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.
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Posted by randtherrin on Mar 7, 2010 19:55:39 GMT -6
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>>“I don’t think you make things sound weird. I can understand what you’re saying perfectly fine. If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of an Accident was it?”
Normal? How did a nineteen year old guy with the voice of a robot sound normal? It was a complement though so he should just accept it. He shifted uncomfortably at her next question though; describing the accident could be bad for someone who might have a weak stomach. Not to mention that the crash would lead to other topics he would rather avoid. Although admitting things was said to help them heal, he didn't want to try. He flipped through his journal absent mindedly as he thought of how he wanted to continue
"A car crash when I was six. A piece of glass was shot through my neck. Doctors said it was a miracle that the cut was so clean. We got a donation for the voice box a few months later from our church, it even covered most of the medical bill. I really miss those people...
Kyal stared into the sky giving into the memories from home for a moment. He missed that church as much as his family...sometimes more. Almost three years since he left and the only person he said anything to barely knew more than the cops did at the time...she probably still did. Before he knew it tears were welling up in his eyes and he wiped them away quickly trying to hide them. Maybe she hadn't noticed; guys don't randomly burst into tears after all.
>>"A car crash when I was six. A piece of glass was shot through my neck. Doctors said it was a miracle that the cut was so clean. We got a donation for the voice box a few months later from our church, it even covered most of the medical bill. I really miss those people..."
Andrea clammed up real fast, and the color drained from her face... well, it tried to anyway. She fumbled around for a moment with her hands in her pockets, turning a shamed expression away from him to the street. She had upset him by asking a question, one that was apperantly rather personal and deeply connected with his emotions if it brought tears to his eyes. "I-... I'm sorry, I should not have pried. It's none of my business."
switching gears, she tried desperately to think up something else to talk about. "I...Um... Are you new to this City?" It was a guess, from how he spoke of the people he missed, but it was all she could come up with on short notice. She forced a meek smile, and pulled her hands from her pockets to gesture to the buildings around them. "I am fairly new to this place myself. Still getting used to all the many different street names..." With an awkward chuckle, she turned her attention to the sidewalk before her and effectively lapsed into silence. The park was growing close; she could barely see it in the dark, through the flickering of a streetlight up ahead. She shivered in her coat, and sank her hands back into the warmth of her pockets.
Posted by randtherrin on Mar 8, 2010 10:09:38 GMT -6
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>>"I-... I'm sorry, I should not have pried. It's none of my business. I...Um... Are you new to this City? I am fairly new to this place myself. Still getting used to all the many different street names..."
In the back of his mind he wished she had pried a bit more. Shrugging off the though he accepted her change in subject. Talking about recent traveling was easy. He wouldn't get choked up in any case...
"Ya I'm new, only been here a few days. I know where my apartment is and thats about it. I was in Boston before here, can't remember what was before that...somewhere in Virginia I think."
Looking he he saw the park getting closer. Time to help out again, opening his journal to the marked page he reached into it. Concentrating so that he didn't shift his whole body he grabbed two cans of mace and pulled them out. Offering one to her he smiled and shrugged with a "just in case" look. Putting his journal away he decided against the knife, probably wouldn't need it anyway...hobos get scared off easily.
"Hopefully you won't need to use it... So...um, where are you from? Your accent doesn't sound american but a can't place it."
>>"Ya I'm new, only been here a few days. I know where my apartment is and that's about it. I was in Boston before here, can't remember what was before that...somewhere in Virginia I think."
Boston? She pondered for a moment, before remembering where that was located. Not too far away, but far enough that she had not had the pleasure of visiting there yet. "Personally, I have yet to stray that far from the beaten path... I'm afraid I would lose my way and wander endlessly until someone happened upon me." She turned a smile his way, "I have to say I am quite happy with this city through, the people I have been blessed to meet are all quite friendly."
>>"Hopefully you won't need to use it... So...um, where are you from? Your accent doesn't sound American but a can't place it."
Her cheeks flushed at the mention of her accent, and she mentally shook a fist at her inability to fully hide it. Instead of sputtering about it however, she took to examining the object he had handed her. She had seen them before, pepper spray containers, but had never before held one- or used it for that matter. "I'm from Greece..." After tucking the pepper spray in her coat pocket, she locked her hands behind her and turned her attention to the flickering of the street light they were just passing under. "I've been working on weeding my accent out though... Guess I'm not doing a very good job if you can pick it out that easily, huh?" The sound of her footsteps, and his, gradually faded as the pavement underfoot became gravel. She eyed the surrounding area warily, before heaving a sigh and continuing on. "Compared to Greece, this city is wondrous. I honestly didn't know buildings could make me feel so small until I stood beside one and looked up. It all looks much, much different on TV."
(( No problem. Next post or so, I think I might introduce a few new friends, if that is alright with you. ))
Posted by randtherrin on Mar 12, 2010 22:27:05 GMT -6
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>>"I'm from Greece...I've been working on weeding my accent out though... Guess I'm not doing a very good job if you can pick it out that easily, huh?"
"I'm just good with accents, I've been all over the US so I know what most people sound like. Your doing a good job, I say keep it though."
Her voice had variety from all the others he had heard. He liked variety, if people were all the same then life would be boring. As they reached the park he pulled his jacket closed, it wasn't all that cold to him but he just felt like he should. He never would have guessed that she was Greek. The most experience he had with Europeans was all the Portuguese near Boston and they sounded nothing like her. He hadn't been there long, the town was New Bedford or something like that...he never payed attention to the small towns.
>>"Compared to Greece, this city is wondrous. I honestly didn't know buildings could make me feel so small until I stood beside one and looked up. It all looks much, much different on TV."
"Ya they are pretty big, there are a couple taller in some of the other cities I've been to. None of them where as close and packed together though."
She had made him curios though, enough to speak up. He didn't like talking about himself but learning about other people and places...thats a different story. He had heard Greece was a great spot to vacation but even he couldn't sneak onto a plane to Europe safely to find out. He would have to go to all the other countries to. Norway was a definite, Rome to...but if he couldn't go he might as well ask her opinion, she had lived there after all
"So what's Greece like though? I never could get to Europe but I want go to Greece, Italy, and Norway if I ever get."
>>"I'm just good with accents, I've been all over the US so I know what most people sound like. Your doing a good job, I say keep it though."
She smiled. Keep it? If she kept it, it would mean constantly sticking out amongst the native population. While that sounded fun, she was rather fond of the idea that she could weed it out all together and blend in just a little bit more. Blending in was good. But... She would consider his words. Perhaps being herself wasn't such a bad tactic either? It was not her voice people shied away from, after all. "I suppose you have a point, I have already diluted it enough that most cannot pick it out so easily."
>>"So what's Greece like though? I never could get to Europe but I want go to Greece, Italy, and Norway if I ever get."
She was suddenly glad that it was dark. With the last street lamp they had passed pretty far behind by now, he wouldn't be able to see her frown suddenly, nor the color draining from her face. "Greece is..." She paused, continuing to march slowly forward even though the sound of faint laughter pricked at her ears. Scanning orange eyes couldn't spot any sign of a body to attach to it however, so she continued on. "Greece is nice. My home was on a hill right up from the sea... Wonderful in the summer months, pretty cold during winter." Wracking her brain for any knowledge that might interest him, without letting on that she had never taken so much as a step into the bigger cites, or tourist sites around her home.
"If you Visit during the Summer months you can participate in a lot of the festivities going on around the Islands. Especially during-... Did you hear that?" Ending her commentary mid sentence, Andrea's head swiveled about as she searched for where the sound she had heard was coming from. It sounded... Metallic... like... chains, maybe? Not to far off, another burst of muffled chuckles and giggles escaped the darkness. She could see a lamp up the path a bit, casting a yellow glow in a half circle around its base. Into that light stepped a boot, then another, and another, and another... A group of four males, all who appeared rather young, moseyed on towards herself and Kyal. Each had his own peculiar style of hair, and each sported a dark leather jacked, with studs and rings that reflected the weak light from the park lamp. Andrea instinctively inched closer to her companion, and dug her hands into her pockets to grasp at the can of mace he had provided.
As the group closed in on them, their faces became clearer. They were young, as she had thought. Looked to be about nineteen at best.. and one of them was swinging about a lengthy amount of chain. It was not the chain that set Andrea on edge though, it was the knowing smirks that each boy wore plastered on his face. "Eh, Looky what we got ourselves here boys, a fine example of what a couple'a kids shouldn't be out so late... you agree?" The other three nodded like lackeys and elbowed each other while the leader strode forward to meet them. "What's a Couple'a sweet hearts like you doing out this late? Don'tchu know we own this park after hours?" He leaned in closer, eyeballing Kyal first, before settling his dark gaze on Andrea. He promptly cracked a grin. "Well, I'll be damned! We got a Mutie on our hands boys!" Andrea shrank into her coat and inched a little closer to Kyal. If they ran... There was a chance they could make it back into a more populated part of town, and hopefully lose the ruffians.
Posted by randtherrin on Mar 14, 2010 10:11:58 GMT -6
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>>"Greece is...Greece is nice. My home was on a hill right up from the sea... Wonderful in the summer months, pretty cold during winter. If you Visit during the Summer months you can participate in a lot of the festivities going on around the Islands. Especially during-... Did you hear that?"
Kyal stopped at strained his ears, hearing something similar to laughing. Looking around he saw four guys approaching them threateningly. Studded leather jackets, boots...one had a chain and they probably all had knives. He was defiantly better at knife fights than them but he wasn't sure if he would have time to grab any of his from the his journal. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his can of mace wishing he had some cash to buy them off with.
>"Eh, Looky what we got ourselves here boys, a fine example of what a couple'a kids shouldn't be out so late... you agree?"
The leaders gang bumped each other agreeing with him. Kyal shifted his feet slowly, they could run but getting away from these guys might not be easy, he was still tired from earlier and wouldn't last long against them.
>"What's a Couple'a sweet hearts like you doing out this late? Don'tchu know we own this park after hours?"
The leader stared at him then turned to Andrea. Kyal gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, he didn't know why...he might be able to let her get away but he was gonna be in trouble unless someone else showed up. HE slowly eased his hand into his back pocket and pulled out his journal and counted the pages silently, he needed something to fight with running wasn't going to be an option for him at least.
>"Well, I'll be damned! We got a Mutie on our hands boys!"
Kyal felt her shift closer to him as the man grinned at them. So they were going to be that way...Kyal couldn't stand mutant haters. Quickly he thought about his options; if he used the mace Andrea could run and he would have time to use his journal, hopefully he had counted the right number of pages since it was all he could think of. Wiping his arm out he sprayed his mace in an arc aimed for the gangs faces. Almost shoving Andrea as he ran he could hear the guys cursing and at least one pair of boots following them. Shoving his hand into the page of his journal he grabbed a handle and pulled it out, a two foot short sword gleamed in his hand. Kyal had hoped for something smaller but at least he had intimidation on his side now. Skidding to a stop he turned to face his pursuers.
"You picked the wrong night to tick me off..."
Kyal swirled the sword a few times to loses himself as they gang got closer. He hoped Andrea had gotten far enough away, he couldn't see well enough to avoid hitting her if she hadn't. The fist guy to reach him took a swing from the left. Ducking Kyal brought the flat of the blade up to meet the fist, his arm shook as metal hit metal...he had brass knuckles. Brass was weaker that steel though and the others stopped as the guy jumped back clutching his hand.
>"Damit...this guy knows what he's doing with that thing."
Intimidation...check, hiding the fact that he was still tired and wouldn't last...so far check. Knowing that if they didn't give up he was dead...double check. He pulled himself up and gave his sword another swing, he really wished he had a sidewalk instead of gravel right now. The group circled him staying out of reach from the sword, two of them kept rubbing their eyes furiously for the mace, weak points he could use them to get away. All he had to do was figure out how.
It took her only a moment to understand the meaning behind that word... she gulped silently. The group of thugs (who she had to admit were poor dressed) took a few steps forward, and she made to take a few back- until Kyal leapt into action by her side. He had his can of pepper spray out and in use before she could blink, and as she raised an arm to cover her nose and mouth from any of the spray that flew her way, she was shoved out of the way- which sent her tumbling into a bush next to the pathway. Kyal took off, sprinting away as fast as the angry thudding of steps seemed to follow after. Andrea took a few moments to disentangle herself from the mess of branches and wet leaves, before she climbed from the bush and staggered to her feet.
Her eyes sought out her new friend, who she spotted not too terribly far off- surrounded by angry and pained ruffians. She shifted, watching as he swung about what looked to be a sword, what with it gleaming in the weak light and all, and knocked the groups leaders confidence down a peg. But... he was still out numbered, and in need of help. Wasting a few precious moments, Andrea scouted about in search of a weapon- any weapon, to use against the thugs. She found a rather large branch under a tree not to far away, snatched it up, and slinked as quietly as she could over to where they group was gathered...
"He's got a sword boss... What should we do?" One boy whispered to the leader. The others, still suffering from his pepper spray attack, paused and looked to the leader, curious as to what his answer would be. The boy upfront, who was eyeballing Kyal's sword, gulped and puffed his chest out- trying to seem braver than he was feeling at the moment. "What're you guys, a buncha' sissys?" He laughed harshly, and cracked his knuckled wuicklym before his hand dove into his pocket and fished out a switch blade. "Get im'!"
The leader moved forward, and his fellows moved to follow- but one was taken off of his feet swiftly as a medium sized branch caught him square upside the head with a loud Crack[/b] and sent him sprawling. The branch Andrea had picked up had snapped in half on impact, but she didn't stop to worry over the loss of her makeshift weapon. One hand dove into her pocket, fishing out the can of pepper spray she had been given. She launched herself at the next boy with a rather timid war cry, hopping onto his back and reaching around to spray a stream of burning straight into his face. The thug screamed, flailing about as he back pedaled blindly and crashed into the guy next to him. The guy fell to the ground, and Andrea held on as best she could as her human steed thrashed about. Hopefully, her distraction would give Kyal a helping hand... if not, she was making a fool of herself for no reason. This had better work...