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 Amp/Vibe on Sept 27, 2008 23:06:36 GMT -6
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“To think, I didn’t think you liked me.”
Amp shrugged, and continued making inroads in her food, avoiding eye contact.
“You couldn’t have met to many decent guys if I am one of the nicer ones, you attracted to the tough guys?”
"Hardly." No lie there. And just to add a bit of credit to her facade, she added another bit of truth. "But I certainly seem to attract the jerky ones." Then, as if in afterthought, she glanced up and added, "No offense. Guess I'm a bit jaded."
She'd only eaten half of her food, compared to his three slices, and picked at the rest. Mentally she'd calculated that she'd eaten enough carbs to keep her sugar level, while outwardly the seeming lack of interest in the food added to an air of minor depression.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 26, 2008 1:20:31 GMT -6
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Choking? Now there was an interesting reply to an innocent question.
“Took over the family business when I was young and a few years I got bored and just walked away from it, wasn’t my life it was some body else’s. Lucky for me it was a well high paying job and when I left I got enough to set me for a few life times.”
Amp had to give him credit; he stretched a little bit of truth even further than she had. Her employer, and the owner of that 'family business' had been a bit sketchy on the details, but they had made it quite clear that Sam's idea of 'walking away' was unacceptable. She began to consider upping her price, just to see if she would get it.
“Now just cause you found out I have money that’s not gonna change your opinion on me is it.”
She pulled on the thoughtful face again. "If you mean, am I envious now, I'd be lying if I said no." She looked down at her plate, seeming to take a sudden interest in her food. "I wouldn't have guessed, though. Money tends to make people jerks. I suppose lack of it does, too. Either way though, I guess you're all right. Nicer than the guys I'm used to meeting, anyway."
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 25, 2008 16:34:22 GMT -6
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“That’s not true, I was intoxicated for almost the entire night, and parts of my memory were missing. I remember dancing with you and then going to the bathroom but after that, most of it was a blur. Your not one easily forgotten Amanda.”
Easily made guilty. Lovely.
Amp shrugged. "No big deal. I'm used to it."
She was glad the food came quick, as her eyes were starting to blur a bit, one of the first signs her sugar was too low. She rubbed one eye, then turned her attention to her food.
“So what do you do for a living?”
Take advantage of people? Destroy property? Take advantage of property and destroy people? Keep the police, hospitals and cemmetaries busy? Cause havoc around the city as the urge arose? Run errands for the local mutant-mob-like group? Which to choose, which to choose?
"I'm a freelance gopher," she answered, only partially stretching the truth. "You know. 'Go fer' this, 'go fer' that. A couple of local businesses pay me to do their errand running for them. Hardly a glamour job, but it pays the bills. Nice hours, too."
She sipped her tea dantily. "And how did you manage to score not having to work? Independently wealthy?" She infused just a hint of jealousy into her voice.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 24, 2008 23:27:53 GMT -6
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Amp ordered chicken alfredo, then leaned back.
“Alright so tell a little bout yourself, now remember I drank a little to much last night to remember.”
She smirked. "Enough that you don't remember? Either you can't hold your liquor, or you must have started long before I joined you."
Rather than reply to his question, she arched on eyebrow and asked, "So you don't remember me saying I'm just an average girl, and you telling me that I wasn't?" She sighed dramatically. "Well, there's a girl's worst nightmare, to be just another forgettable face."
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 23, 2008 20:27:40 GMT -6
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Amp found the restaurant quite easily, and early. Almost twenty-five minutes too early, in fact. Not one to waste time, she decided to make a stop at a shoe store around the corner. She'd been in a hurry and left her shoes by accident at her last date's house. At the time she been worn out and hadn't felt like going back the next morning. Since she never received a phone call or summons of any sort, she assumed the police hadn't deemed them evidence of any sort, so she didn't feel the need to retrieve them.
But that had left her outfit unfinished, and she couldn't have that. After finding an appropriate pair, she returned to the restaurant. Sam waited for her on the corner, goofy grin on his face.
“Right on time, you ready for a night to remember?”
She simply smiled. Cocky man he was.
“The pizza here is amazing.”
"Oh?" She breezed into the restaurant ahead of him, glancing around . "Never been here before. I'll follow your lead, then."
She waited until they were seated and gave drink orders before eying him thoughtfully.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 23, 2008 15:45:19 GMT -6
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“Amanda your going to regret that offer, I can eat so much more than I can drink. “
"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me...." Amp snerked to herself. Heavy drinker and heavy eater. He sure was making this easy for her. She needed to put a call in to Syn and see if she could borrow couple of items from KP later that week.
“well I know of this nice Italian restaurant by central park.”
"That works. Where should I meet you?" She glanced at her watch. If she didn't eat any carbs for a while, her blood sugar would be sufficiently low enough that pasta would spike it. Perfect.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 22, 2008 18:59:16 GMT -6
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“So dinner, movie, central park, I am up for anything really. How bout we just start with dinner and go from there? Or if you want you can pick a place.”
"Dinner works. You can pick, since I'm buying."
Amp glanced at her watch. If she sounded distracted, it was because she was only listening with half an ear. The sounds of doors opening and closing could be heard from her end of the phone, along with echoing footsteps, as she inspected the new apartment she'd just rented an hour earlier. It was small, but functional. And fully furnished by the landlord, thanks to a little gentle 'persuasion'. It definitely didn't live up to her normal standards, but then again, she didn't plan on being there much anyway.
"What time, and where?" she asked with a slight grunt, as she flopped onto a couch.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 21, 2008 22:46:52 GMT -6
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“Yeah I am tough some of my knuckles split open, there wasn’t a fight was there?”
Amp snerked. "Uh, yeah. You might say that."
“Well it was sweet of you to check on me.”
"Hmm," was the noncommittal reply.
“Hey Amanda you wouldn’t happen to be free tonight would you? I was think I needed someone to keep me company for dinner, promise this time there’s no drinking… Well, no heavy drinking.”
"Hmm." Amp paused, as if giving the idea some thought. "Well, I do still owe you. All right. On one condition. We avoid the night clubs this time. I think I've had my fill of partying for now. If that hangover doesn't mess you up in the meantime."
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 21, 2008 17:18:21 GMT -6
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“Almost forgot. On the off chance you get bored and want my company. I am way more fun when I am sober.”
"Imagine that," she remarked, watching him stumble over his own feet. She leaned forward in the seat when a little person made of ice appeared when Sam fell. Interesting, and possibly worrying.
"Where to, Girlie?"
Amp gave the driver an address several blocks away from the Sanctuary. She could walk the rest of the way. Her mind was more focused on one little fact:
Her 'employer' had given her nowhere near enough information on Sam Johnson. Especially on his mutation. She'd have to remedy that little problem.
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Amp waited until noon the next day, before calling the number Sam had given her. It rang for quite a long time before someone answered grumpily on the other end. Still, she recognized his voice.
"And a good afternoon to you, too, Sammy-boy. I'm guessing that hangover isn't quite so over yet, huh?" she teased.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 19, 2008 22:02:20 GMT -6
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The XMansion? As in, home of the XLosers?
"Great," Amp replied, with barely enough enthusiasm to fill a thimble. A thimble which quickly sprung a leak as Sam and the cabbie caught up on old times. As the pair began singing, Amp rolled her eyes, and leaned back against the seat. Thanks to her abilities, her ride was blissfully quiet, giving her time to think.
Sammy-Boy living at the Mansion put a bit of a crimp in her plans. As a known member of the Order, she really didn't want anyone there see her. She could probably pass off the whole, 'I've seen the error of my ways and want to make up for all the nasty things I did' bit. They were suckers for hard luck stories and always willing to give second chances, even when they should know better. But she really didn't feel like putting that much effort into this job.
Having him know she lived at the Sanctuary was probably equally unwise, for the same reasons. Though it would be considerably easier to off him on her home turf, where the rest of the Order would give her back up if needed.
Buuuuuut.... If she was going to go that route, it would be easier just to ask Abyss to drop him in the void with Mercury. Even better, no body to deal with there.
No. No, she wanted to handle this on her own, to relieve some boredom and relish the fun. In the morning she'd go apartment shopping, and find some place to crash for a month. She needed some space from the Sanctuary anyway, and Vibe seemed to be enjoying her own time alone.
Finally they reached the Mansion Gates, and Amp tuned back into the world as the cabbie announced their arrival. She plastered a smile on her face.
"You think you can make it inside on you're own? I'd help, but.... I'm kinda worn out."
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 19, 2008 20:27:04 GMT -6
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“Amanda where are you?”
Nice thing about being short? You could hide and observe a situation before stepping into it. And that she did. Amp watched Sam wander for a bit, before stepping out from behind a clump of bodies.
"Over here." She waved half-heartedly to get his attention. "Well, I guess that's two I owe you," she remarked grumpily.
As he approached, she caught the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath, and wrinkled her nose.
"Wow, you're wasted." She looked around at the escalating brawl, and shook her head.
"Waste of a good night. Come on, Paul Bunyan. Least I can do is make sure you get home in one piece."
<"This time,"> she added mentally.
Fortunately Sam could still walk, albeit a bit wobbly, so she didn't have too much trouble guiding him out the door and to the curb. She hailed a cab, helped him in, and slid in next to him.
"Where do you live, big guy?" She masked her question from the driver's ears, not wanting to deal with the inevitable looks such a question would elicit.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 19, 2008 16:50:07 GMT -6
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Amp let the enticing aria drop as she heard Sam approaching. The man pulled back, momentarily dazed and confused, and wide open for the incoming fist.
“That guy is considered assault.” The six-foot man swayed as he turned to her, leaving no uncertainty as to his level of insobriety. “ I’m gone for a minute and the guys are already all over you? You must be something.”[/i]
She glared at him, playing up the 'offended date' card. "Not that kind of 'something'," she growled and rubbed her arm. The guy had gripped hard enough that there would be a bruise on her fair skin in the morning, adding to her 'abused' act.
She reached for a napkin to wipe her mouth, retreating from the escalating fight. She watched idly, noting how Sam moved. It seemed he could even do pretty well drunk. She'd have to keep that in mind later.
As with all bar brawls, it only took a shove into another slightly inebriated patron to turn ugly. Amp concentrated once more to add fuel to the fire, in the form of a nearby woman and man turning to kiss each other, thus making their respective dates jealous enough to start clawing. Within seconds that entire end of the bar and surrounding area became embroiled in battle. The petite manipulator's green eyes glowed as she soaked up the chaotic vibrations. In any other situation she would have joined in, full blast. She practically lived for this level of mayhem. If she allowed herself two, she could become as drunk with these vibrations as Sam seemed to be with alcohol.
But she had another agenda, one that held the promise of an even greater thrill, if all worked according to plan. So she forced herself to hold back, to dodge out of the way, and to keep close enough not to be suspicious.[/color]
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 19, 2008 14:57:32 GMT -6
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(OOC: We'll whittle down Group 3 and meet up with the rest of you at the next checkpoint. )
“Hey! What are you two doing here?”
With their senses heightened, the Sonic Sisters had no problems hearing the cartoonishly high voice addressing them. Believing where it came from proved a much more interesting dilemma.
Amp crossed her eyes looking at the talking dragonfly, then looked at her sister. "You heard that, too?" Vibe's facial expression answered sufficiently. Amp raised her hand and swatted the bug, trying to shoo it out the window.
The chaotic nature of the race surged to the fore at that moment, effectively redirecting the diminutive duo's line of focus. The screeching of tires announce the splitting up of the speedsters. Obeying his passenger's previous orders, their driver peeled off with group of five, following the designated motorcycle. Vibe pouted.
"Well, there goes our hundred," she sulked aloud. "No way we'll be able to fix the race now."
"Meh, who cares? No big loss, and we can still have some thrills."
She took in the group of drivers they'd split off with; three motor cycles, atop one of which their mark sat, their car, and a second car painted in black and silver.
"Mmm! Hot paint job," Vibe remarked with a grin. "It'd be a shame to mess that up."
We'll make it fast, then. You." Amp tapped their driver's shoulder, again shooing the dragonfly that had apparently decided to hitchhike. "Tailgate the four-wheeler."
Obediently their transport began maneuvering behind the black vehicle which currently resided in third place in their group. The cycle in fourth place didn't want to give up his slot, forcing them to swerve erratically. Being the larger vehicle would have worked in their favor eventually, but Amp saw no reason to wait. Sticking her arm out the window, she aimed a sharp concussion blast at the upcoming pavement. The asphalt cracked and buckled, and the cycle’s back tire blew out, sending the machine and its rider skidding off into the shadows. Meanwhile they pressed forward to crowd the black and silver machine.
Then Amp realized that the dragonfly still hovered nearby. ”You still here? Go aw-aaiie!!” She raised her hand to hit the bug, but lost her balance as the two vehicles made contact. The squeal of tires and scratching metal pierced the air.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Sept 18, 2008 23:45:52 GMT -6
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Amp caught the flinch at his name, and filed it away for future use.
“I could be, haven’t been wrong yet about character guessing. Just saying you give off a different vibe than the other girls. You seem a bit more confident and independent than them.”
She eyed the group he'd pointed to with disdain. Independence and confidence didn't set her apart from those floozies. She was a mutant. They were lowly humans. That made all the difference.
“That’s a rare quality and one that’s important to have.”
She couldn't suppress a short laugh, and brought her beer up to cover it. She wondered if he was this sappy when sober. Hopefully not, as a romantic would be much easier to play.
“Well I’ll be right back I got to hit the head for a second. Save my seat?”
She mumbled something noncommittal as Sam headed off. A slight grimace passed over her face as she saw him bump into the same jerk that he'd intercepted for her the night before.
<"Hmm.... I wonder what response a repeat performance would get?">
Amp's hand went to her necklace. It was very convenient for her to be able to use her mutation offensively, even without her sister around. But she had never tried to use Vibe's attacks. Now would be a perfect time to experiment. If it worked, she'd have Sam right where she wanted him. If not, she'd still be able to have some fun with this creep.
Her brows knitted together in concentration. Eventually a soft melody began to drift under the heavy beat coming from the dance floor. The person on her left blinked, and shook her head as if dazed. After a minute or two, the woman stiffened, and stared ahead blankly. At the same time the man on Amp's other side began looking woozy. It wasn't perfect, but she didn't need it to be. All she needed was for Sam to draw the wrong conclusion.
She glanced around for the previous night's irritation. He'd taken a seat further down the bar, having seen her, in his mind, glaring angrily, and deciding not to try again. Amp left her half-full bottle on the bar, stood and made her way over. He hand his back to her, so she looked around. At six feet, Sammy-Boy was an easy mark to spot, so when she saw him coming, she acted.
Frowning, she once more sent out the hypnotic melody. Pawn-for-the-Night turned around partially before stiffening. Her frown deepened in concentration once more, as she focused on sending a suggestion on the air, for his ears only.
"Grab my arm, and kiss me."
Obediently the man rose. She winced at the grip on her arm; he was stronger than she'd anticipated. At least he'd grabbed her free arm, allowing her to keep up the haunting tune. As she'd commanded, he pulled her to him and into a kiss. She leaned back slightly, but not away. She hoped that what Sam's intoxicated eyes would see, would be the petite redhead trying to pull away from an unwanted embrace.
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