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 catpockets on Oct 27, 2011 7:20:20 GMT -6
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>>“Whatever. Can we please hurry up? Its…been a long night.”
Ilaria nodded, knowing she was probably putting unnecessary strain on the big guy, and he was just shot, like...half an hour ago or something. She had this sneaking suspicion that she was being quite insensitive to his plight, but the fact remained that she needed to make Puppy-chan candy. It was her sworn duty as a Candy Maker (capitalized) to make people smile with candy. Also, make them feel better. And Puppy-chan looked like he needed both.
“Oooh, look Puppy-chan.” Ilaria cooed, holding up a bottle of tequila that was priced...absurdly high. “What's...Jose...Cuervo...1800 Collection?” Is that good?”
Before she could answer, however, the bottle in her hand exploded, and several other bottles began to explode as well. The familiar 'pop-pop-pop' of gunfire shattered the peaceful air as Ilaria could only blink, her face now lined with thin cuts from the glass debris. Outside of the (now shattered) glass front window, five men were lined up with tommy guns, and even though their aim was dubious at best(having fired dozens of bullets but managing to only hit bottles and the store owner and only several other pedestrians), Ilaria could see it was only a matter of time before they hit their target...
“You old bastard, you betta get out here, ya hear? Dose were warning shots, ya freak!!”
Unless they were missing on purpose. Still, the small Japanese girl fell to her knees and did the only thing she could do in response; she buried her fists into her eyes and began to wail.
This was slightly irritating. To be led on like a dog he was being nicknamed after by this young woman. It seemed that no matter how many times he told her name, she absolutely did not care. She cared nothing about how he felt about the situation. Which was fine, he really didn’t care what she thought. But the fact that she would not stop was what irritated him the most. But he needed to stop thinking about it. Just get the damn tequila, let her make her candy, and leave. That was all he had to do and then he would be rid of this teal-colored albatross once and for all.
>> “Oooh, look Puppy-chan…What's...Jose...Cuervo...1800 Collection? Is that good?”
He rolled his eyes. If there was any good tequila is was Patron, even at $200 dollars a bottle, it was well worth the price. If she was going to make candy out of the tequila, then she might as well use a quality ingredient.
He was about to turn to the Patron case when suddenly he heard the sound of gunfire, as well as the that of glass bursting into sparkling pieces. A string of curses flew from his mouth as he ducked down to get away from the flying shrapnel of glass and bullets. As if he was not hurt enough.
>> “You old bastard, you betta get out here, ya hear? Dose were warning shots, ya freak!!”
Damn it! he thought to himself.
Another barrage of gunfire and, before he realized what he was doing, he curled himself around the screaming girl. Maybe it was the spur of the moment, maybe it was a simple gratefulness because she saved his life, maybe it was just because he did not want some angry Frenchwoman making his life hell, but he protected this girl. This irritating little candy maker.
The gunfire finally slowed down, enough for Vicente to snap his head back to the glass entrance that was cracked and in most places completely gone.
>> “Puppy-chaaaaan!!”
A growl and suddenly he stood up, picked the girl up by her shoulders and carried her around behind one of the aisles, as far away from the entrance as he could get. Roughly he set her back done on the ground with a hiss.
“Ssh!” he growled as he leaned up, looking over the edge of the aisle. Their attackers were still outside, brandishing their tommy guns. Really? Who used tommy guns in this day and age? He snapped his attention back to the girl and sighed. “Listen to me, you need to keep quiet, understand? I’ll get you out of this, but for me to do that, you need to stay right…here…get that?” He tried to make certain that she understood his point. If she moved from this spot, she was going to die.