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?
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Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Mar 15, 2017 10:17:19 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
55
3
Jul 16, 2020 5:50:04 GMT -6
So, Elliott had a girlfriend. That was fair enough, he seemed like the type to have one. He was interesting and rather charming. So, it was just two co-workers meeting up for coffee and the like. That was fine too, she didn't know too many people at the office still, so it was nice to meet someone who knew what he was doing at least. She wasn't about to get in the way of anyone's relationship. She simply wasn't that type of girl.
"A shame about the money, can't thugs these days be bothered to earn a decent living?" She quipped."Still, you should take her out for a nice meal, even if it ain't on this guy's pay roll" . Meanwhile they needed to get out of the alley. The last thing she wanted to be was out alone in the cold and dark. " Agreed. Is there a taxi firm nearby?" It was probably best to get back home now.
She'd enjoyed tonight. She'd made a great friend in a co-worker, and it was nice to have someone that she knew at work. Big corporations like JW were always daunting for new employees like Rebecca, hopefully it would get better though, as people got to know her better. Maybe even as they realised her utility in security? Time would tell she supposed.
Rebecca had heard of Sanctuary, from what she was told it was a safe place for otherwise undesirables to go. Once they lost the METAs she could then ditch the two mutants and get back to her life. Until then it was better to stick together, even if she was only with one competent mutant. As Glitch seemed overly impressed with her skills...Not all mutants were damsels in distress that needed to be saved.
As the four new METAs advanced on them and commanded them to halt, Rebecca was about to make her move to attack. Then came the lightening. Devon seemed not to be in control of just wind, it seemed but weather control. Two robots were clearly badly damaged from the attack, and two had successfully lept out of the way.
"I would second Glitchs' point about water" The last thing she needed was that to happen again. "Though another lightening bolt would make things easier". Glitch needed to stay out of the way, she clearly didn't know the first thing about what to do. Doubtless there would be more METAs on the way if they stayed too long. Speed was of the essence.
"I suggest the quicker we get out of here, the better." Rebecca stated flatly to both of her fellow mutants. Which in short meant that taking her sand form probably wouldn't do much for them. Still, it was better not to be shot. She began to take her form again, hovering close to Glitch this time.
Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Mar 13, 2017 15:25:54 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
55
3
Jul 16, 2020 5:50:04 GMT -6
Rebecca marveled at Elliott's knowledge of fabrics, though it did seem odd, the way that Elliott was talking about it. It was possible that he had worked in fabric acquisitions in JW, but she couldn't remember a department of that type being talked about very often. Clearly the alien-mutant had far more of an interesting past than even first met the eye. She would be able to find out more, when they met up again.
"I do wonder how some random thug got a nice coat like this" She was no expert on criminal gangs, but she was guessing that this wasn't some random guy anymore. All of a sudden, not killing them was probably the best idea she'd had for some time. Headlines avoided, and the only thing that the guy had hurt was his dignity, and any consequences from being out in the cold.
Rebecca laughed at Elliott's quip at HR Marvin at least had the decency to cover himself up when privacy was required, though that wasn't very often in Rebecca's wing of JW, thankfully. Rebecca told him her phone number and programmed his into her own phone. That would be useful in later dates. At the very least, she had made a good friend.
"Too right" she responded to Elliott's offer of a ride with the thug's money. "I'm sure there's enough money for you to buy your significant other something as well". This was slightly unsubtle, but she preferred to know what she was doing in seeing Elliot again. Either way, a swift exit from this place before they came to was probably a good idea.
Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Mar 10, 2017 14:42:37 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
55
3
Jul 16, 2020 5:50:04 GMT -6
Juiliette and Jorge began discussing which soaps they enjoyed. Great, she was in a lift with two fans of Mutants, Martin and Me. "Don't worry I won't judge you...much, I've met people with worse tastes." She joked. Like people who enjoyed Birdemic 2 unironically, now that was a story to tell from university for sure, and 2 hours of her life that she would never get back. "Do you remember the one where Martin accidentally causes Carley's ice cream to continuously change flavor?" That was one of the better episodes, no mutant she'd met could actually transform dairy that specifically, but in this day and age, you never could tell if it was graphics or mutations.
The elevator creaked to a hault as it reached the ground floor. The doors opened with a beep. Good, she wasn't getting stuck in here, that would probably do neither of the three of them any good at all. Not that if she did get stuck she would need to stick around, given her abilities and the air vent in the lift.
The light in the hospital windows was starting to shine more brightly now, soon she would be able to either go home or attend visiting hours, the nurse would point her in the right direction. Work was going to start in a couple of hours, so home was probably a better option "sorting out getting a friend to hospital" was probably a legitimate enough excuse though.
The sight of Elliott smiling made Rebecca smile back. She didn't get compliments often, especially not from guys. Then again, she hadn't really got compliments from guys about her mutation. It had been a don't ask , don't tell affair. Most people didn't care that she was a mutant , and the handful that did care (of the handful she told) thought it was pretty cool. Even if they had joked about throwing her in the campus lake at the University of York.
"You know about fabrics?" She said rather impressed. Smiling again at Elliott's show of knowledge. "Italian is what the label said. Do you think it's real?" Italian wool was faked a lot, so if she had a real one...that would be something for the books. An ability to look stylish and all it took was the beating up of a couple of fools. She was pleased with that.
"Yeah it was fun" she responded, quietly. "I enjoyed both parts of it." A somewhat wicked smile came upon her face at the macabre humor from Elliott. Now he was offering her his number. Forward, but very reasonable. He was after all, at least in part, a work colleague. Maybe even something more... But not yet, she would have to get to know him a bit better.
"Sure" she said, taking a phone out of her purse. It wasn't exactly one with all the bells and whistles, but it was at least a smart phone. Regular phones were to difficult to use in the age of modern tech, particularly in a place like JW. "and I'd hope we wouldn't just talk about work" she smiled again, this time kindly. "She has eyes in the back of her head, not like Marvin in HR, but you know what I mean."
Juiliette's remark about all having horror stories of their own was true, Rebecca supposed, but it wasn't exactly comforting. "There are some mutations that are easier than others. All depends on visibility and what happens if you lose control I suppose." All three of them were relatively lucky in some regard, they weren't obviously different, at least compared to some.
At least Jorge gave some comfort. "That is true. Every day it gets better." That wasn't entirely true, the truth of it was that she had more strength to deal with her powers, that she was capable of using her powers for her own good. That was the truth of it. At least he seemed willing to listen. That was more than what most would do...
So they were going to the ground floor? That would make things simple when she was inevitably asked to exit the building as fast as possible. But at least "Days of our Lives" wasn't coming on for a while. Rebecca laughed at Jorge's little quip. "I like some soaps, find a few of them to be a bit silly." Particularly "Mutants, Martin and Me" was a terribly cheesy one.
She carefully entered the elevator somewhat carefully and waited for the other two to follow her in. It was probably best that she kept an eye on Jorge, as nice a guy as he was, just in case he lost control of his powers and doused her in water.
Rebecca watched as Elliott gave the finishing move and launched his thug into the trash can, ringing with the beautiful sound of getting the mutant acceptance message through a man's skull, literally. He was an impressive guy, that was for sure, and was even able to pull his punches a little. She wondered what she thought of her skills...
She carefully took her thug's overcoat off in reaction to seeing the alien snatch the flasher coat off his thug. It was a nice black one, woolen even, warm...was it designer? She checked the label. It read "Italian wool". Score! She would have squealed at her luck, had she not remembered that she was with polite company. It wasn't even that dirty! Great stuff.
"Thanks for warming it up for me" she joked to the unconscious man on the floor. It seemed Elliott didn't have as much to celebrate from the coat as he took the wallet from his one. Hers didn't have a wallet. Well, it was probably a good thing for the thugs to pay their own taxi fare home.
Rebecca went red at Elliott's response to him, nearly staring at the floor. "I've had a lot of practice with it. You did pretty good too with jumping the guys.... Awful nice of you to give me the nicer coat as well..."
She went quiet for a while, not sure what else to say, letting the alien take the lead. Now was the time to get self-conscious. She let the pause overtake her, trying to think of what to say... hopefully he was able to say something and move things along, otherwise the conversation would turn into awkward laughter and she wasn't able to cope with that. That would be bad.
Juiliette agreed to Rebecca's half begging with a quiet affirmative. The nurse had a heart then, Rebecca could only look at her gratefully as the nurse followed Jorge out, her shoes squeaking on the floor. At least it was obvious that the hospital kept the place clean and tidy for this part of the ward.
Rebecca followed up behind Jules with a quick step, with Jorge walking casually in front of them. He was remarkably chilled for the position he'd been put in, considering the number of interruptions he'd had to his routine today. Rebecca was impressed.
Then the nurse started talking about why Jorge was here. It sounded like he'd had a pretty traumatic experience. Rebecca was fortunate never to have been shot, her sand form helped with that a lot. Bullets did get fired after all, when she made those men pay...Rebecca knew what it was like not to have control over her form. It was horrible. Having your psyche spread out in a million pieces and being in pain? It was not an experience she cared to repeat.
"I remember when I was 12, some kids at school thought it would be funny to push me into a river. I wasn't the best swimmer." That was putting it lightly "I tried to shift, but I couldn't. I would have drowned..." Unless Bethany hadn't flown in and saved her. "except I got saved. The kids were very apologetic, they got grounded by their parents for months. I had nightmares for weeks" and she remembered the nights when Bethany and Matthew had come in to comfort her, or got her parents in...
Rebecca laughed at Jorge's party trick. "I got my "grove" back after that, took me a while before being confident enough to go back into my form after that." Except when she was sleeping, then it was near subconscious. She had been so tired that night, desperately trying to sleep... "Needless to say, I hope that doesn't happen again." She looked at Jorge , hopefully he wouldn't lose control of his powers this time around.
She of course, jumped when the elevator door sounded. That was what happened when you told people about life stories. It got a little deep, and a little dark.
Rebecca saw Elliott leap onto the dumpster, and heard him call down a witty joke, She would have smiled had it not been for the fact that she was in her sand form. Elliott had a great sense of humor. She liked that kind of thing in anyone, particularly a guy friend. All she could do was wait for the right time to strike.
In came the men, attempting to taunt out the two of them. They didn't sound particularly intelligent from where Rebecca was hovering. They had something against her and Elliott spending time with one another? Because they thought she was human? The thoughts about them she had were too ugly to mention.
Memory came back, Bethany...those photos...Rebecca was reconsidering her use of lethal force on these ones, but was brought back by Elliott's humor against them. Double negative. Ha! She heard the hard crunch of Elliott's attack, followed by a dull thud of the thug falling to the ground.
It was time for her to act, the other thug was armed with a baseball bat, that wouldn't help him. She rushed up to the man in her form, a strong wind blew him from behind. Suddenly he was surrounded by sand. "What the-" the man was cut off by Rebecca's sand form covering his mouth, he began flailing around pathetically with the baseball bat, trying desperately to stop what was happening. In a few seconds, he dropped it. He swooned and fell over backwards the sand still fully engulfing him.
Rebecca gradually reformed herself on top of the man, her hands placed firmly around his neck. Her body knelt on top of his chest. She was angry. She was so angry. She could just kill this one, she'd killed before! She turned her head towards where she assumed Elliott was. Death would spoil such a lovely evening. The man would live. This time. She got up off the unconscious man, satisfied with her achievement. It was now time for the important part of the night.
"Which of their overcoats do you like best?" She chirpily stated to the Alien. "I'm pretty sure my guy's hasn't been too badly damaged by the attack!" It was a bit of a shame that both had landed in the alleyway, whichever she took would probably need washing...
Rebecca was surprised at Glitch's strength as she shook her hand, she suspected that it would have been possible to go a lot tighter than the force that she just felt. The robotic mutant she suspected would have been able to take on the METAs if it hadn't been for her lack of fighting skill, or for the fact she was grovelling on the floor rather than bashing its head in.
The wind manipulating mutant, now introduced himself as Devon, and even paid Rebecca a complement. "Thanks, you did well too" she responded. Now it sounded like he wanted them to stick together. Well, that made sense for the time being, even though she had kinda wanted to be alone that day. The METAs would likely be searching for her though, so it would be difficult to have a fun time constantly being attacked by malfunctioning robots. "Probably a good idea Devon, the METAs will be searching for mutants matching our descriptions for a while now,"
Glitch was now making assumptions about Rebecca's experience. She began to stare at the oh so interesting ground "It was actually my first time actually fighting one. Never liked them, its too much of a reminder..." she trailed off, most mutants knew what it was a reminder of, and it didn't need to be said in polite company.
"Do you have a safe place in mind?" She asked Devon, hoping that the answer was yes, her flat could do at a pinch, but she really didn't want to open the door to METAs, it would probably mess up her carpet.
Eliot seemed like a nice guy, even if he did have somewhat of an eccentricity about him. Honestly, Rebecca found that endearing. Was she in love? Well possibly, but she'd only just met the man, and any real attempts to even contemplate that kind of thing were far from her radar. She didn't even know if he was single or not! The chances are he wasn't, she was terrible with timing. Just like back at University, where she finally changed her mind about that guy...and he was engaged. Moved on. Feelings there but now too late.
While Eliot was partly joking about the dead bodies, there was actually a good point to the whole thing. She let out a little, low pitched giggle. "I think beating them unconscious will be enough this time, I don't feel like getting into the headlines in the paper, even if it would be untraceable." Beating them senseless was punishment enough she felt, this time at least.
They had now reached the alleyway. There was a nicely placed dumpster to hide behind. She got even closer to him , those men probably had ideas about what they were going to do. Too bad for them they were too stupid to see they were being led into a trap. She pointed to the dumpster. "I'll take that spot, they'll follow us in. You take one, I'll take the other."
She then, with another giggle, made her way into the alleyway, and ran excitedly behind the dumpster. It was surprisingly dry here. Good. She quickly made her transformation into her sand form, lying on the ground for now remaining quiet, hoping Eliot would have followed her in.
So the nurse was a mutant as well, this was getting a little too surreal for Rebecca's liking. It wasn't quite the nightmare yet, though given how this day was going she was finding it difficult to be surprised. "I've gotten used to using my mutation for those purposes, it gives me pretty good mobility."
She looked up at Jorge's face, seeing the disappointment in his eyes, he seemed like a nice enough guy, and she was being rude. That said, if he was able to part oceans in his teenage years, it was obvious that he could fully immerse her. Rebecca couldn't help but shudder slightly at the thought.
Jorge announced that he was leaving, but seemed to be keen on having company. Well, this wasn't an opportunity to pass up on, and the nurse would be there if he lost control of his powers... being alone with a water mutant, even one as friendly as Jorge was, would be too much for her right now.
"I'd be happy to give you someone to talk to, if Juliette is also willing to come with?" She looked somewhat pleadingly at her, hopefully as a fellow mutant she would understand, after all, they'd all seen powerful mutants lose control. It was normally bad news for the mutant, bad news for anyone around them and bad news for the mutants family. Fatalities were common to start with, and Rebecca could only guess with horror at what Jorge was capable of.
She took a few tentative steps towards the door, guessing that if Juliette wasn't going to come, she would be asked to leave the hospital. She'd already broken enough rules for one day, and she really didn't want to overstay her welcome. She would visit Catherine again when the hospital was open. Her parents would need to come too.
Posted by Rebecca Smythe on Feb 13, 2017 16:55:16 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
55
3
Jul 16, 2020 5:50:04 GMT -6
So this guy thought he was an alien? Well who was she to judge his beliefs? Could be that he was right, for all intents and purposes though he was mutant, at least for what most human supremacists would think. "That's cool, still, you're welcome with all the mutants, as you are at least...different genetically to everyone else, so it works." But to more important stuff, he wanted to know what she could do.
"I'm trained in Krav Maga, and I am a shifter, but to go through the specifics would take too much time, basically, I could take both of them on my own, but it's nicer to do these kind of things with someone" She smiled at Eliot at that last remark. No blushing required, this was going to be fun.
"I want one of their overcoats, just to say. I think it'll be warmer with one, and I need a new one anyway." Souvenirs from her attackers were always fun, she had appreciated the kitchen knife, now used for her vegetables. She was getting pretty excited at the prospect. But there was one thing she needed to ask. "One thing, how lethal do you wanna be?"
She laughed again at his comment. "Well, some people find mice and owls really funny I guess." She joked. It had been a running gag at university after all. The key thing however was telling which was which. Most guys couldn't tell the difference.
It seemed that her response to Utopia was somewhat uncomfortable hearing for Elliot it seemed. The short sentences, the hunched over shoulders, the hands in pockets. "Are you OK?" she said, placing a hand on his forearm, in an attempt at comforting him. Had she said something wrong? Way to go Rebecca, making a friend and then saying that, this is why you don't discuss politics, she thought to herself.
Clearly asking about how to handle the guys cheered him up slightly, as Elliot smiled at her whispers. An alleyway? That would fit very nicely. " Sounds like a good plan, I can show you a few of the things I can do there..." she raised her voice slightly with that comment.
The alleyway was coming up on their right, hopefully Elliot would let her have some of the fun. The kills she could make when she was feeling creative were often a sight to see for mutants that hadn't seen them before.
Rebecca watched as the annoyed angel left the building, gloriously beating her wings behind her as she flew off, leaving the cloak next to the other cloak, which was now setting itself alight. The flames were only going to get worse. It was not the time to stick around. She didn't know what it was like for her sand form when it got too hot, but she was not inclined to find out.
The windows were destroyed anyway, so leaving through there as Valkyrie did was probably the best course of action. She didn't need to worry about falling. She flew out of the window, then let herself fall down to the ground below. It would take far too much energy to continuously hover mid-air, at least, that high up, but here was just fine.
With "Valkyrie" nowhere to be seen , Rebecca placed distance between herself and the building, before taking her human form and watching the place gradually burn down. It was beautiful in its own right, though now it would be structurally unsafe for anyone. The cops would probably write it off as kids playing with candles too much.
Regretting nothing, Rebecca smiled as she turned away from the building, the smoke now issuing to the night sky. She didn't stay for the police and fire engines to arrive, it was time to go home and relax. Jaager Worldwide would want her for another day of work tomorrow. <end>
