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.
Posted by Grav Bomb on Apr 3, 2017 16:17:57 GMT -6
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Max felt a pang of shame as Mirror talked to him. She was being so understanding and so helpful. He wasn't used to strangers being this nice to him. She seemed like she really wanted to help. Max felt like he shouldn't be so shaken. He felt like he should have been capable of handling this.
"Thanks. I like just about everything so I should be good with whatever." He said awkwardly.
He stood and started putting dishes in the sink and wrapping up the leftover food. He felt full of energy now. Not at all like he had been dead for a year. Mirror seemed like someone he could be fast friends with. He looked over at the girl and smiled.
"By the way. I owe you one. You don't know me from Adam and you came and helped me out. If you are ever in a jam and need some backup give me a call. No questions asked." He said.
There that felt better. He didn't like taking hand outs. Even though he didn't know if she would ever take him up on it he wanted to at least wanted to offer. Not everyday you find a person who will jump in to help out. "So what's do we do now?" He asked.
I know what your trying to say, your trying to say it's time for business. It's business time oooh!
Sorry now that I have that out of my system Alt Max does enjoy him some fancy clothes and the such. And he's involves with Haven and Ragnarok so no worries about moral qualms
The door to the corner office opened. Maxwell walked out into his reception area straightening him tie. He pulled out a handkerchief from inside his suit pocket and wiped the lipstick that had smeared off his face. He placed his thick rimmed glasses on his face as a woman came out of his office behind him.
Ms. Jones was finishing rebuttoning her blouse. She was a rather new paralegal at Rosewood Law and Associates. She had asked for a meeting with Maxwell and seemed...eager...to work.
Maxwell's personal assistant James rose from his desk as Maxwell entered. He handed Maxwell his briefcase which Max had filled with the files for his meeting with his client. James was a nice man, not that that mattered to Maxwell. What mattered to Maxwell was that he was ferociously loyal and almost annoyingly driven to please. It made for a good assistance.
The three entered the elevator and rode from the 6th floor. They made a stop at the fourth floor and Ms. Jones stepped off. Maxwell held the door open button and looked at James.
"James could you be so kind as to help Ms. Jones clear her workspace and pack her things" Maxwell said.
James stepped off the elevator without a word and headed down the hall to where Ms. Jones cubical was. The woman looked like she had just been smacked in the face. She turned at Maxwell in shock.
"What? Why? We just.." she began.
"Precisely," Maxwell interupted, "which is in direct violation of the employee contract you signed when you were hired. If you aren't intelligent enough to understand the forbidding of relations between personel we have little need of you here."
She looked instantly furious and Max released the door open button.
"But what about you?" She called back.
Max gave her a million dollar smile.
"My contract has no such stipulation." He replied.
The doors shut and he was off.
She would do one of two things, and it would determine her future. Most likely she would pack her things, go home, and cry to whatever excuse for a loved one she has. Or, when Maxwell returned she would be there, she would have a fire in her eyes and a lawsuit on her lips, and he would know she was worth keeping in his employment.
For now however he had larger concerns. He got into the car that was pulled up front for him and headed to the resturant he had been told to meet Jorge. He had some simple paperwork concerning some business deals that the man had made above the board, but Maxwell also needed to discuss a few matters with Poseidon concerning a murder committed by one of his gang members. The guy had been sloppy and gotten caught. Maxwell was supposed to represent him. It had only gotten more complicated.
He got out of the car and entered the resturaunt. Well at least he would be getting a decent lunch today. He usually never made time for such luxury in a business day.
Geo gave Max his fair warning and Max grinned as he took placed the balls and removed the traingle. Geo talked like he'd had a wild ride, and Max figured the man probably had a million stories to tell from his travels. He had seen beyond the small bit of the world most people call home.
Max leaned against a nearby table and gave a little wave of his hand for Geo to shoot first. The guy asked him about if he lived at the mansion. Max gave a laugh.
"Used to be a mansion kid. I moved into town to be a dancer. My parents thought my time would be better spent at college so they threatened to cut me off if I didn't go to NYU. So I found myself with a bit of a questionable living situation. The mansion took me in, I'll always appreciate that, but Devon helped me out and now I have my own place." He said.
He understood what it was like to struggle now. He had gone from a comfortable home in Virginia to a studio apartment. He had spent a few months trying to make rent and still have money for food when it finally just wouldn't bold anymore. He spent a few days living on the streets before he finally made his way to the mansion.
Max tried to get a read of Chief as she led him to a table. She seemed pleasant and seemed to be giving Max a shot. She had a very thick accent that Max couldnt place from anywhere. He had gotten a bit carried away with his excitement about the club. He reminded himself to not let his mouth run wild here. He didn't need to approach this interview as a patron.
He sat and Chief showed him her phone explaining that it could talk for her if Max was having a hard time understanding. Max was a well spoken guy, but he had originated from the South, and he had met plenty of kids in public school that basically spoke a version of English Max thought had to be different than the real thing. He was already picking up some of the patterns in Chiefs way of talking, he would manage.
"I'm good for now but I'll let you know." He said pleasantly.
She asked him about himself. He always hated these interview questions. They were always a catch twenty two. You didn't wanna get to personal, cause then you're self obsessed, but if you just give information that's already on your resume, you're boring. He fought to find the middle ground and spoke.
"Well I'm from Virginia. Moved to New York cause I want to be a Broadway actor someday. I love music and dance. I'm pretty much just a simple generally happy guy. Life's too short to be miserable right?" He replied.
Max saw Quin headed towards him. She was the greatest contrast from the previous night. Her outfit today was all function. Max gave a little smile to himself, she could act like she was all practical but Max had seen her the night before. As uncomfortable as she might be she knew how to get dolled up.
He tossed his cigarette into the ashtray outside the diner and zipped up his black hoodie. He'd gone for non descript tonight as well. A dull black hoodie and some dark jeans with work boots.
As she got closer she spoke. So apparently she had done the research Max asked her to do. That was a a step in the right direction. Max gave a start in reaction to her statement and gave a look around to make sure no one was nearby. He went over to meet her.
"Not much filling in to do, I have very few answers and a ton of questions. Hence why I thought maybe you could help me once we get done with this. For now just know that what you read last night wasn't faked, it all really happened." He said.
Right now he wanted to get this sting underway. The sooner he could finish this and maybe show Quin he was a decent guy the sooner he could find out about what happened to him. He didn't know the details of the plan yet and wanted to be informed before having to go in.
"So what do you need me to do for all this tonight?" He asked.
Elliot introduced himself and Max nodded. Max heard the shouting and Elliot shut the door and took the lead. Whoever these hatchet men were they wanted to catch Elliot bad. Max couldn't tell for sure between the echo of the empty station and the fact that he didn't understand Chinese but it sounded like more than three voices.
He had hoped his little stunt would have worked, but obviously getting away was going to be a little more difficult. He made his way alongside Elliot down the dark hall. They were lucky it was so late otherwise running into workers might have given away their location.
He couldn't make out the voices anymore as he took another turn. They had faded to indistinguishable noise behind them. Max looked at Elliot.
"Are they tracking you somehow? Of all the places to check they seem to be coming right for us." Max asked.
At this rate the hatchet men would catch them and Max would have a fight in his hands. He hadn't wanted any of this. Why did things always have to be so complicated every time he tried to do something good.
Mankind has had it's chance to repent... The world bows to sin and chaos... In order to overcome the darkness, sometimes extreme measures must be taken.
Max Rosewood was killed by an oncoming car, his story should have ended. But someone had other plans for the boy.
Max awoke a year later, alive and a little less than well. Showing up in an alley naked, scared, and with no memory of the last year Max has many questions and it's time for answers.
THE SINS OF MAN
It all starts with one man.
A mysterious figure known only by few as Lazarus has a very unique mutation. His body has created what he calls "seeds of life", tiny capsules of pure life energy, seven in total. These seeds can be used to revive a deceased mutant one time by placing them in the mouth of the corpse.
He has raised a group of mutants and labeled them The Harbingers. When one dies he simply collects the seed and finds a new deceased mutant to take on the mantle.
The Harbingers:
A secret group of mutants ran by Vincent who perform varies opts to bring down those that Vincent sees as corrupted and controlled by sin. The operatives work as a team and do indivual missions. They specialize in assassinations and kidnappings, but have been known to delve into other methods to solve their objectives. Why kill a CEO when you can simply steal all he has and leave him with nothing?
The Sins: Wrath- Elastic Force fields. Able to stop and bounce back projectiles. Lust-pharmone manipulation. Can expel pharmones that cause uncontrollable attraction Sloth-Hyper metabolism- a massive man that can instantly convert fat to muscle in order to have superhuman strength speed and endurance Greed- Steal. Able to teleport objects weighing under 20 pounds within eyesight into his hands. Gluttony- matter eater- Man with no mouth. His hands have mouths that can chew any material and consume it.
Pride and Envy are currently unused.
THE PLOT
The Sins of Man is a plot that will revolve around the Harbingers. Max is going back to Virginia in search of answers to his resurrection and in the course may or may not uncover the fact that he was brought back by Lazarus to be a member of the Harbingers.
This organization will follow Max back to New York and attempt to capture, convert, or eliminate him if he will not serve their purpose.
More of a cult than anything else this plot can be expected to have crazy zealot speeches, shades of grey morals and plenty of chances for run ins with these baddies.
HOW DO I GET INVOLVED?
-Max can't go it alone. He needs friends and those friends can interact with the Harbingers as they work to mess with our friendly neighborhood dancer
-Have an open charrie slot and want to play a sin? Let's do it!
-Have your own idea to add? Shoot me a pm and we will work it out.
I will be posting the full bio of Lazarus and each of the sins later once I have talked with those interested in playing the sins or replacing them with a PC. Any remaining sin that is not claimed ot replaced will show up under this thread as an NPC
Ooc: it is assumed when not in a Max or related thread the Harbingers are all around the country doing missions or handling jobs
Hope to hear from you lovely people soon
DISCLAIMER:
THIS IS A PERSONAL PLOT FOR MAX AND THOSE WHO WISH TO PARTICIPATE. THE HARBINGERS ARE NOT A FACTION, AND WILL NOT EFFECT THE DYNAMIC OF THE SITE BEYOND INTERACTING WITH MAX, THEMSELVES, OR ANYONE WHO DECIDES TO AID MAX. I ASK THAT IF YOU PLAN ON USING A HARBINGER NPC YOU PLEASE MESSAGE ME SO WE CAN ENSURE THEY ARE USED PROPERLY.
Posted by Grav Bomb on Mar 31, 2017 16:14:38 GMT -6
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Max saw Stinger Agnes fly upward and he felt rush of satisfaction. His eyes darted over and he saw Flying Agnes on her hands and knees. His body felt like hell. The stings and bites burned and itched. His muscles kept doing tiny little spasms sue to his constant use of power. Now that Stinger Agnes was caught in his field the timer was on. Max had three minutes before his power failed and he would be left defenseless.
He was about to charge Flying Agnes and he give her a quick kick to keep her down when he felt something fall onto his shoulder and shutter around. He looked up and saw yet another Agnes clinging to the wall using some kind of spider like power. His head hurt, he felt dizzy for a moment. More bugs spewed from her mouth at him.
"You have got to be fuc-" He began.
He never got to finish his sentence as he felt a powerful force slam into his chest and throw him back. He collided with a dumpster. He slid down to the alley floor and felt that his ribs were bruised in addition to all his injuries. He cried out in pain and looked up to see yet another Agnes. This one was armored and had punched Max. He felt like he had just been hit by a truck.
Life wasn't fair. He couldn't do this. It was too much. Fighting a single mutant that had control over their ability was usually a fair fight. Max had tried taking on two. Now he was staring at two more. What was the point of this.
He reached over his head and grabbed the dumpster, exerting his power over it. He threw it and as his fingers let go changed the gravity to double on the object and watched it fly towards armored Agnes. He negated gravity on himself and jumped to his feet. Bad move.
His ribs screamed in protest and no sooner had he landed on his feet did Max find himself kneeling with his arm against the wall of the alley. He couldn't stand. His legs weren't working. His head was spinning from wasp venom and the residual adrenaline in his body. He fought to rise but his vision swam. He looked at the horde of enemies before him and his vision started to tunnel.
"I'm not going down. I won't..." and he collapsed.
Posted by Grav Bomb on Mar 31, 2017 15:13:09 GMT -6
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The Agnes' seemed to be enjoying themselves fighting Max. It was impossible for him to get a solid opening to escape upward. He was buying himself some time. Flying Agnes blocked her face as coins smashed into her and Max continued to counter Stinger Agnes to the best of his ability.
She was quick and the stingers pounded into his trashcan lid with solid impacts. Tiny dents formed in the lid as Max held it up to block himself. He got a bit of distance between him and Stinger Agnes. Time wasnt on his side. He knew his quarter attack wouldn't stall Flying Agnes for long. He needed to at least get one of them out of the equation.
Stinger Agnes charged and threw a kick from a few feet away. Max raised the lid instinctively and heard the splatter of insects connecting with it. She was adapting to how he fought, the longer this dragged on the worse his position would be. He came at him with her stingers and he made a desperate choice. He tossed the shield behind him at Flying Agnes, tossing it like a Frisbee. He kept his eye on Stinger Agnes arm as the Stinger came.
He took a solid step forward and twisted to avoid the posionous blade. He thrust his arm out in an open palm strike to hit Agnes in the center of her mass. All he needed was one instant of contact. If his strike landed he would throw his power over Stinger Agnes. The field would change gravity on her, sending her straight up to the ceiling and pinning her to it. If she wanted to act like a bug she could experience what a windshield felt like.
Posted by Grav Bomb on Mar 31, 2017 9:56:22 GMT -6
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Max jumped and activated his power, taking to the air. A number of Bots flew at him and he rose higher to avoid them. The case swung wildly in one of his hands. A Bot appeared in front of him, cutting him off and Max dodged to the right and up as the Bot swung at him. As he passed around the Bot he noticed the lines running from the Bot to the thrusters on its back. Bingo.
He stalled in the air and grabbed at the line with his free hand. It tore free from the Bot and he saw one of the thrusters die. The Bot spun out in the air wildly and collided with the crowd below. Max flew above Cafas, trying to cover. The man didn't seem to need the help though as he disposed of the assailants with immense skull and grace.
Max dodged another Bot and swung the case into the Bots face. The hard metals collided and the Bot swerved off course. They were almost at the building.
"Not to bad." Max thought to himself.
His thought was instantly interupted by the appearance of the Golem. Cafas evaded it'd attacks and the strikes of the other bots. Max saw some of the jet pack Bots smack into the large Golem and fall. Cafas drove a fist into the large Bot and Max saw the metal bend and crack.
"He said effecting the metal. Is that what he does?" Max wondered as he ducked and swayed away from another bot. Cafas shouted up to Max and Max nodded. With his free hand he grabbed a yoyo and he released the case, surrounding it zero gs so it would float beside him.
He unspooled some of the wire and wrapped the end around his hand as a bit rushed him. He pulled himself sideways as the Bot came in and sidestepped it. He adjusted gravity and shot after the thing. He flicked the exposed wire around the Bot, putting it in a choke hold and tightened his grip on the wire. The metal string clotheslined the Bot and Max spun around it and pulled, throwing his weight into it.
He changed gravity on the Bot, angling it towards the Golem and Max pulled the cord. The Bot flipped from the moment and Max released his grip on the yoyo end of the wire and watched the flying Bot streak towards its brother down below.
The jet bit smashed into the weakened Golem and the pair ended up going through the door of the building with a sickening crash. Max grabbed the case and dove towards the ground. He extended his hand to Cafas.
Posted by Grav Bomb on Mar 31, 2017 9:08:32 GMT -6
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Max grinned as Geo did a little shuffle in front of him. Max always thought it was funny when people talked to him about dancing. They treated it like a science or some secret skill to be unlocked. Anyone could dance, it just took a bit of time and a lot of practice.
"Yeah man we will get you ready to go. I'll play wingman how can they resist." He said.
Geo ruffled his hair. It was an odd thing to do, but Max supposed the guy had to look at him as a baby. He gave an embarrased smile as Geo did it and felt his face redden when Geo complimented him. Max never needed anyone's approval, he was confident enough in himself to know he had self worth, but Geo made him glad that he had the guy on his side.
"Alright. Though fair warning I've been sneaking into bars for years and I'm not bad." He said in response.
He followed Geo back into Sanctuary and into the Rec room. The other guys didn't seem to mind Max now, though he saw them watching him as he walked over to the table with Geo. Max grabbed a pool stick and started piling the balls into the triangular case to rack them up.
Posted by Grav Bomb on Mar 31, 2017 8:30:37 GMT -6
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Max had gone to meet Tony after his talk with Quin. The man had questioned Max about wanting a new ID so soon but Max fed him a line about having lost it at a girls house after having one to many at the bar. The guy seemed to buy it and gave him the number. Max got the address and time for the following day and sent it to Quin. He told her to meet him at the diner the next day before the op and went home to crash.
******
The next day was dull. Max got up and tidied up his place. It was amazing the kind of mess he could make even though he loved by himself. He was off again today having pulled five straight nights earlier that week.
He wondered what Quin would dig up on him. He wanted some answers about how he was alive and hoped she would be just the person to help. Having a good sleuth on your side when you were looking for information couldn't be a bad thing. He had already started planning what leads he could follow on his own personal case.
He had slept late and the afternoon went by in a haze of television and movies. By the time the sun started to set and Max got ready to leave he was already feeling a bit stir crazy. Happy for an excuse to head out he left for the diner to meet Quin.
The street outside Vibe was basically empty. The crowd wouldn't be there till later in the night. Max leaned against the wall of the diner and lit a cigarette as he waited for the detective. Tonight would be interesting.
