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 Tarin Brooks on Nov 24, 2012 10:00:42 GMT -6
Mutant God
DodgerBlue
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Jules
Tarin smirked as Rupert made his little joke and shrugged his shoulders. There wasn't anything left to say at the moment. Well technically there was, but it wouldn't make any progress on the case and the proverbial clock was ticking. Luckily, this was the easy part.
Wondering idly if Rupert had ever actually seen him at work, Tarin closed his eyes and concentrated. It was the strangest thing about his power, being able to sense all the energy. It was almost terrifying how much of it there was in just the small part of Manhattan he was opening up to.
The spirits weren't within his distance, so Tarin had to play the telephone game a little, hop-scotching his request for a meeting through ones who were closer and receptive to helping out. He could have simply asked them the same question he was going to ask his banker friends, but even among spirits there were varying degrees of reliability. If a person had been slime when they were alive, they were generally slime when they were dead. The bankers were a decent sort.
And punctual. After a few moments, the trio was standing on the rooftop in front of Tarin and Rupert. Opening himself up to a deeper connection with the spirits, Tarin poured energy into them, giving their bodies corporeal form so Rupert could see and hear everything that was going on.
"Evening, gentlemen." Tarin said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and smiling as they responded in kind. "This is my associate, Rupert Kelley. We're investigating a murder that we think might be coming from your side. He's got a few questions for you. Do you mind?"
The three spirits looked at each other and nodded. Their association with this Medium was reaping far more benefits than they'd thought. The living were far more interesting than the dead.
For his part, Tarin turned and smiled at Rupert, hoping to hell his eyes were all creepy and white.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Dec 9, 2012 17:55:53 GMT -6
Haven
Member of Haven
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Aug 29, 2018 17:15:00 GMT -6
Calley
Nothing happened at first. Nothing mere mortals could see, any way. He was sure he felt something vaguely off in the way the wind was blowing up here, though; something that made his skin crawl as he watched the silent medium's back. Had it been this cold down on the ground, or was that some kind of freakish mutant-mojo effect, too? Never mind that rooftops were always colder and windier than the street; this was different. He could practically feel the x-gene screwing up his air.
It wasn't too late to just shove the freak off the roof, and call this a night.
...And then came the dead guys.
Actually, they didn't look that bad. Their clothes were vintage, but well made; they were all of different heights and builds, but each of them shared a certain clean-cut white-collar air. If he hadn't been able to see the skyline through them still, he'd have found them far more respectable company than the scruffy tattoo maniac who'd brought him up here.
"Evening," he echoed the medium. "Now I don't really know how your... social network... operates, so forgive my first few questions here. The guy I'm looking for is newly dead, and probably riding around in a human right now. Possibly a mutant along the lines of our mutual acquaintance here." He gave a nod towards Tarin.
"So, before I get down to the grit: how tight nit are you gentleman with the rest of your... community? Do you keep tabs on newcomers?" That seemed a polite way to put it. "And do you know of anyone else who can speak to the dead like Tarin?"
Or anyone else the dead could put on like a suit. But really, he was trying to be polite, here. Might as well be civil: they were dead, not freaks.