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.
Several months would pass, with him in that bed... stewing, hurting, silently gravitating between sorrow and rage.
With time, though, the pain faded away. The sorrow began to fade as well.
The rage did not.
Back when he'd been scavenging... before... before he had the now deep, deep scar in the shape of a dainty little hand in his chest... He'd thought his hate had dissipated. But it had only been covered by a thin, and fragile gloss. What was it called... hope?
Something like that.
He could feel it now... tattered and weak, trying to hold back a raging beast. He was stubborn, and grumpy. Blunt and on a short fuse. Any person caring for him was surely an unfortunate soul... But at the same time, a loneliness hung about the air in his presence that would pull on the heart strings of any kind person... maybe it would balance out. Being caught over and over working his body when he should be resting tended to sway his caretakers the wrong way, though.
It kept his mind off things, though, and he needed that as much as he needed not to feel like he was sitting in a bed and rotting.
The rest of her words fell on def ears... He wasn't dead... He was alive... Why?
"Where am I?"
He couldn't tell... there was movement around him... he was in a place with many people laying and stirring... it was familiar, actually... He'd been here before.
The woman's voice was familiar as well... from a past life... One he'd all but given up on... He hadn't even told anyone here his name. He was just that burnt guy who brought back salvage every once in a while... A cough tore from his throat, and he growled under his breath. "Water..."
His eyes closed, and he saw the image from his dream... The angry green woman he loved... tearing out his heart. His eyes opened again, and a warm tear slid down his burnt face... he almost didn't feel it.
The words swam about in his head endlessly... But the truth was...
It wasn't.
It was very much not okay.
All he knew was pain. A string of fire that started at his skin, and dove down deep into his chest, reaching for his heart told him all he needed to know about the world; the world was bad. The world was a horrible place filled with agony, pain... and... what else was it?
Oh yes... Betrayal.
The image of a woman, more clear than he's seen it with his foggy eyes, appeared before him. Her face was a mask of rage, her hand reaching out for his heart in order to stop it in it's tracks...
Why? Why had she killed him?
"Why...." The word echoed through his mind and out of his mouth... He struggled as the cloth touched his forehead. "Why..."
The burning in his mind slowly cooled momentarily, and she ceased struggling...
It would be hours before he awoke, and when he did, he would do so in silence, his eyes slowly opening, and staring at the ceiling... seeing nothing.
After a few more moments, he spoke in a deep, grating voice. "I'm not dead..."
Life had just started to look up... Well, to be truthful, there wasn't a whole lot of looking involved... More, a dimness that allowed foggy glimpses of the world from one side on his face, but be had bounced back enough to be able to be humorous about it. Where his eyes were mostly ruined, his sixth sense seemed to be taking a step up...
The scarred and mutilated mutant had sworn he'd felt a real life heartbeat the other day, from across the room... It was crazy... Still, he could only really go out when day was in full swing right now; it was the only time he could see far enough to make his way out to forage... And that's what he was doing... foraging... for the group of people who had saved his life.
Indeed, his only purpose had been paying them back for their kindness; the healer had told him that he could fix the wounds, but not the scars, and his eyes would never be the same... He was fine with that, though. Having someone to protect, no matter how damaged he was, made him feel like his life had a purpose... He stopped in his tracks, and looked down to the ground... He'd been so broken, at first... not just physically... Mentally.
His one goal had been protecting the people he loved; one in particular, he'd failed more than any. She must have been so scared when the bomb went off... So alone. Part of him had wanted to give up; let himself fade away into nothingness like countless others had, but the rest reminded him that there were good people to protect... and maybe... maybe he would find her one day...
It put a broken smile on his face. One day he would find her, and everything would be alright.
His head snapped to the side at the sight of a color he hadn't seen in quite some time... Green... A green not covered in the grey dust of concrete... A gasp was drawn from him as the color moved... He took a step forward, squinting his one good eye... Another step.... He felt movement... It was a someone... Another step was taken; the pace quickly sped up into a rushed hobble, and as it did, the image befoer him got clearer and clearer....
It was a person... A person with green skin... a woman... it felt almost like a dream as he approached, and he tried to cough out the words he'd rehearsed a thousand times in his head... 'Andrea! it's okay! you're safe! I'm here! I was so worried you'd been hurt, but i'll defend you now! You have nothing to worry about! I love you!'
All he could get out were sobbing yelps as he neared her, his arms outstretched to embrace her. A hand pressed against his chest, right over his heart... the dream was real, he could feel her...
And then he felt pain... The dream became a nightmare. As the pain crept into his chest, and shock came with it, he spoke the words he'd failed to before.
"A-andrea... it's... it's okay..."
A numb right hand moved up to caress her face as blank eyes tried to look into blurry orange ones... Heh... that was silly... She wouldn't even feel that hand... what was he thinking? The already dark world went darker, and then black.
Saph entered the room alongside Rebecca, his crowbar clenched tightly in his hands. He hobble charged forward to save the man being attacked by the fridge, just like her, but wasn't interrupted by the barrage of flying silverware that assaulted them; he just let them bounce off of his right side harmlessly. The fridge delivered another heart knock to the floored man's head, making his movement cease. Once he was close enough, he used a bit of force to bounce himself up, and send a hefty drop kick at the fridge's side, expending the rest of the force he'd gathered into it. A metal groan was head as the fridge slid back, a painful looking dent in it's side.
The experienced vigilante landed on his feet, and immediately checked on the KOed man... he was out cold... snoring, even... He resisted the urge to chuckle; the man may be hurt, but it looked as though he'd just gotten a few good knocks on the noggin while making coffee; the pot was still clenched tightly in his hand.
Saph was about to wake the man when he felt Rebecca go down behind him, and turned to see the predicament she was in when she cried for help. His hand pulled back, and lashed out, sending the crowbar flying through the air.
THWACK! It embedded itself into the back of the microwave, severing the cord, but not quite disabling the device. The cord went limp as he hobbled toward the machine, winching as a spoon smacked into his temple, leaving a small gash. His hand caught a fork aiming for the same spot, and threw it into the wall as he finally reached the snack machine. A grab of the top of the heavy machine, a deep grunt, and a hearty heave later, and the machine fell onto its back with a loud crash. He turned away from the mess in time for the crippled microwave to smack into him.
With a roar of effort, he grasped it with both hands, and smashed it over his knee, tossing it's bent and twitching form to the ground.
With that done, his eyes turned to Rebecca. "Dust yerself off, Newbie, we got a lot more work to get done, and I can't have you falling over left and right." A tired arm ripped his crowbar from the microwave, and smacked it into an approaching toaster.
His contact-covered eyes stared deep into her soul for a moment... She was afraid; there were a thousand signs pointing it out; the nervous answer to his question, the shaky voice that delivered it... And that look in her eyes... He'd seen it many times before.
"No." He stared silently for a moment, sent a sideways glance to his watch, and then crouched down so that she was at eye level. His blank eyes held an unwavering stare.
"To be brave... you must be afraid. To be afraid, you have to be human. To do what I do, you have to be able to look into the horror filled eyes of a man, evil may he be, and watch as the light leaves them. In order to do that... over, and over again.... You can't be human. You can't be afraid.... You can't be brave. Any fear you have in your heart... dismiss it right now, or you are useless to me. Do you understand, Jury?"
He stared intently for a few moments, and then stood, stepping to the edge of the roof. Intense eyes spied the street below, counting the cars gathered about. His early estimations told him that there were about 10 armed men in the building, with ten more on their way from different locations... If he could get in and take care of the first half, he could set a trap for the others.... After that was done, Judgement could be passed on cousin Arty...
The whole way, he would have to be sure to keep Jury safe; he was painfully aware of her lack of training thus far. He figured throwing her right into the deep end would be a great way to teach her how to swim.... that, or she would sink.
Posted by Saphirus on Jul 15, 2012 22:13:33 GMT -6
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So, after a lot, and I mean a LOT more jumping, they were where they needed to be.
He set her down a little more gently than their spill on the roof before, but not much; once again, be tough, harumph, and whatnot. Along the way he'd been thinking about her hesitation when it came to killing... The human side of him made him wonder what the hell he was thinking; He was seriously asking a child to kill people. He was about to put her in real danger. The force of nature that was the Judge, however, swept those thoughts aside; he was not Saphirus right now, he was no one. It was the same case for her.
The second she agreed to go with him, she had decided not to be a human being; she was an instrument for justice, nothing more, nothing less.
His eyes scanned location that looked like a small deli... The thing was, the way the building was shaped, this deli must have had a really large back room; it was large enough to talk business, at least.
"From here on, you will answer to Jury, and nothing else."
A glance to his watch told him they were just on time; a limo pulled up to the pizza joint, and the owner, a large older man wobbled out, flipping the open sign to closed as the doors opened. "We are at the Vermici family's western headquarters... from here they organize all of their movement in this part of the city... They also use it to hire hit men, and guards... As we speak, the don's cousin, Arty, is looking to hire a new group of gunmen to defend the don's compound... I told him he would be dead within the week, and that has motivated him to surround himself with dangerous people... We are going to throw a wrench in their plans..."
He paused, and looked to the girl.
"Tell me... do you think someone who does what I do is brave?"
It was an odd question, but he felt the need to ask it.
He could tell the announcement of the name hit Sam hard. What's more, it was totally unexpected. The man reacted in honest astonishment, Saph had seen it faked enough times to know. The older mutant took a deep breath and stepped back from his dominant position against the desk, running a hand through his hair.
”She only struck me as a anti-social kid with some troubles, no more than that.”
That was what he needed to hear... Or rather it was the first thing he needed to hear. There was a sort of list in his mind...
”You’re a hundred percent sure it was her?” A confirmation. Fair enough, they couldn't just jump into things. "She confessed, Sam... There was blood all over her. She said the guy deserved to die because he was human... They were all human, or mutants who supported humans... It's like she thinks she's a soldier for some screwed up cause."
Sam pulled out his communicator. Saph retrieved, and closed the folder... He still hadn't said anything Saphirus wanted to hear.
1. We need to find her. ”…. We need to talk to her… to…” It was close, but a little too forgiving.
2. We need to stop her. ”We take her in…” Take her in... Saph's fists clenched a little. Jesus, he really wanted to talk this out with her? She was a mass murderer! She killed on a whim! His tired eyes closed for a moment... and then two. Alright... they opened once more. They would take her in... He was an X-Man; he would follow Sam's lead... but if she fought back just a little too hard, she was fair game in his mind.
”Where did you see her last?”
"Just a few blocks shy of that Sanctuary place; I hear she hangs out there. She was trying to invite a homeless mutant there... I brought the mutant in question to the mansion instead." Skydancer... Interesting woman; he was glad she hadn't been swayed to go with Aura. Who knows what would have happened?
Deep in the earth, in a forgotten place that once sat below a beacon of hope for millions, a figure stood, it's form shrouded by the cold grip of darkness. In the back ground, a loud, grating thump echoed through the concealed passages, it's sound lost to the outside world.
A building stood tall and independent,as fresh in his mind as the bright summer day he'd last laid eyed on it. It filled him with pride to say he lived behind it's walls, and even more to say he served along-side it's greatest heroes. He was an X-Man, and he was in love... The kind of joy he felt was nearly untouchable...
The figure's wrist flicked, and a spark of electricity illuminated a welder's mask. A steady hand guided a small rod across an arc of electricity, bleeding the rod into two angled pieces of metal... The crackling sound was nearly drowned out by the generator in the background, but none of the noise bothered him; in fact, it had a calming effect... Something about the drone of progress brought about a comforting numbness that was all too welcome in these times. Contact was removed, and the arc disappeared. A click was heard as a light bulb sparked into existence, revealing a gloved hand, and scarred flesh at the wrist.
The feeling was indescribable... The flash of light, his body's reaction, the inability to move as the shockwave passed through him, gladly announcing that it was so much bigger than anything he'd ever imagined... After minutes, hours, or seconds of inconceivable confusion, one chilling thought pulled him out of the daze... Her... His head lifted to see the rubble around him; a ruined city stood in the place of what he'd sworn to protect with his life.
A slow nod found the light clicked off again, another piece of metal moved into position, and yet another arc of electricity mended a wound created by two steel plates. The figure was sure to be careful in his welds; they had to be perfect, they had to be strong. They had a big job ahead of them. The light clicked on once more, and a single dim eye held the object close, to be sure he hadn't botched the weld.
But he was alive, and the city was dead. There was nothing he could do about that. All he could do was go home, and hope to a god he'd never had faith in that he spared the one person in his life that was worth anything. When he finally made it to those once proud walls, he found them crumbled, and filled with dead friends, the product of paranoia and ignorant rage. As for her... He never found her.
It looked alright... He repeated the whole process again, and then once more until he had a basic shape to work with... The click of the light bulb revealed a small box made from fairly thick steel. He held it up, and very, very close, and a clouded eye passed over it countless times... He would have to have someone else in particular take a look at it to be sure, but it looked solid, and without holes, save the opening on one side. He set it down, and took off his mask, clicking off the light as he did so... There was no reason to keep it on.
What he did find where people... Angry people; a mob. He recognized some of them. They were people whose lives he'd saved, people who'd thanked him only weeks before for saving their loved ones. Now, they didn't see him as a savior; they saw him as a monster. To them he was a symbol of the knife in the heart of a dying world. To him, they were still innocent people; he couldn't fight back... He could only try to run.
With eyes closed, the world came to life; he felt it around him as he walked, the dark hallways as bright as day, the urgent pitter-pattering of little rat feet tickling his one unhindered sense... It was a miracle, how life seemed to find a way to adapt to loss... Where he lost most of his sight, and his hearing in one ear was forever dampened, he gained a new way of seeing the world. There was always that sadness, though, at the things you had to lose to gain such gifts.
He tried... he tried so hard to escape without hurting anyone... With the roar of deafening energy in his body from the blast that broke the spine of his home, he could have made them all disappear, but he couldn't. He ran one way, they cut him off, he wanted to jump away, but he might hurt one of them in the process... They threw things at him; bottles, bricks, rocks... He blocked them the best he could. When he felt a bottle flying in from behind, he spun and tried to smash it from the air, but where other bottles brought only air with them, this one brought fire. Before he knew it, he was engulfed in flames.
A hand grasped a bottle as the other set down the incomplete box. The mouth was lifted to warped lips, where amber liquid passed through, and seared his insides... It warmed him, deep, deep inside, but it would never be enough to make the cold go away.
How could they? How could they call themselves human? It was his only clear thought among the chorus of screams in his mind as the flames ate him alive. He let all of the energy go; He didn't care anymore. He didn't care that he could feel the shrapnel bursting from the ground beneath his feet, and ripping into the crowd as he was flung through the air. He didn't care that some of them still had families to care for, that they were lost and confused and felt they were doing the right thing... The people of New York city were dead; every single one of them died in that explosion. All that was left were sick, soulless bodies trying their best to keep their crummy hearts still beating... Yes... They were all dead... And as he landed, some thousands of feet away... Saphirus realized he was dead, too.
He watched her fiddle with the shield, opening and closing it a few times; good, she would need to learn how to use it quickly, and he would give her a little time while they talked to get flicking it about out of her system. Was it irritating? A little, but he was a damned grown-up. He could bear it.
Her reaction to the mentioning of the Vermici family made his eyes snap to her... Hmm... That was an odd reaction. He was fairly sure the Vermici's trying to get into the M-trade wasn't public knowledge by any means... She said something about overhearing such talk at the Sanctuary... Maybe he would have to take a closer look... Perhaps he wouldn't break down any doors this time. For now, though, he wouldn't question his companion... He would save that for later.
"I placed the Don's son in the hospital... His spine is broken... Before too long, I plan to make his life even worse. He's the kind of person who deserves more than just a quick judgement. Those types are rare, though... When you kill, kill quickly and mercifully. Only kill when you know your target is guilty, or if they aim to kill you... Otherwise, lethal force is not necessary." He watched her experiment with the shield, and while he approved, he took another look at his watch, and barked. "Enough playing around, we have to go."
He reached out a hand for the young one to grab, and prepared himself for another series of jumps.
They approached the next room with a gentler hand, at least when it came to the door, and they were in immediately. Saph crushed an intercom system that flew his way, and went about disabling the chairs in the conference room quickly as Rebecca assessed the situation.
A grin formed on his face as he heard the timid question. "Um, Saph, dae ye feel pain on yer right?" Nearly cut off by a cry for help, he felt the rush of a heavy impact, and the transfer of amplified energy into his body. He was finishing off the chairs as the blows rained in, and with each one his grin widened a little until his arm was buzzing.
"Heh... you give the nicest gifts..." In the blink of an eye he was sliding underneath the table, which was very close to causing some serious damage to the people it pinned. The experienced X-man trainee stood in place, his left palm leading in the climb, and sending out the energy the striking shield had gifted.
With a loud CRRRRAAAACK, the table flew back and up in two parts, each landing in shambles. The people mostly collapsed where they were, Leading Saph to step up and dance about taking out any objects that tried to harm them. In a hobbly, yet somehow smooth and calculated series of movements, he became a practical wall in front of the business men and women until they could recover.
It wasn't too long before things stopped coming, and Saph allowed himself to wipe the sweat from his brow, and lean on his knees.
"Ah.... ah.... alright... Next room, huh?" Maybe he was getting old... Nah, he still had another ten years in him at least, right? "Yeh... Let's go." He assisted Rebecca in getting the people out of the room, and directing them to Gawain, and then lined up at the next door. If it meant saving all of the people left in this building, he would grind himself into the ground and get up for more... Why? He was an X-man... It was his job...
Posted by Saphirus on Jun 29, 2012 17:20:34 GMT -6
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I hereby nominate Soot for mutant of the month!
Soot is an arsonist.Why is Soot an arsonist? Could it have something to do with the fact that his mutation allows him to turn to smoke? No, actually.
As illustrated in Adaptive Arson, Soot burns down buildings in order to deliver souls to his goddess Scora. He does this so that one day Scora will hopefully remake his lost wife.
Holy crap, right? All kindsa crazy right there. But unlike many character who do crazy things, he has the ability to seem perfectly normal, albeit a bit old and grumpy. You can see that in his thread with Megan, in which they both attend a bar! A Special Kind of Cocktail
Of course, he is planning on burning down the bar, but that's just how he works!
Finally, there is that cockiness and sense of adventure that comes out when Skydancer challenges him to a race to the mansion! He is even kind enough to offer her a 60 second head start! See it in Unexpected Adventures!
All in all, Soot has created an excellent character, and that, my friends, is why I feel he deserves to be Mutant of the Month!
Edit: Guglin has requested I throw in another link, and it's a good one at that!
Watch as two odd characters discover each other whilst in the beautiful wilderness of the park! Pursuit in the Park!
