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.
Lydia was going crazy. Or at least she thought she was. All week she’d been feeling paranoid, jumpy. She felt as if someone was watching her. It was driving her up the wall. She attributed it to the suddenly copious amount of time she spent alone. Even though she had apparently lived there once, she had trouble adjusting to and socializing with the other Sanctuary residents. While some had greeted her warmly, she couldn’t find herself opening up to them. Some of them were just so…criminal.
To say it plainly, they were ruffians, crooks, delinquents. Not people she’d expect to associate with, least of all befriend. And although she’d tried to play along, they quickly saw through and backed off. And thus, Dia was alone (which wasn’t completely a bad thing).
The Sanctuary was, in all honesty, a bit run-down and dilapidated. Her room had remained empty and unattended during her absence for as much as she could tell, which was nice because she still had personal items she could use. But at the same time, no one had bothered to keep the dust bunnies and rats (shudder) away. The night she arrived, she had quite the time cleaning up the place...
It was gross.
She still twitched at the thought of it.
To escape the boredom and uncleanliness, she found herself going for many walks through the neighborhood, mostly during the daytime, when the crime rate was lower. But lately, Lyd had been feeling her hairs stand on end more and more, even as she traversed new paths in new neighborhoods. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was tailing her.
She was so wrapped up in her paranoia that she did not notice the taut leash in front of her, nor did she notice the dog and owner on either side of said leash.
Posted by Verdigris on Dec 4, 2011 23:52:46 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Verdy had decided to go for a walk. Not just a walk-around-the-front-lawn type walk, nor a walk-to-the-nearest-coffee-shop-and-stop. This was a walk of epicosity, she and Jack were going to walk all the way into the city, possibly around it, then back again. Thus far it had been cold and tiring, and they were only in the into-the-city part. Briefly it crossed her mind that she probably should have started with a smaller walk, and worked her way up to something more of this magnitude. It was too late now, though, and as she followed her tail-wagging companion along a footpath she didn’t quite recognise she pondered.
She pondered all kinds of things, who she knew well enough to buy Christmas gifts for, whether she was interested in the carols by candlelight advertised on lampposts and pinboards (it really just sounded a bit cold, and dangerous to be out in the middle of the night with paper clutched close to open flames, but to each their own) among other more mundane things such as work and school. It was not unpleasant, and she found herself content to simply follow Jack as he wandered here and there, smelling trails across the cold ground.
She did see the young woman in front of her coming towards her, and she shifted out of her way, so that they wouldn’t collide. Unfortunately she didn’t account for the lead she was holding loosely in her hand, so used to letting Jack run free around the mansion grounds was she. The young woman didn’t see the lead either, and it wasn’t until she went pitching forward with a cry, Jack lead flying out of Verdy’s hand, that Verdy realised what had happened.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, are you alright?”
She bent down to offer a hand to the sprawled lady as Jack snuffled at her worriedly, his leash still wound tightly around her ankles.
She was greeted with a worried female voice and the sniffling of a small dog. “Yeah, just a little bruised,” she replied, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and pain, “It’s my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going…” She quickly tried to push herself up, only to fall back down. Ouch, again.
The leash had managed to wrap around her ankles, dashing her hopes of making a quick getaway. The constant movement of the dog was not helping, either.
“Um…it looks like I’m a little stuck here.” This is so awkward… Lydia sat up and tried to tug the rope off of her legs and pull her feet free, but to no avail. She ignored the snickering of a few passersby and the general stares.
When embarrassed, make small talk. “Cute dog, by the way.” The removal of the dog’s leash would be very helpful now.
Posted by Verdigris on Dec 21, 2011 3:27:35 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
512
0
May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
The woman was claiming herself at fault in the situation, and struggling with an impressive ankle tangle, made worse by Jack’s confused antics as he attempted to free himself. Verdy tried to soothe him into stillness as the woman worked to free her feet to no avail. Some people passing found their confusion amusing, not bothering to conceal their snickers at the mess. Others were less rude, merely side-stepping the tangle of girls and dog without interest or involvement.
“Cute dog, by the way.”
Verdy glanced up with a smile from where she had a firm hold of Jack’s collar. The dog had stopped his squirming and was grinning at the woman on the ground, his tail sweeping widely side to side at the thought of a potential new friend.
“Thanks, sorry about this mess, it’s been a while since we walked with a lead and we’ve gotten used to walking our separate ways.”
She unclipped the buckle on the collar, letting the leash fall to the ground so the woman could unwind it from about her ankles without worrying about the dog attached. Jack was well behaved enough that her iron grip was uneccesary, still if someone noticed an unleashed dog there could be complaints, and it was always easier to avoid conflict with official personnel.
The stranger was kind, as evidenced by her smile and general manner. Lydia wondered where or how the other girl could possibly walk her dog without a leash. New York City was such a crowded, bustling place, it seemed improbable that the pair could do so without losing each other.
“Oh it’s alright,” the teenager replied as she tried tugging at the strap some more. The dog’s stillness was helping, but she still couldn’t seem to get through a few a knots. When the leash was unattached from the dog completely, that’s when Lydia found purchase. She slipped the newly free end of the leash through loops and finally disentangled herself after another minute or two of fiddling. All the while, the woman waited patiently with her eager little companion.
Free at last! She got up and handed the tricky lead back to the stranger, brushing stray dust and street debris off of her jeans. She noticed a particularly tender bruise forming on her left thigh, one of the places she had fallen on first, and winced slightly when she poked it. Not the best idea. She recovered quickly, turning her attention back to the stranger.
She smiled and proceeded with pleasantries, “Well, that was a struggle. My name’s Lydia. What’s yours?” The girl motioned to both the woman and her dog.
