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
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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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Fit right in was a little bit of a stretch, but she loved the praise, especially from Raine. "Why thank you, nice to know I look the part, but I have a feeling I'll be the second prettiest girl there, with you on my arm."
Grinning at the innuendo, she couldn't say that if they'd not been team mates, she wouldn't have hit on Raine if they met in a club. "You're welcome here anytime, if you brew me coffee like this. God you could move in and set up shop and I wouldn't notice over the caffeine."
Rather than interrupt Cait just listened to the story intently, noting that for a teacher, that lecturer was an ass. If so many students were worried about losing time, you'd think as the supposedly responsible adult you would at least reassure them and report the concerns up the chain. Instead he'd just brushed them off. At least her friend had been there to take it in and want to know what the hell was going on. Total proof that she belonged on the team too.
"You're right to want to look into this, it sounds really bad from everything you've told me. How could your lecturer not be more concerned for you? Sounds like a grade A jerk to me. Lucky they had their guardian angel listening in though." It was so cool that Raine was able to help people even while she was learning at college, she was so amazing.
"I agree with you, we need to find out whats doing this and why. People could be getting hurt, or worse." It was scary to think so many people were affected and no one was doing anything.
"You found this, it's your mission. How do you want to play this thing when we get there? And of course I don't think it needs to be said but if this goes wrong, Nothing happened and no one tells Becca."
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Action exploded as soon as he'd finished, dodging a punch and moving back, he quickly confirmed the couple was running. Good, he had room to play with.
Derek had two of them busy for now, but this couldn't go on long, he'd already taken a hit and was down. If he didn't get up soon he'd be in trouble. Slamming more energy into the caestus he quickly swapped it into a mace and brought it round quickly into the hand one of the thugs had launched at him. The crunch was sickeningly loud. Moran like this just never learned did they. They'd watched him break a guys jaw in one punch and they went in for seconds? Eejits.
Kicking that one away and blocking the knife with a quick parry, he had to give the guy props. He saw a man, with a glowing wire mesh of a mace and went for a sneak attack. It was almost cute had out classed he was. "Really mate, you really want to go for me with a knife?"
Apparently he did, and his friend was getting up again. F--- this, he was done messing around. Shifting the weapon again into a what was essentially a solid steel bar, he flicked the knife out his hand, brought it back quickly in a stunning hit to his head before going for the coup de grace. A low, powerful swing broke both the his shins in one. The first one he'd dealt with just bolted at this point. At least one functional brain cell then.
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Rather than catch the book he just let it bounce off him with an amused look. Good, the officer was a damn human and was treating him like one, rather than a suspect or number. She was treating him like the a--- he was acting. "Nice to see some backbone lass, at least you stick to your guns, can't hate you for that." The badge though, that he despised.
Also nice that she wasn't going to try and get him on a petty charge when he'd stopped a mugging. The media would have a field day over that.
"Good, names Artair Hawke." Always nice to have a name instead the armed suspect note pinned to him. Giving his phone number and email address, "That sufficient for contact purposes or is there anything else you need? Maybe my mothers maiden name?"
"Lets see, maybe not aimed a gun at a non moving man who made no threatening motions or statements at all. You're entire policing force goes in half cocked and ready to shoot, that's f----- up. That's not deescalation it only ever aggravates peoples tempers and emotions. Christ why the hell do you think for a 1st world country America has a serious problem when it comes to the police killing citizens, larger than the averages for any European country. And don't try to just blame your gun culture, there's plenty of countries in Europe where people have ready access to firearms."
"You want to know the worst of it all, you get pissed at me for being angry, but you didn't having a f------ gun pointed at your chest by a person who was more than willing to shoot you dead because you didn't do exactly what they said. That's not policing or protecting, that's intimidation at it's finest."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 23, 2017 9:25:51 GMT -6
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As she started to answer his question, he hadn't really expected such a response. Her life had been hard, by any standards but the fact she kept turning each bit of her own pain to something positive was amazing and frankly a little humbling. Sure his early life had been difficult, really difficult, but he'd never been in a situation like Xavia's, being so at someone else's mercy or watching the people you love suffer and die while you felt so helpless. Christ the fact she was even functional let alone as bright and active as she was impressed him. Resting his hand over hers, he looked her in the eyes with all the sympathy he had. "That's incredible, and thanks for sharing something so personal, I know it's not easy telling people about your past pains."
He was glad he could bring a little bit of happiness into her life, even if they went no further than this he had that to hold tight. "I can see why they wanted you as a teacher though, not everything you can learn you get through a formal education, in fact the best lessons I ever learnt were from the kind words of a nurse or friend more than a teacher." He respected doctors, how could he not after how awesome they'd been with him, but he loved nurses. They were the heroes in every hospital.
Barely looking up as their drinks arrived, he just sat there with Xavia, gently letting her know he was there, with her. Artair didn't know why he didn't feel awkward in her company, or by the way he was acting, it just felt natural. Although that fact just confused him even more, he could sort that out later, now they were just here for a nice meal together.
Cait payed very close attention as Rianne explained the whole process, it was so cool she was so experienced with this stuff, it was like she had her own personal trainer. Who was also her friend. And sang with her. So all in all awesome, even if this was going to hurt like hell tomorrow.
Making sure she remembered all of the advice, she watched as Rianne just killed it as she started. Those dumbbells were 80 pounds. Each! That was so insane, officer barbie was, not so casually, lifting more than Cait weighed. No wonder she looked so damn good she was stronger than most guys she knew! Probably stronger than most of the X's to be honest, even with their powers. Except maybe Geo. He, well he cheated.
Giving her friend encouragement as she got towards the end, she was kind of looking forward to her turn, weirdly. I looked hard, but god she could only imagine the rush you got once you finished a set. "Wow, that was amazing! Hope I can live up to that someday!" Taking the offered weights she moved onto the bench and copied the movements she'd watched before, bringing the weights up as she laid back. God they were already heavy, this was not going to be easy, but that wasn't stopping her. Moving slowly just as she was told, she started her reps. By thirty seconds she was sweating buckets, at forty-five her arms burned.
She just hit a minute when she just couldn't lift her arms up, they were like lead. Letting out an explosive breath and sitting back up, she looked up at Rianne. "That, was intense." Slowly standing and putting the weights back, the sudden lack of them made her arms feel like they were floating. "I can see why you do it though, now that I've done a set, I feel kind of amazing. How many more do we do?"
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Moving to sit next to her as she finally started crying, he draped an arm around her shoulder and just let her know she wasn't alone right now. Hopefully that would make it through the pain and fear, but he wasn't really sure now what how to go forward. Letting out the fear was a good first step but this was where he was stuck himself, how could he really explain to someone else what they should do, the questions they should ask? So instead he just sat with her and made sure she was okay, that this wasn't a bad thing to be doing.
"It's okay to be scared Kendra, to be frightened of yourself or the world or anything. We all are, in one way or another and we all have to deal with it somehow. If that means you need a helping hand to get through it, that's not a sign of weakness of lack of character. All it really shows is you can't do something on your own." He kept whisper to her gently, keeping his voice low and his accent even softer and more like water, the Gaelic sounds making it musical.
While he comforted her he couldn't help but feel guilty, guilty about hurting her more than she was doing to herself, guilty for forcing her to confront the problems and guilty for not stopping her going into that place in the first place, but most of it was tinged with the feeling that he'd done the right thing, no matter how badly it made her, or him, feel. He just hoped by the end of it she could forgive him for it all, or at least understand why he'd done it. Frankly in her position he not want to see the person who most reminded him of the accident again.
"You're going to be fine lass, in the end. I know right now it feels awful, but you've got people around you who care and who want to help. The mansion has great counseling opportunities and the teachers here all understand and genuinely care. There's all that, and when you feel better and just want to cut loose, have some fun and get drunk, you can always count on a certain Scot." That was his own brand of mental healing, get wasted and just enjoy yourself for a night. It was always hard to care about your problems when you have the mother of all hangovers.
Ignoring the sounds coming from outside and the occasional curious kid poking their head in head in them, he just sat there afterwords, giving her a chance to calm down and register what he was saying. The rest was up to her after all, he'd done everything he could conceive of.
But he was hopeful. She was through the worst, she'd survived and sure she'd been hurt deeply and the scars, physical and mental would take a long time to fade, they would. Maybe she was saved from turning out like him, that's all he really wanted. Artair was already broken, and no amount of help would fix him, but she could be helped.
While Raine got the pure bliss brewing, she stripped out of her pj's and went about getting ready. Ging for mostly black, she got her lucky push up bra and underwear, before adding a form fitting black tank top over them. So yes, she was still insecure enough to use a push up bra but she'd take every advantage she could take in that regard.
Goings for a pair of very tight dark blue jeans, this outfit was made to show off her real curves, get those legs on display while being completely covered. Drove people mad in her experience. Finishing it off with some lovely pair of black boots that went part way her leg, but didn't have huge heels so if push came to shove, she could move quick in them. Yeah this would do just right. "Hmm? Oh you are an angel Raine," fluffing her hair one last time and letting it free. She just needed make up now. "Turn around dear and see for yourself."
Posing a little for her friend, she decided to do coffee first, then lipstick and the like. Red lippy was a nightmare to clean off cups. "Raine, if you made coffee like this for me every morning I would marry you." breathing in the smell, this little pick me up would see her through the night. Most of tomorrow as well from the looks of it.
"So, how long this missing time being going on? And what keyed you into it?" Seemed a weird thing to come across, but then again she was a college girl so maybe it was something she'd heard on campus.
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Nodding, he was trying to get his temper under control and failing miserably. "Right, cover my back and try to keep defensive. Only strike when you know you can get a safe hit. That and when they're focused on me go for weak spots." Eyeing them up, there was only five of them. Pretty easy for them both to deal with. "If they start something don't jump when the staff appears. Take it and smack one them hard."
Give Derek one last reassuring look, he marched up, masking his current concerns by letting the anger show. It certainly gave him a pretty menacing look. "What the hell's going on here then!" he shouted planting himself firmly between the group and their targets, a young couple both of them with small visible mutations. "We got a problem with mutants here then lads?" A couple of them were pretty shocked by the sudden and fiery appearance of Artair, the rest just looked like they had more prey. Big mistake.
"Yeah we got a problem, these freaks think its OK for them to act like normal people, throwing their unatural looks in our faces." Lord save him from bigots, they all thought the same. "We thought we'd teach them where they belong, so f--- off unless you want a taste of the same."
Yep, his anger just let loose at that,, but it burned cold, focusing his mind. "You want a fight, because I am not in a good f------ mood and I promise you, I will not play nice." The rest had rallied behind their leader and just looked at him like he was crazy. Bad news for them, he was right now.
Slamming a caestus on his fist, he brought his hand round and smacked the leader straight across the jaw, the bone loudly cracking. Then, just as his head bounced off the floor, he got another punch to the temple, just hard enough to knock him out. It'd been so quick, so brutal the group just stared at it.
Dropping a staff infront of Derek, "OK, who the f---'s next."
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"That sounds pretty good, and its hard to argue with french pastries. I think I'll go for the french onion soup for start, never had it before and today's seems like a good time to try new things." He was still pondering his main when the sommelier came for their drinks order and he nearly kicked himself for forgetting she was pregnant. Of course she wouldn't want wine. That was fine though, while french food went hand in hand with lovely wines, it wasn't the best part and honestly, he wasn't feeling up to drinks tonight. "I'll just have sparkling water please, with lemon as well."
Grinning back, he'd been thinking on it and frankly he wanted that ratatouille. "Oh I wouldn't do that, I think. But I've talked it up to you and now all I can think of getting is one myself as well. Seems like a night for something stewed to me." It was one of his all time favourites from his visits as a kid and he was glad he could share it with Xavia. Getting people trying foods they haven't had a chance too was a pretty good feeling after all.
Was that their orders sorted, already? That was quick, usually when he went out there was always that one person uming and ahing over their order for like twenty minutes. "Well then, now that orders are sorted I have got a question for you if you don't mind of course." Assuming she was fine he continued, "How did you come to work as a teacher up at Xaviers? And what kind of things do you teach? It's always something I find fascinating." He had massive respect for teachers, they had a hard and often thankless job and it was vital for people to do it.
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Like water? That was so cool! She could just imagine the flowing feeling over her skin, embracing you in its protective field. More questions just kept bubbling up but the Aura's next one broke through the excitement. "I had a pair of steel knives made, designed for my hands and with a slightly bigger pommel. Makes it could for quick knock outs." They looked like some weird mix between modern combat knives and older medieval ones. Very good when she didn't want to hurt someone.
Eyes widening and for once feeling something like anger, how could they do that to people! It was monstrous. "I'm so sorry they did that to you, but we will stop them. We will save others like you from that fate." Cait didn't like hurting people, but she was learning some deserved it. Holding out her arms slightly towards the other woman, she invited her in for a hug. Sounded like she needed one right now.
Grinning, "We'll just see what we can do about that then. This is going to be so fun!" there were so many pretty names to suit Aura, they just needed the right one.
"Hard to not feel it sometimes, but most my fighting's been agaisnt people. Kind of hard to really cut lose when you don't like hurting them." Going up agaisnt robots sounded like something she wanted to try. Just lose herself in the combat and really test the limits of her power.
"Ooo that's easy, anything musical and I'm there. Dancing, singing or playing I love it all! Oh and going out shopping with friends, just being able to spend a morning hanging out and enjoying the outside." She loved so many things it was hard to just name a few. "And movies, old horror ones with all the cheesy effects and monsters."
"Food there will be! First things first you need to try a proper New York Pizza, fresh and dripping in oil. We're going to have so much fun! And of course I think we should train together, we'll be so unstoppable when we're in the field." She could just imagine them in tandem, covering the others weaknesses.
Cait had a sudden and very good thought. They had the best stress relief method available right in the base. A fluffy ball of pure cute. "We have a cat if you want to see her, she's so adorable."
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This woman was dangerous and Cait just had to know more. It's like she dancing to music she couldn't hear or even fathom but it just kept pulling her deeper down the rabbit hole. Giving her a more sultry look than previously, "I'm sure we could, and it would be great. Trust me." Cait got the feeling she would have a lot of new experiences with this woman.
Okay that wasn't even fair, she had two hands free and was using them to go effect to mess with her. Fine two could play this game. Downing her drink and now with a free arm, she ran the back of her hand down the outstretched arm. "Now that was the cheesiest one all night dear." she had an almost disappointed look on her face, milking this opportunity.
Which didn't last long. Damnit! Couldn't she just let her have one? Whisper back, "You know just how to make a girl feel special then, Alice." Squeezing the hand back, she glanced up long enough to see Pat giving her a thumbs up before miming the number ten.
Like she said, for a gay guy he had very good taste in women,
"You wanted to see more tone, well then we're dancing," hoping off her bar stool she gently pulled Alice onto the dance floor, getting very close to the beautiful blonde as they moved together. This was her element now. No one knew music like she did.
Pins it was, always easier for him, he was used to using less 'honourable' looking fighting methods. HEMA could look brutal from the outside, but then again it's based on historical techniques which people used to, well, kill people. That kind of changed how it was used after all, even if it was a sport now. Made it damn useful though, to him at least.
"Sounds good, so far that's the weakest bit of my kit. Usually I just try to knock them out, or break legs at the moment. Little messy for my liking though." He'd prefer not to cripple friends in the event one of them freaked out or got taken control of. Made friendships a little tense after all. Sending a 'I'm Sorry I Broke Your Kneecaps' card just didn't quite undo the breaking of.....kneecaps. Shaking away the odd thoughts and also bowing to Devon, he moved back a couple of steps and followed all of his opponents moves.
Chances are, Devon would beat him, he had more training from the ease of his movements and stances, but Artair wouldn't make it easy. the guy might have a couple inches on him, but the Scot had the wider build, chances are they weighed about the same. This would pretty much come down to skill. Taking a low stance common with wrestling, his right foot forward. It was a pretty balanced form, weight resting evenly across the body and the arms up with the hands loose. It'd hurt like he'll when he got punched, but he could easily grab an arm or leg.
Looks like the guy was waiting for him to take the first move, that could be bad. He didn't know how Devon fought, so he had no clue on what to expect. He had a plan, but it had to look convincing. Charging forward and keeping low, he made it look like he was going for the legs, but he'd surge up at the last second to tackle the midriff.
Opening gambits were always risky, why not go for one that was just that bit riskier.
It was just meant to be a routine sweep of the area for a known mutant extremist, followed by information gather if they found him. Of course, the plan had failed very quickly when the warehouse full of thugs attacked her and her partner, forcing them to bolt and split up. Now she was getting chase by eight freaking guys, with at least two of them being mutants, into what she was pretty sure was a dead end alley.
Days like today just sucked. Cait's uniform was hot in the summer with all the exertion, she could feel the dye in her hair killing her lovely locks and she was pretty sure she was going to finish the day with way more bruises than was ideal.
There was no way she was getting out with hurting them, not with so many of them and her being on her own. God she really didn't like hurt people, especially with her power but it looked like she didn't have a choice.
Playing one of her tunes in her head, the knives started to pop out of the air, spinning around her in a musical pattern until five of them were buzzing around her looking very threatening but frankly, their range was pretty limited.
"I don't suppose you boys will go for a nice one on one, winner takes all kind of deal?" Well, at least she got a few laughs out of them. That was worth something, right?
Grinning at her embarrassment, "Don't worry Raine, you apparently have timed this for the perfect day. Just, you know, use the front door next time. It's hard enough kicking someone out of bed, a magical girl who flew in the window tends to raise even more questions." With most of her friends she was pretty open about sexual stuff, there wasn't any reason it should be any different with Raine should it? From the sounds of it she had plenty of experience herself so there shouldn't be a problem.
At the mention of party she was already considering her clothes. Her friend already had the right mix between flirty and innocent in her look, maybe she should go down the somewhat, less innocent routes. She might not have the same 'assets' the boss or Combatant had, but she knew how to make herself look damn good,
"There is no way I'm letting you go in there alone, we work as a team remember. That and I haven't been to a college party in a while, should be fun being there knowing I'm sexy, rather than just thinking it." With age had come confidence and damn did that do wonders for her.
"Just brew some coffee while I get change will you? Could do with a pick me up." She was already pretty sure what she was going to wear by now, she just needed to find it.
Quickly retrieving the various pieces of clothing before she put them on, she still needed something to tie it together. Did she still have that red lipstick left?
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Well, she may be a mutant but that didn't change anything. The NYPD itself had a pretty p--- poor record in dealing with mutants, not to mention the government itself. How the hell they thought they could still use the META's after all the problems was beyond him.
Watching her working and idly stretching his muscles to keep his circulation going, he had to wonder got so under his skin. It wasn't her fault the police were a s--- organisation but she didn't help matters by pulling a weapon on him. Artair wasn't a big fan of people who did that. Did make him reevaluate the cops back home, if this was what America thought deescalation was. At least back home they only aim weapons at someone who is clearly a threat, not the victim of a crime.
The officer was pretty quick at taking statements and evidence and he was glad so many people people seemed to be defending him.
Watching her approach silently, taking in what she said, "Doesn't change the fact you used them in the first place, on the victim of the crime I might add. And nothing more gets said until they're off." There were principles to adhere to here after all.
Once they came off, he fully extended his arms and stretch out the little kinks that had formed, before bring his wrists up to check them, somewhat obvious about the whole process. "Now that the innocent party isn't cuffed, what contact details do you need? And am I legally required to give my ID, over just identifying myself? Unless I'm actually called up as a witness I don't need to prove who I am do I?"
He wasn't being as nasty as before, but he wouldn't make this process easy for the detective.