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.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jul 4, 2010 21:20:44 GMT -6
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Between heaves and tears, Elizabeth could heard a metallic ringing sound slowly approach. It was so odd that she couldn’t help but tune in to the noise and allow her curiosity to soar. It seemed to be getting closer. Then a thought hit her. Could those be steel toed boots or something? That sounded like an article of clothing a gunman who’d shoot at a young teenager would wear. Suddenly frightened, Liz tensed up and then cautiously peaked her head up over her knees.
A scream died in her throat as she took in the sight before her. From the feet up, the creature looked like it came out of Frankenstein Meets The Cyborg Men From Outer Space. Two giant metal talons created the base, obviously responsible for the metal sound she heard on the tile flooring. The woman’s right arm resembled a giant metal spoon-and-variety-of-forks-and-knives combo, ceiling lights glinting off the metal at various angles. A glance of at the face showed a strange looking eye, although she couldn’t tell what was wrong with it, only that it looked funny. Then her eyes drifted to the tail. It was an evil-looking thing, making her think of manticores or metal scorpions. The entire appearance was a frightening sight.
Then came the voice. "Hey, are you all right?"
Liz blinked in confusion. Such a terrifying and horrible-looking creature from a surgeon’s nightmare had just asked if she was alright? Her eyebrows furled as she stared blankly. “Huh?” she drew out. “Wha-what? I uh…yes?” Why was the woman who looked like she was aobut to finish the gunmen’s job asking her if she was okay? Her sruvvial instinct kicked in and she began inching away, as subtlely as possible, wondering what twisted game was being played.
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 5, 2010 11:57:24 GMT -6
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The poor girl was clearly traumatized and Meld didn't blame her. It wasn't her fault that those horrible men with guns had come into that theater trying to kill meld for her crusade towards the mutant cause. Nor was it her fault that there was such hatred in the world towards mutants and she had been caught in the crossfire of the battle for mutant rights. Meld's heart went out to the girl. It was to avoid situations like this that she fought as hard as she did and killed as much as she did. Because she wanted to eliminate those individuals that could do this to her people.
"I'm sorry for what happened back in the theater," Meld stated. She wasn't very good at being sympathetic, it wasn't something she often got the opportunity to practice. "I hate to see one of my own people suffer because of the war I fight on their behalf. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Meld noticed the girl inching away from her and she couldn't help but feel pained at the reaction, even if she did understand it. Meld was, after all, walking death and the girl had no reason to understand that she would never hurt her because she was a mutant. Everything Meld did was to make her life better, not the other way around.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jul 5, 2010 14:31:11 GMT -6
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"I'm sorry for what happened back in the theater," The woman said.
Elizabeth’s eyes flared open as the words sank into her brain. The woman was at the theater? With cold fear running through her, Liz glanced at the woman’s arm, the metal one. The blades on it had some blood slowly drying on them. Oh my God! She IS a gunman! With fresh terror painting a detailed scene on her face, Liz raised her eyes and met the woman’s awful gaze. It was bad enough that something was wrong with one of her eyes but now Liz knew that she was looking into the eyes of a cold-blooded killer who was about to kill her, no matter how nice her voice might sound. It was just an attempt to lower her guard.
"I hate to see one of my own people suffer because of the war I fight on their behalf. Is there anything I can do to help?"
She blinked. Did that mean she was a mutant? Of course it did. What else would explain the monstrosity before her and the apparent ease of using such abominations instead of limbs. The teen inched back a little more. Being a mutant just made her even deadlier. Was this one of the dangerous mutants her mom had been so worried about on Beth’s first day at the mansion? Of course it was. THERE WAS BLOOD ON THE WOMAN’S BLADES! And she had blades attached to her arms! That normally meant that she was ready (and possibly proficient) in using them. On people.
Then the rest of the statement processed. War on their behalf? So, she was…Good? But, how..., The answer dawned on her. “You’re Meld,” she stated, a sense of enlightenment descending on her. Her fear slowly began abating. This was the woman the gunmen had been looking for, and whom they’d been willing to use Liz as a hostage for. Such evil men, they would only be going after someone who was Good, right? And the blood on her blades probably came from attacking the gunmen. And she had a shield so she could’ve survived the fight. And she was probably the reason none of the gunmen came after her. Because she took them out. The answer was simple. “You’re like, a hero.” Liz stared up in wonder.
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 6, 2010 11:25:29 GMT -6
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Meld watched as the expressions played across the girl's face, fear being most prominent among them. Gradually, however, she seemed to come to the realization that Meld was not one of the bad guys and a little of the tension in her body was let out. That was good, Meld didn't like when her own people were afraid of her, even if that was an inevitability much of the time. It came with being a warrior and a crusader, some people simply didn't or couldn't understand what she did and thus they feared her.
“You’re Meld. You’re like, a hero.”
"I am Meld," Meld agreed. It wasn't often that she actually got called a hero but she liked the sounds of it and smiled in what she hoped was an inviting manner down at the young woman. "I do what I can but unfortunately sometimes men like those in the theater make things very difficult." It wasn't the first time she had ever gotten attacked for her crusades, although the last time it had happened it had been the cops and not just some thugs. It probably wouldn't be the last time but one thing was certain: it would be the last time she ever found herself in a place like a theater. It was simply too crowded and too closed off to be safe for either herself or any unfortunate bystanders that might be caught in the crossfire.
"Where do you live?" Meld asked. "If you want I can escort you back there, make sure you're safe." By this point she was fairly certain that the men were not actually going to come after them, but she understood the stresses of having men shoot at someone and take them hostage. Most likely the police were all ready on the scene and, for once, the men were the bad guys of the situation, not Meld herself, even if she had killed a couple in self defense. They were the instigators of the situation, not her.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jul 6, 2010 11:48:21 GMT -6
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Relief washed over her as the mutant confirmed Elizabeth’s statement. Even though it was because of her that the whole theater incident had started and Liz had been taken hostage, however briefly, it was okay. It hadn’t been Meld’s fault and the situation was behind them. Meld had taken care of it, apparently. It had obviously involved bloodshed, but Liz chose to ignore the fact. What was done was done.
“I understand,” Liz said in response to the rest of the statement. “Thank you for what you did, revealing yourself like that. I’m not sure what would’ve…” Liz couldn’t say anything else. Her voice broke as it was and a wave of tears threatened to pour out of her ducts. “Anyways, thanks.” She smiled a most sincere smile, honestly grateful for the mutant’s assistance in the matter. And it was probably because of Meld that none of the gunmen had actually managed to follow Beth out of the building.
"Where do you live? If you want I can escort you back there, make sure you're safe."
Liz clambered up on her feet, suddenly aware of how drained she was. The frantic flight through the streets combined with her use of empathy as well as the amount of her own emotional turmoil had left her suddenly tired. “Thanks,” she said, swaying a bit. “I live at the Xavier Sister School for Gifted Youngsters. It’s not too far from here; I walked to the theater.” Gratitude was about the only emotion left with Liz. Her fear was gone; why would she be afraid when Meld was there? Besides, Meld had already taken care of her other fear.
“My name’s Elizabeth,” she informed her, feeling it was only fair since she already knew Meld’s name.
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 6, 2010 16:19:19 GMT -6
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Meld nodded her head at Elizabeth, taking in what she had to say. She wold get through this, Meld was confident of that. As traumatic as the experience had been, she could see that the other woman was all ready starting to mentally pull herself back together. That was a very good sign. Plus, she was a mutant and mutants were forced, through the unfortunate realities of the world, to be more resilient than mere humans. It was a necessary survival adaptation due to the fact that so few of them had anyone else they could fall back on for support.
"Good to meet you Elizabeth. I only wish it could have been under better circumstances." Maybe one day men like that would be eliminated from the world and they'd no longer have to worry about such hate filled attacks, but until that day came Meld would continue fighting and mutants like Elizabeth would continue to become unwitting victims. The world was truly a harsh place. But, who knew, perhaps this experience would spur Elizabeth on to her own crusade for the betterment of mutants and the world as a whole. It wouldn't be the first time that something good had come out of a bad situation.
"I know of the Mansion. Its a good choice of places to live, they do good work there." Meld had, in fact, lived there for a brief time before the loss of her memory. She was still a little unclear on the details regarding why she had chosen to leave, except that they had something to do with a vow to try and curb her addiction to killing. "Whenever you're ready I can take you there." She wasn't going to push the other woman, they would leave whenever she said she was ready to leave. She wasn't going to simply abandon her.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jul 6, 2010 19:31:18 GMT -6
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"Good to meet you Elizabeth. I only wish it could have been under better circumstances."
“Heh, same here.” Liz remarked with a grim smile. Yes, she would’ve much rathered have met this woman taking a walk in the park or something instead of a hostage situation in a tiny movie theater and the following flight of fear the ensued. It would’ve been weird, creepy, and awkward to meet her then, but at least it wouldn’t be as trauma-inducing. As it was, Liz was thinking that she was in shock or something. She was at least tired.
She steadied her swaying with a light touch on the shelf beside her. “Okay, I think I’m ready to go now.” She took a step towards the entrance of the store and wobbled. She righted herself quickly and proceeded onward, confident that the journey “home” would be okay with Meld there with her. Home. Oh man, I need call Mom soon. She’s going to be freaking out and phoning half the police in the country to find me and figure out what was wrong. With a fresh worry on her mind, Liz made it outside.
To put it frankly, the streets and air outside of the bookstore were chaos. For some reason, everything was going crazy. Liz stopped, wondering what was going on. Then she felt it. Hammering against her thin barriers, a tsunami of emotion. And it was beginning to break through. In the primitive parts of her mind, Beth could feel a deep panic building up. Oh no, what did I do here? Now Liz could tell that the only things going nuts were the animals. And they were all under the influence of some potent fear. A familiar fear. “Great,” she muttered. “Today just isn’t my day.”
She stepped over to the wall of the place and leaned against it, closing her eyes. Now she had to undo what undoubtedly she had just done. Liz began concentrating and sending out a basic blend of security and comfort, trying to affect as many animals as quickly as possible.
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 7, 2010 13:06:12 GMT -6
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Meld was proud of Elizabeth for pulling herself together and preparing herself to exit the bookstore, head held high. What she most needed was to get home and get a good night's sleep and hopefully everything wold seem better in the morning. Experiences like this, when survived, were the experiences that made people stronger, shifted their views of the world. The exact effects were often unpredictable but there would certianly be repercussions in her life, even if she wasn't consiously aware of them and even if she never saw the gang again who had been so intent on ending Meld's life.
Nodding her understanding that it was time to go, Meld followed Elizabeth outside, stopping only long enough to glare at one of the sales people that looked like he wanted to ask questions that really didnt' concern him. His mouth opened, rather fishlike, and closed again almost as quickly. Good for him, realizing that interfering would go very badly for him. Although not particularly fond of humans in general, Meld could at least respect humans with common sense and a sense of self preservation.
Stepping outside, Meld was confornted with the completely unexpected experience of the animals in the area going crazy. Not just a few of them either, but it appeared as if every single animal within sight had suddenly gone mad with terror. A cacophony of bird calls could be heard, pets rebelled against their owners trying to flee and stinging insects stung everything in sight as their self defense instincts were triggered. "I presume this is your influence?" Meld asked sardonically.
Posted by Liz Sundance on Jul 7, 2010 21:08:41 GMT -6
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“Uh, kinda. I’m still learning,” Liz said, her face slightly reddening. She swatted away at a wasp and quickly sent a jolt of happiness at it, causing it to float away toward a flower or something, making sure that it didn’t sting her. Why did her powers have to affect so many things? Or be so creepy like the fly incident? Why couldn’t she be as lucky as others and shape shift into something or throw fireballs or something? Whoever decided that she was meant to have powers that made animals freak out around her? Sure it was great sometimes, but those times did not include now.
She closed her eyes, needing full concentration for this. It didn’t help that she could feel ghost-emotions, the result of so many feelings building up against her amateurish barriers. It kept distracting her, mixing up her emotional cocktail with a trace of fear. And it was hard to concentrate, especially to so many animals at once! It had been different creating the pandemonium in the first place. Her fear had been so great at the time that it had been easy to broadcast it to everything. And the funny thing about fear was that it grew exponentially. Panic begat panic and animals were particularly sensitive to moods. Dogs could taste fear, right? So the chaos caused by the animals only frightened them more, sending them out of control even after Liz had stopped broadcasting.
But it was so hard to think! Honking cars, dogs barking, people yelling, birds flapping past; everything kept breaking her concentration. And she had to also make sure she didn’t start broadcasting the wrong emotions, like frustration. She slid down the wall until she sat on the sidewalk. She jammed her hands over her ears and tried tuning everything out. She tried creating a feeling, much like the one she’d previously felt when she realized the truth about Meld. Now, I need to send this everywhere. If she merely sent it to a few animals at a time, there was a very good chance they would begin panicking again, due to all the fear running amok around them. Concentrate.
Taking a deep breath and trying to control her breathing, Liz sent out the first wave, demanding it to attack the fear in the animals around her. Breathe in. She sent out another wave, impeding the fear’s ability to multiply. Breathe out. One by one, distractions fell away as Liz committed herself solely to breathing and broadcasting. Nothing else was mattering. Breathe in. Another wall of security shot out, protecting the animals from the source of their wild fear. Breathe out. Liz was beginning to feel the effects of her power. Slowly and surely, the emotions battering down her measly defenses began subsiding.
At last she opened her eyes. She looked around. Pets calmly walked beside their owners, acting like they had the best people in the world. Insects huddled around her nests or hives, happy in being safe. Pigeons and assorted birds congregated in trees, celebrating their escape from whatever. Every was as it should be, if a little emotionally subdued.
Wobbling to her feet, Liz took a shaky step toward Meld. “I think I’d like to go to the mansion now.” She rubbed her temples to help ease the affects of the headache she was developing as she took another quaking step toward the direction of the mansion, feeling very exhausted. She had no idea how much time had passed, nor did she really care. A nice long sleep was just what she needed at the moment.
(ooc: Permission granted to take Liz to the mansion )
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 8, 2010 15:35:03 GMT -6
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Meld remained where she was as, ever so slowly, the animals in the area began calming down. She stood guard over Elizabeth, ensuring that no one interrupted her rather important concentration. Anyone that even bothered to look at the two of them improperly, Meld threatened by gesture alone. Sometimes it was good to be a metal mostrousity that people were afraid even to get too close to. Finally normalacy returned to the world and neither animals nor (most) of the humans around seemed the worse for wear.
"Let's get you back to the Mansion," Meld agreed. The trip back to the mansion was, thankfully, uneventful. As the other woman had stated earlier, it was within walking distance of their currentl location and no one bothered them along the way. There was one minor scare as police sirens could be heard, but they opted not to stop the pair of them. The humans, for once, were even smart enough to leave the two of them alone.
Meld stopped in front of the Mansion gates, deciding it best not to go inside. After all, she wasn't postive what kind of reception she could be expecting. Digging into a pocket, she came out with a card with her name and number on it. "If you ever need help, don't hesitate to call. Again, I apologize for having to meet in these circumstances, but it was still a pleasure to meet you." Meld waited for Elizabeth to enter Mansion property before turning to make her departure.