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 Cheshire on Jul 12, 2007 20:14:35 GMT -6
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Calley
A fact of life: Calley was easy to buy off. It was true; he was. And just ‘cause a certain Scary Boss Man had put an explosive collar on him, amidst other traumatizing things, didn’t mean Calley hadn’t taken a curious look at that bank account the Scary Man had set up for him and gone into minor shock. Happy shock. I’ve-been-bought shock.
A question: what does a seventeen year old do when he finds himself in possession of quite a sum of cash?
Two things.
One, buy a high quality fake ID.
Two, try and convince the bartender it was real, despite all evidence to the contrary.
So here he was, sitting at a bar, looking up at the grumpy man who was looking down at him. Then looking at his ID. Then looking back down at him. Calley did his best to look mature. It would have helped if he was in a group—a group that looked a little less questionably-legal than he did. It would have been great if someone could vouch for him. But it was a little late now. So he sat at the bar... and waited.
Dakota entered the bar. It was pretty shabby and run-down. That was perfect. He didn't want to be recognized. He walked to the bar-counter and sat down. Beside him was a man, obviously under-age, that was trying to get alcohol. He was probably using a fake ID. Dakota looked at the man . He was wearing a collar with a bell. That was odd, Hunter had mentioned a member who wore that as a safety precaution. Dakota decided to risk an introduction. He leaned over and whispered into the Minor's ear. "Nod if you know Mr.Antonescu. If you do, we are allies."
Posted by Cheshire on Jul 12, 2007 20:22:11 GMT -6
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Calley
Calley glanced at the man out of the corner of his eye. The bar didn't have the best lighting, but was it... the mafia wanna-be man from Doc Jimmy's lovely infirmary? Judging by that little whisper, Calley was willing to bet money on it. And he had quite a lot of money to bet.
Dakota saw the nod and turned to the bartender. "He's with me." Dakota said coldly. The bartender nodded. "What do you want sir?" The Bartender asked. "Red Wine." Dakota simply said. The bartender then turned to Calley. "And you?"
Terrance arrived at the bar, coming to the door of it and going inside. He had chosen a random bar just because at this point of time he needed a drink. And fast. His mouth had become very dry and his throat ached for something fierce. He quickly wen up to the bar, waving down the barkeeper. "Barkeep! Brew. Anythin'." He called, tossing down a ten dollar bill. The barkeeper seemed busy with other people at the time but soon aknoledged Terran giving him a nod. Terran grabbed a seat, quickly scanning the faces of the people in the bar. It seemed that people were slowly filing in. ::Grea' It's gonna be noisy...::He thought glumly. He reached for his Zippo lighter and a pack of marlboro ciggerettes in his jacket pocket. He began to cup his hands to light it when the barkeeper slid his drink on the counter towards him, scooping the cash as he did so. Terran eyed the glass greedily, forgetting the ciggerette and gulping down a large sum of his beer.
Posted by Cheshire on Jul 12, 2007 20:33:57 GMT -6
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Calley
Calley sat frozen. What did he want? A better question: what drinks did he know the names of? He was saved from the Barkeep's gaze by the next man to walk in. Calley hooked a thumb at the guy. "I'll have what he's havin'. And make it a double." He'd always thought that sounded cool. He turned to the new guy. "Hey," he greeted.
Dakota saw a nam walk into the bar. No, actually he heard a man walk into the bar. The man was obviously ignorant because he walked in hollering to the bartender. Dakota decided to let it go. When the bartender gave him his Red Wine he didn't ask for money. The Tender knew who Dakota's father was and knew better than to start askin for money.
Terran finished his beer. His throat felt slighly better but..not just yet. ::Damn..still thirsty..::He was about to wave the barkeeper down again when he was greeted by an unfamilar voice. Terran lowered his hand, peering over his shoulder to the young man. ::Odd...INn 'e a bi' young ta be 'ere?:: He asked himself. "Can I 'elp ya?" He replied, unsure of the collared youth. He stared back towards his ciggerette, letting it hang from his lips. Then trying to retrieve his lighter that had fallen to his feet.
Isabel had never been to a bar before, she had never even had anything stronger to drink than a glass of wine or champagne. But, tonight she was out on the town and she'd decided it might be fun to go to a bar and just kick back and have a good time. Fortunately she'd taken the time to get a fake ID at one point in time. It was also fortunate that she was a female. People seemed to be slightly more lenient to the girls, especially girls in plaid skirts and cute green bows.
Leisurely sliding into one of the stools at the bar she asked the tender for a screwdriver; a vodka and orange juice. It was one of the only names she knew for a drink, and she'd wanted to try it anyways. With barely any look of apprehension of nervousness, she produced the ID, laying it down on the counter as if she'd done it dozens of times, along with some 'borrowed' money for the drink. People are surprisingly easy to pickpocket these days, which just made her life all the easier. Isabel was thrilled when the drink was set in front of her, th tender seeming to pay her very little attention, or rather payed little attention to the ID and the fact that she didn't exactly look twenty one. Oh, the perks of being a girl.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Cheshire on Jul 12, 2007 20:54:25 GMT -6
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Calley
"Can I 'elp ya?" The new guy was asking. The surprisingly intimidating new guy, now that Calley stopped to look at him.
Calley took a sip of his beer--his "double" beer--and was saved from actually answering by the sudden coughing fit he went into. His Isabel had just walked in and sat down on the other side of the slightly-intimidating-guy. Lovely green bow and all. His beer took the opportunity to try and choke him.
Calley wheezed and set his glass down, rather annoyed to hear his little bell tinking along cheerfully as he tried not to drown. He finally answered the guy: "Naw, not really. Just a good night to get drunk in company. I guess." Yeah, there was no way Issie was going to recognize him. But that didn't change the fact that he suddenly really wanted his drink. He picked it up again, and downed it. "'Nother, please." He asked the Barkeep, still coughing slightly.
Dakota saw a girl walk in. She too was obviously under-age. Dakota didn't say anything. He saw the bartender serve her and chuckled to himself. What an idiot this man was. He then turned to the man with the beer that was talking to Calley. "He was just sayin Hi. Got a problem with that?" Dakota said this with a commanding tone and followed it by silently absorbing some of the guy's energy. He would feel suddenly tired.
He then turned to the man with the beer that was talking to Calley. "He was just sayin Hi. Got a problem with that?" Dakota said this with a commanding tone.
Terran blinked. His eyelids seemed to droop slightly. ::Wha' the 'ell..too early fer me ta get all tired..:: He thought alarmed. "No." He said to the man who had defended for the younger one.
He chuckled inwardly, when he noticed that the boy was struggling not to choke on his drink. It amused him deeply, for some strange reason. Terran lit his ciggerette, inhaling deeply. This is what he needed. A dose of nicotine and alchohol would calm his nerves nicely. Terran ordered another drink, one afer the other, not feeling any hint of being drunk yet. It would take a while before that happened though. When he was drunk, he was DRUNK. Terran grabbed his new drink, gulping it down. From the corner of his eye he could see a young girl sitting somewhat near him. ::Geez, they sure star' young...:: He thought. He watched her for a moment, then went back to his drink and lighting a another ciggerette
Posted by Cheshire on Jul 12, 2007 21:07:40 GMT -6
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Calley
Calley wasn't exactly well versed on his fellow teammates, but since mafia guy was sitting on his right side--that is, the side opposite the direction his Isabel was sitting in--Calley decided this was a stunning opportunity to get acquainted. He turned to the guy. "Hey, thanks for vouchin' for me." His second round arrived; he promptly set to downing it. No, he wasn't nervous. And no, Issie didn't know he was human. But how could he turn up at the Sanctuary as a cat with a collar now that she'd seen the boy at the bar with the collar? Gah! He was ordering round three before he'd even finished speaking with the mafia guy. "Sorry; can't say I remember your name. That day was... pretty crazy." Understatement. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Calley, in case you forgot." And in case mafia guy couldn't just read it off of his tag. Stupid collar.
Dakota heard the man's answer. "Good." he said. He then turned to Calley. He shook his hand. "I'm Dakota. You can call me that or Parasite." He then looked to Calley's left. There was a young girl drinking. "Barkeep, exchange what the girl has for some red wine. We don't want her to start off with the strong stuff, it looks like her first time drinking."
Isabel looked over to the side as some kid started coughing up his drink, giving him a slightly confused look. The kid was wearing a collar, too. That was odd to say the least, but hey, to each his own, she wouldn't say anything about his choice in accessories. "Slow down with those drinks, kid. Your lungs will thank you," she commented with a little grin. He was practically inhaling his drinks, chances are if he kept choking on them like that half of it would end up sliding down his airway. That didn't sound like a whole lot of fun.
She looked up as the bartender approached her once again, taking away the drink she'd ordered and replacing it with what looked like a red wine. What the hell? She gave a slight sigh of irritation as she looked sullenly at her new glass. So much for expanding her horizons and trying new things. She looked over at the guy who apparently had sent the order to the tender, quirking a brow at him, before simply picking up the glass and taking a sip of the wine. Whatever, alcohol was alcohol. Getting upset over it wouldn't solve a damn thing.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
