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.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 24, 2012 11:46:28 GMT -6
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"Don't play much do you?" Sledge asked Aedus after the man's last round. Aedus might be thinking that their score was down to one twenty-six, but seeing as he hadn't hit a double in their first round, in Sledge's mind they stood at a mere one hundred thirty four. Should he bite the bullet and just let the old men win? Would such an act make him appear better in Maggie's book? Some men just hate to loose, and if you let them win it just makes things worse for yourself.
He switched his hold on the darts. Those men that hate to loose? He was one of them. It was one of the reasons why he stayed in scraps with his mates, even when he was the one taking all the punches. There was the tensing up in his muscles, and he knew that the dart would fly at a speed that no normal human would be able to throw it at. His first dart went whizzing, hitting the double twenty yet again. With the addition of his mutation it stuck into the board deeper than it should have. On the plus side with a smaller score, his opponents would have to be extra careful with their tosses. Nine isn't a very wide berth, and if they didn't take care they would easily bust. On the other hand he was playing against people who were better than him and could probably get rid of that nine on their first toss. Now was the time to follow the plan that had been taught to him. The single twenty came easily as well, now that he was using his own technique for throwing the darts, but Sledge could feel something wrong with it.
Aedus, while having scored higher than Sledge consistently, didn't seem to have a plan on how to play. To the con man it looked as though his partner was just throwing the dart and wherever it landed was fine with him. While taking a hundred and twenty points off was tempting, he had to think about Aedus. The man played before he did, and it was David's job to clean up after him. Really, David should give him some more wiggle room. Next toss hit a triple ten, the last a simple ten. Plenty of room for Aedus to throw things at random.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 23, 2012 20:59:24 GMT -6
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There had been no doubt in Sledge's mind that the one who had the Boston accent was a card man as well. Sledge hadn't even seen the card swap happen in the flip, and he had done the same move himself thousands upon thousands of times. He knew the amount of practice that went into moving the cards so smoothly that movement became impossible to detect. Nobody could have pulled off what Graves did unless they knew what they were doing. However Graves had pointed out the possibility that the man Sledge had used to chase him down wasn't on the level. David hadn't paid much attention to the other man when he first came over. It was why he had always needed at least two people to help out with his card games in Bradford. One to be the bait, another to keep their eyes open for him. It wasn't that he needed to see what he was doing with his hands. They moved on their own. Having his attention elsewhere might come across as shifty, and therefore untrustworthy.
"'old on a minute," he said, pocketing his money and the card quickly before Graves could take it back. Rule number one, there's only so much to go around, take what you can. The amount that he won didn't make a difference. It was what he had earned from the mark. "Are none of us what society would consider upstanding citizens?" He took his hat off, holding onto it with a tightly clenched fist. Things could very well turn sour very quickly now. Sledge spared a glance to the person who so far had only been a spectator. "Never said I was police now did I?"
And it was true. Brody had been acting on the assumption that Sledge was in some sort of law enforcement position. All he had said was that he was doing a private investigation and to question if Graves knew how the British trained the special forces. Nothing that said explicitly "I am a police officer." Besides, if he was one why would he be letting his accent show? What good does a British accent do with running a game of three card?
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 22, 2012 21:39:26 GMT -6
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Yes, elves were purely fantasy, but the teen was younger than him, she probably wasn't even old enough to think boys were cute when the Lord of the Ring movies first came out. She hadn't had to deal with the squealing fans of Legolas. Anna had been one briefly, until she saw Orlando Bloom's mohawk. “Fantasy or no, the point is considered hot by many. Had a girl once who loved ears like yours. Took me months to win her back.”
Sledge shrugged his shoulders and put the pink feather earrings back on the hook. The girl did not have pierced ears and she doubted him that her ears weren't strange. Given the wings, skin complexion, and unique hands and feet, her ears really should be the least of her concerns. It made as much sense as him worrying about his rings getting tarnished when he threw a punch at some poor sod's head. “If all they are doing is bringing attention to your ears, then you aren't wearing the right pair of earrings. It's like fringe, just something to draw the eyes to your face.”
Feather necklaces seemed like an unwise choice for Kaitlyn. He didn't know if she was ticklish or not. Having a bit of feather dangling around your neck would tickle he'd imagine. Picturing the sensation made him get the abdabs. Subconsciously he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to banish the creeping feeling. Some of the hair extensions looked nice, though he didn't want to be the one to try to help get it in. He took up a headband that had a strand of small brown feathers. Blue and green feathers would look bad in the little girl's red hair, and brown would be a nice touch. “Even if you don't fancy your ears, you 'ave a fine face. I always say, work with your features.”
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 22, 2012 20:41:50 GMT -6
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Once he set his mind on something, it was very difficult to distract him from it. His attention was on Seyta, and so even though she was acting as though he had done something incredibly offensive, he was determined not to let this go away. In his mind David didn't drop a clanger, which meant that Seyta was acting unreasonable. What was wrong with letting her know about a girl she looked like? It wasn't as though he said that Anna was more attractive, or that he was madly in love with either one of them. Nobody complained when you said that they look like someone famous, why was a resemblance to a regular person such a big deal? Then again Sledge made his living by purposely not looking like anyone famous. The more that he looked like a regular bloke the less likely he was to be well known among the police.
He followed her. It could have been that he wanted to get another drink. Or it could have been that he found Seyta attractive and had been enjoying the challenge. When she agreed to dance he thought that had made significant progress. You don't just dance with a bloke and leave him. It was rude for one. When he caught up to her Sledge tapped Seyta on the shoulder gently to get her attention. Damage control part two, make an ass out of yourself. “You'll 'ave to forgive me. I'm a guy, so by default I am a complete idiot.”
Now might be the time to offer her a drink. Sometimes with a little bit of alcohol people loosen up, become more friendly, more willing to overlook your mistakes. Buying a drink in a club isn't that odd. However if she wasn't the type to become social as she became sloshed offering to get her in such a position would be a very bad idea. “Let me make it up to you? Would you like a cuppa coffee?”
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 20, 2012 16:18:56 GMT -6
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The Brit studied the shy girl's ears the way that an artist would critic a sculpture. "Haven't you heard? Pointed ears are highly attractive. Women swoon over the elf in Lord of the Rings right? I'll admit that Liv Tyler looked rather, well, let's say that your ears are one of your best features," She probably didn't have people complementing her much, and it was almost laughable to see how insecure she was over something as simple as the shape of her ears. "You're what? Mid teens? I doubt that your ears are anything big to worry over."
He held the earrings against her ears. "Pity they aren't pierced. Splash of color there would really brighten up your face." An eleven year old he had no clue for, but someone in their teens he could handle. He'd hide those teen girl magazines behind comics when he was around Gina's age, trying to gain insight into the fairer gender's mind, in hopes that he would be able to smooth talk Anna. As a result he started learning more about fashion than his peers.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 20, 2012 14:31:30 GMT -6
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Such a shame, things had been going well. Sledge knew a great deal about how to act with a woman, he knew what looked good on them, and how to impress them. He hadn't meant to belittle Seyta with his comparison, just inform her that she did look like some one he knew, thus separating him from the others that had said the same thing to her. Once Seyta stopped dancing Sledge halted himself. "It's not like that. Just thought you looked like someone from back home 'sall," He weighed his next words carefully, "Being honest with you and not giving you some chat up line. If you wanted hollow flattery, just for the sake of impressing you, no doubt that any bloke here would be dancing with you now instead of me. We aren't dancing though, and I like that dress on you. Shows that you have excellent taste in fashion."
Hopefully he had been successful in the damage control. It never hurts to give a girl a compliment when trying to smooth things over with her. Seyta only vaguely resembled Anna, just some basic features that were fairly common. Really the only reason why he had even mentioned it was because Seyta had brought it up. Right?
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 19, 2012 22:12:39 GMT -6
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Fun and brightly colored was apparently the way to go for young girls, which if he thought about it made sense. All those plastic bits in toy stores were made up with colors so saturated that you wondered if someone vomited a rainbow. No wonder this store was filled with neon colors that hurt his eyes if he looked at them too long. An excellent choice of a store it would seem, though it had been the Justin Bieber playing overhead that had first drawn him in. All young American girls liked him right? To Sledge the teen's songs were like nails being driven into his skull. Every song that had come over the store's radio since had been equally painful to listen to. Still, something kept bothering him. "The bacon? Is that under the category of bright or is that in the babyish category?"
When Gina mentioned feathers Sledge had to nod his head. He had observed how popular it was to have feathers in your hair. It seemed rather tribal to him, wild even. Almost like small female Tarzans running rampant on the streets of New York. The look wasn't all that bad, and when compared to those strange and colorful elastics that were worn in numbers that could be considered a swarm. Feathers were an alright accessory. "Price isn't an issue. I have years to make up for."
Sledge fingered a few of the brightly colored feather accessories. They were soft, but given how brightly colored he knew they couldn't be real. Such a bird wouldn't survive in the wild. To the best of his knowledge his 'niece' did not have pierced ears, but a pair of dangling earrings caught his attention. A Flamingo had obviously used a pink highlighter to brighten up its feathers, but there was a very subtle flower design on the earrings. Coupled with a delicate flower in silver to disguise the base it was actually a nice pair. He looked at his shopping helper. "These would look good on you."
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 18, 2012 23:26:09 GMT -6
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"I'm British," Sledge reminded Seyta, as if his accent wasn't enough evidence, "We all spend our times in pubs you know. Fish and chips and all that” It was a misconception Sledge had noticed ran rampant here. Bars, pubs, clubs, they all had alcoholic beverages that he could imbibe but it was the atmosphere that ultimately made his choice. Want to just get utterly bladdered? Go to a bar. Need home comforts? Pub was the way to go. But if you wanted to have a few drinks and enjoy some frivolous fun there was no better place than a club, especially if it was one in New York City.
Seyta’s comment about girls reminding him of someone confused Sledge. His momentary lapse in focus earlier had not only caused him to repeat his question about dancing, but why he had approached Seyta in the first place. To his knowledge he had never mentioned Anna, so he didn’t know that he had compared Seyta to her in the first place. Instead he was thinking that she had probably heard that chat up line more than a few times. “Actually you do ‘ave a slight resemblance to someone I know. Same hair color, eye color. Mite taller though, and she wouldn‘t wear a dress like that.”
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 16, 2012 23:39:04 GMT -6
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The girl thought that it was sweet that he was shopping for his niece. If only she knew the truth. Buying bribes to keep your eleven year old blackmailer was not sweet, it was pathetic. Sledge had become the pathetic guy who had to spend money on a child. What made things worse was that Kaitlyn wasn’t even his child to have to get things like fluffy teddy bears for. Hell, he didn’t even buy presents for his actual niece. Charlie probably would have refused anything that he hadn’t witnessed Sledge pay for, after all, he had witnessed his younger brother being brought into the police many times. What was important though was that the teen girl thought he was being a good uncle.
She was hanging onto his every word, which made him smile even larger. Men usually required action to get them to do what you wanted. Women, he realized once nature decided that he should become an adult, were easier to sway with words. And yes, talking with an accent helped. The girl’s tail was curling, and she looked as eager to help him as a puppy was to play. “She’s eleven. Not sure what she fancies. ‘aven’t seen her in years.” About the only thing he had seen Kaitlyn approach with ferocity was a plate of spaghetti. Maybe a bacon necklace actually was something that a young girl would want. “That’s why I’ve got an itch to spoil ‘er rotten.”
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 14, 2012 22:16:37 GMT -6
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"I'll be perfectly honest here," Sledge said, giving Gina a sheepish smile, "I'm visiting me niece, and thought I should get her a present." Alright, so technically he wasn't being perfectly honest, or even semi honest. If he was going to be escorting Kaitlyn around, teaching her the proper way to con somebody, he needed to have some sort of relation to her. Father was an obvious answer. Nobody questions a father going around the city with his daughter, and nobody wonders why a little girl is out and about if she has an adult with them. Yes, father could possibly work, except for a few things. Sledge wasn't nearly old enough, he felt, to have a preteen daughter. And then there was the accent issues. He had not been in America long enough to learn how to speak with the accent, and whenever someone tried to imitate his it simply irritated him. Never mind the fact that the two looked nothing alike. Niece was the more believable lie, and the sooner he got into the habit the better.
"Problem is that I'm not so sure what she'd like. 'aven't seen her in forever, and well, different sense of style here," The amount of body glitter that was for sale did not seem to change no matter what country you were in. Still, it couldn't hurt to get a local's help. This gray teen probably had a better understanding of the mind of a prepubescent girl. "Could you help a bloke out?"
Sledge was willing to bet that the teen did not get too many people approaching her. She had been given a bit of a berth by the other customers, and he had a feeling that it wasn't just because of the wings or tail. He was also willing to bet that this meant that she was going to be all the more eager to help him out. That and the whole "I'm British and hopelessly lost" angle.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 13, 2012 18:31:18 GMT -6
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Kaitlyn was only eleven, Sledgehammer had to constantly remind himself, only eleven. You do not strike an eleven year old girl, or tell her to piss off because she wants you to do some trivial task. An eleven year old should not be able control him, but she was. It was maddening, humiliating and had to come to an end.
The humiliation though, well... As David fingered a pendent of bacon with eyeballs (what was with these Yanks?), he realized that his humiliation was far from over. Bribery was the route he was going to take to save any scrap of pride. Dropping a little bit of cash on small gifts hardly compared to the shame of begging off work from someone that had to crane their head backwards to see his face. Just a few small trinkets to distract the young mind when she came with a request. Kaitlyn was only eleven, she could be distracted.
Problem was that he had no idea what passes through the mind of an eleven year old girl. David had been the baby in his family, Charlie his only sibling. Neither one had ever even spared a glance at the color pink growing up. At eleven David had first seen Anna, but he was shy then, not sure how to approach the new girl in school. What does an eleven year old girl want? Was it really breakfast food that stared at you?
The Brit sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Even if he knew what little girls wanted it probably was different on this side of the pond. When it came to fashion and shopping Sledge prided himself on his competence. Now he needed help, figuring out what was best for Kaitlyn. What he needed, was an American girl, close to his blackmailer's age. As he glanced around the store it seemed that those qualified were all with their parents. The only girl who didn't seem to have an adult with her was gray, winged, and probably a mite older than he was looking for. Ah well, better that then nothing. "Excuse me," he said, giving the winged teen a tap on the shoulder, "Iffin it's not a problem could you 'elp me with something?"
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 9, 2012 16:28:12 GMT -6
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Any doubts David might have had growing up in regards to the way his parents raised him he could usually disregard. He put the same dedication into his scams that his parents did their factory work, so clearly they taught him the importance of hard work. While his parents believed that helping their neighbors was charitable, Sledge thought that charity was letting someone get away nicking from a department store. Most of the good morals that they had tried to instill in him had been skewed to fit his own view on what was right and what was wrong.
Table manners however, were something that he had agreed with his mum and da on.
"The plate is already in front of you, you don't have to fret that someone will eat it all on you," he told Kaitlyn, sliding his napkin over to her, "'ave you always been a ginger, or are you actually a blonde that's overenthusiastic when it comes to pasta?" Not only did Sledge have to teach the girl how to lie properly he was going to have to do something about her table manners. If for no other reason than to save himself from bearing witness to half masticated food. "Also spaghetti is not a musical instrument. It shouldn't make any noise as you eat it, so your mouth should be shut if the food is in it, and should you have to slurp, you 'ave too much on your fork."
Having given Kaitlyn a brief lecture on how a human eats food David allowed himself a sip of coffee. Frowning he looked inside the mug before taking another sip. The pot had held a mixture of a fresh pot and the dregs from the last one, which made it taste incredibly awkward, and wasn't nearly as strong as he was use to. "Now what sort of illegal activities are we talking about here?"
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 9, 2012 14:50:42 GMT -6
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Great, Aedus hadn't gotten a double, which meant that the two of them still had a score of 301. Now the pressure was on Sledge. He aimed carefully for the twenty double. The last time that he had played 301 he had been told of a simple to get close to half the points taken off in the first round. Double twenty, single twenty, triple twenty. His first shot was true, getting the double twenty as he had meant, but that had been a fluke. This really doesn't feel right, Sledge thought, taking his second shot. Single five. Such a shot would get him laughed out of the local pub back home, and it wasn't doing much for him either. Change of plans.
Sledge lowered his aim, no longer going for the high twenty, but rather for the nineteen. When one scoring area doesn't work right, move onto something that is an easy hit. "Looked more like a tea cozy to me," he joked back before tossing his last dart. It wasn't in the nineteen like he had planned, which irked Sledge. Aedus's grip of the dart felt more natural, but that made too close a fist. With the way that he had to throw the darts now David wanted to chop his hands off. Triple seven.
Posted by Sledgehammer on Jan 8, 2012 17:16:29 GMT -6
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Sledge debated whether or not he should reveal himself. No matter what he said one of the two men was going to be angry with him. Calling Graves out would satisfy Sledge's desire to see the man go down. No amount of flattery could spare Graves from the Brit's ire, for he had made Sledge look like a fool. The loss of money could be coped with, but the pride could not be stolen. "And you're an expert on how England trains the CS?"
Ideally this would not end in a fight. Punches meant that he wouldn't be able to keep running the con. If it did turn to that however, Sledge wasn't going to hold back. He didn't get to be top dog in his gangs by constantly hanging back and letting the others take control. Bruises, bumps, and black eyes were a small price to pay for power. Of all his past "friends" David had come out the worse in most fights, but it wasn't the size of the dog in the fight that mattered. "I'll level with you. First, I'll take me card back, then I want my money. You are no lucky bloke that 'appened to make a good choice."
