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 Maxine Ralls on Jan 22, 2012 13:52:32 GMT -6
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"On a video-tape," the Maxine behind the desk said. "Right." She did have to hand it to him: he remembered that she taped her shows. Literally taped, on VHS. But he knew that from back when they'd started looking into his mother's disappearance.
"So let me guess," she continued, with the sort of amusement that can only end with someone getting hospitalized. "This is a prank. You heard about the live segment, and you got a—" her gaze shifted to the redhead standing next to Gawain, wearing that cute-if-you-squinted sweater, "—a teleporter, or a face shifter, or—"
"Oh God. Is that a wrinkle?" The real Maxine interrupted. "I knew I should have steamed that shirt."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm excused. Listen, hon: you're not real, I am. And we—for the record—did fantastic on the real segment, got smashed with the interns, and had a great night flouncing around movie theaters with our favorite Knight. It's yesterday's news, though, as they—eww. I need to start clipping that microphone somewhere else. We've got a sag-effect going on..."
Rex had squiggled up on top of the news desk, as the rest of the stage crew sat stunned. It wiggled its tentacles towards one Maxine, then the other. It was weird—Maxine could still sense the octoclip, but it was somehow... dimmed, or dulled, or flat. That wasn't her Rex; it was just... a recording, of one piece of its life. Just like that Maxine sitting behind the desk, in her furious red-headed glory.
That was her. Or it had been. Or it could have been, if she'd been sitting there when Gawain walked in with some look-alike tramp.
This... was a little weird.
"All right," the real Maxine said, leaning against Gawain's arm. "Point proven: you've got a power growth, and it's lovely. Now how do we get back out?"
It had been easier than she'd thought, shelving books. There was a system. Things went specific places. You had a cart, and you pushed. Kealey had been showing her. First, she'd shown her how to check books in and out, then how to dust, and then... then, they'd tackled the dewey decimal system. She'd finished just with enough free time to search for Gawain.
It was good experience, helping Kealey with library stuff. She planned for that to be her New Year's resolution. Partly because Kealey needed the help, partly because it looked good on a resume, and partly because it meant she got to go to the mansion, and spend time closer to Gawain. Speaking of... where was he supposed to be, again?
She checked his room. No answer.
She checked the halls. Not there.
As she passed by the rec room, she overheard a group of kids talking. Curiosity got the best of her.
"Hey guys. What's going on?" She popped into the room.
One of them glanced her way. There was a look of recognition as he made a connection. Then, he pointed at the TV. "Your boyfriend is on." He said.
Gawain, on TV? Was this some sort of X-man thingy for the news? Her interest soared. Pushing past the onlookers, Amelia moved to get the best view in the house of her Gawain on TV.
Gawain watched Maxine argue with herself. It was amusing and alarming at the same time. Maxine was usually overwhelming in solo, but having two of her... well. This could have been a nice fantasy, but it made a very weird reality...
>>"All right. Point proven: you've got a power growth, and it's lovely. Now how do we get back out?"
"Um..." Gawain looked around "I'm not... entirely sure."
How did they get out last time? They kind of... stumbled out when the movie ended. So, what now?
"I am not sure we can mirrorwalk out of here." he admitted, looking at the TV Maxine "But, you know, the show is not ruined. In the real world, it went just perfect."
Posted by Maxine Ralls on Jan 22, 2012 14:56:06 GMT -6
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Perfect. They'd both told her how perfect she'd done, but television Maxine was feeling somehow less than perfect right this second.
Her co-anchor shuffled his papers nervously. "...Can someone call security? You three can work this out backstage."
"No, I can still do this story—" The Maxine whose career was being ruined hurried to assure him, and anyone else who would listen. "Just get them off the set—"
Real Maxine was less concerned. "Is that really what you would have said, Gerald? You are... sort of an ass." The ones with the preppy-boy smiles always were: this she had learned, her first semester of college. Her television counterpart shot her a glare that could peel flesh from bones. Having met Maleficent, the real Maxine was not impressed. "What? He's not real. He won't remember any of this."
She certainly hadn't, after the first time Gawain had ruined this segment. Shouldn't she be getting déjà vu right about now, or something?
"You're ruining—"
"Nothing. Seriously, Ma—" That was just too weird: she couldn't call herself... herself. "...Just take a deep breath. Have the techies bring you a latte, tell Gerald how badly that blue shirt goes with that fashion disaster tie his wife gave him, whatever. I already aced this segment for you; no need to stress out over it."
Her counterpart's eyes sparkled, with a light that the Dark Fairy Queen should have recognized. "None of this is real? Except for you. And him. So anything that happens here, I don't have to deal with the consequences?"
"Exactly. So just... do whatever. We'll be out of your hair soon."
The real Maxine really should have seen this coming. Because from where the televised Maxine was sitting behind her desk, watching her career sink, there was only one thing for her to do.
Maxine had just ruined her life. It was time for Maxine to ruin hers.
TV!Maxine was over that news desk in a flash of skirt suit and high heels. Just a few more steps. Her arms wrapped around Gawain's shoulders, her lips closed over his mouth—
Fade to weather forecast.
The pair of them came tumbling out of the screen, somewhat more rumpled than when they'd gone in.
Amelia didn't know what had happened. She didn't know what to think. She just knew one thing. She couldn't trust herself to be around either of them. She might murder them. Even worse, she might cry. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON!? Screw this noise. Amelia bolted, wiping away something from the corner of her eye.
"Smooth move, Exlax," a scrawny kid with mussed up hair and glasses muttered at the person under the redhead pile. The idiot had just made his girlfriend run off, crying. Kids these days.
>>"None of this is real? Except for you. And him. So anything that happens here, I don't have to deal with the consequences?"
In that moment, Gawain felt like he knew Maxine better than she knew herself. It was painfully obvious. How could she not see where this was going? Has she never seen herself with that look on her face...? Probably not.
>>"Exactly. So just... do whatever. We'll be out of your hair soon."
"Maxine, don't..."
Too late.
Gawain's eyes went wide as the TV-copy of the Evil Queen proceeded to lip-rape him. It could have been quite the kiss too, if it had not been... well, everything else. For one, she hit him like a cannonball, and Gawain stumbled backwards...
... and out of the TV.
There was some gasping and some running; Gawain rolled onto his back and tilted his head, upside-down, just in time to see Ami storming out.
>>"Smooth move, Exlax,"
"Sh*t." he rolled and sat up, but Ami was already gone, the masnion kids staring and giggling.
"Get lost, all of you." he growled, and they did. His mind was working miles per second to catch up with how deep he was in it this time.
"Dammit" he sighed, looking at the Evil Queen "Maxine, WHAT THE HELL?!"
Posted by Maxine Ralls on Jan 29, 2012 10:58:44 GMT -6
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"That was not me," Maxine protested, freckles standing out darkly as her face did its best to match her hair. "That's—you can't blame me for that! That was your mutation. Attacking you. Jumping on—"
Kissing him. Like some kind of ravenous—
If anyone said 'cougar,' she was going to kill them.
She had rug burns from being spit out on the Mansion's carpet, and her own doppelganger had just beaten her to the punch. He couldn't blame her for this; it just... wasn't fair.
"Thanks for the chocolates and the movie, Gawain. You'll excuse me if I decline the goodnight kiss."
Scrapping together the last shreds of her Queenly carriage, Maxine stiffly headed for the door with head held high and face blazing.