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 Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 21:58:39 GMT -6
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Boy was she awkward. They started their walk, and she kept her distance, which he didn't at all mind. He listened to her as she puzzled over his question. He liked toask questions like that; it put people a little out of their comfort zone, and when they asked back, he got to answer with something that made him feel complex and like he was a bit of a mystery to his suiter. Many women liked that, though you had to be careful not to over-do it. He had a feeling she wasn't the type that bothered with that stuff too much, and like a restless cat, she could be overstimulated.
As she got to answering, she was interrupted by a phone call. He stopped and observed her quietly... So she did have moments where she wasn't a waste of space, then. He could tell she was addicted to work. Good. It could be something that acted as a point of contention in their relationship; All relationships needed them, even fake ones. It told her he cared if he felt like she overworked herself, and that she should spend more time for herself. For now, though, as she hung up, he just smiled. "That's fine. You're very good at your job, then? Show's conviction. I like that in a woman." He stated it plainly, and turned to start walking again. They had a reservation, after all, and they would be cutting it close at this point, a jab to his normal desire to be early for things.
She talked more about her job. He nodded a bit. "What do you like to do in your spare time, though? What brings you to America? Those kinda things are what I wanna know." He perked up a bit when she mentioned another event.
"Yeah? Who is puttin this one on? Halloween... Haven't dressed up for years..."
"Thank you." She smiled and relaxed slightly. "I take it very seriously. Maybe a smidge too seriously according to some, but it makes me feel like I have a purpose."
She shifted awkwardly at the mention of spare time and sighed. "I volunteer in my spare time." It was the honest truth. "And when I am not doing that, I am working toward a bachelors degree so I can become a certified nurse practitioner. The books Carol nitpicks me about are by study books."
She eyed him in a sidelong manner for a moment before continuing on. "I came to this country eight years ago hoping for some sort of miracle cure for what I am, or at the very least someone who could help me understand myself better." She glanced at where her gloved hand sat resting on his arm. "From how I understand it, my mother wasn't as faithful in my parent's marriage as she should have been and I was the result."
They neared the restaurant. "Whatever the case, I am no longer welcome there and I have made myself a place here. I can help people here."
She moved onto the next question. "There is an organization called Haven that will be throwing the event. I was invited by a close friend also attending, and thought you might be interested." She smiled slightly, "I don't know what I will be going as yet, but I hear everyone will be in costume."
Posted by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 23:39:27 GMT -6
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Tash gave her a sly smile. "Yeah, When do you sleep, then? Seems like your life is full of work, honestly. I can see why Carol felt the need to speak up." He winked a bit. @$^&ing Carol, though, MVP and unbearable at the same time. Bless her.
He found himself tilting his head a bit and frowning as she mentioned why she'd come here... Damn them... Sometimes they really did seem so... Human. He played it off as him being sad for her sadness toward herself. "I think you're perfect how you are... Heh... Lookit me, talking like Mr.Rogers or something." He chuckled his way out of the uncomfortable thoughts, and turned toward the entrance of the "Tamarind Trobeka" Indian restaurant. It was a fairly fancy place. His wallet was gonna hurt after this, but he'd found a security gig to make up for it.
"Well... Im happy you ended up here.... Yer doin a lotta good." He held the door open for her. "Haven, huh? They one of the bigger groups in the city? Think I heard of them before."
He walked right up to the hostess, taking in the somewhat upperscale atmosphere. He wasn't exactly a foody; He was fine eating MREs and trail rations, but he understood that good food was the door to the heart of many. He gave his name. Amon, and they were shown toward their seats.
he chuckled lightly, unsure of how to answer. They place they were going was one of the few places she had never been before. She was interested and surprised all at once. This was a place she had never been to before.
"All I can do is try, I suppose. Seems to be working out for now." \
They entered, checked in, and were seated. She took the time to look around as she settled in and folded her napkin in her lap. It was an upscale place and everyone around her looked... normal. She was definitely the one out of place. Still, she didn't let it bother her as she settled in and turned her attention back to Amon.
"I have not. I don't usually have the time between trying to catch a wink of sleep and the rest of what I do to enjoy fine dining with company. Thank you... so this. Is it more than I feel I deserve.
So far he had left a very good impression on her. He was charming, handsome, polite, and kind. SHe honestly couldn't think of how to better spend a night.
"To be honest I haven't heard of Haven much. I tend to circle around a lot of the smaller organization in the city. I find that when places get too big they tend to overlook a lot of the main message. There are too many people without homes, food, and basic necessities living in the city." She folded her hands in her lap, reminding herself that this wasn't work-related.
"But, I suppose that might be a conversation for another time. I have spoken about myself, probably more than necessary.. what about you? What makes Amon, Amon?"
"Indeed" He agreed with her determination to keep trying.
'Amon' led her to their seat, letting her pick where she wanted to sit. He sat opposite her, and listened to her talked further. He forced a bit of a blush as she metioned feeling like this was more than she deserved "I think you sell yourself short. It's a crime that I didn't have to fight a whole room full of guys to get a chance to take you out. Maybe they're intimidated by a woman who is in charge?"
He nodded as she spoke about Haven. It was a big one here, then? She knew enough to be his in if he needed it; enough to get invited to one of their parties. He was excited for the prospect; all he needed was to make a big impression on a group like that and he would have an even bigger target. Maybe he could ditch this broad, too? He looked over to her... Maybe not. He wasn't sure he would find such an easy target in the future.
The Irish man smiled when she asked him about himself. " I like hearing about you. Me though... I'm here to help. Ireland isn't the sort of place where you can have as big of an effect as New York... The whole world looks here for how to do it right... I noticed that, and I told myself... Amon... You gotta be a part of that." He looked up just a bit as if he were lost in thought, imagining something.
All of the explosions.
"Otherwise, though, I do like to do things in my spare time. It's a little quaint, I know, but I like to whittle... Keeping in shape is important to me as well. Strong of body, strong of spirit, strong of mind." He nodded as if to confirm the mantra. "My Dah always used to say it, bless his soul."
He smiled again. "I'd love to go to that even with you, Love. We'll have to brainstorm costumes."
She blushed and fiddled with her silverware. He was a real charmer, that was for sure. Fighting off a whole room full of people for her? Ha... as if. "To be honest, Amon, I really don't date a lot. I don't typically have time for it, and well, there are a lot of reasons things don't work out." She'd been on what, two dates since Saph? Ever time she explained her powers it scared men off, so she had just sorta stopped trying after a while.
"My mutation for one..." As if on cue, one of the black snaked poked its head out to peer around at the restaurant. She quietly commanded it to return to her hair in Greek, before she could spook the other patrons. "I possess a few rather dangerous powers. I have more control over them now than I ever have before, but they do tend to frighten potential suitors off. Still, it would be wrong of me not to mention them."
She gestured to her gloved hands, and then to her eyes. "I wear gloves and contacts because I turn things to stone with my hands, and tend to knock people out with uncovered eyes. The snakes have minds of their own but follow directions good enough these days, so they only tend to react if I am threatened."
She didn't mention her latest power discovery, because it was technically still a secret. Only Saph knew at this point, and that was whatever his drug-addled state had been able to come up with while she was transfusing him.
"I don't tend to like to talk about them much, but in this world, I feel like it's my duty to be transparent about my.. er.. traits."
A waiter came to deliver menus and fill their water glasses. She eyed like wine list like it was a foreign snake she couldn't control. She was not, in any form, a good drinker.