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.
Ghost nodded and hmmed where appropriate. But his answers only brought up more questions. She was sure eventually she would run out, but with such a complex gift there was a lot to know. "When you are a child with a child's mind, how do you know to keep advancing your age? I heard a baby's cry." She hadn't really seen a baby on tape, that part had been too small. "I would be afraid you'd get stuck as a baby every time your ran through the cycle that way."
And backwards! Ho boy would that be bizarre! No doubt the people around him had despised that of him. The word "youthening" had her grinning through. Youthening. It didn't sound all that bad.
Another thing she hadn't even thought about was his descendants not carrying on his name. She supposed they were allowed to birth girls as well as boys, though. For some reason in her mind his descendants would all be marked somehow as his: white hair, hooves, or healing...
But it didn't always go that way with ancestry. Her dad always said she had his father's eyes, her grandfather's eyes. Certainly she didn't have eyes like her mother or father. Ghost suddenly wondered if any of her distant relatives were still in the states. They were never all that close.
"Mmmm. Living a long time sounds complicated." The words word English, but the intonations were all Japanese. She was pretty sure she could cook up some new and different questions, but instead leaned back in her chair and wiggled her toes inside of her shoes. Sometimes Ghost ate like a bird.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 22, 2009 11:08:35 GMT -6
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Advancing all the way through being a young child had been difficult at first. “Practice helps. The first couple times I tried to skip though infancy I did get stuck there. It took a couple of tries and a couple of childhoods waiting until I was old enough to try again. It seems that concentration is key. Focusing only on where I am going keeps the thought in my head long enough that the child's mind doesn't over take that goal.”
His blue eyes twinkled with a smile to accompany her grin. Youthening had been an amusing experiment indeed. Probably not one he would try again unless he became very bored. He shook his head and sipped his tea. Probably.
She sat back in her seat obviously finished with her food, both eating it and playing with it. He was fairly full himself and had only his tea left to finish.
>>>"Mmmm. Living a long time sounds complicated."
Sebastian tilted his head at her inflections. “Somewhat, yes. I find it preferable to dying young, though.” Like at 20. Ahem.
“Are you finished eating?” It seemed like she was, but it was polite to check he figured. Then they could figure out how the paying system worked at this restaurant. In this culture there was at least three different ways to deal with paying for food. At some places the customers had to pay before they received their food, at others a bill was brought to them at the end, and the third option was to go up to the clerk at the front of the establishment after eating. This was obviously not the first type, but he couldn't tell which of the other types it might be. He glanced around to see what others were doing, but no one else was at the paying stage yet.
His tea sat half finished on the table. It was possible that he was too full to drink it now. He was kind of a grazer, preferring many small snacks to a few very large meals.
Well. There it was. Ghost found a very interesting painting on the wall. Or maybe it was a mandala, grains of sand painstakingly put into place. "I'll try to be more careful in the future." She dragged her eyes back slowly forcing herself to take the idea to heart and not only for Sebastian's sake. "Promise."
She nodded at the remainder of her food. She could probably take it home or back to the store... Ghost stood abruptly. "Oh no. The store. What time is it?" She'd figured she would have been out for most of the day passing out her vouchers, but she hadn't meant to miss the whole day.
A woman came over to see what was amiss with Ghost and then scuttled away to get the check and a box for leftovers. "I'm sorry. I lost track of time." She sank back into her seat feeling a bit antsy. She'd meant to finish some inventory before close, but they were probably starting closing prep already. And most definitely wondering where she was. Her keys and cell were still in her office too.
"Do you have a cellular phone? I recently got a cell, but ah- it's not on me. I'd have to fiddle with it to figure out what my number is." And it wold be nice to know where to get a hold of him if she ever got herself into trouble again. "Does the clinic have a landline? You'll likely be needing a phone for your business." Beneath the table her foot flapped until the waitress returned with their ticket. Ghost reached for her wallet, the one that was still in her office... "Oh dear. I wasn't meaning to go too far from the store..." She shrugged her apology. Hopefully Sebastian didn't leave his money in his other hooves or something of the sort.
Posted by Sebastian on Sept 24, 2009 21:31:22 GMT -6
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It shouldn't have been funny, the way she deliberately looked around at the ethnic décor, but he couldn't help but smile just a little at that slightly guilty look on her face. Luckily by the time she dragged her gaze back to his face he was able to wipe his smile away and replace it with an expression more befitting the seriousness of the situation: somewhere between concerned friend and disapproving father.
He stood nearly as quickly as she did, startled out of his seat by the suddenness of her movement. She quickly explained that her concern was not an emergency, but the lateness of the hour. He reached for his pocket watch to check the time, but Ghost had already scampered off to request the bill. “It's quarter of eight,” he answered to thin air.
When she returned he assisted her with her chair once more, then took his own seat. Ghost had alighted no more firmly on her chair than a bird on a twig ready to take flight once more at a moment's notice.
“The phone lines aren't hooked up quite yet. Someone is supposed to come next week, I think.” Or maybe it was a plumber that was coming to give an estimate next week. He couldn't remember off the top of his head. “I don't have a cell phone either. Just a message device-thing. You know, you call the number and your phone number appears on the screen?” He didn't know how it worked. It didn't even have cords that attached it to anything, so it seemed more like magic than machine to him.
As he was speaking, the waitress brought their tab and Sebastian handed her the necessary cash to cover their expenses plus a little extra for a tip.
Transaction complete, he stood once more and offered his pale companion his arm once more. “It sounds as though you have somewhere you need to be right now. Shall I escort you to your destination?”
She wasn't used to all the seat helping, nor the standing when she stood... if that was even what he was doing. Also a quarter of eight was probably sometime around 8 o'clock, which was late enough that the drawers had been changed for the last shift and that meant she was behind. If the drawers weren't switched by now, someone was going to be in trouble when she got back.
"Give me a ring when the store's phone is installed. I'll drop off my cell number with the paperwork. If I had it memorized I'd give it to you now unless you thought you'd lose it." But she wasn't all that great at memorizing strings of numbers. She watched the money exchange hands and readily took the arm offered to her. "I'm not sure what device you have." It sounded like a cell phone that didn't accept calls... which was either odd or old... or both. Maybe if she saw it she would know.
Ghost left her remnant of food. Usually she was all over leftovers, but time was short. "I appreciate the company for the walk, but can we hoof it?" She didn't even realize her pun as evidenced by the way she went right past it and on to other things. "Ghosting will have to wait for another time when you can properly appreciate it." She grinned at Sebastian just about the whole way back to the store where they parted ways.