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 Skye Sinclaire on Jul 21, 2018 19:14:10 GMT -6
X-Men
X-Men Trainee
Magenta
Bisexual
None
464
48
May 9, 2023 8:14:17 GMT -6
Lizzy
Skye grumbled as she made her way down the hall of the Mansion, sure she knew this was inevitable, but...honestly she was hoping it wouldn't happen so...soon. Sure, she deserved it, and she knew that, but...she just didn't want to be bothered with being stuck in a room for gods-know-how long with a bunch of people she didn't even know. Walking into the room, she kept her head down, her hair a rather unamused shade of red. From the looks of it, the girl was the first one there, her hands flickering with red light as she walked into the room, and purposefully picked a seat towards the back corner.
Honestly, for what she'd done, she was probably lucky to just have to sit in a room like this. Pulling out a notebook, she took out a pencil and began to doodle, not really paying attention to anyone that came in. After all, she was just wanting to get this over with after all. So, maybe if she kept her head down and her mouth shut, things would go quietly, and then she could get on with her life. She hoped.
Every now and then she'd glance up, just to see if anyone else had made it, it would really suck if she was the only one in the building who got in any damn trouble...
((OOC: This is a rotating kind of thread for anyone with hooligans at the mansion that might want to get into shenanigans, or just sort of meet in a not-so-savory environment. Have fun!))
Panu did not stomp, did not glower, did not sulk. He walked down the school hallways with Head High and his best imitation of Mirror's smug smile.
Detention was the sign he was Not Giving In. Detention was Badge of Honor. Detention was an hour locked in a room watching cat videos in his own head. Detention. Hahahaha.
The teacher was not even here yet. Lazy.
The eleven-year-old brought his heels together and puffed out his chest and snapped salute. "Hello fellow convict. Prisoner Panu reporting. What is your crime? I have been nineteen minutes late for every class this week."
At twenty minutes, the tardy became an absence, and then his parole officer was called. Nineteen minutes was the perfect time for letting teachers know exactly what he thought of being here. It was very important to start on the right foot.
He also chose a chair in back. But not next to the red-headed girl; in the middle, with two chairs between them, so she knew he did not actually want to be friends.
So when she found herself being shoved into detention by some knuckle dragging hall monitor for being outside of class during class hours she felt more than comfortable being loud about her protest.
"unhand me you oafish mongoloid!" The first half could be heard from just outside the classroom door, and the other half by everyone in a ten mile radius. Her small, squeaky voice sure could get loud when she wanted it to. "I'll have your job for this! Do they even PAY you? They better not! After Im done with you this will be GARTNERS ACADEMY FOR GIFTED @#$^ING YOUNGSTERS YOU SON OF A-" The door was closed... She froze in place, still leaning forward with gloved hands clenched and hands extended down. Slowly she looked around at the other people present.
"I just want to make it clear to everyone here that I don't belong here, and therefore my stay won't be long."
She walked over to the front row and took a seat on the desk itself, picking a piece of lint off of her frilly lolita dress, and facing the door with a loud huff.
Surely they would realise that she wasn't just some kid walking the halls. She was 36 years old for the sake of Pete! She started to hesitate after a moment. Maybe she would need to find another way out...
Skye looked up in time to see a younger kid walk into the room. Great, they put everyone in the same room, so I'm gonna be stuck in here for a couple hours with a bunch of kindergartners, she thought to herself. Double great, the boy was a little goofball; way too serious. It was detention, not a prison sentence. She pulled the hood of her black hoodie over her head.
However, her hair turned yellow with amusement as he mentioned what he'd done to get in here.
"Nice loophole," she commented as he lips curled into a loose smirk. "Let's just say I broke curfew," she said with a slight shrug as the lad seemed to sit a distance away from her on purpose. Whatever. Good riddance, really.
And then, Skye's hair turned green, albeit briefly, as the sound of yelling thundered down the halls. Someone was throwing a tantrum...
Of course, they wound up in the same room; but why wouldn't they? After that, detention was the obvious destination.
"None of us belong here," Skye spoke up dryly. "You don't end up here because it's where you're supposed to be. You end up here because you got caught." God, she sounded like something from an 80's movie...
She turned back to her doodle, which was honestly just a bunch of abstract shapes....
Rivka stepped into the room, scanning it nervously. She had on a knee-length tie-waist dress with long sleeves, flats, and a navy-blue crop cardigan sweater for warmth. Looking very self-conscious, she made her way to a desk more or less in the middle and took a seat. Spotting Skye, she gave a slight smile. At least that was someone she knew. She had her long hair done up in a braid, and looked more the part of student teacher than detainee.
For most things, merely threatening Rivka with detention was probably over-kill. She was, for the most part, a very obedient teen who followed the rules. She'd been pushed a little too far though, and had stepped out of line. Her father had requested that they do something to discipline her, beyond his own freeze on her allowance. So... here she was, mortified and stuck with the 'bad kids'? Except, they didn't look quite like what she'd been expecting. She wasn't sure why she was expecting this or that, since she'd never actually been in school detention before, thus had no experience with the "kind" of kids that wound up there.
