The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 26, 2017 18:29:27 GMT -6
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Artair had been concentrating too hard to see what hit the mutant in the head, but whatever it had been, it hadn't done much. It had probably had a bigger effect on Artair, since he started looking past his opponent, trying to see how was stupid enough to fight this thing. Other than him. Unfortunately he didn't get the chance and his drop in concentration was reward with a swift kick to the chest.
His entire chest exploded in pain as he got flung backwards. Hitting the ground and rolling awkwardly he involuntarily curled up with the pain. Breathing hurt. Moving hurt. Staying still hurt. He'd have wondered how something could hit so hard if he wasn't focused on trying to breathe. Nothing felt broken though, that he knew and his heart was still working normally. That was generally useful. What the hell was that thing? He didn't hear it laugh but a familiar voice was shouting nearby and the thing moved away from him.
Slowly prying his eyes back open he tried to focus on the person that was being borne down on by his attacker. Struggling to focus he could it was probably a lass, and fairly tall. And blonde. He hoped he hadn't recognised the voice because there was no way Serena was daft enough to stare down a rampaging mutant. It was. Crawling up onto all fours he tried to wheeze out a warning but didn't get far. Right, he thought, deep breaths. The pain that followed the breaths felt glorious as air refilled his lungs. He tried and failed to pull out a shield, pain recoiling in his head.
"Serena, run," he managed to half shout that time, "It's too tough tae hurt." She hadn't seem to hear him though and it was already bearing down on her. He couldn't help. His constructs wouldn't appear and even if they did he couldn't cut it with his strongest hit. He needed to fight smarter, do something. Closing his eyes he focused everything on a shield. The biggest he'd made, as strong as he could make it. Old lessons came back, the idea took shape. Opening his eyes a glistening tower shield floated in his vision.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 26, 2017 17:51:10 GMT -6
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That hurt. A lot. But pain was good, he was still alive. Diving back around the corner he took stock of exactly what happened. He'd been hit, hard. Artair was panicking before his small amount of doctors training managed to kick in. Taking a deep breath he tried to calm down and analyse the situation. First, whatever it was had shattered a shield nearly as hard as steel. Second, it had attacked without hesitation. Third, he wasn't dead yet and whatever attacked him wasn't coming for him yet. Either it had gotten bored or found new victims. That was enough to steel his spine.
Artair concentrated on a making a single sword, pulling it from the air. Right, this was more manageable now. Using his phone as a crude mirror he got a general idea of what was around the corner. A single figure strode amongst the chaos, smashing and clawing at anything in its way. It looked human shaped but something was, off, with its proportions. Running through his options, Artair considered flight again. Everyone had already gotten away, what harm was there in not getting himself killed?
The cry that ripped the air put all thought of running out of his mind. The thing had a new target and whoever the poor victim was, they were young. Sighing, he quickly stepped out shouting at the figure to get its attention. "Oi, if ye fancy a fight, try someone a wee bit bigger." The figure seemed to respond, since it charged straight at him, fists melting in large balls. OK that was weird. As it got closer Artair realised it looked like a man made of metal, but also liquid. It was like something out of an old film he'd seen. Just as it got close and started to swing, Artair slammed his sword in a vicious arc into its shoulder. The metal man, however, seemed amused by this. His sword had done nothing.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 26, 2017 9:20:27 GMT -6
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Artair didn't know exactly why he'd wanted to go for a walk but his journey had led him to central park. Looking at the entrance he'd realised he'd never actually gone in. He'd always meant to aswell, just never found the right time. "Well," he said out loud heading into the park, "Whats the worst that could happen."
Trouble, however, had a way of finding Artair. One moment he'd been having a nice, peaceful morning in the park, the next people running and screaming. Someone, or something, was on a rampage. Rather than the entirely rational response of fleeing, Artair decided on going towards the carnage.
Getting closer he noted that whatever had done it was strong, clumps of earth had been ripped from the ground, trash cans torn to pieces and the street lamps ripped from their mounts. He didn't have long to contemplate however, the screams were getting louder and more desperate. Sprinting towards them he had the foresight to ready a shield, a thought that saved his life. As he rounded a corner something smashed straight into it, shattering the construct and sending Artair reeling.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 24, 2017 19:28:56 GMT -6
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Ringing the number it struck him how absurd he'd sound. Here was a complete stranger basically asking for what was essentially help in a fight. He didn't have time to ponder this however as the call got answered quickly. "Hi Devon," he began, keeping his name low to try not draw attention. "This is Artair Hawke. Serena gave me this number." Not knowing how to proceed, Artair opted for bluntness. "I know this will sound crazy but I need help." He quickly explained the situation and where it was happening. Keeping an eye on the group he added, "Serena seems to trust you and I honestly don't have anyone else I could ask."
The group got his attention again. They were getting increasingly aggressive. They wanted blood. Artair got a better look at their victim. He levied every Gaelic curse he knew under his breath. Their quarry was a child. Their pale, blue skin marred with bruises and blood. "If you can help I need it now. This group wants blood and they'll get it one way or another." Maybe this was a mistake, asking this much from a stranger was mad, what sane person would say yes. He certainly wouldn't. But Serena trusted him for a reason, maybe he should too. "Either way, this kid doesn't have much time."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 24, 2017 18:50:27 GMT -6
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Between bites he nodded at her words, glad to have not offended her by accident. The last thing he wanted to do was upset Serena, especially since she'd offered him so much help. Knowing that there was a community and support network made Artair feel much more at home. He was also glad that the university was so proactive at protecting its students. He did however try to not let his expression betray his feelings about the X's. They had a pretty bad reputation and were too closely tied to the police and government than Artair liked.
A phone number was a good start. It always helped to have something physical, Artair thought and if Serena vouched for him that was good enough. She struck him as a good person, already offering more personal help to what was essentially a stranger. Artair didn't think he'd have been able to be so trusting yet this girl had, easily. "Thanks, I really mean it, you've offered a lot to me and I've not been the most polite person to chat too," he apologised, before continuing a bit more lightly "I promise, on the rare occasion I'm not hung over I can be positively delightful."
Pocketing the offered number, Artair quickly mopped up the last of his food and checked the time. Grimacing, he remembered he had lectures soon and his student reality crashed back into focus. "Is there anything else specific we needed to talk about? I've got a lecture soon and I probably shouldn't be late." As much as he wished he could, he'd never been able to actively miss lessons or lectures. His brain would nag at him for hours if he did.
Sometimes lectures were fun, engaging and apleasure to attend. This hadn't been one of them, Artair thought sourly. 2 hours spent frantically taking notes while the professor talked at a speed reserved for sports commentators. Even a nasty headache was starting to form and he was in no mood to deal with anything else at the moment. Squinting at the time on his watch, Artair considered just going back to bed. Maybe a walk and some food would brighten his day.
Heated voices brought him out of his reverie, sounding close and not friendly. They were coming from behind on of the university buildings and it sounded like someone was in a very bad situation. Rounding a corner, he saw a large group of people trying to surrounding someone. "Grab the little freak," shouted a rough voice, "don't let it get away." Great, thought Artair, this was only going to end well. When a number of the shabbily dressed people started to shout out anti-mutant slurs at the figure, Artair knew things were going to go bad, quick.
Artair needed to watch and wait. Jumping in guns blazing would get him and the focus of the groups attention killed. He had to get help and fast. Running through his options, he realised how limited they truly were. He'd either have to call the police or risk calling the number Serena had given him. She'd said he was trying to help mutants in trouble. Well trouble was happening, it was time to make a call.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 17, 2017 21:23:25 GMT -6
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((OOC great, should be able to make Artairs life, interesting, to say the least. Fun will be had.))
Ha! That'll teach the Scotsman, thought the little man. This was already going better than expected. A flying Scottish man might be funny, but getting one into a fight with a real life caveman was so much funnier. The pranks in his mind raced and there were just too many options, too much fun to be had. Rummaging around and finding some discarded foil, an evil plan formed. Fingers flying he fashioned little foil shapes, all the while keeping one eye glued to the situation unfolding.
He nearly lost focus when the officer walked up. Damn, she could ruin everything. Unless, maybe this was the catalyst he needed to really get this prank going.
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Running might have been a option once. Then the hulking excuse for a person had spoken. Racism he could deal with. But being called Irish? His blood was seething. "Did you just call me Irish?" Artair said in a cold, even tone. His accent was getting harsher when he continued, "Because I don't think I heard you right. I'm sure you couldn't have been such an eejit that you'd call a Scotsman, Irish." His blood pumping, he pulled himself up to his full height. "Blood's been spilled for less, friend."
The laughter was the last straw, causing Artair to launch into a viscous verbal attack on this man. He tore apart this mans appearance, education, breeding, everything was fair game. What Artair hadn't counted on was he'd somehow switch to Gaelic part way though and now the irate man in front of him seemed more confused then angry. The arrival of the police officer didn't help either. Turning towards her, he opened his mouth to speak but the plastic bag had other ideas. It's timing was perfect when it decided to do its best face hugger impression.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 17, 2017 20:41:40 GMT -6
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The arrival of food prompted Artairs stomach to growl audibly, the smell of home helping to calm his nerves a bit. "Yeah I think it's just what the doctor ordered," he joked. He quickly gulped down a sausage and some bacon while Serena spoke, taking in what she was saying. Artair did have to agree that is was a bit odd that he'd not meet another mutant on campus, but he'd honestly been more concerned with getting himself grounded, not just in a new city but a new country.
"I think its more that I've not been paying much attention, to be honest," he replied easily, "I've just been focusing on work while on campus, and most of my free time has been taken up with new friends." At least she'd managed to allay some of his fears about the general mood around the university regarding mutants. It was a topic he'd been scared to bring up given the bad reputation mutants had been getting in the news. "It's good to hear though, about there being a decent view of us here. I love my home but Kirkwall's pretty rural and," he trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air.
The way she'd offered help made it seem like she already had dealt with mutant issues in the past. That'd be good to remember. "Thanks for the offer, it does mean a lot to me and if I have more issues with the professor I'll remember to pass it on." Well, this meeting had already proved to be very useful. Having a sudden light bulb moment he also thought to ask, "Oh while on the subject is there any decent organisations I should look out for, in case you're not available?"
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 12, 2017 8:40:05 GMT -6
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Okay, things were definitely getting weird. Not only was his hair starting to stand up and crackle with static, the cat in his hand felt like it desperately wanted to crawl up his hand. Artair looked up again but the sky was still clear. So what the hell could be causing so much static.
Of course this was already weird enough, but apparently, the weirdness wasn't done with him. A rather nice looking balloon poodle lunged towards his head, softly smacking him. The child looked almost as surprised as Artair was. The clown just looked bored.
Hearing the gruff voice drew him back into reality. "I'm, I'm not sure," he began to say, when a plastic bag tried to envelop the back of his head. Swearing viciously in Gaelic, Artair forgot about the balloon in his hand and frantically tried to remove it before it succeeded in smothering him.
Now, now he was angry. Something or someone was messing with him. He tried to look around but the rest of the clowns balloons were leaning towards him rather alarmingly on their strings. Taking a quick step back didn't help the situation much either as this dragged the childs' string out of his hand and, of course, the child started crying. Artair briefly contemplated running when the dad rounded on him and could have been best described as having a paleolithic build.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 4, 2017 18:43:32 GMT -6
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It was a lovely day. Artair had decided that today was far too nice to waste studying and had made it his mission to explore and maybe find some good food spots for future reference. He'd already found a decent coffee shop that served the best mocha he'd had since coming to New York. At least he was getting some fresh air and sun. Just because he had to wear SPF 50 to not get burnt in five minutes didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the good weather. He'd even found a quaint little shop with some on offer.
Food was on the menu and Artair decided today was the day he'd brave the famous New York street hot dog, with all the trimmings. It would help however, if he knew what they looked like, or where they usually were. Spotting a stand of some description he went over to ask directions but was immediately put off when he say the clown. Artair always wondered if anyone actually found clowns funny rather than creepy, but he was hungry and hunger spoke louder than fear.
Rather than be rude he started by asking what the clown was doing, being generally polite and trying to appear interested. He even managed to get a surprisingly well made inflatable cat out of it. He was just getting around to asking about hot dogs when he felt a chill. It's like he was being watched and the watcher wasn't very nice. Even the balloon felt off, suddenly acting like he'd rubbed it through his hair. When his skin started to tingle, Artair got a horrible sinking feeling that today it wasn't going to be such a nice day after all.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Mar 1, 2017 15:16:44 GMT -6
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Coffee had meant to help Artairs' brain work. At this point however, it didn't. "Wait, you're a mutant?" he'd managed to blurt out before he'd been able to catch himself. The way she'd said it was like she'd already mentioned it. Surely he'd have noticed that? He was frantically going over the conversation trying to figure out when she'd said something out it. Why the hell couldn't he find it?
When he finally realised it was like he'd been slapped. The mansion was what she had said. Not a mansion, The Mansion, with a capital T. She'd been in Xaviers. That what his mind had been freaking out about. He'd finally met another mutant and it had been completely blasé.
Signing he rubbed his eyes before he started, "I'm sorry, that probably came across badly. I am way to hungover for revelations and this one just took awhile." Taking a deep breath he smiled before continuing, "I honestly didn't expect to meet another mutant so soon, or have it be completely normal." His own experience with others like him had been non-existent. As much as Artair loved Kirkwall, he knew he would've been shunned had he revealed his powers.
Artair hadn’t realised, he’d been holding the fabric of his shirt quite so hard and had to take a few deep breaths before his muscles would release. This had all happened for too fast for him and he wasn’t prepared for it. The hangover wasn’t helping much either.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Feb 25, 2017 14:59:45 GMT -6
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Standing, albeit slowly, he smiled at Serenas' comments. He fully understood the leeway the university had given him, especially with a 2 year deferred placement. He did, however, reserve the right to grumble. It's what his people did best. It was reassuring to hear Serena confirm his own suspicions, but who was he to complain about an easy first year with plenty of time for personal activities. Smiling he noted to her, "I had heard the UK's system was generally good, but coming here has definitely hammered home how well off we are back home."
Serena's next comment elicited a louder laugh than before drawing a startled look from the barista. He'd certainly learned that over here, people seemed to love British accents. It had netted him more than one date. Smiling back a little cheekily, "Can't say I disagree, I've been missing the sound of a Scottish lasses voice for a while now," he joked.
Nodding as she went off to order, Artair studied the menu a bit before deciding on exactly what he wanted. He ordered a full English and glass of orange juice, and apparently made it back to the table first. The sudden appearance of bagels however, answered that question and they looked awfully tempting. Serena's offer had barely left her lips before he'd wolfed down the bagel. Smiling sheepishly he'd nearly missed what she'd said next.
How would he explain it exactly? It wasn't even anything specific it was just a weird feeling he got. Sighing he started speaking, "Its hard to explain honestly, but its about my Mutant Biology lecturer. He's giving me a weird vibe, if that makes sense?" Pausing he looked for a reaction before continuing on, "It's like every time he looks at us he's trying to figure out who's a mutant and not." Artair didn't like to sound like he was insulting the guy but he'd not been able to shake this feeling since starting the elective. "It's getting to the point I'm feeling uncomfortable in the lectures and I'm not the only one."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Feb 24, 2017 18:55:19 GMT -6
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With his headache having gone from a blinding, screaming pain to a dull thud, his mood had improved significantly. "Oh I can understand their concern, as annoying as it is," he replied smiling, "I'd do the same in their position, especially considering they gave me a deferred placement." He did appreciate the fact that the university had been kind enough to defer him a place for 2 years and helped him set up medical insurance and the like. "As far as studying is going it's honestly a wee bit easier than I would have guessed. I was expecting a bigger jump in difficulty from high school."
Thinking on it his only issue had been the mutant biology elective's lecturer. "I don't know if its a problem but something seems," he paused for a second, not able to think of the right way describe it "off to me." He'd always looked at Artair a bit weirdly and he couldn't place exactly why it felt this way.
Knowing Serena had lived here a while was definitely useful, he'd barely been able to stumble his way around New York, even getting into some of the rougher areas by accident. He'd have commented on it if the next sentence from her hadn't made him laugh. "Yeah, I've heard people say our accents are softer than some of the lowland areas, especially around Glasgow." He'd shuddered inwardly, remembering the time a bus full of Glaswegians had descended onto the island and managed get it stuck through the pier. "I think it has something to do with how Gaelic sounds made their way into our English speech."
Finishing his coffee and letting the wonderful taste linger a little, Serena's mention of food brought his ravenous state back to mind. "That sounds like an excellent idea." the prospect of a full English, a little taste of home, was the best idea he'd heard all day.
Hey guys, been practicing a bit before I wanted to get a couple of threads going, but its time to release Artair in the wild. He's 21, Scottish and studying medicine at NYU at the moment and like most British people, he's a sarcastic grouch.
Character Goals- At the moment I'm up anything since its a new character, growth in any direction would be a good way to go, social or combat. Considering his morality he'd be interested in at least visiting the mansion, but a sufficient push or circumstance would make him at least consider Ragnarok (he's just a tad anti authoritarian).
If anyone wants to thread just reply to this or pm me and we can see what we can do. And of course, glad to have been accepted onto the site.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Feb 19, 2017 1:24:23 GMT -6
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That..... was not the answer he was expecting. He probably be wise to remember she'd had a much broader experience with the world than he had. And the Mansion? Why was that ringing a bell? Some distant memory was screaming at him but if it was more important surely he'd be able to remember. Clearly the coffee needed some more time to kick in.
Slightly more amenable, and frankly less grumpy, Artair remembered why he was actually here. "So what exactly was this meeting set up for?" he inquired. The information he'd been given had been vague at best. He paused slightly, trying to recall the hazy phone call he'd received, "About all I've been told is it's standard practice for students in my, situation, to get help or advice from a senior student."
His hand had returned to idly scratching his chest. Its like they had a mind of their own at times. He was sure his Aunt would say something about playthings and the devil but he'd never been able to remember bible verses. Or much, at least at the moment, since the comment about the mansion was still bugging him. Why did that seem so important? Did it really matter at the current time? When would the kitchen start serving food?
