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 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.
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 Dante Schuyler on May 23, 2018 16:47:10 GMT -6
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Dante put his cigarette out and tossed it in the trash as he walked inside and took a breath of familiar air. His home turf, if one would venture to say.
He chuckled as his circumstantial drinking buddy ordered something with a little kick to it this time. That a boy; you've earned it. And then, Ezra was speaking to him, and he curled his fingers around his bottle and took a hearty swig before looking at him. "Yeah, the smoke back there kinda surprised me too," his voice dropped to a mumble as he added, "Never had it knocked outta me before..." A pink blush rose to his cheeks as he turned back to his beer.
"I can manipulate smoke, but I actually have to have breathed some in to be able to use it, hence the cigarette," he explained. "So what about you? What's your story?"
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on May 29, 2018 1:14:03 GMT -6
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"I suppose that there is a first for everything," Ezra said warmly, elbowing his companion. He didn't mean anything by the remark. People were always learning things about their mutations... for example, when Ezra learned that he could reattach parts of him that had been severed, and still use them... and that'd only taken a good hundred-and-twenty years to discover. There was always a first for everything.
Ezra's drink finally arrived, and the homunculus murmured thanks to the bartender, taking an eager sip of the concoction. The alcohol was strident in the mixture, and with one sip it felt like it was rising straight into his head (or to his nexus, perhaps). He nodded as Dante explained his mutaiont-- he was a smoke-breather.
>> "So, what about you? What's your story?"
That was... to be expected, honestly. Ezra had no nose, after all. His mutant status was written write across his slender face. Ezra set his glass down, casually crossing one leg over the other as he spoke.
"I was dead, once," Ezra proclaimed, "But I came back."
Which was not untrue. He spared the gritty details of being Frankenstein's monster, kept alive by a Philosopher's Stone, or bodily functions optional... Dante was just a man that Ezra met in the bar, he wasn't going to give his entire life story. Maybe... with a little more alcohol.
Ezra took another, perfunctory sip of his drink, sighing when he finally came up for air.
"N-not that I have anything to show for it, though," he remarked, smiling sheepishly, "I came back just as... spindly and timid as before."
That was a fabrication. Ezra had no conscious recollection of his previous life. Or, since he had parts from a few different donors-- previous "lives" if you wanted to be specific.
Dante quirked a brow as the larger gentleman spoke; it really didn't explain too much to be honest, but it was an interesting bit of knowledge. Then again, the two men had just met, even if the smaller man believed that getting the smoke punched out of him warranted a little bit more. But he said nothing of it, just raised his bottle to his lips with a nod. It was then that he felt this...odd, sensation in his face. It was a surge of pain in his cheek that almost felt like it had a pulse.
Pausing, he put the glass bottle to his cheek, letting the cool glass come in contact with the wound for a little bit. "That's not gonna feel too pleasant in the morning," he mused, shaking his head slightly. "Well, timid ain't necessarily a bad thing. Keeps you out of trouble," he said, taking another healthy swig of his drink as he looked over at the larger mutant.
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on Jun 17, 2018 23:30:48 GMT -6
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Ezra chased any further explanations away with another generous sip of the Tom Collins. The glass was then lightly placed upon the table. There was a note of concern in his gaze as Dante drew his bottle to is cheek.
"M-maybe you could ask the bartender for a bag of ice?" Ezra proposed, smiling. He traced the edge of his cylindrical glass with a fingertip, dropping his gaze towards his drink. There was a sort of pregnant silence that followed Dante's remark, and that elicited another glance from the homunculus.
"Well, it keeps me from causing trouble, perhaps," Ezra remarked, "Humans have always had a proclivity for seeking me out for trouble, however, even when I was yet young in this world. I would attribute this to my stature."
Most nimrods who desired a fight looked for the biggest man in the vicinity and looked to incite conflict with them. That was simply how things were.
Ezra took another sip of his drink, a pregnant silence settling on him once again. It had been days since he had eaten, which meant that the alcohol went directly to his head. This, of course, made focusing on the conversation in front of him very difficult to follow.
"Though one would hope that the fact that my nose is typically buried deep within a book would be indication enough of my... talents... and how inaccurate their assumptions are... you know?" Maybe Dante didn't know. Maybe Ezra wasn't making an ounce of sense.
"I suppose... what I'm trying to say is that I appreciate your assistance, sincerely."
Another swig of the Tom Collins followed the remark. Maybe, if he got far enough along in his drink, he could trigger a more eloquent rendition of Ezra Pahlke. n Ezra Pahlke that didn't just... ramble about the tribulations of being a tall, bookish type.
Dante chuckled at the other mutant's suggestion. "That isn't a bad idea, actually," he said before waving the bartender over and asking for a bag of ice. The bartender gave a smile and a nod, then quickly came back with a bag.
"Rough night, kid?" "Heh, yeah. Let's just say I learned not every bar is as mutant friendly as you guys are," he replied, holding the ice to his face with one hand as the other brought his drink to his lips. "Yeah, I understand that, but that's what you get for going somewhere else," the stout bartender joked before giving a grin and walking away to tend to other patrons.
Turning back to Ezra, he listened intently, then gave a nod. "Yeah, some people just like to provoke others. Hell, this isn't the first bruise I've sported for defending a mutant. Growing up, my baby sister was always a prime target for bullies who liked to pull her tail, or just mess with her. I got in so much trouble at school," he gave a slight, nostalgic chuckle. "But...given the chance, I'd gladly do it all over again. People can't help how they look, how they were born."
He paused, looking Ezra over. "Like I said, anytime." He gave a smile as he finished off his drink and set the empty bottle on the counter.
Posted by Ezra Pahlke on Jul 12, 2018 17:40:25 GMT -6
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If Ezra had more wherewithal, he would have noticed the correlation to the diminishing amount of his Tom Collins and his increasingly foggy thoughts. Someone who might not necessarily know the homunculus well might say, “Well, he's a big fellow, certainly he could hold his liquor!”
They would be wrong, on two accounts-- Ezra’s lankiness put him at a distinct disadvantage, and he also scarcely ate. There was nothing in his stomach to absorb the alcohol. As such, the typically close-lipped homunculus was hastily wandering into “open book" territory. Particularly for the fellow who seemed to fit the “swashbuckling hero" stereotype to a T.
“What a good brother,” Ezra commended his friend, smiling a tad sloppily, “I wish I had a brother like that. I don't even have family… as far as I know.”
He laughed at how he thought that might sound. “No family.”
“That's not entirely accurate,” he corrected himself, pointing an index finger skyward as if preparing to make a proclamation, “I have no biological family. I've found plenty of surrogate families over the years. Birds of a feather, and all that.”
He peered at Dante, wondering if the smaller man caught his drift.