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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Dakota could see Fiona concentrating. "My dear!" he called. "While he is on the ground, and stck, please try to talk sense into him. Be it psychically or phsically."
(OOC:Sorry for the short post. Nothing much to say.)
The monster roared, shoving the young girl away. It felt drained, by a force it could not comprehend. ::Lil' muties...::It seethed, breathing short deep breaths. Blood, seeped through the wound where Isabel had stabbed it. Every time it tried to moved, it growled, feeling a sheer ache of pain, rippling through his chest.
[glow=red,2,300]'Terrance, I know you can hear me. Control him!' she called mentally, her mind beginning to really grasp control of reaching into a psyche. [/glow] ::It's tha' girl...the woman...F-fiona?:: The monster shook it's head. It uttered a whimper, trying to shake off the unexpected visitor in it's mind. ::She's nothin' ta ya...she'll...NO! She's only tryin' to get me...SILENCE...:: It writhed, snarling and aruging deep in it's mind. ::I NEED to...GET OUT!::
Fiona concentrated hard as she attempted to continue what she was doing. Even though she was confused as to how she was doing it, she knew that now was not the time for explanations. Hearing Dakota, she raised an eyebrow before responding: "I think I've got that, Dakota..."
Returning to the task at hand, she quickly proceeded to try and get in deeper. She could feel the beast within Terrance, and she could see he was still rampant. 'Terrance, please. You are stronger than this. You can do it...' she whispered, and pushed more of her influence towards him. 'Please...' she said again, sinking to her knees with the brunt of the emotions and images she was being plunged into.
(OOC: I thought I’d throw this n, if you’d rather ignore it than do so and I’ll delete it)
As soon as the change in Calley’s vitals was noted as he transformed Hunter was notified. Quickly reviewing the bell camera footage he decided to send in some assistance, as both Calley and Dakota were there, and he’d rather not have them brought in by the police for questioning, especially as Dakota probably wouldn’t let them take him without a fight.
He quickly organised for the police response to be officers that were on his pay roll, and they were notified to ensure that Calley and Dakota were to leave without incident and that Fiona’s safety is their secondary priority. They would tell Calley and Dakota that they worked for him, but the others were to be kept in the dark.
With that done he sat back and reviewed the footage of the man called Terrance. Something about him was familiar, and the fact that he was also Romanian intrigued him. When he got the chance he would have someone find out his last name and check his family history. Perhaps he had met, or even killed, a relative in the past.
However, there were more pressing matters, and when he got the chance he’d have to teach Dakota about discretion. If he continued to flaunt his mutant abilities then it could jeopardise Hunter’s objectives.
Police sirens could be heard approaching the bar as a trio of squad cars raced towards it.
Posted by Cheshire on Jul 16, 2007 14:12:45 GMT -6
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Calley's head whipped away from Snarly and the Lady's ongoing saga, and towards the door. Police sirens. Did he hear police sirens? He was pretty sure he heard police sirens. Funny, he wasn't used to paying attention to sirens. Animal control didn't use them, and police usually didn't care about a wee little kitty cat. Calley had a bad, fur-standing-up-all-down-his-back feeling that they might care about a hulkin' huge kitty.
He looked back at the pleasant little scene they were making. Unconscious barkeep: check. Whimpering, growling, biting wolf man: check. Girl with a bow who liked to stab things and didn't play nice with police, the last time he checked: ...check. Add in the Lady who looked like she might faint if she kept up the mental tricks (he assumed that was what she was doing--Snarly seemed less bitey since she'd gotten that glazed look in her eyes), the fight-picking Parasite (not Calley's favorite person in the world right now), and the tiger (best not to forget about the tiger, really), and the scene was set for an all out overreaction by the police. He knew he wasn't looking forward to explaining this one to the nice officers' guns. The first thing they'd probably do was call for backup. The second thing they'd do would be to open fire. The third thing they'd do would be to stare down curiously at the bone spikes protruding from their chests in the half-second it took them to die.
It occurred to him that he'd better get his Isabel out of here. And himself. Definitely time to get himself out of here.
Calley did the sensible thing: he promptly abandoned his valiant vigil next to Fiona, and padded back behind the counter post-haste. Approximately a minute later, he stood up in human form, wearing a noxiously filthy shirt and tightening a belt around a pair of pants far too big for him. That barkeep could stand to lose some weight. He was also blushing a bit, but he was determined to convince himself that no one had glanced back during that brief time he'd been both fur-less and clothes-less.
"Hey, Isabel," he began smoothly, "I know a place that does midnight B-rated horror movie showings. Care to run from the law with me?" It was possibly the stupidest pick-up line he would ever use in his life. Considering Issie was currently standing over the wolf man she'd just stabbed, it was possibly the most ironically inappropriate one, too. Stupid blush; go away!
As for Fiona and Snarly... he didn't want to mess with that. It looked rather important and intense and not-wise-to-interrupt. And Dakota was a big fight-picking mafia-wanna-be boy; he could handle himself. That just left Issie and him, and the slim possibility that he was about to go on his first date. ...It really hadn't been the best time to ask her out, had it? Calley took a mental note: alcohol didn't make him any slicker.
Isabel stumbled back clumsily after the rough little shove she'd been given from the Big Bad Wolf, having to stick the tip of her sword into the hardwood floor to keep from tumbling over and landing flat on her back. Maybe drinking half that bottle of vodka on top of the red wine had been a bit of a mistake, especially with Mr. Sunshine's anger management problems running amuck. Too bad Mr. Parasite over there had dropped the wolf to the floor. Isabel hadn't had a really good fight in a while. People were just much too fragile these days. Regaining her posture she removed the pointed tip from the floor and kept it pointed at Fuzzy. Everyone knows an animal is most dangerous when wounded or cornered, and this Terran guy was both of those things. The sound of sirens caught her immediate attention while she was watching the beast flop around on the ground like a fish out of water, only taking a brief moment to cast a glance at the door. Oh goodie, more of New York's finest to toy around with. She did start to wonder how they found out about the little brawl, though. As far as she could tell they'd been fairly quiet about it considering the little hole-in-the-wall bar was practically deserted and nothing had spilled out onto the streets where a panic could be raised.
Hearing her name spoken, she turned her attention over to the speaker, finding it to be Calley in an outfit she could have sword the bar tender had been wearing back when he was still conscious. She quirked a brow slightly at his proposal and gave a slightly amused smile. How could she possibly say no to an invitation to a horror flick, and the guy that had asked her wasn't half that bad either. The blush definitely wasn't working against him. Figuring that Fiona woman had things covered, she let her bone weapon slide back up through her palm and back into her arm, taking another step or two away from the disgruntled woodland creature. "Sure, Calley. I'll go with you if you'd like," she replied, giving another smile. "Do you want to sneak out the back door, or go through the front and say hello to the boys in blue?"
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Cheshire on Jul 16, 2007 17:57:00 GMT -6
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Calley gave a little mental shudder. Say hello to the boys in blue, huh? Calley knew what her idea of a friendly handshake was. His lips quirked into a grin. "Pfft. If we say hello to them, one thing will lead to another, and the next thing you know, they'll be sitting behind us in the theater with those stupid police radios on. Do you really want to hear about Joe Doe’s drug bust during the middle of ‘Invasion of the Body Snatchers’? I don’t think so.” He nodded in agreement with himself. In conclusion: “Back door.” As an after thought, he turned to his fellow employee: “We leave the rest in your hands, dear Parasite.” Have fun cleaning up the mess you made.
She was very cute when she smiled. Of course he’d known that already, but—wait. She’d said yes? Whoot! He made an effort to stand up a little straighter. Good posture: helping short guys seem taller since humanity became bipedal. With the police sirens coming noticeably closer, he led the way to the back door, and opened it with a dramatic flourish and a gentlemanly bow. “After you,” he said. The door connected to a little trash-strewn side alley, complete with rusty dumpsters and rats. Rats: the grade F meat of the cat world. They lacked the delicate whisker-twitching seasoning of mice, and where far too stringy to compare with the juicy plumpness of pigeons. While not quite as tough as English sparrows, they couldn’t hold a candle to the sharp tang of bats—
Okay, seriously. It was past time for him to be human again.
He glanced down the alleyway both ways. Flashing lights just starting to appear that way; dark humid New York night that way. Hmm... tough choice. He led Issie pointedly away from her favorite playmates. “So,” he said conversationally. “The theater is about two blocks that way and another one that-a-way. It’s called ‘The Black Lagoon’.” Those lights were definitely getting closer, never mind that obnoxious siren. Time to get them out of here. He quirked an eyebrow mischievously—“Race you,” he challenged—and took off.
Amusement colored Isabel's features again as Calley commented on her little inquiry about the boys in blue. The kid had a sense of humor, major bonus points for that. People need to add a little humor to life. What's the fun in living it if you've got to be boring and stuffy all the time? "You do have a point there, my good man. If three is a crowd, having the whole squad tag along would be one nice big recipe for a seriously claustrophobic situation," she replied, casting a glance over at the Dakota kid who seemed to be just kickin' back and observing everything that was going on. Heh, way to go leech boy, enjoy your brief experience as a janitor. Nice how things seem to come around full circle, isn't it? Eagerly she followed her new found friend toward the back door, giving a small grin and making an equally exaggerated exit as it was opened for her. If she wasn't allowed to play with the cops, then a sneaky little escape was the next most appealing option, especially since she expected to hear the calls for them to come out with their hands up to interrupt this little get together at any minute.
Skipping over a rat here and there as the skittered about underfoot, she listened to Calley's instructions for which way to go to get to the theater. 'The Black Lagoon', huh? A little unoriginal, but it certainly got the point across concerning the genre of movies that were shown there. Three or so blocks away wasn't all that difficult, either. She just hoped that there wouldn't be a squad car out patrolling the streets after the station had somehow been notified of their little scuffle back at the bar. When her escort took off, it took her a brief moment to register his challenge before she hurried to catch up to him. "Hey! No fair! You can't start a race if you've already begun running!" she called after him, another grin of enjoyment finding its way onto her features once again. He certainly knew how to keep a gal on her toes. Since he hadn't gotten too far ahead of her, it only took a moment to catch up to him again before she reached a hand out to tag him on the shoulder, sticking her tongue out at him as she did so. "Catch me if you can," she said, throwing his challenge right back at him. Being the kind of person that she was, Isabel had had plenty of practice running from and evading people who were chasing her. Let's just see if Calley can keep up.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Cheshire on Jul 16, 2007 21:00:30 GMT -6
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Oh, so that's how it's going to be, Calley thought, as Isabel tagged him and actually managed to pull ahead. Granted that he'd never seen her run before, so he shouldn't be so shocked: but still. Ribbon girl could move. Heh. But Calley wasn't exactly a slouch, either--two years of on-and-off the street living as a small, kickable animal had kept him quite fit. He put on an extra burst of speed as they cleared the alleyway and hit the first real street. "Nice night for a quiet moonlit stroll, isn't it?" He inquired pleasantly, looking back as he passed her by. His breath was coming smooth and even--so far, no sweat. Gotta be faster than that, Issie.
[glow=red,2,300]'Terrance, please. You are stronger than this. You can do it...' she whispered, and pushed more of her influence towards him. 'Please...' she said again, sinking to her knees with the brunt of the emotions and images she was being plunged into. [/glow]
The moster's fur stood on end. ::Wha' is this girl doin'?:: It asked iself. Something was tugging from inside it's mind and it roared, twisting it's head in the direction of the inner voice. There it saw Fiona on the ground. ::Ya are nothin'...Jus' leave m' 'ead...I'm in control..I will be...:: It's long arms raised from the ground, holding it's head, and letting out a long mournful howl. ::I'm no' a monster...I'm no'...I'm...:: The once distant and barely audible voice of Terrance, in his mind grew louder, fighting it's other self..and apparenlty fighting hard, as the monster writhed and growled.
It froze, hearing a distant but growing near siren. It's ears perked up, twitching and picking up the noise. This noise sounded slightly familiar. This one had heard this noise numerous times butt where? The siren grew louder and higher pitched in his ears. That's it...That's what it was....the Police...the auhorities...but how?
Isabel laughed as Calley passed by her and made his little comment, doing her best to keep pace with him so she wouldn't fall too far behind. "You show off!" she accused, knowing full well she was guilty of that very same crime, but that little fact wouldn't stop her from opening her big mouth to tease the guy. She couldn't help it even if she wanted to, teasing was what she did. It was always interesting to see how people reacted to it. At least with the setting of the sun, the streets had become far less crowded then they always were during the day, making dodging people while traveling around at reckless speeds all that much easier. And on that note of reckless speeds, it was actually quite impressive that Calley could run this fast in those pants, which looked to be much too big for him.
Swerving around a young couple walking down the side of the street, Isabel was determined to at least keep Calley in her sights. There was no way she was going to lose that kid so easily. He was really making her work for it, that was for sure. She hadn't had this much of a challenge in quite a while. She was usually able to outrun most people that she'd ended up rubbing the wrong way. Gaining her own small burst of speed, she was at least able to keep pace beside him, keeping her breathing in check and her strides long and smooth. "You keep strolling along like you are and I'll get away from you in no time. Honestly, is that all you've got?" she commented, egging the kid on with a smug little grin.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Fiona felt herself growing faint, her body swaying with the lack of energy. 'Terrance...' she muttered in her mind, before losing all conciousness altogether. Her body slumped, and her head hit the ground roughly as the sound and vision left her world.
As Fiona stayed unconcious, she saw visions of the night's events in her mind--a snarling monster, a small woman, a tiger, the man behind the counter... Her thoughts swirled in her mind as she struggled to come to. And as she struggled, the police had no trouble reaching the scene.
Unconcious and faint, Fiona's psyche worked on overdrive. Moving about in the room, it grabbed a hold of Terrance.
"Get her out of here." it commanded, like a seperate entity in itself.
[glow=red,2,300]"Get her out of here." it commanded, like a seperate entity in itself. [/glow]
The Monster blinked. This voice, it was different but still Fiona's? ::F-fiona!:: Terrance's voice broke through the monster's rambles and orders in his mind. The Monster shook it's head, straightening it's back and watching her slump to the floor. The part of it's brain that was Terran wanted desperately to help her. But the other half still refused against it. ::I mus'...No...She nee's...Doe's no'!:: The Monster took one short step at a time, slowy towards Fiona. It did so almost willimgly and reluctantly.
It could hear the siren's getting closer and closer. They would probably arrive soon. And that would be bad. Mutants and humans...expecially monster, and fighting mutants did not mix well. And the half of the monster's brain that was Terrance knew it would not go down well when the police DID arrive. One step at a time, the heavy footsteps moving chairs and shaking empty or sort of empty drink glasses.
Fiona still lay slumped, her concious mind completely fried but her subconcious coming into much needed action. "Good, keep going. Take her out of this ridiculous bar."
As the voice spoke, Fiona stirred. "Terranze.." she mumbled, her head moving from one side to another. All she could see was engulfing darkness, and her ears seemed to hear a faint music--a sorrowful violin that played like a tape in her mind along with a swirling echo that seemed to fuel her subconcious.