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.
The last two weeks my grandmother's been in the hospital, and yesterday we pulled her off of life support. I'll be busy for the next few days for sure with funeral arrangements and what not. On top of that, my work has been astronomically busy (I'm working 12+ hours a day, 6-7 days a week at the moment with 3 all nighters in the past 3 weeks so far). Between those two things, eating and sleeping I don't really have any time off for anything else (I'm currently wearing dirty socks because there is no time to wash them). I don't really expect to be back into the swing of things until September. If you can't wait that long on a response from me on a thread feel free to skip me (I'm pretty sure all of my threads currently are 3+ characters). I'll be trying to pop in to check PMs and probably cbox as well if I get some render time at work, so feel free to let me know if you'd like to do something like that.
Sorry to all the people I owe posts to. I've had a rough couple weeks for quite a few reasons, and although this week is looking better I should probably warn you that I might be a few more days before I start firing off posts again.
That news was just enough to wake him up from his daze. 'Just a few blocks away.' 'Specialized in discretion.' These were type of things he was hoping to hear. There was a tone in her voice similar to one that had been in Sam’s when he’d first mentioned the discretion being an issue. It was the tone someone used when they thought you were being paranoid. He’d heard it before, and he’d likely hear it again, but he wasn’t going to concern himself with what these people thought of him, so long as they were willing to help on his terms.
The simple facts remained that he’d been witness to a murder, killed someone else himself and assaulted a kid, all in the last few days. Somewhere out there his hard-to-forget face was on a police bulletin board, and he had no intention of putting himself in their line of sight by just wandering in to a hospital. And as far as he was concerned, this low profile was working out pretty well.
The car came to a stop finally, and after waiting for the driver to open the door, Sam helped Shane climb out. He’d almost forgotten he’d lost his arms when Sam’s helping hand stretched out for his. A very roughly assembled limb extended from his sleeve, creating a bit of a cartoon garden hose effect as the new mass filled it’s way through the fabric. The hand that came out the end was a little bit more clumpy then a real hand, but it was dark, so hopefully it wouldn't creep Sam out too much.
Once he exited the vehicle his first steps on the pavement were enough for him to stumble and fall to his knees again, though this time he did manage to avoid falling on top of anyone. H was so close, and yet it felt like he had so much more to go.
I've been wanting to try and get Shane a bit involved with the Pit in some way as well, so I'd be pretty happy tagging along in a thread like that with you, Aurion. Seeing as I need more Feral threads too, that seems like a good way to double up.
I think there should be a more compelling reason to try and infiltrate their stronghold then supplies though. There are definitely other factions around that would be less risky to try stealing from, so there should be a good reason for it. However I don't think it necessarily needs to be Chase who wants to break in. I'm just brainstorming, but it might be interesting if one of the other Ferals wants something (possibly for selfish reasons) from inside their fortress and Chase volunteers to go, only to end up getting caught. That at least makes it a little less Chase-centric, if you are concerned about that.
I have no idea what anyone else would want from in there though.
Shane is currently running with the Ferals, but I haven't really done much with him in the plot so far, and the Pit always sounded like fun to me. I'd be interested in getting him mixed up with Roach in the near future, though I don't really know what role he could fill (he doesn't exactly have the best track record when it comes to hand-to-hand fights on this site).
Shane retracted his arms back into his body, though for the sake of his uneasy host, he did so slowly, making sure to keep his jacket’s sleeves as puffed up as possible. He figured he’d have a much easier time avoiding getting any more of his own bodily fluids all over everything if he didn’t have hands to aimlessly touch everything with. However, his brief experience with this new girl suggested that the sight of him ditching his arms wouldn't go over well, so stealth was of the essence. He crossed his arms across his chest before they receded back into his body, and that is the position the sleeves stayed for the rest of the ride.
He took a look out of the window, choosing to avoid as much eye contact with his rescuers as he could. Riding in cars was such an uncommon and wondrous occurrence for him that simply watching the streetlights whiz by him had an almost mesmerizing effect. He started drifting off into a bit of a day dream as the highlights and shadows blended into one giant mess of colours. Shane was ready to fall asleep at any moment, and this ride was like a lullaby to him.
“How long until we get there?” he asked of Sam without actually looking at either of the other riders. The words were accompanied by a drawn out yawn, and he rested his head against the window after asking it. He started to close his eyes, trying to stay awake as best he could, partially to hear the answer to his question, but primarily to prevent himself from drooling on the window.
Despite having regained his balance (or at least managing it) Sam had grabbed hold of Shane’s jacket to hold him up. He put up a minor struggle, not liking being grabbed in such a way, but it hurt to fight back, and perhaps he deserved to be controlled a little more thoroughly. After a couple futile attempts to free himself, he conceded to Sam’s grasp.
>>“Can we get going? Standing in this alley is not helping anyone.”
Shane nodded in agreement. He was sick of this place, sick of these people, and sick of this damn wound. He just wanted to get the hell out of there and move on with his life. When Sam’s grasp started moving him towards the limo, he followed along with minimal resistance. The two of them started making their way towards the car where the driver stood holding the door open. The look on his face was an unmistakable frown of disapproval. What was unclear to Shane though was whom it was directed at. He’d grown accustomed to those looks being aimed at him, but this man very easily could have been looking at Sam. Now that would be a pleasant surprise.
Shane climbed in to the back seat with a little help from Sam. This was the first time he’d been in any kind of vehicle with wheels in years, so the smooth feeling of the fabric the seats were made from was a strange, but pleasant experience. Once he’d managed to get himself comfortable he started running his fingers up and down the seats, fully experiencing the texture. Not really his typical behavior, but he’d lost a fair amount of blood by this point. That blood, of course, was now being rubbed across the seat where his fingers touched.
It took him a few moments before he realized what he’d been doing. One thing was for sure though; the driver’s look of disapproval was definitely directed towards him now.
The limo rolled up the curve, stopping out in front of them. This was the first time Shane had seen a limo this close up and, much like everything else that night, he had an immediate resentment for its owner because of the extravagance of the whole thing. A limo? Really? It was all he could think about until the man behind the wheel climbed out to open the rear door. He’d thought the driver and Sam made a strange pair as friends until it became clear that this man was only there to drive the car and open the doors. A limo and a driver, more fodder for his resentment.
Sam came over to Shane’s aid and helped him up, now that what little food had still been in his belly was all over the wall. He commended the boy’s ability to deal with the smell, though. If he’d smelt it on a full stomach, he’d probably be ill all over again.
Still, he continued to make life difficult for his rescuer by refusing any more help then being lifted to his feet. Once he was standing he moved away from Sam, just enough that he was out of the boys reach. He really wasn’t sure why he was continuing to act this way. He was aware enough to know that he was there to help, but for some reason he couldn’t help but try to keep his distance. The tricks from earlier in the night seemed to have left a stronger impression then he was willing to admit.
Sam shot Shane a ‘keep your mouth shut’ glare, which he was fine with; the less he needed to talk to this person, the better as far as he was concerned. She approached out of the darkness in a rather summery dress - not what he’d been expecting at all. Her attire some how made this whole event seem less believable. He’d spent a lot of time in dirty alleys like this one, and it was a rare sight to see someone so well dressed on the street corner.
The two of them started talking to each other, Sam with an apologetic expression, his friend with an unimpressed one. Shane, on the other hand, stuck with Sam’s unspoken advice and kept to himself, listening to their every word. It was slightly uncomfortable though, being the topic of discussion when he wasn’t completely involved in the conversation. Subconsciously he started to lean in on their chat.
Keeping balance while he stubbornly shunned Sam’s help was an act that required a fair bit of focus to achieve, and now that his attention had drifted from carefully maintaining his balance to this other conversation, he was finding it hard to stand up. With a bit of a wobble Shane stumbled forward, reaching out an arm towards each of the two people in front of him for support. Both of those hands, unfortunately, still contained some form or vomit or dried blood.
“Sorry,” he mumbled to the other two as he quickly righted himself, backing off from their conversation a little farther and settling on his knees again. He truly had a talent for pushing people’s buttons.
These hunting trips were some of the happier times in Shane’s life. They reminded him of all the freedom and pride he’d felt when he lived in the giant national park all those years ago, tracking and hunting deer or other such prey to stay alive. Perhaps the selection wasn’t quite as consistent this time around, but he did have one added bonus this time around: a partner.
Amber had introduced a new type of hunting to Shane’s arsenal since he joined her and her little band of allies after the fallout. Shane had always been a predator of opportunity, like a spider. He’d waited for prey to wander under his perched position, then dive bomb down on them, usually suffocating them to death. Now though, while working in conjunction with Amber’s dinosaur forms, a different strategy was needed. One that was a little more aggressive and could keep up with her swift methods, and he’d heard that mimicry was the highest form of flattery.
It had taken a few attempts to perfect his own shift, but Shane managed to pull off a fairly convincing replica of Amber’s deinonychus form, aside from a slightly smaller build and a significant change in colour. He couldn’t replicate the sounds, but the image of the two of them was something most of their prey wasn’t mentally prepared for, which worked to their advantage.
His partner was the real leader of these operations. Her senses were far more impressive then his ever could be, so when she gave him the signal to move into position, he did as told until he could pick up the scent himself. She clicked at him a few times, and although the actual meaning was completely lost on him, he’d heard the pattern enough times to know that it meant the hunt was on.
The two of them split up after a short sprint to close in on the target. Just close enough that Shane’s own senses could locate who and what it was they were aiming for. He couldn’t see them yet, but between his nose and ears, he could tell at least one of the group they were advancing on wasn’t human. Once on their own, the pace slowed to a crawl as they stealthily advanced on their position, Shane moving in for the initial direct strike, leaving Amber to deal the final blow from their flank.
Shane was close enough now to see what it was they were hunting: a young man and two strange black dogs. The boy seemed harmless enough, but the dogs had the potential to cause trouble; perhaps it would be best to deal with them first. As they turned to leave the small cache they’d dug up and head back to the city, Shane hesitated as one of the hounds seemed to have spotted him, or at the least it was aware of him.
He started weighing the pros and cons of charging the dog, but the need to eat was way up on the top, and the faint chirping noises of his partner questioning what he was waiting for was all he needed to dive in to the problem head first. He was as silent as he could be, but was in full sprint, charging directly at the small dog. He was sure to show off his intimidating maw of razor sharp teeth, waiting for the pup to turn around and run off into Amber’s waiting grasp.
>> “If she talks to you please try and be a little nice, she doesn’t take criticism well.”
Shane grunted a sound of reluctant agreement with a minimal nod. He wasn’t happy with being told what to say or when to say it, but really, he didn’t want to do much talking anyways. He had one arm out, resting against the wall supporting his weight, and his current posture implied he was prepared for vomiting (it hadn’t happened yet, but he certainly felt like it might). He was still trying to stand up, but it was proving to be a fairly stressful thing to do. This friend of his really couldn’t get here soon enough.
“Whatever.” He muttered under his breath.
He had mixed feeling about this stranger that was coming. On the one had, she seemed to be his salvation, coming to his aid, going to fix him all up. On the other, he could tell by Sam’s tone that she wasn’t exactly going to like helping him much at all. It seemed pretty clear he wasn’t going to be up to this girl’s standards. To be fair, he didn’t really hold it against her. He wouldn’t have thought much of someone who looked like him either, but that didn’t really mean he couldn’t help but feel a little resentment towards her.
The headlights peered around the corner as the vehicle that he could only assume contained this girl came hurtling towards them. He attempted to straighten his posture up to make a ‘good impression’ for her, but the pain of the sudden movement shot through his while body, and he hunched over violently. Fortunately he was already in a good position for the vomit, because it was definitely coming right then and there.
Hey guys, I'm going to be on a little trip to New York this weekend starting tomorrow so I probably won't be very active, but hopefully the hotel will have internet, and I'm still going try and pop on (There's a ton of AoS stuff that needs to get started up this weekend!)
We did talk about doing a hunting thread with the townies, but I'd be open to anything else. Perhaps something chronologically before said hunting thread. Shane and Amber first meeting up, maybe? (since I was late to the party joining up ooc, I'm imagining him being the 'new guy' in the group anyways).
Like Markus said, (mad) scientists doing research on mutants seems like a pretty plausible way to have multiple scenarios (like the ones listed) happening at the same time on the island. I think without that element that ties it all together though you'd be better off just picking one thing (hunters chasing down the mutants, gladiator pit, etc...) and sticking with it. You don't want too much happening on this island (I'm picturing it as a relatively small island).
I'm just brainstorming here, but if you were to go with the scientist angle, perhaps it could have something to do with trying to stress them into further mutation, or something along those lines. We already have it so mutations tend to first show up in our characters lives after a traumatic experience, perhaps they could be testing the theory that putting enough pressure on these captured mutants could cause growths in their powers, hence throwing them into a pretty grim life or death scenario?
Very interested in this. Definitely signing Shane up to be hunted (nice change of pace since I'll probably have him doing some hunting in AoS). I'm also pretty intrigued by this Villain Creation Facility. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it's goal is to make mutants in to meaner/nastier versions of what they were before?
