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 Sebastian on Oct 22, 2011 9:44:36 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian stopped mid-motion as a sword sailed towards him. It wasn't in danger of actually hitting him, so he didn't move. What on earth was she trying to do?
His confusion grew as she stepped forward, knelt in front of him, and peeled his fingers away from the hilt of the sword and put them in her mouth. Sebastian transferred the sword carefully to his other hand before he lost his grip completely and dropped it on her.
Was this another of her strange ways of making advances? But it was too out of the blue for that, unless his swordsmanship had been just that impressive. No, it had to be something else.
“What on earth are you doing?” He didn't try to pull his hand away. He just wanted to try and figure her out. She wasn't an easy one to puzzle out, even with all his years of experience with different kinds of people.
Swords. She put her lips around his fingers and flicked her tongue across the pads of each of his fingers as she thought about swords. Turns out there were all different kinds that this guy knew. She wanted them all.
Noel didn't even try to stop and view the images as they flew past her minds eye. This was perhaps the first time she had done this with a goal in mind and, though she was curious, the massive blur of colors, mostly tan and red and silver, would all be hers soon enough. She could pick through it in her own mind at her leisure and hopefully, after this, use the knowledge to hold the sword steady herself.
It didn't take too long, but certainly longer than was polite... if there even was such a thing as finger licking etiquette.
The pupil rocked back onto her heels as she let his hand go. Older than the Trojan Hose... her head felt so full and just thinking of wooden structure brought images of swords in hand to mind. Swords not too unlike the shorter Greek sword she had nabbed from the store.
Noel wiped the moisture from his fingers off with her hand and then wiped her hand on her dress. The dress would have to go. Seeing her legs folded beneath her made her think of how important it was to keep moving and how the feet and footing could make or break a fight.
And he had been in so many fights. Fights in what could now only be described as costume.
She bunched up her skirt and tied it in a knot somewhere around her knees. Then, she took the sword that she had thrown into the ground as she reclaimed her footing.
"Do you remember that time, in Bursa?" She knew now that the sword in her hand was a cutlass. She didn't know where Bursa was. "You picked up a cutlass like this. Not to fight, but to farm..." She looked at the weapon in her hand. It was more than just a killing tool.
She gripped it, saw him grip it a hundred different times in a mere moment and adjusted her grip before leveling the tool at Sebastian. "I see the past with my mouth." There was no way to make that sound cool so she just said it and then swung.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 22, 2011 11:14:35 GMT -6
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She didn't answer right away, just kept methodically tasting each finger in turn. It was strange, but almost sensual. When she finally dried and released his hand he flexed his now free fingers and examined them to see if anything had changed.
No, they were the same as always. Pale white, with slightly darker smudges like fingerprints on the backs of his knuckles. He couldn't remember any more how he had gotten those scars when every other scar on his body faded.
“Bursa?” How did she know anything about that?
Oh. Tasting the past. Interesting.
She picked up her cutlass again, and this time her grip was perfect, her stance was perfect, as if she had centuries of practice.
Her swing was perfect, too.
Sebastian's body remembered what to do before his mind even registered the surprise. The sword in his left hand swung upwards, blocking her cutlass. He pushed backwards, then stepped away.
“Apparently you did learn something,” he admitted as her circled her position, keeping his left handed sword extended towards her. “Did you learn to block, too?”
The unicorn man advanced with a three part attack, left, right, and low, testing her out.
He blocked and their swords made an X just as he said she should do. She saw someone explaining to him about force and how a proper block would keep the swords from slipping, though if he made a mistake that was what the guard was for...
At first Noel hesitated before each movement. She would see what he was doing, see what she needed to do and that would take a moment to process before her body could match the movement. All it took was trying it once to confirm the validity of the memory. It felt right. It felt like the million other times he had done it.
She knocked his sword away each of the three times, an x block, a swat, and a low x. A hundred long dead teachers confirmed that she was doing well. And the next step was just there. She saw it in her mind and it was easy to emulate. Noel changed into a less defensive stance to strike out again.
Close in to the chest, right, high, defend. She kept light on her feet and flexible in her movements. By now, she had come to trust what she saw and the only times she hesitated were when she saw something unusual, a turn or perhaps when a memory of terrain was particularly distracting.
Her eyes were distant, but focused on the fight rather than their actual surroundings.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 22, 2011 21:01:42 GMT -6
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Sebastian was surprised to see such progress in such a short time. One minute had been all it had taken for her to absorb Thibault's defense, the De La Vega manuever, the Carranza method. One minute and she was pushing him backwards towards the trees with a slash that looked like it descended directly from Iizasa Ienao and a thrust from Tamariz. She moved her feet like Camillo Agrippa and blocked like Johannes Liechtenauer.
One moment, she drew from ancient Japan, another from German longsword trandition, then she surprised him with a move not seen since Roman gladiators marched across the middle east, passing through Bursa on their way to conquering India.
She really did know everything he knew.
With each parry, he cleared his mind of any lingering emotions, and paid attention to only the two swords in front of him. His own broadsword and her cutlass. The way her feet danced towards him in a line, his own feet darting sideways, circling around.
Normally he would try to keep all the different styles separate, to follow the same rules that an opponent would follow. Never had he faced an opponent who knew exactly what he knew. It was like fighting against his own shadow.
The swords flashed, his mind raced to keep up. Samurai blocked fencer, knight attacked gladiator. On and on. He retreated to the trees. He should have been using his right hand, but she didn't even give him time to switch. He tried to take advantage of his longer blade by keeping out of reach, but she was relentless.
His left shoulder burned with heat and cold. Sweat trickled down his forehead.
The more their blades met, the more natural it felt. The dance went through ages and styles and settings she never would have experienced if it weren't for this man's very old and very experienced fingers.
Half the time she wasn't seeing him. She was seeing some foe or friend clashing up against him, doing the same strike or parry.
His brow glistened. She was downright sweating.
They maneuvered through many of the wooded areas, keeping away from paths and man made hinderances like trash cans or park benches. Matching swipe for swipe and clash for clang. She couldn't have guessed for how long they matched so equally despite the difference in weapons. It had to end eventually.
Suspended between times and realities made it hard to always be aware of the terrain. Or maybe she was getting too tired. Noel made a mistake.
She knew it as soon as she moved. She swung too high. He swung just low enough. She tried to move, but the reach difference in sword length was enough to guarantee a hit. He caught her midsection. A shallow slice through fabric and skin, but little else.
The bite was enough for her to realize that too much more of this and she would get it worse. Her arms were burning and sweat threatened to overrun her brow and drip into her eyes. She didn't yet have the stamina.
"I" She huffed. "I yield." Noel was having a hard time catching her breath.
Another image came to mind. A way to offer the sword to the better man. She tried it out, but raising her arms up toward even a lowered head made the cut in her side ache. It didn't really hurt until then.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 24, 2011 18:37:00 GMT -6
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It could have just as easily been Sebastian who made the first mistake. His muscles were not used to this after so many years. As for his lungs, he hadn't even been exercising more than his usual brisk walks around town lately, and he was just as short of breath as his opponent. Clearly they needed to get into shape so that next time they'd both be at their peak.
He stepped back, raised his blade, and bowed to acknowledge her concession, then propped his sword on his shoulder and stepped toward her to heal the damage he had done to her stomach. Luckily it wasn't deep. If she'd dodged a fraction of a second earlier he would have missed her completely.
“Thank you for the match, you were a most worthy opponent,” He was all seriousness through the ritual ending of the match, then let himself smile. A cocky smile, perhaps.
“So, what did I win,” he asked, using her words from earlier in the evening.
He put his hand to her side and the relief was instant. Stabbing cold, but instant. She couldn't help but smile too. It felt good to do something, to learn and use that knowledge and actually succeed at something.
> “So, what did I win?”
She blinked. What could she possibly give him that could compare with that?
Well, he parroted her words. She thought back about what he had said and asked for... and decided to fulfill the only suggestion he had given to her tonight that she had not yet followed. "My dress." There was an eyelet hook at the top and a short zipper at the base of the low back. It only took a moment, but she stepped out of the filthy rag and handed it off without hesitation or self-consciousness. Seeing the blood and grime made her glad it was gone once it was off.
That left Noel unblemished in her under things as she collected her sword again. It was a little chilly to be out in so little, but she wasn't about to complain in front of her teacher. "Any more lessons?"
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 28, 2011 23:44:39 GMT -6
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The edges of the sky were beginning to turn grey, signaling the end of the night and the beginning of the next day. The long day was beginning to catch up to him; it was beginning to effect his sense of humor. The unicorn man looked from the sword in his one hand to the dress in his other and laughed.
He wasn't sure why it was humorous that she would now, after spending so long being hampered by it, finally take that off when it was all over and it didn't even matter any more.
Yeah, it was definitely time to call it a day. He walked back to where they had left their stolen blades and scooped them all into a bundle with the extra fabric of the dress.
“No more lessons for today. Let's get you home before you freeze. Where do you live?”
He laughed at her. She gave him skeptical eyebrows and a frown and that about covered it. He didn't seem to be laughing in any way that wasn't just tired and amused. Otherwise she'd have given him more than just eyebrows. Sebastian recovered the pile of swords and Noel just stuck with her one. It was a versatile tool. More than just a weapon. She liked that, even if it wasn't the longest biggest or baddest weapon in the stack.
She followed him around absently.
But he wanted to know where she lived... she had to top and think on it for a minute. Noel remembered coming and going from a gym several times. She glanced at her wrist, almost out of habit, but there was no watch or anything but smooth and untouched skin.
"I don't live in Manhattan. I live above a gym by Prospect Park." She motioned over her shoulder and behind her even though she had no idea of her orientation in relation to her home.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 30, 2011 19:30:59 GMT -6
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Sebastian had no idea where that was. Luckily, cab drivers usually knew their way around the city pretty well. He led the way back to the street and managed to find a cab. The light on the top indicated that it was in service, but the driver was hunched over on the inside, sleeping.
Sebastian knocked on the window, startling the guy awake.
“You again?” The cabbie sputtered.
Sebastian blinked. Ah, yes. This was the man that had brought them to the sword smith.
“Yes. We require your services once more. This time we’d like to go to the gym in Prospect Park.”
The cabbie eyed Noel, but Sebastian stepped into his line of vision, blocking the view with a whole bundle of fabric and swords, “Will that be a problem?”
The cabbie chuckled, “No, I suppose not.”
--
They got to the gym before sunrise, but only barely. Sebastian narrowed his eyes, inspecting the place. So this is where she lived.
Once she was sitting in the cab, the day's and night's events started to catch up to her. Moving around in the chill, she'd been more worried about staying warm than the burn in her arms and legs. It was a good burn, but it made the gently rocking car all the more soporific.
The brunette was dozing by the time the cab stopped and was confused at first. She recognized this place...
With bleary eyes Noel creeeeeaked the front door open. A soft, rhythmic pattering made her pause. The creak made the boxer stop his training and whistle.
"Hooo, girl. Late night?"
A headache was forming somewhere behind her left eye. "Early morning." Noel waved Sebastian in after her and his jaw dropped.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 30, 2011 21:03:19 GMT -6
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Sebastian stepped in through the door, not sure if he approved of this place or not. It smelled like a bunch of sweaty men doing sweaty things. Not really a place for a lady to be living.
There seemed to be a whole bunch of strange machines lined up against the walls. Twisted hulking metal things with pulleys, straps, bars, and bricks. They looked like they were built especially for different types of torture.
There were also large cylinders hanging from the ceilings. One of these was receiving a beating from a muscular man with his hands taped into fists, who only paused to cat call his companion as she walked in.
Almost automatically, as if by long ingrained habit, Sebastian stepped forward to defend his lady's honor. He dropped the whole pile of swords, save for the broad sword, which he held out toward the other man threateningly.
MacMillan's words were as stiff and stout as he was. Refrigerator boxes took up whole door ways. MacMillain had to turn sideways to walk comfortably through and that more than just gut he was carrying around. There was the hardened muscle of a has been under the comfortable layer of fat.
And of course, Sebastian just let the whole mess of swords clatter noisily to the ground. "Augh. Who's gonna pick all that up?" She was asking in more of a rhetorical way since the brunette was already leaning down to gather the pieces up.
Which meant bending over.
Which meant exposing her limited amount of underwear.
MacMillain turned red before he turned purple. "Noel, sweety. You need to get upstairs." It was when he talked quietly that she knew that she was really in trouble.
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 30, 2011 21:55:48 GMT -6
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Noel... sweety?
Sebastian narrowed his eyes further and did not answer rhetorical questions about whether or not he was holding a sword. It would seem that this place was crawling with undesirable characters.
At least he agreed with this large new comer on one thing. Noel needed to get upstairs. If he had realized what kind of place this gym was, he never would have accepted the dress as a trophy.
“We were just heading in that direction,” there was something gruff in his voice reminiscent of the growling he had done earlier in the trashed shop. It was a warning to the large man not to get too close to the underwear clad brunette or his overly large stomach would have an overly large sword sticking through it.
The “sweety” had pretty much settled it for Sebastian. He didn't trust this place enough to leave Noel here alone. Especially with the kinds of mixed messages that she could send. Like giving away her clothing. No, he'd have to stay here to make sure nothing happened to his promising young apprentice.