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 Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 12:33:24 GMT -6
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“Why are we meeting all the way out here?” Hal clutched his Astromoose cup in both hands to warm them up. Their coffee just wasn't as good as the freshly brewed, fair trade stuff at the usual place: Sacred Grounds.
“Sebastian's request,” Arianna pulled her knit scarf a little tighter around her face. There wasn't any snow yet, but that didn't mean the days weren't getting cold.
“Speak of the devil,” DJ indicated with his cup. The immortal, possibly divine, unicorn man was rounding the corner.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 12:33:45 GMT -6
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“Wait, you just... bought a church? Aren't those a little expensive for someone in medical school?” DJ ran is fingers through his hair as he surveyed the front door in disbelief.
“You assumed we'd say yes,” Hal adjusted his glasses.
“Of course we're going to say yes,” Perry crossed his arms and dramatically posed himself, leaning against one of the pillars. He was so certain, after what happened last week, how could the rest of them not be?
“You do realize this building belonged to the church of humanity, right?” Hal crossed his own arms to mirror Perry's.
“It will be a symbol,” the pretty, dark haired religious studies major countered, “If we can remake this church building into something better than it was before, then maybe we can remake anything.” The neighborhood, the city, the country, and, given enough time, maybe even the world.
Arianna cleared her throat, “I did some research. The question asked last week was if we could do it. Can we start our own successful religion? I think we can. The question then becomes, should we?”
“You've really got it all boiled down to three things?” Hal leaned over to peer at her clipboard.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 12:34:01 GMT -6
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Arianna read from her clipboard, “For a church to attract people, it needs to do three things. First, it needs to be meaningful. People aren't going to care about any of the ceremonies and beliefs if what the church is doing doesn't directly impact their lives and their problems. Hunger, poverty, gangs, violence, drugs...”
Hal pointed the volunteers toward the kitchen, “Back here is where we will prepare the food. Make sure everyone washes their hands, wears a hair net, and uses gloves. We expect to feed about 300 hungry people today, and we don't want anyone getting sick.”
He held up a potato peeler with a grin, “Now, I don't suppose anyone with a potato peeling mutation wants to volunteer?” A couple people in the group chuckled. “No? I suppose it's all up to me, then. Halbert Wordsworth, saving the world: one potato at a time!”
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 12:34:42 GMT -6
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Arianna tapped the eraser of her pencil against the next point, “Second, it needs to provide a sense of belonging. People need to make personal connections with the other people at the church. Simply sitting in a pew and listening silently for an hour isn't going to cut it, they need chances to work together in small groups.”
Perry set his electric guitar aside, resting it on the special stand on the stage, pulpit, he supposed was the technical term, and then grabbed the microphone.
“A couple of quick announcements before we continue with the music, first, there is a sign up for anyone interested in joining a small focus group. Depending on your interests, we've got discussion groups, study groups, music groups, worship groups, and action groups. For more information on the activities each group will be involved in, talk to our coordinator, DJ, by the sign up table after the service.
“Next, Hal Wordsworth is in the hospital after being assaulted. Physically he has fully recovered, but his memories are still a little bit shaky. He is in our thoughts. Does anyone have any joys or concerns to share?”
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 12:35:17 GMT -6
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“Third, a church needs to provide people with a chance to develop competence, to improve their skills and abilities and use them for something worthwhile.”
DJ led the group of teens through the park, checklist in hand. He stopped in a clearing, where papers and cans littered the ground.
“This is the spot, everyone! Let's get to work!”
The kids broke off into twos and threes. The humans among them put on gloves and prepared garbage bags. The wind whisperer started using her abilities to blow bits of trash into a big pile. The metal manipulator clenched his hand, crushing cans here and there and sending them flying into recylcing containers. The plastic manipulator put her hand on graffiti decorated park bench and the polymer based spray paint flaked off into a colorful little pile.
Posted by Sebastian on Dec 30, 2011 12:35:34 GMT -6
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“We should do it,” Perry's tone was certain.
“But it's built on a lie,” Hal was not as certain.
DJ was torn, looking from one to the other, biting his lip.
Arianna was the one that tipped the balance, “You're still making your decision based on whether you think Sebastian is a god or not. Instead base it one whether it is right or wrong. In the end, it's impossible for us to know for sure, without a doubt, whether Sebastian's divinity is real or not. If we do this, even if the beliefs are pretend, the good things we can do for this city- that's real. We could feed hungry people, we could clothe them, we could fight against drugs and gang violence. And sitting back on our butts and not doing anything about it when we could be doing so much, that is what seems wrong to me.”
Hal and DJ shared a glance. She was right, of course.
