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 Artair Hawke on Jun 21, 2017 8:37:44 GMT -6
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"Aye, we're both not clued in enough to know exactly, what this is. If it's a mutant, we're so far out our league its a f------ joke. If not, Well something is way worse." But they had a job right now, finding it's limitations and mapping it was essential. Any information they could get would help, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant.
Raising an eyebrow at their new companion, he figured they might as well, after all the worst a fox could do it run off. "Fair enough, more eyes on can't hurt and she might be able to get a feel for it where we can't. Try to make sure she doesn't run into traffic though, rather not have drivers getting distracted right now."
As they moved he was roughly mapping the extent of the 'tear' on a note pad he had, trying to get an idea of its size, and hopefully with that they could get an idea of where about the tear itself was. This was meant to be a simple training exercise for Christs sake now they were dealing with time falling apart on a scale he was terrified of knowing the answer too. What more could go wrong today?
A lot more apparently if the angry voices and small group ahead was anything to go by, they'd found their thugs. F------ perfect. Growling out his words. "I am really not in the mood for this. Lad, you might want to stay back unless I get hit. I might need to blow off some steam with our would be bigots." Artair had anger issues at the best of times. This wasn't the best of times.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 21, 2017 7:57:56 GMT -6
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Artair was glad he could make her smile, help her calm down when she was upset, it just wasn't something he'd ever considered himself good at. Normally he was more, caustic, more standoffish, maybe they way they'd had their first meeting had something to do with it? Well, if he made her laugh he wasn't going to complain, she had a good one after all. "Well, we're here for just that purpose then, no bad thoughts tonight! Just fun, happiness and food fit for the gods."
Reluctantly letting go of her hand, he glanced in to see it was fairly quiet. Sure they had reservations but somehow places like this felt more intimate and personal when there weren't that many people around, just the odd couple enjoying a romantic night out. "In we go then, and trust me, there'll be something on the menu you fancy. I've rarely met a person who hates everything the french can cook." They were pretty good at it after all and they hands down won when it came to breakfast food. Who could argue with fresh croissants?
Leading her in and holding the door for her, he approached the maitre d' giving him their reservation information, under his name since he'd booked it and they were quickly and professionally shown to their table and were soon seated with menus and a wine list. "Been a while since I had a chance to eat here, and I can't imagine someone else I'd prefer to share an experience like this with Xavia." He was already pretty sure what he wanted to eat, but Xavia's mention of duck had stoked up a little bit of interest in him and there was always a starter to consider. "There anything jumping out at you? Now that you put it in my head the duck is sounding very tempting."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 20, 2017 5:52:19 GMT -6
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"And if you'd been quicker responding he'd also be standing right along side me having a chat with you as well." He wasn't letting her turn this around on him.
That wasn't something she'd be able to book as evidence. Snorting out a laugh before starting, "Have fun lass, I'm not going anywhere. As for the shield you can look for it but it's gonna be hard to find unless you got a handy brain scanner in your back pocket. I made it, once I was done with it I scattered it back where it came from."
He'd prefer that they didn't have his mutation on record, that was info the government didn't need, not with their fiasco with the registration act.
"So unless you can book for having a mutation, which unless that lovely register got passed as law again, I don't think it's illegal for me to have a power now is it." True he was cooperating but that didn't mean he had to make it easy, or be nice to the officer.
Rolling his neck to get the aches out and flexing his hands again to keep the blood pumping he had to admit, it was fun messing with them.
He should do it more often.
He really shouldn't do it more often.
Getting a long record wouldn't exactly look on his student visa, best to brawl in secret in the future, like a respectable member of society.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 20, 2017 5:42:20 GMT -6
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He couldn't disagree with Derek, this was all so f----- up and he had no idea how, why or what they could do. All the animals looked freaked out but the people didn't even notice, or at least most of them didn't. Chances are they didn't know to look for anything weird or out of place like them.
"S---, s--- s--- s---!" This was way worse than simple anti mutant violence, that could wait unfortunately. "Lad, this tear, whatever it is, it's f------ around with time! Look, in the park people are moving either too fast or too slow." Something was causing localised time effects. "this is over our heads, but we need to see how far it extends, or if it's only in the park." If it was spreading, they were all screwed, He wasn't a physicist but he'd read enough that anything messing with time this much had mind boggling amounts of energy behind it. Gods, if this was a mutant they were on a scale he couldn't imagine.
"Come on, we follow our original plan, skirt the borders of the park and see how far this goes. After that we get back to Haven fast and report this." He was keeping a fairly good handle on his concerns, wouldn't do to act freaked in front of the new guy and worry him.
Offering a hand down to his companion, "Derek, if we're careful, we'll be fine. Promise."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 20, 2017 5:23:37 GMT -6
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Returning the squeeze, he couldn't fathom how she could think she wasn't worth the effort. She was smart and funny and kind. She cared so much about people, even more than that she wanted the best life possible for her daughter, a life better than hers had been. That was amazing, in more ways than one.
"Charming, me? You sure you're not mistaking me for another, maybe less grumpy red head?" yeah he could say the right things in a bar or club to get a person interested, usually after that the accent did the rest of the work. "Never been called that before, but I do respect the hell out of you, who couldn't? You're a teacher, singer, entrepreneur and mother all in one go, while also being one of the most beautiful people I've met." It wasn't just the fact she was attractive, she was, it was everything put together all the big and little parts that made her just awesome.
As they pulled up and the conversation fell away, he was glad to be here. Sharing food with someone like Xavia would be a memory he had a feel he would always cherish, no matter the outcome. Paying their peeking driver, although he was tempted not to tip him he did anyway to just not start any stupid fights tonight. Sliding out and offering his companion a hand again, "Ready for a nice meal with a, in your words mind, charming Scotsman?" he asked jokingly, giving her a grin.
Just, just when Devon had been getting him feeling guilty about the joke he pulled a bait and switch. Fair play, he'd gotten the Scot good. "Nicely done lad, made me feel like a wee bit of a tosser for just a moment. But I'll get you back for that one. Trust me." A bit of back and forth was good in a friendship and, in fairness, Artair had messed with him a little over drinks the first time they'd met.
"I'd say hand to hand first honestly. Powers not as taxing on my body so while I'm practicing that I can catch my breath." He'd always found it easy to separate his physical and mental stress and not let them affect each other. So there were some positives to living with pain.
He quickly toweled off the small sweat he'd worked up before, not wanting it to irritate his scars. If he could have gotten away with it he'd work out without a shirt on since the fabric and sweat made the scars itch, but having people stare at them was worse. So he went with a plain black tank top, leaving only the tops of them showing. The rest of his outfit was pure comfort. black shorts and a pair of worn, well used dark blue trainers.
Testing his muscles one last time, he reckoned he was ready. "How you want to do this then? First down or pin?" He was hoping pin, most of his own hand to hand had been armoured wrestling. Very good for when you needed to knock a bigger guy on his back and stop him getting away. Other than that, he had some basic CQC training from his time at the mansion.
Breathing deeply to slow down his heart and try to rein his temper back into something resembling order, he began with the simple stuff. "Can't say I wouldn't love to point out more flaws with your fine service but I don't really have all day." One last jibe, just for fun.
Sighing deeply, he continued "Fine then lass if that'll get this wonderful experience over with bring it on. what do you need to know and in how much detail?" Might as well just hand over the information he had on the event so he could get on with his day, what could still be salvaged after this monumental example of why he should just be a selfish b------.
"It's pretty simple, I was walking past that alley," a quick nod of his head to where their happy little incident had happened, "and some poor sod was getting roughed up by two thugs. Both had baseball bats and looked ready to use them. I stepped in, tried to get them to p--- off without any violence and they took offence to be stopping them mugging someone. They tried to kill me lass, of course I defended myself."
"Pulled out a mace and shield and kept them busy long enough for you lot to arrive, although now I'm thinking I should have just dealt with them and moved on." His conscience could go do one after this, all it brought him was trouble.
"Didn't have to play nice with them, could have hurt them a lot worse to protect myself, but I was at least hoping by stalling, you boys in blue would be able to cart them and and actually make them pay. Clearly that was too much to ask."
Giving Derek the cockiest look he could, "Bring it on lad, but I'm not the most flappable guy around. Better make it a good one." Derek was definitely a person to keep around, he was far to much fun to not. God, Artair could only imagine what he'd be like on a night out. Or on a night out with Devon. That, that was an evil little plan he was keeping locked up tight for when he needed it.
The animals must be pretty spooked to not even want to chat with Snow on this and a tear? That sounded really bad. "I have no clue what a tear is or why it's freaking out the animals but it can't be good." Even as he talked he kept getting distracted by the people moving in and out of the park. "Be on full alert, and don't hesitate to say if something feels off. Any gut feelings on this one are more than nothing." Watching a kid run into the park, just a second it looked like he slowed down and not in a normal way, like a video tape had the speed turned down.
People weren't moving right, some of them looked just a little too slow, some were moving a little jittery and quick. A guy with a water bottle was taking long swallows just a touch slower than was natural. "Derek, look around. Don't ask me to explain just look, what doesn't seem right? What looks out of place." He had to be sure, sure it wasn't just his mind going off the deep end.
If not, then they were in much bigger trouble than either of them was ready for.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 19, 2017 10:28:15 GMT -6
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Moving his gaze back to Xavia and paying close attention as she spoke, he had to admit, she did look more peaceful, more at ease and just just around him. Like it was something, more. There was certainly a noticeable change from their last two meetings. Rather than comment he just sat and listened attentively, reaching out with a reassuring hand on her shoulder when the conversation got more personal. He was genuinely glad she was feeling a least a little better.
"Thank you Xavia, for the honesty, it seems to be a thing for us, which is probably good. I can't promise you anything lass, that we'll be happily together for a long time or not, but thats what these first few dates are for, testing the water, seeing if we have chemistry. I don't know how I feel yet, whether me liking you is as a friend or something more, but I want to figure that out with you. And trust me, no matter what we will be friends, That I can promise."
He didn't want to give her false hope, no matter how cruel he felt or how much it made him feel guilty. In the end, she deserved the truth, more than any person he'd dated in the past, she deserved to know if he was in or out. This time, he just wished he could at least give it a shot. "I've said before, I'm not good at relationships, so even if it goes further I don't know for how long. But I can say this, I do like you Xavia. Why don't we find out together how."
Good job lad, way to be romantic, shut a girls hopes down on the first date and keep them there. Way to go.
Awww, Raine was worried she'd get stabbed. Cait wouldn't do that....
She might have gotten stabbed actually. That usually puts a dampener on friendships, having to send a 'I'm sorry I pin cushioned you!' card to the hospital.
"You're just lucky I was working tonight and not out on the town. Otherwise I definitely wouldn't have been asleep. Or alone," She and Raine might be friends but there were some things she'd really rather keep private. That and she'd rather not have to explain that the sudden appearance of a second girl was not an extra partner for the night, however much fun that usually was.
After downing the water and setting the glass aside and trying to wave those thoughts away, it was becoming hard not to notice the fact there was another girl in her bedroom. In a pretty revealing outfit.
Coughing and hoping the low light would hide the blush creeping up her neck, she listened carefully to the explanation from her friend. Losing hours? That was bad, really bad. And it was affecting everyone so someone was doing something very wrong. "Sounds pretty bad, of course I'll help. And don't worry about the boss, if we don't find out anything, well tonight didn't happen."
Arching an eyebrow at this point, "I'm assuming I need to be similarly dressed up, or down, in this case for the investigation." She wasn't exactly complaining, crashing a college party sounded fun and most of the drunk frat types were pretty easy to wrap around her little finger.
Hugs so early in the morning were awesome. Hugs at any point in the day were awesome but having one so soon to the day starting just made the rest of it a good one. Grinning she didn't think anything could dampen her down this morning, "Be my guest Rianne. You'll find I'm tougher than I look." Some people only saw one side of her, the flirty musician who's life was fun and parties. Not many saw what she could really do when she cut loose.
Stepping up and following her friend into the gym, it was good she wouldn't need to fork out money for it. True she did alright for herself, but with the way things were for the team, she liked to save her money just in case. "Sounds great, shouldn't take too long!" As she inputted various bits of info, Rianne got the the big question. The one she didn't quite know the answer too.
"For leg press I do 280 or 290 pounds, depending on how active I'd been recently or if I was up on stage all night." Running back and forth tended to give you a pretty good work out. "As for arms I really don't know. I don't tend to do much upper body weights. I'd guess as much as an athletic woman my height?" Truthfully most of her upper body strength came from sparring, so she had no clue what her actual weight stats were.
"Sorry if that makes things more difficult, like I said I've never really been into the weights side of things. Well, except for the legs. Got to keep my best feature nice and toned" So she was a little vain about them, a girl has to take the body confidence she could.
Well, looks like they had a plan. Not only did they have a plan, it was her plan! That was so cool, here she was and the boss lady was taking her advice, never mind it was obvious, that didn't matter. She belonged here, with the others on a mission. Grinning at the hidden joke and giving Impact a totally not amused look, "At least our little friends are only a pest to the enemy who, heaven forbid don't have an exterminator on site."
Nodding along, while keeping her hands on her knives just in case, she could do this. They might work for an evil group, Christ some of them might be pretty rotten themselves but she wasn't making that call and frankly, she didn't want to be. They helped people, they weren't assassins. "Can do, I want as little blood as you do boss." Which wouldn't be easy, given her training and particular affinity for knives, but she could do it. With that extra bit of training from the resident grump of the team she was a pretty nasty shot with her power. Tagging a few radios and guns should be a piece of cake.
Giving Seraph one last grin and following the leader, they moved pretty quickly, the years of training together making team work natural and talking mostly unneeded. The few poor guards they came across were pretty quickly dealt with, most didn't even know what was happening before a laser was smacking them in the side of the head. God that power was so cool. The few she or Seraph had to deal with went down equally quickly. Hers could barely register the sudden knife sticking out of their radios before she was on them, slamming tender points with blade pommels and putting them into dream land pretty easy. Maybe this wouldn't go too bad?
No one in the control room? That was....odd. On a hunch she pulled a round shield out and set it floating in front of her. True, Cait would prefer to be able to cover the others, but she couldn't make enough constructs to fight and play team defense and besides, Astrids' crystal wings a petty shield than any she could make. The boss, well she was probably the scariest fighter Cait had met, plus she'd get an ear full for neglecting herself in a fight if she did.
She was right behind Impact when the trap was sprung, moving quickly to her side as the world rippled like fabric. Yep, seemed about right, they'd done something wrong somewhere. Whatever power was being used, it was strong and scary. Oh and they now had six armed men to deal with. Perfect.
While the boss threatened, she was pulling knife after knife out until she had three ready to go, hidden away from view behind her and Impact. This was going down quick.
Now! Launching herself forward, staying low and keeping the shield up she was into them before they could blink, knives flashing, causing as many small, but painful wounds as she could. Cutting fingers, stabbing hands and feet, she was always moving between targets forcing a couple of them to focus on her instead of the rest of the room.
Things could not get much worse right not. Instead they got a lot worse. An unseen kick took her legs out from under her, slamming her right into the floor face down. Rolling away and scything her flying knives around her, "Watch out! Invisible lad's about and he's wanting to play!"
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 18, 2017 15:26:18 GMT -6
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God she wished, flying seem really attractive right now, despite her own reservations about it. "Sorry, but this is the only me there is." Keeping her voice low and still edging towards the cases step by step, "If anything happens I can stop them, but not without hurting them badly. I tend to avoid that." She was tense, all her instincts on high alert for the moment chaos broke out. Once it did, all bets were off though, keeping Ambrosia safe was her priority and if Becca had taught her anything, sometimes you had to hurt people to protect your friends.
As soon the first shot was fired she was off, diving towards he guitar case, while she pulled five knives out at once. God that always sucked! Losing so much energy at once left her shaken, but she managed to get her paired knives out the hidden compartment quick enough to dodge another bolt. "Run Ambrosia! I'll cover you."
Starting a simple tune in her head, the blades started to dance around her, picking up speed and looking very, impressive. Or so she'd been told. Cait just hoped her friend could at least get behind her if she didn't get away. "OK lads, last chance. You want to hurt her, you go through me and my friends." With her flurry of blades glinting around her, they looked a lot less sure of themselves. "I don't want to hurt you, really, so anyone who wants out can leave now."
A couple wanted too but the guy at the back kept whispering to them, calming them down. Something was weird here and now, she was going to find out what.
Training, training and more training. So far his summer was shaping up to be a blur of sparring, form practice and spending longer than he really wanted shooting increasingly harder targets with bows and crossbows. He hated those particularly, but if wanted to increase his options and range, he had to just forge through.
At least today he was getting a chance to kill three birds with one stone. Get in a bit more weapon and hand to hand practice, throwing a bit of power training in all wrapped up in hanging out with Devon. He was a good laugh, their dynamic was pretty give and take, thank god for that. So many people here, even as friends, couldn't deal with a bit of friendly abuse or swearing. Well, that and the lad had gotten him the number of a cute lass on the first day they knew each other.
Since he'd gotten here early, Artair had used the time wisely, running through warm ups, going onto of few standard forms with various practice weapons he got his muscles pretty loose and ready. Just in time actually, since a familiar figure had finally wandered in.
Putting a on joking tone, "Ah cannae believe it lad, you keeping me waiting like this. Almost down right rude." Cocking an eyebrow at his friend, "How you doing today then?"
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 18, 2017 12:29:06 GMT -6
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Helping her into the cab and quickly giving the guy the go ahead, they were off. It was officially a date at this point and he had to agree with Xavia, he had been looking forward to this. She was, interesting and smart and funny. When she reached out to touch him he also had slightly less, innocent thoughts. Yeah OK, he had to admit she was sexy as hell, although he'd never say that too her. "Fun's why we're after all lass."
Losing his focus a little as they moved, he had to wonder why she'd wanted a date from him. He'd hardly been charming during their meetings, either bouncing between sarcastic jokes or good old politeness. Who knows. This was hardly how he usually got most of his dates anyway so maybe going with the flow and enjoy the moment. "Pretty good actually. With so much free time I was finally able to just sit and relax with a book all morning, after that I spent a couple hours with a volunteer programme I give some time too." Working with kids was pretty fulfilling after all and Sarah loved it when he was there.
"After that I just headed home, spent a little time cleaning. Oh and came over to yours, of course. What about yourself, how was your day?" As he asked, he kept catching glimpses of the cabbie in the rear view mirror. Aye, he'd couldn't begrudge a guy taking glimpse at a pretty lass, he done it himself and more than one lass had openly done the same to him, but he was taking the p--- right now. As soon as Xavia was distracted he caught the guys eyes with a pretty level stare, the kind he'd gotten good at recently.