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.
Sennyo: "Ghost" player of Raine, Noel, Jude, Kalos, AJ, and Spencer
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, and Rhia
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 Grav Bomb on May 2, 2016 13:31:38 GMT -6
Haven
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$800 for one delivery.
Even as he approached the massive building Max couldn't believe his luck. His financial situation was looking worse and worse each day. This wasn't helped by the fact that he had spent a good $150 dollars building his new combat yo-yos.
Max had always been a passive guy, but small town Virginia hadn't prepared him for the streets of the big apple. He'd been in more scraps since moving to town then his entire life put together. Having the steel yo-yos tucked away in his fanny pack gave him comfort.
The idea to weaponize a childs toy had came to him a few nights before. He'd been tossing around a yo-yo in his apartment when the string broke and the small disk smashed a lamp. He had ran out to hobby lobby and the local hardware store and set to work. The finished project were four solid metal yo-yos wound with thin, durable wire. Two of them were blunt attacks while the other set had blades built into the mechanism that opened when the yo-yo spun out and reached a certain speed. They retracted when coming back. Perfecting that trick had cost Max a number of tiny cuts across his hands and arms.
Fun new toys aside Max had been commissioned to deliver a small package to the Jaager building. Upon delivery he would score $800 and be on his way.
He entered the lobby and walked up to the receptionist desk, where a woman sat. He had told her he had a delivery for "John Smith" and the woman took his picture and handed him a small ID badge reading "Max Rosewood-Guest."
"Just take the elevator up to the tenth floor. Take a left, two rights, and follow the hallways to the second door on the right." She said.
Max walked to the elevator and got in, punching the number ten. This was gonna be cake...
How many times can you walk the same white, sterile hallway before you lose your mind? Max was close to finding out. He'd taken a left and then a right and walked down the halls. He took the next left, or was it a right? And wound up where he started. This went on and on as Max walked through the odd hallways, security cameras glaring down at him as he went. Finally he stopped and leaned against one of the walls.
Posted by Kirsi Crux on May 25, 2016 12:48:27 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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"Dette er kjedelig," Kirsi said aloud, to nobody in particular, and in her native Norwegian, so it wasn't like anyone around here would understand anyway. This is boring. Because it was - she was here, in one of the many conference rooms of the JW building, waiting for a package. She didn't like to have business-related things delivered to the house she lived in, especially since she shared it with someone else, and it was just common courtesy to ensure that nobody vengeful showed up on your doorstep when it was someone else's doorstep too. Normally, she'd pick up her payments from a drop point, but her last job had paid quite a bit, and her employer had insisted on a messenger in order to make sure his money was reaching the right place. So she'd gone to JW and asked the nice front desk lady if she could wait for a package there, but someone else was there because it was the nice one's lunch break, and Kirsi had had to call Madeline because she wasn't sure if the replacement knew about Ragnarok, and it'd just been the most effort Kirsi had ever put into getting paid. Now, she was sitting in the conference room that Madeline had placed her in, waiting for someone to arrive with a package for Jenny Smith. (She was bad at aliases.)
"What the hell am I doing?" Kirsi frowned, turning to look at the door behind her. It was cracked open just a bit, and she could've sworn that she heard someone outside. She clambered out of the tall conference chair with some effort - it was clearly meant for somebody significantly larger than her - and hopped onto the floor. When she went to open the doors, she didn't even bother with an attempt to do so normally, because she couldn't even make one budge on its own. With a little, silent boost from her mutation, the door swung open easily, and Kirsi stepped out into the hallway.
"Hello?" she called out, her voice unintentionally accented because she'd been talking to herself in Norwegian just before.
