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.
Cyra rolled off her bed as she grabbed for her phone. She had been sleeping, "Hello?" She stretched as she waited for a reply. Since she was already off her bed, she decided to warm up her muscles and go through some yoga. She also hoped that it would be Virote, she knew he would call her soon.
Cyra stopped her yoga and grinned devilishly, "That was a happy sounding hi. So, what's your plans luv?" She spoke teasingly, "Do they include me, and perhaps maiming of individuals?" She was postive that her had gotten his list of guard names. The only question was, how long would those guards last now? She waited, stretching a bit more before getting up and nabbing some fresh clothes for the day.
Cyra chuckled as she grabbed a piece of paper and pen and wrote down the room number. "I'll be ready in half an hour luv. And I will leave the message with the guards, telling Gore to call this number, that I am leaving and that Gore may end up leaving as well. See you soon luv." She clicked the phone shut and grabbed her personal necessities for showering and went and did just that.
15 minutes later she was at the Canteen eating a small plate of fruit and sipping a glass of orange juice. After depositing her dishes at the counter she left and headed towards the front entrance. On her way she stopped a passing guard and handed him her message, asking the guard to deliver it to Kaz and to Gore. Then she waited patiently for Virote.
Cyra smiled coyly as she spotted Virote. She was wearing black leggings, a black skin tight shirt, and a skirt that was split on both sides and only went to her mid thighs. Coiled around her waist was her black leather whip. Underneath her skirt was two throwing knives and a small dart gun, with five poisoned darts. In her small purse she had a few other assorted weapons. "Hello luv, when do we leave?" She waltzed up to him and put her arm in his. "Well?"
Cyra let out a small gasp as Virote picked her up and spun her around. "Really happy to see me huh." She was set down softly and smiled as Virote said his piece and lead her to the car. She squeezed his hand lightly as she eyed the car. "Nice piece of work. Where did you get that?" She raised on eyebrow as her thoughts went to the other night, "On second thought, nevermind." She gently took her hand out of Virote's grasp and kissed his gently before letting go completly.
Cyra sat gracefully in his car and looked over at Virote once he got in. "A laptop and a cell phone." She smirked, "Just a normal bit of shopping for us." She spoke again, a hint of tease in her voice, "I'm used to you being wanted luv. It's usually in less time though." She leaned back into the seat, "Where to first luv?" Her voice became serious. "And I will gladly give this Gore, a few days to respond. It is only courtisous."
Cyra laughed outright, "Ah well, I'm sure we can do that." She murmed in his ear, "Find something to occupy our time with that is." She nibbled lightly on his ear before shifting back to her seat. "After our shopping, I think we should head back to your motel room." She smiled coyly, "A nap is always a good thing luv. Especially when it's with someone like yourself."
Cyra smiled coyly, they had finally gotten to the hotel Virote had booked a room at. She had lots of new toys to play with after visiting a few different electronic stores. "Virote, luv, we should go to bed." She looked pointedly at him as she moved in close. Cyra whispered, "You don't have a choice either luv."
Posted by jasonblake on Feb 19, 2008 20:29:49 GMT -6
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“Excuse me sir. There was a message that I was asked to give you.” Said a man dressed what seemed to be the normal guard uniform for this place. Jason took the small piece of paper and read it. ‘Hmm, been a while since he heard from V. Maybe I should check this out.’ He thought to himself. Jason walked back to his room quickly packing a duffle bag and made his way out the labs. Jason hasn’t left this place since he escaped from the camps and hasn’t ever thought of returning back anytime soon. As Jason made his way out and walked down the long driveway he saw a black Lincoln waiting by the curb and a guard informing him that this car would be taking him to where ever he need to go. “I thought this place had like some limos or something I get grandpa’s ride. I tell ya, cheap.” Jason said waving off one of the guards. He sat in the back of the car giving the address to the driver and just watched as the lab got farther and smaller as they drove away. Sitting in the back Jason woke up and quickly looked around as the driver informed him they were there. “Would you like me to wait around and take you someplace else or will that be all for you sir?” the driver asked. Jason just shook his head fro east to west and he grabbed his bag and made his way to the door. He looked up and was pretty impressed by this place. By the looks of this hotel V had went all out. “I hope he aint doing all this for me cause I aint sleeping with him. I seen him in the buff once and that was enough for me!” Jason joked as he opened up the door. “Um excuse me sir. Is there something I can help you with?” asked a man standing in a bell boy uniform. “Yeah I’m looking for a room…” But before he could get the rest of the words out his mouth. He informed just to go to the front desk. This look Jason was getting wasn’t making him all that happy. As if he didn’t belong in this hotel. He just shook it off now was the time something was going on and he wanted to find out what this trip was all about. He didn’t have time he just wanted to see what was up so he went straight to the elevator. After only a few minutes he was standing in front of the room that corresponded with the note and knocked. “I know your in there. Or at least you better be having me come all the way across this damn city” he laughed.
Cyra laughed and pounced back at Virote and was about to bite him on his neck....when the someone said something outside the door “I know your in there. Or at least you better be having me come all the way across this damn city” Someone laughed. Cyra's eyes slitted and she murmered, "This better be good." She turned to Virote and tugged his shirt back on and buttoned it up before going to the door. She looked down to make sure she was decent and to make sure her knife was also still in place. She opened the door, "And you are?"
Posted by jasonblake on Feb 19, 2008 20:46:10 GMT -6
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“Damn V just went all out didn’t he? Fancy hotel, some escorts! Bout to have a little party up in here.” Jason said as he made his way into the room pushing the lovely young woman to the side. “V, where you at? Its been a minute but you really know how to live the good life.” Jason shouted as he looked around the room. V had really went all out on this room, as if he was trying to impress someone. Jason made his way over to the couch, dropped his bag and flopped down. “Nice man, nice. Hey where you at?” he said in confusion trying to figure out why he was hiding some place in the room. “Oh excuse me honey, uhh can you get make me a glass of rum in coke. Of course more rum then coke. Thanks.” He said giving the young lady a quick and happy smile.
Cyra was shocked, she had just gotten pushed aside?! Hell no, he ain't getting away with that. Cyra's eyes sparked in anger and in a split second she was across the room, her knife against Gore's throat. "You don't push me around like I'm some sort of slave, boy." Cyra snarled, "Do you think I'm a whore or something, To do your bidding?! Guess Again." Cyra pulled back and glared at Gore with ultimate hatred.
Posted by jasonblake on Feb 19, 2008 21:26:02 GMT -6
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Jason felt a little tingle on his neck as this mystery woman’s knife left his throat. Jason closed his eyes and ran his hand over his neck brushing off the small stone that was once a few drops of his blood from his neck. “Well I wont say your, a normal escort a little more then the rest. But I don’t know many that get across the room and keep a knife some where on there person’s.” he said as he gave a glaze towards the thigh region of her legs. “So I’m guessing you got something to do with why I’m here and what’s going on with V.” he said. Brushing the crumbled stone from his shirt he looked back up at her with a bit of anger and a bald up fist please let’s try and keep this professional.”
"Professional? Ha!" Cyra's lip curved upwards in a dangerous smile, "One, I am Virote's fiance, Two, I am also his business partner, Three, I already don't like you. Try not to piss me off anymore." She sighed inwardly, ' Virote wants me to be nice. This guy isn't helping.' "The rum and coke are in the fridge there." She pointed with her knife, "Get them yourself." She turned and went over to the discarded bag of electronics and pulled out the laptop and set it on a desk nearby. She pulled out all the other gadgets with it and set it up, completly ignoring Gore.
Posted by jasonblake on Feb 19, 2008 21:53:30 GMT -6
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“Damn, what is this world coming to? Getting married to the people you work with that’s a joke.” Jason got up and got him self a coke from the fridge and sat down. “One, I don’t care. Um two, I don’t care. And three I still don’t care. Jason bent over the table and starting messing with the things she had lying out. “So what’s all this stuff for. Or better yet since you’re his so called business partner maybe you can tell me what’s going on here.” He asked as he finished the can of coke and set it off to the side of the table.
Cyra grabbed his hand and twisted it as she finished setting up her new laptop. "Don't touch, touching things may get you broken." She shook her head grinning, "Do you even know our profession Gore? Actually nevermind." She went silent for a moment, thinking on Gore's question. She let his hand go and spoke, "Simply put, the guards that are the worst tormenters to the prisoners at the camps, are going to be killed. By us, and as viciously as possible."