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.
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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...?
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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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
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Posted by Jiri O'Leary on Nov 2, 2015 20:09:35 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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Jul 27, 2018 20:39:53 GMT -6
"I think the voice in my head wants me to apologize," Jiri said, smiling sweetly at the Man with the Money. "Sorry."
With a twirl of heel, he was off, strutting back through the crowd. Without even thinking about it, he folded up the bills, and shoved them into his--their--her--pocket.
Her back pocket.
Hello, tush, Jiri's hand was ever so delighted to finally meet you.
...It really wasn't much different than touching his own butt, actually. And there was an adolescent daydream ruined.
And then she was laughing at him. Just big ol' peals of laughter. Suffice it to say, Magnum sulked all the way back to her car.
>> “Don’t drop out of school, racing is a short term thing that lasts as long as the cops don’t catch you, your reflexes don’t fail, and your competition doesn’t kill you.”
"Yeah?" The Iranian-in-her-head asked, with proper teen lack-of-interest. "Then why do you do it? Did you drop out of high school, and it's this or making fries at McGrease King?"
Girl butts should totally feel different than guy butts. Maybe it was just the whole he-was-a-girl-right-now thing? Could girls not physically sense the majestic mysteries of their own posteriors? That had to be it.
And he had to take his mind off this subject, before she called him on it.
Heh. What better way then by giving her something else to protest? He opened the driver's door, and slid in.
"So I just had a great idea." Totally great. Grin-worthy great. "In honor of your possession, how about we donate your winnings to a church? Just slip it all into their donations box. I'm sure doin' the Lord's work would set you free."
Magnum groaned in annoyance. She'd have to confess to being in a drug-altered state while racing next time she saw him, and then face the wrath of the track's bets collector for driving with senseless danger. That would be a long talk, and the twit that put her in such a situation deserved his subsequent long sulk. Jiri had reminded her that teenage boys were the worst.
"Yeah? Then why do you do it? Did you drop out of high school, and it's this or making fries at McGrease King?" he asked, completely unaware that, though exaggerated, his assessment was true. However, the idea of schooling made Magnum laugh in a manner demonstrating just how preposterous she felt school to be. "That's not right at all. I've been off the grid longer than you've been alive, child," she mocked. "To go back now would be stupid and nearly impossible - normal life is excessively difficult after living like I have for so long."
Previous thoughts of distaste regained their footing after her minor flashback, getting support from his constant obsessing over her behind. A butt was a butt, though apparently her hijacker had felt as though female butts were significantly different than male butts. As one who spent a fair amount of time getting to know both, Magnum knew from personal experience that a well-toned body had an equally fine butt regardless of the host's gender.
Annoyance turned into anger with his suggestion of donating her winnings to a church. "There is no way in hell that is happening." Jiri would probably select the Satanic church he attended that taught him how to steal bodies or some backward shack in the middle of nowhere. A Catholic church wouldn't work either - Mag was done with that portion of her heritage and never going back. She hadn't shown up at church since her mother died. No, Magnum would have none of that. As the realization sunk in deeper that an entire night's earnings were down the drain and she'd have to deal with a lecture in the morning, a real hatred started to build. She wanted to find and kill whatever body this demon inhabited next, just so it could deal with the pain it caused.
