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.
Posted by faustomartense on Dec 15, 2008 14:39:04 GMT -6
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Internet is a vast network that connects almost anywhere in the world in seconds, the information passes at a dizzying speed, thousands of data are passed from user to user,not only academic information but also pictures, desires, requests,intimate thoughts, philosophical thoughts,revolutionaries thoughts...an endless range of information.
The Internet is a real Pandora's box, like the one in the Greek myth. a Pandora's box contained all the ills,and now almost all individuals or families in the world have the gateway to the Internet. they can access the Pandora's box through an electronic cyclopes connected to many other tools. unfortunately this Cyclopes trapped thousands of people within its endless miles of mazes made up of lies, half truths, hopes and course some knowledge.
Many times internet causes more problems than the ones that solve, the number of languages that are mixed in it occasionally leads to some misunderstanding, nothing to worry about. but sometimes certain words hurt more than a physical blow. The only thing you can see of the other person is locked and encrypted in the endless words and letters he can write, and sometimes words are not choose correctly for the right time, or they are but it have the opposite effect because others cant see the expressions used and without it occur a subtly alteration of the meaning . it is really difficult to ask for forgiveness when you hurt someone with your words on the Internet, Sorry seems incomprehensible on the Internet,is a word without meaning ,obviously Sorry cant be interpreted in all its splendor, but an insult or a bad word used is immediately interpreted as the worst, it is very simple to destroy and very difficult to create. not only on the Internet but in all fields of life.
Nevertheless, the Internet has many followers. since this facilitates communication between people of different countries, religions or races. one can pretend to be what cant be in real life, or he can simply take a new name, a better one . anyway that person enters a world of enormous possibilities that the Internet provides. something simple like creating a blog and write their own ideals or projects or feelings can trigger unpredictable situations.someone may be interested in contact you, because it is interesting or he though that you are foolish enough to accept a reunion with a stranger. these though bounced in his head,in Fausto^s head. and perhaps a thousand things more than that . the mail that he received just said¨ i want you Fausto , i want you for my band. you are all i was looking for, please meet with me in this hotel ¨ a line below appear a direction,it was near central park. and a little below if that showed a single word, obviously the signature of the sender: CIELLE. The appointment was made,Fausto simply had to decide whether to join or not.
Posted by faustomartense on Dec 17, 2008 7:23:08 GMT -6
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The hotel was near Central Park,just a few blocks from the American Museum of Natural History. the construction was really new, but this wasn't prevented it to compete with the oldest and renowned hotels in the area.that hotel didnt have anything to envy to the rest of them, everything was full of luxury from the gate until the crimson carpet that marked the way from the entrance to stairs and elevators.the frames of the doors were made of polished golden metal, could it be made of Gold?
With only a glance he realized he didn't fit in there,his jeans were worn at the knees, the red shirt with crazy strips crossing the surface at all Address, it was not completely horrible but it was not a tuxedo,his long and worn raincoat made more visible the solid wall between the building with luxurious appearance and him . anyway he had to come in, this was the direction that the enigmatic Cielle had given him in that mail.
The Doorman was wearing a nice and neat uniform, his presence was amazing but he seemed a little worried. a mixture between concern and impatience, as if he was looking for somebody and he would afraid to don't see him. when he just saw Fausto advanced toward the door he did a step up to block the entry. ¨Sorry sir but I cant let you pass dressed like that,Our hotel is one of the most prestigious and we must maintain a minimum standard of presence. ¨ the answer didn't wait to come in, Fausto answered quickly,angry and offended. ¨I think that you don't know with who are you talking? you don't know who I am, right? ¨ the Doorman replied quiet, trying not to be aggressive or incorrect with the child. ¨you are right , i don't know who you are ,whats your name ,kid? ¨ ¨Fausto Martense, I have an appointment at this hotel, I am not interested in the politics of this hotel as how people should be dressed ... ¨ The Doorman leap to a conclusion, somewhat alarmed him but he was a bit grateful. ¨Fausto Martens ... ¨ he whispered while He extended his hand to give him a handshake. ¨ you are the mutant that call himself Iron Mouth,right? ¨ Fausto nodded with his head, the sudden change of the Doormen leave him a little confused. ¨ Miss Cielle is waiting in her room,is the room 25 in the second-floor. ¨
Posted by faustomartense on Dec 19, 2008 22:01:55 GMT -6
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¨room 25 on the second floor ... ¨ Fausto murmured while he ascended the stairs to the second floor , he could have gone up by the elevator that seemed made of pure gold but he chose to use the stairs to contemplate the hotel a little more. the beautiful crimson carpet accompanied him on his way,it seemed to reach every door of the hotel, it went up by following the stair traveling for the corridor to each room. the doors didn't show much luxury, not at first glance ...perhaps it could be made of a expensive wood or a hard to find one. at first glance seemed like a common door,that drew the attention of Fausto because it didnt fit with the rest of the place. But watching witha little more careful, the doors had no keyhole. to the right of each door at the height where it should go the keyhole but in the frame was a small card reader and a small button on the side of that,surely a discreet doorbell. Fausto found the room he was looking at the end of the corridor, very close to one of these luxurious golden lifts.
Fausto was pretty nervous, all what he knew was that the person who had sent the mail was a girl, It was easy to guess by the name. he push the doorbell with decision, he only needed to wait.
A pretty young girl but obviously older than him opened the door. she actually seemed like a rock star. A rather attractive punk rocker with shoulder length hair, cropped in a rather messy style. She chooses to wear orange sunglasses to hide her eyes from view. she wear black jeans lead up to a midrif left bare by the shortness of her black top while not overly blatant her top is tight and of the shoulder, allowing plenty of skin to be seen.
¨ My name is Fausto Martense ... ¨ he was really nervous,his face began to blush, he take courage and tried to continue his introduction ¨ i am the amazing ... ¨ Cielle was taller than Fausto , both have the same darker black hair . it looked like they were brother and sister ...she advanced with decision , her moves where graceful and delicate . she put her fingers on his lips to silence him. ¨I already knew your name. we were waiting for you darling .dont waste my precious time . ¨
Posted by faustomartense on Dec 21, 2008 11:00:10 GMT -6
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Cielle made a step to the side and let Fausto to go in first, the room had nothing to envy to the rest of the building. in this particular room seemed much more luxurious than the rest of the building, maybe this would be the presidential suite or something like that. The door was closed at the time that Fausto cross the frame of the door, there was someone else in there sitting around a table but he couldnt focus his sight. the rest of the room seemed vague, he could see the room but he wasnt really interested to see it, the only thing that deserved all his attention . it was a cup of crystal resting on the table.
Not a simple cup of crystal, but one made of the finest crystal that he has seen in his life. Fausto was never a very perceptive one , he never was really good to perceive subtle details in the things or the environment but at that moment every detail of the cup seemed to highlight and anyone watching this cup could get to say that this cup was the very holy grail. the glass was thin, perfectly transparent, the glass seemed finely carved by a skilled craftsman. a golden tiny image could be seen in the cup, it would be the hotel's logo or something else ? something really deep beyond all comprehension? I could not be possible ,it was a simple cup . why that cup generated so much attraction?
His view was entirely directed toward the cup, however,he could still saw the other things in the bedroom in an absent way, he hear that Cielle spoke,he hear her clearly so the cup only alter the sight. she was command someone to break the cup. The action wasn't wait to coming. obviously the command was directed toward the person who was sitting near the table. Fausto didn't saw that the person moved, but the cup began to fall from the table. it seemed to fall into slowmotion, it could appreciate every detail of the cup, he saw clearly every glimmer of light reflected and dancing in the crystalline surface of the cup. until it hit the ground, in a small second the cup was totally destroyed, the hundreds of small pieces were scattered on the floor. The attraction of the cup suddenly disappeared.
Posted by faustomartense on Dec 22, 2008 15:50:14 GMT -6
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At the time the spell ended , yes the spell cuz it could not be otherwise, the rest of the room return to have the importance they deserved, and Fausto could move his sight freely without feeling the incredible attraction of ... of a simple crystal cup made in any machine that will produce millions of copies per day, a cup without any kind of craft work or anything that would make it particularly among a hundred other cups. surely lots of them rest in the deposits of the hotel. Fausto closed and open his eyes a few times trying to focus the light better, he was still confused by that spell that imprisons its sight on a object ,private him of the rest of the room.
A tall guy greeted him without much enthusiasm, he was sitting next to the table that had the cup, he was surely the one that throw the cup to the floor to break the effect. but ... in what time he did? Fausto never saw him move ... ¨ Ishimaru Takumi ¨ the teenager said almost without moving a muscle of the face, facial expressions certainly were not to their liking or perhaps life had been hard enough to erase the smile from his face. Instead of that Fausto responded with a friendly smile, it was about to say his name again but he stopped when he remembered as Cielle touched his lips gently to prevent him to talk , he blushed only for remember it.
Cielle approached by the behind, and took Fausto^s hand and led him to the nearest chair at the table, she also sat. the three formed a triangle in the table, so everyone could see their faces without problems. Cielle was the first that spoke, she broke the silence with his joyful and melodious voice. ¨ as you noticed we are also mutants ¨. The affirmation dindt surprised him at all, obviously the mutants have incredible skills. would mutants have existed in the times of the Inquisition? if so they were surely hunted under the accusation of witchcraft. Now someones hunt mutants, but now they locked them in cells or fields of reclucion deprived of any rights or in the best of the cases they record each mutant name and ability in a registration record, making this mutant ito be recognized, feared and discriminated around the world. the fire of Inquisition was better than that ...
she continued ... ¨ We read your blog the other day, we are looking for a singer for our band. I am a drummer and Takumi is very good at what he does, he is a guitarist.¨ she dedicated a wink to Takumi and he blushed almost immediately. Takumi tried to hide his expression into a forced yawn. just after ended, he yawned again but this time he seemed much more natural. ¨And what i have to do with a band of ... ? Fausto didnt need much time to realize that gender would interpret the band. Takumi and Cielle had written in his entire image that would be a rock band or punk rock band. Cielle seemed a bit offended ¨dont make me repeat things, like I said before we need a singer ¨ ¨ i already heard that before, but I mean that it will not be a singer. I was never interested in being a singer.¨ Fausto answered a little uncomfortable waiting for Cielle answer . ¨ a singer needs more than a good voice, I can pay the best vocalists to learn to modulate the voice and sing quite well but there are things you can not learn and those are all things that you have . you have style, the neccesary imprudence or courage to rebel and show proudly that you are a mutant, and that's what we need. ¨
Cielle stares at Fausto with the hope that this explanation was sufficient for him. But it wasnt like that. Fausto was staying waiting for something else more ... what is a idealist teenager looking for ? money? fame? the answer wasnt wait to come in . This time Takumi was who spoke . he seemed a little angry, as if speaking used a needless expenditure of energy. despite that he talked so calmly. ¨We want to create a revolution, we want each mutant in this world to break the chains of oppression . we do not want to eliminate humanity, we simply want to have rights, we want to enjoy the same laws as the rest of humanity, we want to walk without fear that people shout the word Mutant.¨ Fausto grin with a big smile to Cielle and Takumi . ¨ Ok . It's the same thing that I'm looking for ... lets make the revolution ¨
