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.
Nothing that didn't go away... That was an odd one. Lots of nothing was an odd concept to begin with, lots of nothing that was ever present just made his head hurt. That was the type of thinking best left to theoretical physicists, not guys that pulled a B average in high school.
Bit more diligence probably wouldn't have gone astray.
Oh, and there Aiden went acting like he was the only one that had ever dealt with the stuff he was talking about. All that time around Persi really hadn't done him any good, had it? Well, except perhaps to show him that he wasn't the most socially inept person on the planet. "Broke travelling sucks. I made the trip from Australia as a stow away, I'm fully aware of how awful it is. You can't just fall back on it just being the travel though. You kind of already told me it wasn't." Cafas smiled, retaliating to petulance with a gentle ribbing.
"So, nothingness is keeping you from sleeping ever since you disappeared into the snow on a bunch of trained X-men? Any chance it's a recollection of the same nothing you felt then?" Because it sure seemed to make sense that it was to Cafas. In sort of the same way the people he'd... That he'd killed, kept him up. What was he supposed to recommend? Get a Maya? Was Ai even interested in people? It hadn't seemed to come up. It wasn't really even that simple, even if he was. Maya was a special case, in that she restored and exemplified his faith in humanity. She made everything feel better.
Finding an equivalent ain't exactly a walk in the park.
Posted by Aiden Killian on Aug 6, 2016 10:42:54 GMT -6
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Why couldn't his glass be bottomless? He could already feel the miniscule gains in wakefulness and energy sliding away again. Like a grease-soaked rope in a game of tug-of-war, only it was only his end that was slippery. And the ground was slippery too, and he just kept ineffectually sliding around on his inevitable way to the big puddle of maybe sleep in the middle.
He was probably trying to pull uphill backwards too, wasn't he?
"I never said it was just the travel. The travel just really didn't help." Even he could tell that was petulant, but Cafas was grinning at that managed to make him feel better. Kind of. It eased up one dimension of his general not-feeling-great-ness. It made absolutely no dent in other things, like exhaustion and stress and repeated nightmares and being so cut off from everything with which he was familiar and the few things he had actually chosen for his life.
But it still helped, and he eased a little deeper into the chair, empty glass loosely meshed between his hands and his knees once he'd tucked his feet into the crack between seat cushion and chair arm. Maybe he would actually be able to sleep without nightmares tonight. At least for a few hours. Maybe even if he kept talking about it, somehow. Not talking about it hadn't helped, right? Oh God he was tired. That must be why he was thinking of such ridiculous things with such seriousness.
"One hundred percent chance," he started to say, and then had to pause for a very wide yawn. "Even the nightmares have less nothing, I think, but still. S'not good."
Was that sensation his head slowly sliding down the side of the chair? Sensation was good. He probably shouldn't fall asleep right here, though. He should fight back upright.
...
Okay, now he should fight back upright. There. That should last for at least another minute.
"Nah, doesn't sound good at all. We can talk more about this some other time though, right now you need to get whatever sleep you can. Come on" Aiden was barely keeping himself upright, it seemed silly to keep trying to talk to him. He was clearly beyond his limit for exhaustion. That didn't bode well for him actually making it to a room without falling on his face along the way. Well, what was he strong for if not for carrying his team members?
He's going to hate this.
Cafas slid an arm around the barely lucid Aiden's shoulder, the other under his knees, and lifted him out of the chair. If the guy had been knocked out, rather than just sleepy, Cafas would have put him over a shoulder. That was a very uncomfortable way to be carried though. No, bridal would have to do. His arms were not going to appreciate it at all.
His room's probably been given to someone else. Suppose a guest room will have to do for now.
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Sleep. Yes.
Probably not right here, nice as that was seeming in the moment. Public places were not good sleeping places. Not that he was exactly sure where would be better. Maybe he should leave that to Cafas -
"What are you doing?! Between surprise and exhaustion, it took him a bit to actually even start to realize what was going on. He was not in the chair anymore. He was rather rapidly warming up. And he was nope never mind.
And then he sighed and just folded his arms. Mostly. He didn't have a whole lot of effort points left over after sulking. Or awake points. He was really, really in the negative on awake points. In the future, he should not get to this point of exhaustion. It was not good.
"You are a pain," he muttered, eyes already mostly closed again. When did that happen? He'd probably have to try to figure it out later. When he wasn't both over-warm and exhausted.
It was a... dangerous... combination.
But he was back, so it wasn't a sort of danger he had to worry about. Not right now.