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.
Letitia looked up from her cash register as the bell over the door rang. The man that walked into Future Sight was a little different than their average curious customer, kid who wanted tomorrow's test questions, or young teen lover desperate to see if so-and-so would ask them to the dance. This one was obviously a mutant himself. He was white, not Caucasian white, but printer paper white with a spiral horn growing out of his forehead. He wore dress slacks (he looked like the kind of guy that would call pants "slacks") and a sweater vest. His hair was just long enough to be pulled back into a ponytail. At first glance he looked old, because of the white hair and old fashioned clothes, but his face was young.
He smiled kindly at her, taking her in along with the rest of the eclectic surroundings: a cloth covered table, various armchairs that looked like they had been adopted from various street corners (they had), a non-functional crystal ball, a bookshelf half filled with palmistry paraphernalia and half filled with school textbooks, a soda machine, and a couple of students sitting together working through math homework. He didn't say it, but Letitia could almost hear him thinking that their store looked more like a student den on some campus than it did a respectable shop. That's what they got for letting a 13 year old decorate his own store. Really, Alister should have let her do it.
"Have I come to the right place," the man inquired, taking out the rolled up newspaper from under his arm. He also had a tail tucked up under his arm, she noticed as she examined where he pointed at the paper. There. Right under "Turmoil Spreads in North Africa", "Amber Alert: Child Vanished from Foster Home", and "Coca Cola CEO Forced to Reconcile Holes in his Books" (she couldn't help but smile at that one) was the advertisement for their shop. The Oracle from Delphi: Curious about your future? Get answers NOW. Come consult the oracle to get a head start on what's a head. Below that, the address.
"Yup, you've found us! Now, we do take payment in advance. Here is our price list. The amount largely depends on how specific you want the oracle to be. Did you want a generalized prediction or did you have a specific question you would like answered?"
"A very specific question, actually." The man counted out the bills for their top price and placed a neat stack on the counter. Letitia's eyes widened ever so slightly, but she was very calm about sliding the money into the cash register. She mentally hushed the chittering coming from beneath the counter. The last thing they wanted to do was scare him away now.
"I'll go get the Oracle," she smiled sweetly at the man, then disappeared behind a bright purple curtain.
...
It was only a moment before Letitia had returned, leading Alister to the table. She indicated pulled out a chair for the horned man as well and pushed it in behind him as he sat.
"What answer do you seek," Alister demanded up front. Letitia grimaced. For someone so all seeing, he could be very blunt.
The man ducked his head slightly, "My wife is ill. How can I cure her before she disappears?"
"Very well, let's find out."
The boy lowered his sunglasses and looked directly into the unicorn man's eyes.
Posted by Sebastian on May 21, 2011 9:58:28 GMT -6
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They were hurtling down a tunnel, the walls on every side played out scenes from the man's life. Colors flashed by, a turquoise dress, amber eyes, blue water, red blood, green grass over a grave, faster and faster and faster the colors spun. Something was different, something was wrong.
Normally he could waltz through these rainbow corridors and look down the different forks in the road to see how a decision could affect different outcomes. Normally he could examine the scenes at his leisure. Normally he could see exactly where to go and knew exactly where to stop.
Not this time.
This man's past and future seemed endless, and every image of his life was vying for attention, trying to be seen NOW, every possibility, all at once. Alister tried to slow his descent, but he couldn't. He tried to get back out, but he couldn't.
In desperation to slow himself, he grabbed at images, any images he could reach.
Lying on a concrete floor, the blood of Romanian soldiers all around, a white haired woman open her eyes, drawing air into her lungs, gasping her way back to life.
An angry father in law told him that he wasn't good enough for his daughter.
A boy with sunglasses stood in front of him, yelling at him to let go.
A smoking gun fell from his hand, he rushed forward to catch the child, trying desperately to stop the bleeding before it was too late.
A brother-in-law he didn't know he had coming over for Thanksgiving dinner.
An angry barista shooting a lion.
A class of high school seniors marched by across a stage. One of them lost a shoe.
A smiling face, disappearing before his very eyes.
An amber eyed child smiled up at him.
Walking past the world's most famous white marble pillars, attached to the world's most famous white marble house.
Fire.
He landed in a pool of nothingness. Not the man's death, but what came immediately afterwards. Nothing. Not white, not black, not crying relatives holding his hand. Nothing.
Alister struggled upwards, as if swimming through the thick nothingness back to the surface. He grasped at the last image before the nothing and held onto it, letting the scene envelop him.
A crowd of reporters stood around the presidential podium, their voices desperate for answers, any answers. The woman behind the podium didn't have the answers they wanted. Guards held back the throngs of microphones and cameras. "This interview is over," someone announced. The president retreated into her office, keeping out everyone except her closest advisor. "I warned you..."
The sentence was cut short by gunshots, then an explosion. The walls around the two tore themselves apart and flung themselves in every direction. Everything was pain, pain and cold.
And yet, he could still see what happened around him. The lack of walls gave a clear view of the city burning all around them. And of the brilliant flash of light that enveloped everything before burning it all to...
Alister scrambled to avoid sinking into the nothingness again. Something tugged at him and he tugged back.
The white haired man was gripping his arm, "No."
Alister stood up quickly, throwing the man's arm off of him.
"Get off! Get away from me!" He shoved his sunglasses crookedly back onto his face as he backed into the wall behind him. Small beady eyes stood sentinel all around the room. One of the boys that had been lounging in one of the adopted chairs was at the man's elbow, his teeth bared in a menacing grin. A blonde teen stood, simply looking alarmed.
"I think you should leave now," the shark boy growled, pushing him roughly toward the exit.
Alister sank back into his chair, his friends crowded around.
"What happened," Letitia asked, as gently as she could manage.
"That man," his voice was still a little shaky, "He's going to start the apocalypse."