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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Posted by Amp/Vibe on Feb 12, 2008 23:05:02 GMT -6
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(OOC: Sorry again for another delay. Life's busy. lol)
Vibe wasn't sure if the sound masking worked or not. She couldn't hear anything but the song she concentrated on, but that didn't necessarily mean no one else could, either.
The minute passed, with no sign of the Stalker. Vibe hit the 'stop' keys on all the recorders, then rewound them. She stood, but had to reach out and grab a shelf to steady herself. She felt dizzy, and her vision blurred a bit. Either she'd overextended herself, or her sugar level was dropping. Either way, she needed food.
"Now may be a good time to leave," Naveed whispered. The clerk sat unmoving at the counter, apparently ordered to remain there.
Vibe nodded. "I'm ready. I just need someone to take these out and play them, as far from here as possible." She motioned to the recorders. "You need to order them to walk away, play the tape, rewind it and play it again. And keep walking until a Stalker stops them."
Her orders were a bit short. She was selfish and irritable enough, at the moment, not to wonder or care that perhaps ordering people around was draining on Naveed as well.
She turned back to the clerk. "Where're the back ways out of here? The loading docks and all that."
As Naveed set to work finding a suitable guy to carry all the equipment and sending him off to do their bidding, The clerk went about pointing on their map the best way to exit. There was a fire escape stairwell at the opposite side of the store that would lead them to a loading bay. Problem was it was solid concrete and would mess up Vibe's hearing sensors if she tried to hear the Stalker coming.
Naveed returned and took one look at her deciding that that wouldn't exactly be the end of the world. "You're looking very pale." he said stepping back to really look at her. She no longer looked like the fiery spit gal he'd met hours earlier- she looked weak and frail.
"Let's hurry, you don't have a choice on this one." he said picking her up and anchoring her on his back. Without thinking in a comedic way he waved to the clerk and thanked him as he trotted off down the halls. "I think it's working." he said mentioning her playback trick.
He neared the stairwell and opened the heavy steel door then looked down the spiraling staircase. "Hell no! We aren't walking down this!" with an adjustment of Vibe on his back making sure she was there and hanging on tight he leapt over the banister and strait through the center of the spiraling stairs down to the concrete floor. He landed with a bit of pain from the shock in his legs but this only motivated him to move faster.
He could see the exit... he dashed for it an through a few security guards.
Once outside he could see the place surrounded by SWAT and paramedics. He turned his head away in desgust as pieces of people were being carried out of the mall. There were police lines everywhere.
"Hey you! Survivors! Wait we need to ask you a few questions...!" Naveed started to run for it and for a split second he turned around and yelled, "Those damn stalkers went ape-shit and killed a bunch of people!" not that he really cared about people... but any bad press for the stalkers was good for him.
He lept over the barrier and into the street breaking into a full blown run.
After about twenty minutes of running through the busy streets of newyork with a girl on his back Naveed was finally exhausted. He parked her down on a bench next to a bus stop and collasped into a heap down beside her. "How you feelin Fishy?" he asked through deep breaths.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Feb 13, 2008 22:06:01 GMT -6
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(OOC: Actually concrete would increase her range. Not sure why, but sound travels faster through solid objects and water, than it does through air. Odd, isn't it? lol)
"You're looking very pale. Let's hurry, you don't have a choice on this one."
Vibe put up minimal argument, most of it mumbled inaudibly, as he picked her up again. At least this time he gave her the dignity to hang onto his back, rather than simply carry her like a sack of potatoes.
They made it to the back stairs with minimal fuss, not surprising considering the more pressing issues in the mall proper. Naveed leaned over to look at the stairs, and she leaned further to look over his shoulder. It was a long way down.....
"Hell no! We aren't walking down this!"
"And how else do you expe-eeaaiiii!!!!" Her query ended in a shriek as Naveed took the shortest, and quickest way down. She gripped his shoulders in a death grip as her heart and stomach were left back on the landing. When he landed she began giggling ecstatically, like a little girl.
"Now that was a rush!!"
She continued to giggle as Naveed dodged the police and other badges, then continued on through the city. When he finally stopped and let her down, she'd stopped giggling, but still grinned hugely. She felt a bit dizzy as she stood back on firm ground, and leaned against the bus bench to steady herself.
"How you feelin Fishy?"
Since he'd given her a rather enjoyable ride, all she did was reach out and thwack him on the arm; she would have hit his head, but he was just so darn tall.
"I need to eat. How 'bout you?" She pulled out the little roll of cash, that she'd 'acquired' at the start of this mess, from the top of her shirt. "My treat, since you're not such a jerk after all." She smirked impishly.
ooc: really? I was thinking a long the lines of cellhpones and internet and how you cant get service! neat! learn something everyday!
ic: Naveed smiled at her giggling. Maybe it was a shock reaction or she really was enjoying it. He couldn;t know for sure.
When they were sitting and she didn't respond to the fishy comment he knew he'd finally won her over. Good. She was a good aly to have. He gave a laugh himself. "Food? Food sounds like a fabulous idea!" he bellowed standing up and scooping her up to a standing position. "Vibe my dear," he started as they slowly walked down the street towards a local bistro. "That was a genious escape!" he panned his hand infront of their faces "a mastermind escape!" he insisted. "I could use someone with your talents back home. I'll reutrn one day and take my rightful place as leader of my tribe..." he started to trail off delerious. "I think I'm hungrier than I thought." he chuckled.
He stopped her infront of the Bistro and they were looked over by the usher. He gave a look of distatse but Naveed told him they were old friends with the owner. "Hang on to your money," he insisted. "If they're going to take the hook here we might as well let 'em. Maybe you can get us a cab someplace safe afterwards." he didn't admit that he didn't want to leave her just yet.
He was intrigued by her and fascinated at the concept of having two of her. He wanted to know what else she could do. She could be a real asset.
ooc: sometimes Navi gets prettys self-centered with his tribe domination thing... lol
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Feb 17, 2008 15:41:37 GMT -6
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Vibe nearly lost her balanced as she again scooped her up, then set her down.
"Okay, ya need to stop doing that. I mean, honestly, ever heard of personal space, Pal?"
However, his over the top praises definitely appealed to her vanity. Not one to be practical, now that the danger was passed it was also forgotten from Vibe's mind. She smiled smugly.
"It was just a bucket of bolts. Big deal." She waited until Naveed looked away to steal a wary glance over her shoulder.
".... your talents back home."
"Say what?" Vibe turned her her attention back to her tall companion, who was now rattling on about something else.
"I'll reutrn one day and take my rightful place as leader of my tribe..... I think I'm hungrier than I thought."
The petite redhead raised one eye, suddenly a tad wary again. "Where's home?" He had an accent. A 'tribe', eh? Didn't Scotland have tribes? Or Ireland? European places always had tribes, or clans, or whatever, right? And there were lots of valuables to be lifted and turned. Once Amp was free, maybe allowing themselves to follow Naveed home could turn out very profitable. At least for the sisters. She could care less about a tribe overthrow or such nonsense. But perhaps she could sucker Naveed into thinking she did.
"Food it is then." She pasted a sickeningly sweet smile on her face.
Hang on to your money. If they're going to take the hook here we might as well let 'em. Maybe you can get us a cab someplace safe afterwards."
"Sure babe." Her car wasn't far now. With a short cab fair, she was getting off still with quite a bit of spare cash. Enough to still stop and pick up a decent few set of cloths.
Legitamitely. And in another part of the state. As much as she disliked having to actually pay for something she could sweet talk someone out of, she disliked a lack of freedom even less.
She sat at the table and looked at the menu. Despite it being a fairly classy little cafe, it still had pizza on the menu, like nearly every other menu in the city. Since her sugar was low, she ordered two slices of ham and pineapple, and a diet coke. That out to unfuzz her senses a bit.
While they waited, she attempted to get a bit more information out of Naveed, starting with playing the perfect, flattering date.
"Thank you for saving me back there. I never would have gotten away on my own." She beamed brightly.
Naveed was such a sucker for a pretty face and he took Vibe's bait hook line and sinker. Then again, Naveed *did* like to talk, especially about himself. "To be honest," he admitted "I don't think I've ever used my powers so much in a day. I should do it more often... might understand it a bit except that..." he trailed off thinking of the friend he told to drop dead. His stone face looked reflective for a moment. "...it always open to interpurtation..." he trailed off again ordering some fish and salad. He missed fish. Back home it was what he ate the most of.
"I'm from the Artic" he said dropping the bomb likely dashing her ideas of perhaps a tropical and wealthy place. "There's a few cities, yellowknife and places like that... they've got a fair bit of technology too but they're reliant on trade with ships and planes to bring in supplies... even my tribe has to venture into the city occasionally during the months without the sun. The hunting is fine, but you can't always get veggies..."
as the food arrived he continued to blather on. "My sister and I are royalty among our tribe. Son and daughter of a previous leader... but because we were too young when our father died neither one of us were able to assume the leader role. I know... it sounds like something from a pathetic story..." he yawned and gave a stretch. "but it's true. My uncle assumed the throne so to speak, he's the one to throw Raina out of the tribe because of her gifts. There were legends of chanters like her in our past. She wasn't banished like me though... Raina didn't kill anyone with her powers..."
He was unaware of the incriminating statement he'd just made. He was caught in his memories. "Either way, there's much to behold from our tribe. Centuries of fortune past down through the ages. When I free Raina of the camps and let her know about my ability she will accompany back to take our rightful place. I'm hoping to find some other mutants to help as well. With others at my side I can convince all of the tribe and we can start convincing the north. Once we have the north... well it's only a matter of time before mutants will be treated as the God's abd Goddesses they are..."
Naveed was a bit of an idealist, but he was passionate about mutants being dominant as anyone could see.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Feb 18, 2008 18:06:15 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
"I'm from the Artic."
>Ugh! So much for that idea...< She didn't bother to keep the smile in place, grimacing instead.
"There's a few cities, yellowknife and places like that... they've got a fair bit of technology too but they're reliant on trade with ships and planes to bring in supplies... even my tribe has to venture into the city occasionally during the months without the sun. The hunting is fine, but you can't always get veggies..."
>Eeww.... definitely not my idea of a vacation spot.<
She sighed and looked out the window as Naveed babbled on about his sister and uncle and something about being banished. Yeah, fun, whatever, blah blah blah....
Vibe yawned and turned her attention to her food.
"....it's only a matter of time before mutants will be treated as the God's and Goddesses they are..."
"Yeah, well if I want to be a godess, I'd rather rule someplace with a mall." Although her mouth was full, closed and she was chewing, her voice came through the choker speaker clearly and ungarbled.
"I mean, why bother?" she continued on. "If the place is just snow and ice, what's the point of taking over? With a power like yours, ya oughta think bigger. Like, country-big. Ya know, take over a TV station or something, and hypnotize whoever's watching into making you there leader. Or whatever."
She shrugged. Power never had really appealed to either of the Sonic sisters, at least not in the most common sense of the word. They enjoyed the power of getting whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted it, and being able to make others do it for them. But actual 'ruling over a country' type power? Ick and booorr-ing....
"Ah but Vibe..." he started. "Taking over the tribe would only be the beginning." he looked like a man lost in his own world for a few minutes. "First we'd get all the hidden treasures of the tribe then with that many people we could overthrow the north. Most of the world's fresh water comes from the glaciers there.. if the north is in our control so is the water. " he trailed off. He wasn't about to reveal too much of his plan to her. "But either way, mutants are going to come up on top." he yawned. "it's our rightful place, survival of the fittest and all that."
He finished his meal and peered up at her curiously. After a few moments silence he asked, "Vibe... do you have some place safe to stay?" having been Raina's older brother had taught him to be somewhat protective of the women around him. He couldn't help it.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Feb 18, 2008 21:16:40 GMT -6
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
"Ah but Vibe.... Taking over the tribe would only be the beginning. First we'd get all the hidden treasures of the tribe then with that many people we could overthrow the north. Most of the world's fresh water comes from the glaciers there.. if the north is in our control so is the water..... But either way, mutants are going to come up on top. It's our rightful place, survival of the fittest and all that."
Vibe snorted. "Survival of the fittest? Pfft. If that were true, humans would have vanished long ago."
"Vibe... do you have some place safe to stay?"
She picked at the pineapple and shrugged. "Not really. Seems nowhere is safe anymore. And I don't trust my current 'landlord'." She sighed. That was the truth. She didn't trust Hunter as far as she could throw him. And she didn't like being confined in the Labs either, even if he did offer security.
Now Naveed, on the other hand, could prove an interesting pawn. Though that power of his made him a bit dangerous to handle....
"What about you? Where are you staying? I get the feeling that power of yours doesn't work on robots. How did you manage to stay under their radar?"
Naveed shrugged. "Maybe they can't pick up my type of power. Pursuasion obviously isn't going to work on a robot but they're known for their ability to intimidate perhaps they just can't see that abilitiy in others." he honestly didn't know why the Robots couldn't tell when he was using his powers... maybe because he couldn't always tell when he was using them. "I just haven't been indentified as a mutant yet. As soon as they figure out I am one I wont be safe either." he thought back to the hotel where he'd been staying and having Sapphire drop in occasionally. "I've found a place to stay... it can accomodate a few people. It's just outside of town. " he scribbled the address on the nearest napkin and handed it to her. "I'm 'old friends' with the manager. He tells everyone the room is locked up and not in use for construction reasons... mold or something... whatever they'll buy. Stalkers very rarely come through that way. It's right on the city boundries."
he leaned back in his chair. "I feel bad for all the mutants here. I wonder if they realize that this isn't happening all over the world? Been going on for months now..." he trailed off. "If you ever need a place to stay," he remarked pointing to the napkin "or even now... you come find me. I hate the idea of that talent of yours being wasted in the camps."
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Feb 19, 2008 12:34:34 GMT -6
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. "Maybe they can't pick up my type of power. Pursuasion obviously isn't going to work on a robot but they're known for their ability to intimidate perhaps they just can't see that abilitiy in others."
Vibe frowned thoughtfully, still chewing. As obvious as it was, she hadn't considered the possibility that the Stalkers couldn't tell a human from a mutant. At least, not a mutant without a physically visible mutation.
"I just haven't been indentified as a mutant yet. As soon as they figure out I am one I wont be safe either."
She swallowed her food and took a sip of her drink. "Well then, maybe you need a bit of a makeover." She eyed his clothing and build. If nothing else, he needed a new wardrobe too. At least, in her opinion.
"I've found a place to stay... it can accomodate a few people. It's just outside of town. I'm 'old friends' with the manager. He tells everyone the room is locked up and not in use for construction reasons... mold or something... whatever they'll buy. Stalkers very rarely come through that way. It's right on the city boundries."
She took the napkin and glanced at the address. She was familiar with the area, though she hadn't been there in a while.
"I feel bad for all the mutants here. I wonder if they realize that this isn't happening all over the world? Been going on for months now..."
"Maybe, but this is my home, and I'm not gonna let a bunch of spineless gutter slime, who hide behind hissing metalheads, make me leave! Or take my sister from me!" She kept her voice low, but it still came out a snarl. Sever nearby patrons glanced their way, but quickly lost interest when no violence followed the snarl.
"If you ever need a place to stay, or even now... you come find me. I hate the idea of that talent of yours being wasted in the camps."
She glanced at the napkin again, then at Naveed, and put on a winning smile.
"Aww, thanks Big Guy. That means a lot. Especially considering the.... well, ya know.... bad first impressions and all that." She folded up the napkin and stuck it in her shirt, next to her money.
"Now then, about your clothes...." She reached out and tugged at the hippie outfit he'd put on from the mall. "Yeah.... What size are you anyway?"
She wasn't fond of parting with her cash, but she had two good reasons to do so. One, if she wanted to seem like she was a friend, gifts always help. And two, there was no way she was going to even pretend to be a friend to someone who didn't at least appear to have some semblance of style....
Besides, she'd find a way for him to pay her back. Most definitely....
Naveed chuckled and looked himself up and down. "what's wrong with my clothes?" he joked. He stood up an turned around. "I dont know what size I am... I'm not exactly stylin here..." he smiled "Back home fur sorta fit one size... that's pretty much all we has, parkas." he reached his hand out for her. "How you feeling? Shall we get me some threads now or do you need to rest?"
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Feb 19, 2008 23:58:19 GMT -6
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"what's wrong with my clothes?"
>What's not wrong with them?< Vibe kept quiet, but her expression gave away her thoughts.
"I dont know what size I am... I'm not exactly stylin here..."
>That's for sure.<
"Back home fur sorta fit one size... that's pretty much all we has, parkas."
"Fur. Right. Wonderful...."
Naveed reached his hand out for hers. "How you feeling? Shall we get me some threads now or do you need to rest?"
>Rough hands....< she thought idly. She waved away his concern. Aloud she said, "Nah, I'm fine. Just low blood sugar. I'll be all right in a few minutes, once the carbs run through my system." She took a large bite of her pizza crust to help the carbfest along.
She leaned back, chewing, while her 'voice' continued speaking.
"Well, horrifying as it is, people wouldn't give that outfit a second glance in this town. For my personal sanity, however, we need to find something less.... garish...." She glanced down at her own wild disguise, and shuddered. "Yeah, shopping is definitely priority here. Can you drive?" Her car wasn't far.
Naveed was transfixed on the collar-esq apparatus she was wearing. "fascinatng, I used to think you just threw your voice..." he continued watching it as she spoke. "Well, I suppose I need to blend in anyway I can here..." he shrugged and then gave a smile when she asked about the car. "Well I can drive a dog sled, a snowmobile... but we haven't exactly much use for cars where I come from." he realized he'd been standing the whole time like a man on a podium and sat down. "I'm sure I could figure it out but that might not exactly keep us under the radar..." he imagined himself speeding down the street hitting half the people on it. '
"So perhaps waiting for your blood sugar would be best." he turned to the waiter. "Waiter, two ice cream sundays please! All the fixens!" he grinned like a kid then looked back at Vibe. "your blood sugar, and well, I'm a growing boy!" he said making an ape like motion to beat his chest."
The Sundays were set infront of them. "I don't see what all the fiss is about 'hot' food..." he mumbled while spooning some ice cream. "takes the joy out of life!"
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Feb 20, 2008 13:14:05 GMT -6
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"fascinatng, I used to think you just threw your voice..."
Vibe frown slightly. "Amp can do that," she murmured. She pushed the pizza away, her appetite suddenly not so important anymore.
"Well, I suppose I need to blend in anyway I can here.... Well I can drive a dog sled, a snowmobile... but we haven't exactly much use for cars where I come from."
Vibe raised an eyebrow. "That's sad."
"I'm sure I could figure it out but that might not exactly keep us under the radar..."
She snickered. "Yeah, I'm guessing not. S'pose we'll have to save the joyride for later. I'll drive." With the subject change her appetite returned. She reached for her food again.
"So perhaps waiting for your blood sugar would be best. Waiter, two ice cream sundays please! All the fixens!"
"Huh? Oh, wai-" She started to decline the offer; ice cream on top of the pizza would send her sugar through the roof, creating a whole 'nother set of problems.
"Your blood sugar, and well, I'm a growing boy!" He pounded his chest, like a Tarzan-wannabe. Vibe rolled her eyes, but smiled a bit.
"Navi, you are so country." She shook her head. When the ice cream arrived, she asked for a to-go box. She could eat the pizza for breakfast in the morning.
"I don't see what all the fiss is about 'hot' food.... takes the joy out of life!"
"Only if you're a polar bear," she retorted. She sucked the fudge and juice off of the cherry, and set it aside for last.
"So," she continued, "what's your like. And how did she end up in the Camps?"