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.
Crya smiled slightly, just a little curve of her lips. 'Soo easy. A few words and he's hot and bothered. Like normal unfortunately. But this time, something snapped.' She let her face settle into a stoic mask and walked into the council meeting and gently placed her hand on Virote's arm. "I think this would be a good assignment for Virote to take on. And it will allow him to prove his worth, or die trying." Crya's hand squeezed his arm lightly, "What do you say to this council members? Let him prove his worth as a spy? Or just let him be a missile, blow everything up, perhaps even this... Syndicate?"
'Valid points indeed. Oh, having a little fun eh?' Crya inwardly smirked as Virote's hand crept up her lower leg and trailed slowly up her back, making her want to purr. 'It seems like the council has given in, good. I have no true desire to kill him, but if my parents wish it be then I must. Mybe this will convince them that we can both rule this place together. That two agents are better then one.' While Crya was musing inwardly the council had gotten done with being boring and she had just gotten swept off her feet and out the door.
Crya and Virote were at her room. Entering through the window, they landed gently on the floor. As Virote knew better then to land on her bed, even if she was with him. Cyra leaned lightly into Virote, "Well done my love, well done. My parents will take better notice of you, once you succeed." Reaching up, Crya tugged gently on her hair and let the bun fall out, her long hair falling out in a shining cascade of black. "Given time you will, as long as you keep you're fiery temper in check."
Crya laughed slowly, "Ah, my love. You know the council won't truely approve us without our parent's consent." She slowly trailed her finger up and down his chest. "No more business talk eh?" Cyra purred, "Not a problem. What might you have in mind?" She was playing innocent, complete and utter innocent. She knew exactly what he wanted, well, she was still going to make him work for it. "Darling boy, I've always admired your temper. The question is do you admire mine." She was still purring, a slow rolling purr meant to send shivers down his spine. She turned and faced him as a coy smile curved her way to her lips. Brushing her fingers up and down his chest she murmered, "And what will you do to show that admiration?" She tweaked his nose and brushed her lips against his before pulling away. "Are you going to do anything about that hothead?" 'Oh yes, she was toying with him. But, now it was for fun. Perhaps pleasure.' Her eyes bore into his, her expression coy and playful. All she had to do now was wait for his response, which promised to be good.
' My my my. He's getting bold. But, that kiss was rather pleasent.' Shivers ran through her as Virote breathed on her neck. Her eyes narrowed in fiendish delight, "Was this your idea all along luv? Get me on the bed, perhaps seduce me?" She leaned into him and kissed him, hard. Pulling away she grinned down at him evilly, "You aren't the only one who wants a bit of fun." She bit his lips gently as she kissed him again. This time it continued for a bit more length then normal.
Crya pulled away and took Virote with her as she hooked her leg around his and rolled over, making them fall to the lushly carpeted floor. It was actually more soft then her own bed. 'The bed stays off limits for now.' She knew that he would stop himself from crushing her, so she wasn't worried. Crya pulled him into a kiss and grinned as she let them up for air. "Anything in mind luv?"
Crya grinned wickidly and bit his ear gently as he made his way up her shoulder to her neck. If she bit too hard she would draw blood. That may come later if she felt like it. She laughed seductively and spoke in murmer, "Yes you may have me under you and on your mind, does that mean I do?" She paused for a few agonizingly slow moments and then pulled him down so his ear was next to her lips and purred, "Virote, I have always had you on my mind."
Oh dear, there go the lights. Drat those power failures.
She stretched and purred, "I don't know, anything you had in mind luv?" She slowly moved to get up and nabbed one of her black silk robe over her and headed to the bathroom. Running water could be heard and Crya soom emerged rubbing her hair with a towel and walked over to her dresser and removed a black dress with red flames running in spiral like designs on it. Running the brush through her hair she looked at Virote, "Well, any ideas luv?"
"Hmm, I say we go out to eat for once. We don't often have time for dates." She nodded to herslef and went to over to her closet and took out a pair of inch high heels. Unknown to Virote the heels were hollow with hidden daggers inside that would spring out at the push of a hidden switch. Just in case they were attacked while they were out and about. She raised her voice slightly to be heard over the running water. "Perhaps we should go see a movie as well." She reached into her closet once more and pressed a hidden switch revealing a hidden wall full of weaponery. Cyra pulled down three items. A simple curved dagger in a green and gold sheath, a throwing knife and a dart gun loaded with three darts of poison. Strapping these weapons to her person, she then touched the switch again and the wall was hidden once again. She turned as the running water stopped with a suit in her hands and walked over to the bed and put it down. "Whenever you're ready luv."
"Mmm, let's go to Paris. I feel like being a tad bit ritzy." She smirked as Virote discarded the tie, she knew he would but it was still fun putting it there for the heck of it. She reached into her closet once more and grabbed a glittering black shawl. Settling it over her shoulders, she made her way of over to Virote and smiled coyly, "Whenever you're ready."
Cyra let out a slight giggle at being scooped and was completly awed into silence as the beautiful scenery flashed underneath her and Virote. She sighed and purred, "It's beautiful." Cyra snuggled closer to him and continued to watch the scenery. Soon enough they landed and Virote set her down. She straightened her hair and dress and hooked arms with him. "Shall we find a decent resturant?"
Replying in french as they strolled down the rustic Paris streets, "Let's go to the Carre des Feuillants. I've always wanted to taste Alain Dutournier's revered cooking." Soom they arrived at the doors and were welcomed inside instantly. They were seated in one of the private dining rooms and platters arrived shortly after. The platters were of the finest cousine, (OOC:My apologies, my brain no thinkie of what those may be lol)"Nummy, snails." Cyra happily snagged some of the snails and delicately chowed down.
Crya sighed in contentment, though her guard was still up. "No, no, of course not my darling." She smiled coyly and purred, "Why would I do anything like that?" She reached over and poured herself and Virote some of the 1840 vintage wine. "Luvely age, this wine is." She blinked up at Virote, "Are you sure you weren't suggesting this to me instead?" The lady violinist waltzed her way over and played a slow and enchanting tune for them. In a slow and sultry purr, "Virote, darling. This is a beautifully perfect setting." She let out a small chuckle, "Perhaps after eating we should go see some of the lovely sites that Paris has to offer."
Cyra leaned into the kiss happily and pulled him back after he finished speaking. Pulling away woth a sly smirk on her face she purred, "Mmm, a play sounds luvely. Let's see," Cyra took a sip of her wine, "Let's go see Hamlet." She looked up at the lady violinist and smiled, "Thank you so much for your beautiful music." Cyra got up and nodded to the young lady and pressed one of her hands into hers, the hand held a decent note (money). "Please don't refuse, it's not often one is graced with the beauty of true music." She strode to the doorway and looked back at Virote, "Aren't you coming?" Her eyes were twinkling with mischief, if he didn't get up fast enough she might have to disappear and go shopping.
And he was right next to her, no shopping for the moment anyway. They walked out the door and strolled down the streets of Paris, taking in the sites and the sounds. A little boy was running around carrying flyers. "Excuse me little one, would you happen to know where Hamlet might be playing?" The little boy grinned and pointed to the stadium behind him. Cyra smiled and ruffled the boys hair and pressed her hand into his giving him a decent note. The youngster grinned and ran off, it looked like in the direction of a bakery. Cyra chuckled and tugged Virote towards the stadium. "It looks like the next play starts in five to ten minutes darling."
And for Virote's kindness on getting her a pair of binoculars, he got a kiss. "Thank you darling, you're so thoughtful," Cyra purred. Cyra settled into a balcony seat and hummecd lightly waiting for the play to start. 'This is wonderful.' Cyra snuggled next to Virote, not really caring what others would think. This was her and Virote's day, hopefully there would be a few more like these before he had to leave.
Cyra smiled, the syndicate gone from her mind for the moment, nothing to worry about. Except for perhaps where Virote's hands may wander. The curtains rose and the play began. About a half hour later and intermission was called and vendors made their way up to the balcony and offered them wine and food delictables. "Thank you sir." Cyra took a small sip of her wine and smiled, it had been aged well. She pursed her lips slightly then sighed, "Virote, why do you really care for me?" Here, she could ask what she wanted and not have toworry about her parents hearing her or putting thoughts into her head.