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 Sebastian on Jan 20, 2011 21:05:26 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Ever since Maya had rescued him from his textbooks, Sebastian had felt like he, too, was light enough to walk on air. He hadn't even realized how much his textbooks had been weighing him down until the stress of it was gone. Simple everyday life seemed almost magical in comparison to the drear he had let his December become. It was as if he had been living in black and white and Maya had brought back the color again.
Walking to the grocery store for last minute holiday baking supplies had him in such a good mood that not even marauding pine trees and a few broken eggs could spoil the mood, cleaning the apartment was a joy rather than a chore, and finally opening presents under the tree with his family had made him feel, quite literally, like a child again.
Not even making an appointment to talk to the “mad scientist,” as his wife called him, could put a damper on his euphoria. Not when he had a brilliant new plan; one that would let him spend precious time with his family and still get a treatment or cure to help Ghost.
Step one involved recruiting one James Ingram, which was what brought him and Ghost to Mondragon Labs. Sebastian grinned at Noin as she picked up the phone, four fingered hand carefully dialing the lab's phone number, thin eyebrow carefully arched at Sebastian in an upside down echo of his strange smile. She could give him all the funny looks she wanted, Sebastian was smiling like that at everyone these days.
The phone rang once, twice, three times without anyone picking up on the other end.
The corner of Noin's mouth twitched upwards just a bit, “He never answers. You can go right in.”
Sebastian found Maya's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze before leading the way into the labyrinthine halls towards Ingram's lab. It had been awhile since he had been here, but he still remembered the way.
Nerves. Maya had them. Her skirt, perfectly finger ironed, continued to receive it's smoothing during the ride over to a part of town she'd previously never had a reason to visit. Her legs started with tiny taps that built into full blown stomps before she realized what they were doing outside of adult supervision.
This doctor invented a heart. He was the Willy Wonka of medical miracles. And for all Maya cared, he could work late on the weekends because he was not her husband.
Said husband led her by the hand to the reception desk in a stark looking compound. The woman who dialed the magical mystery doctor had something weird with her hand. It took Maya a little unabashed staring to figure out that something was actually missing. A finger. Maya squeezed Sebastian's hand (which had all it's fingers) and busied herself studying the decor while they waited for an answer that apparently would never come.
The air elemental shrugged her shoulders apologetically to the nine-fingered lady as they passed from her domain into a maze of halls and doors that really suited the workspace of a mad scientist. The receptionist was nice enough in a business sort of way. If things worked out with this Ingram, Maya may have to come back often enough to eventually get to know that receptionist lady. Somehow that thought made her bouncing nervous again.
Sebastian knew the way, like his horn always pointed north or something.
They pushed through a set of double doors and transitioned from hall to full blown cadaver lab looking slabs of metal. The super sterile smell had Maya reminding herself that this was America, Sebastian was here, she had volunteered for this and, no, this was not Romania. Halfway in, a man was bent over one of the tables, no doubt doing something nefarious...
...though on closer inspection he seemed to be dissecting a blueberry bagel.