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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It was a bit of a relief that There wasn't more said, than there was about Sara scars. That was one of the reasons why she didn't always show them. The conversation was comfortable for now. Meld didn't pry more. "I did escape." Sara said shrugging her hair back over her shoulder as she angled tow oddly shaped legs and one tail into the booth.
Meld went on about the general Mutant rights. While Sara agreed, it was all things that she had heard before. Slate's ideas, while unorthodoxy, were better planned. "I agree with you on mutant rights. change has to be made, however there has to be a middle ground and people have to cooperate in it.. Neither will happen for years." Johnny returned with meld's menu and handed it to her then he moved to the other side of the room where clean dishes were stacked so that he could get them iced water. "If there is no middle ground and not everyone is following the rules, we will always have one side trying to one up the other. We're doomed in an repeatative loop of events."
Johnny placed the glasses of water and ice on the table in front of Sara and Meld, gave them each placemats and napkins, then went to the counter on the opposite side of the room where he began to continue reading from a thick text he'd left there earlier. Mean while Sara continued. "I'm not saying that it's alright to let people walk alover ones self, but at the same time someone shouldn't have to step up to defend themselves."
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Something in Sarah's voice told Meld that she probably didn't want to talk in more detail about being a living test subject and Meld wasn't about to pry. Her past was her business and if she didn't want to share its details she certainly didn't have to. Had Meld felt otherwise, she would have been something of a hypocrite given her own rather shady history and how few people knew about its details.
"It may not happen for years," Meld agreed, "but it won't happen at all if we're not vigilant. These things don't just happen on their own, we have to make them happen." Meld accepted the menu from the returning teenager with a respectful nod of her head. So long as she was shown respect, she had no issue showing respect in return.
"I don't support random acts of violence," Meld assured Sarah. A fact that might come off as rather unusual given her history but she had never been as violent as some members of the Order even when she had been a member and now, more than ever, that was true. "Unfortunately we don't always have a choice in the matter." Once she had been able to say that without question or hesitance. But now? After her session with Hunter? She just wasn't so sure anymore but she didn't want to burden Sarah with her emotional problems.
"Are you kidding?" Sara said as she took a sip of her water. "People still have issues with other people because of the color of their skin. It will take more than a year." Slate's plan to conquer the world had been running for over a year alone and so far he owned two countries. It was a start.
Meld had moved on in the conversation about random acts of violence, though she hesitated in between statements. Sara didn't blame her. When Sara first came to New York city, the Sanctuary was one of the first places that Sara had visited. If it wasn't for the intervention of being captured by robots and taken to the registration camps, she probably would have staid there. She'd recognized the place when she'd woken up in Meld's body. She understood how many of the order thoughts. Not all of them were psychopaths. Most of them thoughts very logically, just drastically at the same time.
"There are times that there are no other ways out of a bad situations. Aren't there." Sara thought she understood however being how Meld said her statement, and where Meld had lived, Sara wondered exactly how far was really considered too far in Meld's mind. She decided shifting the subject was more comfortable for the both of them.
"Mind if I make some suggestions for you." Sara said to meld as she leaned over the table slightly to point at a couple of dishes on Meld's menu. "Some of their appetizers are as good as meals here. Especially the crab Rangoon."
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Meld knew that making a real difference would take time, probably far more than a year. Change happened but it happened slowly and only if those trying to affect the change were constantly vigilant. She hoped she might be alive when the real changes finally began to truly be felt.
"Its especially hard when we look like we do," Meld agreed with a sigh. Sure, she was trying to stop killing and start acting in a less violent matter but it was hard. If all she had to do deal with was her own personal addiction then it still wouldn't be easy but at least it might be possible. But add to that the reactions she got simply from walking around outside and it made the vow damn near impossible to keep. "Have any advice for someone who hasn't been a freak for quite as long as you?" Meld asked with a smirk to show that she wasn't being serious. Although she was glad that her brief experience being furry hadn't lasted very long, she personally loved Sarah's mutation. Her body was sleek and beautiful and her senses had been beyond compare, even if they had also been completely disorienting.
"I think I will take you up on your suggesting," Meld agreed, deciding on the crab Rangoon. It had been quite some time since she had had seafood, or really anything that was considered more on the expensive side. She still hadn't quite gotten used to the fact that she actually had money to spare after her mission in Romania. Lenna and her organization paid damn well, no doubt about it.
"Indeed." Sara agreed. Even in this city it seemed that there were mutants who were much more adapted to hiding than herself and Meld. Mutants who had a choice on weather they would show them selves or not. Sara didn't have that choice. Meld.... well... if what Sara understood of Melds ability was true, meld didn't have to make her parts so noticeable. A small twinge of jealousy rose in Sara's mind, but she pushed it down.
"Have any advice for someone who hasn't been a freak for quite as long as you?"
The corner of Sara's mouth quirked up into a smirk. Sara ran her tongue across her lip that showed the tip of her long teeth as she thought for a few seconds. "Watch your tail side. It has a mind of it's own." There were several times that Sara's tail had gotten her into trouble. Knocking things over and getting caught was easy to do.
Sara smiled as Meld agreed. Ok so they had an appetizer. Maybe Sara would add some things to that too. Due to Sara's mutation she had a high metabolism, her body required more food than most to keep her weight the same.
Johnny pulled himself away from the book long enough to take notes on the Crab Rangoons.
Mean while Sara leaned slightly over the table reading the menu she had long since memorized upside down. "Moogoogaipan sounds good for me today." Sara said over her shoulder and Johnny scribbled that part of the order.
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Meld smirked back at Sarah as she mentioned tails having a mind of their own. "I'm quite fond of mine," she stated, proudly. Of all her flesh melds it was probably her favourite. "You know, you and Abyss were my inspirations for it. Thought I might have an advantage regarding the whole, having a mind of its own, since I can see out of the end of it." By way of demonstration she lifted her tail above the table and blinked its red eye at the cat lady.
"I'll take whatever you would most recommend with fish in it," Meld told the boy once he returned to take their order. "As well as a glass of water." For some reason she was craving fish today. Maybe it was some unconscious idea of cats liking fish and currently being with someone who was more than a little cattish. An amusing thought that she kept to herself, not wanting to accidentally say something offensive.
A thought suddenly occurred to Meld. "When I woke up in your body I was in the Mansion. Since moving in there I haven't seen you around, though. Do you have a place to stay?' She seemed competent enough and not the type to end up homeless despite her physical anomalies plus the fact that she appeared to have at least enough money to pay for dinner, but it didn't' hurt to ask just in case.
Sara's attention was drawn to the tail that was over the table. She reached out nearly touching it as it swayed. Suddenly looking like a curious kitten that was about to tap on a piece of swaying grass. "I do wish my tail had something like that at times." Sara admitted. "Don't you get dizzy from it?" She asked curiously turning the apprehensive reach into a small wave. She wasn't exactly sure what this wave would do but she knew that finding out was better than not.
Johnny jotted down the order. The bit about anything fish brought a smile to his face, though he refused to let his eyes twitch in Sara's direction. She liked about any dish he brought her, but there were days that those were the exact words coming out of her. "If you like spice, I most highly suggest the Dou Ban Yu, Mamm." Johnny said brightly.
Sara ordered hot tea to go with her meal before Johnny disappeared through two swinging doors into the back room. Leaving her and Meld to continue their conversation.
"I still have a room at the mansion." Sara said with a shrug. "My mutation doesn't exactly let me fall asleep easily. I gain a lot of pent up energy from it. Moving around is just something that feels easier than sitting still so tend to keep odd hours, and given the chance, I get up and move. If I sleep at the mansion, I don's spend a lot of time awake there."
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Meld didn't move her tail away as Sarah moved her hand out to touch it, finding it just a little amusing. Even mutants were sometimes a little startled by her unusual flesh melds and anytime that startlement manifested as curiosity rather than fear, she was happy to indulge it. "I used to get dizzy when I first got it. I still can't have its eye open at the same time as my two more normal eyes. I think it has something to do with the way the brain is wired, but I'm not a scientist so I'm not posative about the details of that." She shrugged her shoulders. "The trick is timing. I have the tail eye open when my human eyes are closed for blinking. Trust me, it took a while to perfect that skill."
It seemed like the kid Johnny knew his product, a fact that Meld was quite pleased with. That said something about the quality of a restaurant, when the staff were able to recommend dishes based on the customer's desires. "I'll take it," she agreed, looking forward to trying something new. If it was any good she would have to remember this place. It was rare to be able to go into a place without having to worry about how others would react to her appearance.
"You aren't the only one who keeps odd hours," Meld grinned. Seems they had more in common than just looking a bit unusual, even if keeping strange hours was a small thing. "Although in my case it has nothing to do with my mutation. I'm just a night owl by nature and people don't notice as much that you have metal limbs when its dark out."
After a moment of contemplation, Meld decided to take a risk in asking some advice. After all, she and Sarah had a rather odd sort of connection but she was still distant enough from Meld's life to offer some perspective. "I hope you don't mind if I ask you some advice. You don't have to answer but I'm not too sure who else to ask." Because Aura certainly wouldn't understand. "Any idea about...ideas for less lethal flesh melds? You could say I've come by something of a revelation in my life but I'm sort of at a crossroads here."
"The night does provide a comforting solitude." Sara agreed. The news about the tail eye and melds eyes were a bit fascinating, but Sara didn't really know how else to respond. it explained why, earlier on the street, Meld had kept her eyes closed while speaking with Sara. She'd been watching people behind her.
"I did have a few ideas for them when I was stuck in your body. I imagine it's a nuisance at night having to padd yourself." Sara picked up a napkin that was left on the table and held it up in her left hand. Her right hand extended one finger poking the paper leaving no marks but indeed moving it. "Is there a way that you could make your blades retractable but still strong when they do come out? You know able to be locked in place and unlocked?"
Sara continued her little demonstration with the napkin. Her finger pressed against the paper lightly then her claw flicked out. "This would give you the choice of not being lethal, however it would also provide you still with the tools that you're already used to having."
Sara set the napkin down on the table and leaned back considering Meld's question some more before she continued speaking. "You wouldn't have to have your spikes out or anything added to yourself if you wanted to learn pressure points. Maybe strategically placed metal nubs the size of a thumb tip and if you were trying to think of ways to restrain people," Sara Shrugged. "I might be daydreaming here, but I think maybe cords or links that could come out of somewhere and rap arrownd someone's legs or arms, then hook to it's self would subdue someone quickly."
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"Having to pad my claws isn't the biggest nuisance," Meld replied with a sigh. It seemed like the times in which she could tolerate the stares she got wherever she went were rapidly drawing to a close. Or perhaps it wasn't the stares that bothered her so much as the fear intrinsic in their gazes. It made it even more difficult than it otherwise would be to stop with the violence and the killing. How did one resist when some people were literally begging for it?
Meld thought about the idea of making her claws retractable for a moment, before finally nodding. "I think that's a great idea. There should be no reason why I wouldn't be able to do so. It would require a new arm of course, designed with the idea of the claws being retractable in mind, but I think it's doable." Ideas began running through her head at the concept and she had to force herself to pay more attention to what Sarah was saying.
"Now chords are something I have actually been strongly considering." Meld didn't mention the fact that she had also been considering putting blades at the end of the chords for maximum impact mainly because that no longer seemed to be appropriate. She was trying to become less deadly, not more. "I was thinking either coils along my back or maybe even incorporating them into my arm. Either way, a little range, especially of the non-deadly variety, could be very useful." Her mind continued its plotting and planning, blueprints being drawn up in her head.
Sara considered what Meld was saying about the cords for a moment. "The only problem I see with making the cords connect to your spine, is making an injury that is spinal related. You pull someone using that area, and you could really damage herself. Plus it would have to be the right area of your back. if it's the wrong area, you could easily be pulled off balance."
Johny returned in the room momentarily with water, a pot of hot tea that was Sara's normal thing, and she had forgotten to order it. And the crab ran goons. He grabbed his book from the opposite counter, then, with his nose pointed down to it's pages, he disappeared into the kitchen just as quickly leaving the girls to their conversation again.
"May I ask you something odd?" Sara wasn't sure if this was rude or not, as she barely had time to nod her thank you to the young boy and poor her tea. "Why don't you just make limbs that are shaped normal? you have the choice not to draw as much attention to your self as I do, and you could still hide different mechanical things in them."
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"There's actually no need to connect them to the spine itself," Meld explained. As she described her mutation and her plans for further modifications, the love and passion in which she pursued and planned out each and every one of them could be clearly heard. "I was thinking more along the lines of a titanium shell and anchoring the chords to that. It would provide a little extra defense and avoid the danger of having them directly attached to the spine." Few things outside of her cause and the thrill of battle engaged her more than her planned flesh melds.
Meld stopped speaking briefly as the teenager came back for tea for Sarah. For some reason it struck her as odd that a cat lady should be drinking hot tea. Weren't cats supposed to like milk? Then again, even cat-like that didn't mean that all the stereotypes had to be true and she managed, if only barely, not to have her odd thoughts show in her expression. She had been getting distracted more than usual lately. Perhaps it had to do with her recent attempts reduce her violent tendencies.
Meld sighed when asked about the visibility of her flesh melds. It was, perhaps, a question she should have expected. "When I first started actively using my flesh melds, the visibility was in large part necessity. I worked for some rather unpleasant people and I needed to look intimidating." Hopefully she wouldn't have to go into too many details about those years of her life and those particular people. "By the time I came to New York and escaped that life there didn't seem much point in trying to make any future melds subtle. The damage, so to speak, had all ready been done. Besides, its not as easy as you might think to maintain their effectiveness while at the same time hiding their nature. I used to be fine with the looks I got but now I'm not so certain and its not, unfortunately, as easy to change as you might think." She shook her head, trying to work through her own thoughts on the matter. She never would have thought it would ever become a concern, but how could she maintain her vow of non-violence if her very appearance encouraged it? She wasn't sure what she was going to do.
It was a little odd to think of for Sara. That looking more intimidating was more important. She always thought that it caused more problems. then again. She'd always had problems. She liked the power she had of being dangerous and at the same time, being able to duck in a heavy crowd. It's funny. people don't pay attention as much to their surroundings if you just act like them and hide your face.
Sara waved her hand over her tea and the table between them. Meld didn't have to go into extensive details if she didn't want to and Sara's instincts told her that it was a uncomfortable subject. "Hey. I no longer have to pick pockets, but I still see prospects every where I go." Sara shrugged. "It went from being a necessity to a game. A hunt so to speak." Sara sipped her tea. "A habit as well, so I can find something to relate."
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Meld was aware that not many people had lived the kind of life she'd lived and that, for most, intimidation was never much of a factor. It was good for them, in her mind, to never have to experience such hardships for themselves. Hardened killer though she was, that didn't mean she wanted others to be forced to such a necessity.
"I think there are some things we never lose once we've gone through them," Meld agreed. It was surprising, in a way, that the two of them had gone through such different things and yet still found common ground upon which to relate to one another. "Its not all bad though, its what made us who we are, after all. And I can't speak for you, of course, by for myself, despite my flaws, I'm mostly happy with who I am." At least she would be once she got through the whole addiction thing.
A sudden question occurred to Meld, although something told her it would probably be a little rude to ask. Still, she had never been one to hesitate and as before, she didn't hesitate now. "I'm sorry if this is rude, but do you have the instincts of a cat? You mentioned hunting so..." she tapered off in a rare moment of not being entirely sure of herself. Maybe she shouldn't have asked after all.
Sara shrugged. There was a slight up turned part of her mouth when Meld mentioned she was proud of who she was. Sara wasn't sure that she was proud. There had always been that wish that things could have been different for her. Or that she should be able to do different things better because she's a mutant and had been genetically engineered to just plain do things better thanks to evolutions plan.
"It's true. The past does make us who we are. And it's good to have pride in what one has been able to accomplish." Sara lifted her tea in a sort of toast. Then leaned back sipping at it. At Meld's question, one eye brow quirked higher than the other. Meld's hesitation made Sara smirk. there were few that she would let get away with that question and not have the rest of her hot tea splashed on their face.
"I suppose that there are different things that tempt me because of my mutation." Sara set her cup down on the table and leaned back in thought. Then she began to explain. "There was a time that I did not have fur. It was a long time ago, but if I compare the way I know my body and mind work now, to the way that I know my body and mind worked back then, I suppose that there are differences. Mostly based on my own senses, and reactions to movement." Sara's smirk suddenly returned and then spread into a cheshire cat style grin. "However if someone ever dangles a cat nip mouse in front of my nose, they will have to have said mouse surgically removed by a proctologist."
It was big talk. Sara probably wouldn't actually hurt someone to that extent. It didn't change the fact that she often wanted to when she heard too many cat jokes at a time.