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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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 Quincy Archer on Aug 29, 2012 16:08:07 GMT -6
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The kiss…was nice, and Quin had known it was coming. There had been plenty of time to pull away, or stop what was happening, but she’d leaned in instead and simply enjoyed herself. If they were ever going to get through this, if she wanted them to get through this, she was going to have to try. Sometimes it was more difficult than others…kissing was pretty easy.
Easy…and short lived.
Hearing the same thing Stephen had, Quin rose to her feet and followed him from the office, face paint completely forgotten as she made her way into the hallway, eyes narrowed. It was a school for mutants, shenanigans were to be expected.
These weren’t simple shenanigans though, the boys running down the hallway were in genuine distress, and the action figures that were bullying them looked like they meant business.
Luckily, they were made of plastic. Quin could feel it singing before she could even tell what super heroes were represented. Good thing too, she might have felt bad melting them into heatless puddles otherwise.
Whoever had the animation powers stopped at that. Once they were literal putty in Quin’s hands, the action figures weren’t so tough.
”Is this what bullying looks like in a mutant school?” She asked.
Quin had a handle on her situation, that was for sure. It only took a matter of moments for the heroes, villains, and creatures dissolved into a collection of plastic putty in Quin's hands.
Heh. His girlfriend could literally turn men to putty in her hands. Tiny, fake men, but still.
Focusing on the issues at hand, the collection of action figures was under control, and the fleet of model planes was thinning in numbers. It would not be Xavier's if the problems ended there; Nate knew where the toys had to be originating from, and that room would have plenty more to throw at them. Most of them, thankfully, would fall into Quin's territory.
Whether the giant stuffed dinosaur rounding the corner fell into that domain was unclear.
"No," he replied, doing his best not to grin. "Sometimes the kids are mean to each other."
The dino decided to just stare them down for the moment, giving Nate a chance to explain. "The kid I had a meeting scheduled with is a toy animator. All we have to do to fix this is wake him."
He looked to Quin out of the corner of his eye as the kids ran away behind them. "What do ya say? Help me fight through hordes of toys to get to the boys' wing?"
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 29, 2012 18:22:17 GMT -6
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And then there was a stuffed dino coming towards them. There were synthetic elements though and Quin shook her head as Stephen explained what was going on. He'd handled his part of the confrontation well, and she was pleased too.
"Well, he's going to have to do better if he's going to keep us away." she said, waving a hand and wiggling her fingers so the thread holding the reptile together dissolve into tiny fragments that joined the growing ball in Quin's hands.
The dinosaur took a few more steps before its legs fell off. Quin had to grin. It was comical.
"Now this is a lunch date." she said, splitting the plastic in her hands into two balls, which she then flattened and stuck in her pockets. One never knew when such things would come in handy.
The dinosaur was indeed made of synthetics it would seem, as the entire beast slowly unthreaded itself until it was once again in Quin's possession. "Have I ever told you how sexy you are in a crisis?" Seriously, if a giant mobile did not strangle him to death, he had every intention of pressing Quin against the nearest wall when all was said and done.
Nate lead them into the next hallway, which only involved the last few model planes. The calming of the attack force was puzzling to Nate as he took the last present threats out of the air.
When they took their next turn, it was clear that the toys were staging an ambush, which was rather impressive for toys.
There were wooden train sets of small and large size charging at them at speeds that were at least proportionately accurate. They were not as much of a problem as the metal matchbox cars flying through the air like bullets at them. Nate raised his wall up as quickly as he could, but some of the cars were travelling fast enough and with enough mass to break through the shadow. Some hit the wall, cracking the paint, but at least two caught Nate; one in the right shoulder and one in the stomach. The attacks were not strong enough to injure him, but they would at the very least leave a mark. "Why do we still let kids have metal toys?!"
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 29, 2012 20:20:24 GMT -6
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Quin smiled again at the compliment. The adrenaline pumping through her, even at the minor altercation made her want to giggle a bit too. This was kind of fun. Like the night they'd fought the werewolves on "M". They really were a good team, and Stephen really was good at what he could do.
Stephen led the way around the corner, and Quin followed close on his heels. The first hall wasn't a problem, more plans flew, and more planes fell. When they turned again, however, the situation got slightly more dire.
Metal planes, and matchbox cars. Quin could take the plastic tires from the imitation vehicles, but since they were flying, she knew it wouldn't do any good.
"Damn!" she hissed as they approached, pulling the plastic from her pockets and constructing a shield similar to the one Stephen was making from shadow.
Similar to his results, the cars hit the shield and shattered it. Luckily, Quin held the shards in place, keeping them from turning into shrapnel as the cars ricocheted off in random directions.
It looked like fun time was over. Suddenly, Quin appreciated Stephen's job just a little more.
Bluh.
"You alright? Any idea how many of these things he's got?"
Nate, amidst the dire circumstances, still found the time to come up with an appropriate metaphor. "Picture a large bedroom for a child, and then picture it sleeping with and having a baby with a toy store. His room would be that baby."
The wooden trains were closing in, but that could prove to be a blessing in disguise. Taking the risk of dropping his shield, Nate's shadow sank near his feet. A car caught him in the elbow, which was not a fantastic place to be hit, but he would take it.
The shadow at his feet pushed forward, quickly growing into a wave, lifting the trains off of the ground feet before their collision with the couple. The shadow-propelled trains flew through the air, taking the brunt of much of the flying cars.
Nate took Quin's hand. "Quick! Shield us and we run!" He barely gave her a chance to comply or refuse before he began running after the wave, (careful to always keep a foot touching the ground.)
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 7, 2012 19:18:40 GMT -6
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"Of course." Quin said, rolling her eyes. "Because responsible adults let kids play with loaded guns all the time."
Honestly though, she couldn't blame the school staff, or anyone really. The moment she'd found out what she could do, Quin had surrounded herself with every polymer she could find and set out to master her abilities. It had taken the noble sacrifice of many plastic trash cans, and other cheap items before her parents would let her progress, but it had been exhilarating to practice, and she'd learned.
It had to be the same for other mutant kids. Especially ones who got shipped off to boarding schools.
There wasn't time to dwell on it anymore though, items were heading their way that neither she nor Stephen could take care of.
"You got it." She responded, pulling up the shield and covering their heads as well as she could from the flying projectiles, cars bouncing off walls and legs. Damn those things hurt!
Nate's legs were going to be busted up when all was said and done, but Quin's shield was thankfully holding up and keeping them both relatively uninjured.
The pair made impressive progress powering through the halls, getting to the boy's wing. Nate's shadow was swatting away non-plastics that were not on path to collide with the shield, and the shield was growing with every synthetic toy attempting to attack them.
Nate grinned when he spotted the open door with toys flooding out of it. They end was in sight, and it was clear that the amount of toys left was diminishing.
And then there was a sensation of intense pain between Nate's shoulder blades.
A broken skateboard was hidden, waiting for them to pass, and when they did, the jagged wooden points flew at a high enough velocity to pierce deeply into Nate's skin.
Nate was knocked clear off his feet, colliding with a wall and slumping with his back against it, shards of wood still embedded in him.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 9, 2012 9:15:32 GMT -6
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Well, at least their heads were protected...
Quin did her best with the shield as they moved, and even though their legs were starting to get a little torn up, she thought it was a job well done. Legs bruised, but they were also very hardy ...they could take it.
Down the hall they went, Quin stumbling slightly as a car hit her particularly hard in the back of the knee. Stephen was getting ahead of her now, and she saw the skateboard too late.
Cops see a lot of things on-duty, and if someone would have asked her if she was prepared for what happened next, Quin would have said she was.
She wasn't.
The shards of skateboard were sharper than the redhead would have thought, and she could almost see them sinking into her boyfriend's back. Down he slid, in slow motion, and Quin stumbled to a stop next to him as the toys continued their assault.
The damage was bad, but with toys still pelting off the shield she'd made, there was no way Quin could tell how bad. She had to stop the assault before she could do anything else.
"Try not to move." she said, urgency clear in her voice as she looked to the door.
The toys were bouncing harder and more frequently off the shield now, and the officer knew that she couldn't simply leave Stephen with no cover. So. She left the shield and ran.
The cars hurt. A lot. And even though Quin was using her arms to shield her head the best she could, some still connected. By the time she reached the door, she was battered and bruised...but she could feel what she needed.
Both hands were extended now, and she was pulling every iota of synthetic material she could find from the room and into the doorway. It was a slow process, and Quin started at her head and worked her way up and down from there. Luckily, there was no shortage of plastic, and after a few moments, there was no sound except for the sharp impact of toys against the plastics.
As soon as she was sure it would hold, Quin turned and ran back to Stephen to survey the damage. It was bad, she knew that much, and as she skidded to her knees beside him she was almost frantic.
"Nate?!" she said, forgetting everything about the other name and everything that went with it for a moment.
Quin asked Nate not to move, which elicited a very weak chuckle. He would have said something clever like, "Where am I going to go," but he was losing too much energy. It was not the first time in his life when he was injured, given his sordid past, but there was something wrong-- namely, he could not feel himself bleeding. His numbness was curious, but he had more to worry about than his body reacting oddly to wood embedded in him.
Nate watched as Quin forced her way to the choke point, sealing the door with a wall of plastic. With each passing second, the sounds of toy cars and smashing objects became more and more dull. By the time Quin came to his side, her voice sounded muffled, and not only his back, but his entire body felt numb.
Nate looked up at his girlfriend, panicking at the sight of him to the point where she called him Nate again. Nate liked hearing it off of her lips, even if it was no longer as clear and he had to become mortally wounded to hear it again.
Even with those terrified eyes looking back at him, Nate coughed out a laugh, his breath growing short. "With that mask... you look like a superhero." Maybe some irony would ease the blow of watching him fade away.
And in a way, he did fade, but it was not the conventional fading he expected. Nate looked down and spotted a dark grey spot forming at the center of his chest under a tear in his shirt. The darkness quickly spread, replacing his chest and his waist, spreading out to his limbs. "What is..." his voice trailed off in astonishment as he watched his arms become shadowy and semi-transparent.
Nate looked up, now clearly confused and terrified, to Quin as his grey eyes slowly became a new kind of grey. "What the hell is going on?" He reached out for her wrist, noticing the sensation of touch, but not feeling the texture of skin.
The same feeling of pressure was in his back, where the wood was lodged. His brain realizing the problem in his body, his back instinctually loosened, and the wood fell out of him and to the ground with a clatter.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 9, 2012 10:49:39 GMT -6
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Oh man. He was doing that thing that people did when they were dying. When had this gone from face painting and progressively easy banter to mortal injuries and other....stuff?
Her face was still painted? Dammit, and damn him for pointing it out when he was laying here like this. The wood pieces were too deep in his back, taking them out would surely cause more damage than good, her hands were tied. There was nothing she could do but watch.
She didn't know what Nate was feeling, but Quin was kind of numb too.
"Not like this..." she said. They hadn't sorted things out, there were still so many questions. She cared about him, she really did, in spite of everything.
Wet eyes locked on his as they got more vague...then sharpened once more?
What the hell? Quin followed the line of Nate's eyes, "What the hell!" she exclaimed as the shadow spread over her boyfriend's body. His hand was wrapped around her arm, and it felt strange. It wasn't bad...but it was strange.
A light clatter sounded in the hallway, and Quin's eyes widened at the wood as it fell to the floor.
"Nate?" she said, "Nate?!"
"Are you okay?"
Quite possibly the dumbest question in the history of questions, but what else was she supposed to say?
Was he okay? It was a really good question. There was not really a precedent to judge his situation since, to his knowledge, no one had ever responded to a major injury by becoming a living shadow.
That was the situation Nate found himself in, or so it would seem. His pants and shirt were still themselves, but the rest of his actual body was no longer comprised of tan flesh as far as the eye could tell. The make-up of his body was comparable to the shadows Nate often created.
Feeling more stable, Nate struggled his way back to his feet. "I... well, I think I'm okay?"
Nate looked down to his feet, still in shoes. There was a sliver of shadow under the soles, but Nate could feel no connection to it. "I don't cast a shadow!" He paused, reflecting on how stupid his comment was. "Well, I guess that makes sense."
The hallway was lit rather brightly, and Nate could feel... really good. There was no pain where he was previously struck, and he could not feel the pulsing pain from where his legs had been struck. "I can't explain it, but this feels pretty awesome."
Nate's curiosity overtook him; he needed to know more. He started snapping near his ear, noticing that the sound was still muffled. "Hearing's not great." Nate took Quin by the shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss; not a very long one, but long enough. "I don't think I can taste anymore. Or smell. Or, you know, breathe." That was the weird one-- for the first time in his life, Nate had no need for oxygen.
With his situation closer to being understood, Nate looked back at the sealed door. "I think I can handle this now. I just have to wake him up." He was hoping he was not overestimating his abilities; cheating death once for the day was enough.