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.
The crowd was large tonight, cheering excitedly at the spectacle that was playing out before them. Tonight was an event to end all events, or so the tagline went on the invites that went out to the usual patrons. The Tower Arena, hosted and owned by the Syndicate, was having an open tournament. Any mutant who thought they could handle a good fight for a large prize were invited to test their metal against old fighters and new. This was all kept underground of course, to keep the police from sticking their nose where they were unwanted, and of course gambling on the fighters were encouraged. Couldn't turn a profit on drinks alone after all.
And it wasn't just the rich that showed up to watch either. Word got around quickly from mutant to mutant and in the cheap seats, those mutants who could not fight but would gladly cheer on their fellow mutants, whether they were related or not, cheering just as excitedly at each blow or clever trick. They were here, as well, to gamble what little money they did have in hopes of winning it big.
Mutant fights were like no other fight on Earth. A human boxer could knock a man flat in a single blow, sure. But could he do it with fire, could he do it while flying, or not even laying a finger on his opponent. This was the draw of mutant fights, a shiny twist on an old classic. Once one saw such an extravaganza, all other fights paled in comparison.
As for the fighters, there were a multitude of reasons to be there. For some this was a chance to settle deputes, those mutants who were defending the honor and territory of their various gangs. For others, this was purely about money, a chance to win a prize and perhaps a permanent job with the arena. And for still more, this was just a chance to cut loose and really find out how far their powers went.
For Victor, he was defending his title. As the heavy weight champion, he was dependent on this job and he wasn't about to let some nobody steal that from him. This was his territory and an intruder was just kindling for his fire.
From the locker room he heard the announcement that the fight had ended. That was his signal. He got up and headed to the entryway, waiting for his name to be called out. "Lets give another cheer for our incredible fighters! Just fantastic folks! Now, for the fighter you've been waiting for, here to defend his title, our very own heavy weight champion! The fire lizard, the beast from the south, the raging inferno: VICTOR OCHOOOOOAAAAA!"
Victor took the cue, running out to the sound of cheering, roaring in response. He raise his four arms, encouraging the crowd to continue cheering, even throwing a few small fire balls into the air for show.
"And in the opposing corner!"
[OOC: All are welcome, spectators, gamblers, opponents. Hell I'm down for a little two on one if you guys want. All options are welcome.]
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 4, 2017 21:03:37 GMT -6
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Though sanctioned by the Syndicate, the actual attendance by Syndicate members was relatively low. Most members had assignments, and Poseidon had them doing them, so they didn't have time to attend base events such as wrestling matches.
Khalil's assignment was to be here, however. Fights like these attracted all sorts of scum-- talented scum, rich scum, scum with connections-- it was the scarlet-skinned man's job to wade through the crap and make those connections. Pull people with real potential and alert Poseidon to the potential assets at-hand. Make sure rival gang-members didn't show-up or start trouble, or interrupt their matches.
He was dressed for the part of a Syndicate representative. His curtains of onyx hair had been fastened into a clean ponytail at the base of his skull. He donned a well-fitting suit-and-tie of a predominantly grey-and-black color palette, and wore only the finest gold jewelry. If he dared say so himself (and boy, did Khalil dare), he looked sexy as hell.
He was standing ringside, apart from the raucous spectators. His honey-gold eyes lingered on the stage as the announcer got the crowd pumped, heralding the reigning champion in. A smile quirked at the demon's mouth when the four-armed behemoth charged out. He was good for revenue, a crowd favorite. The demon pitied whoever his challenger might be.
