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 Cheshire on Jun 24, 2007 18:59:46 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Sept 24, 2018 19:41:05 GMT -6
Calley
Calley took a moment to realize that the clouds of this world had parted and Food Heaven had begun shinning lovingly down upon him.
There was bacon on the floor--well, now there wasn't; and it tasted just as good as he remembered--there were eggs and pancakes and toast and that guy--oh yes, throw the syrup-drowned waffle! Throw it!
slack
Waffles made a distinctive noise when they hit the back of his Isabel's ribboned head.
sliiiick...
Ooo! And when they slid down, too.
Calley purred uproariously, and jumped up on the food bar and under the sneeze-guard. Now, yes now, amongst all the chaos and diverted attentions, was the time for a feline's noble nature to shine through in stunning Technicolor: he jumped over lesser food trays, and dove into the trough of bacon like a beached dolphin finding its way home.
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 25, 2007 21:13:22 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Sept 24, 2018 19:41:05 GMT -6
Calley
Calley lifted his head out from his greasy haven, and blinked slowly. It took him a moment to distract himself enough from his very content belly to register that someone was talking to him. Aww, it was his favorite monkey-tailed man: Santa! And the guy cared. That was sweet. Calley purred lazily, and rolled on his back in the bacon vat. He'd eaten his fill. Now... now he was happy just to lay there with his paws in the air, and watch the fun through the safety of the sneeze guard. The dinning staff seemed too busy taking cover to care about the white and black health code violation in their midst. And that girl who wanted to eat him seemed to have her hands busy warding off a guy with a plate full of scrambled eggs.
Half-buried in former pig, Calley came to a conclusion: he really, really liked the Sanctuary. From the free meals to the monkey tails, this place was his favoritest place ever.
And speaking of Santa: go red guy, go! Give the kiddies their presents!
To top it all off, as he was watching, a jam-covered piece of toast got Grumpy in the shoulder.
Okay. Ew. Isabel had not anticipated maple syrup when she'd started a food fight. She could just feel it soaking into her hair as the waffle drowned in the sticky stuff peeled off the back of her head and landed with a splat on the floor, making a shudder run down her spine. It would take a half dozen bottles of shampoo before it was all out. Now where had that come from? Grabbing a discarded plate that held some mac 'n' cheese on it, she scanned for where it could have come from. Bingo! Guy with a plate full of breakfast foods. And now Mr. Waffle Man's got a face full of cheesy pasta. Revenge was so much fun.
Deciding that moving may be a better way to dodge any more super sticky food, she began picking her way through the entree covered crowd, picking up an odd plate or grocery item here and there and tossing it in a random direction. She gave a small "Oof," when something suddenly struck her in the cheek, making her stumble a bit. Great. Where the hell had a gravy covered biscuit come from? What? Was she a moving target for all the gooey toppings or something? Yeah, that was it, she was taking cover. As soon as she'd reoriented herself from the biscuity assault, she made a break for the cafeteria line, where the nice safe counter and sneeze guards were located. Psh, who ever said she had to fight fair? Didn't someone once say all is fair in love and war, anyways?
Once safely behind the counter, she took a moment to simply observe what was going on, feeling rather proud of herself at how quickly things had escalated. Though of course she couldn't take all the credit. After all, those redheaded twins were the ones who had caused inspiration to strike. Oh look, there was Abyss, or one of his clones at least. She never could tell them all apart, which is mainly why she called them all Big Guy if and when she wasn't positive it was Abyss. "You're the culprit!" she accused of ol' Red upon seeing the tray of gravy and biscuits, some of which was still stuck to her cheek. Picking up a jell-o cup from the counter, she tossed it right at him. Ha! Take that Big Guy! Oh and what was this? A fat happy cat lazing about in the bacon? Well we wouldn't want to leave him out of the fun, now would we? Oops, did she just drop another jell-o cup onto the feline? "When this is all over, you're getting a bath," she informed the cat, before looking for an empty tray to use as a shield. She didn't want any more biscuits hitting her in the face.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Jun 25, 2007 22:19:00 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
>Eeeewww!!!< Vibe cringed as something slimy and sticky hit her shoulder. >Who threw that?!< She grabbed a tray and began swinging like a baseball player as food headed in their direction. Since most of the food was soft, it simply sent a bigger mess flying over the group. Something solid did hit, and Amp watched a biscuit sail over their heads and splat on another kid's face.
"Gimme a beat sis!" Vibe began beating at the floor, an evil grin on her face. Amp brought her hands together with a loud BOOOMM!! sending a sonic blast across the tables, and taking eggs, ketchup, juices and milk sailing across the room. Then the pair took cover under the nearest table.
>Maybe this place isn't so dull after all.< Vibe laughed silently. They were going to be fighting over the shower later, but it was worth it.
"We need some more ammo."
>Head back to the food bar. I saw mushrooms and salsa earlier.<
((ooc: Diggin' the new sig, Abyss. I think Dopey's givin' me the evil eye, though... ))
Two things happened. Calley liked to call them Jell-O and Gravy. All 'n' all, he decided to dub them Delicious. Once he got over the initial shock of the double drenching, and the odd sensation of greasy-bacon-Jell-O-gravy congealing in his fur, he found a whole new bright side to this wonderful affair: he was going to get to groom all this lick-worthy goop out of his fur. Assuming he could escape his Isabel's terrifying threat of A Bath. He was just starting to scope out his escape route when a better idea ran past.
The better idea was tall, red, and monkey-tailed. And it was trying to escape before his girls had gotten a proper chance to retaliate. Well now, he couldn't allow that, now could he?
Calley bolted out of the bacon tray--skidded a little--and ran along the counter, paralleling the fleeing man. As the food bar came to an end, he jumped to the top of the sneeze guard. From that precarious perch, he flung himself like a little glob of chef's surprise at the back of the big red man's head. Merry Christmas, Santa!
Of course this wasn't a very normal cat-like thing to do, but... Meh. You only live once.
Especially when you make a habit of throwing yourself at the heads of big red mutants.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Jun 26, 2007 17:22:26 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Amp and Vibe had nearly reached the food bar, dodging the various flying mush that used to resemble food. They straightened up, their eyes on the bar's contents, then paused when they realized that someone else was hiding behind there; a girl with a bow in her hair, and 'Checkers' gorging in the bacon bowl.
Amp opened her mouth to say something, when they were suddenly doused something nasty smelling and slimy. It was like a scene out of a cartoon. Both girls froze, their mouths hanging open in shock. As one they slowly turned to see who had tried to drown them in ickiness. A tall red-skinned mutant was looking in their direction, before taking off.
"Oooooohhh....You are so-"
>Dead!!<
Vibe whirled and grabbed the container of salsa out of the bar, and ran after the big red mutant, while Amp snagged a container of grits. She headed in the opposite direction, trying to cut him off. When he was within throwing distance, and near the door, both girls hurled their ammo as hard as possible, grinning evilly.
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 26, 2007 20:54:58 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Sept 24, 2018 19:41:05 GMT -6
Calley
This wasn't a good idea, was it? Calley wondered to himself as salsa joined the list of ingredients on his fur's gooey recipe. Yes, putting himself on the back of the guy who the girls were going to be creaming shortly: that was one of his finer ideas. Truly. He was such a genius, he astounded himself sometimes.
He didn't like salsa. The twins had just ruined his beautiful bacon-Jell-O-gravy fur.
On the bright side, Santa wasn't trying to toss him off: that wonderful monkey tail of his was actually helping him to stay on. Unfortunately, the big red guy seemed to be preparing for his last stand, and Calley was officially along for the ride.
Gravy. Lots and lots of gravy. Isabel hadn't been able to find an empty tray to use as a temporary shield and therefore had oh so graciously gotten a gravy shower form the Big Guy. An all because of a little jell-o cup. But, at least two others had been drenched along with her, those other two being the redheaded twins. It was pretty funny seeing their faces, especially knowing the she probably wore the same expression. "Oh, you better run!" she called after ol' Red, trying rather pathetically to get some of the messy glop off of her face and clothing, knowing full well that it was a lost cause. Seeing the sudden movement from the bacon tray, she watched amusedly as the little black and white cat launched after the Big Guy. She hadn't know a cat with a full stomach could run so fast. Go, Kitty, go!
Seeing as Abyss -or was it one of is clones?- had been slowed down, a mischievous little grin crossed her features as she headed after him, following after the twins and grabbing a bowl of ranch dressing from the salad bar, leaving the ladle out on the counter as she went. While he was distracted with trying to get his own share of goop out of his eyes, she stood up on her toes, seeing as he was much taller than her, and casually dropped the bowl and its contents onto his head, trying her hardest not to laugh and to look completely innocent. Payback was so much fun.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Jun 26, 2007 22:56:06 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
684
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Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
Vibe was laughing so hard, silent though it was, that she stumbled backwards and landed on her rear in a clump of.....something.....
"Now that's funny." Amp turned around, looking for something, but before she could find what she needed, the girl with the bow dropped dressing on the big red mutant. Amp cracked up. "Yes! The mutant sundae is complete! Nice topper!" she praised the girl.
Vibe made a face as she got up, slipping and sliding. >Ugh! I call dibs on the shower.<
"Nasty. I'm never eating breakfast here again," Amp added with a grin. She looked up at the goop-covered red guy. "Lemme guess. You must be Abyss. There was a kid looking for you earlier." She glanced around, looking for Matt. The kid wasn't where they'd left him. In the fuss, he had disappeared.
Wet. Very... wet. It was nice of Santa to shelter a little kitty under his coat before summoning the ceiling-rain. It wasn't so nice for a little kitty to be set out on the table. Wet. Calley shook himself in vain; he could have skipped the torrential ending to this perfectly nice food massacre.
Soaked and sullen, Calley jumped off the table and stalked to his Isabel's legs. He just wanted to go back to the room and groom for hours.
Yes! Rain from the heavens. Or maybe just the sprinkler system. Either way, at least this time Isabel was getting drenched in something that would maker her cleaner, rather than messier. Bless ol' Red and his lighter. True he had been the cause of most of her goopey appearance, but it had been worth it. "Love the hat, Big Guy," she commented with a grin, not bothering trying to cover up her laughter this time, looking to be extremely pleased with herself. At the mention of trouble, she looked around at ground zero of their little food war, most of those involved seemingly confused by the sudden downpour. Poor Dining Hall. There wasn't a single inch of wall or floor that hadn't been splattered in some form of food or beverage. "We'll only get in trouble if we're caught. That's the tricky part, especially with the cameras all over the place. But if push comes to shove, you just pass the blame off on someone else. I think that kid with four arms would be the perfect candidate, wouldn't you agree?"
Upon hearing a little splish of four little kitty paws hitting the ground, Isabel looked down at the black and white cat as he sulked down by her feet. The feline was pretty funny to look at, you must admit. All covered in food and then soaked by the sprinkler system. If cats could pout, she guessed that would be exactly what he was doing. Bending down briefly, she picked the wet little cat up and simply held him in her arms, scratching lightly behind one of his ears. "Smooth move, Kitten. Coming over to the person who threatened you with a bath," she said with another smug little grin, giggling a little at the feline's ridiculous appearance, not that she must have looked any better herself.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Posted by Amp/Vibe on Jun 27, 2007 22:08:12 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
684
0
Nov 20, 2008 23:30:31 GMT -6
>This wasn't the kind of shower I had in mind...< Vibe's red hair was plastered to her face from the sprinklers, covering one eye comically. She made her way toward the doors, attempting to wipe goo and water from her person.
Amp saw 'Checkers' walk toward the Ranch Dressing Girl, also looking less than happy. She laughed aloud. "Now you look a sight. Did you get enough food this time?" She looked at the girl, grinning. Normally the twins were not friendly to new people. But this girl had a great throw, and killer aim to boot. "So he's yours, huh? I figured he must have an owner 'round here somewhere. Name's Amp. That's Vibe."
"We'll only get in trouble if we're caught. That's the tricky part, especially with the cameras all over the place. But if push comes to shove, you just pass the blame off on someone else. I think that kid with four arms would be the perfect candidate, wouldn't you agree?"
>"Oh yeah. He had it comin',"< the twins chorused. They glanced at Abyss to see his reaction, since he seemed to be the one at least somewhat in charge of things.