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 predator on Aug 22, 2009 22:10:21 GMT -6
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Predator laughed as he finished clambering up the wall, eighteen stories above the streets where most people moved. It was always so fun to bait the police, and even more fun when you lose them afterwards. Being a wanted criminal, there were many things Predator could do to draw out the boys in blue. On this day, one during which Predator was feeling especially reckless, he had done something really stupid. He had walked to a police officer in a marked car, and asked for directions to the nearest orphanage.
It had taken the cop a few seconds to recognize Predator, but by the time he did, he had told Predator the location of the orphanage. He fumbled for his radio, calling in backup, while Predator just stood there laughing his head off. As soon as he heard sirens in the distance, he bolted onto the rooftops.
Now he jumped down four stories, landed on another roof that he immediately jumped off of and onto a fire escape a few stories below. He climbed down to the street and then walked into a particular favorite spot in New York, Central Park. He walked not along the established paths, but through the wooded areas. He eventually converged on a spot where several paths intersected and formed a plaza of sorts, in the center of which a fountain spouted. Predator took a seat on the bench in the most shade, to better hide his facial features, and decided that he would go people watching on that day. Soon, however, he felt a presence beside him and turned to see a very sweaty fat man with no hair nor neck. Growling his disgust, Predator stood and made his way over to another bench. As he did, however, he bumped into someone.
Flight, every creatures longing desire, to join the avian gods above. Freedom in it's fullest form, that is what soaring was in it's purest form. Men would give their souls for such a gift, for such a life. Wish prayed for such men, trapped within their cubicles staring into the sky as though their dreams would simply fall from the heavens above. As if some benevolent god shown solely on them, as if they were destined for something more. Zane couldn't fly, but he could do the next best thing.
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
If Zane knew one thing, it was how to live. His voice could be heard ringing out for several blocks, a null fact when you consider that he could be seen for several more. At least a good hundread feet in the air, his body would be soaring through the gaps between buildings. Rooftop to rooftop, ledge to ledge, it was all a playground for him. There was nothing that could compare to the feeling of such an amazing combination. A euphoric like adrenaline rush, A sense of imminent and quiet possible death as well as the feeling that he was completely one with himself. As though there was nowhere else he should be but here and now.
Feet hitting the nearby rooftop, a loud bang echoing. Swiftly his knee's bent, reflexively so. The next motions occurred as though they were choreographed by a master of human art. Force pushing him forward, legs flashing upward as his arms scooped in ward, the precision of a rain drop. Occurring in a complementive pair to all who would look onward at it. Both slow in mindset yet blurringly fast, segmented yet smooth. Quite the beautiful thing indeed, such simple acts with so much effect.
Rising quickly he would continue to dash, appearing as though he would fly off the edge of the building. A problem with that existed though, if he was to do such a thing, he would most certainly expire upon the firm cement below. No level of acrobatic ability, nor no demonstration of energy dispersion would save him from such a collision. Luckily this wasn't what he had in mind, not by a long shot.
Let's Do This
He would whisper to himself as he sped across the rooftop. Looking as though he was daring death itself to take him. Then, in but the hair of a second, he would leap. Body elegantly curving in a way akin to a feline, gliding through the air like a bullet. Arms would stretch outward, poised, tense, not hard, yet ready. Feet would quickly turn into inches, his fingertips nearing their goal, their one true purpose. Like the slow burning of a fuse, anticipation would drip forth from those who looked on. Then just as it began, it would all come to an end.
Digits gripping the ledging firmly, yet loosely, dispersing the energy, yet still in motion. The remainder of his body would be pulled in quickly and smoothly as his hands twisted the rest of him around. In one serene movement it was all pulled across the edge and pivoted to the other side. What would follow would be a series of drops from ledge to ledge, scaling the building downward, his body heading for the ground below. It would seem as though his rooftop excursion was down for now, this city held more within, his fun wouldn't be over for long.
Feet stomping against the ground as he let go three ledges up. A simple drop of fifteen feet would be all that separated him from the ever safe ground below. Safe didn't accurately describe it though, boring, nor yet still not good enough. Blasé, now that was the proper vocabulary to define such an environment. Never one to simply walk around, he would quickly break into a sprint yet again, his goal you wonder, anything fun.
New York was such a city that this wouldn't be the treasure hunt it seemed to be. Objects sprawled everywhere across the landscape, littering the very walking ground with toys for him to play with. One of the many promised lands of this haven was only several dozen feet away from where he currently stood. The last green place in the city.
Central park, a heavenly spot for your avid traceur. A canvas for the savants of this urban landscape. A fusion of both natural and unnatural objects that made for quite the dynamic excursion. The recent death of his anticipation would be rekindled yet again as he pushed harder and harder towards his destination. The feeling within him bubbling up more and more as though it was going to burst forth. Only mere steps away, the most boring steps he would take this day.
No time would be spent growing accustomed to the surroundings, not familiarization in the least. This simply wasn't his way, a compulsion within prevented this, prevented the flow from being disturbed. Slapping one hand down against a bench, a quick speed vault would be done, acceleration unhindered. Next a flip over a low lying cement garbage receptacle, a simple four feet of the ground. Like a dance being preformed, more manipulations of the surroundings would occur. The tricky thing with any environment though, was that it never stood still, not for a moment.
As quickly as he could move, a boy on a skateboard would dash in front of his direction. Whether this was simply a helpless accident or if more maligned intentions were the root didn't matter. What did matter, however, was that he now was thrown off his groove, his flow had been disturbed. Like a ripple in a water this would distort all that was occuring within and around him. Only one thing would save him at this point, luckily that was his greatest give, reactivity.
With but a moments notice he leapt into the air. Darting forward, his body sprawled in the air. A slight curve could be seen in his back as he cut smoothly. Something was wrong with it, however, disturbed within the core of the technique. Without suitable preparation for the technique, there was no way he could have preformed it successfully. This would show within his technique strongly.
Landing with a distinct sliding noise, his head down and back turned. Unlike the most flawless of techniques though he wouldn't be able to pull his shoulder in quick enough to disperse the energy. Instead he would roll quicker forward, this again would chain into the next motion of this flow. This is where this story becomes a two part sequence, where a singular live becomes disturbed and when the power to control where it all goes, is lost.
Standing up as quickly as he could, his body still retained energy from the dive. Shooting forward, he would collide with another. Luckily his attempts at dispersion had succeeded to some degree. Rather then rip into the man, sending them both soaring rather ungracefully into the ground, he would instead tautly bump into him. Two paths would diverge within the realm of his mind at this point. He could take off into the distance, both refullfilling his urge for the run, yet not only rudely dismiss his inadvertent attack on this man but also risk an altercation.
He was not this type of man, however and wouldn't simply leave after causing another damage, without good reason of course, he wasn't a fool. He would move to the other side of the man, his hand raised in a apologetic way.
Sorry Mate, didn't mean to bump yah. Minds wanderin off into the blue it seems. Hope I didn't hurt yah none.
He would wait for the man to respond before he gave his name. There was no telling what type of reaction was to be expected after such an incident. The most chivalrous of course being to accept his apology and hopefully they would go out for a drink. Then again, they say in America, chivalry's dead.
Posted by Cold Steel on Aug 23, 2009 12:49:27 GMT -6
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It was another lazy Sunday, well not Sunday but the saying still applied, Sam woke up late showered late and ate late. Nowhere important to go or that many important people to meet today, no today was just a lazy sunny day in central park. The could cover was decent but from where he was sitting on a park bench it didn’t really matter seeing as he was mostly covered by the shade of the trees. Chirps and squawks could be heard behind him as birds of all kinds gathered behind him in hopes that he would drop some bread crumbs of some kind but alas he had none only a hotdog smothered in the proper condiments and it was his he would share nothing.
As a pigeon cooed expectantly eyeing the bun that he was waving around with a hotdog locked in side, ”Not gonna happen rat with wings!” Sam said as he eyed the pigeon back only to be distracted by a rather tall man running and turning and rolling this way and that. Sam didn’t know why he was running nor did he care so much there were always a few weird people trying to make a quick buck here and there by doing odd things. Shrugging slightly as he watched him Sam took another bite of the hotdog while sitting contently on a bench.
The more he watched the man the more and more his movements looked familiar he couldn’t place it right away but he knew he had seen it before shrugging slightly however Sam watched as another even taller man came into view only to walk into the path of the running man. Watching it in slow motion Sam watched as they collided into each other, taking another bite of his dog and sighing reluctantly Sam tossed his bun to the pigeon and said, ”Not a word of this to your friends…” clapping his hands clean Sam grabbed his water and watched to see if something was about to happen between the two giants.
He was six foot and never felt to short to anyone but seeing the size of these two men standing next to each other Sam felt tempted to go over and see how tall he was compared to them, but that he deemed would have made things weird for everyone so he decided to lean back and watch the show ready to jump in if a fight was to break out.
Posted by predator on Aug 23, 2009 17:34:03 GMT -6
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"Sorry Mate, didn't mean to bump yah. Minds wanderin off into the blue it seems. Hope I didn't hurt yah none."
The man's accent and syntax threw Predator off for a moment, and he blinked a few times before one of his milk-curdling scowls alighted on his face. He paused just long enough to convey contempt for this man and everything to do with him, and then spoke. "One of you hurt me? You'd best be making a joke, boy." The man didn't look to be any younger than Predator, but he most certainly didn't have Predator's experience, and besides it was just to put the guy down a little. Predator's previously playful mood was turning very maliciously mischevious, and he was hoping to goad the man into a fight.
Not only was he confident in the fact that he could defeat any human in a fight, but it would be even more fun that, when the police came, he could honestly have witnesses call it self defense, at least for the few moments it would take for the police to recognize him.that would be fun, and Predator was just looking to mess with people on that day.
He did genuinely feel bad about ramming into the man, although it wasn't his fault in the least. Had it not been for the child on the skateboard he would be flying around this park enjoying all the natural obstacles it held for him. Sadly things don't always play out as they should and even sadder most people end up being complete douche bags. This seemed to be the case for the man in front of him, rather obvious by the fact that even though he apologized sincerely, Mr. Tool decides to take it to the next level.
"One of you hurt me? You'd best be making a joke, boy."
First of all how was someone distinctly younger going to call him "Boy", secondly who said boy in a pejorative way since the end of the eighteenth century. This overly aggressive heathen would then strike a seemingly taunting pose, as though to goad him into a fight. Despite the "fear" that the man would strike into the hearts of kindergartners, Zane was no such lad.
Leaping over buildings his entire life had given him more then enough courage to deal with a neighborhood bully. One thing he did know about them though was that words would glance off them as easily as the glanced off passing the first grade, six times most assuredly. So instead of attempting to reason with the primitive man, he would instead re-instate his apology before attempting to take his leave.
Whatever Mate, have a nice day
He would quip smilingly as he turned and attempted to continue his run down the street. Starting off with a jog, he wouldn't be able to break into a sprint with the man standing in front of him. Hopefully he would let him go without problems. If something did occur, then this man better be very fast indeed to keep up with Wish, very fast and very brave.
Posted by Cold Steel on Aug 27, 2009 12:14:33 GMT -6
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As the pigeon cooed happily in Sam’s direction it pecked the left over hotdog bun gratefully as Sam continued to watch the squabble that was coming from the two giants. One was playing it off as an accident as the other seemed a bit more aggressive and more willing to turn the accident into a fight. Contemplating what coarse of action he should take Sam continued to watch for a moment before the shorter of the two spoke with a British accent and the larger of the two mentioned something about his kind. So either the shorter of the two was a mutant or a human. Regardless of the situation Sam felt he needed to go play firefighter and try and drench the situation before it turned into an inferno.
Getting up and grabbing his water bottle Sam walked over to the pair which was only a few feet from him and then spoke,”Your kind?” Sam said allowed to the larger of the two, ”Hope your not discriminating towards someone simply because of an accident…” he knew he was interjecting into a conversation he didn’t belong but the larger of the two was looking for a fight and there was no need to open hostilities between mutant and humans.
”Sorry I didn’t mean to intrude or anything bug guy but he did apologize and I don’t think there is a reason to continue to try and start something.” Sam smiled and pointed to the hotdog vender who he just bought a hot dog from, ”Why don’t I treat you to a hot dog and forget all about this little accident?” if the giant agreed then Sam could strike up a friendly conversation about the importance of humans and mutants co-existing.
Posted by predator on Aug 27, 2009 17:42:32 GMT -6
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Your kind? Hope your not discriminating towards someone simply because of an accident… Sorry I didn’t mean to intrude or anything big guy but he did apologize and I don’t think there is a reason to continue to try and start something. Why don’t I treat you to a hot dog and forget all about this little accident?”
Predator wanted nothing more at that moment than to brush the man off with a flick of his head, and to continue on his way. However, his stomach took that moment to rumble loudly, as if it could hear the mention of hot dogs. As such, the idea of free food was too much to pass up, especially considering the sheer amount of carbs that Predator had to shove into his system to make up for the energy he spent every day. A hot dog or seven would just about hit the spot, and so he decided to take the man up on his offer. Besides, that scrawny little thing wouldn't have been much of a fight anyways.
So, with those thoughts in mind, Predator affected what probably came across as a strained smile and said, "Well, I guess that would be all right."