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 Sebastian on Mar 5, 2012 20:28:45 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
730
0
May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
His time was nearly halfway up.
Funny, how fast time could turn when one actually had a deadline.
Four months ago, when he had made his promise to Lori, he hadn't really thought he would now be in his current position. He was the leader of a church, a group that was actually making a positive difference in the world. He had united a group of people who believed in that cause. He had made those people more powerful as a group than they had ever been as individuals.
They were good people.
Even Malako.
And yet, he had a promise to fulfill. He didn't need any tattoo markings or threats of possible injury or death to make him keep his promises. He had given his word and that was enough. He had united a large group, but Lori had wanted everyone united, the whole world standing together. In a little under five months now. No religion was going to spread that fast.
He had built something. Now he just had to make sure it was strong enough to stand on its own, because he wasn't going to let them get torn down with him. It wasn't their choice to become the enemy of the world. It was his own.
To fulfill his promise to unite the whole word he had to fall.
Katrina had almost been tempted to not show up at all, but the preteen seer's texts had been incredibly urgent with lots of capital letters and increasing amounts of exclamation points as the day wore on. It had been so unlike him that Katrina had come to see just what sort of emergency had cropped up.
It had not been easy to evade both Calley and CS right before conditioning class. This was the first time she had skipped phy ed this year, and she was going to have to pay for it tomorrow, probably with an extra several miles.
“I need you to be the oracle today.”
“What?” That made no sense whatsoever. It was Jude that could copy his powers, that could look into the future, not her.
“We need a fake oracle today. We need your illusions,” Alister sounded desperate. It was not often that he sounded anything but calm and collected.
“Why would you want that?” Katrina put her hands stubbornly on her hips. Who would want to tarnish their perfect reputation as a legitimate seer with an imposter?
“He is coming back.” Alister shoved a pair of sunglasses into her hands.
“Oh.” Was he... afraid? Why? “What happens if he comes back and you're the one that's here to greet him?”
The blonde boy shuddered behind his own dark pair of sunglasses, “You don't want to know.”
Katrina knew Alister didn't like looking into the futures of immortals, but this seemed like there was something else behind it. Something a little worse than a using a fork to break out of an endless vision.
“Okay, fine,” she slipped the brand new sunglasses over her eyes, carefully pulling off the tag that was hanging from the center and tickling her nose, “What do I need to do?”
Posted by Sebastian on Mar 5, 2012 20:31:21 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
730
0
May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian walked into Future Sight, newspaper under his arm. For some reason the place seemed familiar, but he couldn't place why. There was a girl behind the register with a rat on her shoulder. The rat wore a sweater. There was a whole stack of little sweaters, actually, in her hands. She didn't seem at all happy about that fact. She was flipping through the stack, angrily, one at a time, as if counting. She reached the end then tossed the whole bunch back into the bottom of the box that was sitting in her lap.
Only then did she realize there was someone standing on the other side of the register. He was paper white with a spiral horn coming out of his head. He was going to start the apocalypse and everyone knew it except for him. It was Sebastian.
“Have I come to the right place?” The unicorn man set his newspaper down on the counter and pointed out the advertisement. The Oracle from Delphi: Curious about your future? Get answers NOW. Come consult the oracle to get a head start on what's a head. This was followed by the address of the shop they were currently in.
Letitia smirked. The unicorn man didn't realize it, but they had had this exact same conversation before. Now all she had to do was recite her lines.
"Yup, you've found us! We take payment in advance. Here is our price list. The amount largely depends on how specific you want the oracle to be. General prediction or specific question?"
“A specific question,” the unicorn answered. Of course. Letitia waited while he counted out the bills. She fingered through her stack of sweaters at the same time. There were more sweaters than there were bills. She was going to find whoever had...
“Ah, thank you, I'll go get the oracle,” she smiled a sickly sweet, completely fake smile to cover her anger over the little sweaters and made her way through the bright purple curtain into the room beyond.
A moment later a blonde girl wearing sunglasses appeared in her place. She looked young, no more than sixteen or seventeen.
“You're the oracle?” The unicorn man asked, slightly incredulous. She wasn't what he had expected at all. Not that he had known what to expect, but she wasn't it.
“What is your question?”
“How can I unite the world without harming those around me?”
The blonde girl bit her lip, thoughtfully, as if trying to compose her answer to that question. “Let's see, shall we?” She removed her sunglasses and looked into the unicorn man's eyes.
The foggy grey of her eyes spread all around them, immersing them in a cloud of uncertainty. The mists swirled around them and formed shapes of the things that were to come. Or rather, they formed images of the things that Katrina hoped would convince him to stop following the path he was on that would lead to the end of the world. Maybe she could convince him somehow.
A grey cloud swirled into the image of a woman with a long dark braid down her back. She wore a long coat the color of clouds and carried a sword by her side. She was just arriving somewhere, fumbling for a key at the entrance to something, when a pair of masked thugs surprised her. She didn't even have a chance to draw her weapon. She was left on the doorstep with a note pinned to her shirt that said, “This is what happens to muties who start their own religions.”
An unseen breeze stirred the clouds until the formed a new face. A brown haired young man with blue eyes and white cat ears with black spots here and there was surrounded by figures in white hoods. A moment later there was a tiger in his place, leaping toward the edge of the circle. Someone splashed something, another lit a match, and smoke obscured the vision.
At the pier, the brown curly haired young woman was sharing a bag of popcorn with her red headed friend. A man dressed in all white with a netted hat over his face was holding up jars of honey; he was dedicated to selling as many as he could to the crowd. No one expected him to grab the brown haired girl and topple over the edge of the peer. The red head shrieked and leaned over the railing, but all she could see were a few bubbles and a handful of dead insects floating to the surface.
Again the clouds stirred. The spire of a church rose up out of the mists, high above them. All around the church stood people, frozen in place, as if ready to battle. Along one side stood the unicorn with his remaining allies; all the people Katrina and the other oracle kids had seen him with over the past few months. On the other side stood a crowd of protesters, carrying signs proclaiming the unicorn man to be “Antichrist” or “Devil”. One of the college boys, the pretty one with the dark hair, stepped up to ask the protestors to leave when all hell broke loose. Then, a brilliant flash of light and a rush of noise obliterated everything in the vision.
It was another time, but the same place. A group of people stood at the door to the church; a woman with a braid and a sword, a boy with white cat ears that had black spots here and there, a brown haired girl with a bee crawling with familiarity in her hair, four college students, and the unicorn man himself. The meek college girl asked, “What about all the good we promised we would do?” The unicorn man locked the door with great finality and then put the key in the realtor's lock box that hung from the handle. “Trust me, it's for the best,” was his response.
The fog vanished when Katrina put the sunglasses back on her nose. The unicorn man across the table from her was frowning. The petite illusionist frowned back.
“It looks like you have a choice to make,” she observed.
