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.
Apologies for being away the last few days. I've been ill and not in much of a state for posting. I'm feeling better now and intend to start catching up later today.
Posted by Shard on May 6, 2017 9:56:44 GMT -6
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It was good to have a feeling of purpose in life again. Ever since going back home, she'd been drifting and aimless. Something about the death of a parent of questionable quality served to place everything on standstill in one's life. Well, that was done and over with now and it was about time to get back to actually living.
"I appreciate it. I tell you what, if I haven't found myself a proper residence within a month, I'll cave and take the one offered. Fair?" She laughed, feeling unusually good natured from their discussion.
"I look forward to working with you and with Haven on this and I'll be sure to call next week." Jayden got up and prepared to depart. "Thank you for seeing me and I look forward to working with you." She extended a hand for a handshake.
For Jayden, it was about the money at least in part. Sure, it had started out being for the thrill and the thrill was definitely still a strong appeal, but the practical side of her had to admit that she was damn broke. A score like this was just what was needed to start climbing her way to where she needed to be. She wasn't greedy, however, and wasn't about to jeopardize their success and continued freedom in order to grab 'just a little bit more'.
It was a shame just how much money the two of them were going to have to leave behind, but the wisdom in doing so was obvious. Greed was one of the few things that overshadowed fear in humans and she could all ready see the dreams of grandeur in the faces of some. The more people focused on getting their own piece of the pie, the less people focused on pursuing the two of them and the more the police had to worry about. If the police were focused on the milling masses then they weren't focused on the thieves who started the whole ordeal. Win win.
Sirens could be heard approaching from the distance and that was definitely the que to start seriously thinking about leaving. Once her pockets and pouches were full of whatever loot would fit into them, she got out of the vehicle. That was one of the beautiful things about trench coats and especially her trench coats: many deep pockets to store a myriad of many things.
Returning to the charger, Jayden assumed Puppeteer had some idea where to go next in escaping back into obscurity. After all, so far he'd had a plan for everything else. As soon as they were far enough away that the crowds wouldn't' be able to see them she'd shift back into human form. That was the beautiful thing about her power: She might not be able to be a specific other person, but she definitely didn't look anything like herself when human. It wasn't the first time she'd taken advantage of that little perk.
That first sip of celebratory beer was just so satisfying. "I know a thing or two about the world crapping on you," Jayden spoke although her voice was lacking in its usual bitterness. "Not today. Today I'm celebrating, at least until the universe sees fit to take everything away again in a blaze of fire and ash." Even if her voice lacked bitterness, her expression told the tale of her history with just such a cycle.
"How do you know I have any choice in the claws?" she asked sardonically, raising an eyebrow in his direction. Just because she actually did have a choice wasn't the point; he had no way to know whether or not she was one of those mutants who couldn't hide what they were even if they wanted to. She'd met a few of those and it wasn't always pretty.
"Its about pride. Mutants shouldn't have to hide what they are and they shouldn't be ashamed." At its heart, it was a political statement. She was a mutant, proud to be one and strong enough that she could deal with most problems that came about because she was so brash about what she was. She was doing this for those who didn't have the strength themselves.
Fortunes had changed beautifully for Jayden over the course of the last couple of weeks. An epiphany leading to the advantages of a life of crime had led to a couple of good scores which in turn had lead to a new place to live and a new bike. A part of her was terrified that all her recent gains would come crashing down on her just as they had so many times in the past. Another part of her wanted to celebrate her good fortunes until that day happened. No one could ever accuse of her of taking for granted those few good things that fell into her lap!
Riding a short distance from her new residence, she found a little run-down bar not far, close enough to walk back at the end of the night and pick up her bike in the morning. She parked and removed her helmet. Before sauntering inside. Dive bar were the words that came to mind and those were her favourite types. The people they attracted were a little rougher, a little more down to earth and a lot more interesting. Maybe it was the street punk in her.
After a quick glance around, she took a seat at the bar, next to one of the few other patrons there drinking. Maybe it was the, as of yet, relatively early hour or maybe it was because it was a weeknight and it was considered bad form to drink when you had to work the next day, but the place was close to deserted. Well, that suited her well enough.
She flagged down the bartender. "PVR." As was her usual fashion, black cat claws adorned the tips of each of her fingers and the fact that she barely got a look from the bartender said good things about him. Once her drink had arrived, she nodded towards the man beside her. "So, what brings you here drinking alone?"
Once in her past, Shard had been hunted, and she still had nightmares about it. It had been the middle of the day and he'd come, seemingly out of nowhere. A young man with black hair and cinnamon skin, looking all official in his fancy uniform. Flashing his shiny badge and demanding she surrender peacefully, of course that was never going to happen! Almost before her defiant answer had been uttered, ropes shot out from somewhere on her person and tried to wrap themselves around her arms and neck. The razor sharp edges of a blue crystal falcon pet saved her, severing the rope and allowing her to run. How long the chase lasted after that she wasn't certain, but in the end she managed to escape with her freedom in tact. Blood was spilled during the attempt, some of it hers. She would not be taken and she would not be tagged. After that, she was forced to flee to another part of the city and lie low for a time. She thought she had escaped for good and that they had forgotten about her.
The sun fast disappearing, Shard decided that she just couldn't wait any longer. Creeping out from her hiding place, her wolf padded along beside her and her falcon remained stationary on her shoulder, talons digging slightly into her flesh. She ignored the pain, it was minor and she'd experienced much worse. Shoe-less with her feet covered in red crystal, her footsteps tapped lightly on the concrete of the road. She rarely wore shoes, finding them constricting and uncomfortable. Instead, she simply didn't melt off the pyscrystal on her feet. It was much more comfortable.
As she looked for something edible, she ignored the stares she received. She got them wherever she went and none of the stupid, weak humans mattered anyway. She and her pets could tear their flesh apart and there was not a thing they could do about it, if she wanted to. They were bugs.
It was still early enough that some of the nearby restaurants had tables with half-eaten food out. There, most of a bowl of pasta just asking to be eaten. Climbing over a low barrier meant to separate the patio from the the street, she picked up the fork and began eating while keeping an eye on the street just in case copse should come and try to stop her. They did that sometimes. Pigs.
One hunter. Two hunter. They came at her then they came at her again. Why couldn't they just let her live in peace? It wasn't like the was hurting anyone, not really. She and her pets, they kept to themselves mostly and they only stole food when they were really hungry and clothing when they were really cold. But no, she was different, she looked different and acted different and they were afraid of her and because they were afraid they hunted. Shard didn't like to be hunted. She didn't like to be hunted and she didn't like to be tagged like some dangerous animal. It made her angry.
So she had run the first time and gotten away and then the second time, she had run as well. The problem was, they kept coming. She might get away for a day or a week or a month but in the end they'd find her again and come after her again and she just couldn't get away. She just couldn't. But then she found a friend and she helped him and that friend offered to help her in return. Go to the club Atlantis, he said, and there she'd meet meet someone who would be able to help her. Well, that sounded fun.
It was a club and she had no clothing appropriate for a club. Well, only one way to fix that. There was a pretty little blond girl wandering alone near one of her usual haunts, all alone the stupid creature. She looked to be around the right size. A small swarm of bright crystal bats, gleaming reds and greens and purples, descended from the sky directed by Shard's mental command, and flew around the girl's face. Wings brushing pale flesh, she bled as shallow cuts appeared wherever they made contact. "Strip and give me your clothing," she commanded from a short distance. Whimpering and terrified, she had done just that.
The clothes looked good, at least from Shard's limited experience. A halter top and fake leather jacket as well as a black skirt and fishnets. None of it quite fit right, especially the shoes, but beggar's can't be choosers, right? And gosh, it sure was difficult to walk in shoes with inconvenient heels but she probably should look the part. Fortunately the woman's purse was large and, once everything was emptied out of it, there was plenty of room to store her 12 crystal bat pets, none larger than a mouse. Probably couldn't smuggle anything larger than those in with her, but they would do in a punch, loyal lovelies that they were.
Until she was close to the club, she took the stupid heeled shoes off and walked in her bare feet. Usually, she didn't melt the psycrystal from her feet because she didn't like shoes in general. Presently, most of her psycrystal growths were hidden, with extensive growth on her back and torso and only a few small patches on her face, neck and arms. A block from the club, she put the hated footwear back on and approached the bouncers with a confident, if slightly unsteady, stride. "I need to speak with Jorge Cervantes."
Posted by Shard on May 2, 2017 8:12:53 GMT -6
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That settled that, then. Jayden wasn't quite certain how she'd find the money for an actual place just yet, but with proper determination and proper application of force of will, these things had a way of working themselves out.
It didn't sound like there was much Order to come back to. Which, if she were completely honest with herself, maybe wasn't the biggest surprise. She hadn't been with them long but during her short time among them, she'd seen only a few others aside from its leader, Aura. With Aura gone, maybe it was only a matter of time before the entire organization crumbled. Such a shame.
This 'Haven', however, sounded promising. "If you need a hand helping with Haven, let me know. LGBT rights are just as important as mutant rights and have almost as far to go." She wasn't exactly in the closet about being gay, but it wasn't something she advertised much either. Life was hard enough being a mutant without being a gay mutant on top of it all. Her step father had discovered her very brief girlfriend in high school and, suffice to say, things hadn't exactly gone well from there. She hadn't had a girlfriend since and while she might try to convince herself it was because life was too busy, hectic and dangerous, sometimes she was lonely.
It looks like Alex is going to handle that so we can pretty much just handwave it for the beginning of the thread. I think I'll start it near the Atlantis Club door, if that works?
Plotting with Jorge on another thread so, a word suggestion to go in the right direction and speak to him in Atlantis club is pretty much all that's needed. Running into him on a mission and assisting seems like a good way to facilitate that happening.
That could definitely work! I think I'm going to play with the idea that S.U.P.E.R. tried to capture her before her thread just started, so this is the second time they've come after her. If someone was able to direct her in the right direction, that could work beautifully.
I'd like to through AV Shard into the mix. She lives on the streets,is a visible mutant and creates animated crystal pets. She has reason to dislike SUPER and doesn't know much about Ragnarok but their philosophies would appeal to her. Chaos isn't necessarily something she cultivates, but it tends to follow her around as she has little respect for the law or societal convention and is innately selfish. Is possible Ragnarok recruitment a possibility? Or something that might lead into a potential recruitment thread? Otherwise I'm open to suggestions.
