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.
"Yeah... it's the telepathy thing. And I was exagerating... some nights I'm fine. Some nights, though... like I said before, if it's emotionally intense, I'm likely to pick up on it. Especially nightmares. And after the fight with Kage, there were some pretty scared kids here last night."
Posted by ladyspade on Feb 22, 2006 21:28:22 GMT -6
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Daria nodded and sniffed the air instinctivly. She'd learned to do that discreetly and not to seem so weird. She didn't know why but she wanted to make a good impression on Mike since she had yet to make any real friends. She took two personal cartons of milk from the cooler near the entryways into the kitchen and put them on a tray. Before her mutation she used to be lactose intolerant. She smelled waffles and couldn't wait to get some. She walked into the kitchen where a few people waited online. "Yeah, I can understand why they would be." She was silent then remembered. "Speaking of sleep, I haven't slept through a whole night in years. Thank you" she said flashing a knowing smile.
"You looked like you needed to relax a little bit," Mike replied with a slightly cocky smile, "I like to help. And my power goes over better here than in the outside world."
His tray floated behind him as he walked along the lunch line, plates and food sliding onto it as he picked up his silverware and some orange juice. "Still, the night wasn't too bad. All the nightmares were pretty short, I just had to give them a little shot of bliss to even out their dreams."
Posted by ladyspade on Feb 23, 2006 10:21:27 GMT -6
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Daria paused for a minute, not walking. Her anger was hard to conceal since her mutation as her full lips curled back to reveal her fangs and her cat-like emerald eyes narrowed into slits. Daria didn't mind people knowing her dreams, they were that of any normal 19 year old young woman, except in them she wasn't mutant. She always verbally expressed her desire to be normal again so having someone realize in her dreams she actually was normal was no problem. Nightmares were different however, especially now. Daria's slumber was plagued with deep feelings of guilt, regret over things that had been pounded into her mind as sins, and visions of a broken family. Her nightmares of the accident, seeing her parent's mangled bodies twisted and broken over shards of glass and twisted metal and hearing the crashing of a car against mud and rock..that was far more intimate than even her dirtiest fantasy. A look into Daria's nightmares would look into her deepest fears and give more information than Daria wished to share. "How much did you see?" She asked as calmly as possible, trying hard to keep her stiff tail from lashing out and whipping at his legs. Her hands gripped the tray tightly and her claws pierced the metal as she awaited his reply.
"First of all, I hope you don't think that I want to see anyone's dreams. I just don't have much of a choice. But if you must know, I honestly don't remember much of any dreams I see, unless I'm awake when I see them. I remember tha-" he cut himself off, suddenly remembering that they were in public. He checked and, seeing that there wasn't really anyone to eavesdrop on them, continued in a lower tone. "-that yours were panicked and very painful, but I don't remember much else. Just... flashes, like when you wake up and you try to remember a dream, but all you get are little parts of the big picture. If you'd have asked me this when you woke me up last night, I might have remembered a little more, but not much. It's pretty much gone now."
He looked at her somewhat appologetically. "Again... I hope you don't think that I tried, or even wanted, to see anything. I just usually don't have much choice in the matter."
Posted by ladyspade on Feb 23, 2006 22:41:47 GMT -6
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Daria was suddenly aware that she had lost her temper-something she had been completely blind to in the process. Her eyes darted from left to right to see if anyone had noticed and then she retracted her claws and threw the metal tray into the garbage bin. Clutching two cartons of milk in her hands she returned Mike's apologetic look. And you wonder, Daria, why you can't make friends. Here he is trying to help you and you throw a fit. The one person who seems even close to being able to understand you. "I'm sorry, Mike. It's no big deal...I just..I hate for people to know what really goes on up there." she wiggled her ears to indicate her head. "I really don't want to be dramatic either. I can't control anything lately. It's like I have animal impulses or something." She realized she was holding up the line and quickly grabbed a plate of waffles, balancing it shakily with the milk. "I actually don't mind you reading my thoughts when we're talking to one another or with someone else, as long as I'm aware of it. And like I said I really appreciate the sleep. But ....I don't know..." Daria trailed off. She didn't know how to explain herself. She was a contradicting person and she always pushed people away from her. She didn't like explaining all her issues although it was necessary. She decided it didn't matter anyhow, Mike was through with her and her weirdness for sure now.
Mike smirked slightly. "Oh, stop thinking that I'm about to tell you to take a hike. I've been beaten with baseball bats at my other schools, do you really think that a stern talking-to over a possible invasion of privacy is going to chase me off." He nodded his head toward a table and started walking again as they talked. "And I do know what you mean. There's a line between what people can handle me knowing, and what they'll get freaked out about. It isn't really an easy thing to process, that what goes on up here," he poked playfully at her head, making sure not to touch her as he remembered the odd reaction she'd had the night before when he had, "Isn't as private as you always assume." For all his playfulness, Mike seemed fairly serious about the situation but was trying to save the light mood of the day.
"And we're mutants. We're hormone-driven teenagers who have to deal with being super-heros at the same time. I think that drama sort of comes with the genetics."
Posted by ladyspade on Feb 24, 2006 0:23:24 GMT -6
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Daria sat down heavily as they reached the table. She immediatly reached for honey and margerine which she preferred over butter and syrup and began to dress her waffles. "...sorry. When it happens often enough you become paranoid." she started cutting the waffles. "But hey, if you wanna stick around I won't protest anymore. But with all your sensitivities to emotion i would think that I'd be the exact type of person you would avoid" she opened one carton of milk and drank thirstily of more than half the contents.
Mike actually chuckled at that. "Not really. Everyone's just as emotional as the next person... they just have different things that set them off. At the very least... you're more honest about it." He shrugged.
"And I suppose 'tolerating my presence' is a start. It's somewhere along the road to 'liking having me around.' Or at least, I've heard it is, I haven't really gotten very far down that path before."
Posted by ladyspade on Feb 24, 2006 0:38:01 GMT -6
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Daria grinned, her fangs showing but still a very attractive smile graced her face. "I didn't mean it like that, Mike." her smile faded as if something had dawned on her. "You know how sometimes you don't like certain things but you might need them. Thats how I veiw you. If you couldn't read my mind, I'd treat you the same as everyone else and I wouldn't bother telling you anything. That's where the short temper comes from. I mean I'm only honest about my emotions because I can't control them. And I can't control them because I surpress them. And I surpress them beacause I can't tell anyone how I really feel." she was speaking in between bites and now finished off the first carton of milk. "Take that statement. Not something I would say to anyone. I mean, I still wouldn't tell you about my....accident...or my feelings on the whole situation but this is probably the closest I've ever gotten to it. I hate the honesty i display in front of you, not you as a person." Daria stopped speaking. She was staring at her plate to avoid looking Mike in the eyes. She would never repeat any of this again not even to Mike and as she spoke she loathed herself for being so open when she'd been so closed for the past 10 years of her life. Her new life at the mansion was obviously bringing many changes.
"Again, since we both know that none of this is going to reach any ears beyond this table... why? What's so wrong with telling anyone how you feel? I mean... obviously that's something you don't want to tell just anyone, no one would want to do that, but you get my point. Emotions are who you are. They define you, they are you. There's nothing to be ashamed of there." Michael was watching her reactions, but not staring or making a big show of it. He cut into his sausage, then reached out to catch the salt shaker that was floating over from the end of the table.
"And I'm allergic to kiwi," Mike offered, smirking slightly. "I'm sure your statement relates a bit more to the subject at hand, though."
His expression got a little more serious, if only for a second. "If you don't know how to explain things, just say whatever comes to mind. I can read between the lines, if you know what I mean."
Posted by ladyspade on Feb 24, 2006 1:02:32 GMT -6
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Daria couldn't admit to all that had happened to her so she simply let a portion of it out in short quick thoughts torun through her conciousness for Mike to pick up. Thoughts on her parents arguing over Daria's unusual seriousness for a girl her age, on the wrongful touching from her uncle, on her mother's 'visits' with the neighbor's husband and going to church on top of that. Daria also let the memories of sitting for hours in the therapist's office and confiding in her run through her mind, followed by the pain of being told she was 'clinically depressed' ....that she was sick. "The more I tell people things the more bad things happen to me. Not once has anything good ever come from me expressing my feelings. And i honestly believe nothing ever can."