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 ladyspade on Jun 7, 2006 18:43:38 GMT -6
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It was around four o clock when they got there and Daria was clinging to Mike as they appeared in a secluded spot in the airport. She blinked and swooned, leaning against a wall.
"Didn't think it was going to be that hard." she said, laughing good naturedly as her back began to throb again. It wasn't painful, just uncomfortable yet still numbed by Mike's powers.
Mike held an arm around her to support her. Thought for the day, he thought to himself, Take a plane back. "Well, you hit it right on target," Mike said with a slight smile as he looked around. "You ready to do this?"
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 7, 2006 19:00:03 GMT -6
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"Well, I've been to the airport a few times to see relatives." she offered.
"Yeah, let's go." she nodded and picked up her suitcase.
They walked to the front of the airport where a driver stood before a brand new Crown Vic with leather interior. Daria grinned and her tail swished as the Driver came to take their bags, she climebed in with Mike close behind.
"Only when I have good motivation," he grinned. "This was the service my grandfather always used when he needed rides here. Said that they knew the city better than anyone."
The ride was uneventful, and fairly soon the car pulled up at the address Daria had given them. Mike paid, and tipped generously as his grandfather had taught him, mentioning that it might be a good idea for the driver to keep a few openings in his schedule between then and the time they'd specified for their return trip to the airport.
He pulled his luggage out of the car by hand, deciding that using his powers a lot was NOT the best idea right now. "Ready, babe?"
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 7, 2006 19:13:20 GMT -6
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Indeed the ride hadn't been eventful for Mike but for Daria it had brought on a flood of memories and anxiety. The car drove staight into the heart of D.C which was bustling like any city did during rush hour. But soon, as they neared the address, the streets became a bit darker, the buidlings a bit dingier and the cracks in the sidewalk; deeper and more inconvenient. they drove right into the worst of the projects where the people wh had homes were probably better off in shelters and the people in the shelter would fare better in the streets.
Right beyond this was the border for the projects that were a bit better off. Still in the toughest neighborhood, but at least they had hot water. There were a few oddly placed two family houses and Daria's family owned one.
The kids shooting hoops in the garage stopped for a mintue when the car pulled up; it wasn't every day they saw a classy ride, a classy ride to them would've been a hummer on hydrolics. Daria was wearing her long sweater, her hood and shades but one of the kids recognized her immediately.
"Daria!" he cried running up to her and hugging her. She hugged him back. "Wow, Devin, is that you? You got so big, I used to change your diapers, man."
The little boy blushed and smiled glancing at Mike and the driver. "Are you here to see Aunt Mable?"
"Yeah. Tell her I'm here will you?" Daria asked and the boy ran off.
Daria turned to Mike. "Brace your self." she wanred as she led him to the steps of the house.
Mike was already slightly on guard, being out of his comfort zone in this part of DC. He didn't let this show, though... he was rarely in his comfort zone anyway, after all.
He squeezed her hand. "Ready as I'll ever be," he answered, smiling slightly.
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 7, 2006 19:28:02 GMT -6
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Daria smiled as they climbed the steps. The door swung open before she had a chance to prepere herself. Jonah stood in the door. At 6 feet, three inches tall with the muscles of a body builder he was Daria's closest cousin.
"Babygirl!" he cried, for that was Daria's family given nickname. Ironic simply for the fact that she was a mother to almost all the children in the area who were younger than her. Jonah lifted her right up off of the ground, Daria was diminutive anyways, and gave her a passionate squeeze. She fought the instinct to strighted her tail for balance, but realized she had to keep it curled safely around her waist.
"Hi Jonah!" she cried happily, wrapping her arms around the huge man. He was only about 24 years old. He set her down, eying her strange attire and then gave a very rude and mean glance at Mike. "Hey," he said dryly cocking a suspicious eyebrow and holding out a giant hand to shake.
Mike took the hand, smiling good naturedly as he shook it. "Hey. I'm Mike, nice to meet you," he said, his gaze cool upon Jonah. His power helped him resist the squeeze, and to squeeze back. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to show that he probably could. WIth a hand that small, compared to Jonah's, it probably seemed like he knew how to angle his pressure... and put up with pain from the squeeze.
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 7, 2006 19:54:37 GMT -6
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A very small smile formed at Jonah's lips when the handshake was over. "Nice to meet you Mike. Friend of yours?" he asked Daria's protectivly.
"Boyfriend." Daria offered entering the house and pushing Jonah on in front of her. The house smelled of fried chicken and greens and the sound of children and pots clanging filled the air. Daria smiled.
Home sweet home. Daria smiled in spite of herself, although her anxiety was still there.
"Aunt Mable! Babygirl's back." Jonah shouted.
A very small old woman wearing a mixture of large, gaudy costume jewelry and gold entred the room dressed in a loud colorful caftan and headscarf. She stood upright despite her age and held her head high. The earthy scent of her perfumes outdid the food as she held her hands open to embrace Daria.
"Gramma" "Babygirl!" the old woman latched onto the young woman, both almost in tears. "It is so good to see you."
"You too gramma." Daria said.
"It's been much too long." Jonah pointed out. "I hope you intend to stick around." he glanced at Mike.
"I'll play it by ear." Daria said instinctivly wiggling her own ears but remembering that was bad idea. "Gramma this is Mike." she said.
The old woman took in the pale skin and blonde hair in one glance and shot it all back at Daria with a scolding manner. It all happened in less than two seconds before the woman held out a hand to Mike.
"You have to go by more than Mike." she said as Daria's eyes shifted to look at her sneakers.
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 7, 2006 20:09:32 GMT -6
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I didn't have to guts to warn you. Daria admitted. I tried to hint..
Mable nodded. "Jonah take their bags, will you? Why are you stadnding there like God is speaking to you?"
Jonah shook his head and grinned at Daria. "Hasn't changed has she?"
Daria smiled "Wouldn't want her to. Thanks." she watched Jonah take their luggage after Mike thanked him as well. The children in the kitchen peeked out to wave at their old babysitter. Daria waved back and the newer children shied away.
"Come sit" Mable insisted as she directed them to the living room. They sat in the highly decorated area with dim lighting. Mable closed the door behind her and sat and a large arm chair.
"Basil is coming. It always takes him a while..you know."
Daria nodded rapidly as if to let her know she need not explain. "It's fine."
"So much to tell." Mable smiled excitedly. "Where are you from?" she asked Mike in a forced polite tone.
"I'm from a little bit of everywhere. My parents still live in Ohio, but I'm going to school in New York right now. My grandfather lived in New York, then Jersey, then DC, so... I've been a little bit of everyplace for a while," he answered. He was using his power very liberally, figuring out where they were most comfortable with him standing, when he should fade into the background, and what parts to sugarcoat.
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 7, 2006 20:22:16 GMT -6
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"New york?" She turned to Daria. "Is that where you are now, in New York? We don't know people in New York, who do you know in New york?"
"Um..." Daria began. "It's like this I.."
The door to the living room opened and Basil, Daria's grandfather wheeled himself into the room, a huge smile spread on his face and his eyes lit up at the sight of Daria. "Babygirl" he exclaimed holding out his right arm. His left arm was curled up against his chest. Daria paid no attention and ran over to him hugging him tightly.
"Grandpa!"
"We were wating for you. I couldn't belive my ears when Mable told me you were coming home. Are you staying?"
"I'm not." Daria said taking a deep breath. "I can't right now. I have other...engagements."
"This is Daria's boyfriend honey, Micheal Asters." Mable said, purposely putting the young couple on the spot.
Basil looked Mike up and down, his dark eyes sternly disapproving when the y focused back on Daria. She bit her bottom lip.
Basil held out his hand. "Nice to meet you young man. Asters huh? There was a judge named Asters...they shot him." he said.