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.
Posted by Verdigris on Jun 14, 2010 20:40:21 GMT -6
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May 15, 2013 18:46:44 GMT -6
Was that, a compliment? She eyed the purple and pink-haired general thoughtfully for a moment before dismissing the possibility. Despite spontaneous hugs and awkward suggestion-laced agreements he was not the one. A friend, of course, but a bedfellow? Decidedly not. She nodded at the lizard-boy, she was not comparable to her chocolaty cookie-goodness.
So the new boy had heard of the incident on Christmas eve. Well, with the amount of coverage and the bragging rights it gave the mansionites in general, it made sense that he would have. She smiled at him, his cookie-sin was forgiven, although she was a little wary of his sarcastic streak.
“Mostly the day was everyone sleeping, then groaning about their bruises and recounting the night before, at least in my room it was. But the fight was pretty epic.”
He liked running, and sports. While not an expert on the sporting facilities of the mansion she had seen the pool, oval and courts for assorted ball games all available on the school grounds. While having to stay inside the mansion grounds seemed harsh to an outsider, to someone who knew how much was on offer, it didn’t seem too bad.
“The library here is three stories tall, so I’m sure you could find something you’d like to read, just don’t get stuck on the top.”
Because that led to all kinds of awkward things, and the eventual disapproving rescue by the gardener who thankfully had a ladder. Old enough for what? To drink? He didn’t look it, but then again, who knew with mutants how old they were just by looking. The lacing of that comment was almost a challenge, but she didn’t really care to try and guess, it wasn’t directed at her anyhow.
Placing the three takeout boxes into her side bag which she had bought on the day she met the police officer, Elizabeth, she picked up her glass and moved to lift the tray of cookies. Sawyer, the blonde, spirited it away from her, with an offer (insistence?) of assistance. With a nod she grabbed one of the cartons of milk and joined the procession heading towards the lounge.
Focussing on the purple haired general she eyed him carefully, he didn’t look too crazy today, and she decided that while she wouldn’t broach their last meeting, she should at least check on him.
“You feeling ok today general?”
The last thing she wanted was a tear-soaked hallmate, but it seemed polite given the fact that the last time they had seen each other he had kicked her out and dissolved into sobs. He had ventured to the ‘dirty’ kitchen though, so he had to be better than he was.
((OOC: We going to skip straight to the living room?))
Juka nodded his agreement with Cafas' assessment of Verdy. He barely understood the general rules of decency as it was, at least when it came to the less serious ones that encompassed looks, flirting and hugs, so he certainly wasn't the one to tell Cafas whether or not looking a woman up and down was rude. If it bothered her she should say something, simple as that.
As the conversation continued around him, Juka began leading the way to the living room. He sent Koga a confused look. "What do you mean we discuss Verdy like she isn't here? She's a lovely princess of a woman and she's right here with us." He pointed her out helpfully to the reptilian sometimes ninja. "I am the fashion extraordinaire, Koga, so of course I can help you out with your sewing dilemma."
"They sound like typical parents to me," Juka replied with a shrug, though his voice did hold a hint of sympathy. "At least they just sent you to school and didn't completely ex-communicate you from the household." Mostly he was ok with what his parents had done to him but sometimes it still bothered him. Who were they to judge his lifestyle choices anyway? It wasn't their life, after all.
"Clay Cthulu was definitely not what I'd consider to be fun," Juka agreed with Verdy completely. "I had bruises for a week after that fateful day." At least he'd had the good feelings associated with being part of saving the city though. That was nice.