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 Sebastian on Feb 8, 2008 16:48:54 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
730
0
May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Things change so fast these days, Sebastian mused as he packed his knapsack with traveling clothing. He looked around at his small monastery room one last time to see if there was anything he had forgotten. Possessions were not especially important to him, and aside from his flute he didn’t carry anything other than clothing when he traveled.
He got halfway across the grounds of the monastery before realizing that there was still something important that he needed before leaving Siam. Passport. He returned to his room and dug the document out of the envelope in which it had arrived. Honestly, there never used to be such a hubbub about traveling. Stupid things expire every ten years. And I thought the Romans liked red tape.
As he walked along the road leading away from the monastery, he admired the beautiful scenery of rice patties and jungle. Sebastian mused that a person could spend a lifetime here and never grow sick of the scenery. Or several lifetimes, he joked to himself.
His current visit to Siam had been shorter than any of his previous visits, only about 11 years. It had been just long enough for his passport to expire. Again. He had been attempting to learn the art of Thai boxing, not because he wanted to fight anyone, but because the moves could be so beautiful and graceful when executed properly. Unfortunately he had only had time to get the basics learned. The grace that came with mastery had yet to be perfected. It irked Sebastian to leave such a thing unfinished, but he had more important things to take care of.
He had been following the news, as he always did, and read that the United States of America had passed a mutant registration law. It was a bed situation all around. Sebastian could remember other situations where minorities had to be registered. It never turned out well for the minorities. Two infamous names came to mind. Herod and Hitler. Sometimes it seemed that names that started with the an H sound had an affinity with the slaughter of innocents. Sebastian was not at all surprised when he heard only days later that the US had also built concentration camps to control mutants who were dangerous to society.
Sebastian had snorted, in a very horsey way, when he had read that. It meant the camp or camps, the paper hadn’t been clear on which, had already been built before the law had even been passed. Which meant someone had been very sure that the law would pass.
The United States was one of the world leaders, and if they decided to do something like this, it was probably only a matter of time before other countries followed in the wake. The government of Siam… Thailand, Sebastian reminded himself of the new name… had been considering something similar, until certain leaders had been assassinated unexpectedly and the idea lost support.
Unless a more peaceful resolution was found, it probably wouldn’t be long until someone tried something similar in the US. There was a certain individual, who had been making headlines for years, that was likely to be in the US currently and would be a prime suspect for that sort of thing. With all the recent mutant activity in that country, any one of the more violent ones could attempt assassination. No matter how strong the suspicions were, there was no need to go suspecting someone who might very well be innocent. Right. Innocent. Ha.
Posted by Sebastian on Feb 8, 2008 16:49:57 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
730
0
May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The trouble with traveling is that it takes a lot of time, especially when you don’t trust scraps of metal the hurl people across oceans at hundreds of miles per hour. And when you get seasick. That was the reason Sebastian had never been to the New World. He had been all over Europe, Asia, and everywhere in between, but no matter how curious he was to see the New World, he hadn’t yet been able to bring himself to go there. He kept telling himself that he hadn’t fully explored the two continents he had already seen, but in reality he disliked the feeling of not having solid ground beneath his feet.
Without flying, the trip would take considerably longer. His preferred method of travel would be to use his own four feet, but since things moved so quickly these days, Sebastian had figured he should probably find a slightly faster way of traveling. He ended up taking a combination of trains and buses up through the Middle Kingdom to the Yamchutka peninsula, spending a miserable amount of time on a boat across the Bering Strait, buying a car in Alaska and then finishing off the trip with a few days of driving through a country that doesn’t officially exist on MRO. Alaska and the non-existent country that separated it from the rest of the United States were beautiful. Cold, but beautiful. They were covered in glittering white snow that made the world look fresh and clean. White was a good color.
Luckily there weren’t any big highway closing snowstorms, but Sebastian wished the weather could have been a little warmer. He was used to the constant warmth of the jungle and hadn’t been this cold in years. The little car’s heater was blasting the whole way. For once he was glad to be in a car rather than making the trek on foot. His winter coat wasn’t warm enough for these kinds of climates. On the bright side, he’d never seen the aurora borealis look so clear before.