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.
"He's her. She's him. It's complicated. He's a gender-shifter. I'm cool with it."
And Maxine?
"Not so cool with the redhaired tramp." She wasn't. "She tried to date Aurum, you know? Shin and I sabotaged it by distracting him with cooking until her number washed off his hand."
"Not a problem." Amelia replied. Her thumb rested on the space bar. She glanced at Riley. "I sort of had to break my code for her. Have you seen some of her segments?" And she'd heard from Shin, Maxine's tentacles had been all over her brother.
That was kind of funny. She'd actually thought she was giving up? Nah. Amelia shook her head, and a slight smirk found its way onto her face. "I don't ever roll over and give up." She said. "I'm going to have to talk to him about it. I guess it's more about... what I get to say to Maxine."
"Or, wait." She glanced up and to the right, as if recalling something. "Is she even worth the effort to produce the syllables of nasty words?" Maybe she'd been wasting her time being bitter about all of this recently. After all, maybe Maxine wasn't even worth her time.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 23, 2011 18:16:44 GMT -6
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Oh good. Ami wasn’t going to give up. In hindsight, Riley didn’t know why she’d thought that in the first place. The girl didn’t seem the ‘roll over and die’ type.
Was Maxine worth the time it would take to come up with the tirade?
”For you to seek her out?” Riley asked rhetorically.
”No. She is not worth your time.” Wasting time on other women was pointless, especially since the men were equally responsible for the activities in question.
”I’m probably not the one to ask...but if I were you. I’d focus on your man. He needs to know what the problem was, and why it’s not okay. From there kiddo, it’s all up to him, and you.”
"You know. For a commitophobe, you're pretty wise in the ways of commitment." Amelia noted. "Maybe wiser than you think."
That was one point in Riley's favor. Who was keeping score? Who was she being graded against? Um. Amelia had no idea. But on her list, Riley had advanced from Pale Wriggler to Growing Lass.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 23, 2011 18:35:38 GMT -6
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”It’s easy to talk the talk...and another story to try and walk the walk.”
It was cliché...and bad cliché...but it was what it was, and it was true.
Riley didn’t know what else to say. So she just sat for a few moments, ruminating about what they’d been discussing, and what she was going to say to Aurum when he got home. There was still a lot they needed to talk about.
”I’m glad we had this talk...” Riley said, a little shyly.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Dec 23, 2011 18:39:26 GMT -6
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There was a sound from by the front door. Keys, jangling. Then silence. Nobody'd locked. Aurum opened his own door and stepped in to find two people he wasn't expecting.
"Oh. Hi."
Riley and his sister. And a computer. Had they been... talking? Knowing Ami, it might have been more like conspiring.
"Everything alright?" He asked.
"Super." Amelia commented. She jerked her head at Riley. "Riley wants a word with you in your office while I get my soul absorbed by more Skyrim."
And then she alt tabbed and started up the game, like a boss.
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 23, 2011 18:46:26 GMT -6
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And then there were keys. And a door. Riley’s heart jumped into her throat, and Aurum walked into the room. Man...why was she so happy to see him?
Before she could speak, Ami spoke for her, and Riley simply nodded a little helplessly. What the girl said was true, and before she could address anything else at Aurum’s sister, the girl was absorbed in the computer once more.
”I can come back later if it’s a bad time.” Riley said weakly....
Posted by Riley Sommers on Dec 23, 2011 19:04:35 GMT -6
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The coat came off, and Aurum started to lead the way to his office.
Riley could feel his eyes on her a few times as they walked, and studiously avoided making eye contact. She wasn’t ready to start the conversation yet, not until she’d had a moment to get her bearings. Aurum’s arrival, at his own apartment, had seemed sudden. Had it been an hour?
The door clicked, and Riley found herself facing Aurum in the room...by themselves. Oh God. This was awkward.
”So. Hi.” she said a little lamely.
”I just wanted to stop by and talk for a minute...sorry I didn’t call. I was kind of in the area...” after she’d ridden the bus for a couple dozen blocks, ”And didn’t even stop to think you might not be home. Ami let me in.”