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 Martin Stein on Jun 15, 2012 14:12:59 GMT -6
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Martin was slowly working his way down a path - not one that could be seen, not one that had been walked often before - by feeling rather than seeing. Underfoot wet earth and grass gave off squishing noises of relief as the pressure of Martins weight expelled part of the wet as muddy syrup. It clung to Martins shoes and increased their weight slowly and inorexably as he made his way down the slope. Careful he was both for noises and for his path. Falling into a river swelling because of the rain was definitively not one of his favored exercise methods.
His eyes were focused on the shadows ahead, searching for the telltale things, the small ones, that unwary mortals left in their path. Beaten down blades of grass it would be in more favorable conditions. Now he was reduced to crudely blundering around hoping to find footprints in the muddy ground. Thanks to the darkness this was no easy excercise. Alas the way to go was pretty clear, reducing the amount of necessary hassle considerably. Martin was therefore not surprised that he soon found the indentations small shoes had left in the earth on their way under the metal structure that began peeling itself out of the darkness again.
Overhead the lights of a passing cab illuminated the sheets of rain for a short time, making the water sparkle as it was on its way to the ground. In the light a shadow started becoming a person, was becoming something of dark green. Thanks to this good fortune it was that Martin was forewarned of his rather perilous position. He did indeed remember Andreas rather particular ability. One look into her eyes and you were made unconscious. He had been on the receiving end on one of those looks some time in the past - and in his usual manner - did not intend to be victimized again. Therefore he immediately - upon seeing a small dark shape emerge in the hands of the huddled shadow under the bridge - he squeezed shut his eyes.
It would present him with difficulties at apprehending what had somewhat saddening become just another target. Those difficulties however he thought not to be insurmountable. And, because he was a nice killer without a conscience he spoke to her in measured tones. That reasonable voice you always want to hear. Fraternal, reassuring, saying that everything will be allright. But maybe not from the 20 year old face with the killer eyes. “Andrea, why don't you put your glasses back on and come out of the rain?” Yes. So. Nice.
“Andrea, why don't you put your glasses back on and come out of the rain?”
The Greek froze, knees curled into her chest, and stopped breathing. Fear spiked, digging in icy claws. It was like the moment before a car crash, when you see it heading for you. There is nothing you can do save wait, and hold your breath. To Andrea at this moment in time, there might as well have been a monster lurking around out in the darkness, calling her name as sweetly as it could.
... but, no... no. She couldn't think like that. This was Martin, not some monster. This was the gardener, the friend who had found her and dragged to his home. He was kind... thoughtful... He could never, ever, do something so horrible. It had to be a misunderstanding on her end.
... it just had too.
Maybe... Maybe all she needed to do was sit down and chat with him. Yes... Surely he would explain, and in a different environment everything would be clearer. The red on his clothes... the strange white shape in the water. It was obviously not what she though it to be. Martin would tell her that. The Gorgon sniffled, dropping a gloved hand from her eyes, and glanced out to where the light from distant street lamps barely illuminated the scenery. She could see his shape... just barely, without her glasses on. Andrea pushed herself up slowly, shaking despite herself, and unable to stop the steady flow of tears.
Things lurking at the back of her mind were still screaming at her. Telling her to ignore her manners, to ignore the want for answers, and just run. The element of danger, the taste of it on the air, was driving sloth into a near fit. She settled her free hand on the great snakes body, her other still gripping her sunglasses, and took a tentative step out toward him
...Even if she wanted to trust him, if she truly wanted everything to be one giant misunderstanding, past experiences drove her to keep the glasses off. She had learned a lesson the hard way, the very same lesson that had taken the rest of her snakes from her, about ignoring her power...
"...M-martin..? I...I.. am sorry. I do not know what came over me..." Her voice stretched out, softer than she wanted and wavering. "..I have not been myself lately..." A sniffle ended her explaination, as a new wave of tears began to flow. She kept her eyes pinned on the ground, staring wide eyed at the hint of his shadow, and waited for him to answer her as she continued out of her hiding spot step by cautious step.