her, she had been close forcing her to protect a human while she struck. Still Ari had been different in many ways. "I enjoyed our dance, fighting makes things feel better" she admitted, her real reason for fighting, the pain simply went away when she was fighting. She had no idea as to why, but it did work.
Posted by mettaliar on May 12, 2009 18:06:05 GMT -6
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Mettaliar's first and second hit were successful as the girl flew back from both impacts as Mettaliar stood up again and faced. It was than he noticed the pink aura was growing rather thin. It grew a bit brighter as the hammer reformed into the aura, yet it was clear that her aura was thinning. He sighed as he figured that the fight would end soon. He crouched and prepared to spring into another attack. It was only the girls words that stopped him. The fight was... over? It couldn't be, her aura was still up. It was when she dropped it that he believed the fight to be his. He had won. He sighed to himself and stood up. He kept his staff in hand as he did. He still did not trust her enough.
He walked quickly to her as she threw up over the boxes mostly out of instinct. He slowly put his hand on her shoulder as a sign that he was coming in peace and trying to comfort. He sighed, trying to hide the guilt by saying she brought this upon herself. Her actions justified the fight. Although he was sure that upon departure her ways would not change, he could not bring himself to deliver the final blow. He sighed and shook his head as her thoughts lingered in his mind.
"'Tis true. You and I have the same endgame in mind, yet our actions are very different. I just cannot bring myself to rationalize and justify your actions, let alone side with you. The actions I went through both with humans and with mutants show me how neither extreme is right. The nobler path is fit for even the most hard-lined mercenary. Yet... I understand how you could do the things you do. Just let this fight warn you that there are some who will not stand to just be witness'. Do not be careless in a craft that is considered a sin in most cultures." He stopped talking and patted her back. "If today has taught you anything, let it be that."
Aura nodded to the man's words, he was right of course, in fights like these some would try and do far more harm then he did, some would try and confine her, like they had when she was yonger, what seemed like ages ago and some might even kill her a condition she was quite a bit less afraid of. Death had been somthing she had been tought it almost nevitable come as a result of her life style .Still her lifestyle did bring her to meet people much like this one and for that she thought the possability of death was most appealing.
Aura was sure she was not quite taking the message he had wnated her to, instead talking somthing more akin to her actions had brought about a fun battile she had enjoyed quite alot. STill she apreshiated his words to be a bit more discreet in her actions. It made sense, as the longer she would live, the more of a diffrence she could make. She hoped to get to fight this one again, she was intrested in his skill with his powers, it had been a beauitful display to her. Turning to get a better look at him she smiled. "My aura is tied to my life energy, so when it gets low, my body likes to let me know" she saod of her puking.
'It may be hard to beleive but i have the same issue with your own actions, but i understand what you are trying for, even if my teachings have told me it is impossible. You are right though, i do need to be more discreet in my actions. I am simply unused to the city, I was trained in the forest whare open display of ones powers and killing off those who hunted you was common. Still i am happy to have been able to fight you, it was quite enjoyable, i don't mind loseing a fight to see the beauity of a Mutant in action, untill next we meet, my friend" she said, having all ready forgotten the man's name and decideing to just refer to him as staff-man. Making her way to entrence, Aura quickly dissopeared into the setteling night heading home, to sanctuary.
Posted by mettaliar on May 14, 2009 8:11:00 GMT -6
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Mettaliar smiled lightly at the girls words. She was correct that our tactics were different, yet our goals and feelings about the two tactics were the same. He nodded his head lightly as she turned to him, his greenish-hazel eyes looking into hers. He didn't know what to think about her; on one side, her actions were to be perceived as nothing but evil, yet in this case he could understand her reasoning and could let her go. His judgement could be lost due to the fact that she was a girl, yet it was self-expected of him. He was someone who would usually not even consider fighting a girl.
"A true assassin adapts to his... I mean her... surroundings. If you do decide to continue this warpath, you must not rely on your power. Strategy is what you should focus on, as much as your message may be downplayed." He stopped himself quickly and shook his head. "Look at me, giving you advice on how to be a better killer. I guess my judgement truely is lost. Well, I guess it is better to go as well. It is better to not be caught talking to you by people I may be joining. Until we meet again, hopefully it will be on friendlier terms. And if not, may our battle be better than this one."
He began to walk off, purposfully walking in a seperate direction as the girl. Upon that thought, Mettaliar turned around and tried to scream at the girl. "Wait! I didn't get you...." He stopped and sighed. She is still without a name. Maybe next time I'll be luckier to get a name. He began walking back, leaving his staff against the wall in the warehouse. It would be bad to walk along the street with a large staff, and he was still unable to return the things he makes back into air again. Until then, the staff will stand as a memorial of sort to honor their fight.