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 dragonking1 on May 13, 2008 6:41:14 GMT -6
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He took her hand in a strong and firm grip, which seemed surprising coming from what looked like a well weathered middle aged man. “That is true, but when I’m not here cleaning and maintaining and setting up equipment, I’m running around the camp being Mr Fixit.”
Just then outside the door they heard a guard’s radio squawk, and the sound of footsteps approaching. Matthew returned to cleaning the rack of weapons.
“Hey towel girl, they need a load changed in the infirmary now, so move it!”
Seeing that she had to leave, but still hoping to talk, Matthew whispered “come back anytime you wanna chat!”
The door shut, leaving Matthew on his own. It was then that he really allowed his guard to drop, he allowed the repressed emotions to surface. He finally started to face the anger, the hatred the…. Argh words were not suffice to express his emotions.
As he stalked around the room, his gaze fell on an oriental style soft sword. Checking to see that no one was around, he reverently drew it from its sheath. He walked to the middle of the room. He drew the sword and held it with the blade lying against his arm, hilt forward almost as if he was offering it to an imaginary person. Matthew bowed; it was the showing of respect for an opponent. His thumb flicked on top of the blade and he used it to flip the sword and begin his first vertical slash which morphed into a horizontal slash, pretty soon he had gotten some good momentum going and he was off. Gone was the image of the old man with the hunched painful back, in his place there was a bright eyed swordsman who used the sword as an extension of his body.
Matthew leaped and flipped, he flung and threw and caught. At time it seamed the room was filled here and there now and then with bursts of sword light. It got up to a point where, wherever the hilt pointed, there in front of it was almost a shield of sword light.
Like any good martial artist, caught up in the flow as he was his eyes were always scanning the room. Suddenly they lighted upon a diamond sword that was captured from one of the mutants. He looked, the sword whipped in that direction and a second later the diamond sword had left its stand having been whipped up by a sword tip. As the diamond sword arced through the air, Matthew stopped dead in mid spin and threw his soft sword, in the same motion he snatched the diamond sword from the air and started weaving that into his dance.
As soon as he started using the diamond sword, his dance slowed. He started off with it using power moves, moves that were sudden and powerful. But then progressed into more fluid moves, this style was different from before. With a soft sword the stile relies on the wrist flicking, and whipping, but with a hard sword, it is on the wrist and arm and indeed the whole body moving together to produce a constant flow and movement. And so he fought on.
Posted by ssj5nappa on May 13, 2008 16:57:30 GMT -6
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Michael repeated the moves taught to him by Grit until he could do them almost without thinking. While he was indestructible, he did need rest, so eventually he took a break and headed back to the main training area.
There he saw Matthew practising with a diamond sword, his diamond sword. The weapon was a gift from Sentinel, an old friend from the mansion. After a while he called out, "So how do you like my sword?"
Posted by dragonking1 on May 14, 2008 6:50:21 GMT -6
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“How do you like my sword?”
Matthew was enjoying himself too much, of course he could hear someone opening the door, but at that point he could not care less if it was a human or mutant, he would have trade his eye teeth to do this. So he was slightly relieved to hear that it was his friend Michael. He was up to a point where he was practicing a gradual defensive/offensive style called the continuum. It involved surrounding ones self with what looked like multiple rings of steel. To do so the user must know all the moves like the back of his or her hand and then proceed to practice them until he or she can meld them into one seamless movement, this stage once reached effectively puts almost a wall of steel rings around the user, allowing him to gradually advance or retreat and to counter it is difficult as where does one usually attack? At the end of a move or between moves of the opponent. So how then can one attack when the opponent uses one never-ending move?
Gradually the rings around Matthew slowed and he ended. His face looked bright, almost radiant, he felt strong and full of life and energy. “it is a good sword, light and incredibly strong, say I could teach you how to use it if you…” he trailed off as the sound of drumming reached his ears. He cocked his head and listened. Suddenly he smiled, “There is hope, there is hope my friend.”
“Hey towel girl, they need a load changed in the infirmary now, so move it!”
That fraise just seemed to be the story of Sara’s latest life. She made a fase, rolling her eyes, as she mouthed and imitated the guard. Then gathered the stack of sacks of laundry, and her basket. One arm held the basket against her hip and the other balanced the sacks using her shoulder and back.
“Yes sir.” She said as she turned around beginning to head out. Matthew’s voice found it’s way to her ears and one flicked back to better hear him.
“come back anytime you wanna chat!”
“If they don’t throw me in solitary confinement, I will.” She said softly. Let alone if they ever give her time between laundry runs. With that she was out the door.
Posted by ssj5nappa on May 25, 2008 16:24:47 GMT -6
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Michael smiled at the mention of learning to wield the sword efficiently, but then frowned as Matthew trailed off and then mentioned hope. "What do you mean?" Michael asked, "Does that drumming mean something to you?"
Now he thought about it it made sense. If people on the outside knew that someone on the inside could make sense of something like drumming then it would be a good way to let the prisoners know what was going on.