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 Saphirus on Jun 26, 2011 23:59:57 GMT -6
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A lone figure sat at a desk in a small room, lit by a little lamp.
His fists were clenched.
A living statue, he ironically had been searching for a woman who could turn someone into one. He had been searching for a long time, and he was beginning to get... Tired? No. Discouraged? Hell no. Angry? No. Angry wasn't enough to explain how he felt. His alarm clock went off next to him. He smacked it into the wall so fast that some of it stuck. Saphirus turned to his bedroom wall with tired eyes that refused to shut for anything more than a blink. After a moment, his fists unclenched, and he let out a long sigh, rubbing his eyes in frustration. He then turned back to the little notebook he'd been staring at. It's pages were full- full of half empty thoughts, desperate theories, more importantly, facts. He had the date she'd left, all of the evidence she left behind, the text... Oh, god the text. He'd stared at it for hours. He'd read it a million different ways in his head, and though it wasn't clear(it had been mostly gibberish), it clearly stated once- Help. H-E-L-P.
Reading that had rocked his heart harder than any fist had graced his face. It had also made him double his efforts. Considering his days were full of working around the mansion, fighting crime, and sleeping, he had opted to let go of one of those three... Considering he needed to work, and he refused to stop fighting crime, it was clear that sleep had to go.
That wasn't making the other two easier by any means. He'd been sleeping maybe three days out of the week... He'd been spending the time he'd usually spend in bed staring at this...damned notebook. Without thinking about it he smacked the notebook off to the side, and placed his hands against his face... He needed a break... He needed... A shower.
He didn't know why he hadn't thought of it before.
They had the same damned cell plan! He could have found her months ago! Saph was smiling for the first time in weeks. He could find Andrea through the GPS on her phone, convince her to come back to the mansion with him, and everything would be fine. It was a little bit harder to smile after he'd gotten that text from her, but he had a feeling deep inside that she was going to be okay as long as he found her soon. And soon would be today!
He clenched his phone tightly in his hand as he followed the GPS coordinates to the last transmitted location of the green skinned woman's cell. He was getting close, and as he got closer, the urge to run got greater and greater. Before too long he found himself hobbling quickly into a square with a fountain in the middle of it. It was still mid-day, so it was pretty full, but he was confident she would he easy to spot. He smiled widely as he pushed through the crowd, looking about urgently like a lost relative in a busy airport, waiting anxiously to wrap his arms about a returning loved one.
His heart beat at rapid pace as he reached the fountain, and stood on a bench, looking left and right quickly. He scanned once... Twice... Three times... A figure in a red coat! He hopped from the bench and grabbed the figure by the shoulder, spinning her. "Oh thank go-" A stranger's face stared at him, confused... "Oh.. sorry... Thought you were someone else." He turned and hurried back to the bench, looking about quickly. He looked down to his phone, and then back up... She was here... She had to be... His eyes darted from person to person... Where was she?
"Andrea?.... ANDREA!" He got a few sideways glances for his troubles, but the crowd kept moving. No one replied. He turned to pound his fist into the edge of the fountain in frustration, and found himself staring into it... Oh god.. "No..."
A shaky hand drifted into the water, and grabbed a small item. He pulled it up slowly, eying it as if it were some alien object- something that couldn't, and shouldn't exist in it's present form. It was Andrea's cell phone, and it looked like it had been submerged for weeks...
A confused face turned into a stony, straight face... and that face slowly crumbled into one of anguish. In seconds it cascaded into a look of insane rage as he tossed the phone into the stone of the fountain with all of his might, putting every bit of energy he'd collected hobbling here into it... The phone was practically turned to dust as it shattered against the fountain.
The sound that came from his mouth was not a word... Not a frustrated curse, or an angry rant... no... It was a roar of loathing- This time everyone in the square stopped to stare at him as the cry ripped from his throat. He was on his knees before he knew it, panting, his arms hanging like limp noodles at his side. He stayed there for longer than he should have... The sun went down. The square emptied. No one bugged him.
Saphirus woke with a start, angry. The side of his clenched fist smacked into the wall next to him, leaving a sizable dent amonst the patch of sizable dents he'd left. He'd been waking the same exact way every time he slept, which wasn't every night.
It was that damned dream;
He held a fragile feather in his hand. He was to take care of it. It was his one mission, the meaning of his life.
He moved his other hand over the first. He made a shell of flesh to keep the feather safe. The feather then burst into flames.
He'd failed. He'd done everything he could, and failed. It was as if he had been destined to fail from the beginning.
The older mutant sat up in his bed, placing his head in his hands, and then pulling them down across his face. He had a busy day ahead of him... There had been an attack in a church; he'd listened in on a police scanner he'd maybe stolen. The odd thing was that there were some snakes left behind on the scene. He was going to check the scene out to see if Andrea might have been there. More than anything he hoped that she wasn't getting herself into such trouble, but he had learned quickly that she had this strange knack for being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
The X-men trainee took a deep, long, tired breath, and then slid from his bed.
Posted by Saphirus on Aug 30, 2011 10:25:11 GMT -6
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He burst into his room and made a move straight for the bed. There he sat and stared at the wall for what seemed like forever...
He'd made it to the church before the investigator's had finished, and used his sway with the X-men to get inside. There he'd found undeniable proof that Andrea was in mortal danger... If she was even still alive.
His fist sunk into the wall, and he let it sit there for a second before he pulled it out. It was bleeding. He didn't care. Saph's mind went over what he'd seen... The place had been trashed... It smelt like death... There had been blood. Thankfully not enough for someone to bleed out, but damned close. And worst of all... there were snakes... Torn off... cut off... They were hers; they had orange eyes.
Andrea was hurt. There was nothing he could do. He refused to believe she was dead. Was his refusal foolish? Maybe. He didn't know, but he couldn't give up. Not if he wanted to live with himself afterward.
His fist clenched. Who ever had hurt that poor, fragile little woman was going to die. He would do it with his own two hands if he had to. She had never done anything to deserve a harmed hair on her head. For some scumbag to lay a hand on her... the thought was unbearable.
Saphirus stood. He couldn't just sit here and mope. He needed to do something... He would go search her room again, as he'd done 100 times before. Hopefully he would find something new.
It was right in front of his face. It had been the whole time. He would have punched something had he not been too busy grabbing the pale white diary from it's place on the tiny book shelf in the corner of the room. It was the last place he'd thought to have looked, which was always the case when finding something, but considering the overturned bed, the cut open mattress, the scoured closet and the open drawers, it was pretty impressive to come in last place. He didn't even wonder if he would get into any trouble for defacing the institute's property. He'd fix it later, and it wasn't like he wasn't doing this for a reason.
That wasn't important, though. The only thing that was important were the neatly written words splayed across the page of the tiny diary... His hand wondered to his face, where he wiped a drop of sweat from his brow. He was nervous. His heart was beating rapidly, a stream of steady blows that represented the end of a meticulous search for anything, and kicked off a desperate search for something a little more specific.
He felt eyes on him, and his eyes darted to the open door. A student stared at him for a second, and then quickly turned and hurried off down the hallway. It probably looked odd, Saphirus sitting in someone else's room, which looked like, i dunno, some sort of deranged were-giraffe had chosen it for a solitary stampede, and reading said room owner's diary.
He stood quickly, shoved the little book into his coat pocket, took one last glance around the room, and then hurried off toward his own dwelling.
He hadn't blinked in what felt like hours. How could he? When his eyes finally closed, it was because he'd needed to to aggressively remind himself that they might fall out or something if he didn't make them.
This s$@% could not be for real. It wasn't possible. But here it was, written plain as day by a person whose words he would take over that of god, or Buddha, or what ever flying space toaster created the universe.
He set Andrea's diary down on the desk in front of him, and took a deep breath, speaking aloud to himself. Somehow he felt like hearing it in his own voice would make it sound less... insane.
"So let me get this straight... She met a teen aged serial killer who axed a cop in the chest and then invited her in for lunch." Nope... Still n**kin f**s... He was appalled, but he found himself believing every word written in the little diary. The well known sanctuary in New York had rumors floating around about it, sure, but nothing had lead him to believe that it not only harbored criminals, but that a FREAKING COP could die right on it's doorstep, and no one, not one soul would do a damned thing about it.
This story was distressing, but Saph reminded himself that thinking about this wouldn't help him find Andrea.
He had to read more.
Hours passed, filled with mind numbing accounts of every day life, some..er... personal things about her feelings(things he mostly skipped over, trying to maintain his gentlemanliness), and he came to another entry. This one was of an experience that he was very familiar with.
Andrea and he had been walking in the mall when out of nowhere they'd been ambushed. He'd been knocked right off the bat, unable to prevent the gorgon from getting kidnapped. He hadn't missed the carnage afterward, though... The same girl who had axed the cop in the earlier entry, Aura, had thrown a pipe bomb into a crowd of innocent bystanders; it was nice to finally have a face to the name. Her and another... One named Isabel had been the ones who kidnapped her.
Aura lived at the sanctuary. They supported her killings. They had kindnapped Andrea before.