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 Andrew Leroy on Jun 26, 2012 22:51:02 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
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Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
After the debacle that led to the destruction of New York all Drew could think about was getting back to the Mansion. He was worried. It took longer than he liked to get away. It was nearly a full day after the blast before he managed to get away. It was rough going. There was no more quick transit. The best he managed was walking through a few miraculously undamaged subway tunnels. Eventually he came near the mansion around sunset. Being in the neighborhood again after all that death and damage was soothing. Even though he was sure that the rest of the world was swiftly meeting a similar fate as New York.
So far the only thing Drew had seen to bring him down was the sheer chaos and destruction that Kaitlyn's explosion had wrought. Oh he'd been there. He'd been planning to visit Sebastian, Calley, and the rest of the church when it went down and the world went mad shortly after. He'd spent the day between then and now helping out the congregation members that had been caught in the blast. Sure Sebastian called him Styx but that didn't mean he was all that eager for the death that that sobriquet implied. The Horseman of Death, preferred to keep people among the living. In fact it was probably his status as an immortal that had kept him alive during the end.
The reality of surviving the end didn't hit him until he saw the gates. The broken down gates sobered him more than the rest of the landscape of rubble had. This place had been his home just a few short days ago. What on earth had happened to cause this? It looked...horrible. The five minutes it took him to venture past the ruined gates didn't register in Drew's mind. All he saw was the destruction and death. One body, three bodies, ten bodies. He counted each and every one and each body was another reminder that he should be among them.
The body at the top of the stairs was the one that destroyed the composure he'd hung on to.
Maya.
The form of one of his favorite X-Men grew blurry as Drew groped for an un-ruined piece of stair railing to support himself.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jun 26, 2012 23:32:05 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
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Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
Agnes's gardens weren't beautiful anymore. So much of them had been destroyed by the blast and the remains cleared out by Drew. Now in place of the flowers and trees stood graves laid out in haphazard lines. After hours of searching every nook and cranny there hadn't been a living soul left in the place. The door to the Danger Room had stood open when he arrived there. People had been there at some point. There were no bodies there. Now there were no bodies anywhere but in the foyer. The peace with which the former shells of his friends and housemates laid on the floor belied their violent deaths.
The rhythmic sound of a shovel moving earth was the only sound to be heard now. Six feet deep and start again. The digging didn't take the faces out of his mind. Maya came back repeatedly. No chance of that date now even if he did manage to gender swap. After the graves were dug, a long arduous chore, Drew headed up to the offices. He couldn't remember the names of everyone that had died. But he knew the faces and hopefully the paperwork was intact. He dismantled walls, tables, and anything he could find to make the grave markers.
Without a working clock the sun told his time. He'd been at it for a day just digging the graves. Finding the names and making the markers took most of another. He laid them to rest at the end of that second day. Maybe he'd buried Drew with them because he certainly didn't feel quite like Andrew Leroy anymore.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jun 27, 2012 0:03:48 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
1,155
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Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
Styx was the pet name Sebastian had given him. He'd explained one day, after some cajoling, that back in Ancient Greece the gods had sworn oaths on that river and were bound to obey those oaths. It's association with Hades and thereby death only made it an even more fitting name for the Horseman of Death. When he had been given that nickname he'd thought it somewhat silly but had indulged the unicorn, given that the man was responsible for his own immortality and survival. At the time he'd put up with it simply because if the horned horse man wanted to call him something weird in exchange for eternal life and freeing him from those damnable promises to Martin then by all means he could call him Spanky for all he'd cared.
Now on the other hand, now it seemed to fit. Styx, Horseman of Death.
He'd rummaged through the rooms in the mansion. There were still some clothes and what not left. Despite the association with Death however the man didn't look for black clothes or dark clothes. Instead his new wardrobe consisted of whites and tans. A tan trench coat with a hood here. A white shirt and pants there. The combat boots, gloves, and scarf had been scavenged from the dead before he'd buried them. At the time he hadn't thought too much about it other than that they might come in handy. Now they would serve as part of his new outfit and reminders of the failures of his past. The trio of items were the only things in the outfit that weren't tan or white. The boots and gloves were black while the scarf was a dark red. Between the hood on the coat and the scarf over the lower portions of his face no one would see Andrew Leroy in Styx.
With his business at his former home concluded Styx resolved to return to Sebastian. They had a congregation to guide, aid, and protect.
