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.
The huge wooden doors of the Mansion had opened up. Walking through those double doors was a teenager looking for a place he could stay and be his self. The last place didn't work out so great for him. He had completed his first task of getting to this school, and now the next one he had to achieve was to become a student who attends the school. As Justin stepped further in to the Mansion he looked around to see if he could find the staff and try to get registered into the school.Ironically there wasn't anyone in the halls here. The halls of the Mansion seem much quieter than the halls of Justin's old high school. Justin had released his luggage and placed his backpack on the floor, then he began to see if he could find someone to help him. Justin looked to his left to see where the noise he heard was coming from.
Justin had proceeded to follow the sound of the noise he had heard coming from down the hall. At the end of the hall was a sitting area with couches in the center of the room, sitting on top of this large decorative rug. On one of the couches was a boy who looked to be younger than Justin. Justin walked up to the boy and asked, "Hey, I'm Justin, uh.... would you know where I could find a staff member at the moment. I'm trying to join this school. Anything would really help me right now." The boy turned towards Justin and pointed. Justin had expected the boy to turn around and say something but the boy had no mouth at all. It looked as though his mouth was rubbed off by an eraser.The boy just pointed in the direction Justin had came from. Justin had replied with, "Thanks", and hesitantly walked in that direction.
Justin walked in the direction the boy had pointed. As he followed the hallway in the direction the boy pointed, Justin had became confused because he knew he was walking to the same place he had just came from. He looked around again and still didn't see anyone around. He had scratched his head and thought to his self, "I really thought that this was going to be the easier part." He then shook his head and laughed and sighed. Just as Justin lifted his head after the sigh, the same boy had appeared right in front of the double doors. Just before Justin spoke the boy pointed to the double doors. Justin again tried to ask the boy a question, but the boy cut him off and pointed again to the double doors, this time with more force. Justin had walked pass the boy, while the boy watched him walk through the doors. Once Justin had stepped outside, the doors closed and locked behind him. Justin looked to see if someone had see him through the windows on the first floor. In one set of windows, he saw the same boy, and this time with his backpack waving at him. "Just my luck." Justin said with both his hands on his head staring at the boy.
Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Aug 18, 2015 18:45:59 GMT -6
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Jul 27, 2018 20:39:53 GMT -6
Hazing. A time honored tradition wherever humanity gathered. A way for the established elite to say, 'Know thy place, newb.' A torturous ritual of undefined duration and expectations. The only way to win hazing was to survive it, neither giving in and appearing weak, nor being a poor sport tattletale pussy.
It was a fine line, hazing. The line that separated the men from the boys.
Or in this case, the high schoolers from the lower grades. Because the little s**** (pardon his French) had taken over the Mansion. They had men at every door. Seventh-grade teleporters, six-grade web spinners, a defense and offense that spanned from K-8. They even had someone in with the guidance counselor, Ms Taylor, keeping her occupied by sobbing inconsolably so she wouldn't step outside her office and ruin the game.
Aye, the game. The game was afoot.
Jiri rolled out of the hedge maze and ran, keeping low to the ground, to the fool standing at the front doors. Clearly a high schooler. Clearly a target. They'd lost too many good men in this war already: juniors gooed down by the girl who oozed endless snot, seniors turned into squirrels. This kid had no idea what he was getting into.
"This way!" The Iranian-Irish teenager hissed, barely slowing, shouting at the African American teen in passing. "Before they get a sniper in position!"
The snipers. Water-cannon boy, goo-girl, and worse. Windows up on the dorm hall were already being pushed open in preparation for an attack. Jiri didn't stop to see who was targeting them.
"Hurry!"
To the hedge maze. The last bastion of safety in this ancestral war. Hazing: the older kids were supposed to be winning, damn it.
