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.
[glow=red,2,300]Dakota heard the man's answer. "Good." he said. He then turned to Calley. He shook his hand. "I'm Dakota. You can call me that or Parasite." [/glow]
Terran could hear the other's conversation. ::Parasite...Mutant?:: He wondered, signaling the already busy bartender. "Somethin' stronger 'keep." He ordered, also looking for a ashtray to burn his ciggerettes out in. The bartender seemed flustered with all the orders from him and all the other orders that kept being sent in. The bartender had to keep refilling his glass and filling another order from another person. ::'Ate ta be 'im righ' abou' now...:: He thought, a grin curling the corners of his lips. Terrance seemed to currently be amused by the bartenders actions and watching the young ones drink.
Posted by Cheshire on Jul 12, 2007 21:48:34 GMT -6
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Calley
"Slow down with those drinks, kid. Your lungs will thank you."
Calley descended into another coughing fit as his Isabel addressed him. "Thanks, Miss. M'Lady. Ah, Ma'am." He stumbled over, suddenly wondering how quickly three beers could make it to a teen's brain. "My lungs thank you, too."
Frankly, Calley was surprised his Isabel had taken the sudden switch in her drink order so well. Sure, she was a sweet girl--and currently one of his favorite people in the city; nay, the world--but she also had a cold-blooded-killer side. He was somehow expecting that anyone who came between her and her alcohol wasn't going to be seeing the sweet side. Mister Dakota and/or Parasite here had just gotten pretty lucky.
He turned to the slightly-intimidating-guy. Being a habitual information gatherer, it was bugging him that this guy was the only one at the bar Calley didn't know the name of. "So, ah... Nice jacket." He began lamely, pointing at the guy's leather jacket. "Matches my collar." Was this what a buzz felt like? "Umm, name's Calley." He stuck out his hand. "And I'm usually not this much of an idiot." Ah, his habitual lying was showing its head. So soon in the conversation, too.
He turned to the slightly-intimidating-guy. Being a habitual information gatherer, it was bugging him that this guy was the only one at the bar Calley didn't know the name of. "So, ah... Nice jacket." He began lamely, pointing at the guy's leather jacket. "Matches my collar." Was this what a buzz felt like? "Umm, name's Calley." He stuck out his hand. "And I'm usually not this much of an idiot." Ah, his habitual lying was showing its head. So soon in the conversation, too.
Terran put down his glass, turning towards the collared boy, now named "Calley". He looked down at the outstretched hand and the boy. "Terran. An'..thanks..." He said, simply. He didn't give his hand but he did give the boy his uninvited attention, which was something for Terrance. Especially with young people. "I see yer no' regularly a drinker..." He said, responding to how the boy spoke and acted. He was beginning to run out of ciggeretes, he observed and tried to make his last four cigerettes last as much as he could for the time being. He motioned towards the collar. "Tha' a new fashion or somethin'?" He asked, inhaling.
Posted by Cheshire on Jul 12, 2007 22:01:08 GMT -6
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"I see yer no' regularly a drinker..."
Calley laughed. It was funny. "Oh, you could say that." Okay, it wasn't quite that funny. Calley shut himself up with a distinct effort of will power. With sudden wisdom, he eased his drink a little further away from him. Pacing... he'd heard somewhere that pacing was a genius idea. He'd, ah, look into that. "Interesting accent, Mister Terran. Where you from?" He gave a little half-shrug. "I'm a Jersey boy, myself. Newark." He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I think I like New York better, actually. And that's saying something."
"Tha' a new fashion or somethin'?
Calley slapped on his best grin. "Mister Terran, Sir, you haven't turned the ladies' heads till you've walked down the street with a bell on your collar."
...He felt a well of self-loathing just saying that, but he kept it off his face surprisingly well. Stupid. Collar.
Dakota sat there silently through all of the introductions. He had no interest in meeting Terran. He thought it would be a good idea to find more out about him though. He brought out his Customized Blackberry. He selected the police records folder and typed in Terran. He came up with many results but quickly narrowed it down. It seemed like this guy had no criminal record. Dakota then changed his approach and looked at everyones Aura of Energy. They were all mutant-level except the bartender. Nobody else was here. Time for some fun. Dakota reached out and touched the bartenders face. The 'keep immediately fell over unconcious. Dakota then looked at everybody. "Seeing as we're all mutants here, lets do formal introductions. I am Dakota Crane and I am an Energy Manipulator."
"Interesting accent, Mister Terran. Where you from?" He gave a little half-shrug. "I'm a Jersey boy, myself. Newark." He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I think I like New York better, actually. And that's saying something."
Terran raised an' eyebrow, taking the ciggerette from his lips. ::Boy...This boy sure is prying..::Terrance thought, before replying. "Roman'a." Though his accent grew thicker when he said it. ::Man if 'e asks 'ow ol' I am...I swear..:: "Why're ya e're inna place like this?" He questioned, tapping the corner of an ashtray tor rid of hanging ash off the ciggerette. I::If e's askin' questions..I'll do the same..::
Dakota then looked at everybody. "Seeing as we're all mutants here, lets do formal introductions. I am Dakota Crane and I am an Energy Manipulator."
He watched the bartender fall unconcious. Cursing to himself, Terran stood. "Mess wi' m' drin's.." He growled, his eyes changing into a bright orange color...
Posted by Cheshire on Jul 12, 2007 22:18:35 GMT -6
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"Why're ya e're inna place like this?"
Calley's grin got wider, if anything. He raised his beer in a silent toast. When it came to answering questions, he was very good about being bluntly uninformative. "To get wasted, of course. And yourself, Sir?"
And that's about when the Barkeep fell over. Calley blinked twice, and then caught on that Dakota had done the deed. Parasite: riiight. Still, he couldn't help mutely pointing at the unconscious body on the floor, mouthing "What the Hell?" to himself. Seriously. Their drink man... What the? The Hell. Seriously.
Mister Terran was taking it even worse than Calley. He stood. The kind of stand that left his bar stool rattling in his wake. "Mess with my drinks.."
Calley stood himself, and vacated the area between the two men. He was an underage drinker, not a fighter. "Hey, now, let's not get all hasty in front of the Lady," he tried to calm them down with. His stupid bell was tinking again. Somewhere, he knew, Doc Jimmy was watching the video feed. He really really really didn't want a bar fight to get started, 'cause that might lead to police, and police might lead to his untimely explosion.
Dakota felt like a fight. After all, he had had a little bit of wine. Terran had lots of hard alcohol. Dakota used some of the energy he had taken from the bartender and shot it in an invisible laser at Terran. He would feel a sharp pain in his forehead.
Calley's grin got wider, if anything. He raised his beer in a silent toast. When it came to answering questions, he was very good about being bluntly uninformative. "To get wasted, of course. And yourself, Sir?"
Terran focused mainly on the siuation at hand. No barkeep. That meant no drinks. That meant no numbing his brain. That meant...Sh*t would happen soon. He growled a single word to reply to Calley, "Escape." He felt a sudden stab of pain in his head and grasped it. "Urrgh.."
Calley stood himself, and vacated the area between the two men. He was an underage drinker, not a fighter. "Hey, now, let's not get all hasty in front of the Lady," he tried to calm them down with. His stupid bell was tinking again. Somewhere, he knew, Doc Jimmy was watching the video feed. He really really really didn't want a bar fight to get started, 'cause that might lead to police, and police might lead to his untimely explosion.
Terran pushed the boy aside, with a quick movement. "No. I wanna know why DAKOTA is suddenly takin' ou' me frien' o'er there." He barked, teeth beared. His cannines began o elongate to four time their size. He was a little drunk at the moment, so his current control over his powers was a little off. Besides he hasn't had a good brawl in ages it seemed.
Dakota laughed at his growing teeth. "Don't you dare bite me you mutt." Dakota said in a humourous tone. He then Shot another bolt of energy. This one hit Terran in both eyes.
Posted by Cheshire on Jul 12, 2007 22:36:16 GMT -6
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Oookay... elongating canines were never a good sign, by Calley's measure. And while that "Escape" warning was nice 'n' all, Calley had never been the pick of the litter as far as brains went. Especially not when it came to things like, say, watching an interesting fight-in-progress. So instead of doing the smart thing--aka, high-tailing it out of there--he instead choose the stupid thing: he grabbed his Isabel's hand, and pulled her behind the bar. ((ooc: Hope you don't mind, Issie. )) It was a semi-safe spot to watch from. Hell, there was even a bag of popcorn under the counter. And he was fairly confident that if worst came to worse, he could pretty easily run the hell out of there and Isabel... well, Isabel could probably cream both of these guys. 'Specially since they both seemed even worse for wear than Calley. Which was sort of impressive. Guess I can hold my liquor better than I thought, he congratulated himself, pulling out the popcorn and offering some to Issie. Yummm... stale.
[glow=red,2,300]Dakota laughed at his growing teeth. "Don't you dare bite me you mutt." Dakota said in a humourous tone. He then Shot another bolt of energy. This one hit Terran in both eyes. [/glow]
Terrance covered his face with his hands, growling. "Mutt? An' who gave ya tha' imformation?" He asked, between rubbing his eyes with a hand. ::This is sor'a....fun...::He thought, with a curled grin. He could feel the monster's thoughts creeping into his. ::Tear 'is flesh fro' his bones! Snap 'is neck!:: Terran shook his head. "No' now." He breathed. Man...Alchohol...Fighting...this is what fueled Terrance's "beast" in the first place.
Fiona had been feeling sorta low as of late, as she had been missing her old life quite terribly. She missed the corruption, the energy, the attention, and most of all, the atmosphere. Getting decked out in leather pants that left nothing to the imagination, she coupled it with a black corset, knee high leather boots with metallic stiletto heels that could kill, and a leather jacket she hadn't worn since touring Germany. Making sure her prism was around her neck, she headed out into the city, looking for the seediest bar she could find to drown her sorrows into.
After having looked for about a half hour, she finally came across a rather shabby looking bar. Even though it seemed like it would be deserted, she rather liked the ambiance and headed inside. Looking around, her eyes widened as she looked at the scene before her.
"What the hell?" she said, and quickly noticed the hulking man standing before the counter was Terrance!
Noticing that he didn't look too good, and that the man behind the counter looked as though he fully intended to make the night into a full brawl, she unleashed a massive wave of calming emotion on the place as she made eye contact with the man behind the bar. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head for a moment and approached the counter. Placing her hands on her hips, she looked the man behind the counter over once, before looking back at Terrance.
"Terrance, take a seat..." she said softly, making sure her voice would reach into his mind.
Looking back to the guy behind the counter, she introduced herself. "I'm Fiona Ciapercelli... Are you the bartender?" she asked, sweetly.
[glow=red,2,300]"Terrance, take a seat..." she said softly, making sure her voice would reach into his mind. [/glow]
Terrance caught a very familiar scent. Though he couldn't quite place it in his current state. Then he saw her. Fiona. Why did she have to choose those clothes. For a man of his stature... those clothes were very..well...thought provoking.
All the while, the monster was whispering in his ear which grew louder but her voice seemed to pass through it slightly. His shoulders were moving up and down when he breathed. ::Ya 'ave time..jus' one single taste...:: It whispered, egging him on. ::Ya 'aven' 'ad such young blood in a while...don' ya wan' a bite?:: It's voice was much like his, in his mind, except, it was also very, very tempting to him. He shook his head, trying to shake the unknown force out of his thoughts. "Go...Away.." He whispered, his nails becoming longer and more clawlike. He could already feel his hair standing on end, on his arms,legs, and such. Her voice...it sent a shiver downhis spine as it echoed through his brain.
Posted by Cheshire on Jul 12, 2007 23:18:07 GMT -6
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Calley was feeling rather lazily content all of the sudden. Lying-in-a-sunbeam content. And though he realized this was probably the new woman's fault, and it was probably some horrible manipulative mutation of hers, he really couldn't bring himself to care. Instead, he lazily crossed his arms and set them on the counter, leaning over it and blinking somewhat sleepily as she approached. He felt... relaxed. Very, very relaxed. Though he didn't quite appreciate those looks she keep sending him. Just 'cause a guy was munchin' popcorn and not about to break up a brawl-in-progress...
"He started it," Calley accused, directing her attention to Dakota. "I am perfectly innocent." And he actually was. Wow.
"I'm Fiona Ciapercelli... Are you the bartender?"
"Nope, just your friendly neighborhood underage spectator. But while I'm back here..." He looked at the bottles all around him. "Can I get you something?" It couldn't be that hard to mix a drink. Alcohol + alcohol = fantastic.