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 Sebastian on Sept 20, 2008 0:09:03 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
730
0
May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
(solo)
Sebastian sat at his recently tidied desk wearing a brown woven suit jacket over a pale yellow shirt and tie. The pants matched the jacket and were specially tailored to leave room for his white tail to swish freely behind him. His full beard was neatly trimmed for once, and his hair was pulled back into an efficient and tidy ponytail. He looked a respectable fifty years of age, the beginnings of smile lines highlighted his sparkling blue eyes.
“Are you sure you have all those cords hooked up correctly?” Sebastian leaned over his desk, staring dubiously at the recording equipment that had been assembled in front of his work space.
“Yes, sir. There really are only two cables. I could show you how to connect them, then you could do this on your own next time,” responded the slouching seventeen year old boy standing behind the camera. His dress was more casual than the headmaster's, but was still more formal than the average high school senior: he wore a pale green button down shirt and black dress pants with a thin pinstripe down the side. His eyes were directed downward, trained on his sleek black hand held gaming console.
Sebastian held up his hand, “No, no. I trust you Thomas.” Sebastian found his seat once more and straightened his shirt one final time. He would never be able to understand technology. It advanced faster than he could learn to use it. “Alright, I am ready.”
“You can start speaking... now,” responded the dark haired teenager as he casually reached over and pressed the record button on the camera without looking away from his game.
Sebastian smiled and began his message: “To the leaders of the Colony in Antarctica,
My name is Sebastian Csendes and I am the headmaster of Pax Academy based in New York City. We are a charter school with a curriculum designed to promote peace. We have both human and mutant students that learn side by side, which helps prepare them to peacefully share the world.
Your colony on Antarctica is one of the only areas of our world that has been untouched by violence and it is an excellent example for the rest of the planet. With your permission, we'd like to send two of our teachers to tour the colony and discuss setting up a potential partnership between our school and your settlement.
We hope to eventually be able to send groups of students to visit Antarctica to witness firsthand a place where peace is prospering for educational field trips and perhaps even internships for the older students. They will also be able to observe first hand the way the people of the colonies use their natural gifts to solve problems and work together, just as we are teaching them to do.
Please consider my request to send two instructors as ambassadors from our school. I sincerely hope to hear from you soon. Thank you.”
Sebastian then repeated the message in Mandarin, Arabic, Spanish, and French then nodded toward Thomas when he was finished. Master of peripheral vision, the technologically adept teen switched off the camera once again without missing a beat in his game.
“Thank you,” Sebastian smiled. “I don't know what I would do without you... what I will do without you once you graduate,” he corrected himself.
“No problem, don't mention it. Will there be anything else, sir?”
“No. Except... could you show me how to get it out of there again?” Sebastian frowned toward the many complicated looking buttons on the side of the recording device. Last time he had tried to take the tape out it hadn't gone at all well.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 23, 2008 22:16:43 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
730
0
May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian checked his cheat sheet, and carefully followed the steps to check his email, all the way from "Move the mouse to the Fiery Fox logo" to "type the password and press enter". There, in his email box was a message from Antarctica:
>>>Mr. Csendes,
>>>I would be pleased to receive your emissaries. I have studied your information online about your Academy in detail. It is a very substantial and important advance in relations. While we normally do not allow humans here, I am sure we can work something out. Most of this is due to the fact that the majority of our residents have suffered at the hands of humans and the Council here wished to be free of the general ongoing drama between the two species.
>>>I, myself, believe this is an excellent step in the right direction. I would like to ask for your discretion now. My assistant, Peter, has a mutation that allows him to open gateways across space. We could easily access a common place in New York and give your emissaries a way to traverse the long space between there and here without the 22 hour plane flight. this keeps down on costs and danger for both of us. I look forward to hearing your response.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 29, 2008 21:06:12 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
730
0
May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian read the email with a sigh of relief. So far, things seemed to be starting out smoothly with the Colony of Antarctica. They seemed willing to meet with the Pax Academy teachers, and had not (yet) objected outright to allowing students to eventually visit the colony. It would be truly a wonderful learning opportunity for the students, and perhaps even the colonists, if everything worked out.
He carefully selected the “reply” button and began to slowly type his response. Writing on a computer wasn't anything like typing on a typewriter. For one thing, the keys were so sensitive that letters appeared if he so much as thought about pressing a key. As a result, there was not a satisfying clacking noise when the keys were pressed, nor was there a ding to reward him for finishing a line. It made the writing seem much more laborious.
For some reason, the computer also decided to underline many of his words in red. According to his cheat sheet, that meant the computer was disagreeing with him about the spelling of a word. Honestly, a typewriter would never have been so quarrelsome. Also, Sebastian thought, whoever had decided that the spelling of words should be changed from their original spellings should be dug up and given a stern lecture.
"Dear Doctor Wills,
Thank you for your response. I am encouraged by the possibility of arranging for student visits to your peaceful continent. Thank you for considering the possibility along with your council of leaders.
Your partner's ability sounds like it will make traveling the long distances very convenient. I hope that bridging the long distance will cause him no inconvenience. Certainly, I hope that my knowledge of his mutation shall likewise be less than troublesome and I shall handle this knowledge with the discretion possible.
The two teachers who will be accompanying you back to Antarctica are Sara Nobes and Rayne Srisai. If it is convenient for you, they will meet you at platform 22 as the train station in New York City on the first of October at noon. I will ask them to be prepared to travel whenever you are ready to make the return journey. In the meantime, I hope they can show you some of the sights of the city.
I look forward to your further correspondence,
Sebastian Csendes Headmaster of Pax Academy"
Sebastian allowed the computer to have its own way with the English spellings, then delicately pressed the send button and allowed the message to travel nearly instantaneously through wires and airwaves, across continents and oceans, to the inbox of Garrett Wills, head doctor for the Colony.
