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.
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He watched in a combination of horror and frustration as suddenly that large tentacle lashed out, aimed directly for him. He raised the plasma cutter and figured that if he couldn’t kill it, at least he could distract it long enough for both himself and Isaac to flee through the doorway and into safety. It would have been good to have at least some back up in whatever twisted level that Game Lord would throw at him next. But he never got the chance to fire a single round.
A hand gripped him by his shoulder and suddenly Jorge felt himself being shoved into the doorway, just out of the reach of that leviathan of an appendage. Jorge stumbled to the ground of the dark room and snapped his attention back around to face Isaac, standing where he once had been.
“Isaac! Come on!” Jorge tried to urge him into the room.
Isaac simply shook his head as he tossed aside his plasma cutter and pulled out another dangerous looking weapon, this one looking as if it had a buzzsaw attachment. The ripper buzzed to life as Isaac ducked down under a massive swing of the tentacle before he raised his arm and opened fire. Indeed, a buzzsaw blade sprang from the weapon and sliced with a most horrific sound against the tentacle. While it was distracted, Isaac turned.
But instead of walking in, he struck the panel to the door hard enough so that it began to swing closed and, more than likely, lock into place.
“Get out of here! Stop these things!”
“Isaac! You don’t understand!!” Jorge yelled out. But it was too late. The door slammed and the detective was plunged into darkness. All that followed were the sounds of fighting, slicing, and, inevitably, screaming.
Jorge bowed his head. Picking up the discarded plasma cutter, he sighed as he removed the ammo and saved it for his own weapon. He still had a game to play…
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There was no more room for words…only running and fighting. Jorge heard the footsteps of Isaac following behind him but he did not turn back to look. Instead the detective kept his eyes on the doorway beyond the pile of bodies. He slipped around creatures, batted them off with his plasma cutter, and cut them down whenever he could. The few that he missed, he saw fall anyways thanks to Isaac; Jorge was glad he did not go through this part alone.
As he ran, though, Jorge breathed to calm himself and barely listened to the sounds that erupted from all around.
“Hiiiiissssssss!!!”
SLASH!
CLANK!!
STAB!!
“ARRGH!!”
“RUN! KEEP RUNNING!”
SLASH! SLASH!![/b]
Jorge scarcely saw the world around him but only kept moving, swiping, and shooting whenever he had the opportunity or need to. Necromorphs fells by the droves and Jorge could see the doorway looming ahead, darker and far more inviting than he ever thought it would be. He was not going to let anything stop him now.
Running forward, Jorge suddenly kicked out as he struck the head of one of the smaller aliens, sending it flying off to the side and smearing against a metallic wall. Jorge had just reached the doorway and sighed in relief when suddenly the entire hallway shook. He gasped and held onto the frame as suddenly a huge, tentacle like arm ripped through the walls as if they were tissue paper.
Jorge’s vision was filled with the sight. And he cursed…
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They were winning but it was definitely getting close. The more of those things they dropped, it seemed, the quicker more took their place. At this rate they were going to run out of ammo and that was obvious not an option that they could abide by. No, they needed to find some way to get past them and to continue through the rest of the ship but it just seemed impossible. Impossible. Jorge blinked as he took down another one of those creatures.
Impossible, that is exactly what Game Lord would want me to believe. He would want me to want to turn back and waste my time exploring the rest of the ship. It was through that wave of monsters that his next exit lay, he was certain of it. After all, why else would there by so many monsters concentrated in one space? No, Game Lord was smart, and in his attempt to pile on the pain, in inadvertently showed his hand.
Isaac was already backing away but not to run, simply so that he could swing around better and dismember more of those creatures as they attempted to swarm him. Jorge hated asking the construct to stand and fight…but he knew that it was the only way. He eyed the length of the all, pass the mountain of death, and spied that there indeed was a door labeled exit. It could have been any door but what drew his attention to it was the fact that it was open and the in the blackness within, he saw the resemblance to every door that he had walked through.
That was it.
“HIIISSSSSSS!!!!”[/b]
Jorge jumped back as onto the creatures leapt in close and attempted and slash at his face. Jorge barely managed to dodge, but it was enough for him to raise his plasma cutter and squeeze two rounds, effectively slaying the creature before his eyes.
He yelled over the loud confusion of battle.
“Isaac! We have to get past them!” he yelled and pointed to the doorway beyond. “We can escape through there! I know it!”
Isaac eyed the man through his helmet, firing and reloading his plasma cutter whenever he had the chance. For a moment there Jorge feared that maybe he was not going to take him seriously. But after a second, Isaac nodded as he pointed.
“Go! I’ll cover you!” he raised his cutter again and brought down another alien.
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It was a number larger than Jorge had expected. The creatures, necromorphs is what Isaac called them, were all milling about a pile of what the detective could only assume were bodies. It was so disgusing a sight that the police officer could hardly describe. Suffice it to say, though, it was the stuff of nightmares. The sights, the scents, the sounds, they would be things that he would never forget and, worst of all, they came from the imagination of some game programmer. He shuddered at the very thought of it.
But he did not get too long a chance to observe. Just as they turned to retreat, one look from one of the aliens and they were instantly spotted. A primal cry rang out and soon all those beasts turned to face them. A collective hiss ran out as suddenly the entire swarm all turned and began to charge them in a wave of screams, gnashing, and the clinking of bone on metal. It was a sight that would have shaken the resolve of the strongest man.
Jorge, though, simply knelt as Isaac stood behind and above him. Both raised their plasma cutters and aimed their laser sights onto the first clear set of limbs and began to open fire.
The detective was not enough sure what he was firing but whatever it was, it was damn effective. When he hit joints, they were ripped apart and soon the first wave of the creatures had fall into bloodied heaps. But they were swarmed over by the next line, and the next, and the next, all of which showed absolutely no fear about what both Jorge and Isaac were doing. It was obvious that the consensus was that any living flesh that was not their own had to die.
Jorge squeezed the trigger a few more times and brought down another pair of the creatures when he was suddenly out of ammo.
“Reload!” he yelled as he Isaac brought down another of the necromorphs before he reached into his pack and tossed Jorge more ammo. Remembering how Isaac showed him to reload this device, he clicked the magazine into place before raising his gun again and squeezed the trigger.
If these things wanted to pick a fight then he was going to show them the exact ramifications of it!
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The two men (one real and the other a video game construct) crept forward, their plasma cutter’s held high as they tried to steel themselves up for what they were about to face. It sounded like it was more than just one of those creatures, now, and considering just how hard it was to kill one, Jorge was not looking forward to a number of them. But he had to keep himself in the right mind set. He could not allow himself to give in to Game Lord of any of his mad constructs.
Besides, Jorge could tell that he was already getting to the man. After all one of his very own constructs was actually helping him right now. The mad game aficionado was beginning to get sloppy and the second he got sloppy, Jorge knew that he was almost out. All he had to do was keep that man on his toes by surviving.
A glance to Isaac and a silent agreement was confirmed with a nod. They were going to follow through and investigate what was down the hall. There was absolutely no turning back now.
“Remember,” Isaac whispered as they reached the corner that turned into the hallway. “Aim only for limbs and keep moving. You stand still for too long or don’t want your flank and they will sneak up. And if they get too close, a quick hit from this,” he held up the plasma cutter, “should disorient them enough for you get a clean shot. Got it?”
Jorge nodded. Really what else could be said? Limbs and joints were the weak spots. Jorge was a damn good crack shot to be able to nail that (or so he assumed). His mettle would be tested soon enough.
With a breath and a nod, both men raised their weapons and moved into the hall…
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>> "Some of the children who run the military got into a pissin' contest. A few, including myself, got discharges. Honorable of course….”
Jorge nodded as he listened to the man. It was always interesting to learn the life of another, to hear them tell their story of how they got to place that they are in. Jorge had always been interested in that, seeing has he only had the experience of one tiny fraction of the world: his own. But listening to others, learning their stories, was always such an interesting experience. Maybe it was because he was a cop (and half the time one had to listen to stories to be a cop) but he had a knack for listening to others.
>> “Since then I moved up here. Did some contract work, straightened out some crazy yanks."[/color]
Immediately Jorge had arched a brow at that last comment. Contract work? That could mean anything and a variety of which could be illegal. The man would have had to have been pretty stupid to admit something like that to a police officer but one never knew. Jorge was about to speak up to ask about that but he was silenced by a wave of the other man’s hand.
>> "Nothin' illegal. A raised voice can work wonders."
He nodded. At least that was a comfort.
“Nothing wrong with finding work where we can,” he said. “You ever consider police work?” he asked with a tilt of his head. “We could always use a steady hand like yours.”
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>> "Combat makes fer the best teacher. Where'd you learn t' shoot? You do a lot better 'an most officers I've seen."[/color]
Jorge never really saw himself as anything of a crack shot. To be honest his training was simply was all he took but he had to admit that he did take a natural affinity to it when it came time to learn. The man always hit his target and exactly where he wanted to. Maybe it was his sense of not wanting to harm innocents, or maybe it simply was that it was a natural talent of his; whatever the case, Jorge was a good shot.
“Police academy down in Miami,” he said with a slight shrug. “Guess I just have an affinity for it and some good teachers.”
It was odd that he did have a knack for shooting. It was not like he had any experience with it before he joined the academy; his father was no good with guns and his mother didn’t allow anything like that in the house but Jorge took to it like a fish to water. Maybe he was just born with a good eye and a steady hand.
“What’re you doing these days?” Jorge asked in the manner of interest. “Still in the military?”
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The Duke returned and Jorge knew that now they had little time to prepare. They were going to have to wing the rest of this encounter since they had had little time to talk. At least Jorge was able to inform Paul about his and Shawn’s experience, but what he wouldn’t have been able to give to just speak with not only Shawn and Paul alone, but also Lumen, just so that they could all have their records straight. Already everything was growing far too twisted and confusing to follow, but hopefully they could keep their wits about them until they could indeed be alone.
Before long they were led outside and instantly Jorge was struck by the smells again. He remembered reading about the medieval times in books when he was in college, especially when he was reading about class literature so it was obvious that sanitation was an issue. But he had to admit that the people everywhere did look rather healthy.
He did not have much time to stare, though, as he was led one by the duke, through the gathered people to some other very important individuals who were standing at wait. A glance and Jorge spied that indeed it was the King, his family, and the noble court. Apparently it was show time…
>> "My Liege,I bring before you three strangers that have come to our land. Sir Shawn of Beetlejuice and Sir Jorge of Hogwarts along with their companion and confessor, Friar Paul. They were set upon by bandits outside the city but have now come to pay homage to the ruler of this land!"
God those names! Jorge was only glad that none of those texts had been written around this time or they would be in huge trouble. He then noticed Shawn mouthing those words to him and the detective could only give a very subtle shrug. It was true, it was never in the cards that they would be paying homage. Unless the man took cash, but Jorge doubted that. Instead, Jorge bowed his head and kept silence when Shawn decided to take a step forward and greet the king. He listened intently with hopes figuring some way to endear themselves to the king and not get killed…
>> "Your majesty…The Duke is correct. We have traveled far and wish to thank you for allowing us safe passage into this marvelous kingdom that you have created. Our kingdoms send their regards and hearing that your son has recovered from the Flux give hope for our kingdoms that we shall be as fortunate as y'all.."[/color]
Jorge actually winced a little at the sound of the young man’s accent. It was a slip up but hopefully it was small enough that it wouldn’t draw too much attention to them. In silence, Jorge attempted to keep looking as if he too were really believing everything that Shawn was saying and, at the same time, watched the crowd and the royal party closely. The detective was not entirely sure what he was looking for, whether it be a way out of this place or anything else out of the ordinary, but he remained silent on the subject. He really just wanted this whole thing to be done and over with. But…they needed to play along.
As he heard Paul say earlier...
>> ”Game time.”
Game time indeed… he thought…
>> "As your kingdom has been on avoiding the Flux."[/color]
Once Shawn had finished speaking, he sighed as he tried to think of something to say, something to at least aid their cause in being here. A glance to the man and Jorge gave him a nod that he did just fine. He took a step forward and also knelt before the king and his family.
“My traveling companion has spoke the truth, my lord,” Jorge started. “Our kingdoms wish to offer our congratulations to your family and many blessings of joy for the future.” Jorge then slowly, not threateningly, removed his elegant, silver sword from the sheath and buried the tip into the ground between both himself and the king. “Our kingdoms also wish to express their joy and pay homage to your grace by offering the services of their two knights, Sir Shawn and myself. For as long as we are guests within your glorious kingdom we are at your service.”
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Jorge chuckled as he was pulled into his apartment. It seemed that there was just something in the air ever since he had proposed. They really were acting like teenagers all the time now, but neither of them were really complaining about this. Today, though, it was apparently the act of grocery shopping together that had offered casual yet meaningful glances at one another. The accidentally grazing of fingers, the holding of hands, stolen kisses; by the time that they had reached the check-out line, they were ready to head back to his apartment.
Once inside, and the door was closed and locked, and grocery bags were carefully set aside (not thrown since they were not animals), their lips met again. It was such a feeling to know that he was going to be married to this woman before long. But just as he managed to get his jacket off…his cell phone rang.
He took an exasperated breath as he leaned his forehead against her’s and shook his head.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he grumbled as he fished his phone out of his jean pockets (wasn’t easy since Gemma still had her hands in there and was smirking). When he did pull out the phone and put it to his ear, he grumbled. “Yeah?”.
>> "Jorge? This is Mirror from the X-team. We have a mission. The Crystal Tower downtown just came alive and it ain't friendly. Police is already on the site. Call to all X-men right now. Where are you?”
“Ugh…with my…heh…fiancée.” he replied, trying to sound just a tad more professional and not like some kid who had been caught with his girlfriend.
>> “Oh. I see. Tell her I'm taking the team. I'll see you there in fifteen. Suit up."
So much for arguing. He simply agreed and turned to look at Gemma. She could already see that there was something important going on so both of them had turned back to their regular, adult mentalities. He sighed, though, irritated that he had to postpone things with her but with what Mirror was talking about, it sounded like his help was going to be needed. He shook his head as he leaned over and kissed her again.
“I’ve got to go,” he said as he nodded to his spare bag that he kept next to his closet. It was the one bag he kept rhere that kept not only spare clothes, but his x-uniform.
A nod from Gemma and he knew that she understood. After he changed into his uniform, Jorge promised he would be safe, and dashed out of the room. He would make it up to her, that much he knew…
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The two companions continued on, stalking the halls in search of whatever objective that Isaac had in mind. Jorge did not feel like informing them that they were both actually in just a game and that none of this was real. But that seemed to be a rather poor decision if he did so. He needed an ally, especially considering how tough that thing was to kill. The detective could only guess at his objective if the exit did not present itself after he had killed it. Obviously Game Lord had put tougher restrictions on it.
But, in order to at least learn a little about what was happening, Jorge decided to ask. Maybe that would at least give him an objective and lead to a possible exit from this level.
“What happened here?”
Isaac was quiet for a moment before he had decided to respond. “Been meaning to ask you the same thing. The crew I’m with came to investigate and all hell broke loose. I assumed you were one of the colony members.”
“I’ve…been asleep,” was all Jorge could come up with. That was probably the easiest way to explain why he did know what was going on and to at least sound like he still belonged in this game and earn the man’s trust.
Isaac said nothing at first and merely seemed to contemplate what the man had said. Whether or not he bought the story, Jorge couldn’t tell since he couldn’t see his face. But he at least hoped that the man realized that he was at here to help.
Finally the armored man spoke up.
“Probably in stasis sleep,” he muttered. “Would explain why you don’t remember anything. But you’re damn lucky. Could have died while you were sleeping.”
Jorge nodded but before he could say anything in response, he heard the guttural grunt from up ahead. Isaac heard it too and it sounded far too familiar. The pair of them immediately armed their plasma cutters and cautiously moved into the next hall…
