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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
>> "I am. Therefore, I think. And to think is to do. An imperfect plan now is better than a perfect plan too late. We'll take that cab to Times Square. Once there, we shall find a tattoo parlor."
“A c-cab? Uh I don’t really do well in cabs—” But Anthony dragged her with him anyway, despite her protests, and soon they were in a taxi, rolling towards wherever he had told the driver. Lydia was too busy trying not to hyperventilate to pay attention to where they were going. “Really…this was a bad idea…” She said through gritted teeth, but her furry companion was too busy talking about something she didn’t understand. It seemed to be a recurring thing with him, to confuse her with words she didn’t know and topics she didn’t even know existed. The girl mostly remained silent throughout the ride.
After what seemed like eons, the duo finally reached their destination. Lyd clambered out of the vehicle as quickly as she could and allowed Anthony to handle the cab fee. Really, she needed to get over her fear of cars if she was going to continue to stay in New York. And she was going to be there for a while, since...she had nowhere else to go. The thought made her want to cry again, but she pushed it away. Lydia was going to have fun, and there was no room for weak tears.
“So, where to?” She asked when Anthony caught up to her. She glanced around, admiring all of the tall buildings and colorful ads and people walking around.
The cab ride went smoothly and amicably. The girl was quiet, but that was fine. It gave Anthony time to reminisce out loud about other things he'd done around here, other flights of fancy.
Anthony hopped out of the cab and breathed deeply. Things were buzzing around them, the cabbie was happily paid and leaving, and signs were flashing through advertisement after endorsement after commercial on brilliant hundred foot screens. Raising his hands to chest level, stretched out to the sides, he smiled.
“So, where to?” Anthony looked over his shoulder and smiled, a wide and genuinely happy thing. He could smell little smells masked by larger smells, like deodorant under perfume, that characterized the bustle and thrum of those places in a city where the heartbeat is most open. Where music notes fall out of shops like snowflakes from clouds and people smile and laugh. Where prejudice takes a back seat to pleasure. And where a man with money can still feel completely normal, no matter what he looks like.
"Lydia, you're in Times Square, accompanied by a man with deep pockets who can't say no to a girl with a pretty face. Tattoo shops are over there. To the left and a little past the M&M shop over there! Look around! Bustling with life! Where don't we go?! Except tea shops, we aren't going to tea shops." Anthony looked her, and tilted his head. "Ready to be cheered up?"
Anthony looked really…happy. Despite her cab-related woes, Lydia couldn’t help but absorb some of the happy and smiled a wide grin herself. The area was busy with people walking to and fro, crunching on the ice and snow beneath their feet. The afternoon winter sun shone brightly in the clear sky but offered no real protection against the biting breeze that drifted past the duo.
>> “Lydia, you're in Times Square, accompanied by a man with deep pockets who can't say no to a girl with a pretty face. Tattoo shops are over there. To the left and a little past the M&M shop over there!”
Deep pockets? As in, money? Did that mean she didn’t have to relieve anyone of their wallets now? That certainly made things easier. Still, she couldn’t just mooch off this guy she’d just met. She turned her head and looked to where Anthony pointed, but got distracted by the M&M store (they were totally going to stop by there now). Her eyes were about to focus on the intended tattoo shop when the furry mutant re-commanded her attention. She whipped back around.
>> “Look around! Bustling with life! Where don't we go?! Except tea shops, we aren't going to tea shops. Ready to be cheered up?”
Lyd grinned even wider as her companion looked at her. Who was this guy? This stranger who’d first made some jabs at her outfit, utterly confused her with strange sayings, and then managed to drag her in a cab to Times Square? She hardly knew Anthony, and yet there she was with him. Shouldn’t she be trying to figure out if this guy was sketchy or not? Stranger danger? No, the skin-shifter was smirking like an idiot and ready to follow around the furry one, who obviously knew the city better than her as well, to anywhere and everywhere.
“Yes, I’m ready,” she replied, her face much brighter than it had been moments ago, “Maybe we can…go to that M&M store first?” It was silly, but she’d never been in a shop like that before.
Posted by arrowatch on Apr 17, 2011 17:30:55 GMT -6
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“Yes, I’m ready. Maybe we can…go to that M&M store first?”
Anthony contemplated this for a moment, eye brow raised and smirking at Lydia. He wanted her off kilter, people were always easier to deal with when they weren't at full comfort level.
Opening his mouth, like, he was going to respond, he instead took her by the hand and took off, half dragging her towards the store. Off kilter was best. When they made it to the store, Anthony laughed and let go of her hand.
The store was a flurry of lights, activity. Even this early in the afternoon, or maybe because of the time, people were loud and rambunctious. Colorful music and displays, tvs and PA's.
Oh. And M&M's. Every where. Except, curiously enough, the floor. The floor was immaculate carpet. That's curious.
"Hey, Lydia? Maybe you should get an M&M tattooed over your belly button?" Anthony looked pensively at Lydia.
Lydia was prepared for a unique day with Anthony, she was prepared to see and do things she had not done before. She was prepared to explore a new city. She was not, however, prepared to get dragged by the hand by her new acquaintance-stranger-sortoffriend. First she smirked, and then she grinned, until she finally succumbed to laughter as they entered the shop. A few of the patrons gave the duo odd looks, but eventually resumed whatever they were doing. The whole store was buzzing with sounds, so it wasn’t that strange to hear some younglings making a little noise.
At first, as she took in all of the sights, she was a little dazed. M&Ms everywhere. Absolutely everywhere. On the tables, on the stands, in the displays, in dispensers, they were all over the place. There was no spot or crevice void of the colorful chocolate confections, or their related merchandise. A wide smile stayed on her face as all laughter subsided. She felt like a kid in a candy shop except…literally. It was great.
>> "Hey, Lydia? Maybe you should get an M&M tattooed over your belly button?"
Oh and the giggles were back. The look on Anthony’s face only made her laugh harder. He looked so serious, it was ridiculous. Unless he was being serious. Well, then, the skin-shifter felt sort of bad for her reaction, but the idea of getting that sort of tattoo made her giggle. It was so silly. She wanted something a little meaningful, not something completely random like some sort of candy, no offense to Anthony and his, er, tastes or anything. “Erm, I’ll think about it,” she said, her second fit of laughter winding down. She turned to explore the rest of the store. M&M plushies and pillows, boxers and t-shirts, chocolate and chocolate, she had no idea where to start.
Maybe with the actual candy? She trotted over to the dispensers, a long line of them, each filled with different colored M&Ms. There were way more than the ones contained in the standard pack. There were nozzles to distribute the round chocolates, and bags on the sides to hold them. She touched one of the handles to experiment, turning it, and a stream of green M&Ms spilled out onto the ground. “Oh!" So…that’s what that’s for. She thought slowly. She resisted the urge to facepalm and turned sheepishly. “Um…whoops. Didn’t know that would happen.”
Posted by arrowatch on Apr 28, 2011 20:19:49 GMT -6
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Well, this girl likes to laugh.[/color]
Lydia was giggling about something, and it took a moment for the thought to trickle through distracted nerve pathways. By the time Anthony realized he had made a joke, Lydia had calmed down to a controlled level. “Erm, I’ll think about it." "That's all I could ask for, really." Anthony said to Lydia's back as she began to take a wanderlust and perused the merchandise on display.
And then, she noticed that there were M&M's in the store, and pranced over like only a giddy young girl can. Anthony turned away for a moment, as he watched a woman picking out a shirt (Oh, god, red and splotchy lady, you have more in common with the red one then you imagine.[/color]) and turned back as Lydia lined herself up with a green dispenser. As Anthony registered the impending doom, the voice about to warn her died in his throat.
Shhhhhhclackclackclackmurble
“Oh!" Lydia registered surprise, in a surprisingly cute manner. "Um…whoops. Didn’t know that would happen.”
Head tilted, brow scrunched, and barely suppressing a grin, Anthony looked at Lydia as she looked around guiltily.
"What did you expect to happen?" What else could have happened? Anthony laughed, a slow and rolling chuckle, and glanced at a sales rep, a ways off. The man was rolling his eyes and grinning. Rolling his eyes too, Anthony figured it'd be okay. Cute girls get away with anything. Grabbing a bag, Anthony held it out under the spout, and looked at Lydia. "M'kay, luv, Now is the appropriate time for that."
Oh wow, did Lydia feel like an idiot. This was probably one of her more, if not most, airheaded moments. Anthony was laughing at her too. Great. What had she been thinking? Obviously the handle would unleash the little chocolate candies, what else would it be there for? As she internally berated herself, she glanced at the M&Ms occupying the floor, and then around her. Was she supposed to clean it up or…? But a grin from one of the employees told her she didn’t have to. Lyd felt a little better, but her lips settled into a pout anyway.
>> "M'kay, luv, Now is the appropriate time for that."
Huh? She thought as she turned her head back to the chocolate dispensers and Anthony, who was holding a multicolored bag under the spout of the one she had messed with. The girl stared at the handle warily, its betrayal still fresh in her memory…well, because it had just happened, but still, it stung. Sort of.
Childish glee eventually won out and replaced her pout with a grin. She turned the handle, and this time, bright green M&Ms didn’t spill all over the ground. They spilled into the bag so aptly waiting underneath the spout of the dispenser, and after the bag was about, oh maybe three quarters or so full, she finally turned the nozzle closed. “The green ones are the best,” Lydia said matter-of-factly before grabbing Anthony's hand, much in the same manner as he had grabbed hers before, and tugged him towards the various merchandises on the other side of the store. She wasn’t normally this bubbly and childish, but being around so much candy and candy-related paraphernalia seemed to bring that trait out of her more. I wonder if they make M&M chocolate bunnies…?
