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 Aiden Killian on Oct 23, 2013 20:23:29 GMT -6
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So. His roommate was suicidal. And he found out about it after the fact.
Apparently his teachers knew. He'd tried going to one class; as soon as the teacher saw him, he was hauled into the hallway and told to take a break. A break? What good was that supposed to do? He needed to do something. Anything. He couldn't stay in his --- his almost not-shared room. He couldn't sit in the library. It was too quiet and his thoughts just ran wild. He was too restless energy, a not-quite frantic but ceaseless vibration running just beneath his skin.
He couldn't even work it off, though; rain and snow didn't agree. Plus hail kind of hurt. So he was left to prowling through the mansion, unable to keep himself in one place for more than a few forced minutes. TV couldn't distract him, he wasn't hungry, and he only had to eye one wandering teacher and point out that his roommate was in the hospital. Then he happened to wander past the Danger Room.
Maybe he could work this off after all. He kept stalking for a while, and eventually got around to checking the booking sheet. No one was planning on using it for a while. Wonderful. He scrawled his name across a good-sized block of time, and his next pass had him in his room for just as long as it took to change and collect his batons.
Posted by Aiden Killian on Oct 23, 2013 20:25:29 GMT -6
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"Training dummy," Aiden snapped at the empty room. Talking to a room had finally moved from weird to normal, but he didn't have any patience right now and a room hardly needed him to be polite. It just had to know what he wanted it to do. "Set weather around the dummy: heavy snow, calm wind. Keep the floor clear." He should probably get around to finding shoes that could keep their grip in snow at some point. "Music on. Shuffle from Guren no Yumiya. Increase volume."
Aiden didn't want to think about strategy or footwork or combinations or maximizing control. He just needed to take out his frustration on something. His frustration at not being able to get to the hospital where Persi was recovering. At having no way to talk to his roommate. At having no idea what to say when he did have the chance. He could hear the thudding of baton against dummy over the music. "Increase volume."
How could Persi do something so stupid? What could have driven him to that point? Someone should have noticed something. Aiden should have noticed something, even if he was useless with people. There had to have been something. Sure, Persi had never really been happy, but neither had Aiden. Things had been normal! They'd actually been that way long enough to become normal.
His breath came in bursts with the force of each simple, bludgeoning strike. Too slow. "Change dummy to defence, be-- make it intermediate." Faster. Harder. Louder, to drown out his thoughts. The dummy sprang into motion and Aiden dropped into a proper stance. He ignored the moment he spent short of breath before his body adjusted and whisked away all the pain and weariness he might have felt otherwise. He kept pounding at the dummy, darkly noting that a number of defences the thing tried were indeed susceptible to being simply blasted aside with enough force. There was something to be said for brute strength after all. Fancy that.
Posted by Aiden Killian on Oct 23, 2013 20:25:45 GMT -6
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Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why did he have to be so stupid? Aiden paced around the half-mutation-generated half-danger-room-generated blizzard, trying to give his hands some time to stop tingling. As soon as they were responding properly again he returned to the dummy. Hitting it properly took concentration at this setting, and focus, and attention, and all the things that stupidly kept trying to rail about how monumentally stupid his roommate was.
Death didn't fix things, not unless the person dying was going to kill or torture a bunch of other people. Dying to protect people fixed things. Dying to prevent horrors fixed things. Dying for whatever harebrained, pointless, enormous-plot-hole reason Persi had convinced himself with did not fix things. A strike went sour and sent Aiden careening sideways. He picked himself up again and continued.
What could he have possibly been thinking? From what he'd been told, there was no doubt that Persi had been thinking something. Knives didn't just magically appear in the forest, and Persi didn't have a history of wandering around aimlessly in the middle of the night. No, he had gone out there and he had known what he was going to do.
Had things really been that bad for him? Persi's mutation had been acting up lately, if he'd put the endless stream of minor obsessions and what little he knew of his roommate's abilities together properly. Aiden couldn't really empathize, since his own didn't exactly plug into the thinking part of his brain, but he could certainly sympathize. Even if Persi had never seemed comfortable with his mutation, though, Aiden couldn't wrap his head around how that could convince Persi to try to kill himself. He'd seemed to be doing better lately anyway.
This wasn't getting anywhere. Beating on this dummy wasn't distracting him. He could still hear his own thoughts over the music, even if the force of the sound vibrated in his bones. "Clear simulation," he muttered, returning to pacing for a moment. The snow thinned out a little, since he could see his hand twelve inches from his nose instead of six, and then he was kicking snow from the ground with each step. Well, might as well get the stupid part of his mutation over with. Getting things stuck in your head all the time probably wasn't any worse than fainting on a regular basis.
He was even getting better at lying down before he fell down, if he paid enough attention to how quickly his colour was coming back.