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 Oct 9, 2018 23:17:36 GMT -6
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Five Forty-Five AM. Well, Forty-Three. Courtney had an alarm set to wake her up if it came to it, but her own internal clock woke her up day in and day out, like… well, clockwork.
Sliding out of her silk sheets, Courtney walked into her washroom to start her morning routine and shower. She emerged from the steam ten minutes later; any longer under the stream of a warm shower and she would start slowing down. Her undergarments, white blouse, and charcoal grey pencil skirt were waiting for her when she dried off, set there the night before.
Five Fifty-Six and her coffee maker finished pouring her a cup thanks to the timer it was set on. She grabbed the ingredients to make herself a simple omelet while her bread was toasting. She would leave her apartment at Six Oh-Five, walk to the ferry just in time to catch the Six Twenty. From there, a nice twenty-five minutes to Manhattan and seven minutes to get her to The Sapphire. As she cooked, her tablet was beside the stove so she could scroll through her day.
7:00 Handle messages and emails for Ms. Cervantes, Assist Syndicate arrivals 8:00 Minutes for meeting with Van Hart Reps 10:00 Dictations for Ms. Cervantes 11:30 Pick up Ms. Cervanes and Ms. Van Hart’s lunch 12:00 Lunch
It was a typical day, and she made note of each task and appointment until she made it to the end of her work day. No reason not to check on that as well.
5:00 Dinner and drinks with Tanya and Diana 6:30 Return to Apartment 7:00 Appointment- CVH 10:00 Appointment- AN
The dragon’s lips curled into a grin. Dinner with acquaintances would be useful for unwinding, but she was more excited for her evening appointments. It was ambitious scheduling two, given how… intense Ms. Van Hart could be, but Ms. Nicholas asked her to make a window available and how could Courtney say no to a demand like that?
Quickly eating her breakfast, Courtney locked up the house and went about her daily routine. Six Fifty-Five.
Courtney sat herself behind the main desk of the lobby, dropping the area around her a few degrees with her presence. After a brief encounter with Ms. Cervantes to clarify her morning schedule, Courtney got to work checking through emails and awaiting oncoming calls. The waterfall in the open lobby provided consistent, calming background noise; much different than working at the Club, though not nearly as much of a thrill.
For now, Courtney would be a good girl and do her work, ready to talk to anyone who might come in. The Syndicate on this side of the rift was chattier than she expected.
Jay didn't often get this early of a start, but...well, considering he didn't get enough sleep to properly end the previous day, maybe he was just getting a super late finish. Or something. He didn't know. For some reason, he was smelling more than he was used to; his already heightened senses were somehow getting...stronger? He did notice in pitch black he was gradually becoming able to make out outlines, but that could just be him adjusting better to the dark, what with his more nocturnal lifestyle and all.
Jay strolled into the building, wearing his usual getup of a tee shirt and jeans, bag slung over his shoulder, but he looked...tired. On top of this weird, morning-sickness sense of smell, his mind was....active. So active he didn't want to sleep. But he had some things to take care of today. Maybe after that he could have a nap. Or a nice, medium-rare stake. Well. Medium-well...right? Nope, he was pretty sure he wanted it a little redder than usual for some reason.
Oh well, that was a plight for later. Jay strolled up to the front desk, and started to speak before perfume assaulted his nose. Courtney's perfume wasn't....always that strong. She smelled nice(as someone with a heightened smell could notice without being weird), but today it felt like he jumped into a vat of the stuff. In fact, it made the poor guy's head spin a little.
"Well, looks like I'm a lucky dog," he said with a smile as he approached the desk. "Looking lovely as cough always~" His voice had faltered a bit, and it was obvious he was a bit off of his game, but maybe some light flirting would turn his day around. It usually tended to.
When Courtney was still new to the Syndicate, the wide cast of personalities recruited by Poseidon took time to adjust to. Poseidon was open with her about the natures and… questionable moralities of the Syndicate membership. They were committed to the mutant cause, but they were not all good people. Some of them also had eccentricities and quirks a good assistant would learn and acclimate to best serve. Thankfully, Courtney was open-minded and keen on serving to the best of her abilities.
With a new home universe came new Syndicate members, but Courtney was older and had more experience with learning the ins and outs of the Syndicate characters. Jay was the first to greet her, which was a surprise. He was not typically an early riser in her experience, though people broke their own patters constantly. As a strict pattern-follower, that irked Courtney.
Jay was a nice enough guy who was, ironically enough, a bit of a dog. She was great with flirts; Courtney could flirt back. Poseidon never stopped her from mixing work and play. In fact, Poseidon encouraged her to bring her play to work, where she had a knack for keeping everyone happy and catered to.
Courtney smiled, oblivious to the impact of her subtle hibiscus and cherry perfume on Jay’s senses. She folded her arms and leaned over the desk. ”You know I pride myself on presentation. Gotta be ready to reward the goodest boy when he gets a rare early start to the day. Big plans today? A meeting, perhaps?” If Jay had an appointment with someone, she would probably have it on her books. ”Or were you just curious about the skirts you could chase before noon?”
Posted by Jay Fisher on Jan 15, 2019 13:30:41 GMT -6
The Syndicate
Soldier of The Syndicate
Lightskyblue/Lightgreen
Heterosexual
Open--Loves Zelda
586
40
Apr 18, 2019 21:30:44 GMT -6
Fishy
Jay gave a chuckle, which was followed by another cough. Courtney's perfume was normally alluring; why was it an assault on his nose all of a sudden? Then again...his nose had been more sensitive lately, for some reason...
"Honestly, I wouldn't call today an early start. I may not have technically finished yesterday..." he explained, which was followed by a very ungentlemanly sneeze, which he did manage to cover in time, but it didn't remotely do anything about the sound that reverberated throughout the room.
"Sorry about that...I think I'm coming down with something; my nose is more sensitive than usual. I don't think I had anything on the books for today..though it's not unlike me to forget, especially in the presence of someone as eye catching as yourself." His smooth line was interrupted by another cough that made his eyes water.
"Damn...I'm sorry. Are you wearing a new perfume?" He was pretty sure she wasn't, but he was also pretty sure she wasn't the type of woman who practically bathed in perfume. She didn't need to, after all.
