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.
She spoke as if she had not really considered the notion of security. It made Henry feel only a little paranoid. He had made note of every camera, every security key pad, every entrance and exit he passed. It was a solider's thing. He instinctively made it a point to measure the safety of a location as soon as he arrived. He considered the fact that he might want to work on that, but that was a battle for a different day.
"Maybe I'm just too used to the battlefield. Though you make a solid point. The X-Men probably have a fair share of enemies, being prepared shows you guys know what you are doing." He said scratching his chin with a clawed finger.
-"Yeah, I’m not entirely sure where we get our funding, but it never seems to really be an issue.”
He nodded at that.
"I'm sure there are plenty of interested parties that are willing to back you guys. Some people might act like it isn't true but the X-Men help promote stability, and the mansion offers a solid alternative to a life of crime to murants," He mused before adding dryly," plus if they decide they want to take you down better to have you all in one place."
There was that paranoia again.
She led him to the kitchen and Henry had to force himself to not drop his jaw in amazement. The kitchen was decked out to the nines, and he could see himself making feasts in this kitchen. The set up with the dining room promoted open serving. With all the automated features of the kitchen Henry could probably cook for the whole mansion almost single handedly.
"It's beautifu-." He began before coughing and in a very manly voice saying, "seems acceptable."
She noted his desire to work in the kitchen and Henry gave a shrug.
"I was hired to teach, they didn't put me on cooking duty. But maybe if you asked really nicely I'd consider it." He said with a wink of his reptilian eyes.
The Ranger gave Henry a polite proposition. Henry knew he had skills, that he was probably exactly the kind of guy Michael probably wanted on the team. The way he presented it was pretty simple however. He wasn't pushing Henry, he was simply giving him a choice.
The idea of going back to war, getting back on the battlefield was like handing an alcoholic a bottle of whiskey and asking him if he wanted a drink. Henry had come home to be with his family and to take over the bakery. He had made the choice to stay away from conflict. He had served his country, done his part.
But then he thought of Aerial. His daughter was a smart kid, not in the "My student is on the honor roll" kind of way. She was smart in the "I built a self sustaining power generator out of paperclips and copper wire." Kinda way. She deserved her choices of college when she got older, and that was pricey. Henry had sunken a lot of his money into the bakery, it wasn't an investment that was being very profitable.
The Ranger would pay well, that was obvious. He owned a company that had contracts with some very wealthy nations. Henry could sign on, do some missions, and make enough money to ensure his family was taken care of for the rest of their lives and then some. It was an offer that was sweet as honey. But he had to be careful.
"I'm game, but I won't lie to you I have some reservations." He said simply.
"Do you hire contractors? I have a business of my own to run. If I pass the selection" He gave a little chuckle at the idea of not passing, " I'd want to be able to choose what missions I'd go on. And I'd want full disclosure in the nature of those missions."
"No offense. But you run a company, which means money is part of the equation. I fight because I want to do what is right. If I can do that and make some money for my family all the better." He concluded.
He offered Ranger his hand, "You still interested in a weary, grumpy old vet?"
Posted by Darwin on Jun 26, 2017 5:12:23 GMT -6
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Shock-A-Con.
Henry's assistant Tony had come into the shop that morning with a black red shirt with the words splattered across his check in red letters. He had begged his uncle Henry to let him out of his shift for the day because he had gotten tickets to the local Sci fi fantasy convention. Henry had let him leave with a few forced words of roughness. He added in some phrases about his nephews lazy generation for good measure.
After that Henry had started baking for the day. He found himself making cookies of various designs, UFOS, Aliens, Dragons, Shields. He made cupcakes with icing that looked like galaxies in space. And donuts, always make donuts, At a little after 10 he got his first cosplayer. It had been a woman dressed as an elf and she had ordered some cookies and a coffee before excitedly calling her friends and telling them about the "cool bakery that was in in the convetion."
Henry had spent the morning in a busy blur and by the time the shop mostly emptied he had flour stains on his apron and the tip jar was stuffed. He made a mental note to split some of that with Tony. The kid had inspired him after all. Henry went and poured himself a Coke and went back to he bind the counter. He adjusted the handkerchief he wore around his mostly shaved head. He dusted off the shoulders of his black tee-shirt and then smacked some flour off of his jeans. He hopped up onto his stool, letting his slip on shoes dangle and started sorting funds in the register.
It was then that Henry heard someone speak. He looked up to see a man in an alien costume admiring the cookies that bore his appearance. He made some jokes as he got Henry's attention and the Baker let out an honest bark of laughter as he rose and grabbed a box to put the cookies in.
"Good one man. And that's a heck of a costume you got there. Guy who came in earlier looked more like a mess of tin foil and green paint." Henry noted.
He started placing the cookies in the box and tried to keep polite conversation.
"How long is this convention anyway? Is it just like a weekend thing? Cause if I keep getting business from you people like this I'll start making cakes for tomorrow with spaceships on them." He joked.
He looked at the man and couldn't help but be impressed. The makeup job was perfect, Henry couldn't see a single line where it was smugged. And whatever contacts the guy had on, man they had the vacant creepy red glow going on. It just looked so real.
The Shotgun was pointed at the man standing over the girl, but Henry could tell that the bartender was staring deliberately at him. The solider looked around the room and proceeded to shamble over to the bar.
"They started it." He said drunkenly.
The bartender gave him a glare but was obviously happy that the fighting had ceased.
"You hit him with a glass." The bartender barked back.
Henry have a shrug.
"He spit on her. My hand slipped. I've had quite a few wholly unintentional." He replied.
The bartender looked less than pleased as he surveyed the damage and the crowd.
"Is everyone going to play nice? And who the hell is paying for the damages?" He spat at them.
Posted by Darwin on Jun 20, 2017 7:14:12 GMT -6
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The class was dispersing nicely. Some small groups had already formed and we're heading to their stations. Henry's attention was brought to a bigger group that seemed to be having some issues with delegation. He gave a little chuckle as he continued preparing his food.
It was mechanical. He had a bowl that he had started the cookies in. His noodles were starting to boil for his macaroni and the chicken sat in a glass dish waiting for him to work with it. Cooking was familiar, simple and Henry worked without having to focus on the task too much. Instead he focused on the group.
They seemed to have made a little progress. The robot girl had at least turned the oven on and gathered ingredients. He noticed she had placed the cheese next to the grater he had put out and suppressed a chuckle. For the Mac and cheese you could just throw the whole block in with the noodles milk and butter and let it melt as it cooked, no muss no fuss. It was the dish that took the least skill and effort to make. He had purposely left out tools that weren't needed to see how students would respond.
The black eyed girl seemed to be working with the small boy. They seemed an odd pair, but that was fine. It takes all kinds. The silver haired girl seemed mostly pleasant to the rest and spoke with the subtle confidence that told Henry she might actually know what she was doing. It was the blonde however that seemed to be the loudest.
She had mentioned being a floater, going around and helping where it was needed and Henry sneered to himself as the young boy responded in annoyance. The kid had guts, Henry would give him that. The blonde seemed to be simultaneously attempting to boss everyone around and put them down all at the same time. It was then that she turned to Henry and asked him how to add vanilla to the cookies.
"Hmm let me think. I'm a little busy proving how different I am. I don't know if I have the time to...how did you phrase it? Do something positive." He replied dryly.
She pulled out a phone and started recording him cooking. Henry hated cameras.
He picked up a small plastic bottle and held it label out. Printed in large letters was the word "Vanilla". He popped the cap and poured some into his own cookie mix.
"Let me help you with that. Ill adapt it to help comprehension. Give me a V- give me an A- give me a Nilla. Put it together and what do you get?" He mocked.
He put the bottle back down and continued working on his food. It was with great effort he resisted the urge to use only his middle finger while cooking, a pleasant idea for the girls video. Who said he didn't have self restraint?
Amelia, as she had introduced herself seemed like what you would expect from a female police officer in New York. She spoke dryly and after her introduction proceeded directly on to stating what she needed. Some might find it a bit callous, but Henry understood the attitude. It was a solider thing.
He smiled at her as he reached under the counter and produced three fold up boxes for pastrys.
"Do I have any of that? Well let me see what I can drum up." He replied.
He made his way to the display cases with one of the boxes and found the one he was looking for. The case had donuts in it, a massive variety. Everything from plain glazed to jelly filled to red velvet cake donuts. Henry slid the glass open on the case and looked over his shoulder at the woman as he began to fill one of the boxes.
"Any allergies I should take in to account? And do you want just plain or anything specific?" He asked.
You could tell a lot about a person from their preferences in treats. He looked at the Officer expectantly wondering what she desired.
Henry gave a tired smile in response. Churches usually held two types of people. The first were those who thought that being at services and participating in church activities made them look good. They were the people you usually saw boasting about all the "Good deeds" they were doing for the Lord without noting much in the way of what he was doing. Thw second were believers. Real true believers who went to church as a way to interact and thank the divine. Joseph seemed to be the second.
He saw the man respond to the handshake much the way Henry had. Analytically and with the understanding of a soldier. Detective huh? And being in the Mutant Crimes Division meant he had probably seen some things.
"Mutants make for tough police work. You either get kids who get a taste for power and think it makes them entitled to do whatever they want, or else your staring down people who should know better but their conscious seemed to be taking a sabbatical." Henry replied.
He'd been a convict when he was a teenager. He knew all too well the kind of crowd Joseph was up against.
"Army. Special Forces." He said in answer to Joseph's questions. "Mostly middle East stuff. Been home for a few months now. Took over the family bakery on twelfth. You've probably had our donuts, we get lots of orders for precincts."
"I'm a team leader. My role is mainly being a leader on missions now."
Without more explanation Shin began dribbling, he handled the ball well and Henry adjusted himself, keeping his body between Shin and the basket. Henry had questions but kept his focus on the game.
Shin juked left and Henry was surprised by his speed and agility. The man out stripped him and approached the hoop. Henry knew a lost cause when he saw one. He'd been taken on this exchange.
He slowed and crossed his arms, impressed.
"Pretty quick. So is that like a squad leader? I used to run some ops back in the army." He observed.
Y’ve got a power most people would kill t’ have in their teams.”
Henry rolled his shoulders to work out some of the tension in his limbs. Old scar tissue strained on his right shoulder, an old knife wound that gave him trouble from time to time.
Gunna have me feelin’ like I’m gettin’ old if y’ keep that up."
Henry let out a chuckle and thought over what Ranger had said. Getting back in the field would be nice, and familiar. Henry could use some familiarity in his life again.
" I served because it got me out of prison. Then I fought cause I realized I was doing good, defending my country. I'd thought about doing contract jobs, but I'd have to make sure it was the right person for the right reason. Otherwise I'm pretty content baking cookies." He said simply.
He felt hands pull on him as he hit the guy on the floor. Two of his buddies hauled Henry off the guy and the soldier had just a moment to see the girl get a chair smashed into her. She took the blow with inhuman durability and rounded on the man, slashing across his face. The original man then took her off her feet.
They were outnumbered severely, and knowing how to fight could only do so much. The man Henry had hit on the floor seemed to be out cold but that still left them with two to one odds. Henry threw his weight back against the guys pull him and felt the pair fall, him on top. he rolled under the table and grabbed the support, dropping it so the table fell between him and the men. He jumped to his feet.
There was a tell tale click and Henry rounded to see the bartender holding a Shotgun. The barrel was pointed at the man standing over the girl.
"That's enough dammnit." He shouted.
Having a gun gave you authority. The Frat guy stopped above the girl and raised his arms. The other guys all seemed to do the same.
"Your making a mess of my bar. If you have a problem take it the hell out of here. Otherwise pay your tabs and sit the F*** down." He exclaimed.
He fell into step behind the woman, appreciating the view as he went. After a moment he turned his attentiom to the grounds. They were well kept, not a single blade of grass seemed to be above another. Bushes and tress were neatly trimmed. He couldn't help but wonder for a moment how busy they must have kept the maintenence staff. She led him back towards the mansion.
"If you're looking for a history rundown, I might have to find someone else to do this."
Henry smiled, which was probably not as pleasant a gesture in his current form.
"I find a practical knowledge of a place to be infinitely more useful than an academic one." He replied.
Which was true. Who cared who designed the stairway, or what kind of moulding was used. The fact that the place stood and where everything was located were the important things. Henry already had the sneaking suspicion that the mansion was less happy home and more fortress than it appeared. The security system at the gate alone told him that.
"You guys seem to have a hell of a good handle on security though. I've been on bases with less." He noted.
They entered a rec room and Henry gave the place a once over. There were comfortable chairs and couches situated throughout the room. One of the walls had a TV where students seemed to be playing whatever video game was popular now a days. Pool table, ping pong table, air hockey, the place seemed to have it all. Henry let out a whistle, which sounded somehow like a hiss.
"Wow. I take it funding isn't an issue if your giving them all these toys to play with." He observed.
The man was apparently jostled from his thoughts as Henry spoke. He remarked about having a lot on his mind, Henry could relate. The man introduced himself as Joseph and asked what brought Henry to the church.
"Minster? Oh no. Just kinda found myself here. Was taking a walk to clear my head. Never been here before. Me and the big man tend to have a more "I'll meet you at your place" kind of deal." He chuckled.
"I'll trade my troubles for yours if you care to share. I've heard it helps to talk about stuff. Never found it too helpful myself but who knows." He said.
He shook the man's hand. His grip was firm and Henry felt familiar callus on the man's hand. They came from extensive practice shooting. Henry had them himself.
”I can see that. For reconnaissance though it has t’ be amazin’. Hell, just bein’ able t’ slip outside and have that level of freedom is amazin’.”
Henry gave a nod at that statement. It was true in his younger days he'd used his power to sneak out. Nothing like soaring through the sky, unbound by the need of streets and roads.
"It is. I got my hands some owl meat. Being able to fly around at night and have perfect vision is probably the handiest thing I've found in a while." Henry replied.
He did a third set and around six his muscles began to scream in protest. Henry was used to pain however and he let out a little groan of effort during his last two reps. After that he sat up, letting his arms rest on his lap and chuckled.
"Think I'm getting old. Seems to be getting harder and harder to do this." He said shaking his head.
Henry laid there resting for a moment and let out a light chuckle at the Rangers remark about the Navy Seals. He gave his head a little shake.
"Some insurectionists had taken a warehouse that doubled as a shipyard. I went in through the waterway. My guns flooded, they hadnt been modofied for aquatic combat, damn useless. I convinced them all to take a swim. The Seals arrived just in time to find a ton of floating bodies and the weapons they had stockpiled boxed up and tagged with an American Flag waving over them." He chuckled.
Good times.
He lifted the bar again and did another set of reps. His arms began to sting from the effort but he managed well enough and released the bar after settling his eight rep.
"As for flying it has its uses but not great for a fight. My bones hollow so I can achieve lift so I'm more fragile that way. Plus the talons make firing a gun a pain in the ass." He said.
Juliette dispersed the power she was holding in her hand and Henry found himself wondering what exactly she could do with that power. Energy blasts in and of themselves seemed like a powerful tool, but Juliette talked like that wasn't the only application she had for her ability.
Does that get annoying when you’re in a restaurant, or something?”
Henry let out another quick laugh.
"You got that right. Anytime I eat meat I change, and I can't shut it off either. My body processes meat at an incredibly fast rate so it doesn't last a super long time but long enough to be a pain." He replied.
"I stick to salads or pasta most of the time. You should have seen the face on the waiter and staff when I ate at a resturant once and what was supposed to be chicken turned me into a furry rat tailed man. Let's just say my meal was comped." He chuckled.
Juliette rose and offered him a tour with a wink. Henry slithered out of the chair, not one to turn down the company of a lovely and athletic woman. Plus it would probably help if he st least knew where everything was in this massive place.
"Ladies first." He said making a sweeping gesture with a clawed hand.
