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.
It was not the most beautiful thing Slate had ever seen. That would be an insult to it: it was a plain thing, a simple thing. It happened in a million ways, all over the world. It had no pretensions. It expected no attention, and called none to itself: it simply was. That was what made it so beautiful.
Slate was crouched in the last of February’s snow. He had his back to the path, four feet away. Little clouds of misty white puffed out above his new red scarf; his hands, tucked into gray mittens, where resting on his knees. His eyes were riveted to the ground in front of him: to the lingering white snow as it melted in the gentle sunlight, to the slight shadow struggling to rise from it. White still capped its head, and bowed its back, yet it continued. The sprig of green continued, oblivious to its watcher. Slate himself was content to simply watch. With a flick of his hand, he could have freed it from the snow. It would be a very human thing to do. Impatient.
Slate had no lack of patience. The little blade of green would succeed, with or without him; it would live its life, with or without him. The snow would fall from its top, and it would grow. Winter would turn to Spring, Spring to Summer; it would be here, long after he had left.
There was a simple joy, in sharing that life with it for a time. He felt content, and happy; fulfilled, to be doing nothing more than this.
Posted by Kealey Shinbo on Feb 27, 2010 0:30:01 GMT -6
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There was something about the brisk air as Winter started to loosen its grasp and give way to spring that made Kealey Quinn feel alive. She’d taken to walks in the park on mornings like this when the sun showed its face to the quickly shrinking blanket of white that had recently covered Central Park. They were on the cusp on the turning point, where winter’s snowy white would give way to stretches of green that almost looked out of place in the urban jungle that was New York City. Kealey loved it, every moment of it. Something about the pure natural feeling in the changing of the seasons harkened to her upbringing in the rural and rolling hills of Ireland. So she was already in an uplifted and earthy mood when she stumbled upon the watcher and his blade of grass.
There were times when being an empath had weighed heavily on Kealey Quinn’s shoulders. Knowing things a person didn’t necessarily know about themselves had a way of complicating situations that sometimes would have been far easier to deal with in other, more traditional, circumstances. This wasn’t one of those times though. No, this was a delight, to stumble upon a person so full of fascination and happiness. Kealey was drawn to him like a moth to flame.
Details were lost on the blond as she veered from her side of the path to come up alongside the young man. (Not that Kealey had noticed anything about him beyond his emotional sate.) Down she went, on her knees, the hard and chilly pavement not even bothering her as her eyes sought out what it was that had him so fascinated. Blue eyes fell on the simple blade of grass and it was all so clear.
The way the grass struggled, pushing its green little head through what must have seemed like mountains of snow. It was so close now, and it was as if the sun were urging it on in its battle against the finger hold that winter still seemed to have. Kealey watched it and let out a happy sigh, simply bathing in the simple beauty of the thing, and the feelings of the young man next to her. They were even warmer than the sun.
No words were spoken. No words needed to be spoken. Life was happening here, and it was amazing.
A bead of water formed under the blade's white cap, and rolled to its tip. It lingered there, weighing the green head down, too small yet to fall. A perfect reflection hung fluidly over its surface: the world in miniature.
Someone jogged past, in blue pants. Then a dog, and his man. A woman was sitting next to him. Slate was not sure when she had arrived, but it seemed that he'd already known she was there. Sitting so close together, their bodies warmed the space between them. He could feel her. It was nice.
A small smile briefly touched Slate's lips, and was held in the bead: then, with a sudden flick, the bead dropped. The grass stood a little straighter, its white cap a little smaller.
