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 raynknight on Jul 26, 2009 12:35:20 GMT -6
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Tythan stepped into the large shopping mall, and immediately groaned, a pained expression upon his face. He'd actually been groaning a lot since he'd left the mansion. First when he got on the bus and witnessed a wonderful crowd of people he didn't know. Then, when the bus got stuck in traffic, and he inwardly vowed to take the subway from then on whenever he came back into the city...if he ever came back into the city. A third groan escaped from his mouth when he stepped off of the bus and into the mass of people stampeding through the streets. And now as he stepped into the mall, as he faced the prospect of shopping. Actually, that wasn't true, he tended to enjoy shopping, but that was back in the tiny malls he'd grown up around in rural Saskatchewan. The biggest mall he'd been too was a third the size of this one. In any case, he had to do it. He couldn't keep on going with the few items of clothing he owned. He'd been doing laundry far too often.
Tythan had left the mansion that morning at 9:30, it was now 11:00. He'd have to do as much as he could in one hour and then head to the food court. Already his stomach had begun to growl. Thankfully his parents had just sent him some money to buy whatever he needed. Thankfully they'd understood about his running away. They desperately wanted him to come back, but they knew that he had a better chance where he was. They'd even mentioned coming out to visit him sometime. In any case, they'd accepted the fact that he was there, and were willing to go with it. Naturally, they gave him way to much money, but that was the way they were and he loved them for it. He probably should have come with someone, but it seemed to be a rather lazy Saturday at the mansion, and he didn't want to bother anyone. Plus, should he find any kind of trouble, his ability could help out there, if it worked. And if not, he'd probably trip while running away and end up merging anyway.
He finally bolstered up his courage and stepped into the writhing mass of new york shoppers. All he needed was one good [cheap] clothing store. That was it, and he could be out of there. Oh, he also needed shoes....and a new notebook...and a haircut [his hair was beginning to exit the rats nest stage and verge upon nuclear disaster.]... He sighed and headed up the escalator. It was going to be a long day...
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Finally, Tythan thought as he headed out of the stationary store with his finaly purchases. It was all over and he could go home. He was now juggling three bags, and a half eaten sandwich. He'd never bought this many things on a single trip in his entire life. He couldn't figure out how girls did it. It could be tricky carrying it all home on the subway. he'd have to try and stuff it all into one bag. Not the sandwich of course, he'd saved that in case he got hungry later. He'd lost his appetite by the time he had finished only that first hour. As he headed for the escalator again, he spotted a store out of the corner of his eye that caused his head to turn with a jerk that thankfully didn't hurt his neck that much. A music store. He'd been half-consciously looking for one the whole day. He looked at his watch. Another of his many purchases. It was already 2:00. He should probably be heading back, and he didn't want to spend another minute among so many people, but the gleaming black Grand Piano's called to him, and he couldn't resist just taking a peek. He still had plenty of funds left, he could maybe even buy some music to play. He hadn't played in so long.
He stepped into the store as if in a dream. So many pianos, it was beautiful. He stuffed all his bags into the largest one with some difficulty, [It now looked like he was carrying several pumpkins around, but it was much easier to handle] and scurried over to the shelves of classical music. So much music, so much black and white. So much...heaven.
Posted by raynknight on Aug 6, 2009 11:54:17 GMT -6
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Tythan checked his watch. It was now 3:18. If he wanted to eat dinner at the mansion, he had to be going. He pried himself away from the shelves taking four books with him. Chopin Nocturnes, Rachmaninoff's Prelude in C# minor, Royal Conservatory Gr. 10, and as much as he hated it, Bach's Well Tempered Clavier Bk. 1. He needed the technique, even if he coudn't stand practicing it. He headed over to the counter to buy them. In total it amounted to $74.96. At least he had found a good use for the money his parents had sent him. He was just beginning to realize how much it was. He still had about $100 left. He shook his head. His parents weren't that wealthy, but they enjoyed spoiling all four of their children, even if it meant cutting costs elsewhere in the budget.
As he headed to leave the store Tythan caught a glimpse of color on the counter. It was a flyer advertising a music contest. He picked up the top flyer from the stack and held it in his hands like it was gold. It was an open contest, with a $50 entrance fee. The prizes included a trophy, gift certificates [one was most likely to this store, hence the flyer.], and a master class.
Tythan practically bolted from the store. He had to get back. The date of the contest was only one month away. If he had any chance of even placing in the top 10, he had to start practicing immediately.
Posted by vampyremage on Aug 7, 2009 13:04:28 GMT -6
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Meld was frustrated with everything in her life. Everything seemed to be in turmoil, between her recent discovery that she was every bit the monster she feared to one day become, the horrific events of KP and her less than appealing encounter with Nexus, not to mention her numerous run-ins with the police recently. Nothing seemed to be working out the way she wanted it to lately. Everything was going to hell and she had no idea what she was supposed to do about it nor did she precisely know when and where everything had gone so horribly wrong. Of if it had, in actuality, gone wrong at all.
Aura had told her that there was nothing wrong with enjoying the pain of others so long as she didn't let it interfere with her tasks, and she had yet to do that nor did she intend to do so. Her cause remained the center of her life and the only thing that really mattered, everything else including her recently joyful horrific discovery of the love of pain and power remained secondary to her cause. And in the furthement of that cause there would always be more targets, more people to torture and kill. Still, even with all the justifications in the world there was that voice in the back of her head that she couldn't quite silence that said it was wrong and that it made her an evil person. Wehter or not that voice was because of Nexus entirely or only partially was impossible to say, but the very fact that that was in doubt made Meld incredibly angry. His day would come, she vowed it to herself. It would come and when it did her retribution would be bloody and horrible.
So conflicted was Meld that she couldn't even sit down and properly concentrating on the crafting of her tail. It was, she knew, coming along quite well. She had finished the first stage of planning, the sketches were complete and sitting on her desk waiting for the second stage to begin. That is what she had been trying to do, beginning the prototype carving of the tail, when she abruptly stood up in disgust. She simply couldn't concentrate and if she was unable to put forth her best effort then it just wasn't worth it.
With thoughts of distracting herself and calming herself down, Meld left the golden doors of Sanctuary and decided on going to the nearby mall. There would be people around there, a lot of people, and she was feeling in just the sort of mood where it would be dangerous for her to be around lots of people. But she also knew that she wanted to be dangerous, she wanted to feel their skin under her claws, she wanted to see their beautiful red blood flowing down their pale fragile bodies. She wanted to smell their fear and taste their sweat as she stalked and killed. And most of all she wanted to hear their screams. She only hoped that some foolish human would oblige her and give her the excuse she needed to impale and cut and get out all of her pent up aggression. Resolutely she ignored the voice in her head that recoiled at the very thought of killing without provocation. If she was a monster than so be it. And it wasn't her voice anyway, it was the voice of the traitorous Nexus.
Posted by raynknight on Aug 7, 2009 14:11:38 GMT -6
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Tythan darted through the other shoppers, just barely avoiding a few collisions. It probably wasn't that odd for them, they probably saw people rushing like this every day...at least he hoped so. If not, he'd probably be called in by security or something. That couldn't be good at all. He stepped onto an escalator and began hurrying down it. Until he caught up to the person in front of him, and had to wait impatiently as the staircase inched along to the main floor.
After what seemed like an eternity, though it couldn't have been more than a minute, Tythan stepped onto the ground and headed for the exit. As he continued his trek amidst what seemed to be the entire population of New York, he couldn't help but slip into his old habit of people watching. He'd always been that way. Then again, his whole family was like that. Whenever they were at restaurants, half their time was spent in silence just subconciously watching everyone in the room. Trying to pick up on moods and reasons for being there. It really was pointless, but it filled the time. A girl stumbled along gripping tenaciously to a fathers hand, in order to keep from drowning in the crowd, while at the same time, digging here heels in. Apparently she was here to buy a new dress or something. Tythan's sister had been the same way...supposedly. He'd been to young to remember. She was a tomboy through and through, dresses were the equivalent of death.
As he neared the entrance, Tythan slowed to a walk, as their was a higher concentration of shoppers here. He noticed a boy slightly younger than himself lagging behind his mother, clearly not wanting to be seen with her. Some tourists walked in and looked around at the size of the mall as Tythan had done nearly 5 hours ago. Apparently they were visiting from a place a little smaller than New York.
All of a sudden a stir arose in the crowd ahead of him, and it began to part ever so slightly to avoid someone who had just walked in. Tythan, directed his attention at whatever had caused the commotion [although it could hardly be called that. These people clearly didn't want to draw attention to themselves by saying anything.]. A woman strode through the middle of that crowd. A woman with a sour look on her face as if she had just eaten a lemon...or a bunch of lemons at that. But her face was hardly what had caused the anxiety. She had hands of steel with claws jutting out of them, feet the same, as if from a dragon or some other mythical creature. Her right eye glowed green and it was clearly not natural. All in all, it was pretty safe to assume that she was a mutant and didn't care who knew it.
Posted by vampyremage on Aug 8, 2009 15:23:24 GMT -6
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As always, when Meld moved through the crowd the crowd parted for her. It was something she was used and something she was usually thankful for. It had been such a long time since she had to go through the nightmare of fighting through a crowd that she couldn't help but take it a little bit for granted. People feared her, they feared the very sight of her and that sense of power was more than a little bit intoxicating. She smiled darkly to herself. They had very good reasons to fear her.
A thrill of joy went through Meld at the thought of the power that she possessed, without even trying to. It wasn't the power of a mutant, at least not directly. It wasn't the power of destruction and death, it was the power of intimidation and fear. And, as she thought about it now, she realized that's the sort of power she craved. It wasn't the actual pain that she gave others that caused her so much joy nor was it the snuffing out of their pitiful fragile lives, it was the the fear that she caused them. Fear was where the true power lay, with enough fear you could make someone do anything. It wasn't the pain, it was the fear that the pain created that was so intoxicating.; the fear and the power. The pain was just a means to an end. And what an end it was.
Meld made no move to actually harm anyone around her. Despite her less than exemplary mood an encounter with the police was likely to only make things worse for her. Instead she contented herself with staring down anyone with enough bravery or enough stupidity to actually look her in the eye. Those individuals were few and far between and even the few that did manage to hold her gaze for a moment invariably looked away in a short amount of time. It was a satisfying experience in its own right but it wasn't enough. There was no challenge in it and more than that, the fear elicited was minor at best. The people around here believed, wrongly, that they were safe so long as they remained within the crowd. Little did they know that she had it within her power to turn on them at any moment and mutilate their bodies should she so choose to do so. She sighed, wishing she could do just that. But no. She had vowed that she wouldn't indulge her darker urges without good reason and that reason must have to do with her cause and to attack random people in the street now would do far more harm than good.
Unexpectedly Meld caught the eye of an individual who didn't simply look away in fear of her. She smiled at him although her smile held no warmth and the expression did not reach her eyes at all. Her capacity to even feel warmth and any other human emotion was gradually being eroded by the constant acts of evil that she did for her cause. Perhaps one day she would no longer feel at all and perhaps that would be a good thing. She wasn't sure but she knew that day, if nothing changed, was approaching.
Posted by raynknight on Aug 9, 2009 13:04:54 GMT -6
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The woman offered him a smile, though it could hardly be called friendly. It was more of a just-step-out-of-the-way smile, or maybe a what-you-looking-at-punk smile. In any case, it was definitely not warm. Actually that was more of an understatement, it was more like a block of ice falling from the sky onto his head. He inwardly cringed at it. It was amazing how a simple smile could be used in such a uncharacteristic way. Still, Tythan held her gaze, he'd done enough people watching in his life that he could read people pretty well. Her eyes, though the warmth from the smile wasn't there, still held plenty of emotion. A smoldering, locked away hurt that maybe she didn't even know was there. She was a wanderer too, though how Tythan knew this, he didn't know. It was just there. She'd left home too.
Tythan doubted he could compare his situation to hers, his parents were almost overly enthusiastic about accepting the fact he had left, but he still knew that feeling of leaving home and striking out on his own. He could at least try and start a conversation. What am i thinking? he thought. I have no idea who she is, besides that shes a mutant. She definitely doesn't look like the person who'd appreciate a complete stranger coming up and asking about her deep internal troubles, and beyond that, she sort of creeps me out! Still, Tythan felt almost morally obligated to talk to her, and if went over badly...well he could run pretty fast, and could merge pretty consistently by now.
He stepped past the last few members of the crowd and headed over to this person, whoever she was. Unfortunately, he found himself directly in the path of another harried shopper running to the door. The startled look on the shoppers face was all he saw before he was slammed to the ground, somehow holding on to his packages. He turned to apologize to the other member of the collision, but he'd already hoisted himself to his feet, dusted himself off, and was heading for the entrance again, casting a disgusted look behind him. Tythan considered just lying on the ground for awhile, not wanting to fully face the pain that had arisen to his side. The crowd had hardly noticed anyway. How do these people survive at that pace 24/7? He thought. Still, he couldn't just lay on the ground, someone was bound to notice. He struggled to his feet, groaned at the pain, and turned toward the door. The other mutant was proably gone by then anyways.
Posted by vampyremage on Aug 9, 2009 16:28:30 GMT -6
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Meld continued to watch the stranger who had so brashly caught her gaze and held it, wondering what it was he would do next. Would he lower his gaze like every other weak and foolish human she had seen or would he continue to hold it? Then he did a most unexpected thing and actually began walking towards her and Meld smiled all the broader. There were very few people that would meet and hold her gaze, let alone actually approach her of their own free will and of those that would all were mutants. Or at least, all who didn't approach her to try and kill her were mutants and this individual didn't seem to be blatantly murderous. One never knew for certain, of course, but it was a good guess that he was a mutant.
Meld stood there, patiently waiting for him to make his way to her when she saw one of the many humans milling about knock him to the ground and walk off, with not even an apology for being so inconsiderate. She growled softly to herself in anger. Even if the stranger was only a human she would be annoyed by such rude behavior but if, as she suspected, he was a mutant, that made the transgression all the worse. Humans should be able to recognize their betters and should treat them with at least a basic level of respect.
Reigning in her more violent impulses, she began walking towards the stranger, making it to him just as he had regained his feet. It had been her experience that not all mutants were as comfortable with violence as she was and sometimes reacting with violence only tended to make things worse. She was trying to broaden the skills in which she employed to help the mutant cause. "Some people can be so rude," Meld said casually to the stranger before her. She nodded in his direction.
Posted by raynknight on Aug 10, 2009 14:02:41 GMT -6
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"Some people can be so rude." Tythan turned at the voice. It was the other mutant. Apparently she hadn't gone on as he had thought. "Huh? Oh, yeah, i guess. But he probably had a good reason for going so fast." Tythan replied, but inside he hardly could believe that there was ever a reason to make someone move so fast and not even bother to acknowledge someone who they'd just ran into. Just like that, he found himself focusing on the pace of life here. Maybe it wasn't such a good fit for him. No, this is where i need to be. Maybe it'll be a little better after my parents come to visit. Then they'd know more what its like. Suddenly realizing that he'd been lost in his own train of thought, he turned to the other mutant and offered his hand "Hi, I'm Tythan."
