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 Iris/Rayne on Apr 8, 2008 18:44:57 GMT -6
Mutant God
1,558
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
Iris smiled at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, immensely pleased and relieved to see a blond-framed face staring back once more. A pale face it was, but still her old blond self nonetheless. While the weather was steadily warming now, a trip to the tanning booth would take care of the paleness faster than a week of hiking. Though a week’s vacation sounded heavenly right about now....
She sighed. <“No vacation. Not yet. There’s still work to be done.”>
She wrapped herself in her bathrobe and wandered back out into her new bedroom. Ebony growled at her from under the bed as she passed, unhappy with yet another change in her routine. Iris ignored her finicky friend, knowing she’d deal, and walked out of the room. She paused in the hallway.
It was quiet. And empty. Iris smile faded, just a bit.
Once Hunter finished his business with the Church of Humanity, Iris had wasted no time in separating herself from the whole business, and attempting to return to her previous life. That included a new apartment, rented under her own name this time, and about an hour outside of the city. Actually, it was very close to the ruins of the Xavier School.
Her grin drooped further at the memory of the friends she’d met there. A wave of loneliness washed over her. She’d grown up as a loner for the most part, but now..... now she even missed arguing with Hunter.
Ebony poked her head out of the bedroom, and murred pitifully. Iris turned and picked her up, and rubbed a finger under her chin.
”Kind of lonely around here, isn’t it?” Ebony mewed, and nuzzled into her caresses. ”Hmm. Maybe its time to have a new face around here.” She set the Siamese down, and walked into the bedroom again.
Half an hour later she grabbed her wallet and keys, and headed out the door. A trip to the nearest animal shelter, and a stop at the Mansion, might be just the cure for her case of loneliness.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on May 4, 2008 23:44:58 GMT -6
Mutant God
1,558
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
CRRR-AACKKKKK!!!
A sharp clap of thunder startled Rayne awake, and sent Ebony zooming under the bed.
"Grmm-huh? Wha...?"
Rrumbleblerrumbleumble ccarr-AAACKK!!!
Another thunderclap split the night air. Rayne yawned, and stretched. A soft hiss came from under the bed. She chuckled. The little siamese hated thunder and lighting storms. She'd probably be under the bed until morning, longer if the storm lasted. Rayne, on the other hand, loved storms.
She slipped out from under the covers, and walked over to the balcony doors. When shopping for a new apartment, she made sure to find one that had a balcony this time. She walked up to the glass, pausing for a moment before stepping out.
Outside the storm raged in full swing. Lightening flashed overhead, followed by the harsh groan and crack of thunder, like a pair of twins having an argument. Rain beat down on the buildings, adding to the steady rumble all around.
A small shiver ran down her spine. Hidden underneath the blond coloring, streaks of dull purple flowed through her hair. She leaned forward on the balcony rail and looked down, completely at ease with the fact that her apartment was six stories up. Faint noises of an active city drifted up on the raging wind, but the darkness and rain combined to hide the ground from her view, leaving only a bottomless pit below. Looking up, she couldn't see much better, except for a few faint lights from the next building over.
She moved to the corner of the building, and sat on a little patio chair. She crossed her arms on the bannister, and leaned her head on them. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in the indescribable smell that comes with a new storm. Her hair stuck to her face; tiny droplets tickled and trickled down her neck. Another rumble shook the skies, and as it faded, her mind began to wander.....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rainstorms. So many rainstorms. If anything in the world could identify her, symbolize her, it was the Rainstorm. It had so many forms, from a calm, quiet drizzle, to a fierce, blinding hurricane. Refreshing and warm, harsh and deadly, intriguing, unknowable, unpredictable, serene; Rayne took on all of her namesake's forms. And from it, she drew peace, comfort, balance.
She opened her eyes. A little girl stared back, grey-eyed and smiling. She held her hands close to her chest, hiding something. Giggling, she opened her hands, showing her prize to Rayne. A little bubble-blob of water floated between them, constantly changing shape.
"Isn't it pretty?" she asked. Rayne smiled.
"It sure is."
"It's my favorite toy. My daddy gave it to me."
"I know he did."
"Do you want to play with it?"
"Are you sure? It's very special."
The little girl giggled, and held the bubble out. "Yes, but what good is a toy without a friend to have fun with?"
Rayne smiled. "You're a very smart little girl."
"I know." She wrinkled her nose and grinned.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CRRR-AACKKKKK!!!
Rayne blinked, and came aware of the storm again. She really should go back to the Mansion again, and see what she could do about setting things right with her friends.
Another yawn pulled at her lungs. She stood and stretched, until she felt a satisfying pop! in her spine. Reconciliations could wait till morning. She walked back to the doors. Before going inside, a shimmering mist formed around her as the moisture pulled away from her body, leaving her dry as a sunny day. Back inside, she slipped back into the bed, and let the stormy lullaby lull her back to sleep.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Jun 24, 2008 19:25:34 GMT -6
Mutant God
1,558
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
"Eb? Ebony! I have a surprise for you! Where are you hiding?"
Only silence answered Iris. That meant the feisty little feline had holed up in a closet somewhere. Good, because Iris had a feeling she wasn't going to be pleased with her surprise, especially since it came in parts.
Part One involved a three-foot tall and wide, two-foot long, two-story cage that took up a good chunk of her living room.
Part Two brought in a upside-down metal frisbee, called a Flying Saucer, and attached it to the side of the cage.
Part Three included food dishes, water bottles, toys, and another appropriate accessories.
And then came Part Four, the part Ebony would like the least. Iris set a little carrier by the open cage door, and lifted the latch. A gray shape sniffed hesitantly at the opening, deciding whether or not to explore this new world. A nose emerged, followed by a set of oversized ears and a pair of big, black eyes. Paw One, then Paw Two. Stretch up to smell the top of the door. Go back into the carrier. Realize that 'Out There' had so much more space. And food! 'Out There' has it's favorite food! And it's hungry!
And with a quick hop from Stage Right enters Part Four, otherwise known as Patch the Chinchilla.
Iris closed the cage, and stood to go to the kitchen. There she pulled out some leftover chicken from last night's dinner, shredded it, and put it in Ebony's dish. No doubt the Siamese would be highly put out by this interloper; a treat would help mollify her. After placing the dish in the hallway by her bedroom door, Iris returned to the living room. She sat back on the floor for awhile to watch her new pet explore his new home, and to consider what to do about her own home.
Lately Iris had been feeling.... disconnected, with the rest of the world. She missed her Tia Carol and Tio Max deeply. But after finding out her best friend, and coworker, ran with the Church of Humanity, she wasn't keen to return to the Rescue Ranch. And even though the Registration Law had been overturned, her hometown still hated mutants with a passion. She didn't want to put her Tia and Tio in anymore danger.
She had only returned to the Mansion a few times lately, to help clean up, but not at all since the Law was done away of. She was hesitant to go back and find out if any of her friends had returned. She felt guilty for not having helped them in a way they could see or understand. And really, what had she done? Enabled an assassination mission, that's all. One that she couldn't honestly justify, either. Actually, she didn't just feel guilty. She was consumed by it....
She definitely didn't want to go back to the Labs. Every time she went there, somehow she ended up in trouble. On top of which, she was less than pleased with her flesh and blood at the moment....
Iris sighed and and pulled her knees up to her chin. Patch had discovered his Flying Saucer, and was having a blast on it. It would be soooo nice to be so carefree.
She groaned. She'd have to face up to her demons eventually. She couldn't stay in the apartment forever. At least this time she didn't have to worry about giant monsters trying to destroy her. She hoped....