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.
Posted by Kiva Augillard on Mar 17, 2013 18:42:57 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
92
2
Feb 27, 2015 12:39:25 GMT -6
2009
"Checkmate."
The bronze-scaled beast of a mutant chuckled a little and leaned back in her chair, looking from her cornered black king to the petite redhead sitting across from her.
Beaten in chess by a twelve-year-old. That would be embarassing if that twelve year old weren't her baby sister. Sorcha always won at chess, had since she was seven, but Kiva kept right on playing, week after week. Their wooden peices had paint scratched off in numerous places from the mutant's claws, even though she tried her hardest to be careful while handling them.
She casually plucked the peice from the board that meant so much to the game. "And so the king lay dead, not having died an honourable death at the head of troops, but having cowered in his castle until the enemy soldiers found him and cut him down. They rode through the streets, displaying his head for all who could see. The black-hearted man who had made a pact with a terrible dragon finally paid for his crimes in blood."
Sorcha giggled a little, but then rolled her bright green eyes. "You always have to narrate," she said as she got up to gather the board and peices. "And you're not terrible."
Kiva pretended to look offended. "Am so. Very terrible." She raised the clawed hand not holding her king chess peice and gave a small growl.
Sorcha laughed. "Whatever you say, big sis." The laughter faded, however, and soon the child frowned, toying slightly with the white knight she was holding. "This...is our last game, huh? You're heading off to New York with Auntie Finola..."
Kiva frowned as well, and she reached out to gently touch her sister's shoulder. "Hey, no way." Sorcha looked up, and the dragon-like woman gave her preteen sister a big smile. "We'll set up some kinda online thing so you can burn my castle to the ground over the internet. I'm not giving up our chess games that easily."
Sorcha smiled back, but it faded when she looked at the peice she was holding again. "Don't know what I'm gonna do with the old board..."
Kiva chuckled. "We can store it and break it out whenever I come home for Christmas. How's that sound?"
"I guess..." Sorcha said quietly, but she still didn't look happy.
Kiva sighed and pulled her baby sister into a tight hug. "I'll miss you too," she said. Sorcha didn't say anything in return, but she hugged back.
Kiva squeezed her eyes shut and quietly laid her head down on her desk. Well, this was going nowhere fast. Turns out schoolwork sucked even when you were going to art school. Go figure. It didn't help that she was pretty sure the instructor didn't like her. Like that was a shock; she'd expected to get slapped in the face with prejudice around here, and she'd still gone.
Sometimes she seriously wondered if she was masochistic. It would explain a lot of the decisions she made.
There was a faint 'plink' sound from her computer, and she reached over to wiggle her mouse to get the monitor to light up again. She looked at the screen, and the little message that had popped up on it from a familiar username.
Game time?
Kiva sighed softly, looking from her schoolwork to her computer, then started typing. The ends of her recently-filed claws clicked the keys as she sent the short reply.
Can't. Art project.
She barely got the chance to look away before there was another 'plink.'
You promised.
Kiva sighed. Thirteen years old and still playing the 'you promised' card with her older sister. Though, really, what was she actually doing? Attempting to bludgeon artist block into submission and failing miserably, that's what. Maybe she did need a break.
Okay, fine. I'll start it up and invite you.
She smiled as the virtual chessboard came into view. At least she couldn't accidentally wreck these, though her keyboard and mouse weren't exactly in the best of condition, so maybe she was just trading damaging one thing for another. She found her tense muscles relaxing as Sorcha entered the same and made her first move, and she silently challenged herself to last just one move more than she had the last time before the inevitable fall of her army.
Posted by Kiva Augillard on Mar 20, 2013 16:53:15 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
92
2
Feb 27, 2015 12:39:25 GMT -6
2011
Sorcha was a half-hour late.
Kiva frowned. Sorcha was not late for their games. It just didn't happen. Her baby sister was always punctual, practically to a fault. The value of such had been one of the things their parents had always tried their best to drill into their minds, and Sorcha had always taken it to heart. No amount of teenage rebellion would make her not be on time, especially for something fun.
Sorcha did still find these games fun, right? Of course; her little sister lived for chess. She was queen of her school's chess club, and she even had one of those fancy three-dimensional boards.
So what was wrong? The empty chat window on her computer stared back at her as she drummed her claws uneasily; Kiva was very close to grabbing the phone and calling home, just to make sure her sister was alright. After all, if she really couldn't play due to something, it wasn't like her not to at least let her know.
A 'plink' of a message showing up nearly made the scaled mutant woman jump in surprise.
Sorry. Internet's been off all day. Finally got it back on. Game still on?
Kiva sighed in relief, sinking in her computer chair. She started chuckling to herself and she gave a swift shake of her. head. Right. Of course. Just Internet troubles. Way to let the paranoia get to her.
No worries. Sure, I'll set it up.
As the virtual board popped into existence on her screen and she sent the invitation, Kiva smiled. She stretched her wings, then folded them as sher gently grasped the mouse in her clawed hand and went to move one of her pawns. And so the weekly war began again.
