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.
~~~"This is cloth, I can't control cloth." “So you say.”
~~~"That's whats been making me tired. I haven't had sleep in the last two days because of been working on projects those clients are after
The vampire leaned down and reeled a bit as he did so from his lack depth perception. “ So you have been losing sleep for money…from humans?” the disbelief and the disgust framed around the word humans hung in the air for a moment.
The slightest step forward. “I could make it so you never had to stay up late again, rain diamonds into those pale, soft and unjustly calloused hands. He’d spotted the rough spot where pen or pencil had slaved over the sketch pad. He inched closer the…the spider to the fly.
To sample this blood that Hunter had torn him away from… would he be able to stop himself? Would he want to another step would tell him. Diamonds began to fall like tiny drops of rain from just above Kitra towards her hands a distraction…perhaps a deadly one?
“ So you have been losing sleep for money…from humans?” the disbelief and the disgust framed around the word humans hung in the air for a moment.
The slightest step forward. “I could make it so you never had to stay up late again, rain diamonds into those pale, soft and unjustly calloused hands."
Kitra eyed him wearily and blinked as he did just what he said, rain diamonds. Mind you they were cute tiny ones, but still, they were diamonds nonetheless. She had noted Zelek inching closer and chose to ignore it for the moment. Kitra spoke softly, "Depth perception a bit off eh? And I like to draw and paint and all that."
She frowned slightly as she again noted just how close Zelek was now, not even a six inches away. "When I get into my work I don't really note the time to be honest. I just keep going and going." She shrugged and again eyed Zelek and shrugged. Her paper whip rustled itself into her bag. Leaving just a few sheets out that rolled themselves into what looked to be a stake.
This time Kitra's voice had a warning edge, despite her being tired and dizzy at this point. "I feel those canines of yours bite into me and I will make you hurt worse then just your eye." She smiled as the diamonds still continued to rain from the sky, or what it seemed to be where they were coming from. Kitra managed to catch a few with her unladened stake hand and examined them in the soft moonlight. "Not bad."
An annoyed glare was shot at her for the comment of his perception being off. “I suppose if it is something you love and you get lost in it, then it is different and something you and I can relate to. Have you heard of the sculptor Borova? He gets lost in his work too. He made impossibly lifelike sculptures from natural stone. Zelek removed his hand from his eye and reached toward her hand that held the paper stake, the weapon was not lost on him and the warning of making him hurt worse was amusing and likely to be deliciously painful. But if his teeth sunk in, she could do whatever she wanted so long as her blood was still going into his mouth. He gently closed the remaining gap between them. An intimate warmth and metaphorically electricity seemed to pass between them. Whispering into her shoulder, sure he was giving her everything she wanted from him with an unfortunate dark twist. He was in it for the blood.
“ Now, why would I ever bite whats already bleeding?” his mouth moved toward her shoulder even as a sharp blade of diamond cut the cloth away from her shoulder, if the blouse was ruined, it wasn’t his concern, she had paper to wear after all.
Gently and nothing like the ravenous beast he normally was he lapped and sucked at the shoulder wound…it was almost tender, almost erotic and a mix of painful and pleasant. Every now and then he would find a girl lost in the romance misplaced on the idea of vampires. He credited his charismatic father and assumedly the wooing of Anne Rice at some point in his life. Otherwise he thought that Bram Stoker had it right. But then he couldn’t deny that he sometimes allowed a layer of fine crystalline dust to catch light on his skin when hunting and preying lazily on those that worshipped the works of Mrs. Stephanie Meyer. He for the record had nothing to do with the inception of a seventeen year old sexy vampire…but then it was so fitting.
His mouth treated her shoulder as a playground and it frolicked about, all the while he encouraged her blood to pour from her. but just as he wanted to treat her more as lunch and less like a damphyr. His mouth raised from her shoulder, a harsh breath escaping his lips. A pleading tone is his voice. Both eyes open and healthy staring at pale blood stained flesh. “ Is this when I should stop?”
Kitra's mouth quirked into a smile, "You've made that reference before." Of course that had been when he had been alive, well ok not undead. She shivered as he closed the distance, why was it all the dangerous men were the most sexy? Ah well, Kitra got another surprise as Zelek completely closed the gap between the two of them.
Dear lord, pain and pleasure at once plus blood less and being tired. Well, not a good combo, Kitra would have fallen but Zelek's steel like hold kept her upright. He wasn't hurting her and nor could she feel his canines, only his tongue. Hunting for blood, it was doing a very good job at still managing to keep her awake as it roved around her wound for more blood.
“ Is this when I should stop?”
Kitra let out a small gasp of air, his eye was completely healed. His tone was pleading and harsh at the same time. Just another cruel reminder of what he really was. She winced, "It would be appreciated. Also, if you want to keep this possibly meal ticket for later times." Her eyes weren't focusing right and she blinked a few times. "You might want to get me to Sanctuary."
Her voice was getting rather faint she noted idly somewhere in the back of her mind. She was trying very hard to stay awake, but unbeknowst to her. Her little trick with getting her out of being a statue had actually done more damage then originally realized. Along with the small cuts on her legs and arms, her back also sported a much deeper gash. In a very tiny voice Kitra spoke again, "Quickly, if you would prefer me alive. I'm not feeling well, and I would prefer not to die again."
“alas, I don’t recall.” A wicked smile seemed to rest on his features. He often wondered if he wanted this memories back, would it change him?
Zelek brought his mouth away from her shoulder and lifted a piece of paper from her bag and set it on her shoulder. She would have to take it from there as far as bandages went. She spoke and he listened appalled at the request. Let her live…she was fainting in his arms and she suggested saving her to feed on another day. Take her to her home presumably and allow her to live. As the paper placed on her shoulder simply reddened, he realized he could apply that same trick with sturdier stuff. He placed copper patches all over the woman, and held them tight to her skin, unless her blood was going to start cutting through metal she wouldn’t loose any more… Irony…hadn’t he set out to bleed the woman dry?
He lifted the semi conscious woman to his chest and stepped into the street. A black car came screeching to a halt just before it collided with them.
The man in the drivers seat started to get out of the car, but the blood smudged around his pale chin, the destruction in the immediate area and the mostly unconscious woman in his arm made him hesitate as he accessed the situation.
Zelek spoke in a chilling tone, just quiet enough to make the man lean forward to concentrate on insuring he heard the creepy youth. “I need a ride, you can drive me, or I can drive me, but either way, that car is the one taking us there.”
The man cocked his head back and looked as if he might say something he would regret. So Zelek beat him to the punch. A spike of granite impaled the man and then let the spike sink back into the ground, the curse was still on his face. Zelek smiled as he made the man into a temporary speed bump. It would delay any police calls for a few moments any how.
He unlocked the car and sat Kitra in the passenger seat, buckled her in and shut the door. Why wasn’t he dining on her? Was it the fond look in her eyes that amused him. was it the fact that she was the only link he had to his past? Was it simply fun?
He stepped into the driver’s seat and sped toward the Sanctuary.
