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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Armour which could repel metal, now there was a handy trick to have up your sleeve. And it explained everything, she mused, how one moment even a spear couldn’t touch him, but the next he could pick up a metal shield. Useful talents, haven’t heard that one before. She wondered how much she was willing to give away about herself. One thing was for Hunter to know, but she didn’t like the idea of just anyone knowing what she was capable of; she liked secrecy. Having come to a decision she spoke, “Well that depends on whether you count light and heat manipulation as unusual talents or not? And yourself, apart from allowing you to see, what do your powers do?” The way she figured, unless in a lab coat or guard/soldier gear, everyone in the labs were mutants. She waited, interested to see firstly his response to her power, and secondly what his power turned out to be.
Posted by gorganite01 on Nov 6, 2007 11:43:11 GMT -6
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Light and heat manipulation? That was rather vague... "When you say light and heat, do you mean you can cause things to be come brighter and hotter, or is there more to it than that?" She then asked for more description about his powers. He wasn't sure how much he wanted her to know. "As you say, I can see. But it is not in the usual sense. I am entirely unaffected and uninfluenced by light, instead I..." He searched for the right word...sense. I know where everything is around me, and what it is going to do. If you were paying enough attention during our spar and your little experiments, you would have noticed that I have uncannily fast reactions." In some cases, he had started moving before she did.
More questions, understandably she supposed, not that he had been particularly specific with his ‘sensing’. A minor debate when commenced – To explain or not to explain? The pro-explanation thoughts were gathering around points akin to the fact he seemed sophisticated not to go around telling others, they might have to work together, he had bested her, and he had explained his abilities in more depth than she had. Where as the anti-explanation thoughts were rallying around ideals such as her own secrecy, her ability to be able to surprise him if needed, the fact she didn’t trust anyone, he might tell anyone, and simply that she liked people knowing as little as possible about her.
The fierce debate was waged momentarily, having come to a decision, which she still wasn’t certain it was the wisest course of action, she spoke. “A trust your honour that this won’t become common knowledge” Nice touch that, “The energy that creates light and heat is the same, simply their wavelengths differ. I can manipulate this energy, channelling it to somewhere, or taking away, or even absorbing amounts of it within me. When I manipulate the energy I can control which wavelengths I’m working with. Therefore, creating light or sapping it utterly away, which most people find particularly unnerving” he wouldn’t which was a shame “or channelling the heat towards someone, causing their brain to over heat, or taking away their needed heat” Also life threatening it just took more longer. That seemed to be quite a fair explanation. And in return hopefully he would answer her questions: “Your sensing, is it materialistic, can you just sense outlines? Or can it give more depth? And can you sense the difference between a living or an inanimate object?”
Posted by gorganite01 on Nov 7, 2007 16:14:36 GMT -6
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He sensed a small amount of conflict in her, which was probably based around her deciding how much to tell him. He nodded at her reference to his honour; he saw no reason to tell anyone. He wasn't sure what she meant by wavelengths; he had just assumed that heat affected touch, and light affected eyes. Not being able to experience the latter, and only interacting with his grandfather (who never went to school either) for the better part of his life meant that he didn't really have much to go by. But he was intriugued when she explained further; taking away and adding more. He knew full well the dangers of over- or under-heating, and she could do with thought. Potentially very dangerous indeed.
She then firther inquired about his powers. Ironically, it would be best explained when compared to sight. Not helpful. He just had what he and his grandfather had worked out between them to go on. "I cannot sense non-living objects unless I focus, in which case I get a brief image of everything around me. This goes into greater detail than eyesight, but cannot pick up light based things such as colour. In regards to living things, I can always sense everything living around me." He neglected to mention that in the labs, Antonescu's shroud greatly decreased the range of this ability. "I can sense what it is, where it is, and what it is doing. To some extent, I can sense what it is about to do as well. It is this aspect that allows me to overcome more experienced and stronger opponents." The only thing it hadn't helped him win against, was Antonescu. But that didn't really count.
"So how did you end up under the employ of a man like Antonescu?"
Interesting. The differentiating between living and inanimate objects was intriguing, sense it suggested that what he sensed was something connected with someone’s life force. What something’s about to do? Now that explained a lot, and was even more useful still, she mused. Though it didn’t tie in with this sensing, or at least what she had understand about it. Someone intentions logically shouldn’t be able to picked up by a sense that senses the ‘life’ within them. But clearly somehow it worked. And that combined with armour no metal blade could touch, and master ship of a sword made deadly concoction.
Looking back other the last year, there was no clear cut path to where she was, she hadn’t been specifically seeking anything. Yet, here she was. And life had never been this interesting. She had always been a wonderer, always seeking something more exciting, more challenging. Never being able to stay somewhere once, well she supposed, once she got bored. After staying in place for too long, she would find herself staring off to the horizon while in the middle of something, and getting more and more irritable. It was almost as if having a itch, which got worse and worse until she packed. In this manner she had arrived in London, its bustling streets and crowds being a new environment to test herself in. She decided to tell her story from there: “With no passport, or ticket, and no reason why, I came from London to New York.” After London had become boring, it was the only place she could think of that would interest her, that and for some reason she had felt drawn to it. “On my first day here I was meant by Kaz, another one of Hunter’s employees, we talked and he told me to go to the Black Talon and ask for Hunter if I was interested. And I went, spoke to hunter, and now I’m here.” She paused for a moment before enquiring “And you, a samurai is a bit out of place in the New York high street. Is he not?”.
Posted by gorganite01 on Nov 9, 2007 13:28:12 GMT -6
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He pondered how she oculd go from London to New York with no passport or ticket. But then again, that was exactly what he had done. Sort of. In fact, her 'recruitment' seemed fairly similar to his own. It appeared that Hunter hired people in vaguely the same way. "I had no original intention of coming to New York. I lived in Japan, where I made a living in sword contests, amongst other things. During one such competition, I was approached by Kitra, another of Antonescu's employees. She made an offer to come train with him, and I accepted. They brought me here, and I now work for him and in return I can do as I please. It has proven to be far more... interesting than just fighting against under-trained people from just one town, and though there was the occasional professional to provide a small amount of challenge, I have found that mutants pose far greater threats for me to deal with." He wondered if she would realise that he meant her, as well as Antonescu.
He was right there. She hadn’t lost a fight for a long time until this morning, and she supposed it was even more interesting when both opponents used their full abilities. That’s why she was here, and by the sound of it, it was the same for him. They were fighters looking for challenge, and she was starting to believe, that here in New York, she might just find one. Their training session seemed to have come to its natural end, so she went over and collected her knives. The session had been a good one, infuriating in some moments but certainly interesting. And so she felt good, that contentment of having worked hard and fought well. Satisfied with her training for the moment she was in the mind to do some exploring, there was so littlie of the complex she had actually seen, either that or grab a bite to eat. Before she disappeared into the changing rooms she turned to the warrior one last time; there was one more question to ask. “What’s your Name?” In was a trivial detail and hadn’t been relevant to their training, but she liked knowing names for some reason, just something that epitomised the person rather than ‘warrior’
Posted by gorganite01 on Nov 10, 2007 14:40:51 GMT -6
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She collected her knives, apparently having come to the conclusion that they were finished. That was fine by him, he could always find something to do. As he made his way to the changing room next to hers, where he had left his kimono, she threw him a question. "I go by Shogun." He didn't bother explaining why he called himself Shogun, as he went into the room to change.
Shogun, whether it held meaning or not, it suited the warrior, if asked why she wouldn't have been able to explain it just did. He disappeared into his changing rooms, clearly not offended by the conclusion of their training, and it wasn't as if she had cut them off mid practise they had trailed off into conversation. And though it had been interesting training with him there were certain things that held precedence over a conversation, namely satisfying her curiosity. So now she too vanished, she wondered where would be the best place to start her wonderings as she quickly changed into her normal clothing before taking her leave.