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.
Isabel's little adventure with the large beast was quickly turning into a disaster. She'd been too preoccupied with moving the creature and then picking herself up off the ground to have initially noticed the second round that had been fired by the officers, the action only becoming evident as the other mutant doubled back and attempted to swat it out of the way. She'd never seen anyone hit with that kind of non-mutant firepower before. Skidding to a clumsy stop, for a moment she could only stand and stare at the beast as it continued its retreat in a far less speedy manner. The predictable roar that followed caused her to wince at the volume, bringing her back to the current situation and restoring her mobility.
There was little she could do but watch as the beast shifted to a more humanoid form, her gaze skipping around to follow the numerous rounds of bullets that were pushed from his flesh and bounced across the asphalt. She was amazed he'd been able to remain conscious for as long as he did before finally collapsing. What the hell was she supposed to do now? There was no way she'd be able to get both herself and the young man airborne, and attempting to carry him while climbing could prove to be a little too risky.
Assuming the officers would be following after them in a timely manner, she quickly made her way over to the body. Unfolding and separating her wings into their previous six legs, she placed the tip of each in different spots on the ground before proceeding to create another shield with them, surrounding both herself and the unconscious young man. Tentatively she repositioned the body so the mutant was on his back, her fingers moving to flutter over his open wound. She could do very little about the destroyed skin and muscle, but even shattered bone was something she could work with.
With less care over his comfort than she normally took with any of her injured companions, she probed through the broken flesh, feeling for any sharp fragments. The moment her skin came in contact with any such material, it was quickly gathered up and placed against the main portions of bone where she set about melding them back together and repairing what damage she could. For the rest of the wound, she could think of little else to do except to sew the flesh shut where she was able and patch it in other areas, creating the necessary tools from her own skeleton.
As she worked on the body, she also worked on her protective barrier, making sure it was triple and then quadruple thick, attempting to stand up to as much damage as was possible should the officers make it to the two sooner than she'd anticipated. "C'mon, kid. Wake up, wake up! I need you moving so we can get out of here." With moderate firmness she patted the young man's cheek, attempting to rouse him from his faint. Things would be easier if she wasn't forced to drag his body.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by predator on Jun 16, 2009 20:16:38 GMT -6
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A second after blacking out, at least from Predator's point of view, his senses were restored, as if he had just closed his eyes for a bit. Keeping his eyes closed, he probed his wound lightly with his fingers, clenching his teeth against the waves of pain that it sent through his body. It was only about an inch deep, but it was large, and he still had a couple broken ribs. Actually, Predator found with his probing, he didn't. Was healing part of the other mutant's mutation, for as he opened his eyes that was who was kneeling beside him, her hands lightly ornamented with his blood.
Ignoring a fresh stab of pain, although it was much less now that the ribs were fixed, Predator sat up, looking around the small area allowed by the sheild the mutant had set up. "Note to self: avoid rockets." He shook his head a bit, his long braid now mangled, and looked around again. "Thanks." She had obviously risked her life to come to his aid. "I guess now we're even, huh?" Though Predator had a reasonable chance of surviving the wound, if the mutant hadn't had come to his aid he probably would have been bundled up by the authorities and taken to a mutant-proof facility. The very thought of bars made Predator shake with fear, and he had to take a moment to calm himself before he felt able to continue.
Just then, bullets began pinging against the outside of the sheild. Predator looked at the mutant, and said, "Exactly how much damage can this thing take?" Though Predator wouldn't be running any marathons any time soon, he could certainly find the willpower to get his butt moving enough to get away from the cops. The threat of anything resembling the camps was enough motivation for him to do almost anything. "By the way, I'm Predator, you?"
A minor wave of relief hit Isabel as the young man on the ground began to move again, his fingers experimentally poking and prodding at the wound in his torso. The tight expression that contorted his expression made his pain evident, though there wasn't anything she could do about it at the moment. She didn't like seeing other mutants in pain, with perhaps the exception of the X-Nerds. She liked it even less when there was nothing she could do to ease it in some way. She certainly knew that there would be injuries in any conflict, even those with human involved, though it never seemed to make it any better to have to see her companions injured.
Worriedly she watched as he sat up and shook his head, her attention briefly turned to the makeshift shield she'd set up. Even if it did allow them a little time and space to get their heads together, she wouldn't be able to hold it up there forever, particularly with an assault being launched against it. "You can call us even when we get out of here," she replied, glancing at the bone surrounding them, though at no spot in particular. The brief display of worry, or possibly fear, that gripped him confused her a little. He certainly could hold his own in a fight, especially in his dog-like form. He hadn't seemed worried at all a short time before he'd shifted. Did he know something she didn't? The thought worried her a little.
"With just bullets? I can sit here for hours. Any damage they do I can repair easily enough. With that grenade launcher? I'm not exactly sure. I've never been hit with one of those before," she answered, trying to formulate a plan of escape in her mind even as the distraction of bullets and repairs occupied a large portion of her thoughts. "I'm Isabel," she answered again, though a little more distractedly than her previous statements. "You think you'd be able to make a quick exit if I gave us a little bit of a distraction?" she asked, her gaze becoming a little more focused as she turned to look at the young man.
On the outer surface of the shell sharp spikes of varying sizes were quickly sprouting, the surface they covered being judged by how wide the arc of oncoming ammo was being fired. "I shoot, we run. Sound good?" she asked, cautiously creating an opening at the back side of her defenses where an exit could be made, leaving an open path to the nearest alley way. "If you can make it to the roof, that'd be even better. I've got a place we can retreat to and lay low in until the cops get tired of playing tag."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by predator on Jun 19, 2009 18:17:44 GMT -6
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"You can call us even when we get out of here. With just bullets? I can sit here for hours. Any damage they do I can repair easily enough. With that grenade launcher? I'm not exactly sure. I've never been hit with one of those before. I'm Isabel, you think you'd be able to make a quick exit if I gave us a little bit of a distraction?" Isabel then turned to look at Predator, her gaze steely.
Predator nodded, and said, "Oh yes, I don't plan to hang around."
"I shoot, we run. Sound good? If you can make it to the roof, that'd be even better. I've got a place we can retreat to and lay low in until the cops get tired of playing tag."
"Sounds fine with me. I'll wait for you on the roof, then you can lead the way."
With a confirmation given from her companion for her plan for escape to be put into motion, she wasted little time in making her move. The moment she was assured that he'd be able to get moving in a short amount of time, she quickly released every single spike that had protruded from the shell, the spines leaving the main body of bone at an alarming rate of speed aiming to embed themselves in any chunk of flesh they could reach. Hopefully she'd be able to hit a good number of officers that had gathered outside her perimeter. With any luck it would keep them effectively distracted while she followed after the shifter.
If her preparations had been made clear enough, the young man should have made his exit through the gap she'd created in the shell that had surrounded them, her own body soon wriggling through the same gap as she moved to make her exit as well, a few small threads attaching themselves to the shell and trailing up to her fingers as she moved. She would trust Predator enough to believe that he'd be able to make it to the roof by utilizing the fire escapes that lined the alley way, or perhaps by some other method that would be made available to him through his mutation. As for her, she once again took advantage of her increasingly useful spidery lengths of bone, using them to lift her from the ground and carefully ascend to the upper levels of the surrounding buildings. The added length of stride made it faster than trying to use the man-made methods of climbing, and they would undoubtedly allow her to cross the gaps between buildings once she'd reached the roof. When Predator met her, she'd start heading toward the Sanctuary.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by predator on Jun 30, 2009 20:54:05 GMT -6
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Predator dashed out of the gap in the bone sheild, and lept towards the wall, digging his claws into the brick and almost appearing to glide up to the rooftops, where he crouched down to take cover from the inevitable counter-fire.
He hoped that Isabel could make it up soon, because if she didn't it is likely that she would be taken down. It wouldn't take to long for the SWAT to bring that RPG to bear again.