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.
(OOC: Feel free to fill in the gap when she's out cold.)
By the time Sara found the man, Neena was coughing fitfully, and had lowered herself to her stomach on the floor, to get below the smoke. The rubber had nearly burned through, and head felt like it was about to explode. Hangover double-vision had nothing on her version.....
“I got him!”
<"Finally...."> She let her vision revert to normal, cutting the headache in half. Her collar stopped it's shock fit, allowing her to concentrate merely on hacking up her lungs.
“I’m going out this way, See you on the outside.”
"Don't have to tell me twice," Neena wheezed. "Everybody out!" she shouted hoarsely at Raina.
She pushed to her hands and feet and scuttled back the way she came. She pushed her vision one more time, to be sure the bus and mats were still in place. Seeing that they were, she didn't even pause before vaulting over the balcony. She curled into a ball as she fell, landing on the bus first, then rolling off onto the ground. The hit hurt, and she felt something snap, though she wasn't sure what at first.
She blacked out on impact.
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When she woke, the first thing she noticed was how bright it was. Next was the numb feeling in her arm. It must have broken in the fall.
<"Hmm.... is that all?">
Then came the noise roaring in her ears. She groaned, and grimaced. "Ugh, can y'all keep it down to a low roar please? I've already got a headache larger than the Serengeti....." A coughing fit shook her. The air seemed really dusty.... "And someone please find a maid. That dust is a killer....."
With her eyes closed, she didn't realize that the noise and dust was the building coming down in the background.
"Neena if you can be fast this will work!" Ice began forming under the hole, sealing it partially.
"That's a beautiful chant...." she murmured, allowing herself a brief few seconds to appreciate the lovely voice. The she wiped her brow, and continued her complaining. "Now if only the steam would go away...."
Sara came up behind her. “ok. So I play fetch and you tell me what part of the well Timmy’s in.”
"And after that, I say we all go out for frozen margaritas. I don't know 'bout you two, but I'll need a drink after this....."
Before Sara completed her slide for the other side, Neena began calling out directions.
"He's one hallway over! Take the second doorway to the left, into the next corridor!" She called out similar directions, resorting eventually to 'Right' and 'Left' as the seconds flew by. Finally she called out, "Four-sixteen! Apartment four-sixteen! I think he's next to the diswasher!"
At least, she assumed those small, upright, round things were dishes inside the dishwasher. She didn't have time to find out such a small detail....
Neena's eyes began to water from the smoke. Time to put that rubber buffer to work. She closed her eyes completely, and mentally triggered her Xray vision. She didn't like using that particular vision, because it was confusing, even after twenty years of practice. Unlike the comics made out Superman's vision to be, Neena's vision worked differently. But she had no choice now.
Everything before her turned ghost-like and hazy. She couldn't see completely through everything, nor was there a 'hole' of complete 'see-throughness'. Instead, it was like looking through layers and layers of velum paper. The outlines made it difficult to see what object came first. For example, she could see the door in front of her, the wall beyond that, and into the next hallway over, and through that door. But she couldn't tell which of the walls or doors were nearest her position.
One word.... Confusing. And she didn't have time for 'confusing'....
She frowned as she scanned the area, searching for the straggler.
“Neena, seven down, and the fire seems to have traveled up.” Sara's voice come from behind her, back the way she'd come from. “Raina’s entered the building as well, from the bottom.”
"What?? The bottom??" Neena's frown deepened. "This place could come down any second. Downstairs is not a good place to be right no-ow!"
Her last word was stretched into two as part of the floor sagged below her feet, weaked by both the fire and Raina's steam and ice. She pushed off sideways, and a section collapsed onto the floor below, leaving a giant hole. She grabbed a banister to stead herself.
She began grumbling vehemently in Swahili, and pulled herself upright. When she looked up, she paused, and tilted her head. There was a figure a ways away, sprawled on the floor. She could feel her collar buzzing madly, but so far, felt nothing. She concentrated, and switched on eye into telescopic mode. The resulting image immediately gave her a massive headache, but also a close up of the person. An older man, maybe 40 or 50, unconscious. And still breathing, albiet shallowly. He must have passed out from the smoke, as she couldn't see anything else in the area.
..... And he was on the other side of that massive hole. Naturally.....
"Aeiyah.... Sara!" she bellowed, coughing in between. "I think I found our straggler! But I can't get to him! Raina! If you can hear me, try and keep singing, but stay close to a door or window! This place is ready to keel over!"
As if in answer a low groan shuddered through the building as it creaked painfully.
<"Lovely..... Just lovely.....">
(OOC: Were, the guy is hidden behind walls and doors, but Neena can guide you if you'd like.)
Two minutes drag on for an eternity, or zip by in a flash, depending on the situation. With no adrenaline running through her system, eternity became the situation of choice. Checking door after door for signs of life became a game of russian roulette; were there five more seconds left to check the next door, before the building collapsed?
A grim look set in on her features as she continued playing the game.
"Its always the middle floors. Why? Can't be ground floor. No, people there are already safe or dead. Can't be top floor, where a helicopter can grab 'em. No.... always got to be the middle floor that needs rescuing....."
Sara and Ted passed her on the way up, naturally. Neena snorted. "And you couldn't have the fancy schmansy powers, like kangaroo leaping or flight. No.... you get the pretty eyes....."
Somewhere below her a window blew out, sending glass shards out into the crowd. She looked down, leaned a bit away from the building, and yelled at those looking on, "Somebody cover that up! No use rescuing people to let 'em get cut to ribbons! Come on, people, at least pretend to be helpful!" She turned and began climbing again.
There was a scream from inside, just as she reached the balcony, and just as Ted leapt back out. Neena nearly lost her grip in the draftwind, but hung on. She grumbled again, but not loud enough to be heard. There was no time to catch her breath as she surveyed the situation.
Okay, Ted took four. Shya said eight. There's three coughing in the corner, and staring at Sara with huge eyes. That means.....
"Great..... always gotta be one to make things difficult...." She leaned out the balcony, looking down on the scene below. She cupped her hands and shouted, her voice echoing loudly overhead.
"Yo! Media circus! Act like you care and find something to catch people with! Ya know, like a trampoline, or stretched cloth! Be creative! C'mon people, work with us here! This ain't no reality show! We ain't gettin' paid for this! MOVE IT!!" She pulled her head back in, shaking it.
"I swear, stupidity is contagious..... Sorry in advance Sara. You can kick me later," she muttered in an aside to the feline-ish female, then put on a rather convincing smile for the two women and the child left in the corner. They all looked alike, but several generations apart; probably Mother, Daughter, and Granddaughter. "All right ladies, question of the day. Would you rather play microwave with the bonfire or piggyback with the kitty cat? Hint number one, the kitty is much safer. Believe me...."
She strode over to the cowering trio, and literally pushed them at Sara. Then headed out to find the straggler. She started coughing from the smoke. Mentally she gave herself two minutes before she gave up.
(OOC: And, of course, what's an action scene without comic relief? ;D)
Neena dodge sideways as Ted bounded up, then rebounded back down. She shook her head, then turned back to the task at hand, keeping up a running commentary under her breath.
The building was old; whoever had designed it had tried to make it appealing to the eyes by creating designs with the bricks. A pattern of the bricks stuck out from the walls above and below every window. That provided possible foot holds. The problem for Neena was, although two months in the camps had increased her overall stamina, her physical strength had suffered. That, plus she was cold and hurting, with no adrenaline rush to give her a boost like the others.
"Where's Spiderman when you need 'im...."
Raina's song began to fill the air, and a shiver went through Neena's body. "More cold. Lovely.... Just lovely...." But if he held back the fire for a time, that could only be a good thing. As long as it didn't mix with the electricity. Water plus electric fire equals.... not good....
"Quit thinking and start climbing, Neena. You can argue details at the top." And that's what she did.
Neena wasn't exactly skinny, even after her time in the camps, but she was fairly nimble and flexible for a thirty-year-old.
"Thirty-one. You keep skipping a year, Spacecase." Her face remained blank of expression as she climbed, giving her an extremely focused appearance. She really hoped either Sara or Ted were right behind her, maybe even ahead of her, because she really hadn't a clue what to do once she got to the top.
"Shoulda thought of that before you started pretending to be a gecko."
Out of nowhere a yawn forced its way out of her mouth.
Neena heard an explosion inside a near building, like something falling. And the scream she assumed to be from the mob on the sidelines. She ignored it at first, until she smelled smoke. She blinked. That wasn't cigarette smoke....
She didn't have the senses of Ted and Sara, and she didn't feel good at all, so she didn't react as quickly as they did. It took a minute to register what was happening. By that time Ted's mutation had kicked in, leaving him momentarily powerless and out of control. She knelt next to Raina.
"Idiots," she murmured, indicating everyone who was looking on and doing nothing. She took a deep breath and sighed. "This day just keeps getting better and better....."
She stood, and froze, as if in a trance. Her mind clicked over to thief mode, taking in her surroundings in every detail possible. She reflexively caught the little bit of rubber Sara tossed her.
“I don’t think this trick will work long, Rubber will overload but it might hold the shocks off for a minute or two.”
<"Even a minute might make the difference.">
Okay, what to do? They needed to beat the fire to that window and get the people out. Four stories up.... Too high to jump to or from. They could climb from window to window, possibly. But that would take too long....
The bus! And the rubber mats! That might work!
Without a word, she unfroze, and darted toward the bus. None of the guards paid attention, since she seemed to be fleeing. But once aboard, she leaned under the dash and began pulling wires. The engine started up, and she shifted it into gear quickly. Several people jumped aside as she hit the gas, and pulled right up alongside the building. A nasty squeal split the air as she scraped the side of the vehicle directly against the stone, mangaling the side mirror.
"Women drivers," she muttered as she jumped out, leaving the engine running. She whistled at the others. "Grab the rubber mats! Gotta get 'em on the roof!"
While they did that, she climbed aboard the hood, then to the roof. She briefly paused to guage the distance, to see if she could make the climb.
The ride wasn't long enough to restore Neena's easy-going nature. Herded off of the bus with the others of the park cleanup crew, her usual smile was noticeably lacking. Behind the dark glasses, her eyes were also half-lidded in general annoyance with life.
A guard led her to a wall covered in graffiti, and told her to, "Clean it off." She looked up at the cement wall, then back at the guard.
"How?" It was a fair question. Soap and water didn't usually work on cement. Before he could make a smart remark, a loud whistle split the air. Neena cringed slightly as her freezing ears rang. She looked around to find Raina hugging Ted. She sighed, and smiled slightly.
<"Well, if whistling makes her happy.... Maybe I should just steal some earplugs....">
She sighed, and turned her attention back to the guard explaining what she should be doing.
The idea of Community service sounds good too. Like street clean up or park clean up, or other types of things. It might be kind of interesting for someone to set up a picket protest for Mutant Rights during such an event. It would help show that some humans are mutant sympathizers, not just having the debate as Mutants vs. Human. It could also provide some of the more human looking mutants out there with an opportunity to rp.
Well, I still like the thought of locking old threads. Just speaking for myself, when I first joined things weren't as active as they are now, so there weren't many people to ask, and it took me a while to figure out the little things: 20 recent posts, how to look and see which threads were updated recently, active members, etc. I didn't pay attention to details really. Granted, it would take a lot of sifting, which I actually don't mind doing if you're looking for volunteers, but I'd say threads should be locked in cases where most of the posters are deleted/inactive, or have to do with plots long gone (the ones in the RIP section of the Plots board). That seems to cover mainly deleted or inactive characters, thus negating the issue of active members going back to alter their posts and such. Plus, if they are really that far back, it seems any changes would be minor, and not affect much in the present.
*drops her 2 cents into the jar, and wonders who's going to get all that money when we're done....*
As another suggestion for cleanup, this was brought up and suggested as well in the Cbox: Any chance we could move the 'Points System' board up on the forum, perhaps just above the Character Profiles? Some have trouble remembering where to find the board, and its current placement is a tad awkward.
Nice. Count me in as Neena. I've been meaning to develop her thievery background a bit, and her personality.
I would suggest putting it in the FanFic, simply so it wouldn't get mixed up with the Main Plots, but that's just me. A hint in the name, or in the initial post would no doubt work just as well, so whatever works.
What would be your policy about bringing in extra tech to help? Nothing drastic, but say night-vision goggles or something. *is glad she comes with those already installed. * Or something else along those lines.
Will security be tech only, or will there be NPC guards to deal with as well? What are the consequences if you fail? Do you get caught and jailed, hypothetically speaking? Or do you simpply get away empty-handed? And is there a limit to how many times you can 'hit' a place?
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Count me in as Neena. I've been meaning to develop her thievery background a bit, and her personality.
* Or something else along those lines.