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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Tses looked at the kid next to her, and listened to his comments. Maybe they seemed innocent enough, but they also sounded a bit like accusations, and Tses didn't like people insulting her, especially about stuff she really didn't understand. "Lessons? Didn't know they had those. Plus, it was kinda an impulse action. Not like I wanted to be stuck with you."[/b] She glared at him slightly, and then slammed on the brake. They skidded a few feet, but since she was going the speed limit they barely went over the stop line. Tses slid forward just slightly in her seat from the force, and blinked in surprise. "Huh... that's why they have the seat belts."
At his last insult, Tses glared at him, and hit the gas again, turning right. A car honked for her lack of turn signal, but since she didn't know what that was, there was no way for her to use it. "I can see the sign just fine, I just wasn't sure what it said! Brat kid." He was starting to irritate her and ruin the car ride. She started making a loop back towards the convenience store. Maybe she could shove him out back in the parking space than practice some more on her own. He acted like she was going to kill them, but she had stayed on the road, between the lines, and even listened to his dumb 'speed limits'. Some credit should be given. Or, she could just gun it back to the store...
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 17, 2013 17:57:54 GMT -6
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Clyde noticed that the woman seemed rather irritated with him. However, he felt that if either of them had the right to be mad, it was him. She was the one who stole the car and starting recklessly driving. “Not like I wanted to be in this cah with you driving...” he muttered.
Just before the car was going to sail right through that intersection, she slammed on the brakes. Clyde felt himself be thrown forward, but seat belt caught him. It was a good thing he was wearing one. The driver, who was not wearing hers, seemed rather surprised at this. Was this woman just acting like she was stupid to toy with him? Seriously, he was about to lose his patience with her, if one could call his behavior with her so far patient. Then, he heard that last remark...
“I'M NOT A BRAT!” he yelled, his hands forming fists. He almost yelled that he wasn't a kid, either, but that would have just caused confusion. Regardless, he didn't like being called that word. It had such a bad connotation. He had to take a couple of seconds to calm down. “You know, my brothah's going to see that this cah's missing and call the cops, if he hasn't already,” he said clearly with a glare. “Mind bringing me back now?”
The kid was yelling. What a buzz kill. The idea of pushing him out was looking nicer every second. They still had a few minutes before reaching the convenience store, at least going the 'speed limit'. "You are a brat, and, you don't know how to have fun. Can't you just chill out? I'll get the car back in one piece, he won't know it's gone, and you can go back to whatever you were doing hiding in the back of the car." She gave a wicked smirk at him, then turned back to the road. For just learning, she was doing fairly well, staying within the lines and everything. She felt like a child who was given a crayon and a coloring sheet. She only got the basics of what she was doing, but as long as the colors were within the 'lines' she was a GREAT artist.
"Cars aren't exactly what I typically take. Give me a few pockets to pick, whatever, you'd be impressed. But you gotta start somewhere, and yeah 'sorry you're the guinea pig'." She said it in a mocking tone, and stuck her tongue out at the kid. Yup, there was the decline in her maturity level. But he brought it out of her, he really did. She blamed the kid.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 18, 2013 17:27:53 GMT -6
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Despite Clyde's insistence otherwise, the lady called him a brat. Again. She was the one breaking the law, yet there she was, accusing him of ruining her fun. “Theh's a line, you know, and you've crossed it,” he stated firmly. She claimed that she'd bring him back, but, at this point, he wasn't even sure he could trust that promise.
From what she said, she was a normally a pickpocket. Oh, that was a big surprise. Figures that she had some sort of criminal background, the way she was behaving. That type of person was the type that did whatever they wanted, without caring what others thought. Clyde wasn't raised to be like that; he knew that rules were important. Without them, so many other people would end up like her. Wouldn't that be a nightmare?
The age shifter's eyes narrowed as the woman “apologized” and... stuck out her tongue at him. Way to act like a five year old. Twenty guesses as to who the real brat was. “Hey, I'm not the one with a problem,” he argued in a condescending tone. “Ya'h the one acting so childish.”
He honestly couldn't think of a better word to use.
Tses chuckled slightly, and evil glint in her eyes. If she had been dangerous before, this was just upping the ante. "A line I'm crossing, eh? Like this?" With a jerk of the steering wheel she yanked it into oncoming traffic, then back into their own lane. It was a quick motion, but enough to create a rush, and possibly some fear in the young kid. Someone honked momentarily, but she just smirked wickedly. If he was going to keep insulting her, she would just make this more miserable for him.
"I can cross some more lines if you want... There are some on the right side of the rode as well." She grinned. She was slowly crossing the line from reckless to just plain suicidal, but his words were like a challenge to her. A challenge to be just as crazy as he already believed she could be. She had nothing to loose after all; he had everything to. Why not mess with her and see which one won this little argument. She sure couldn't loose.
"We can take a loop around the block and see how many traffic laws we can break.... orrrrr just get to the convenience store. Your choice. Keep pushing buttons." She threatened. She almost hoped he kept taunting. She liked to take her chances when it came to defending her ego.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 19, 2013 21:47:45 GMT -6
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Clyde squeezed his eyes shut and let out a brief scream as the woman swerved into the oncoming lane for a moment. This lady was officially trying to give him a heart attack. Evidently, “crossing the line” was a poor choice of words. “I was being metaphorical,” he growled. Funny. He would have thought that she'd have a stronger reaction to him calling her childish.
If he pushed her any further, she was going to try to scare him even more. He'd had enough with her shenanigans. The last thing he wanted her to do was to try even more stuff. Unfortunately, it was impossible to reason with crazy. There wasn't much he could do about that. In fact, there wasn't much he could do about the entire situation except hope for a safe return.
“Just bring me back. Please,” he sighed, straining to say the last word. Ugh, trying to please this maniac ate away at his dignity. It reminded him of how helpless he could be. Oh, why did someone as insane as her get the ability to make bombs and a reasonable individual like him have to stay a kid? Wouldn't society have been better off if it was the other way around?
Tses felt satisfied as the kid screamed, and then she slowed the car to a reasonable speed and drove the rest of the way to the convenience store almost like she'd driven before. Well, with the lack of checking the mirror and stuff like that, because to her, the car only had a gas pedal and a brake. The brake was optional though. She smiled at the kid with an expression that still bordered on a smirk. It was far too sweet for her personality. "Sure, I'll take you back. I'm sure your brother has missed you."
She drove the car back into it's parking space as daintily as possibly, hit the brake then quickly fiddled with the gear shift putting it into park. It was more difficult than she though, but once she managed it, she quickly moved to leave the car before anything could happen. But not without a flash of a smile at the kid. "See, not a scratch on the car! You teach well under pressure! We should have another lesson sometime!" She laughed, then darted out of the car slamming the door behind her. She thought she could hear something behind her, but kept running like a little blur of psychotic energy moving into the shadows.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 20, 2013 19:22:39 GMT -6
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Feb 15, 2016 18:39:42 GMT -6
Clyde sat quietly in the passenger's seat the rest of the way back, cringing every time there was a close call. At last, she drove the car into the lot and into its original parking space. How she managed to get into the parking slot, the world will never know. It was probably a good thing his brother hadn't parallel parked. She told him that he was a good teacher and that he should give her another lesson in the future. Then, she ran off, leaving him in the car alone.
“Not in a million years,” he said to himself, once he was sure she wouldn't hear him. Finally, he could relax. No more psycho lady in the driver's seat. With some luck, maybe his brother phoned the police, and they would soon arrest her, except...
There weren't any police cars in sight. Wait...
The driver's side door opened, and in came Bryce. “Sorry I took so long. The line was crazy and then...”
His brother continued talking, but the age shifter didn't pay any attention to what he was saying. So, he'd been in there the whole time, and never realized the him nor the car was missing in the first place. He continued to block out the ramblings when all of a sudden...
“That's funny. I could've sworn theh was moh than an eighth of a tank when I went in.”
Yep, he had NO idea. At first, Clyde considered mentioning something about the incident. But then, he realized that it would be a story about some crazy mutant lady took the car for a joyride and nearly crashed it a few dozen times and brought it back before he returned. Yeah, that was believable. Real believable.
From the roof of a nearby building, Tses swung her legs back and forth sitting on the rooftop. She was still buzzing with the adrenaline high, and smirked as she watched the figure return to the car. No cop lights, no 911; it appeared to be a perfect heist, at least as far as consequences went. She waited until they were finally pulling away before standing, and then pitched a small explosive into a trash can just as the car went to turn into the street. It left a small POOF of snow fluttering down next to the passenger side of the vehicle, and Tses chuckled, wandered back into the darkness.
Consider it a farewell gesture, from a snarky little mutant.