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.
Administration didn't call too many all-ranking officers meetings. Ghost looked around the assembly hall. In fact, she couldn't recall a single time after the new building dedication that she'd seen so many people all in one place. Even when they announced that war was upon them it had been select officers that were to delegate meetings down the chain of command. The fact that this was an all-ranking meeting made Ghost both nervous and excited. This had to be commencement. Haywire testing would start in full.
Jude found two seats on the aisle about halfway down the graduated seating and they filed into place. People were still filing in, but the meeting hall was almost filled to the brim.
On stage sat Hawley, and several rungs of the command ladder above Hawley. They sat stoically in a row like grim ducklings. No doubt they'd already had a meeting about this big announcement. Whatever it was, budget cuts, testing start up or the Sino-Russian relations, no one looked too happy about it. Finally, deeming that enough were present or perhaps that they would never shut up without someone to shut them, the Big Kahuna of it all stood and waddled to the podium. This was it. Ghost glanced at Jude who in turn looked at her. The program was finally moving forward.
"On August 6, 1945, the first nuclear weapon was deployed over Hiroshima, Japan. The second weapon was dropped on August 9, 1945, on the city of Nagasaki, Japan. Yesterday, April 20, 2019, the third and fourth nuclear weapons were deployed."
A hush of oaths and prayers slipped across the graduated seating. This was not the expected announcement.
"It is unclear who made the first move, but after two air bursts yielding approximately 12.5 KT each on the same continent, approximately 100,000 people were killed instantly. Based on previous data it is concluded that within the next 30 days, that number will double. Within the next year up to 280,000 more souls may perish over the course of the year after the blast due to prolonged effects of radiation induced cancers and long term radiation sickness.
Our main concern for now will be relief. Radiation pills, healing, the restoration of order. The next 60 days will be crucial to survivors. Long term effects of two blasts so close together are wholly unknown. As such we'll be pulling officers not involved in Controlled Burn for crisis weather control.
Jump Start Initiative, you are going to war. Unfortunately, the fighting is still intense in some regions. Neither side will forgive the other, neither side is done dying. Those of you who go will see fighting so please review your basic training.
Controlled Burn, you've officially been given the green light. Haywire testing will commence in full beginning in the next week. Clearance level 3 and up, please stay after for further instruction, the rest of you are dismissed."
Silence. For a long, hot second. And then chaos.
War? They were sending the weather division of the military out to war? Ghost looked around to see the faces she would miss most. Half of the XForce was involved in the program, but thankfully they were in Controlled Burn ...except Emulator... Countless faces she scanned in the crowd. Would she ever see them again? Would they come back the same? The war had seemed eerily distant since their section had remained apart from it. No longer could they sit in the eaves and watch.
War. It was real. And their friends and colleagues would fight to maintain a livable climate so that the rest of them could keep fighting. Didn't that seem a bit counter productive?
The leather straps were on tight. Not wholly uncomfortable, but for an air elemental any sort of restraint on one's freedom of movement was practically a personal insult. For Ghost, having the arms and legs of her false body tied down to a heavy metal chair that was also bolted to the ground left little doubt in her mind that she wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
"It'll be over before you know it. Don't worry."
Having Jude read her mind was never the comfort that he thought it was. "You don't know that, but thanks for the pretty lies." Ghost expelled a fast sigh from her nostrils. She closed her eyes and tried her hardest to ignore the mouth breather with the hypodermic needle full of a modified strain of Haywire. Diluted, they'd said. Killed very few of the other test subjects, they'd said. She snorted again before opening her eyes.
"Do it." "You sure?" "No, but she's going to do it anyway."
Jude was smiling. Smiling as he put his hands on her bare shoulders. Skin contact supposedly made his control that much better. "You'd better be ready for this." The needle approached in latex gloved hands.
"How bad could it be?"
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Well, they'd gotten what they'd wanted... the program was moving forward. Multiples of the expected power boost and a supposed way to control it. Also, the property damage wasn't that extensive before they'd gotten Ghost a sedative. They'd proved that Jude was capable of directing the power and so they were both on the short list of Controlled Burn approved for go.
Now they were in quarantine with the rest of that short list.
A synthetic body sometimes came in handy. Ghost dabbed at one of the Chinese girl's brow as she shivered. Most of the injected were having some kind of reaction: shivers, fever, dizziness, clammy skin... it wasn't anything too serious and they were told it would pass just as surely as the world's problems would pass once they restarted the Gulf Stream. For once, Ghost was starting to doubt the validity of such blind faith.
How bad could it be? Ghost surveyed the damage. Quarantine wasn't exactly the lap of luxury, not that she had expected anything fancy, but there were hardly enough cots. Clearly they hadn't expected this many people to need to lay down for so long. How long would they wait here? Until they were given the final go. Technicians were making calculations as they waited based on their newest set of Haywire-boosted power readings.
Would they have enough now or would they be coaxing a less experienced to take the test to fill in a gap? Ghost was told there was a separate Quarantine for those that had been unable to have their powers controlled. They might practice and retest. It had been some hours since they had admitted anyone into the room: the Chinese girl's XiaoXiao and PingPing. Strike was so happy to see XiaoXiao, but now Ghost was mopping both their foreheads to keep the sweat out of their eyes. XiaoXiao said they'd tried three times before meeting the required level of control. Others were still trying. But for now, they were all waiting. Just as the world was waiting.
Somehow she imagined this as a time and place that the history books would gloss over, if it even was mentioned at all. Making history was tricky stuff. If they failed again... there might not be another attempt and all of this, this work, this sacrifice, these lives... they would be wasted.
And 50 years from now no one would know.
If they failed, this would hardly be a blip compared to all out nuclear war. Selfish as it was, it was just one more motivator to make this happen.
