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.
Sirius pulled in to a small alley round the back of a brunch bar, it was about midday and the Big Apple blossomed with memories and regrets. As Gears, what Sirius called himself these days, transformed lazily in to his humanoid form he wondered what was going to happen now.
A bystander would have seen a car shake softly, ominously, before the front doors burst open and the internal maelstrom became clear. Seats would fold first, not that a clear order of progression would be readily identifiable, before the dash board and steering wheel popped in to life and begin to reshape. Blurs and flurries would fill the vision for a split second, the insides moving out of sinc briefly before the outside chassis started its transformation. The hood and trunk would spring up before being swallowed by the innards, chassis rearing up to a hunkered crouch as the rotating and re-assimilating parts shrunk and grew, swivelled and clunked, as they slotted in to their new designated positions. The new picture would become clearer and clearer, Gear's humanoid form becoming more apparent and familiar as the final pieces buzzed and whined in their final movements.
Gear's eyes blinkered to life again as his form settled in to place, he saw concrete and gazed at the floor for a moment still crouched; one outstretched and metallic palm touching the floor for some added support. This was how he was going to look forever, after months of hope Gears had returned to the reality that he would never be human again. He both loved and resented his mutation, an accident that cost his friend's life and forced Gears from his family and livelihood but at the same time gave him powers he never thought possible.
Gears stood and walked from the alley to the main road, the sun shone and for the briefest of moments dazzled Gears before his vision compensated. The street was busy, not that he could have blended in even if he'd tried... He had some old faces to find in NYC, but for now that could wait. He wanted to stroll around the city he'd called home all that time a go, this time it might be better... Then again, probably not.
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 6, 2010 10:09:22 GMT -6
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Meld was not having a particularly good day. Those had been occurring more often, it seemed, since the loss of her memory. The odd voice or face or image would trigger some vague recognition but whenever she tried to latch onto the intangible memory, her head would split into pain and she would lose it. She still didn't have any more idea regarding what had happened to her than when she started, although at least a few memories were starting to become more clear. The assistance of Lori, Lenna and Aura had been invaluable in even recovering the small amount that she had been able to.
To make matters even worse, she had been having nightmares almost every night. When she awoke, often drenched in a cold sweat, she could never remember what their content had been, only that it had been bad and she couldn't shake the feeling that her unconscious mind was trying to tell her something through the dreams. If only she could recall them then she might have some clue about her lost memories. Something vitally important had been lost that went beyond everyday events but there was no way to pin down what that was. She had the unshakable feeling that someone wasn't telling her something, she just had no idea who or what that something might be.
Meld's unhappy thoughts were what drove her outside the walls of Sanctuary. Walking helped her think, though she normally chose to walk the city streets at night when dealing with those who were less tolerant of visible mutants were less likely to be around. It was just one of those days in which she couldn't afford to wait the 5 or 6 hours until the sun set and she would have the opportunity to walk in peace. Hopefully, if the humans were smart, they would see the expression on her face and leave them alone, but humans were rarely known for their intelligence. Still, one could hope.
There were many things that Meld expected to see in the city, including other mutants of a more visible nature. One thing she did not expect to see, however, was what looked like a human transformer, straight out of the movies. She never would have seen the transformation occur at all except for a blink of her red tinged tail eye, aimed down an alley. At the first blink she wasn't sure what she had seen, but the second confirmed it. Someone was changing from a car to a shiny metal humanoid with eerily car-like features. Two things occurred to her in that moment. First, had the movies seen this mutant and used him as inspiration? And second, the fact that he was the only other mutant she had ever met with metallic parts. She needed to talk to him so she stood there, waiting for him to notice her.
Slade stopped, his gut locking him in place. Someone was watching him, and in more of a significant fashion that he was used to. It went without saying that Gears attracted attention, looking as he did children especially ended up gawping at him without restraint. This was different though, a grown mutant (he assumed) was staring pointedly at him. Gears had been out of NYC for a while and as such needed to get an update on the mutant situation as it was.
To say this mutant was hotch-potch in looks was an understatement, in fact the attachments were almost as intriguing to Gears as he must be to the person watching him. He cocked his head and paused, unsure of whether to approach at first. Many mutants weren't exactly friendly and Gears wasn't looking for a fight today, however he noticed that the 'normal' folk were beginning to notice the tension that filled the gap between the two mutants and Gears felt it best to get the introductions over with: however it ended.
Gears lumbered over casually and stopped a good two meters away, he crossed his arms and smiled meaninglessly all the while wearing the demeanour of someone who was honestly too tired to care. A few nosy homosapiens kept their interest but at least they didn't think a fight would kick off any more, it seemed. "Something caught your eye, friend?" He kept it informal, hoping that mutants still considered each other as comrades in a genetic way around here. If it wasn't the case he'd probably made a massive mistake, not that it mattered much to him any more.
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 6, 2010 16:01:44 GMT -6
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Meld had never been one for much subtly and, in typical fashion, she didn't even attempt to hide the fact that the strange transforming mutant was interesting to her. Judging by the mutant's reaction to her, once he noticed her eyes upon him, she didn't think it was too much of a stretch to think that he might feel similarly. Although she had no idea where life may have taken him and she assumed it could be potentially far given that he could change into a car, she knew that metallic mutants weren't exactly common. For all she knew, she might be the first he had yet encountered also.
"You, my friend, are fascinating," Meld replied, taking up his own casually familiar tone of voice. Although always passively prepared for trouble, she took no offensive action against the strange mutant before her. Not only did she have no interest in actually starting a fight today and rarely had interest in starting a fight with any mutant, but it seemed rather counterproductive to attack someone who was the current target of her curiosity as well. She pointedly ignored the rude stares and mutterings from the humans around them that the two mutants were beginning to generate, while still keeping a casual eye on things with repeated blinkings of her tail eye. Humans, while often stupid and irritating, were also prone to sometimes being unpredictable so it didn't hurt to remain diligent.
"I hope you didn't mind my observing you too much. I have to admit, this is the first time I've ever seen anyone quite like you and I couldn't help but watch." She knew her staring was probably a bit on the rude side and could only hope that he would forgive her the slight social mishap.
Gears paused for a moment after her comment, he looked her up and down once before guffawing. Gears had a way to break tensions, naturally or otherwise, and the fact that she considered him fascinating reminded Gears that there was a funny side to being a mutant. "No more than yourself, lady. Aw sh*t y'know who'd have guessed that the good ol' NYC would bring a smile to my face..." Gears grinned as the momentary distraction from the world around him took his attention, these types of meetings always helped to take his mind of other things that threatened to take over his day. "Hell, I should probably introduce myself. The name's... Gears, ma'am. You been eating the big apple for long or is this a sight-seeing holiday?" Gears had stumbled slightly on the name, being back here brought back some old habits. He didn't want that name anymore, not by any measure.
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 7, 2010 18:01:34 GMT -6
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Meld was in a bit of a weird position, having someone who admitted to finding her fascinating, or at the very least in an unusual position. Frightened or horrified were two words that often came to mind in describing the reactions people had to her, but rarely fascinated.
"Pleasure to meet you Gears. The name's Meld." Meld extended a clawed metal hand for the shaking. For once she didn't feel like she had to concentrate on making sure claws did not accidentally penetrate delicate human flesh because this mutant didn't appear to have any. Because of her lack of a sense of touch and the enhanced strength of her flesh melds, she often had to concern herself with accidtnally cutting things and people with her claws.
"I've been in the city almost a year and a half now." Meld noticed the hesitation in Gears giving his name but didn't choose to comment on it. Whatever his past, that was his business and she was certainly no one to judge another for their past actions.
Gears took the... hand? He could hazard a guess at what they were good for and was in a way relieved that he didn't have to come in to contact with them in that particular fashion. Now that the two mutants seemed to be getting along the homo sapiens really had got bored, even the kids were growing tired of gawping (either that or their parents were dragging them away!). Gears' head was still tilted as he listened, it was his subconsious reaction when studying something, as an engineer her mechanical parts were a marvel to observe; not that her mutation was the only thing Gears wanted to inquire about. She might be able to tell him how things were now in New York, not to mention how the old mutant groups were faring. He wondered if she was affiliated with one, but felt that to be a question better asked later.
"Hm, well I've just returned from a bit of a holiday. A real long holiday." Gears drifted off towards the end of the sentence, left in a slightly detached reverie. Within moments he snapped back and withdrew his hand, "No matter, we all have to come home some day, right? So what do you do?" Gears smiled goofily at Meld, he guessed that the name 'Meld' served the same purpose as the one he'd given her.
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 7, 2010 20:10:58 GMT -6
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Meld was relieved to not that most of the humans around the two of them had gotten bored and were beginning to return to their day to day business. The few that remained were, thankfully, of a mind not to bring up any sort of issue directly with them. While she was more than capable of dealing with any human stupid enough to attack her without provocation and had a feeling Gears could likewise take care of himself, she had no great desire, right at that moment, to have to maim kill anyone. "Would you be interested in continuing our conversation somewhere without so many curious eyes and ears?" she suggested. Just because no one had done anything stupid yet didn't mean that they would never do anything stupid.
"I suppose its about where you make your home," Meld answered. Knowing what her parents were like, she had no particular desire to return to the place she used to call home. "If you're referring to my power, I create titanium modifications or flesh melds, attach them to myself and they meld to me." She didn't go into the specific details behind the process since most tended to find it more than a little disturbing. "I guess you could say I'm an artist. So how about you? Aside from transforming, of course."
Gears would have raised an eyebrow if he had one, "You saw, huh? Well besides transform not a whole lot, Meld. I can play the radio, heh..." Gears generally enjoyed some loud tunes while he strolled, today he'd completely forgotten but that was usually the case when he had other things to think about. He thought about her ability, and how it must have changed her life as all mutations ended up doing. Gears hoped it hadn't caused too much trouble for her but that was a naive hope at best, and one he wouldn't indulge. "In regards to my job, I'm not sure if I still have a position here in NYC but I was a mechanic."
That was another thing that Gears would have to check out ASAP, he was unsure to how Slate (if he were still in charge, of course) would react to his return after absconding his duties all that time ago. Gears bounced slightly on his feet and took a look atound, it was a tad crowded in the middle of the street and Gears knew that sooner or later some arrogant human or possibly a pig would find an excuse to make their lives difficult. "So, where do you suggest we go lady?" Gears stretched out his arms as he finished talking, feeling the cogs and parts uncoiling slightly as he released some pent up tension.
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 8, 2010 8:55:31 GMT -6
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"You mean playing the radio is a part of your mutation?" For some reason that struck Meld as odd, more so then being made out of metal and being able to transform into a car. What advantage would radio playing be to someone anyway? Of course, with her own stolen mutant hand she could touch a radio (or ipod or whatever) and make it play but she didn't really like to bring up her hand, still being uncomfortable about the manner in which she had acquired it. Or rather, apparently acquired it since she didn't actually remember much of the incident except for a few brief flashes.
"You know, I've always wondered how mechanical flesh melds would work. Personally, I'm all thumbs when it comes to such things, but it does have some intriguing potential." Probably just intriguing to herself, of course, so Meld didn't elaborate too much. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but what are you made of? It doesn't look quite like titanium, the metal I usually work with, or any other metal I've seen for that matter." Hopefully the question wasn't seen as rude. Sometimes her curiosity just got the better of her.
"I know a coffee shop not to far from here. They're mutant friendly and the coffee is excellent." A thought suddenly occurred to Meld. Did Gears even drink coffee? Or for that matter, anything else that a human would drink?
Gears smiled, "How d'you think I speak? Radio is my voice like a true hip hopper baby!" Gears could do other party tricks, he'd save them for now though. It still surprised him that people still thought he had a human biology, sure he looked human and the parts fitted the right place but he was more car than human nowadays.
"But nah, I'm really not very human anymore. My 'metal' is odd really, I don't have much of a clue to what it is but from what a doc said from where i last worked it's an amalgam of non-organic and organic materials." He paused, better not mention what his old work palce actually was. It was still supposed to be a secret he guessed, "Don't worry I'm a mechanical engineer and even I struggle to guess what the f*ck my make up is these days."
Slade could guess the place, not that he drank coffee but he used to meet up with old friends at one particular mutant coffee house and it was near by. Then again, might be completely different knowing how quickly cities changed over time... "Yeah sure, I'm game for a seat and a friendly face anyday." He followed Meld in the direction of the coffee house, this might turn out to be a fun afternoon after all.
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In an odd sort of way Meld supposed that it made sense that Gears might have a radio for a voice. Or maybe not so much made sense, as didn't seem too unusual. After all, he was a metal robot man that could transform into a car, so why not have a radio for a voice? She wasn't too sure about the hip hopper part, however. It wasn't exactly her kind of music.
"I guess many mutants have parts about them that can't really be properly explained or understood," Meld stated thoughtfully. She began walking in the direction of the coffee shop, expecting Gears to follow. "For example, I don't have the slightest idea how my body animates my melds. They aren't really mechanical in any way, despite looking like that. Something inside me just brings them to life." She shrugged. While it was something she had thought about in the past, it wasn't something she dwelled on.
"Do you consume human food and drink?" So what if it was rude, Meld had always been one to speak her mind and it was a curious question that she just couldn't get out of her head.
Gears padded along side Meld, listening to her talk. It was relaxing having a distraction from his own thoughts, "Yuhuh, well I bet that your mutation has its uses. Mine certainly has..." The fact that it had involved loads of disadvantages wasn't something he'd bring up now, no need to destroy rapport with a whinge about how being a mutant had its downsides after all.
Slade chuckled, her curiosity was refreshing in a way, "Nah, I don't chow down on your foods any more. Real shame, though yeah!" Slade missed normal food so f*cking much, he'd always loved his fry ups and his beers but his engine couldn't stomach the stuff nowadays; literally. "I consume fuel whenever I need to, bland but it does the job. So anyway do you enjoy life here? I love this place in the summer yeah..."
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 9, 2010 19:45:43 GMT -6
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"I think almost all mutations have their uses," Meld agreed. Of course, like most she'd met, her own mutation had its disadvantages as well. For example, as much of a bonus as it sometimes was to not be able to feel pain, it was, in the long run, more of a hassle to not feel anything at all. She did not, however, mention this fact. She had just met Gears and wasn't in the habit of sharing personal information with people she barely knew, even rather interesting people.
"So you really are more like a machine than a human." Meld nodded her head thoughtfully, wondering idly if her own fate would one day be something similar. What would happen, for example, if she were to try to replace something more vital than a limb with a metal flesh meld? Was it even possible to do? Some experiments one simply didn't try unless forced to do so.
Meld walked into Beans Express and stood in the short line up, waiting to order. Most of the patronage inside were what one would expect in any coffee shop, however the two of them weren't the only ones to stand out. In the far corner there was a man with black leathery wings and red eyes sharing a drink with a woman who had a remarkable resemblance to a fox. "Do you want anything?" Meld asked when it was their turn to order. Just because he didn't drink anymore was no reason not be be polite in offering.
"More than you know, lady." Slade was pretty much machine, it had organic elements and components but the build up was essentially mechanical in nature. He had missed out on so many simple pleasures since becoming what he was: the most obvious being food, drink, and sex. Hell, it wasn't something he liked to discuss but that last one made Gears real grouchy some times. No man should suffer that for life, hell to the f*cking no...
Gears ducked his head slightly as they entered the coffee house, being 6'8" had its draw backs at times. He wasn't looking forward to having to sit down either, "By the way, I have a nasty habit of crushing chairs so if there's a couch we should grab it..." He grinned slightly, waiting in line, as he looked around. The place was pretty busy, normal folk and mutants going about his day. He didn't attract as much attention in these places which was always a plus. He chuckled as she continued with the niceties, "Naw I'm good for now, Meld, not that I would even if I wasn't heh! So what brought you to the city? You move for work?" Gears guessed it might not be for that but he'd given a 'get out clause' to the question if she wanted her privacy, work was always a good lie...