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.
It seemed that today was one of those, all out offensive sort of days which is something Emerald usually didn't mind. If it wasn't for the fact that her student was being a little sloppy. It wasn't a blatant sort of sloppiness but it was enough for Emerald to notice. A shin hit was child's play and was an easy move not to take notice of.
The wolf woman allowed the shin hit, not even making any motion that it hurt at all. No flinching, no nothing, just a werewolf ready for the next move. That spinning blow left her student wide open and with an quick sidestep, Emerald's fist struck out at the young girl in a right hook to the back.
The blow was going to be a lot harder than what Emerald normally hit Rebecca with, but she was sure the other girl could handle it. After all, this blow was meant to be not just a disabling blow but a reprimanding one. Showing that spinning or doing anything like that wasn't a substitute for real blows and left you out in the open.
Alright, this guy was really getting on Emerald’s nerves, he had only been around her for what? Five Minutes? Even if it was only five minutes he seemed to be as annoying as if he had been with her for hours. The wolf woman was usually proud of her scars, but she always hated it when she got them by making a stupid mistake.
“Got into a fight with another dog for territory while I was in wolf form,” Emerald lied, smoothly, shrugging her shoulders casually. “It happens”
Emerald couldn’t help but laugh a little when she saw that pup wiggle a little in his arms. She was a cute dog and while Emerald would never own a dog like that, she couldn’t deny that they were adorable little scaps of fur. The Alpha female was honestly surprised that he hadn’t insulted her again as of yet. What in the world was Rupert up to?
She soon got her answer once he mentioned Ruby, which caused the werewolf to tense up instinctively. Everyone knew how protective she was of Ruby and even if she was older now, that still hadn’t changed. Her baby sister was one of the most important things to her, the thought of that kit had kept her alive more than her instincts ever could.
“She’s fine, “ Emerald answered tersely, “Still outsmarting people every chance she gets. Smart enough to run circles around the both of us.”
Emerald was completely comfortable admitting the fact that her baby sister was smarter than her at times. Of course, she didn’t know how Rupert would react to being reminded that the young fox girl outdid him and his behemoth buddy all that time ago.
Emerald, Ruby and Sapphire still need threads if you want to pick one of the girls to have threads with. It might be interesting depending on which of the girls you want to rp with if you want to rp with them?
Since when was flying not cheating? The werewolf growled under her breath a little at her flying student, eyes narrowing a little. Staying rooted to the ground, Emerald watched Rebecca's movements trying to get a quick lock on exactly what she was doing.
It looked like her student decided to add more flourish to her usual fighting style, which was fine of course. Emerald encouraged Rebecca to find ways to make it her own to make fighting easier. However, the problem with this sort of combat is that it made Rebecca an easier target to follow.
With a quick smirk Emerald sidestepped the kick, only to return with one of her own. She launched into a roundhouse kick aiming directly toward Rebecca's middle, intending on hitting just the right area to knock the wind out of Becca.
It looked like Rebecca didn't press the matter too much which made things easier. Not everyone liked to spill their guts out to someone so quickly and fluidly like some people did, so it was good to have someone respect someone elses' wishes. So with that taken care of, they could take care of more important things,like training.
Emerald had heard of the break up between Agnes and Rebeca from Ruby so she knew that must of been one of the reasons she was planning on blowing of steam. Not that Emerald could particularly blame her though. It was only natural to want to blow off steam after something like that. Hell she did it all the time.
The werewolf's squared her shoulders off, raising up her fists defensively. She knew exactly how to help Rebecca blow off some steam, it would probably help the both of them.
[green]"Come at me then,"[/green]Emerald ordered, her feet firmly rooted on the ground. [green]"If you need to blow some steam off, then attack me."[/green]
What better way to get some anger out than fighting your teacher?
I have been wondering that myself, if you could think of something better than a bar, then we are in business. For some reason whenever I think of someone meeting Sapphire I immediately go BAR, so that's my on thought on that.
One would think that Emerald should be used to these sort of hugs by now. However, by instinct the girl's muscles tightened at first before relaxing, silently reminding herself that she wasn't in some sort of battle. She knew she would stop tensing up immediately when people decided to hug her eventually, it just would take a while. She was happy to be home though.
"Glad to be back, hope I didn't miss too much," Emerald replied a certain warmth in her voice creeping in.
The werewolf hugged back a little, not wanting to give Rebecca a bear hug because she didn't want to crush poor Becca. When the other redhead pulled away Emerald noticed that look and it only took her but a moment to know what it was for.
While Emerald had been more open about her scars for some time now,people never seemed to take notice to them. Ethier that or they were too polite to do so. Now with some of her more, vibrant ones in view, it looked like more people she knew were taking notice.
The good thing about that was, it was easy to lie.
"Don't worry about it," Emerald began, "I thought you were here to train, not worry about a scar that looks like someone had trouble finding my appendix. What all did you want to practice today anyways?"
While it wasn't one of her better deflections it was a way for her to change the subject. Emerald had talked about it with others before and they had given her sympathy as well as hugs. Really and truly though, they really didn't understand and probably wouldn't. The Closest person that understood it was Agnes but from what Emerald heard, Agnes had gotten her scars removed recently.
Emerald really should have known that the news of her return would travel fast in the mansion. Ruby was all excited about it and according to everyone she had a much higher pep in her step.
While the wolf woman felt bad that she had left her sister that depressed, she really needed some time on her own again. Sometimes her thoughts were best when she thought of them herself, rather than letting other people know how she was feeling. It didn't seem to make sense to most people but to her it was at times what she really needed.
Emerald had been out in the woods long before Rebecca had gotten there, training a little herself before she decided she would train her student. She wore tight work out pants to prevent possible grapples and a sports bra, which was strange for her.
Most of the time she wore a tanktop, but this time she felt as if it would slow her down. While it did reveal those handy dandy scars, Emerald really didn't notice or care, now wasn't the time for vanity.
Emerald emerged from the denser part of the mansion's forest, being virtually silent as she did so. She looked at her student for a moment and it didn't take much for her to notice something a little different about her. Emerald wouldn't ask though, whatever was wrong was Rebecca's business not her own.
"So are you ready to start?" Emerald asked, blue eyes evaluating her student. Clearly trying to see if she had still been working out over the small break she was given.
"Got into a bad-" Emerald paused for a moment and then her eyes narrowed. "Wait I thought you hated me, why the hell do you care?"
Emerald had to admit, she never expected that she would see Rupert ever again after the camps. This was mainly because of the fact that Emerald was pretty sure he would have been killed a long time ago. The guy personally transported mutants to the camps. He had even been in the camps from time to time, how had no one torn through his smug face yet?
None the less, he looked like crap and judging by his scent, he wasn't a cop anymore. Cops all had these particular scents about them, Emerald really couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew that they all had a sort of similar scent. Rupert no longer had that bitter tinge in his scent, so she knew he wasn't a cop anymore. After all, it took some time to get that Police station scent out of a person's skin.
The wolf woman released the small poodle from her grip, nudging her forward towards the ex-cop. The pup must have liked Rupert a little bit, so maybe he wasn't all bad.
"You need to keep better control over her,"Emerald observed as she leaned her head back against the comfort of the nice hard bark of her tree. "I'm not sure if she sees you as an Alpha."
That last comment made an amused smirk appear on Emerald's face, her tail thumping dully on the rock. I doubt anyone can view this guy as an Alpha though. Pfft, what is he gonna do, limp after them?[/color]
Amidst her deep and somewhat intense musings Emerald found herself dramatically interrupted by a certain cat and miniature poodle.The cat bolted beneath the tree, using her steel toed boots as a launch pad to catapult himself across the stream, far away from the ferocious foe. The werewolf heard the desperate cry of a man to catch the dog and without even thinking, slid from her comfortable rock spot and snatched up the tiny thing. She was of course gentle with the tiny, poor excuse for a dog but she was rather confused as to where her owner wa-
Apparently, right in front of her.
After that beautiful tumble, Emerald couldn't help but laugh at the misfortune of the Poodles owner, her tail wagging back and forth madly. This laughter continued for a bit, just before she recognized the scent, it had been a while but she recognized it alright. It was the distinct smell of failure...okay well failure didn't have the scent, but she would like to think that's what he smelt like. Other than what he ate that day and the fact that he showered, she distinctly smelled his old normal scent. Coffee and Italian food, normally a welcoming smell but on this guy, not so much.
The werewolf's tail stuck straight out at the question, her fur sticking up straight on it. Her shoulder's squared off as she looked at him a small growl escaping her throat. Emerald intook a deep breath and then released it, trying her best not to get angry. It had been years since she had seen him last and while he was the cause of some of that BS she went through back at the camp, there was no point in attacking him now. Those were so long ago and the more she could forget them, the better of she would be.
"Nah, just got into a fight with a lawnmower and lost," Emerald replied jovially,her tail drooping back against her, her ody relaxing ever so slightly. "What about you? I didn't know getting yer tail handed to you by poodle was part of your job description."
It was a blustery day in Central Park everyone was bundled up in parkas, jackets and other warm bits of clothing that would keep them warm. Couples were snuggled together, sharing cups of Coffee and Hot cocoa, laughing endlessly about what they had been doing at work.
It was really a cute sight and most people couldn’t help but “aww” at the adorable groups. Even those that weren’t with people could appreciate the aspect of young love. It wasn’t even Valentine’s Day yet and people were all sing songy and happy, it was enough to put a smile on everyone’s face.
Well maybe not everyone.
Emerald Lupin wasn’t the type to hate people just because they were a couple, that just really wasn’t her style, but today was a little bit different. It had been a while since she had been back in New York City, let alone her favorite spot in Central Park and yet here she was.
The werewolf sat calmly on a smooth rock, placed right by the small stream in central park. Emerald wore a green long sleeved shirt with a brown hoodie of it and with old, warn jeans. She was quite a bit off the beaten path,not a lot of people would find this small stream unless they wandered off of the path. This was of course, exactly what Emerald did, because quite frankly, she really didn’t want to look at couples.
The redhead’s hair blew wildly around her as a particularly blustery gust flew through the park, causing her to let out an irritated growl. Emerald took a small scrunchie that rested on her wrist and pulled her irritating mop back in a tight pony tail, preventing any more escapes. Sure it revealed her mauled ear and some of the scars around her neck area, particularly the one that looked as if some animal tried to rip her throat out but she didn’t really care.
Emerald leaned backwards, her back resting against a tree,her body relaxing considerably.
She had been alone for quite some time now, out in the forests in a whole other state, living on her own, but now that she was back in New York, it was a bittersweet feeling. While she was back, other than Ruby, Emerald didn’t really know what she came back to. To her knowledge, no one really tried to contact her when she was gone and when Ruby had announced happily on her face thingy that she was back, there was really not much of a reception.
Hell, even when she went back to the mansion for a brief amount of time, she didn’t even recognize half the kids that were there. Everything kept changing and Emerald couldn’t help but wonder if she was meant to be in New York anymore. Maybe it would have been better if she had just stayed in the woods among the packs that she had met.
None the less, Emerald would stay in New York for a little while keeping herself occupied for some time until she felt like she needed to move on. Either that or she could just rebuild her pack…a little change never hurt anyone.
