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.
Nelson Havarti was having a hard morning. He’d just spent a good few hours being chewed out by the mayor of NYC and a good few hours after that in a press conference. Now he was making his way through the gargantuan amounts of protestors outside the rehabilitation camps for the develop-genetically challenged.
He was a balding man in his 50’s and thoroughly enjoyed his years serving the city of New York as a public relations representative. Though he had to admit- he never thought it would bring him here of all places. Despite his cheerful grin and attempts at happy waves to the hordes of people outside- Nelson would have much preferred to stay in bed today then meet with the ‘develop-genetically challenged’.
The crowd came to a hush as he approached the podium with his briefcase in hand accompanied by several officers of the law. He was thinking over in his mind what he was going to say. The fact was he’d been thinking it over all morning.
Images of the camps had been all over the news the day before unbeknown to the mutants inside. A starry-eyed reporter looking for her chance to climb the proverbial latter was sneaky enough to get past security with her mini-camera and snag a few shots of the mutants at the laundry pool. It wasn’t much but the images were now circulating the TV’s and internet like crazed propaganda and once again Nelson was expected to clean up the mess.
He took a breath and cleared his throat. “Friends! Neighbors!” he started “I assure you I am as shocked an appalled at the treatment of our brothers and sisters as you are”. There was a mixed reaction from the crowd. Some were booing, some were cheering. Either way, Nelson was laying it on thick. They didn’t pay him top dollar for nothing. He started to speak in jargon about the goings on at the camps expressing his disgust at how the develop-genetically challenged looked. There were shouts and cries from family members in the crowd. He continued to explain that the government has been using the camps as a temporary solution and that the final goal was to have the develop-genetically challenged re-integrated back into society in a manner in which we could all co-exist. Of course brought on another mixed reaction from the crowd. “Consider my friends, “ he began “…the implications of a poor young woman afflicted with a gene that gives her pointy ears. It’s not her fault and she is of no threat to society.” He paused to let the image sink in. “…but a man with super-human strength who could knock down our buildings… these are the reasons for the camps.” He motioned to various charts and diagrams behind him talking about the ratio of different powers. “We also have a lot to learn from our afflicted brothers and sisters in the areas of health. Some have regenerative powers that could cure diseases such as cancer.” He continued listing the positive reasons for having the camps.
“Of course, when all is said and done there are many of you who just want equality and your government respects that.” A cheer erupted from the crowd. That’s right. They were eating out of his hand. “And it is for this reason we have started the Develop-genetically challenged working for humanity project. This project will help to amalgamate our brothers and sisters back into mainstream society through acts of community service. Men and women will re-enter the workforce to better our city under observable supervision. We are hoping that not only will this help those in the camps while the integration process is worked out, but it will also give the public a chance to see our brothers and sisters in action.” He finished his speech and the crowd was silent a moment and then erupted in questions. A small pudgy man took the floor offering to answer all questions as Nelson made his way to the camp entrance.
He wasn’t feeding them total lies. In fact the majority of what he had said was true. The mutants would be put to good use- the well behaved ones. They had other plans in mind for the trouble makers.
Nelson swiped his security pass and acknowledged the hat tips from various guards. He made his way to the guard’s barrack in which there was a small video camera set up. These cameras were joined to LCD projectors that were now projecting in the mess halls of the women’s camp and the men’s camp. Just before his arrival an alarm had sounded queuing the mutants to go to their respective cafeterias. Once on camera in the barracks Nelson’s image was broadcasted in both rooms. He began to give a very similar speech as the one outside, outlining the various expectations.
“It is with excitement that I have issued upon the guards the lists of those mutants who currently qualify for this program. Please check the posted lists in the mess hall to see if you are eligible. If you are not yet on this list do not fret- a little good behaviour from you will go a long way” and with that the broadcast ended. Nelson loosened his tie. It would be a long day yet.
Ooc: so feel free to post your character checking the list. Be sure to have them say where they are (you choose) and I will make starter posts in those areas.
Neena sat near the middle of the room, shoveling down the tasteless items that passed as food in the camps. She'd found that if she held her breath and simply inhaled the food, usually it stayed down long enough for her body to glean whatever meager nutrition it provided. Though when the announcement of the 'Develop-genetically challenged working for humanity project' was made, she felt her stomach protest.
"Glorified community service, you mean," someone nearby muttered.
"You mean slavery," someone else replied. "Like they haven't humiliated us enough already."
Neena leaned her head in her hand, and arm on the table, chewing on her pinkie nail as the announcement continued.
“It is with excitement that I have issued upon the guards the lists of those mutants who currently qualify for this program. Please check the posted lists in the mess hall to see if you are eligible. If you are not yet on this list do not fret- a little good behaviour from you will go a long way.”
<"Good behavior? Well, that let's me out...."> She snickered to herself and stood to return her tray. A subdued murmur ran through the Mess Hall as the women exchanged thoughts about the program. Purely out of curiosity, Neena paused by the nearest guard and asked for a list. She wanted to see who had been deemed 'well-behaved'. There were few that she knew, that she would have placed on that list.
Her eyes stopped halfway down the page.
Name - Nehanda Jenkins. Assignment - Park Cleanup.
She looked at the guard over her glasses. "You're serious?" she asked flatly. He snatched the list back, glaring.
"Consider yourself lucky. If I had my way all of you cop-killers would be rotting in Isolation for the rest your freakish lives. Nelson's just a brown-nosing pencil pusher."
Neena refrained from reminding the man that he could usually be found stuck to his supervisor's hind quarters, in more ways than one. Instead she moved outside, and to another list-holding guard. She wanted to see who else was on the list.
Sara leaned over her tray of food. Her back was to the corner of the room, where she could keep an eye on everything without having to turn her head too much. Some how half of her food on her tray had miraculously made it into her stomach and she was just bracing her intestines, nose, tongue, and taste buds for another on slot when the announcement came.
Sara cringed, Her head tilted down at her plate, knowing with her condition she should eat all she could, but her stomach had suddenly felt as though it was filled with led. No room for anything else. In fact there were bits she could feel, struggling to come back up.
The murmur ran through the tables and Sara felt someone bump against the table beside her. Shya had chosen to sit across from the feline four seats down. The look on her face was clearly of concern. Uncertainty.
A too familiar voice forced Sara’s ears to flicked back against her hair. James had called her name from a few tables over. He gave her a little finger wave before making fast dance like steps over to the seat across from her. The chair was pulled out and set backwards where he sat with his legs around the back rest and he could lean on the upper part.
That’s it. Sara really wasn’t going to be able to eat another bite.
His greasy features creased as he extended his hand with the list in Sara’s direction. “You’ll be the resident cat in boots. Well. There is actually a more name for that but it’s not appropriate near the children is it.” A smile smeared across his features. Sara let her eyes flick up at his, flashing with reflections of light. Then going back to the list. Her name was at the bottom. Rural improvements was written next to it. “You’ll be painting over graffiti and cement.”
James was enjoying this entirely too much. Sara tried scanning the rest of the list to see who else was on it. She had just enough time to catch sight of Shya’s name. No doubt she would be on it. The girl hardly ever raised her voice, even when she was pissed. Looked like Shya had parks and highway clean up.
James gave Sara one of those creepy winks and shotgun gesture combinations before moving off. Giving Sara some breathing space again along with room to shove her food to the side.
Ruby Lupin had barely evaded the guards who had wanted her to clean thier bunk.The fox girl looked a bit better than most prisioners, due to Emerald's constant care as well as her own issues for her fur to be messy. She was glad she did however because now she could look at this infamous list that everyone seemed to be talking about.
The good thing about her small size was the fact she was easilly able to slip through the crowd of people that now hovered over the list. She managed to quickly scan down to the L's till she found her name in big letters.
Ruby Lupin- Park Cleanup
She scanned for Emerald's name and when she couldn't find it a feeling of dread rose up in her chest. Ruby was now terrified that she would be targeted by the guard James. He had backed off of her since he had heard about Emerald breaking that guys foot but if they were away from the camp Emerald couldn't come and help her.
If Ruby had some way to make something to help herself she would be okay but they wouldn't allow her to have any tools so she couldn't create any new inventions or robots to defend her like she normally did. She also didn't have enough strength to really and truely hold her own in a fight.
Ruby gravitated towards the other women she knew, Sarah and Neena. She Stayed closed to them unable to stop the fear that was rising in her chest which caused her to shake a little bit.
"Its gonna be worst out there than it is in here." Ruby stated solemly.
Once James had left her to go humiliate someone else, Sara went to stand. Taking her tray and dumping it in the trash near the corner table. Normally she’d just leave the tray but then, that left more work for the mutants that cleaned the lunch room.
Sara came to a half just outside a group of other inmates where she could listen in to what some of them were saying. Ruby seemed to just appear near her, from out of nowhere.
"Its gonna be worst out there than it is in here."
Sara’s glare immediately melted when she glanced at Ruby. Poor pup. “It could be.” Sara said quietly, moving so that she properly addressed the fox girl. “But that’s hard to say till we’re out there. It could also present new opportunities.” In Sara’s case, she planned on looking for a few things to steal then tuck away. Never know what may come in handy when the time comes.
Neena gave up trying to see the entire list; a surprising number of the women were keenly interested in the idea, and their possible placement. Neena was approaching her monthly cycle, and her tolerance level inched lower every day. Rather than risk going off on someone other than a guard, she backed away to an area with more space. She notice Ruby and Sara seemed to have similar ideas.
"Its gonna be worst out there than it is in here."
“It could be. But that’s hard to say till we’re out there. It could also present new opportunities.”
She glanced thoughtfully at the two girls besides her. Usually a pillar of positiveness, today Neena just didn't feel like being Pollyanna. Instead she simply grunted a vague semblance of agreement. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes tiredly. Sleep had been fleeting and restless lately.
Posted by rainewater on Jan 26, 2008 9:48:31 GMT -6
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ooc: K guys, If no one else posts in the thread I'll start the other threads on Wed. Other people showed interest but they'll just have to catch up and wait for new threads.
ic:Raina looked up and followed the others to the lineups. She wasn't sure what she thought about this whole community service thing, but she knew she wanted to see the sun again and get outside. It was winter now- and she missed the snow. Though NYC would be nothing like home.
She finally moved to the front and saw her name under Neenas. She'd be doing park clean up too. Raina silently smiled. She liked Neena- and she was happy to get outside.
Posted by rainewater on Jan 28, 2008 13:35:01 GMT -6
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ooc: gonna go ahead and make this post, feel free to post before it happends
ic: Another alarm sounded and attention was drawn to the big screens. A male guard face appeared. "Ok Muties listen up." he waited for silence. "For those of you who have been assigned a detail you ar excused from your normal camp details for the time being. You will line up with your hands on your head according to your place of community service an wait for inspection from the guards. From there you will be led to holding cells where you willbe given outdoor clothing consisting of cotton pants, a sweater, gloves, boots, and a hat. From the holding cells you'll be filtered into your various busses that will take you to your place of service. I dont need to remind you that any sort of acting out will not be tolerated. Not only will the guards be equipped with their usual sources of protection, the stalker bots will be constantly surveying the areas. We will make hell for you when you come back- if you even come back alive." he threatened. "I expect this to go smoothly and easily. Line up."
Neena pulled on a smile for Raina's sake. She hadn't seen the young woman smile very often, so she encouraged it when she could.
She listened to the next announcement, then made a small noise in her throat. Well, at least they were getting away from cold laundry duty and receiving some warmer clothes.
She inhaled deeply, and let it out in an exaggerated sigh. "Well, ladies," and she put her arms around all three girls, "guess we get to go on a field trip. Shall we?"
