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 graviton on Apr 10, 2009 12:43:18 GMT -6
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Despite the lateness of the hour, Times Square was just as bright as ever and almost as busy. The purr of his new bike was music to his ears. Soothing, yet empowering. As the wind blew past his short Silver hair, Jonas hit the clutch and brake while switching to a lower gear. He had no reason to rush because he had nowhere to go. Flying through such a well illuminated area would just get him unnecessary attention.
He had only been here once before. He was quite literally dragged out of their most resent hiding place by his mother when he was seventeen. Now twenty-one she would have had to tie him down to keep him hidden away. You can only work out so much. Besides, it became tedious after a while. Jonas took a deep breath, savoring the odd smells and sights of New York. They where different not only in appearance but also in a more subtle way. It was something he just couldn’t put his foot on.
“I think I’m going to like it here.” He said over a lopsided, Black smile that briefly showed his perfect Silver teeth. “Now what to do next,” he asked himself aloud. He then decided he would rather continue on foot. Jonas pulled his bike into an alley and parked.
The walls where seven feet apart. He ran and jumped onto the wall to his right then took two steps then pushed off on to the wall to the left. He repeated this four times until he reached the top then began to sprint across the rooftops.
The rooftops. Bathed in moonlight; it diffused across the harsh tops, striking sharp shadows that cut back at that white with black razor lines. Swaths of darkness, in which many a creature could hide.
The shadows on the building's ledge rustled; one let out a soft coo in its sleep. The creature in the shadow of the sculpted metal furnace vent moved a silent paw step closer. There was a saying; 'like taking candy from a baby'. Calley had a different saying; 'like stalking a sleeping pigeon'. Easy. Fun. And there was nothing quite like the struggles of something that had just woken up in the hell between his little paws.
The large ginger and cream tomcat crouched down for the pounce. Its rear rose regally into the air; its hind legs shifted for maximum traction. Its green eyes and triangular ears focused down with laser concentration on its prey. It leapt at the--
--random running guy? Well, that was a change. No way to change his course in mid-air, though. Claws fully outstretched, the tom's arcing path continued towards the guy's thigh. High velocity impact incoming.
Rooftops. They were such great places to meet new friends. And make them bleed, just a little.
Posted by vampyremage on Apr 20, 2009 5:31:43 GMT -6
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Aris got stepped off the bus wearily. It had been a long bus ride from Canada, making her way all the way down to the US, following nothing but rumors of mutants. Long and unpleasant. She had been tempted more than once to impale the bigot two seats behind her. If she hadn't known she'd have been forced to walk if she instigated such violence she would have. Bastard had it coming to him. Hopefully he would start mouthing off at the wrong mutant the wrong time and get what he truly deserved.
First things first, Aris thought to herself, walking steadily forward. With every step her metal feet made a slight clacking noise on the pavement. First she would need to find a place to stay then she would have to find work. She had had barely enough money to make it out here and what little that remained wouldn't lat long at all. It certainly wasn't her first choice to come all this way by bus, that was for sure.
The question was, where to start? She wasn't exactly familiar with the city, this being her first time here. All she really wanted was a cheap place to stay with a bed and a roof over her head. Hopefully she could find a gas station or something nearby and be able to ask for directions.
Had Aris not been so exhausted she might have noticed the guy on the rooftops sooner, but as it was she barely caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye. What the hell? Did she really just see what she thought she saw? Well, she supposed, New York was supposed to be an interesting city; that's what drew her here. She decided to take it as a sign for things to come.
Posted by graviton on Apr 25, 2009 11:54:00 GMT -6
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Thoughts of his mothers incessant nagging about the importance of stretching before exercise flooded Jonas' mind. He felt as if he had just been shot in the left calf with a nail gun from far away in the middle of his jump to another building. He panicked and changed course tucking his legs to his body and rolling toward the wall and attempting to kick off to the opposite wall. Instead he only made it half way across and bounced off the wall and fell seven feet to the alley below, onto a closed dumpster, and slid onto the open trash cans below.
Rolling off the trash he growled softly. Who ever shot him had better have good insurance or they would be crapping out there teeth for the next week. Oddly enough when he checked his leg he found no ammunition of any kind. Just a shallow hole and a few scratches on his left thigh.
At which point the cat in a neighboring open trash can gave a nasty, nasty, get-me-out-off-here-now hiss. Little Mister Rooftop Hopper falls at half the speed of a normal person. Cats? At approximately 9.8 meters per second squared. And while this kid's little leg-tuck had done him no harm, it had shaken a certain cat free to plummet down down down to a graceful on-his-paws landing in... something with the vague consistency of sludge. The smell was disturbingly good, but he wasn't going to lick it until he was out of the can. Just on principle. And out of the can would be a very nice place to get. He landed first, and had the chance to watch that other teen come down abnormally slow. Therefore, he figured there was a safe conclusion here: mutant. And since his usually acute sense of smell was a bit too overwhelmed to pick up the potentially human woman who was nearby, he dropped a degree of his usual caution.
Rooftops had done him this indignity. Therefore, Skip-and-Jump had just volunteered to help him. Because this was a deep trashcan, and the heavy sludge wasn't letting him either tip it over easily or giving him a firm footing from which to spring. Yes, he could shift to another form. But you know what's more satisfying than a mere shift?
Caterwauling.
"Hey! Out! Out out out! Pick me up! Out!" He presumed this would get his point across. Each word was loudly yowled through a feline mouth, past sharp feline teeth that sharpened the words to a hissing, grating texture. If anyone looked into the trash can, they'd find a fully-foofed tomcat with blackly dilated eyes staring upwards with princely authority. And while he was fully capable of being more eloquent than that, he was much more in the mood for yelling. Yowling. And mrrowing.
Posted by graviton on Apr 28, 2009 11:42:11 GMT -6
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Jonas began scanning the sky for whoever it was that attacked him. When he found no one there he clenched his fists angrily. His Silver finger nails digging into the Black skin on his palm. While gathering information about his surroundings, he noticed just how dirty this alley was. He doubted anyone had cleaned the area in at least a year. It reminded him of pictures he had seen on the internet of Afghanistan.
Suddenly he noticed sounds coming from a dumpster not far from him. Instinctively lowering himself into a crouch he slowly made his way toward the cry's of what couldn't be what it sounded like. An awful chill ran down his spine as he put his back against the wall of the building nearest to the dumpster. His mother always told him to be distrust full on principal. To bad he wasn't so good at listening.
He ran a shaking hand over his short Silver hair, then continued until he was only five feet away from what could very well be the bringer of his end. He imagined a small griffin like creature who had been sent from the heavens to carry out brutal justice for all the not so nice things hes done. Like kill people just for the practice.
Carefully he lifted up the lid of the trash can and stared down his adversary. Now that the lid was open he could hear it speaking clearly. See it speaking clearly. While the strange talking cat spoke to him of being freed he promptly closed the lid and walked away deciding that he had inhaled to much garbage or fallen from to far and made his way toward the nearest convenience store so that he could steal some medical supplies and find a ;lace to sleep for the night.
Posted by vampyremage on Apr 29, 2009 2:30:22 GMT -6
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Aris continued walking mostly oblivious to the world around her, caught up in her own thoughts. There was so much regarding the future that she wasn't yet sure of, not to mention the doubt that plagued her even coming to this city. Of course it was supposed to be a place where she could get a proper chance in the world, where mutants were more prominent than elsewhere, but what if she was wrong? She had left her entire life back in Canada. Then again, its not like she had had much of a life to leave anyway. Her sister was dead, her family refused to talk to her and she was relegated to the status of petty criminal, all because she was a mutant. The world was damned unfair sometimes.
As Aris walked past an alley, she was started out of her thoughts by the sound of patently inhuman speech. She paused and crouched in a defensive position, trying to pinpoint where exactly the sound had come from. Carefully removing the glove from her razor sharp metallic left hand she cautiously approached where she thought she had heard the voice. It was then she noticed the male who also seemed to have heard the voice. She thought he might have been the one she had glimpsed on the rooftops but wasn't positive. Upon closer inspection, however, his skin and nails gave him away as a mutant.
Aris approached, remaining cautios and yet taking no pains to hide the "clunk" her metallic feet made against the pavement. "Were you the one speaking a moment ago?" She made sure her arm was in plain view but made no threatening movements towards the man. One could never be to careful.
Suffice it to say that Calley didn’t know quite what was going on. A face peered down at him. Then, said face unceremoniously lidded his trashcan. Oh. Oh. Now that was just rude. The ginger-and-cream tomcat sat down with an angry lash of his tai--
sluck
...Sitting down had been a bad idea.
Outside, he thought he heard someone else. Someone not so callous and cold-hearted as to cage a talking cat in a trashcan with a blank face.
“Help!” He tried caterwauling again. “This man is violating my animal rights!” The loud call rang back at him from the sides of the trashcan; he belatedly flattened his poor, poor ears. Outside the can, the muffled noise was still quite loud enough to be heard.
"I really must be losing my mind," Jonas spoke to himself self as he attempted to shake the strange image from his mind. With his left hand on the wall adjacent to the dumpster raised his head and began to walk forward . Wishing to ride his mind of hallucinations of cats he made his way back toward the main area of the square. "When it's time to go it's time to go," he thought. After all no reason to let a strange night become stranger.
An odd "Clunk" shock him out of his lazy stupor. Someone most likely a woman was walking toward him. The shape of her body gave that away. Jonas clenched his teeth in frustration at himself for allowing someone to sneak up on him. Now he had limited options as to what he could do. The sound was in time with the fall of her feet. At first glance he believed she was wearing some strange type of boots. But something inside of him told him differently. When he saw her something inside of him hurt.
When he made eye contact she asked him if he was the one speaking earlier. He tilted his head down and turned his Silver eyes up at her and replied seriously, "I would have remembered if I ever met anyone as beautiful as you." He noted and admired her caution while casually moving toward her. Noticing the way she held her arm in front of her, he smiled showing her his perfect Silver teeth.
