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 xxsirenxx on Oct 10, 2005 19:47:56 GMT -6
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After taking a few steps away from the burning village Allurea realized what just happened. Allurea could still hear her fellow villagers still screaming out in pain. Those scream will stay with her forever. Her eyes filled with tears, Allurea became disgusted with herself, she became weak and collapsed. The screams echoed in her head. She woke up, it was raining. Drops of rain pelted her face making her tears disappear. She began to talk to herself. “How could I do such awful things, everyone I know, dead.” She looked back at the town. The rain was putting out the remanding fires. “He betrayed me, all of them. I loved him so much, I would have giving him anything, even my own life.” Allure became angry once more. “They were going to kill me, I did nothing wrong. I’m the one with the broken heart. They should have burned them at the stake, not me. They should bow down before me ” Her fist clenched tight and pounded the ground. “I am a GOD, I was doing the world a favor, destroying the sin in humanity.” Allurea got up. “I will us my gifts to weed out the greed and corruption in these world.” Allurea began to walk on a dirt path leading to the nearest village. Those once horrifying screams which echoed in her head soon turned into sweet music.
Posted by xxsirenxx on Oct 10, 2005 22:14:09 GMT -6
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Herds of thoughts ran through Allurea’s head. “Where should I spread salvation, The sins must be paid for, The suffering must stop, Maybe if the suffering stops my pain will vanish.” She made it all the way to a main road. This was the first time that Allurea had ventured out of the village. It seemed the world was her’s. From a distance Allurea could hear a automobile approaching. She turned around. Her hair dancing in the wind, nipples hard and erected due to the cold, and her eyes fixed on the on coming truck. The truck adamantly stopped. Hisssssssssssssssss. The truck door swung open reliving a burly man with a great big red bred. “Hop in little lady.” He gasped with excitement as she sat down and crossed her legs. “Sure is cold out there.” the trucker stared at Allurea’s breasts. Allurea turned to him and said “ Thank you kind stranger.” The trucker continued staring. “My eyes are up here.” The truck’s eyes quickly shoot up to Allurea’s eyes. “So where you headed darlin?” “I’m to sure myself” She replied. “Well darlin, I’m headin into Hungary, Budapest to be exactly.” Allurea crossed her hands over her lap and said “I guess I’m heading there to.” she smiled. A couple of hours soon pasted by. Allurea noticed many pictures of a woman and children taped on the dashboard and mirror. “Who are those people?” Allurea asked. “That’s my old lady and the kids.” Allurea looked a little concussed. “My wife and children.” She began to shake her head “Ohhhh” Allurea looked closer at the pictures. “How many children do you have?” The trucker thought about it “Hmmm 2 no 3 Abby, Keith, and the youngest Mary.” Allurea started to smile. “Do you love your wife?” The trucker made a fish like face. “Oh yes, lots.” She began looking out of the window. Thinking about her once love and how it felt to love. “Were a half an hour away from Budapest.” He huffed. Allurea smiled and continued looking out the window. Suddenly Allurea felt a meaty hand running up her inner thigh. She quickly clapped it away. “What are you doing” Screamed Allurea. The trucker smiled. “Well I got you this far, you might as well give me something.” Allurea became disused. “What about your wife and your children!!!” He lifted up his eye brow “It gets lonely sometimes.” Slowly out of no where, there was music that could be heard. The trucker looked around. The music was coming from her, Allurea. “What the...” Before he could answers. He stopped the truck and fell into a trances. Allurea filled his head with voices. The trucks wife and children voices echoed and bounced in his head Asking him “How he could do such a think, How could you do this to me, How many years have we been together, I thought you loved me, us, How could you do this daddy.” He started to grovel and cry. Allurea whispered a few more things into the truckers head,. Allurea got out of the truck into a wooded area. A sign stood high saying 3 miles to the nearest town. A bridge was ahead. Allurea slowly crossed the bridge still singing her siren song. Suddenly the truck screeched he put all he weight on the gas petal. The truck was almost half way over the bridge when he asked to forgiveness, “Please forget me!!!!” then he swerved to the right. The truck flew over the bridge resulting to a explosion. Allurea didn’t even look back. She just continued down the road until another car came by with a halt due to her song.
Posted by xxsirenxx on Oct 12, 2005 23:55:30 GMT -6
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The car shrieked as it stopped. A tiny middle aged woman popped her head out. “Are you all right?” She turned around staring at the explosion. Allure looked deep into her eyes & told her it was fine. The woman never looked back. “So you need a ride.” Allure smiled & shook her head. The small woman opened the passenger door & Allure slid right in. “I have to thank you for stopping & picking me up.” The woman cut her off.”Oh no, no problem at all.” Not even a second could go by where the woman wouldn’t stop talking. “My names Regina Hunstine, what’s your name sweety?” Allure turned to her & said “Allurea, my name is Allurea.” She side “What a beautiful name, it suited you cause your so pretty, I bet you have no problem finding men.” Regina just went on & on. “You know, I used to be beautiful, I was so young & naive, I married the first man I saw, I thought he loved me back, boy was I off, now he wont even look at me, Gorge, that’ my husbands name, Gorge asks me all the time about how I got so ugly. Allurea leaned in a little closer. Regina continued “It doesn’t really bother me, well a little bit, that’s why im going on that south beach diet, so I can look my best for Gorge. Allurea became upset & began to pitted the woman. “He treats you awful!” Regina looked over at Allurea, the only time she was quite, her face sad & warn out. “I know, but what can you do, he’s all I got.” Allurea began to raise her voice “Well you deserve much better.” Regina placed her hand on Allurea’s chin. “I wish I had the courage to do so, but I guess im just to old now.” The car entered a small town. Regina looked around as if there was a bee flying around the car. “What, What is that music? Where is it coming from.” Regina stopped the car & stared blankly out the window. Voices which sounded like her own filled her head. (“I don’t need him, I deserve better, I am better, He wont bring me down!!!”) Allurea got out of the car. Regina drove off. Allure began walking along the side walks. Hours went by. Allurea started starring into glass windows, watching people eat, shop, and interact with each other. Allurea went by a electronic store. Allurea knew of TV & stuff but never had then. She stared at the TVs. A bulletin flashed on. A Pretty new reporter was standing out front of a house. “Shocking news!! Not even an hour ago a local woman shot her husband 17 time with a shotgun, She says she doesn’t remember anything. The police on the scene says the only thing she was doing was mumbling about “At last I will find my courage.”
Posted by xxsirenxx on Oct 13, 2005 17:25:41 GMT -6
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Allurea was pleased with all her work. She continued down the side walk. Children’s laughed filled the air. Couples going in and out of shops. It was a busy little town. Everyone out and about. Allurea looked around and thought that this is how the world should be. “Everyone has the right to be happy and free from sin.” That must be my purpose in life to spread love & root out the evil in the world. Allurea walked by a small diner. A young lady stormed out crying. She was wearing a waitress uniform. Her name tag red Rebecca. She ran to she car & started to ball her eyes out. She started talking to herself. “I can’t believe he’s seeing someone else, I gave him the best years of my life, why!!!” Rebecca suddenly stopped crying and looked up. Allurea stood above Rebecca. “Don’t cry, I think I could help.”