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.
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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.
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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...?
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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?
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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.
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Coal boy glanced down at the Asian man but otherwise ignored him. His sight was single minded and he was intent on making Jayden pay for whatever slight he imagined she'd made against him and his family. Okay, so maybe 'imagined' wasn't exactly an accurate word since she actually had committed a slight against him and his family, but that wasn't really the point. The point was that the harm he wanted to do her far outweighed any harm her little theft could have possibly done to him and therefore this really wasn't fair at all. Not at all.
Jumping back to her feet, Jayden stood still waiting for the lumbering beast to charge her again. He had all the advantages in size, strength and fire so she'd have to rely upon her wits and her speed. Of course, if her claws couldn't penetrate his hide she'd be in some real trouble but when all else failed, there was always running for her life.
Her foe did not disappoint as he spun and punched wildly. She ducked under his punch and slashed at his unprotected side with her talons. Had he been mere flesh and blood, they would have sliced large chunks out of him and he'd presently be bleeding like a stuck pig. Being made of coal and fire, they barely chipped his flesh and she felt his heat through the scaled protection of his aura. He laughed at her pitiful attempt to harm him, preparing himself for another great blow.
Distantly, she was aware of a crowd starting to gather round them, pointing and watching the spectacle. If they weren't careful, it would be more than just those involved in the fight who would be at risk for grave bodily injury.
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The first thing to do was to apply sunscreen to herself because skin protection was important. Sure, she could cover herself in hardy black scales of some sun-loving lizard or another, but didn't that kind of defeat the whole purpose of going to the beach? Well, maybe not the whole purpose. After all, plenty of lizards loved sun bathing just as much as humans, if not more. But it did drastically reduce the chances of actually getting a tan. Gods, what was wrong with her, actually thinking of tanning? Her more hardcore punkier than though punk friends would be beside themselves with the indignity of it all. Tanning was just about the opposite of punk!
It was part way through applying sunscreen that she became aware of the catty girls snickering and insulting her, bantering bank and forth with one another. A sea urchin on her head? Being accused of being a goth? A freak? A mutie serial killer? Well, wasn't that just lovely and while she was thick skinned enough to take any insult that could be dished at her, it made her damned angry. Who were these bleached blond bimbos anyway to be laying such judgement down upon her? They'd probably never worked a day in their lives and didn't know the first thing about living in the real world, let alone living in the real world as a mutant!
Maybe she could make one of them bleed? What were the chances of being able to scratch one of their plastic little faces, get away with it and then back to her well deserved sun bathing? Probably not good. Still, it would be very very satisfying. Probably worth it. No, almost definitely worth it.
Jayden was just about to turn around and give them a very nasty verbal piece of her mind that may or may not also accompany a physical piece of her mind when one of the girls approached her and actually apologies. Well now, wasn't that a surprise.
"I really want to say something extremely rude and vulgar to your friends, but for the moment I'll refrain." She smiled at the stranger. Sure, the smile was a little strained but the other girl was making an effort so she would as well. Today was a day of firsts, it seemed. "Hey, I appreciate the offer. I'll trade you a beer for one of those smoothie thingies, if you want. Cold and everything." Smoothies weren't exactly here thing, but it was a peace offering so the only polite thing to do was to accept and make an offer in kind. Hopefully the friends would respect that. If not, making them bleed still had its appeal.
Shard liked things that were shiny. Maybe it was her power, turning herself into something glittering and beautiful along with her gleaming, gorgeous pets. Maybe it was the fact that she had been abjectly poor her entire life and jewels were a sign of wealth and prosperity. Regardless of the reason, she liked them. A lot. And tonight, she wanted some.
Until recently, the acquisition of jewels wasn't something that was possible in her life. Without a place to call her own, there was no place to store such things. Now things were different. Now she had a place that was hers and that meant there was a lot more freedom to do what she wished. Laws didn't apply to her and the laws of possession indicated that you only deserved to keep something if you were able to defend it against those who wished to have it. Well, tonight she wished to have it and she was going to get it.
Still humming softly to herself, she changed directions and started towards one of the more affluent areas of the city. She wasn't exactly known for herself but she was smart enough to find the right target without getting caught. The not getting caught was half the fun anyway. The falcon on her shoulder screeched its challenge to the universe as she began her newest quest.
It had been many years since Jayden had spent any time at all on the beach. Years ago, in fact, not long after her step-father had come into their little family and before things had really turned bad with him. It was one of her happiest memories and she'd wanted to go back to the beach ever since. Between living in a town with no nearby beaches and being so poor that simply surviving the day to days of life, making a return just hadn't happened. Life was better now with enough money to live comfortably and have a bit left over for whatever the hell she wanted. Who cared if most of it was ill gotten?
A little research and Orchard Beach was the one she decided upon for the day as it was easy to get to and, apparently, quite popular. Smuggling a handful of beers in her backpack as well as some food and some sunscreen, she hopped on her recently acquired motorcycle and was on her way. No, the motorcycle wasn't ill gotten although it was possible that the funds to procure it were. Probable even. Whatever.
The ride there was uneventful and she parked her bike nearby. Still early in beach season, the beach itself wasn't too busy and that suited her just fine. It was a beautiful day for it, mostly sunny and warm without being oppressively hot. Finding an appropriate patch of sand, she spread out her beach blanket and stripped off her clothing until she was wearing nothing but a black bikini. As always, the only visible sign of her being a mutant was her ever-present black cat claws. Her plans for the day included music by way of a portable speaker, reading and maybe testing out her powers in water if she was feeling ambitious. Aquatic shifts weren't something she'd had much opportunity to play with thus far. Who said one couldn't go the the beach on their own and enjoy themselves?
Careful not to let any of her thoughts play across her face, she followed the man into this abode, taking careful look of everything around her. The creep factor was definitely there, no doubt about it. It was strangely perfect for Puppeteer, however, and as unnerving as the whole thing was, she had to have some respect for the setup. She wasn't quite sure if the psychology of it all was intentional, but even if it wasn't she could see its uses. Unsettle those around you, ally and enemy alike, and that was the first step to having power over those people. Well, she might be a tad unsettled (not that she'd ever admit it out loud, of course), but she wasn't about to let anyone hold power over her. No, she just wasn't that kind of woman.
Once inside, it was time to split the funds gained from their little illegal adventure. As fun as the whole day was, this was where things truly paid off. Literally. She listened to the offer extended to her and gave it careful considering. He didn't seem like the type to give praise lightly and as such it was all the more appreciated. That said, such a one sided relationship wasn't exactly what she had in mind. No doubt, it seemed like he possessed skills and knowledge that would be beneficial to her, but he as also clearly a little unstable and one could only get so closely tied up with that sort.
"I tell you what, Puppeteer, I enjoyed today and you clearly possess some skills and experiences I think would be useful to me. I'm not the sort to work for anyone, you understand, nothing personal. However, if you're willing to work with me lets say I take half now and give you my contact info and if you have some thoughts on future adventures, lets say we forge a working relationship, you and I." She waited for his response, trying to read his expression.
"As far as staying here from time to time, the offer of safe house is always appreciated. I've got a place of my own, but you never know when you need to run off somewhere a little less obvious." She let out a half laugh, knowing that he, of all people, was likely to understand exactly where she was coming from. "I hope that offer is still open, even if I'm not, strictly speaking, working for you."
Most people who knew Jayden would have been surprised to see her at a Renaissance festival. Leather clad punk that she was, nothing about her spoke to a love of such a bygone era. An appreciation of swords, knives and other things generally pointy likely wouldn't shock anyone, but the rest of it? Some things were best appreciated in privacy, especially when most of the people in her past likely would have mocked her for her interest. Living on the streets made for a hard life with hard people and while she no longer lived that life, it never really left completely.
Paying her entrance fee (it was so good to even have the money for a luxury like this), she began her slow meander around the festival grounds. Not so much of a fan as to dedicate her entire weekend, today would be a nice, casual day trip and screw anyone who dared to suggest she wasn't a real fan if she didn't immerse herself completely. Casual fan she may be, but that didn't mean she had any less a right to be there. So maybe she was just a little defensive of perceived judgement, but who could blame her? Judgmental asses were everywhere. If encountered today, she'd be trying really really hard not to make any of them bleed. That kind of behavior was usually frowned upon in and she didn't want to get kicked out.
The atmosphere of the place as fantastic and, despite her brain deciding that there were all sorts of people out there just looking for an excuse to tell her just how much she didn't belong, she didn't actually encounter anything but smiles and welcome. The sword booth she spent an especially long time at, vowing to come back before the day was done to actually purchase something. Now that she had money, perhaps it was well past time to make a start on an actual collection.
The first time Jayden passed the sign-ups for the mock battles of honor she passed it by. She got into enough real fights with real blood and real injury, so why did she need to enter a mock fight? This wasn't like those fights, however, now was it? There were no mutant powers, no mutants defending pilfered goods, no anger and no one looking for anyone else's death. Maybe it would be a fun change and, on a whim, she wrote her name down on the list.
Well, she couldn't disagree with that. Those men were human scum, taking advantage of the downtrodden and disadvantaged living in the area. They were the sort that ruined a neighborhood, that caused suffering and disadvantage wherever they did. Gang rules and gang violence had no place in her world and their deaths were no great tragedy.
"Maybe this is my fight. Maybe I want them dead too." She didn't know why he wanted this building or why he wanted to kill those leeches of society and she didn't much care. So what if he had his own pets and so what if his pets might be larger than hers, she wasn't about to back down. The size of the dog in the fight only told half the story, after all, and she had all the motivation in the world to fight harder and dirtier than this fool.
"What do you want with this place?" She placed a hand upon her wolf, who bared its teeth ever so slightly. If he as willing to be reasonable, she was willing to accord him the same. If not, well, then things were about to get bloody and that was fine too. She liked when things got bloody. Whoever remained upstairs didn't seem to be doing so well, judging by the sounds that could be heard from down below.
Things had just turned from bad to worse and as much as she could surely spend days berating herself for her stupid rookie mistakes (and probably would when all this was said and done) now as not the time to do any of that. "Would it help if I said I was sorry?" It could hurt to try diplomacy, right? A low growl that sounded more like an angry motor was the only reply and she interpreted that as a very definitive 'no'.
The Asian man also seemed to think diplomacy was the best way to sort this whole mess out and if it had been up to her, she would have tone right along with it. Hell, she'd even be willing to get back some of her ill gotten gain, not that she had all that much left. But it was the thought that counted, right?
"I don't think he's willing to talk." Not her fault he was being so unreasonable. Reinforcing his lack of reason-ability, he ignored the very suggestion of talking and instead charged her, smoke now rising from his fully transformed form. Instead of talking, she should have been acting. With a barage of very colorful language, she barely dodged and performed a barrel roll to the side. Jumping to her feet, black scales came up to envelope her body from head to tow and claws transformed from understated cat claws to much larger eagle talons. What resistance it would offer against and flame was dubious, but if he insisted upon a fight, she was going to give him exactly that!
Shard liked this time of year because this time of year was warm and often dry. She'd been living on the streets for years and both those things mattered. Of course, more recently she'd found a squat to reign in as queen, staying out of the elements while protecting the other squatters, human and mutant alike. The thing about those who had nothing is they were more willing to group together in order to protect their own, even given disparate backgrounds.
Once, a group of outsiders and thugs had owned the building, but she had helped fight them off and through blood and violence won the right to call the abandoned building hers. She carefully chose those who were permitted to stay within, some for their talents and powers, others because they had nowhere else to go and she took pity on them. All she required was loyalty and the willingness to put the group needs about their own needs. Her human followers were almost as loyal as her pets.
For now, her little collective was well fed and there were others ensuring no outsiders tried anything funny. With responsibilities met, for now she was bored and when she was bored bad things tended to happen. Happen to other people, that was. Glittering red crystal wolf at her side and royal purple crystal falcon on her shoulder, tonight most of her body was covered in different colors of crystal, with the exception of her joints. Soon, perhaps, she'd have to melt some of it off. Inside her backpack was also hidden a dozen crystal bats.
What should one do when one was bored? It was well past midnight and there were all sorts of devious options to consider. She began singing as she walked, slightly off tune gibberish, feeling a unusual sense of optimism. Tonight she was going to have some fun.
Once inside, it became clear that her help wasn't exactly needed. Several men lay dead or dying on the floor and she could hear the rustling of people moving around upstairs. Neither the blood nor the deaths bothered her. Her falcon returned to its perch on her should and she glanced out the window at her wolf. Calculating the distance it needed to leap into the building, a moment later it jumped, catching the ledge and scrambling to the best of its ability into the place. It barely made it inside, but made it it did.
Now that both her pets were back at her side, she turned to view the only person left standing in the room. He was masked and she didn't much like that. Cowards hid their faces behind masks. Was the stranger a coward? He was willing to maim and kill, that much was clear. A low growl came from the glittering wolf at her side, but it otherwise remained still.
"No, I'm not with them. Why did you kill them?" She was genuinely curious and not especially afraid of the man. If he foolishly chose to try anything, her pets could move damn fast and they were more than capable of eviscerating a man. Her hand rested on top of her wolf's head, as if keeping its anger in check and making sure it didn't charge in and maul the man.
Everyone around her was looking around to try and spot who this thief was. Maybe he wasn't actually pointing at her? Maybe there was someone behind her or near her that was actually the culprit? She took a glance around herself, but no such luck. Of course no such luck. When had luck ever been in her favor? So the next question was, where and what had she stolen? And maybe add 'when' to the list as well.
"Thief? Where?"
She glanced at the Asian man and shrugged her shoulders, otherwise ignoring him. She had more important things to worry about at that exact moment. Like the fact that she didn't even recognize her accuser and shouldn't she recognize the people she stole from?
"You took all my uncles money at the pawn shop. You and the stupid plant girl!" The boy yelled. And he really was only a boy, likely not any older than 14 or 15. Well, that explained why she didn't recognize him. That night had been a disaster. One of her first really good scores, she had gotten away with the money but hadn't researched closely enough to realize the owner was a mutant and mutants were supposed to be off limits. Some kind of hell hound, he'd attacked her when she fled and might have done her serious bodily harm if not for Xavia the 'plant girl' saving her ass. Maybe saying sorry would help?
Before she had a chance to even think of apologizing, the boy's body began to change. His form grew and doubled in width, skin turning black and rough. A moment later, it started smoking and red fizzures opened across his body between the patches of black. If she didn't know any better, she could swear he'd turned into a creature made out of burning coal.
So it looked like they were actually going to back down. Well, wasn't that disappointing. She was actually starting to look forward to stretching her muscles a bit and pounding those smirks off of those smug faces. Oh well, guess they were smarter than they looked.
Jayden had just turned back around and was about to order herself another drink when she heard the sounds of phlegm being brought into the guys mouth and felt the hot, wet spittle collide with the back of her head. F*ck it all, they so had something bad coming to them!
Snarling, she turned around just in time to see her drinking companion throw his glass at the face of one of the guys and have it collide with his jaw. First blood was theirs!
Jumping to her feet, she charged the nearest of the frat boys and if her was a little unsteady from the drink, he made a large target and she hadn't drank so much as to be without her faculties.
Life had been surprisingly good recently. Surprisingly, deceptively and untrustingly good. Between a couple of very successful break and enters and recently signing the papers to rent a room in a new apartment, Jayden felt on top of the world. She had enough money to be secure for a couple of months and her apartment was way more fancy and high class than any place she'd ever lived before. Mostly, she even got along with her new roommates or, at the very least, her new roommates were mostly willing to leave her alone to her own devices. Life was fantastic.
It couldn't last, of course; it never did. Every time things started to turn positive for her, something would happen to pull the rug out from under her and bring her right back to square one. Last time around it had been her mother calling up out of nowhere to say she was dying from cancer and needed her estranged daughter home to take care of her and say goodbye. The possibly stupid decision was made that yes, in fact she would do just that and so she left her recently acquired position with The Order, her little bachelor apartment and all semblance of the life she had just started to build. Upon her return she was once again living on the streets without so much as a few dollars to her name.
Now, finally, she was making real progress on turning things around. So what if her good fortunes were at the expense of others? Aside from one accidental mishap, she was careful to only target humans for her thefts, and preferably wealthy humans. She also did her best to use as little violence as possible; the ultimate goal was to get in and out without even being noticed. Yes, she'd cut a few people along the way and probably left a few scars in her wake, but its not like she'd ever killed anyone and the rich and famous could use to lose a few excess dollars into the pocketbooks of those less fortunate. Some of those dollars were even going towards charities that helped her fellow mutants because that sort of thing was important.
This afternoon she was out to find herself a new laptop. Now that life's essentials were taken care of, it was time to start taking care of some slightly less than essential comforts. As always, black cat claws were shown proudly at the end of her fingertips, but unless one was looking for it, she appeared otherwise human. Hopefully the task would be quickly and easily completed and she'd be back to more interesting things.
"Stop! Thief!"
Lost in thought, she didn't immediately realize the shouted words were directed at her.
"Hey! Stop right now!"
She turned in confusion. She hadn't stolen anything, at least not today and certainly not in broad daylight.
The engine roared, tires squealed and they were off. The words 'drives like a madman' came to mind and in any other circumstances that would have been no small concern. Fast was good but not if you got your head smashed through the windshield due to a head on collision. This was an escape from a crime scene, however, and in this case fast and dangerous were among the more reasonable choices. Next time she'd be alone and next time her options for escape would be better planned out and much less likely to cause her own inadvertent death. Just in case, she kept her back and torso protected by thick, black scales.
Finally they got far enough from the scene that the death defying trip took on a more normal tone and a more normal pace. Not only had they seen success this day, but they'd even live to tell the tale! Plus, it seemed like the little stunt of leaving plunder for the people had paid off as there was no sign of any police. Win win on all possible sides.
"Thanks," Jayden answered the dummy. It felt weird to be talking to an animated doll. In fact, the doll was actually kind of creepy. Not in an 'I'm afraid for my life' kind of way, but more in a slightly unnerving kind of way. She didn't let her slight feeling of unease play across her features. It was all based on superstitious nonsense, anyway.
"I don't think I've really thought about dolls enough to really like or dislike them." Although if they were as unnerving as the ones all ready there with her, she might not remain in his home for too long. Of course, the creepy factor might just be intentional. Intimidation came in many forms and she had some experience of her own in its uses.
