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...?
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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 madlaina on May 24, 2010 20:40:53 GMT -6
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Madlaina pedaled slowly, scanning each street sign carefully. After finding a flyer at the mansion, she had gotten some help in making a phone call and then an appointment. Even though the intricacies of the New York subway system had been explained to her, Maddy didn’t trust herself not to end up lost. So instead she had been given a bicycle and a map. With some help she had planned out her route and made sure to mark her start and end locations.
With her Mansion ID and her New York ID, a few granola bars and water bottles, and a change of clothes in her backpack, she had started off on her first adventure in America. At first she had been terrified. She still felt her body stiffen and her heart race at the sight of the police or someone looking at her strangely, but she had relaxed and wasn’t jumping at every sound. And she had only gotten lost twice; asking for help from a nice florist who had been hosing off the sidewalk and a waitress who had been cleaning a table, instead of the numerous police.
Dressed in the set of work out clothes the mansion had provided, a simple set of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, she stared at what she thought was the building. As she got closer she pulled over and got off, walking the bike as she pulled the flyer out of her pocket. Unfolding it, she compared the address to the one on the building for a moment. Then, deciding it was the right one, she wheeled the bike inside, only struggling with the door a little. Glancing at the woman sitting behind the desk, then at her bike, she realized she probably shouldn’t have brought it inside. But she didn’t have a lock for it.
Trying to casually and carefully set the bike against the wall, she straightened her shoulders and walked to the desk. When the woman looked at her, Maddy smiled nervously and set the flyer on the edge of the desk where the woman could see it. “This is here?”
The woman smiled and nodded in a way that made Maddy feel less out of place. “Yes, how can I help you?”
Folding the flyer back up as she spoke, Maddy shoved it into her backpack. “I come for to learn fight? I use phone and got time… Madlaina?”
Hunter picked up the unmistakable accent of his homeland as he stepped into the foyer. “Hello,” he said, both surprised and glad of the chance to use his native tongue, “You must be Madlaina. I’m Hunter Antonescu, the instructor here.”
“So I hear you’ve come to learn martial arts, is that correct? You can leave your bike in the foyer, Ellie will keep an eye on it.” Turning to his secretary he switched to English, “Keep an eye on her bike wont you.”
Ellie flashed Madlaina a smile, “Of course.” With all that had happened little phased Ellie anymore. That fact that her boss seemed to know every language under the sun and this place attracted all kinds of mutants soon became old hat.
“Good,” Hunter said turning back to Madlaina and reverting to Romainian, “Now if you’d like to follow me through to the training room.” Hunter was looking forward to just training someone rather than sorting through emotional problems. While he liked helping people simple martial arts training is a lot less stressful.
Posted by madlaina on May 24, 2010 21:40:23 GMT -6
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When a man appeared, Madlaina almost didn’t realize he was speaking Romanian, only that she understood him. But the sound of it made her do a mental double take, and stare at him. Slowly, unsure if she had heard him correctly, she spoke, responding in Romanian. “Yes, I am… You speak Romanian…” It was a half question half statement, as if she didn’t know how she felt about the fact.
Glancing at the young woman, she nodded, thanking her in English, before turning her attention back to the man, Hunter. How interesting to find another person who spoke her language, and by accident. Madlaina hadn’t even been looking for it, had been worrying about training with someone who she didn’t understand and who didn’t understand her.
When he asked her to follow him, she did, looking around at the inside of the building a bit more now. Then her attention went back to him, unable to stop her curiosity. “You are Romanian?” Though she had many other questions, she was able to stifle them after her first. He spoke very well, but there was something about the way he spoke that Madlaina wasn’t familiar with. A slightly different dialect maybe?
At least this would make learning to defend herself easier…
“Indeed I am,” Hunter replied,” Though I’ve not been back in many, many years.” Hunter’s accent was older than any dialect that you would find in Romania now. While it was easy to understand it had an air about it that you couldn’t place unless you were at least three hundred years old. It felt good to be conversing in Romanian again after all this time. His homeland had never really made it onto the international stage and there was little call to learn Romanian these days.
“So,” he said as they entered the training room and turned to face Madlaina, “How much experience do you have with martial arts?” Guessing from the way she moved and carried herself he suspected that it wasn’t a great deal.
Posted by madlaina on May 24, 2010 22:20:36 GMT -6
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Madlaina nodded. She didn’t plan to return to the country of her birth for a very very long time, if ever. Sad as it was, and as much as she missed it, once she became a mutant she hadn’t been safe or welcome there. She wouldn’t be surprised if many more mutants followed the trend of leaving the country. “That is understandable. It hasn’t been a good place for mutants, especially in recent years. If I had been anywhere else, I wouldn’t have gone back.”
Though Maddy hadn’t been told the man was a mutant, she was under that impression. The fact that the flyer had been at the mansion, the fact that he spoke Romanian, and that the administrators hadn’t warned her to keep her powered quiet; it all combined in her mind to form the idea that he was a mutant, or at least not anti mutant. For now, she preferred to think of him as a mutant. She wasn’t fond of humans.
When they reached the room where her it seemed her lesson would take place, she glanced around. It fit her mental image of what she had expected, with the exception of all the glass. His question about her experience made her sigh inwardly. “None. I’ve never learned how to fight. I watch movies, but that’s it. I don’t even know where to start. But I can do it.”
Madlaina wasn’t strong or skilled. She knew that. Before her stint on the run she had been in decent shape, helping out in her families various shops and odd jobs, along with regular teenage exercise and being in charge of getting herself from place to place had kept her decently strong and quick, with more than enough stamina. But after subsisting on trash and living on the streets during harsh fall and winter months, her body had slowly been whittled away. Now she was trying to get that back and more.
For Hunter ‘many, many years’ meant decades. Thus he was unaware of the problems she was talking about. He made a note to lookup recent Romanian history, but now he had a student who wanted to learn.
“Well in that case we’ll start from the basics,” he said with a smile, “Which is a good warm up. Don’t want to do yourself an injury because you didn’t warm up properly. So to start with we’ll jog round the map.” He set of at a reasonably quick pace round the edge of the mat. The mat had been laid out before hand so that Madlaina could start straight away.
Posted by madlaina on May 24, 2010 23:46:07 GMT -6
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Setting her bag to the side, out of the way of where they would be running, Maddy moved to catch up with Hunter, already knowing how this would end. She could warm up just fine, but she had lost most of her stamina and had become more of a sprinter. Obviously something she would have to work on when she was on her own. As for hurting herself? “I expect plenty of bruises and pain…”
It was all part of the learning process. And getting hurt here with this was preferable to getting hurt out in the world by people who wouldn’t stop if she were injured. It wasn’t going to be easy, and Maddy was almost glad of that. It gave her something to focus on. Pain was a reminder of why she was here, and it gave her things to work on back at the mansion. When homework got to be too much, or the other kids not as understanding, when her powers got too loud, or just the world getting too heavy… She could do this.
Sure enough after only a lap and a half she felt a stitch in her side, and after curving the second lap, she knew her stamina was fading quickly. Gritting her teeth, she tried to think about the feeling of her feet hitting the ground instead of the pain in her side. Her feet were the same as always, and the regular pattern of them hitting the ground was distracting and drowning out the whispers.
“I’ll try and be gentle,” Hunter replied with a smile. After two laps Madlaina was already fading. He fitness was something she would need to work on, but she’d get plenty of opportunity to do that on her own time. Hunter pushed he for one more lap and was pleased to see her grit her teeth and dig in for that last push.
Stopping their jog he lead her in some stretches that should help loosen her up as well as give her a chance to get her breath back. By comparison Hunter wasn’t even breathing hard. But then he’d had centuries to get in shape along with help from his mutation.
With them stretched and limbered up Hunter started the session proper. “Before you can learn how to fight you need to learn how to fall. No point in teaching you how to throw a punch is you’re going to sprain your wrist or worse every time you fall over is there?” he said with a smile, “Break falling is the art of falling without hurting yourself. Eventually, once you’ve got the technique down it will look like this.”
With that Hunter dove forward rolling over his right shoulder. Before his back hit the mat he slammed down his left arm, which was completely straight, and his feet. This absorbed the impact so when his back hit it did so lightly. He kept his momentum going and rolled to his feet.
“However rather than throw you in at the deep end we’ll start small,” he assured her with a smile, “For starters I just want you to do forward rolls all the way down the length of the mat.” While most people could manage forward rolls with relative ease Hunter had worked with some people who could not. Break falls were a lot easier to learn if you could do forward rolls.
Following his movements and stretches, some of which were new, and some were familiar from previous gym classes and the like, and listened to him talk about falling. Clumsy as she was this was going to come in handy for more than just her self defense. Watching him carefully and listening to his instructions, she nodded.
Madlaina already knew she wasn’t going to like this. Of her many quirks, one was that she didn’t like being upside-down. Never had liked it, but it had gotten worse. It wasn’t a phobia, but it was something she preferred to avoid. Running though it once in her head, Maddy didn’t give herself more time to think about it; it would only make it harder to start rolling, so she dove in, rolling head first, going slowly.
She landed with a thump despite being careful. Bruise #1. Madlaina’s first roll wasn’t smooth like Hunter’s had been, wasn’t at all graceful, and it didn’t feel like it broke her fall very much. And she wasn’t even trying to do what he had done, these were just gentle rolls to get used to the movement. It was jerky, awkward, and unnatural feeling. There was also a strange point between her first and second roll when she wasn’t sure if she should stand up all the way or just keep rolling over. So she stood up. Then bent right back over again to go end over head. When she got to the other side she turned to look at Hunter, already knowing she had another thing to practice.
The first roll wasn’t the most elegant Hunter had seen but at least she had done it. She’d probably have a bruise from that one. To her credit she picked herself up and kept going. He’d seen people who just couldn’t bring themselves to roll forward. Probably something to do with being upside down, not everyone dealt with that so well.
“That was good,” he told Madlaina with a reassuring smile, “Just do the same back to me and then we’ll move on.” Once she had rolled back to him he started the next step. “Alright, rather than have you diving forward like I did to start with you’ll just do the break fall from standing.”
To demonstrate this he stood with his right foot forward and his right arm extended. Using his arm as a guide he rolled forward but instead of diving it had been a lot smaller. Again his left arm his the mat before his back, as did his legs. “A few things to remember,” Hunter said as he got back to his feet, “Your arm has to hit the mat before your back for a break fall to work, as do your legs. and make sure that you don’t cross your legs, land with them apart like I did. It might take a while to get it right, but you’re not falling with any great force and the mats will protect you from the worst of it while you learn. Now just as before I want you to roll across the mat but this time I’ll follow and help correct your technique.”
Posted by madlaina on May 26, 2010 23:00:12 GMT -6
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After rolling back the way she had come, Madlaina was a little bit dizzy and a little bit wobbly on her feet, but she paid attention when he showed her how to do the next part. Taking a few deep breaths while she watched, getting herself stable on her feet again, she went through the motions mentally.
When it was her turn to do the movement, she nodded. Her first try was a false start; she started to roll but then realized that if she did her arm and legs wouldn’t hit first so she stopped and started again. Her first break roll wasn’t awful. It wasn’t great but she managed to not hurt herself. The second went about as well. It was the third that added to what was becoming a tally.
Madlaina went into the break about as well as she had before, but somehow in the middle fo the roll, her arm decided not to cooperate and instead slammed her elbow into the floor hitting her funny bone.Bruise #2 With a hiss of pain she sat up, her hand cupped around the spot. In what sounded almost like a mantra, she whispered fiercely in the way that somehow made the pain bearable. “Ow, ow, ow, ow….ssssssshssss, owww.”
After a few seconds of that, the throbbing pain faded enough that she could open her eyes that she didn’t know she had closed. With a deep breath she struggled to her feet trying not use the arm she had just popped. “Can I switch arms?” She didn’t mind doing a few more of these but if she had to do it with the arm she had hit, I would be more painful and take longer between each one.
After a false start Madlaina began with a reasonable break fall. While not perfect, she’d gotten enough of the technique down to avoid causing herself further injury. Her second was the same but unfortunately there was a mishap with the third. The reason that you kept your arm flat was to distribute the force across it. By hitting the mat with just her elbow she’d focused all the forced there. As she shut her eyes and whispered in pain Hunter moved a little closer to check she’d not done herself a serious injury.
Nothing appeared broken and she wasn’t making enough noise to indicate anything other than a bad bruise. “Of course you can switch arms,” he said with a reassuring smile, “You’d need to be able to break fall over either shoulder eventually anyway. Switch until you reach the end of the mat.” The mat was long enough that she should be able to do about six of the small break falls she’d been doing before reaching the end. “Once you reach the end of the mat I want you to come back alternating arms if you feel you’re up to it.”
He left the choice of whether she would go back to using her bruised arm up to her. While it stung now, it shouldn’t feel as bad in a bit and she’d be able to use it again without it hurting much. The question was would she go back to using it? Whether she did or not would tell Hunter something about how hard he would be able to push her in subsequent training sessions.
Posted by madlaina on May 28, 2010 15:37:18 GMT -6
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Knowing that she would have to start using the gym and grounds at the mansion to build up her strength and stamina before she came back here, Maddy was grateful he let her switch for the remaining length of the mat, her left arm a little less coordinated than her right but it worked. But the time she reached the end, the numbing tingles that had been traveling up and down her arm had faded leaving only the dull ache. Could she start switching back and forth?
Madlaina had never been much of a quitter, and after staring at the length of mat she decided she wasn’t going to start now. She refused to be weak or an easy target, not anymore. She needed to be strong to survive in this world as a mutant, so she would be. Bouncing her body slightly as she tried to talk herself up, psyche herself into the roll, she took a deep breath and tried her right arm again. It twinged sharply but breifly, and she took a little longer to get up afterwards, but she did it.
Judging by her rolls to that side of the mat, she had 9 rolls to do. She had done the first on the right, and started a pattern of alternating. At first it wasn’t a one to one ratio but she was working up to it. Right, left, left, right, left, left, right, left, right. If she did anymore she was certain she could alternate without trouble now.
Hunter watched Madlaina as she pushed herself across the mat. On her way back she did alternate arms. It was a little uneven at first, but she got there. While the technique would still need work she had the basics so it was time to move on to the next break fall.
“Very good,” he said with an encouraging smile, “Now that you have the basic technique of the forward rolling break fall we’ll move on to side break falls. They look like this.” He swung his right leg across in front of his left before letting his body fall to the mat. Before his side hit he slammed his arm into the mat.
“Now as before we’ll start small and work our way up,” he said as he picked himself up off the mat, “Start squatting down like this. Extend out your right leg forward and hold out your right arm, palm facing outwards. Then just fall to your side and make sure your arm hits the mat first.” He demonstrated the break fall from squatting. “Alternate arms until you feel comfortable with it, then we’ll move on to standing.”
Posted by madlaina on May 28, 2010 21:43:31 GMT -6
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Madlaina watched Hunter with a bit of trepidation. The side roll thing didn’t look like the forward rolls, instead this just looked like painful falling. At least she got to start from a lower level. “Not that I am questioning you method or anything like that but… Why am I doing this? Can’t I just learn to punch and avoid falling? Like Rambo?” Madlaina liked Rambo
She understood learning how to fall to an extent, but she would much rather learn how to not fall. She didn’t mind learning to fall as long as she was eventually going to learn to kick and punch. After that, Madlaina tried the side fall, to prove that she was willing to learn, she just didn’t understand why she was learning this and not something else. So she did a few more, and even did the other side.
It was easier to do from the lower level, and it didn’t jar her as roughly, so she liked it a bit better than the forward rolls. She managed to not hurt herself while doing them so she was fairly proud of that.