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.
"Ah dat manshun," Mariusz replied, nodding his head as he rose higher and higher into the air. "I know where dat is, I live dere," he said, reaching a height he was happy with at about a thousand feet off the ground. That was more than high enough off the ground where there shouldn't be too much that they would need to worry about.
"If you don' like hyds you shood clohds your eyes," Talon said, not sure if the woman had a fear of heights. Given their recent experience with a ground based opponent he assumed that Evelyn would see the logic in being well above the ground.
"As for you woodns and clodes," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "I dod hab much wite now. I odny hab dis," he continued, releasing his hold with one arm and using his talons to slice at what he was wearing. There was an audible sound of clothing ripping as he tore the shirt he was wearing along the shoulder seams. Replacing the arm around the woman's waist he repeated the same procedure with the other hand.
Tugging at the fabric he pulled the two halves of the shirt off and pressed them into into Evelyn's hands. It wasn't a perfect solution, but it was the only one he had that would allow them to stay airborne short of flying much much higher and dropping Evelyn while he dove and pulled off his shirt to give to her whole and in one piece. Somehow, he thought she would be less appreciative of the dropping option all things considered and he wasn't about to land for a even a moment. It was too dangerous.
"Dis ids nod much, bud id's all I gob ad de momend."
After he had communicated via sign language with the cat woman once more he returned his arm around the blonde's waist and then turned his feet so he could use them to grasp the woman by each of her ankles. The less she moved while they were in the air, the better. "Wud d'you mean by 'mansion'," he asked. There were a great many buildings and places he would consider to be mansion's in the area so the blonde asking him to take her to "the mansion" wasn't the most helpful thing in the world.
"Aldo who are you," Mariusz asked, wanting a name to use for the woman. "I am Mariubs... Mary-yoobz... Maree-ubs...," he said, trying to say his name properly and failing. He thought for a moment, trying to come up with a name that was appropriate and that would work.
"You can call me 'Talon'," he said at last. "'ow badly are you hurd," he asked, choosing for the moment to refrain from mentioning the blonde's nearly indecent form of dress. After all, it was the beast's fault more than the blonde's.
"Nexd dime I will scwamble your bwainds," the feathered man replied, catching the quiver and then slinging the bow over his shoulder again so he'd have a free hand to once again show the cat woman that she was number one in his book. Then he passed the quiver behind him to the blonde, thrusting it vaguely in her general direction without really looking since he was too busy watching the cat woman to spare a glance for passing the quiver swearing loudly in badly mangled Czech the entire time.
"No neeb do wadk," the Czech man said, holding up a hand. "We fly. She will cawwy awwows, I will cawwy herw," he continued, stepping to one side and then fanning his wings open to check them. "Wings gub, jusd jaw bwoke," he said, flipping the cat woman the bird again.
"Ivf I have to ead abblesauce for a mubf... you boff die, you firsd. Yourd endwailds will become yourd exdwailds," he continued, pointing at the cat woman with the middle digit of one of his hands. He was being rude and he didn't care. It was all the stupid cat's fault anyway. Where was Shamrock to fight cat battles when you needed her anyway?
"Come alon' nowd," Mariusz said, suiting action to words he moved to stand directly behind the blonde and slipped his arms around her waist pulling her in very tight against his feathered body. "We do dis pwoperwy dis dime," he continued, not bothering to apologize for the closeness as he might normally. His busted jaw was partly the blonde's fault too after all.
Giving a spring he jumped into the air with the blonde and beat his wings several times. Quickly enough, considering the extra weight, he got them up to a height of thirty feet which he judged to be beyond the cat woman's ability of jumping.
"Any lasd wurbs for de fuzz budket," he asked, "Day dem now din dell me where I am goading. I hab one last wemardk." He let go of one of the arms he had around the blonde's waist and flipped the cat woman the bird one more time, then he bit his thumb at her, and then flicked his chin at the cat woman. He assumed she would understand what should be universal sign language in a cosmopolitan, usually, city like New York.
Mariusz felt the fist of the cat woman strike his jaw, heard a pop, then there was a good deal of pain. But, since there were no bits of bone sticking out of his chin he assumed that he had only dislocated his jaw rather than breaking the bone. The thought of his jaw being wired shut, having to talk through a speak-and-spell, and only eating applesauce for a month or more was not one that was terribly appealing. He reached for another arrow only to find his hand grasping at air. Looking around he quickly spotted where the quiver was, clutched in the hand of the cat woman.
"Gib dat badk," he demanded, switching his grip on the bow to swing it like a club if need be, it was still pretty heavy even for a compound bow. As he spoke he moved to place himself between the blonde and the cat woman.
"I dill gob dese," he continued, brandishing the talons on his free hand at the cat woman. "Are we done 'ere or do I gob do dare owd your throwd," he asked, still brandishing the talons at the cat woman. "I bed you can nod 'eel fwom dat. All'do you made me sownd dupid," he flipped the cat woman the bird in a very uncharacteristically bad mannered, for him, way.
"Protecting might be going a bit far," Mariusz allowed, sipping on his glass of wine. "Nonetheless, I can fly and I can shoot and, as you have generously opened this... place as a haven for mutants during this time it seemed only right to also do my part in protecting those that might need it."
When the many armed woman offered him a place to sit near her with a wave of one of her hands Mariusz accepted the offer and settled himself on the ground. "Of course, I have heard of and know of those mutants who are protecting the city but, for the time being, I am not one of them in the strictest sense."
As the cat woman launched herself through the air Mariusz released the bowstring, aiming the shot for the cat woman's stomach where it would cause, in his estimation, maximum pain but only a minimal chance of death since the cat woman was clearly a healer. Beating his wings harder he tried to raise himself high enough into the air to get above the lunge so maybe the cat thing would miss all while nocking and firing a second arrow in the direction of the cat woman. She was coming in a straight line, granted right for them, but it did make shooting her much easier.
There was a thump as the cat woman hit them and latched on to the blonde and the trio began to sink towards the ground. Ok, so it was more like plummeting. Mariusz beat his wings frantically trying to hold everyone aloft but quickly realized it was a losing battle and that the cat woman thing would be what they all landed on, so he tucked his wings and accelerated the descent towards the ground. Faster sure was better than dislocating a wing trying to keep them all airborne.
At the last second, ten feet above the ground he fanned out his wings as a sort of airbrake and hoped that the action would slow their descent enough that they didn't all wind up as red smears on the pavement all the while he readied his razor sharp talons to dig into the cat woman once they reached the ground. With luck the fall would damage the cat woman enough that he'd be able to put an arrow through her head and then fly off with the blonde. The cat woman was a healer, an arrow to the head wouldn't kill her, right?
There was a thump and some flying feathers and fur as the trio hit the ground hard. Mariusz immediately moved to plunge his taloned fingers into the closest bit of fur that he could find and then tried to roll off the cat woman and into a firing position as he reached for another arrow.
Hmm, not bleeding from the leg wound. Must have a healing ability, the winged man thought to himself, his golden-eyed gaze easily picking up on the fact that the cat woman's wound not nearly as crippling as it should have been. All that meant was that the Czech man wouldn't have to feel too guilty if one of his arrows caused the cat woman to fall from the fire escape and go splat on the pavement since the fall probably wouldn't kill her.
He was just pulling back another arrow and preparing to loose it while also working to gain more altitude and distance from the attacker when the cat woman started laughing about some comment that the blonde had made. Then the cat woman responded to the comment. Something about someone named Sam. Mariusz had been too concerned with fighting off the cat woman and keeping himself and the blonde airborne to really pay close attention.
"Excuse me ladies, are we through here," he asked, keeping the bowstring drawn with his hand up next to his cheek. "If we are I will refrain from putting another arrow in you. If we are not, I am given to understand that felines are not so good at the midair course correction thing and you are obviously getting ready to... leap? Pounce? I have heard a term called glomp? Is glomp appropriate here? I am not so familiar with slang terms."
Mariusz accepted the glass of wine from the many limbed woman raised it to his face, sniffing it before sipping it. Nice little merlot, Mariusz thought to himself, lowering the glass from his lips and regarding the mutant woman with a penetrating golden-eyed gaze. No wonder she's offering this place as a mutant haven right now.
"In a word, chaos," the Czech mutant replied in a softly British accented voice. "The latest attack has sparked riots, of course, it really does make things quite interesting. Even for those not firmly rooted to the ground. There is all manner of flying detritus; cars, buses, even a giraffe liberated from the Central Park Zoo, no doubt."
Arrows, happily, weren't meant to travel through the air on an end-over-end trajectory. So, even though the arrow was headed straight for him it wasn't coming overly fast. Reacting, his hand shot out and grabbed the tumbling projectile from the air. Fitting it to the bowstring he drew and fired his arrow that the cat woman had flung at him back at her. Always conserve arrows, when possible, he thought to himself, wings still beating to gain altitude and back further away from the cat woman. Truthfully, he wasn't looking for a big confrontation with her and was more concerned with getting away since he truly didn't want to severely injure or kill the cat thing unless it was completely necessary.
Just then Evelyn gave a sharp jerk and the Czech man lost several feet in altitude. The blonde woman was keeping her death grip on his leg which made escape much more difficult. Continuing to blind fire arrows he looked down at the woman in his talons and turned his focus to arranging her in a more easily transportable way.
Lifting Evelyn using the leg she was already holding on to he got her into a position where he could grab her other arm with his free foot. Once he had secured her second arm with his taloned foot he looked down at her, still blind firing arrows in the direction of the cat woman. "I have you, grab my other leg with your other hand there so we can get out of here faster," he said, using his foot to tug as gently as possible at the offending hand.
The winged mutant swore in his native language and loosed the arrow in the direction of the cat woman as he tucked his wings and dropped. Never tried to catch like this before, he thought to himself, pulling another arrow from the quiver as he moved his taloned feet into position to catch the blonde woman with his feet. Maybe, just maybe, it was occasionally useful to be able to hold things with one's feet.
Following the blonde's flight trajectory with his golden eyed gaze, while also watching the cat woman with his peripheral vision thanks to his mutation, Mariusz followed her flight path and then snagged her by a forearm when she got close enough.
Beating his wings hard to try and gain altitude he fired another arrow in the direction of the cat woman, who was now climbing a fire escape. "Give me your other arm, I need to balance your weight," he grunted, drawing and firing another arrow as he beat his wings to gain more altitude and the move away from the building that the cat woman was climbing as he drew and fired again. Truthfully, he was loathe to actually put one of the arrows into another sentient being, but he resolved to put the next arrow into the cat woman for sure if she tried to leap off of the fire escape at them.
And there it was, the inevitable signs of violence. That simply wouldn't do, it wouldn't do at all. Nocking the arrow in his hand the Czech man raised the bow and drew the bowstring as he tucked his wings and plummeted through the air until he was only about fifty feet off the ground. His wings filled with air as he snapped them open which had the affect of abruptly ending the free fall.
Releasing the bowstring Mariusz loosed the arrow in the direction of the two women. The missile hissed through the air before burying itself in the crumbling brick wall within a foot of the heads of the two women. The winged man calmly drew another arrow from his quiver, fitted it to the bowstring, and drew it back, holding it ready for the time being.
"That will be quite enough of that," he called down to the two women. "Madam, I suggest you release the woman now or you will find that my next arrow will not miss its mark between your shoulder blades," he continued in a calm tone, addressing the feline mutant below him.
"Not in so many words, no," Mariusz replied, accepting the hand and raising it to his lips to kiss before releasing it. The woman's dress, bearing, and speech made it clear to the diplomat's son that she was, most likely, someone a bit more high class than most people so a greeting that was more formal than a simple handshake seemed to be what was called for.
"I am Mariusz Kasparek and I am here to offer my services in protecting the haven you have offered," the avian mutant said. "My own home here in the city has more than adequate protection," he began, leaving some of the details of his home a bit vague. "As such I offer my services here for the time being, provided they are wanted or needed."
Mariusz paused to hover in the air and watched the scene unfold below him between the platinum blonde woman and the cat woman. He was high enough up that he couldn't make out any of the conversation. Still, from what he could get from the body language nothing seemed to be getting too out of hand yet. For the moment, it looked like his services weren't needed. He assumed, at worst, that Evelyn would explain to the cat woman that she was a mutant and then be allowed to pass. He would have been far more worried about the situation if someone had approached that wasn't so obviously a mutant.
Still, on the off chance one was needed, the Czech man slid and arrow from the quiver at his hip and held the arrow loose at his side for the time being. There was no reason to take a truly defensive, or even offensive for that matter, posture for the time being since there were no signs of violence.
Mariusz, like Ty and Tses, turned his attention to the ice as he thought about what the other two mutants had said. It seemed that neither of them felt strongly one way, or the other, about politics when it came to what he was thinking about doing. He was only a little surprised by this since he had come to notice during his time in the U.S. that many Americans seemed to be politically apathetic. Although, perhaps they were both so used to politicians doing nothing for them that they had simply come to accept that even a mutant politician would be of no use in helping things.
As he was thinking over all of this he watched the fight develop on the ice between his countryman, Radek Martinek, and one of the players on the opposing team. First they dropped the sticks, then the gloves, and then the big Czech defenseman leveled the opposing player with a heavy right cross that dropped the other player to the ice. The refs moved in, separated the two men, and sent them both off to the penalty box for ten minute penalties.
"That is how we do things in my country," Mariusz said, indicating the victorious Islanders player. "We meet our problems head on and then we overcome them, with brute force when necessary."
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Mariusz hovered lazily in the air well above most of the goings on New York, watching a certain white haired woman with an almost unblinking golden eyed gaze as she moved through the streets far below. The woman didn't know he was up there, watching her progress, at least as far as he knew. He was supposed to be watching the Temple, but when he had seen Evelyn strike out from its confines he had made the decision to follow her. It was anyone's guess where she might be going, but odds were good she would need someone watching out for her since the city was still a big mess.
Silently he watched, bow in his hands though there was no arrow nocked for the time being. Quite a ways below he watched with some interest as an airborne cow floated by, mooing lazily and seeming as if it hadn't a care in the world. Where someone had found the cow to levitate in the first place was beyond Mariusz's ability to speculate at. Still, he had to admit, that it showed a certain bit of creativity on the part of whoever was making the cow fly.
