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.
The bullet disappeared. It literally seemed to simply rip apart. That was the first time anything like that had happened and Cosmina was more than a little puzzled. Everything and everyone she'd fought so far died relatively easily. A bullet in a vital spot and they had dropped like flies. Here was a man who the bullets wouldn't even touch. A rare spike of fear ran through the seasoned mercenary. She was not equipped to deal with this. Not in the least. She had not anticipated meeting another assassin on this job. She had not anticipated someone immune to bullets on this job. She had not anticipated him.
Perhaps it was merely her mind playing tricks on her but her opponent's smile seemed much more menacing now. Swift as Sleipnir, that legendary horse, Mina's thoughts raced through her options. They were few and ill suited to her desires. She wanted to stay and kill the impudent wretch that dared to live after she had struck at him. Mina's eyes glimmered with joy at the thought of watching the life fade from this man, this Martin, bit by bit. She was Mute and no one had ever dared to live after she sought their death.
Yet the portion of her that was cold logic and methodical killer said that such action was folly. Here was an unknown opponent with unknown abilities that had remained completely untouched by the most potent form of attack she possessed at this time. There was no indication of how he had done this. The assumption could be made that it was some sort of area of effect ability simply based on the fact that the bullet had not touched him at all. However beyond that Mina was not willing to guess without further evidence. Hand to hand seemed to be the only option that remained to Mina as she stood and assessed the situation while a dangerous and very likely lethal enemy stepped purposefully toward her.
It was either continue to fight or extricate herself and find some way to end him another day. Mina decided to test the effectiveness of melee combat before withdrawing. Old teachings guided her as she shifted her stance and put the gun away.
"Without question."
There was unshakable smugness in her tone. Martin would not know from her voice just how much he had shaken her invulnerable confidence. It was a thing she would not permit herself to admit.
Posted by Martin Stein on May 14, 2012 5:40:30 GMT -6
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Ah. So nice I am to give her time... for me time to watch, how her legs shift, the stance moves. How the weight is distributed. How muscles tighten in anticipation. Anticipation it is that fills me. The knowing that things will happen and the heady overtones that I am the one making them happen. I am the one who decides. My knife. My power. My edge.
Cutting you yet?
Martin shifts closer and closer, quickly yet not. The balance is preserved, on the balls of his feet he is shifting. His arm is half-raised, the shadow of the knife falling as a reminder, cutting through the light.
Shifting.
Quickly now. Stabbing at your midsection. Where the blood lies.
Martin's movement perplexed her even as she tracked it. He was quick enough to evade the blood spatter from their target's demise. Yet now he moved with an agonizingly slow pace. Mina wanted to pout over it but there were other things to think about. Staying alive was one of them. Beating Martin another.
Yes, the game.
Mina moved as the knife moved. With trained grace she evaded the strike and launched one of her own. A swift and powerful kick arced through the air toward the fellow assassin's side. Testing. Probing the other player's defenses.
Perhaps it would fail. Perhaps it would hit. Either would tell her something of her opponent that she could use. Her confidence, shaken by the utter failure of her primary weapon began to return in these moments between strikes. He was but crude matter and could be cut down like any other, odd abilities or no.