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.
I don't really feel like i should have a say in this due to my newbie status, but I wanted to give my opinion. I've seen some sites that have multiple awards, done monthly. I even know a person who ran a site with multiple awards. She has told me that it wasn't very hard to keep up with. They only had a few awards given, and there wasn't really a prize to it. The awards were just to recognize people for being something special.
I honestly like the idea of different awards. I still personally see MotM as a popularity contest, and that kind of bothers me. I've never been one to like popularity and I like the idea of others being recognized for certain things. I understand that MRO has been a certain way for a long time, but I agree that some things can be expanded upon.
I personally don't know what sort of categories would be used, but I was kind of thinking that that category could change each time. One time it may be for 'Best Chemistry'. The next it might be 'Best Thread'. That way it's more of a side thing and not so much invading on MotM.
This is just my opinion and I honestly don't see it being used, but I thought I'd give an idea.
The half Native American woman walked through the alley with a speed she didn't realize her tired body could produce. She had the feeling of being watched and she did not want to be in the alley for longer than she needed. The shadows in the alley worried her, considering she couldn't see into them very well.
"Great idea, Sarah. Walk into the creepy alley because you're tired." she mumbled to herself. "It'll cut time out of the walk home. I won't make it home if I get attacked, now will I?"
Sarah shook her head before focusing on getting to the well lit street on the other end of the alley. She still felt like she was being watched. She briefly wondered if the feeling was the same an animal got before being killed. 'Wow, I'm depressing tonight.'[/color] As Sarah stepped out of the alley, she yawned. Her rush out of the alley had zonked her of some of her strength.
>>“Excuse me.”
Sarah froze and waited for whoever it was to either finish speaking or make it known they weren't talking to her. She silently noticed the voice was feminine, not that calmed her much.
>>“I’m in need of some directions, could you possibly help me?”
The frozen woman let out a breath before turning her head to face whoever it was talking to her. 'If I help out fast, I may be able to avoid any thing... Well, any thing I don't want right now.'[/color] When she saw the person, her mind blanked.
In front of her was something she'd never seen before. She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that it must have been a mutant. The part of her brain that was in control, however, was not the one that knew what she was looking at. Her tired, and now freaked out, mind took note of the tail, wings, and other oddities she pinpointed, before on her heel and rushing back into the alley.
"Sorry!" she yelled out as she ran as fast as her body could take her.
When she was almost to the other end of the alley, she noticed three shadowed figures at the entrance. She also took note of what appeared to be a pipe, bat, and possibly a gun in their hands before slamming on the brakes. Her sudden stop caused her to fall forward onto her hands and knees.
'God, I am an idiot,'[/color] she thought sullenly.
Sarah waited for him to answer her. She was used to people being shocked when she, or anyone it seemed, asked to fill out whatever it was.
>>“Sure. I mean… you don’t mind? People usually hate these.”
The dark skinned woman smiled before answering him. "Of course I don't mind. I'm the one who asked right? I actually find surveys fun to do."
Sarah glanced towards the kitchen door quickly. 'What is that guys problem? He needs to find something else to do besides stare at people.'[/color]
The slightly annoyed waitress took the offered paper. She looked over the questions she would be answering. Though honestly, her mind was more focused on the waiter that wouldn't stop staring. He was starting to freak even her out.
>>“If you need a pen I have one.”
Sarah nodded her head lightly. "That's great," she smiled. "All I have writes in a bright purple, and I'd rather not use it for this."
The brunette knew it was a lie. Her pen wrote in blue, but she didn't want him to feel bad about asking. She figured it was an automatic response and didn't want him to feel bad for it. He already seemed freaked out that she wanted to fill one out.
"Do you mind if I sit down while I do this?" she asked him.
Hearing Nate's reply had calmed Sarah down significantly. After getting control of her flushed cheeks, Sarah looked deeper into the bushes. She could see something moving in there, but she wasn't sure what it was. With a sigh she briefly wondered if she would need to put her hand in the bush. The idea wasn't very appealing to her. Nate's pet might decide to bite her.
'Really didn't think this through, did I?'[/color] she asked herself.
With a quick sigh she tried to get the courage to reach into the bush. While she gather her courage, she noticed whatever was moving in the bush had disappeared from her view. Suddenly she felt something on her chest. When she looked down she was staring at a... very... large... spider.
Sarah's body straightened instantly. Her body frozen expect for her lungs as they were filled with air. She prepared to scream.
Sarah let out a sigh as she walked back from work. The dinner rush had taken a toll out of all of the employees. Many of the others had gone out to some bar. The dark skinned woman had been invited, but all she wanted to do was sleep.
"Gah! I hate tourist sometimes," the tired and cranky waitress mumbled. "At least I know shortcuts."
Sarah sighed before looking at the street signs. She realized she could take an alley to cut her walk by some five minutes. With a relieved sigh she headed for the alley. She knew it wasn't the smartest idea, but she was desperate for some sleep.
"Just get home and don't get into trouble," she muttered to herself.
Sarah looked around her at all the people who were obviously not from the city. The twenty-three year old may not have grown up in New York City, but she did know how to learn big city streets. The people around her were some she'd see while working or while she was in the park. With a quick shake of her head, Sarah focused back on getting home, to her apartment, with its nice warm bed.
'I really need some sleep,'[/color] she thought as she left the bright street and entered the alley-shortcut.
Once he had told her what he wanted, Sarah wrote it down. She then looked up at him from her pad. There were other things she needed to know before she could put the order in.
"Would you like anything on it, or plain? And do you want the usual fries or a different side?" Sarah asked as she had been told.
Sarah knew her opinion on things in the restaurant needed help, but she would give what advice she could give. She made a mental note to try some of the burgers on her next few lunch breaks.
When she had the information she needed, Sarah headed back to the kitchen. The lunch cook would like to be able to do something since they were having a slow day. On her way in, she noticed one of the waiters watching her customer. Her forehead scrunched up as she tried to remember the waiters name, but she didn't remember meeting him.
After placing the order in and getting his drink, Sarah left the kitchen. The unknown waiter was still watching the male when she walked past him. She walked over to her lone customer and set his coke on the table. She noticed that his papers had been moved around.
"Do you need another one of those filled?" she asked as she pointed at his papers. She only had to wait for his burger to be done, but it would be a little bit and she wanted to help him out if she could.
When the teen ignored her hand, Sarah felt a little upset. She hadn't meant for him to walk into her. He seemed upset with her, though she wasn't sure why.
'Maybe he's having a bad day,' Sarah thought to herself.
>>"Yes."
Sarah noticed the teen's tone wasn't too kind. She also knew her question was kind of silly because it had an obvious answer. She had only asked because she wondered what he had been doing.
"Can I see some of it? I'd like to know how you see the church," Sarah commented. "I'm doing something for the church and I'd like to know what you think of the church itself. If you don't mind telling me that is."
There was a slight chance he would answer her. The possibility of him just ignoring her was high, but she wanted to risk it. He might be able to give her some advice from another point of view. She didn't know any artists in the area and having another point of view would be nice.
Sarah smiled widely as she walked towards a line of bushes. To her, Nate seemed like a nice enough guy. He was one of the nicest people he had met in New York City. She lightly wondered where he grew up, considering NYC natives weren't usually kind.
"So where do you work?" Sarah asked before quickly adding more. "If you don't mind me asking, that is."
Sarah felt her cheeks flame up. She knew even her dark skin would show the blush spreading across her cheeks. She wasn't often so flustered, but she felt embarrassed by her blunt question. She turned her focus back on shifting through the bushes, trying to find Nate's pet.
Then she realized she had no idea what type of pet it was. She thought about asking, but not after her bluntness had embarrassed her. She would wait to ask another question. If she ever got the nerve.
She moved a section of leaves away so she could look into the bushes. After moving the leaves away, Sarah felt as if something was watching her. The feeling was strange and caused Sarah to look deeper into the bush.
When the male took out a headphone, Sarah felt like she could laugh. She hadn't even noticed he was listening to music. "It's alright. I just asked what drink you wanted," she told him softly.
She smiled back at him when he smiled at her. She watched as he opened the menu to the burger section. She held back the need to roll her eyes. He boss had a problem with liking burgers. She still hadn't gotten used to how many types there were. When she had asked another waitress, one who had been there much longer than the dark skinned woman, she was told that the owner liked to give people options.
'Yet he only has two different types of salad,' Sarah laughed inwardly.
She then focused back on the customer, who she realized had asked her opinion on the selection. As she cursed herself for being distracted, she looked over the selection herself, seeing a few she knew and others that were newly placed on the menu.
"I honestly don't like burgers. I'd probably get a plain one, if I have to choose. Sorry, I'm not much help," she smiled sheepishly.
A loud cough pulled Sarah away from the male. She looked around and saw one of the waiters covering his mouth as he coughed. She nodded to him before turning back to her customer.
Sarah was happy that he didn't just leave her to pick up her things on her own. She often found people in New York City didn't care that someone had things on the ground. They usually stepped on them instead.
>> "You mean when I bumped into you."
Sarah smiled at his joke. 'I think it was a combination of things. But I don't wanna argue.'[/color]
>>"Really? Well, if you're sure, thank you very much, miss!"
Sarah smiled as she took his hand after putting her things in her bag. He seemed nice enough to her. If she did get kidnapped, she'd still blame her mother.
>>"I'm Nate."
"I'm Sarah," she told him as she stood.
>>"So I'm guessing you're an artist?"
Sarah smiled widely. "Yeah, I am. I have an art degree. Though it doesn't do me much good with the job I have right now," she laughed.
She gazed around the park, looking for any anomalies around the park. There were some kids playing in a grassy area, though they seemed to only be playing on their game. A group of women with children, who Sarah thought were nannies, were walking away from them, towards where the dark skinned woman had been. Other than the women and kids, the path was relatively empty for the day.
The path they were on was sided by bushes, making easy hiding places for small animals. Sarah tried to take note of any rustling in the bushes, but the breeze was making it difficult. Her hat was becoming a hinder now that she was actually needing her full site, so she carefully pulled her hair from the hat and shoved the black material down her back pocket, the bill sticking out.
"So where do you wanna start?" she asked as she looked around.
Sarah cursed herself for being stupid. She took the quiet of the park as a sign no one was around. She had closed her eyes, and apparently her ears, for a moment and suddenly she was hit by someone. She stumbled back a bit as whoever it was spoke to her. As she stumbled she heard the tall tale sound of her art supplies dropping from her slightly opened bag.
>>"--oh, sorry!"
Sarah looked at the person as she crouched down to pick up her things. They were definitely male. He had brown hair and looked to be several inches taller than her, even with her heeled boots.
"It's all good," she mumbled as she picked up a paint set.
>>"My fault. Hey, by any chance have you seen a stray-- er, pet running around?"
Sarah looked up at the man's word stumble. He seemed upset about something. The young artist had the idea it wasn't his lost pet that was bugging him. Sarah's thoughts put her back in the present.
"Uh, I don't think so. I kinda had my eyes closed when we bumped into each other," she laughed lightly.
She picked up a pack of colored pencils before pausing. Her relaxed mood was gone and she had the urge to be helpful. She turned her brown eyes to the man.
Before her mind even registered the words, she was speaking. "I can help you look if you want. I have some free time, and besides, two sets of eyes might be able to find your pet faster."
Inside, Sarah was cursing herself. 'If I get kidnapped because of this, I am so blaming Mom. Only I would take on the most dangerous quality of my mother: being too helpful.'
Sarah leaned back against the bench she was seated on. Her dark blue jean clad legs were stretched out in front of her. The heels of her black boot clad heels positioned on the ground, though not truly giving her support. Her arms were laying on the bench back lazily, pulling the light cream button up tight against her skin. Her mainly brown eyes were shadowed by her black baseball cap. Her brown hair was braided and pulled through the cap, keeping it out of her face. She was completely relaxed.
What had started as a trip to sketch the park, had turned into a time dedicated to relaxing.
People were walking past her, minding their own business. Not one seemed to actually see her. Sarah watched as mother's pulled children along, business men talked into cell phones, teens and other children played games, and other types of people. It was relaxing to just watch people again.
"When was the last time I did this?" Sarah asked herself. "A few weeks, I would think," she answered after a moment of thought.
'The last few weeks have been rough,' she thought. 'I'm so happy Boss gave me the next few days off.'
The dark skinned woman's thoughts were interrupted as a woman passed by, trying to calm her screaming baby. The woman was bouncing her baby trying to find something. Sarah watched the woman's eyes flow over the unusually full benches of the area.
"Ma'am!" Sarah called out. "You can sit here!"
When the woman turned to look in Sarah's direction, the dark haired woman stood, grabbing the bag full of art supplies as she did so. The mother smiled weakly as she sat down in the now empty bench. When Sarah was sure the woman was alright, she started walking down the path. Her relaxed position was gone, but her relaxed mood was not. With a small smile on her face, she continued walking in Central Park.