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.
((ooc: Wasn't clear on whether you actually joined us at the table, David. Sorry if I misread that! Just tell me, and I'll rewrite.))
>> " Pluto, Big and red...and, if you hadn't guessed my power is to devour pies."
"And he has a monkey tail," Calley chimed in, leaning back in his chair to try and give the man an unobstructed view of the hard-to-miss long red appendage. "Which is pretty much the Mutation of Awesome. I mean, if you thought the pie was a strong ability, the monkey tail pretty much puts Pluto here into the ranks of our genetic elite. The rest of us poor saps have to deal with basking in his reflected glory." Bask, bask.
>> "Anybody in particular you are looking for? I bet between the three of us we know most of the big names in the city."
Truer words were rarely spoken. Not that Calley would willingly admit to knowing most of the big names in the city, especially in public, and especially when he was dress up in his goodie two shoes.
And then the answer came.
>> "Yes I am a mutant."
The nervous smile there was probably warranted, given the impression he'd just made on his mutated brethren. It was all good, though. All you really had to do to be one of the club was be born.
>> "well I came here because I heard there were groups of mutants here helping each other out, where I'm from I was always alone. So I was hoping I could track them down. But so far I haven't found a thing, I'm wondering if it was just a big waste of time."
A little rising snicker-snort puffed its way out of Calley's nose. "Err..." he looked to his companions. "I, ah, think we can help you there." Between the three of them, they officially had every major faction in the city represented. Twice, in some cases. Though he tried not to count himself more than once.
The guy hadn't shaken his offered hand, so Calley let it drop without comment. He turned the drop into a motion at an empty chair, the next table over. "Really," he said, "pull up a seat. You're looking to join up with some like-minded X-geners, right? Let's talk politics."
Calley's politics talk came in multiple-choice form. "If you were confronted in a dark alleyway by a human mugger, would you:
A) Disarm him, B) Break him to the point where he learned not to do that again, or C) Leave his widow and starving children to hold a closed-casket funeral and use the encounter as another example to fuel your growing loathing of the human race?"
This was a pretty good test to see where the man would fit, actually. Option A was X-Men--or how an X-Men would answer, actually, but probably only Silver Streak or Cold Steel would really do. B was Kabal, aka what most X-Men would actually do; C was Order on a good day, or X-Men with Emerald in charge. On a bad day, the Order would track down the widow and starving children so they could join their father-figure in exemplifying Darwin's concept of evolution. Probably in a way that couldn't be adequately reported on the news for fear of incurring censors.
"I'm not sure I caught your name," Calley prompted, as an after thought.
Kitra smiled, "Well Pluto is right, betweeen the three of us we can get you anywhere you need to be." She fell silent as he stated that he was a mutant. "I saw that you seemed to be in a trance when we came in, might you be some sort of physikic?" 'Hmm, if he is that could be useful to the kabal, sadly though no one is really running it at this point.' She blinked as Calley stated the politics, as he put it. Kitra couldn't help grinning as she listened to the multiple choice, she would likely start off with a), then scare the hell out of him.
OOC: Calley, you write everything so well it's hard for me to put anything as good
Pluto leaned back and peeled back the tin as he watched and waited, his mouth opening and devouring more pie. He was well on his way to finishing the pie and it had barely been there a couple of minutes. Maybe today was a two pie day, or topieday as a good day is called.
Pluto smiled at the comments made and the answers given he would speak more when the pie was gone. Now that the young man removed him self from the endangered species list his priorities were once again in line. His ears perked and he listened to the obvious choice that most any honest Order member would give. And momentarily wonder how many orphans and widows were out there due to the order… That was a sad thought…Not one sad enough to warrant any further thoughts that distracted him from…Where was his pie! His tongue cautiously searched for crumbs stuck in the tiny kept Goatee of his. When there was none he glanced around at the others a bit disoriented. He turned his attention to the conversation at hand mentally cheering the young man on to give the mugger what he deserves and freeing the welpling humans of his freedom of the trash they were depending on.
David accepted the gesture and pulled up a seat next to Calley, he was happy to know that they wanted to help, it could make things much easier. He turned towards Kitra "I guess it is kinda like like, I call it neurojacking, I can connect my brain into the internet, I was using it to search for the mutants, but every time I do I get flooded with useless arguments between mutants and humans, makes it hard to find what I need.
Then the options came, something he was definitely not expecting. "umm well I like humans, and would care not to kill someone, so I guess probably A, but if I had to I would go as far as B." He said nervously. The most surprising part was that their even was an option C, he knew their were violent mutants, those who hated humans, but he never really thought about it. Even worse was that one of those groups in New York could be like that.
Kitra smiled, "Definitely the mansion then." She nodded, "Interesting power indeed, I'm sure that can be an information overload at times if you aren't careful." Kitra grinned at Pluto, he was making her want more pie. She slid back her chair and stood up, "I'm going to grab a slice of that orea pie, it looks nummy." About a minute or so later she came back with her pie and sat back down, pulling her chair inwards. "So does the mansion sound good for you then, ah, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name either." Kitra blinked and took a bite of her oreo pie slice while she waited for the guy to answer.
>> "I guess it is kinda like like, I call it neurojacking, I can connect my brain into the internet, I was using it to search for the mutants, but every time I do I get flooded with useless arguments between mutants and humans, makes it hard to find what I need."
Calley blinked baby blue eyes and raised the accompanying eyebrows. "Nifty," he said, quite simply. "Can you do that from anywhere? Can you download music to your head? Do you have to worry about viruses?" Overloading the guy with questions probably wasn't polite, so Calley shoved the last bite of his key lime pie into his trap to zip it. Ummmmmmm key lime. The last bite was just as mouth-watering as the first. He took a few moments to savor it, letting the taste naturally dilute before turning his attentions to his Reese's pie.
>> "Umm well I like humans, and would care not to kill someone, so I guess probably A, but if I had to I would go as far as B."
>> "Definitely the mansion then."
The nervousness was understandable, and Kitra was definitely right: Mansion it was. Calley gave an assenting nod.
>> "So does the mansion sound good for you then, ah, I'm afraid I didn't catch your name either."
Calley leaned back in his chair, Reese's pie plate in one hand and fork posed in other as he waited on that answer. That was three times they'd asked for the guy's name. Would this be the charm, or was he deliberately dodging the question? Maybe not a Mansion prospective, if that was the case. The Kabal didn't mind shady pasts. And they didn't make you feel guilty about them, either.
Pluto shook his head and grinned at the young man. He accessed the internet with his mind and was teenage male. He wondereed if he was decensitsed much. " you want something to eat kid? Might I suggest the pie. the pie is good."
He wiped his mouh clean. " If you do go to the mansion, all that I ask is that you make sure to think for yourself. Its not bad to hear them out, but don't let people make your decisions for you. Pluto then rattled off his email address. "if you ever change your mind. drop me a note." Pluto raised his leg and crossed it over his knee and leaned back satisfied.
THe kid woud probablt fit in better where he was heading the sanctuary definately was a school of hard knocks. ANd accessing the web wasn't going to do alout to soften the blows that it taught.
David listened to Calley rattle off the questions, taking a second to think about each one. "Yeah I can connect from anywhere, and I suppose I could download music, but ti's kinda like having a song always stuck in your head, and as far as a virus I dunno, it's never happened to me and I never thought about it, hope not." He said still thinking about the possibilities.
The three of them seemed to all agree that he should go to the mansion, but he didn't know anything about it, or any other places. "So are you guys from the mansion? Because you seem pretty cool." He said curiously. they did seem friendly enough, even the big scary looking guy.
"No thanks to the food, I just came here to relax." He said as one of them asked his name "Oh it's David." He said as he listened to the big guy rattle off his e-mail, he had a good sense of humor at least.
Kitra paused for a moment while she finished her bite of pie, "I personally am not from the mansion, however the mansion is well known since it seems to be the publicity head for mutants." She nodded as she continued her awesome pie. "Ah, its very nice to meet you David. I do wish you the best of luck wherever you may go. Jut be careful not to cross another faction, another mutant group if you choose to put it that way." Kitra looked rather serious when she spoke next, "It would be hazardious for your health to put it simply." She gave a small smile then continued with her pie.
The self-admitted 'David' inquired about whether they were Mansion residents. Calley raised his hand.
"I am!" He grinned, and hooked a thumb at his two companions-in-pie. "Kit and Pluto here are from those 'other Factions' of which Kit speaks, though. The one's you shouldn't cross, lest she trail off ambiguously about your fate."
He gave sort of a lop-sided shrug. "Just so you know, cheerful little pietastic meetings of different Faction folk aren't exactly typical, in this city. We're kinda unusual, like that. Generally, there's a lot more... pounding. And smashing. And ice ramps."
>> "If you do go to the mansion, all that I ask is that you make sure to think for yourself. It's not bad to hear them out, but don't let people make your decisions for you. If you ever change your mind, drop me a note."
"In all fairness," Calley put in, after pausing to nom another bite of his Reese's pie, "the Mansion ain't the only Faction that makes with the brain-washin'. And you sound like our kind of material to start out with. The other Factions are more prone to putting the 'in' back in 'brain washing': 'washing in brain'. Ly. Fluids." That had sounded more coherent in his head. "Because they smash peoples heads open," he added, just to make sure that point hadn't been missed in his rush of eloquence.
He smiled at david and shook his head as the others were answering questions and alluding to dieing. " I have not washed in someone's brains!...for at least a week now. " He then smiled "you don't paint us in a pretty light Cal, simply because we are inclined to take what we want more than we are to compromise, does not mean that we enjoy violence and go out of our way to find disagreements." He shook his head and then sighed. " ah who amI kidding. To be perfectly honest I wouldn't wish joining our side on anyone. But I relent." it was great seeing the both of you. I will leave you to recruiting Calley. Kitra, you're always welcome back at the house." He rose to his feet, He liked Calley and wanted to keep it that way. "ah, David good luck with the mansion and life. He waved to the group and began to leave. " call me when we are heading to Canada."
(That's my exit, unless anybody needs anything. I will keep an eye on the next round of posts to see if I need another. if Its obvious that I don't you guys carry on. its been fun.)