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.
The robot had handcuffed them both... that was just great. It was good to see that the newbie could obey orders though, even if this was an extreme situation. The tin can beeped further in an almost sickly-sweet tone "Follow me to the police station citizen, where you will be interviewed by officers, thank you for your compliance." Whoever programmed these machines had an odd sense of humor that was for sure.
It seemed Mellitus was planning something , hopefully the META Bot wouldn't notice that whisper. Linely nodded his head carefully in the affirmative to let her know he understood the situation. It was such a shame robots didn't feel pain. That was why he needed a partner, even being able to bring most humans and mutants down with a look wasn't sufficient for certain situations.
Morrison was cursing under his breath and cursing. This was the last thing he needed. His powers were limited in dealing with large crowds, but the uniform helped somewhat with that. "It's alright Morrison, you've got this, we'll be with you when this mix-up is dealt with". PD Rustbucket was now leading them away , keeping a watchful eye to make sure they didn't try and run. This day was going great.
The man was clearly quite nervous, the fear in his eyes when the suggestion he would be meeting his attackers was obvious. As usual , James showed discomfort with the handshake. Linely was fortunately expecting it.
"No , you will be behind a screen and they'll be brought out for you to see, there'll be several experienced MRC officers around, they won't try anything. META Bots are...unnecessary" Linely tried to assure him best he could. James needed to be lucid for the witness statement.
Linely peered at his simple digital watch "Anyway I think that's just about time for us to go in, follow me James." Linely tried to keep things as friendly as possible, he would need a clear witness statement to bring these guys down. Even though his statement as a cop would probably be enough , the law could well be an ass.
Joseph Linely spoke to Helen at the desk, who was taking a brief relax in between the large piles of reports that constantly and consistently came on to her desk. "Things seem to be going well, how's Jeff? "Well marital bliss is normal for newly weds, going to have take time off soon..."
The bump on her stomach kicked again, causing Helen to trail off. Linely remembered the wedding, such a beautiful ceremony, even if the Minister doing it had gone off on a tangent about how significant wine was in the first chapter of John. Jeff was a good guy, and a talented member of the MRC , but the taking of leave was totally understandable considering the circumstances. He had a house to build!
"So what do I have today then?" "An interview with the witness you saved from that gang of street thugs, and a line up with the two you caught"
Great, this would be relatively simple task then , so long as James didn't have one of his episodes. He was quite a strange man, but it was to be expected given his cognative mutation. Linely looked round, seeing James walk through the door. He was early. Still, better to be early than late.
Linely cheerfully walked up to James and offered his hand "Hello James, how are things? We'll be ready for you in a few minutes, there will be some quick questions and then a lineup with the fellows that attacked you."
Linely opened the door of the interrogation room, a piece of paper in hand with the signature of the felon, he was very satisfied with the outcome of that interrogation. He didn't even have to use his pain powers once. He returned to his desk quietly and began writing up the report-another one for Helen and Rachael to eventually start sorting. It would soon be time for lunch.
While Rachael was not in need of any food quickly, Linely knew, he was sure that she would appreciate a break to buy some better clothing and maybe spar with him. The quicker you get started, the quicker you will become able to defend yourself. That was always his philosophy anyhow.
He walked to Helen's desk, finding Rachael sorting the documents between mutant and non-mutant related crimes. "I see Helen's keeping you busy there Rachael, I do realise that I haven't actually told you where my desk is-it's the one with the poetry book, Prufrock and Other Observations, no-one ever wants to read T.S.Eliot other than me so mine is always easy to find. Anyway, I thought I'd tell you that it's time for lunch. Opportune time for buying clothes or sparring with me." His smile was friendly, glad that Rachael was seemingly settling down so well.
Damn! Dougray successfully managed to only get a blow to the shoulder, rather than the head. Unfortunately for him, Linely had better visibility, his currently snake like eyes helping him assess Dougray's actions. It was therefore, pretty easy to dodge out from the way of the attempt to pistol whip him. Linely cleanly deflected it with his baton, striking Dougray lightly across the neck as he did so. He growled further. His next move was less expected. A knife. Blood. Linely felt a pain in his right shoulder from where the knife had struck him, the armor jacket ensured it was only a superficial wound.
His nerves lashed out at Dougray , whose shoulder felt the same pain that he had caused the mutant. This was enough time for Linely to leap out of the way as a barrage of bullets struck the anti-mutant. Shoot to kill were the orders. Shoot to kill was what they did.
The van doors had slammed shut. The two remaining men had used the "Tyrannosaurus lady" successfully as a cover. Damn! She would likely be brutalised by the time she was taken to their cell HQ, Linely just hoped that PD Selby would be able to make it in time before she was murdered.
Time to see who they'd saved...a woman, looked quite young-one of those beautiful, glamorous people that tended to hang round these youtube celebs-or so Linely thought. "Are you OK there Miss? " Linely spoke with concern as he saw the air move around her face. He backed away slightly, everything she was doing corresponded as "mutant in distress". "What's your name? Do you know what just happened?" He was half calling her now, trying to keep a safe distance just in case something went badly wrong. "I take it you're a mutant then?" He joked, trying to calm her down.
"Look Mr. Jaager, I need the names, I need to know that neither Richardson's family or him will be harmed. It's clear that he is absolutely terrified of you, and considering Judgement Day is heavily associated with trying to take out Ragnorok...it's just some internet conspiracy I'm sure -but it would be rather embarrassing to have to conduct a police investigation of your building, particularly after such an important political announcement. I needn't tell you that withholding information from police that is crucial to an investigation when asked for it is an offence. It's called wasting police time." This was a slightly lax interpretation of the law , but considering how much obvious fear the Pastor was showing, Linely had the feeling that he and his family would have to go under witness protection anyway.
It was of course nonsense that Jaager was a member of Ragnorok, just some internet conspiracy of the worst kind , it had been debunked on Snopes, but it was enough Linely was sure to get his ears to prick up. Mark was his friend, he'd made a mistake, but didn't Christ himself teach forgiveness?
Richardson was looking far calmer now, he was in fact smiling, relieved. That gave some comfort to Linely. It was good that Mark saw that he didn't need to feel threatened by a political bully that comes in all guns blazing and expects to be treated like some kind of God to be worshiped.
In fact Richardson had sensed something on Mr Jaager's conscience. Guilt was normally quite simple, forgive me father for I have sinned type stuff. Mr Jaager was guilty, but far more selfishly guilty. He wished that he hadn't just told a pack of lies clearly, he felt he may have betrayed himself. Or rather he had underestimated Richardson. "So Mr Jaager" Richardson said with more power in his voice than ever before "would you like to join us for the evening service, it's going to be a fun one, we're going through a series of sermons on Revelation- this one is going to be on the four horsemen."
This was in fact true. Joseph thought, and he supposed a pleasant invitation was a good way to sort out an encounter that had got off on the wrong foot. "I still expect you to give the names Mark, and to stop this stupid money laundering thing, the MRC will now be protecting your Church and your home until we can be sure Judgement Day is eliminated."
Joseph stood up "now I think it's time we rejoined the congregation, we don't want the gossip-mongers to keep us here any longer than we have too, after all talking of newspaper headlines..."he then made a rather dirty joke referring to Ambrose in relation to Bill Clinton which made Richardson blush at the crudeness of it.
Ambrose was next to sit down, he looked calm, collected, sanguine almost, Linely could see that he felt totally in control. That look that he was giving Mark was not pleasant at all, it was meant to be all friendly-like, but it was predatory. Then he actually began speaking -and oh what a story it was.
Ambrose was talking about someone who had got involved with Judgement Day, a fellow named "Thomas", surely Mark hadn't got involved with them? They were psychopaths! At least Ragnorok had a clear set out plan in mind-you knew where they stood, but he'd seen your average Judgement Day hit. They tended not to be very pretty, they had some killers who were particularly unpleasant. DEATH TO he kept remembering over and over, those chilling words left behind at every scene...
Mark looked panicked , he was sweating visibly, this was not a ordinary sweat, but sheer terror. "Please don't hurt my family Mr Jaager" he spoke faintly, almost quietly. So Mark was involved with them. That wasn't a crime in itself, and Jaager clearly had not made any specific allegation. "I'm not even that involved with them ...they threatened to..." Mark was whimpering now, like a beaten puppy. So coercion had a part to play, that made sense now.
"I can give you names of their more senior members... if you leave me alone, I'll even cut you in on the deal you had with them if you want" . Begging with a psychopath was never a good idea at the best of times, Linely had no doubt that he was dealing with one of those, that awfully cold look behind Jaager's eyes was plain to see. Why Richardson was wanting to give names to Jaager, Linely had no idea.
"I think I've heard enough" Linely started speaking. "If you won't take the names, then I happily will" he spoke plainly to Jaager. "We've been after these guys for months, and even if you know something more. I'd also like to know more about this Thomas fellow and your employee, if we can get his son back we will, I'm sure you'd be delighted to assist." Richardson was overreacting, if anything Jaager had just helped him get out of a heap of trouble, and the police could take over from here. "There's evidence of coercion from this group Mark, and that doesn't make you a bad person." Even if Mark HAD been profiting from whatever he'd been doing, that was a classic tactic of criminal gangs, gave their extortionees something to be blackmailed by. Profit under coercion was very smart like that.
"So if you could stay a while so we can get things sorted Mr Jaager, that would be wonderful" Joseph tried to be as friendly as possible, despite the fact that Ambrose had nearly reduced a good man to tears.
"Very well James, glad to be of service" He had other things to do, there was a protest tomorrow that he had to be there for, and it looked like James could manage on his own. "Just make sure you don't go down any silly short-cuts during the night next time alright?, We'll be in touch soon" With that Linely walked away leaving James to the business of getting home .
He got into his police car, tonight had been a bizarre one, and he was glad not to have been caught up in that accident (which had been cleared thank goodness), he just hoped that the man got home OK. Things were not safe for a lone mutant who got confused easily. He started the engine, and drove away.
Jaager's polite declining of the cake was accompanied by an unusual look towards the boy. Policemen are trained to see that kind of thing you berk, Linely thought, it was now obvious that Jaager's motivations were probably less than friendly, if the fact that Mark had brought him into the conversation hadn't made it plain already.
Linely eyed the two body guards as well, they looked somewhat menacing for entering a church on political business. Something wasn't right here. Fortunately there were probably enough mutants in congregation that they wouldn't get very far. He knew a couple of mutants had accidentally killed someone (him included), and were probably capable of doing it deliberately if they needed to.
"There's the office next door - it's a small room mind - only enough for about three people" Richardson looked at Joseph again. The Pastor's reaction was polite, Linely thought, but it was obvious that Ambrose was a threat. " Very well Mark, I'll make sure you two deal with each other... fairly." He was ready to use his powers on Ambrose if necessary. Doubtless someone in a high standing in business such as him had a few scrapes somewhere.
Richardson, trembling as he did it, moved towards the office and opened the door. "Well then Mr Jaager, shall we go in?" He asked, regaining a little bit more composure. Linely entered through into the office, and took a seat on a comfortable, black leather, chair.
Jaager looked rather embarrassed. Was he not used to seeing people in a Church? Linely tried very hard not not to look too amused at this but couldn't help a cheeky smirk at the situation. Still, all eyes were on him, and even someone as skeptical of Jaager as Linely was could recognise the aura of menace that he projected. The embarrassment quickly turned to authority and self-confidence, this man was clearly someone who thought the world revolved around him.
>>"Carry on...I'm just here to have a word with Pastor Richardson if that's alright"
Richardson had gone pale ...he was trembling a bit in honesty. Linely had never seen him so scared in his life. He regained composure enough to produce the words "Very well Mr Jaager" then he looked at Linely "Joseph, you might want to be part of this discussion. Everyone else, I believe you were having coffee?"
The gossip started up again, a wave of sound crashed on to the scene. With new questions. What could Mr. Jaager want with Pastor Richardson? Why did Mark pull Joseph into their conversation? He's a policeman right? I hope that Mark's not in trouble.
Joseph was concerned, he walked to his pastor as quickly as he could, meeting him quickly in the centre of the church hall. Richardson was always someone that you could talk to about anything, and when he helped people with confession he was always very understanding. He could sense guilt... always a useful skill in the hands of a priest, or a policeman, or a criminal. Joseph hoped Mark hadn't got himself into trouble, the last thing he wanted to do was arrest his own minister.
"We wait for Mr Jaager, Joseph... I feel safer with you nearby me, your police duties may be required here. Mr Jaager, would you like some cake? Coffee perhaps?" Mark smiled at Ambrose, giving a look to his wife that was ridiculously passive aggressive.
Phoebe quickly offered the tray of coffee (some mugs had already been taken by passing congregation members) quickly followed by their 13 year old son, Joshua, who carried the plate holding half a chocolate cake.
"It is really good Mr Jaager, I can vouch for it" Linely spoke in a friendly manner as he took a piece himself, relishing the chance to partake in good baking. He took a coffee for himself as well... goodness he was going to need it. Part of him wished that they could break open another bottle of the communion wine. From the look of the pastor, whose coffee cup was trembling in his hand, he was thinking the same thing.
"I can probably hit him with another blast of my mutation to make sure he stays down-couldn't hurt" Linely said, looking at the almost pitiful user now barely conscious on the floor. However this act wouldn't work so easily this time round, Linely found the nastiest pain he could possibly force upon the man and seized it with all his might , wrenching it to the present day. ((Category 16 pain attack-echo allowance used 17/20))
The wave of pain that pulsed through Linely's body was bad enough, he crouched down on the ground, winded from the echo of the man's pain. His body felt like it was on fire in every part. A normal human would have been knocked out by such a sensation, but Linely pulled through it. Rising from the floor with a pained expression.
The man looked like he was fitting. He screamed hideously, writihing on the ground like a man hit by a taser. Eventually he stopped screaming...stopped moving...dear God Linely hoped he was still breathing. He ran over to the man and checked his pulse. Weak..but it was there. "I think he's out for now!" Linely called to the X-Man.
"No problem James" Linely said , trying to sound as kind as possible. The Doctors probably thought that he'd been roughed up by polic. Explaining to them that he was in fact a witness to his own assault was not easy given the prejudice and James' less than apt social skills due to his mutation.
Still he was looking better than he was, mostly stitched up and far less blood. At least he was able to talk and give a witness statement , but he wouldn't do that now. The man had been through enough already.
"We will be contacting you soon about the assualt, and we are prepared to pay about half your medical bill to help with the costs" It wasn't that much anyway. "Now I'll take you home when you're ready"
((OOC , this happens a few days after "The Wretched Refuse of your Teaming Shore"))
Sunday morning, and the Church was in full swing. NYC Trinity-Calvin Church was handing out its coffee to the new comers. Phoebe, Pastor Richardson's wife, was busy offering her famous chocolate cake around to eager members of the congregation. It had been a good sermon (Isiah and Corinthians), with traditional hymns. The smell of coffee granules was filling the air from the service desk, the students were gossiping with one another, mutant and non-mutant alike. "All of us are created with God's image in mind. He grants you gifts that you can use to His glory or to your damnable Sin." Pastor Richardson had once said, even when it was ...less popular to say so. The visible mutations of certain individuals were plain to see-scaly skin here, oddly colored eyes there. Cathy and Jordan had gotten married didn't you know? And Graham had been told by Mary that if he didn't stop drinking she would have to arrange an intervention. Politics was also on people's minds. Trump and his latest stupid announcement, Clinton and her latest stupid announcement... 3rd party candidates and their strange opinions got more of a mention than usual.
Of course what was on the lips of many people here was simple: Utopia. Did you see the speech by Mr Jaager? They said. Did you hear him? I think he makes some good points. Is it really possible do you think? What kind of place would that be like do you think? I think he's just another Trump to be honest. They said all of these opinions. While some had sympathies the general consensus was this:
The crazed yet compelling speech of a man calling for a land of mutants only, a dream that deserved to die a death. Something that no-one could possibly have believed in, he was building walls that the non-mutants WOULD pay for. But the communities would stick together, surely people weren't so reactionary to a hate crime in a different state that had been severely punished? Surely they wouldn't define themselves by their mutation? People were better than that...
Or so Linely had thought. Mr Jaager's speech had captured the hearts of a generation. He was building his "Utopia" pipe dream easily from the dissatisfaction of youth. Linely was young, but he'd seen enough politicians to know that they were all in it for themselves. Even in this place there were a couple of students who wanted to be the first to sign up. Mutants were getting more aggressive towards police, more than a few police officers had been unexpectedly attacked. He honestly wanted to give Jaager a piece of his mind.
An odd thing had happened today though... a really odd thing. Something that put the congregation into a dead hush. For the man who everyone was talking about had walked through the doors of their humble Church.
So in terms of a physical description- Caucasian, Crew cut -brown hair with blue eyes, aged around the late 20s. Athletic, but quite slender in build if that makes sense, and in terms of height (though I doubt that will be on a signature) average for a man of his nationality (5"10) In terms of color scheme, something involving the police would probably make sense? As he is a PD (though he would be plainclothes most of the time). An Avi to match would be nice as well.
