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 Astrid Dubois on Mar 26, 2017 20:56:01 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
teal / paleturquoise
Gay
Crushin' Hard on Alice
376
83
Oct 11, 2017 11:40:34 GMT -6
Lix
Note: This solo was written for the Utopia plot, but since it was cancelled, I never got to post it. However, I had big plans for character development, and I really did like the solo, so it felt like a waste not to post it. So, fanfic board made sense!
It was a cold evening in Paris. Petrichor invaded the young girl's senses, giving her a clear mind about what she was planning to do.
The Seine had risen so much that the murky water was nearly at the top of the support walls that ran along the sides. Boat tours had been cancelled, and there were warnings posted along the main path warning parents to keep their children back from the edges. But, that wasn't to say the tourist population had dwindled. People still flocked to the historic city like lemmings, making their way along the cobblestone streets to see the buildings they had heard so much about.
Astrid hated the tourists. They were noisy, took too many pictures, wore ugly, sensible shoes, and worst of all, they were usually American.
America. It really was the reason why she was there, standing on the roof of a tall, visible building. If she hadn't ever traveled there, she would probably be somewhere warm and dry instead of this.
Her black boots moved slowly along the weathered stone of the building. She had dreamed of being up there as a kid; she had dreamed of the sound her shoes might make as she stepped along the stone, wreaking havoc on the people below her. The reason why escaped her, but the dreams had been so clear in her mind. She simply wished that she was experiencing it under better circumstances.
She clung with a firm grip to a wrought iron bar that jutted from the rooftop. She wasn’t afraid of heights in the slightest. In fact, she loved them. Yet looking down at the ground below her made her stomach twist in violent knots.
What was she doing, exactly? Well, she was following the instructions of her faction. Of the mysterious Loki. She was doing what she had been specifically asked to do. After all, it was only her that could perform the task. It was only her that could do what needed to be done. Only her. So, her mind was made up. She knew what she had to do.
But dammit if it wouldn't hurt.
Astrid balled her hands into fists, closed her eyes, and pressed her arms to her chest in the shape of an X. Her huge, crystal wings spread out behind her, glinting in the light of the dying sun. She could feel the edge of the building with the toe of her boot. It was just a few steps forwards. All she had to do was step off.
Why was she so scared? She had flown before. She had felt the sensation of falling. But, this time was different. This time, there would be no gentle swoop upwards. There would be nothing stopping her from hitting the ground.
In a split second the young girl had forced all reason from her mind and stepped off the edge to plummet to the ground. She fell in a hailstorm of crystals that were released at intense speeds as she spun through the air. It was a short flight, but she made the most of it. She spun quickly, releasing crystals from the ends of each wing on each rotation.
Wind whipped around her, blocking all sound. It was just her, her crystals, and the falling for three glorious seconds.
Posted by Astrid Dubois on Mar 26, 2017 20:56:23 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
teal / paleturquoise
Gay
Crushin' Hard on Alice
376
83
Oct 11, 2017 11:40:34 GMT -6
Lix
The world had gone quiet.
Astrid lay still in the crater created by her fall and stared straight up at the sky. It was so peaceful, watching the rain fall from that angle. She blinked away thick droplets of fresh water that fell on her eyelids.
Her eyes travelled from the sky down to the street in front of her. She had made a nasty dent in it. Her wings were wrapped around her - significantly shorter than before she had fallen, but they had done their job of keeping her mostly guarded from the fall. She laughed quietly at the way one crystal was sticking straight out of the hardened stone.
Except that laughing moved her wing.
It was comprised of feathers again, but it was different somehow. Was it supposed to twist like that? She didn’t remember it ever… OH GOD IT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO TWIST LIKE THAT!
Everything hit her at once.
There was screaming coming from far away. No, it wasn’t far away. It was coming from her. She was screaming. There were others, too, yelling about something, but she was the loudest. It was her own voice that pierced her ears and yet she couldn’t seem to make it stop.
There was pain, too. Oh god, was there ever pain. She wished that she was falling again, just to make it all stop. She couldn’t even pinpoint where the pain was coming from, exactly. It was from every corner of her body, and yet nowhere in particular.
There were people at the top of the crater. Some of them looked concerned, but others had faces twisted with rage. They were speaking French, but she couldn’t make anything out over the sound of her own screams.
Two people leapt down into the crater with arms outstretched. Her screams shifted into abnormal breathing, her throat scratched and raw. Their hands were almost on her, but the world went black before she could finish her thought.
<Well we have to do something. I promised Adele that I would be home by seven. It’s quarter after six and we’ve been sitting here for almost two hours!>
<Just call her, then. We have to wait for the girl to come to. Her statement is useless if she’s not thinking clearly.>
Astrid blinked her eyes open in confusion, looking around the hospital room. She couldn’t remember…
Oh.
She had half expected some sort of freak out after waking up in the hospital when she had planned everything out in her head. Instead, she felt fine. She knew exactly what was going on. She was in Paris. She had fallen - nay, jumped - from that building. She didn’t remember landing, but everything else made sense. She simply didn’t know how much time had passed between events.
There were bandages on her body in different spots, and there was a gash on her arm where she had clearly received stitches. Her one of her arms was handcuffed to the metal bar that ran along the side of the bed. Her wings didn’t hurt as much as she thought they would. Instead, it was more of a dull, absent ache, rather than the intense, horrible pain she had felt right after the crash. It made her wonder what sorts of medications they had her on.
She was wearing a hospital gown, which meant that someone had removed her clothes. She felt violated. Used. Cheap. But she took a deep breath and pushed her feelings aside for the time being. She was through the worst of things; it was just the aftermath now.
The two cops that had been not-so-quietly speaking about her stared at her intently from across the bed.
<Can you tell me your name, Chère?>
Valkyrie bit her lip to keep from yelling profanities at the cops. She needed to maintain a sweet, innocent image. She was in France, her native country, so she wasn’t an illegal immigrant. However, she was still in the care of the state, meaning that they could take her back to the orphanage. Whatever. She had found a way out before, and she could do it again.
<Astrid Dubois.>
<And do you know where you are?>
<A hospital somewhere. Paris.>
<Good. Age?>
<Fourteen.>
<Okay, and what were you doing on the top of that building?>
<Exploring.>
The first cop, the one asking the questions, drew his lips into a frown. He had clearly been hoping for something more incriminating. He took a deep breath, gave his partner a look, and then continued.
<Why did you jump off?>
<Slipped.>
<And did you try to kill those people? What do you have against humans?>
A bigot. Perfect.
<Paul!>
<What? It couldn’t have been an accident!>
<She’s just a kid!>
<Mutie b**** killed seventeen people!> He turned back to Astrid and stared intensely at her, as if the he were expecting very action of him doing so would result in some sort of spontaneous combustion, or a large object falling from the ceiling.
<Look at her! Cut her some slack; she's been through hell and back.>
<A hell she created.>
Seventeen people. A modest number, but it would do nicely. Astrid tried to keep her lips from forming a smile, and wiggled around in her bed, letting the pain of doing so aid her in gathering tears. Sell it, she reminded herself.
<I-I didn’t mean to! It was an accident! I lost control!> Astrid blubbered and leaned back into the pillows. She covered her face with her uncuffed hand, allowing it to make up for any failed attempts at facial expressions. Acting really wasn’t her forte. <I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to!>
The second cop’s face softened, and he looked at his partner. <Come on, Paul. We’ve got what we need, and you can probably still make it home in time.>
Paul’s upper lip twitched and he looked at Astrid with utter hatred. <You know, my son was attacked by one of your kind. You think that just because you have powers that you can just do whatever you want? Huh? Is that what you think?> The man lunged at her and wrapped a meaty hand around her neck.
Astrid made a noise of surprise and gasped at the sudden pressure put on her windpipe. She gasped for air and writhed under his grip, wincing at the pain that accompanied her movements.
<You going to stop me, mutie trash? You going to do something?> Paul glowered at her, a bloodthirsty look in his blue eyes. For the second time that day, Astrid was scared.
The second cop’s hands were on his partner’s back, trying to calm him down. <Put her down. This isn’t about Hugo. Do you really want a murdered mutant on your record forever?>
<Fine.> Paul spat on the ancient, bleached white sheets of Astrid’s bed and glared at her one last time, adjusting his jacket before turning away. His badge gleamed in the fluorescent hospital lights.
<Get some rest. You’re going to need it before your trial. Someone will come to get you once you’ve recovered a bit,> the second cop offered her a tiny bit of sympathy in his glance. He followed his partner out of the room and shut the door behind him.
Astrid sighed and leaned back into the bed. She could breathe again, but her heart was still beating at rate much higher than usual. She shouldn’t have been scared of those men, but she had been. She had been completely powerless. He could have killed her right then and there.
Every inch of her body ached and screamed against what she had done to it. The pain hadn’t quite settled until she had a moment to consider it, but the longer she sat, the worst it got. She scrunched up her face as she readjusted herself in the bed, realizing that all she could do was wait and hope that her efforts had amounted to something. Hope that she hadn’t just given everything for naught.