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 Cheshire on Nov 26, 2010 19:41:57 GMT -6
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The fox's mistress wore a costume of white and black. White, like startling sun across the bitterest of winter's drifts; beautiful but chill. Black, like night, like the wolves who rend and the ravens who steal all away.
If a heart breaks in a forest with only an American to hear it, do they care?
Not. Blutige. Likely.
"France?" The blonde boy sputtered, his face reddening. "You France we think--you think that we are in France?" Proper word order and clear enunciation had never seemed so important.
He thrust out a out a finger, pointing the wobbly point of sheer indignation. "In France, do they have more beautifuler lakes than this?"
France!
The fox perked his ears. Their geography lesson was yelling at them.
This wasn't France? Katrina tried to wrack her brains for any other countries that bordered Belguim.
The blonde boy was indignant about it. Clearly she had made an error; Belgians must had the French. She would make a note on her test that there were racial or cultural tensions of some sort between the two countries.
Not France. Clearly that left, “Germany? Denmark?” Surely not Poland. That had to be too far away.
She bit her lip, hoping that one of those was right so she didn't have to feed into the dumb American stereotype.
Posted by Cheshire on Nov 26, 2010 20:27:57 GMT -6
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"Germany?" Charles repeated, not far after the girl. "Denmark? You--you are not just American! You are badder than that: you are blonde-haired American! You are sterea--stereo-- you are the why they say that Americans are stupid! You are in Luxembourg, and I do not care that you are prettiest girl I have seen!"
The blonde Luxembourger--suddenly less proud of the former, and more of the latter--panted valiantly in the aftermath of his outburst. Under the girl's arm, the fox was still wiggling, in a manner most odd: its forepaws where coming together as if to clap.
Katrina was no diplomat, at least not in this life, but even she could tell that negotiations were fast going south. Mediterranean, Sahara, Ivory Coast, Cape of Good Hope south.
“Uhh.”
Wait, she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen? Her cheeks turned pink.
“Umm.”
Great. That response certainly made her seem smarter. Her blush spread to her nose and started creeping down her neck.
“I'm sorry. I think we got lost. We came here because we wanted to learn more about your country,” and all the other ones, too, though it didn't seem wise to mention the others just yet. Or possibly ever. “Maybe you could teach us?”
Katrina ventured a look up through her eyelashes to see if the angry red was fading from the blonde boy's face yet. She may be a blonde American, and may not know everything about Luxembourg, but at least she was willing to learn.
“I'm Katrina, by the way., and this is Mohawk.” Katrina pointed with her free hand down at her wriggling brown companion. “He's a fox, sort of.”
Her blush was like a summer morning, but he would not be fooled again. She was a book with only a cover. Inside, there was only,
>> “Uhh.”
>> “Umm.”
“You are lost,” he repeated. “How do you get lost in middle of forest, in middle of lake, with sort of fox, on not-public dirt?” Not that he would know anything about the owners of said stretch of dirt. Nor would be sneaking out the back way.
It occurred to Charles that an American girl and a fox wandering these premises might attract attention. Might, in fact, be the sort of curiosity that would lead to a knock on a certain young Dukeling’s closed bedroom door, despite his express and non-sulking wishes to be left alone for the afternoon.
Uhh.
“You come with me. I teach you.” He decided, with a great nod of his well-moistened head. “First: I teach you way to the train station.”
How did one get lost in a forest, in a lake, with a fox, in a box? It was a long story that Katrina would save for some other time when their guide didn't seem to be in such a hurry to be off somewhere.
The train station?
“Okay.” She followed Charles' very soggy lead. “How is the public transportation in Luxembourg? It's alright in some American cities, but in a lot of places you would need a car to get anywhere.” Or even better, a plane.
Her soggy two tailed fox burden was getting rather heavy, so she paused for just a moment to set him on his feet, “Help me keep track of how to get back,” she demanded with a stern finger point at his nose, “and if anyone tries anything funny,” including their moist young guide, “I want to see your best tiger impression.”
The blonde head of their aforementioned guide was giving her a funny look over his shoulder when she straightened up to continue following. Heh.
She continued after him like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Nothing to see here, keep moving on. On, to the train station!