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.
He didn’t hunt to kill anymore because of her. He wasn’t immortal because of her. His rage built as he stalked prey down the dangerous streets of new York in the a.m. hours. He whispered it into her ear as her blood flowed into his mouth. “What was I thinking?”
“I don’t get to give two punishments for one thing? Odd, I didn’t think you got to make the rules.” He pantomimed opening a book and running his finger down the page and licked and then flipped the page. “Interesting, it says here that you don’t.”
The sun was up now and the room was lit by the magic of reflection, it wasn’t an extremely powerful light but Allison would now be able to see what was happening clearly.
“oh I don’t think it would be a fair fight, how would you protect yourself right now all chained up.
“Your thinking isn’t doing you any favors, all you need to do is obey. Funny thing about stretching, it doesn’t cause you much external damage all the fun happens inside. And it sounds like I am not doing a good job of showing you the dire situation you are in and could have completely avoided. He glanced at Kitra with a detached look on his face as a stone link of chain attached her legs to each other and then to the crank at her feet.
“Kitra, don’t you think that Allison should be on her best behavior. It would be a pain to find others, but they are out there, more than you would think.” He turned the wheel once and then twice, the wheel pulled in the slack that she had taken advantage of earlier, He clicked it once gear further and the chains started to pull on her extremities at this point she was simply in a permanent stretch it wouldn’t be comfy but the pain was just threatening to begin.
“You are both right, don’t take me seriously, its much more fun.” He pushed the wheel and listen to it clack three more times simultaneously pulling her wrists and ankles so that her body left the stone beneath her. if she could grit her teeth through this and still talk trash he would be impressed.
He then glared at Allison. My mutation, I manipulate minerals, stone, metal, natural materials, and I heal from everything but attacks from wood. However,” he walked over to a table and threw something at Allison’s feet. “When someone stabs your hand through with wood and you r hand won’t heal. You can always cut off the hand and grow a new one.” the something in question was already begging to decompose. His former hand had a hole through the middle. “Now then surrender your ink, or Kitra gets taller.” He walked over to the winch and put his hand on the wheel, daring Allison to disobey.
Zelek held up a finger toward Kitra obviously showing her she would have to wait a moment. He was busy at the moment he was beginning to see Allison more clearly. The sun would not be his friend in this endeavor of capturing thralls and getting them to behave, he had learn over the past three years that it typically only took a week or two for them to fall in line, but most of them were already defeated when he captured them.
These two however would take more practice. She laughed at the consequences. Laughter mocked the kindness of the slow and steady breaking of them, perhaps allison wouldn't appreciate the pace at which she was accelerating their sorrow. She started to bang the stone manacles into the wall and then into the ones on her Ankles. That wouldn’t be comfortable for too long.
“Stop that.” He stated coldly. Waiting for the moment her wrists collided with her ankles the second time, fusing wrist to ankle on both sides via her confines, he would see how she liked that for a little while. “I’m afraid escaping and attempting it is against the rules as well Ink. Which makes it Kitra’s turn to learn from your mistakes.”
“I appreciate your willingness to be civil Kitra, Attacking me aside. For Starters, I think you should explain to dear sweet Allison, why it’s a good idea to abandon hope and her ink, and after that is settled perhaps Why you should both settle in and accept the fact that you belong to me now.”
“And because you are being so well behaved I will go easy on you.” At the foot of the stone alter that Kitra was laid out on started to form a large stone cylinder held up by a pair of legs with four spokes sticking out of it. “this is called a winch and it is your punishment, for now it will just sit there with out any of your chains attached. I think you should find a way to get Allison to behave, don’t you?” His words dripped with Honey.
He turned away from Kitra to let her look at the potential of her horrible fate, he paced over to his throne to sit and observe.
They say that true bravery can only present itself in the presence of fear, and his Kitra was showing such courage in the face of a life of torment. He was proud of her, but she made too many assumptions. “Oh, Yes I prefer you alive. But one can be alive and in pain, on can be alive and starving, one can be alive and so very miserable, or one can be alive and pampered because they are obedient.”
She lunged at him and he pulled his face away, but her nails still streaked across his face leaving four red lines dripping on his cheek. He let out a wince and took another step, his hand going to his face, he watched as he smeared the crimson from finger to finger.
He smiled at Kitra. “Observe your punishment for such foolishness.” He raised his hand as if he was going to strike her. and then turned toward Allison pacing closer as she spoke.
“That is a good point Allison, so many limits, but then? Who has limits that allow them to transcend death? You? Kitra? Moi? Oh!” His hand sprang into the air. “Its Me, I do!”
“But lets explore your limits ink? Kitra deemed it necessary. Have you heard of a whipping boy? You are hers and she is yours. When one of you does something that displeases me, I will punish the other. She just cut my face, what should your punishment be?”
He snapped his fingers and smiled. “I’ve got it.” He stared at her for a moment and the manacles around her wrists grew heavier, not by much by lifting a pound or two more would becoming tiring after awhile and after several punishments movement would eventually become impossible.
“I would much rather be exploring how we could all get along better, but if you two insist on taking the long route, so be it.”
Zelek looked to Kitra with a mocking grin. “Ok, Let me go do that. She wouldn’t bring that whole flock of banshees back to save you. Besides what’s to stop me from devouring you, if I don’t have anything to snack on.
His head snapped to the right as he looked toward the woman screaming gutturally. Half expecting the woman had found a way to thwart his constraints. She would not enjoy the repercussions of killing him again.
“I thought you already figured out how bad I am at dying. We could all get along so much better if you would just put the ink down and submit.” He taunted hoping she would prolong the process, so he could break them properly.
“I wonder though, how many more amazons could I capture? A gorgeous fountain of blood pouring from the veins of once proud women. I might need to track down an adapted first to handle a couple of them. I am sure you all have wronged at least one, surely.” He drifted into a thoughtful state, wondering at the likely hood of finding a tamable adapted.
“ I missed you.” His eyes and expression were honest and he might have meant it. Her staring up at him with such fury did nothing to alleviate the momentary look of tender care upon his face, none the less it still evaporated and was replaced by a look of malice that seemed much more at home. He squatted down and spoke into her ear, a wicked whisper delivered, that might have sent chills down the spine of a lesser woman. “I was, bored, thirsty, lonely amd so very sick of pretending to behave. You are here, to keep me company, keep me happy, keep me quenched. Besides, neither of you were doing anything of consequence. Merely, floating along surviving. You might as well serve some purpose.”
“It does however make me sad to know that there is so much pain in your future.”
He then abruptly stood and spoke loudly to them both. “I hate it, but I see no other course of action, you must suffer, until Allison relinquishes her ink. In time, if you decide to tolerate or even enjoy your new lives, I will try to make things more comfortable for you, but as it is, I have a feeling I can’t trust either of you.”
His lair was more like a crypt or a tomb than he would have preferred, but there was something befitting about drinking blood in a dank, dark cavern. It was a fifty foot by thirty foot rectangle platform connecting to the long rail that subways used to go down. It was caved in on bot sides of the tunnel leaving area that he had made turned into a wonderful little statue garden, each of the statues a former victim. Towards the wall several statues made up a throne each statue helping the next form a fairly comfortable seat. The rest of the statues knelt toward it, some begging, others weeping, all of them were obviously suffering.
The rest of the old subway station at 77th st was smoothed out and made to look as if it were natural, only the small tunnels infused with crystals reflected light and provided air. They climbed high into the rubble of the building that used to be above it, all the way to the top, where those that passed it now and then would swear the place was haunted by the deceased, on some nights you could hear their voices crying out for anyone to save them. the light would eventually be bright enough to see by easily, once the sun had saw fit to burrow through the haze and grace them with a proper light. Both exits were sealed and would remain that way for some time.
“Never that my fair skinned maiden.” He chastised her as he cleaned her cuts. He smiled down at Kitra and tilted his head back. “Allison, Kitra wants to know if you are alive.”
“ Are you alive Al?” Zelek called out again tentatively as if he didn’t know the wretch was making a healthy return to life.
Zelek grinned as her body went limp, her knee was a millimeter away from decimating his manhood, it wouldn’t have been pleasant. Still he would have survived. He knelt down and lapped at one of the several wounds upon her collar bone and enjoyed the sensation of his wound stitching themselves back together. He calmly and methodically removed ever scrap of paper from her person, he wasn’t a pervert so he behaved himself, but damned if he didn’t appreciate the view, whilst he made sure she was free of weapons. He licked the blood from his lips and tossed Kitra over his shoulder. Her hands were bound at her back andhe laid her gently next to Allison.
He checked the other girl’s pulse and was pleased to find her alive. He bound her hands as well and retrieved the remainder of the wine. Pouring it down the woman’s throat, to ensure a peaceful trip to their new accommodations.
Zelek sealed the entrance to the section of subway he found that was caved in on both ends, providing light and air was only a matter of minuscule tunnels and well placed shiny rocks. His lair glittered with light during the day it was cast into a darkness that was unforgiving during the night. Both women were thoroughly secured to their means of imprisonment, it was one thing his power had allowed him to do well. He laid Kitra in one corner of the cavern and chained Allison to a wall, she was in better health and more dangerous as he hadn’t had the opportunity to remove her source of attack, the girl was covered in ink and short of sanding her skin, which he was willing to do, he hadn’t thought of a way to remove the ink in manner that would preserve her, but he would figure something out.
He tended to and cleaned kitra’s wounds, Boiling water would help them seal he thought.
Perhaps boiling water was the answer to the ink girl's inevitable resistance as well. all of her need not remain pretty after all.
He struck true as she had, and while he was going to bring them back as he didn’t want to damage her to much after all, She was going for a knife in the face of this small mercy.. The paper fell from his hand and arm as it soaked up his blood and fell to the ground. Zelek retracted the needles just after adding sharp barbs to the ends to add a bit of sting to their exit wounds.
Such a fierce creature he had taken a liking to so long ago. She was still intent on killing him. It was just a bone blade, let her have her fun he thought. The bone struck true and he gasped, the pain was absolute, he was pain incarnate. It took him back, fond memories and all that. One hand grasped for her throat the other struggled with the hand upon her hilt, he had to get that clear as to begin the brief healing process.
his face was a contrast of red on powdery white. a mix of agony and joy twisted his features in a cacophony of confused pleasure.
A smile lifted his lips as they were pressed against her neck, the sound of paper birds hitting the ground was music to his malevolent mind.
Or not. Nope, no love for little old him. a surprised laugh escaped his lips as he heard the word blood sucker and she effectively tossed him off of her. before he had time to scramble over and reclaim his superior positioning she was attacking with the birds again.
A nasty paper blade tore into his skin ripping paper cuts into his exoskeleton and releasing his blood. He would have to return the favor. Long needle like tendrils sprang from the tips of his fingers growing toward her as quickly as he could manage; they speared the birds heading for his face and continued toward her. He accepted the body blows, frustrated that the paper based attacks would take longer to heal than usual but much less time than wood. He couldn’t however spare his neck at the moment. His free hand swung wildly toward the blade, stishovite met paper, met arm met blood before the forward swing stopped.
Zelek gasped in pain and his eyes widened in pain. “Magnificent!” his fingers wrapped around the paper weapon. His other hand slashed at her collar bone, it was time to introduce her to the wonders of true pain.
Kitra stumbled even as a paper whip and a flock of oragami birds seemed to appear from beneath her clothes. Zelek wrapped the paper whip in stone mid crack, being hit with a diamond hard katana would cut you in two easily unless of course it had a sheath on. The birds would have to be dealt with the old fashioned way, bringing their master to heel. Still he didn’t care to test his stone versus her whip. He dived forward tackling the already woozy Kitra, he wondered how accurate her birds would be, if she would risk causing herself damage as well as him.
His body hit hers hard leaving him on top of her, his whisimcally murderous grin devolved into something more feral his mouth closed on her throat and turned what could have been a vicious tearing of the jugular into a passionate kiss, She had always liked that, embraced the aspects of danger with in him, always playing with fire though, was bound to burn you sometime.
Burn Kitra burn, He awaited the result of his ploy, perhaps he could convince her that this was all still for her? He was trying to save her from the amazons perhaps? They could run away together. Bid his time until he was sure all of her paper was safely away. In the meantime it couldn’t hurt to cover himself in a fine layer of stishovite* around his skin, which every since the world went M.A.D. was in much higher natural volume. Her diamonds would cut, but not as deep.
((stishovite* is a rare mineral found when quartz bearing rock is brought to extremely high tempatures. It is in the group of mineral hardness just below diamond.))
If you really want to, I would love a knew Aedus Sig.
Aedus -Aiden(not Aidan) Turner could use a new siggy., him + lava + lava monster or anything else you like, including but not limited to Rebecca Bieber a half Bieber half Rebecca hybrid.
He struck true, the stone rain ceased. The tumbling stones stopped, save the pair wrapping around her leg up to her calf. He watched from a distance as she struggled and started to change colors, her eyes were starting to flutter, he waited until her chest stopped laboring quite so hard to let miniscule holes appear in the nostrils of the stone mask. He closed on her once she tipped over and grinned, and lowered her to the ground so she wouldn’t become more damaged than she already was. that could wait for later.
He would have to figure out a way to get her to trade her ink away, perhaps he could barter food to them in a few days. Her ink to feed Kitra and Kitra’s paper to feed Allison. If they didn’t give away their weapons, then they could watch as their comrade starved.
With Ink in hand he walked over to Kitra a disturbed smile on his face.
