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?
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Posted by vampyremage on Jun 10, 2010 12:39:33 GMT -6
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It was a strange feeling for Meld not to be the most unusual looking person in the room. Even when among other very visible mutants like Abyss she tended to stand out. There was just something about having non-organic parts that made people uncomfortable above and beyond the usual discomfort of being among mutants that couldn't blend in with a crowed. Gears, however, went beyond even having a few metal limbs to being made entirely of metal and she just couldn't compete with that.
"A couch it is," Meld agreed after accepting her very strong black coffee. "And here I thought I had it bad with having to get all my clothes custom made." By custom made she mostly meant crude cutting out of the parts that interfered with some of her more unusual melds, mainly her tail and the shield on her metal arm. Artist she may be but seamstress she most definately was not.
Meld sat on the rather well cushioned couch, tail resting on the side and pointed towards the door. It never hurt to be vigilent, even in a place like that. "You could say I had some bad memories back home in Canada and I heard there was a large mutant contigent here in New York. I knew it was time to leave, it was just a matter of where. I figured New York was as good a place as any." She wasn't about to get into more detail than that unless she got to know the transformer a hell of a lot more than she currently did. "What about you? What brought you to the city and then back again?"
"I haven't worn clothes in years, 'aint that a shocker!" It had been weird, at first, not wearing clothes but they way he looked no one seemed to care about it. Why would a car need clothes? Gears sensed caution as she explained her past, it made sense as she didn't know him very well. He'd let her hear a little about his past, not that it was special in comparison to most mutants forced over to the NYC.
"My past is pretty normal for a mutie, accidentally set off my own mutation which resulted in my losing a close friend. My family didn't want nothing to do with me, they're proper christians see, so I came to NYC to make a living for myself. I left to pursue some personal goals and when they weren't realised I came back to the good ol' apple." Gears sighed slightly, it was vague but gave a good enough impression of his past. "I don't know what's going to happen now..."
Gears reached down to his hip where the glove compartment rested, notched in to his side. He popped it open and pulled out a small flask, opening it wafted a light smell of petrol and he took a swig before continuing. "So have you made many friends here? I used to have a few but I don't know if they're still around."
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 10, 2010 19:21:05 GMT -6
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"It might be a little strange to see you in clothes," Meld agreed, grinning at the image in her head. Which was a little strange in and off itself. There weren't too many people that were more interesting to picture with clothes on than without. Or rather, there weren't many people that didn't cause one to blush when pictured without clothes on. Or something. Sometimes she was glad that no one could see inside her head. Maybe she ought to just stick to the things she knew about, like fighting and killing.
Meld nodded thoughtfully at Gears' story of his life. It was brief and too the point, not revealing much in the way of personal details, very much as her own had been. "Being a mutant isn't always easy, especially at the beginning and especially for those of us who aren't able to fit in with a crowd." Of course, in the beginning she had fit in with a crowd relatively easily still but by this point in her life she knew very well what it was like not to.
"I've made a few friends here," Meld answered. "And maybe an enemy or two as well." She smirked, giving the impression that she wasn't being entirely serious. Enemies might be stretching it a bit, although there were certainly those who disproved of some of her actions. "You have a place to stay?"
"Hah, you're telling me." Gears chuckled, it had been difficult in a number of ways, "When you first change you also have to work out what the hell you do, as I bet you know. I'm telling you it took me a while to learn about this mutation!"
Gears thought for a moment, he hoped he still had his place "Maybe, I had a place in Queens. I hope it hasn't been taken, I haven't been back there in ages." He doubted anyone would have intruded upon it, the wages he'd earned under the Kabal had helped to pay off the majority of its mortgage and it wasn't exactly a high quality establishment. "What about you? Have you had your own place this last year or are you bunking in youth hostels and the likes?"
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 11, 2010 9:18:54 GMT -6
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"I think it takes almost everyone a while to figure out what they can do," Meld agreed. "Except those few that are actually born with their mutations. I'm still learning about mine." Hopefully soon she'd have the opportunity to learn just a little bit more as she added some true range to her arsenal of weapons.
"Bunking in the hostels," Meld stated with a shrug. "Not many places want someone like me. You familiar with Sanctuary?" Of course, part of the reason not many places wanted her was because of her extensive record. If Gears had yet to see any of the newscasts about her murders, however, she wasn't about to enlighten him to the fact.
"The sanctuary huh, hell you could say I'm familiar with that place gal." Gear knew the sanctuary, even though he'd never been fully inside, due to his stealing the golden doors just before he'd left for South America on a Kabal mission. That had been fun, he bet Syn was still pissed with him for that: if she knew it was him that is... Meld could be Order if she was lodging there, then again Gears knew they took in mutant misfits all the time. He wasn't about to challenge her on it, he was getting on with the woman and he didn't feel any need to antagonise her about her possible life choices. "So what's been going on in NYC recently? I've been out of the loop see..."
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 12, 2010 10:50:18 GMT -6
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Of course Gears would have to ask Meld what were the recent happenings in New York a question she normally wouldn't have any problem answering except for the whole memory loss issue. It had only been a couple of weeks since the mutant, and she was certain it must be a mutant, had wiped her memory and most of the information she had from the past year was second hand information. Keeping things vague and general, she decided, was best. After all, even if they were getting along, he was still a stranger and she wasn't about to admit to such a profound weakness as that.
"What exactly do you want to know? The Mansion still houses its pacafists and students, Sanctuary still takes on any mutants the Mansion doesn't want. There's still the occasional story about mutant violence or human violence against mutants. The fight still continues for mutant rights." Meld shrugged, not sure exactly what to say next.
Gears sensed a bit of defense playing there, no problem he didn't want to know what was up with that question anyway. He chuckled at her response, though. "That's a text book sanctuary response if I ever heard one lady, not that its a bad ideal mind: no mutant wants to feel second class and that."
He'd never felt attracted to the ideals of the Order himself, he didn't see why humans or mutants were superior to the other. As long as people got along Gears couldn't care less if he was honest. "Anyway, do you have any interests or pursuits? I'll eventually have to find out if I still have a job here." Gears took another draught from his flask, he wished he could still drink coffee...
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 12, 2010 15:46:24 GMT -6
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Meld didn't mind that her views were associated with those of many of the general views of those in Sanctuary. For one, it was generally true and for another, it didn't appear as if Gears meant it in a derogitory way. She had never let the opinions of others affect her much anyway. She knew that her cause was a good one and even if some disgreed with her methods, she knew in her mind and heart that she was doing a good thing and bringing about change.
"I don't have much time for hobbies," Meld replied honestly. She wasn't about to describe killing as her hobby, that was for certain. "Like I mentioned before, I'm something of an artist and not only when it comes to desiging new melds for myself. Metalwork has become an increasing passion of mine. Outside of that, though, I guess I live a pretty boring life." She laughed a little, feeling uniquely at ease even if 'pretty boring' was probably not how most would describe her life. She just didn't feel quite at ease enough to talk about her more interesting points since most of those at the very least involved illigal activities and at the most involved large amounts of death by her blades.
"Don't you find it difficult to actually find a job?" Meld hadn't had any legitimage legal work since her mutation developted but she could imagine how difficult it might be as a visible mutant.
"You'll have to show me some time, I guess." Slade replied, metal work wasn't something he often saw as art but being an engineer Gears found any application for metal interesting. His being an engineer was answer enough to how he found work, it was also a perfect cover for his previous employment with the Kabal (particularly as his primary role for the Kabal had been as head mechanic!).
"Well I have a degree in mechanical engineering see, and considering that I'm basically a car even the most prejudiced employer recognises that I have a pretty good idea how machines work." Slade grinned, being a car was actually quite an effective pitch when applying for a job that revolved around vehicles. "Naw, but I've always been a bit of a handyman. I do a job here, get another one there. My most recent one was the most solid position I've had in years..."
Gears had another look at Meld's mechanical applications, having been around in the world and guessing her likely involvement with the Order he could guess what she was good at. "So, has your mutation benefitted you in any way in the NYC? It's gotta be good for something, huh?"
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 12, 2010 16:29:22 GMT -6
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"If you're interested I'd be happy to show you," Meld replied. It was rare that people had an interest in her work. Except for Aura she couldn't recall anyone ever asking to see it and with Aura it was primarily about her ability to forge weapons. In particular, she had forged her friend a rather elegent and effective katana although, sadly, the memory of actually creating the weapon was gone from her mind along with most of her recent memories.
"I can see how being a car might help you find car related jobs." A sudden thought struck Meld as she wondered whether or not her elecric hand would work on a car mutant in the same way it worked on actual cars. Now, however, was not the appropriate time to test out that theory, if there ever was an appropriate time. She was pretty sure Gears wouldn't appreciate being turned off, if she was even able to do so.
"Oh, my mutation is definately beneficial," Meld agreed with a dark smirk. It was the first time some of her inner darkness showed prominently in her features. "I can upgrade my limbs to suit whatever needs I have. Gives a lot of adaptability and all my melds are designed for maximum effectiveness." She could also steal limbs from other mutants and meld those to herself, but that was something she wasn't yet comfortable with and possibly never will be so she didnt' mention it.
"Ah I see," Slade nodded as she explained how her melds were put to good use. She was definitely back in her comfort zone, that smile did nothing to change Gears' initial guess to what she used her mutation for. He'd used his mutation for a few unscrupulous and frankly illegal tasks in the past, not to mention that pretty much his entire career with the Kabal had involved illegal and dangerous activity. He didn't mind or judge if his assumption was correct that she used her powers aggressively, people did what they had to in order to survive these days. "A hobby I recently took up was fencing, although I need to get hold of a new sword now that I'm back, normal swords are a tad small for me see."
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 13, 2010 9:39:09 GMT -6
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Fencing was never a sport that Meld had taken up nor was she all that familiar with it. She knew it involved a long vaguely sword-like weapon and that the combatants wore bee keeper type outfits for protection, but that was about where her knowledge ended.
"How does fencing compare with more formal sword use of martial arts?" Meld's karate experience had taught her the basics of using a sword although the focus had always been on unarmed combat. Her knowledge of blades had come later and even to this day mainly encompassed only her custom flesh melded blades.
"Well firstly it focuses entirely on armed combat rather than unarmed combat, the vast majority of martial arts use weapons as a speciality whereas obviously with fencing you require a sword full stop, the speciality being which weapon in particular that you use." Gears started, he wasn't about to go in to the technical differences between those who treated fencing as a sport and those who treated it as a martial art. Maybe a lesson for another day,
"Fencing also utilises three different types of weapons: two of which use the tip in order to score hits on an opponent while the other utilises both the edge and the tip. I use a sabre, or a larger equivalent, which uses both the edge and the tip to hit an opponent. Oh and while I don't do this too often, fencing in most groups has a boundary to where one may move: movement is limited in training and when practised as a sport."
Usually, the two combatants would fight using a straight line of combat (so backwards and forwards). Gears, used to applying his 'skills' in real life situations never took heed of such formal boundaries of where one could move during combat. "I'll stop before I bore you to death though, I was never one for theory I prefer to do what I'm learning about, hah!" Gears laughed awkwardly, he definitely found killing easier than learning about killing; that was for sure... "Do you do a martial art then?"
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 13, 2010 14:32:15 GMT -6
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Meld found the fencing description rather fascinating and listened carefully to Gears' description of the sport. Anything combat related was of interest to her, particularly close quarters combat. Before discovering her mutation she had been an active participant in martial arts competitions. Since that time, however, and especially with the addition of her more lethal flesh melds, she simply didn't have many that she was able to spar with that she wouldn't risk accidentally injuring. Maybe what she really needed was an outlet without the risk of accidentally causing someone to bleed to death.
"How often to serious injuries occur?" Meld found herself actually considering trying out the sport at some point in time. Before she made the decision, however, she needed to establish its safety. Not that she was against maiming and killing, of course, but she only did that for a purpose and not in an informal environment of friendly competition.
"You aren't the only one who prefers the doing," Meld laughed as well, trying to cover the awkwardness. "I'm a black belt in jujitsu and karate and used to participate in completions regularly. Now days I'm more specialized and unique in my skills." Mainly because there wasn't anyone around to teach her how to use claws and tail as effective weapons except for herself.