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.
[glow=red,2,300]Fiona tilted her head to the side as she heard Terran speak. "Want to tell me about it?" she asked, sitting again and motioning for him to do the same. [/glow]
He looked down at the floor. With Fiona around at this moment he felt in a sence of ease. There was something about being around her that calmed him. And he quietly wondered what that might be. ::Should I?:: Terran shook his head inwardly. ::Why no'?:: he decided in his head. He took a deep breath before he said his reply. "There...was this..." He didn' know how to quite put his thoughts into words or an explanation for that matter. He breathed in again. "There was this...woman.." He started, his hands figeting and going back to the burn. "She was...well..she an' I were...in..." He paused, closing his eyes, visions passing behind his closed eyelids and playing like a film in his mind. ::Her soft pale skin, meling under his touch, her gasp of delight..:: Terran opened his eyes, trying to put an explanation out on the table, figuratively, and trying not to give up too much of his past and his doings, or imformation that would hurt his...chances of a normal...livable life.
"Love?" finished Fiona, with a flick of her wrist.
She watched him stumble across his words and have difficulty speaking, and she couldn't help but notice the habit he had of running his hand across his scar. Seeing how it distracted him, she looked at him with a firm glance and took his hands in hers. Feeling his body heat through his hands, she let herself wander into his psyche as she had been doing, letting herself be intertwined into his emotions. She felt his misgivings, his secrecy, his hurt, his longing--it was all enough to bring a tear to Fiona's eye. Blinking it away, she looked at him.
[glow=red,2,300]"Love?" finished Fiona, with a flick of her wrist.[/glow]
Terran nodded slowly,taking another breath. His heart jumped the moment Fiona's hands took his. ::'Er 'ands are so much like...:: He looked at her, examining her actions. ::Is she cryin'?:: He thought, when he noticed she had blinked something away. In a way he knew would be alright to give up more..his past. It would be alright. With her here, something soothed his nerves and calmed the pounding of his heart in his chest. He sat there, rubbing his scar, thinking of what he would reveal. ::Fire...burning...aching...Pain...:: Terran's expression was blank but his eyes showed that he was absorbed in his own anguish.
He opened his mouth to speak, nothing coming out at first, but when it did it was slightly hoarse and sounded like a deep glutteral growl. "Yes..Love..we loved each other..I believe she wanted nothin' more to..control me..an' 'elp me through m'..ba' stages of insanity..ba' spells of confusion.." He blinked, trying to control the pounding in his chest which began to bother him. "M' father...'er family...'ated the...relationship we 'ad..monster an' beauty.." Terran started to rub the scar more as though it would help some. It was a long period of silence before he spoke again, "There was a...Fire...it..took ou' almos' m' 'ole...town...Riot wanted ta kill us both bu' managed ta almos' destroy all the townspeople in the process..." He gulped, his accent seemed to get thicker when he spoke now, breathing heavier, and coninued, "She...was burnt ta.." Terran stopped, his breathing was getting heavier and it was bothering him intensely. He took a short gasp and muttered..."...Death..."
Fiona closed her eyes as she felt his emotions over take her. A feeling of anguish so deep that she could barely explain overtook her, making her feel the longing and the lost love that was strong enough to make her wince. Retreating to her own psyche, she looked at him with her head tilted to the side, a look of comprehension on her face. She had seen images when he had been speaking, of another time, another place--and she couldn't help but need to know just what was going though his mind.
Returning her psyche back into his, she let all of his painful emotions wash over her once again, attempting to hear his thoughts. She had never done this on purpose, but she figured now was as good a time as any. Laying back on his bed, she motioned for him to come and lie beside her.
Laying back on his bed, she motioned for him to come and lie beside her.
"After she died, what did you do?"
When she laid down on is bed and motioned for him to do so as well, he sat silen for a short period of ime. But he soon lay down, rubbing his forehead and then running his hand through his hair. He gazed up at the ceiling. "I...los' it." He said sullenly,and simply. "Life didn' matter any more..Nothin' did really..." ::Flesh..rotting corpses..blood...covered in pools of..:: "It was m' livin' 'ell..." He was breathing slower now, to keep his grasp over his control.
"You're still not over it then, from what I see. What triggered this last bout of sadness?" she asked.
Turning on her side, she ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm him enough to let him speak his mind without his emotions tormenting him. Feeling the course strands, she could smell the smoke and liqour that he had indulged in, and closing her eyes, she could still feel the horrid emotion that consumed him.
[glow=red,2,300]"You're still not over it then, from what I see. What triggered this last bout of sadness?" she asked.
Turning on her side, she ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm him enough to let him speak his mind without his emotions tormenting him.[/glow]
At this there was silence. A long one at that. Her hand going through his hair, made him let out a almost inaudible moan. ::Go'...why does this feel so..:: He lay there for a while, sinking into a state of a great relaxation. Of course being a man, this sort of situation caused his mind to wander as minds do. ::Her lips opened and let him kiss her harder and tenderly at the same time...But instead of her face it was Fiona's...:: Terran continued to drift for a while until he muttered quiety, "'Ave ya ever killed someone?" He asked in a dazed tone.
Fiona smiled as she saw that he had noticeably relaxed in the past moments. Looking at him, she smiled, and then blushed when she heard the tinyest of moans. Relaxing herself, she thought of Hunter once, and wondered if she could enjoy herself like this with him. Expecting another question altogether, Fiona made a face of absolute puzzlement when he asked his next question.
[glow=red,2,300]"No, I haven't... Came close though." she said.
"Have you?" [/glow]
He smirked a devilish smirk. Which showed he was in a state of relaxation. "Ne'er said I was perfect." He said, when he saw her expression. God what was wrong with him? If she goes off to Tricity and he gets the boot. He sure didn't want to go back to living in that old apartment in New Jersey. He shuddered at the thought. Hell, he had even found a pair of bodies in it. One in the bathtub and one in the fridge. Which didn't settle well with his "Flesh" obsession.
Fiona looked at Terran with a look comprised of amusement and sarcasm. "But I thought you were the divine type." she giggled, and looked away for a moment. "Did you kill people after she died?" she asked, wondering if the guilt that he had amassed within himself was the reason for his bout of guilt and anger.
Looking back at his face, she tried to read what he was thinking, but she could barely see it. Blank as he was however, she knew there was more to the eye from what she could feel.
[glow=red,2,300]Fiona looked at Terran with a look comprised of amusement and sarcasm. "But I thought you were the divine type." she giggled, and looked away for a moment. "Did you kill people after she died?" she asked, wondering if the guilt that he had amassed within himself was the reason for his bout of guilt and anger. [/glow]
Terrance raised an eyebrow. "Divine? Hell no...Don' know where ya go' tha' fro'.." He replied, smirking. Then he simply nodded. "Like I said...I was merely..driven insane..I believe I still 'ave those ba' tendencies..I had no sence of wha' was righ' an' wha' was wrong at the time.." He sat up, bending towards the bed side table. He opened the drawer and pulled out a carton of ciggerettes. He stared at the box, reading the warning label. He chuckled then grabbed a ciggerette from inside, placing it between his lips. "Ba' fer me...my ass..." He muttered.
Fiona listened and nodded, making sure she kept him steady as she listened. "That must have been horrible. I'm really sorry that happened." Listening to herself, she shook her head. "You know, I don't know why people insist that being sorry helps. I mean, all you must feel is that yeah, you're sorry too; being sorry won't bring them back..."
Smiling feebly, she looked at Terrance with an apologetic face. "I'm sorry, I just... Gah, there I go again. I just hate it when people are idle--I think the best thing to do for someone is to help them and do something about it, instead of the old 'I'm sorry' line."
Watching again as he made to light a cigarrette, she frowned immediately. The smoke from those things was incredibly deadly to the smoker, and even second-hand smoke could produce the same effects... And the last thing Fiona needed was to land in the hospital for damaged lungs. Wondering how she might stop Terrance from smoking without angering him (as most smokers tended to do when asked not to smoke) she cleared her throat.
"Terrance... If you wouldn't mind..." she mumbled, sort of signaling towards the cigarrette.
[glow=red,2,300]"That must have been horrible. I'm really sorry that happened." Listening to herself, she shook her head. "You know, I don't know why people insist that being sorry helps. I mean, all you must feel is that yeah, you're sorry too; being sorry won't bring them back..."
Smiling feebly, she looked at Terrance with an apologetic face. "I'm sorry, I just... Gah, there I go again. I just hate it when people are idle--I think the best thing to do for someone is to help them and do something about it, instead of the old 'I'm sorry' line." [/glow]
He nodded, listening to her apology. And what she had o say about he subject. He looked towards the celing, as though a movie was playing in his mind. More like memories. "'Precia'e it. 'Leas' thin' ya can do fer a person. In the begginnin' the whole aspect o' she's gone bugged the shi' ou' a me..bu' I'm beginnin' to accep' it an' move the 'ell on." He gulped, and blinked his eyes, feeling they were beginning to waer. And that she would not need to see a grown man break down and cry.
[glow=red,2,300]"Terrance... If you wouldn't mind..." she mumbled, sort of signaling towards the cigarrette[/glow]
Terran looked down at the ciggerette, taking it from his lips and sliding it back in the carton. He had reluctantly done so, and it could be seen from his frowning expression. "Yeah, sure thin'." He reponded, puting the carton in the drawer. ::'Ell....I nee' some nicotine...:: He thought, rubbing his hands together.
Fiona smiled and looked at him. "I'm sorry, it's just that I tend to watch out for my health. I hate doctors, so the less I need to see one the better."
Laying back and staring at the ceiling, she closed her eyes and twiddled her thumbs. "What's your biggest fear in life?" she asked, slightly arching her back as she stretched and became comfortable.
[glow=red,2,300]Fiona smiled and looked at him. "I'm sorry, it's just that I tend to watch out for my health. I hate doctors, so the less I need to see one the better."
Laying back and staring at the ceiling, she closed her eyes and twiddled her thumbs. "What's your biggest fear in life?" she asked, slightly arching her back as she stretched and became comfortable. [/glow]
Terrance shook his head, saying, "Nah, It's fine..I un'erstan'." His glance wandered around the room, lingering on the old maps plastered on the walls. He took a breath, thinking before he said, "Telepaths." He grinned. "Which is kin'a funny in a sence 'cause tha' Prof. Xavier foun' me through 'is telepathy." His grin vanished soon after, thinking about a time when a certain telepath nearly destroyed his whole thinking process. "It's jus' really...well...I 'ate it when those people are in m' brain...crawlin' aroun' an' 'earin', seein' m' thoughts.." Watched her lay down, making her self comfortable on his bed causing his mind to create sitautions in his head that only a man could. Terrance sighed, stopping to stare at one of his favorite maps of Romania. "An' wha' abou' ya? Jus Doctors?"