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.
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Posted by Grav Bomb on Apr 11, 2017 15:09:22 GMT -6
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Max walked off the elevator with a broad grin. He had just completed a very entertaining session in CLASS. Sure the place was meant for training, but the excellent sound system and the controllable bots made for an excellent place to have dance practice. Max had just completed choreographing a lovely group of Pirates to one of his favorite songs. It was a sight to see.
He walked down the hallway towards his apartment in his sweatpants and little else. He had been sweating profusely in the training room and his shirt had made a wonderful makeshift towel. Slapping on some deodarent to ensure he wouldnt be unbearble to anyone he passed he had headed upstairs to shower and eat. His shirt now hung around his neck as he walked.
He passed an open door and glanced in, and then stopped and did a double take. The apartment he was looking into looked like an OCD person's wet dream. Everything was labeled, everything. Sticky notes plastered over every object in the place. In the living room he saw a girl in pajamas sitting on the floor looking at a something. She seemed deep in thought.
He gave a small shrug and knocked on the open door.
"Hey there. You seem pretty focused. Need any help?"
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Jorge reassured Maxwell about his concerns with leisurely expendatures. He had a point. Maxwell might have inherited a nice sum of money when his parents passed but that hadn't made his life easy. He'd been orphaned and thrown in foster homes. He had earned his law degree at an unbelievably young age. Perhaps it was time to let himself live a little. Maxwell continued to eat as Jorge offered him assistance with his boredom.
"I'm in. I know I usually stay behind the desk but as you said, perhaps I'd like to work a bit." He said slyly.
He took the spoon that lay on the table beside him and glanced around the room. They were alone. With a small burst of power he made the spoon float an inch above his open palm, only for a moment before dropping it back into his hand.
"All this power and I never get to use it. Always having to be so careful about being seen, especially with SUPER agents out in fleets. Keeping my abilities secret is crucial to my practice, but I haven't gotten to cut loose in ages." He sighed.
He gave a broad grin.
"I guess what I'm saying is call me Maxwell Adventure Rosewood."
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As Maxwell danced across from the girl his mind whirled into business mode. He was exceptionally good at reading people, or at least he liked to think so. Part of being a good lawyer was being able to gather information from watching someone, spotting tells and motivations and exploiting them. This girl was setting off alarms.
She had seemed tense when he took her hand to go dance, if only for a moment. She had asked him to dance, yet as he watched her moving about on the lighted floor she seemed uneasy, almost uncomfortable with the situation.
-"I'm not so good at zis, I think."
She said it with a self depreciating laugh and Maxwell returned with a light chuckle. He watched her eyes and she seemed distracted like her focus was split. He found himself intrigued.
"It takes practice, or a good partner." He said with a million dollar smile.
He took a step closer to her, replicating her own move of invading personal space and continued to dance. Keeping as much eye contact as possible.
"I didn't catch your name. Do you come to Atlantis often? I haven't seen you here before." He asked.
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Max gave a little nod as Geo talked about women. Yeah he understood. Anyone can con a girl into a night of pleasure. It took real work and skill to build a life with someone.
"I know what you mean. Though I've been out of the game for a while. Last date I went on ended with the girl bailing out early on me. Just means I'll still be on the hunt for Mrs. Right" He said.
Geo talked about work and Max understood. It was like looking at a reflection of himself. He hadn't been back for long, picking up the pieces of who you used to be took time.
"I was gone for about a year." He said tapping his temple, " No memory of it. Woke up in an alley about a month ago. World kept moving while I was away, the guy I was and who I am now, well it takes time to reconcile."
He saw Geo botch a shot and grinned as the man criticized himself. Max leaned against the table lined up a shot and finally sank the rlusive one ball. This game was going to be tight.
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Devon was a good listener, which made sense it was his job to be. As he talked to Max about Haven helping him get his identity back, even referring him to a police officer for help Max gave a small sad smile. This was Devon, you present him with a problem and he comes up with a solution, it was admirable.
"Honestly the thing that keeps me from getting declared alive again is my family. My dad's pretty connected, hell he went to NYC before moving back to Virginia to start his law firm. If I got legally declared alive he'd find out, and then he'd want to see me and they would have questions, questions I can't answer." Max said.
Devon mentioned Cafas. Max had met the man in the Danger Room during a training session. The guy was capable, confident, and extremely powerful. Maybe Max would ask him for advice. At the mention of a job Max felt his jaw drop. Working for Inferno would be great, he would have a steady income and be around his passion for music. The way Devon spoke he talked like Max would be an asset, Max never really thought of himself that way.
"Wow. Thanks man. That would be amazing. A fresh start is exactly what I need." He smiled.
Devon offered to listen to Max talk about his incident. And as he looked into the man's eyes he saw sincerity. This wasn't a therapist looking for a new loon to study, this was a friend trying to help.
"I don't know about well adjusted, it's just no use lingering on what has happened. I guess I should talk about it though" He said nervously looking away, " it was so strange. I remember getting hit and then nothing. I don't know what it's suppose to be like to die, but it was just empty, nothingness. Then I remember a voice laughing and saying my name. Panic and a white light followed by the alley I woke up in. Everything I try to think about the in-between it's like my brain hits the overload button and won't do it."
He probably sounded stupid. You would think that being dead was something you would remember pretty well. Maybe his mind was protecting itself from whatever he had experienced, either way he didn't know alot.
"Before the incident I spent most of my time just trying to entertain myself, make people smile, have fun. Somehow that doesn't seem right now. I was brought back for a reason but I don't know why. I thought about joining the X-men, trying to make a difference somehow but," He let the silence linger for a moment, " when I was a teenager I got attacked by a drunk who saw me using my powers. I defended myself but when the cops arrived I was the one who ended up in cuffs. My dad tried to get the guy for assault but nothing ever came of it. That's the system we live in. The Xmen do good work, protect people, but the system they work with is flawed. I don't want to fight mutants who have gone down the wrong path, I want to help change the factors that drove them to it. Society can act as dignified as they want to but the prejudice against us is real, and mutants need protected against that. Give them good alternatives and they are less likely to end up blowing up a street corner to try to get by."
He looked out the window at the highway speeding by. His eyes lingered on the clear blue sky.
"I suppose that's pretty philosophical though. In the real world how are we supposed to fix the problem?"
Posted by Grav Bomb on Apr 11, 2017 7:51:45 GMT -6
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Max hadn't stopped running till he was at least a mile away. He dropped from the rooftops into an alley and leaned against a wall. His chest heaved heavily as he tried to catch his breath. That had not gone as planned, hell it had been a disaster. He had used his powers in front of a group of cops and then vanished into thin air. Not to mention all the crap Quin would have rain down on her for it. There went his chance of getting a cop on his side.
It was due to that fact that Max was greatly surprised when a day later he recieved a text from Quin to meet at her apartment. He had slept in after a long night of work and sluggishly got up. If she was going to still help him he needed to find a good way to apologize.
***
Max stood outside Quin's apartment. He was dressed in his standard tee-shirt and jeans, for him it was like a uniform. I'm his fanny pack he had the cell phone he had taken off the gang member safely turned off. Best not to keep a device with GPS running after stealing it.
He was carrying a folder. A file he had put together on the Lorenzo family as an apology to Quin. Haven had a number of helpful resources and Max had used them to obtain information on them and their operation. He had been methodical enough to ensure non of the documents could be linked back to Haven. Hopefully it would earn him the detectives forgiveness.
He gave a nervous knock on the door and took a step back.
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Jorge's advice made a sly grin slide across Maxwell's face. He described Atlantis like a Wonderland of debauchery and pleasure. After a moment of consideration Maxwell figured that was probably exactly what it was. Perhaps the older man had a point.
"You make an appealing argument my friend. When do you have a free evening I'll drop in then and let you give me a look. I'm sure you'll put me in capable hands to show me a good time." He said.
He continued enjoying his meal, the food was superb. It was a prime example of the difference in quality of life Jorge and he enjoyed. For most people a meal at this place would make their week, possibly there month. They would scrape and save money to afford one moment of the high life, one moment to live like the high and mighty. The perks did come with a slight downside.
"Jorge," Maxwell began thoughtfully, " Do you ever find yourself wondering if perhaps we have become desensitized to the joys of life? I mean when you have the world at your fingertips the world becomes quite a bland place. Without obstacles to overcome where is the challenge."
He took a bite of his meal.
"I think I'm suffering from a streak of boredom. Perhaps it's time for me to get my hands dirty again. I do enjoy a bit of rougish adventure " He concluded.
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Sometimes the immediacy of a payoff on a thought was one of the most satisfying feelings in the world. Maxwell had no sooner contemplated how he was going to find something to entertain him this evening when he heard a voice speak beside him. He took a drink and glanced at the girl talking to him.
She was right beside him, closer than most people would get to a stranger. She was short and thin, in a good way. He gave an appreciative glance at her corset and long legs. She seemed a bit young for the club, but Maxwell wasn't a bouncer, it wasn't his job to ID people. If the girl came here wanting to be treated like an adult well he could definitely oblige.
She asked him to dance, extending him her hand. He gave a small smile. Dancing wasn't really Maxwell's thing, but he had done quite a lot of it in his teens. Some skills simply didn't go away. Besides being competent on the dance floor was useful, people liked someone who could dance and in today's day and time it was akin to a mating ritual of the days of old.
He slid out of his tailored jacket in one quick move and placed it on the bar. He gave the bartender a look that said "Watch this for me." And the bartender nodded back.
"Of course. Why not give them a show." He said.
He recognized her ascent as French. Ooh-La-La, and took her hand to lead her to the dance floor. The DJ was blasting a quick rythmatic song and as Maxwell made it to the pulsating blue dance floor he began to move with the music. Subtle small motions, it was always best to guage a partner before deciding how to proceed on the dance floor.
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Max laughed as Geo talked about working at the nightclub. He made it sound like Max was taking his pick of the woman at the Inferno club. The idea seemed rediculous to Max, sure he had been hit on at the club, but drunken advances by beautiful woman were still drunken advances. Call him chivalrous but Max just felt like he would be taking advantage if he returned any of the women's affection.
"Not as much as you would think my man. Usually the guy holding the drink tray isn't the guy you go home with. I make a hell of a wingman though" He said with a laugh.
Geo talked about his shop. Mechanic huh? Max could understand the man's draw to working on cars. Max wasn't a mechanic by anyone's definition, but he was quite skilled at the technical aspects of theater. Rigging lights and sound equipment had to be a similar experience.
" You should check it out and see, heck your shop might still be there for all you know. I don't own a car but if you open something up I could put a word in at Haven and get the fleet a deal there." He said.
Geo sank the 15 ball but his enthusiasm caused him to scratch. Max smiled and pullespecially the white ball out of the pocket. He lined up a shot and sank the 2 ball with a quick strike. He followed it up with a shot that sent the cue ball into the center of the table, trying to block Geo's shot
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The man flew down the hall and slammed into his fellow criminals. Quin was able to break the grip of the goon holding her and he got slammed into by the makeshift projectile Max had created. Quin finished off the latest few enemies and turned to Max.
- "Nice save. You could have mentioned you were a mutant."
Max gave a little shrug and smiled at Quin.
"I mean you never asked, didn't think it was a big deal." He said.
The last of the standing goons took off outside as sirens range out. Max figured that meant backup was here. Quin told him to bail, to save himself some trouble and he nodded in agreement.
"Give me a call when your free. I hope you can trust the guys in the van. They may have seen me vault out of the fifth story window." He said sheepishly.
He took off up the stairs, heading for the roof. The door to the roof was ajar and as Max burst into the sunlight he saw the goon who had surrendered standing on the roof heading towards a small gap between building. Max grabbed his phone and turned on the microphone app. Max chased him down and overtook him easily with a burst of low gravity he tackled the man and they landed, him on top.
"Who do you work for?" He shouted.
"Arrest me but I ain't talking." He spat back.
Max pulled the man up and threw his power over him. He reversed gravity and the guy flew upward. Max gripped the goon by the front of his shirt, holding him at arms length.
"You can either talk, or you can take a little trip up. I don't know how far up you will go before you come back down." He said coldly.
The goon swore at him but Max could see the panic in his eyes. The pull of Max's gravity pulling him ever upward.
"Getting pretty heavy holding you." Max said, he let two of his fingers slide off the man's shirt and he cried out in terror.
"Okay, okay. S**t. Lorenzo it's the Lorenzo family. Dominique is the son. They run most of the small scale crime." He said.
Max reached in an grabbed the man's phone. He let go and then released his gravity on the man. He flew up about two feet and fell back down to the roof. Max took off, pocketing his phone. He would pass this along to Quin later, though his methods of obtaining information might be less than approved.
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Max respected Devons position. He seemed really hands on with Haven. He talked about the company like it was his baby, his pride. He wasn't there to make a ton of money and make himself feel good. It sounded like he was just doing what he had done before, only trying to increase the reach of his assistance.
"It sounds like you have it all together man. Your eyes light up when you talk about the place. Being true to yourself that I can understand." Max replied.
Max took an embarrased sip of his coffee as Devon asked about what kind of work he was interested in. He hinted at connections he had and Max had to think for a minute. He wasn't prone to self analysis, more of a go with the flow kind of guy, perhaps a little forethought never hurt anybody.
"I'm a dancer, mostly on the street with a hat at my feet, but music and acting are a passion of mine. I wanna become a famous actor someday, show people that it doesn't matter if your a mutant you can achieve your dreams. I thought about going back to school for marketing, but it's complicated" He said with a sigh.
Things had been complicated since his return to the land of the living. Maxwell Rosewood was technically dead, it made getting a steady job or enrolling in school a bit complicated.
"Last year I got hit by a car, the police report said I died on the scene. I woke up a few weeks ago naked in an alley, talk about a confusing time. Kinda trying to figure out my identity again ya know. Getting work is kinda hard when a Google search tells people the social your using is a dead guys." He said with a laugh.
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Cafas grabbed onto Max's arm.
-"Cleared for take off Captain."
"Flight 169 taking off." Max said grinning.
Cafas kept the Bots at bay, giving Max time to work his magic. He sent his power out, extending a field of gravity around Cafas and himself. It was double gravity, angled straight up. The pair shot upward, escaping the ground based bots. A pair of jet pack Bots flew at him from the roof, a change in gravity pulled Max and Cafas to the left and they juked them as they rose ever higher. Max felt a rush of elation as they rose closer to the roof.
It was at that moment that he saw the giant metallic legs grip the side of the room. A giant circular body pulled itself off the lip of the roof and Max saw a giant glowing red eye on the tiny head of the gaint robot octopus. Max let go of Cafas and dropped his power over him, tossing the man into the open top floor still under construction. The giant robot sent out a blast of energy from its eye and Max threw the case after Cafas.
"Plant the case. I'll keep him busy." He shouted.
He flipped backwards as the beam flew under him and smashed a Bot that had been chasing him. He took to the sky and dodged a series of blast from the bot. Cafas would have to get to the roof from the top floor and plant the charge, Max needed to keep the robots away from the giant machine on the roof that was the target.
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Max lined up his shot and smiled. Geo was pretty straight forward. It didn't take much inteligence to figure out that he was interested in finding out about Devon. From the way he had talked earlier it was no surprise, Geo was probably looking for a boogie man somewhere. The guy who stepped into his old home seemed a likely suspect.
"He was and is a therapist. Works with addicts and the like helping them get back on their feet. Major part of the company is that as a matter of fact." Max said.
He took his shot and the three ball slid into the corner pocket. Tie game now. He gave Geo a thumbs up and circled the table looking for another shot. He placed his sights on the one ball.
"Devons got me a job as a waiter at the Haven nightclub Inferno. It's not Broadway but I get to enjoy the music and the tips are pretty great when you get the right crowd in." Max explained.
The question of work still lingered in his mind. He wasn't gonna tell Geo about Havens secret ops, CLASS, or some of the shadier deals Haven was involved with. Max considered himself a pretty moral person, sometimes he felt a pang of guilt at the thought of how Haven found a way of doing business. They weren't bad guys though they wanted to help Mutants, and Max couldn't argue that it seemed successful. The ends do justify the means.
"Other than that it's a lot of paperwork and volunteer stuff. Gotta keep the ball rolling if we are gonna help people, it doesn't just happen. What about you? Any profession you have interest in?" Max asked.
He took his shot and missed. The one ball sliding across the table and landing against the wall.
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Maxwell sat waiting for a reply from his story. The tension was thick for the young lawyer. He was confident he had handled the situation properly, it had seemed like the only way to resolve the issue. With Jorge however you never knew exactly how he was going to react. If Maxwell had done well Jorge would be kind, he didn't want to think about how things would turn out if he had acted in an improper manner.
Jorge chuckled and Maxwell knew he was safe, for now at least. The man answered him in code and Maxwell gave a small smile and a nod. Jorge would handle it, and once Poseidon got involved you could bet that he would complete the job with ruthless efficiency.
The waitress returned with food and Maxwell felt the weight of tension fall off his shoulders as the food arrived. Without the nagging concern that he would find himself on the receiving end of Jorges fury he could relax. He placed his napkin I'm his lap and began to cut up his food.
"I'm sure Atlantis will be more than satisfactory. It's all these social events I find myself dreading. I have to attend some set gala opening tomorrow because a client wants me there. My assistant James keeps telling me I need to find a date for these things but I find most people whom would be willing to go useful for only one thing." He said with a small laugh.
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Max stood nervously waiting for the elevator doors to open. He needed to get downstairs and find Quin. They needed to get the hell out of there. His heart was pounding from his exchange with the goons. Adrenaline and fear raced. He kept his eye on the goon who had surrendered, weary of a deception, but the man seemed honestly frightened and complacent. There was a nagging sense in the back of Max's mind that he was forgetting something. That sense proved correct when he saw a blur of motion out of the corner of his eye.
The goon whom Max had knocked out behind the counter was apparently up and he had retrieved his gun while Max wasn't looking. He was standing ready and the barrel was pointed at Max's face. The moment seemed to slow. There would be no blocking or dodging, Max was going to die.
"It won't be too bad. You've done it before" He thought to himself.
The man pulled the trigger...and a loud click reverberated through the silent room. Max had apparently unloaded the gun into the window when he shot it. He was saved. The man threw the gun and charged as the door to the elevator dinged and opened. Max threw himself inside. He pushed the button for the first floor and hammered the door close button frantically.
The doors began to slide shut and Max felt a burst of hope, up until the man appeared in the door and burst into the elvator with Max. He shoved Max into the back wall and the doors shut. They descended and a Max threw himself against the man. They struggled and Max could tell he was going to loose. The man was too strong. He pushed Max against the back wall and tried to choke him. Max held him back, his hands clamped on the arms of the man.
The door dinged and opened and Max took in the scene over the man's shoulder. Quin stood in the hallway facing down a gang of men. Her gun was on the floor behind her. She was in trouble.
"Q! Hit the deck!" He shouted.
He changed gravity on the man grappling him. Angling him so he would fall down the hallway horizontally. For safety Max doubled the gravity on the man and smiled as the two hundred pounds man flew out of the elevator with the weight of a four hundred pound man falling. He flew towards Quin and the horde of men.
