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.
"Jack... it's been a while..." the principal had remarked, "From what we had heard, we'd assumed you were dead."
Jack had divulged most of her motives for hiding-- the death of her alt!universe self at the hands of the SUPER agents, and the subsequent destruction of her apartment had made it necessary for her to lay low for a bit. The prawn had intentionally excluded the part about how her apartment had been decimated. But this, too, was a factor-- she'd been practicing with her explosive punches ever since they'd come to fruition. She was learning the antecedents, and the repercussions, of using her powers. And it had finally gotten to the point where she felt safe bringing that power around Xavier's again.
"You were scared," the principal had summarized, closing his eyes with understanding, "What brings you here now? Are you ready to come home?"
Then it was settled. Jack would once again rejoin the security staff as a routine fixture on campus. She and the principal had exchanged hugs, and he advised her that he'd be in-touch with a new schedule shortly.
The prawn now milled the halls, pausing periodically to greet students that knew and greeted her. She'd fist-bump, high-five and wave her way past the kids, all smiles. But she was on the evening shift, and now the halls had gone quiet. Curfew was in effect, and most kids were asleep, if not in their rooms. Even here, there was magic in the air-- Christmas Eve. All the littles were talking about it. Jack smiled wistfully. She missed those days.
She was just passing the kitchen when she heard an enormous *CRASH!* from within. The noise sent a thrill of fear through her, the bioluminescent pores on her arm glittering with the burst of adrenaline. What the Hell is that?! Jack ducked through the doorway, and poked her head into the kitchen, a steadying primary hand on her chest.
"Hello? We all good in here?" she called out, skimming for the unfortunate source of the noise.
Posted by Luke Benson on Jan 9, 2019 23:01:44 GMT -6
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Jack was probably not nearly as startled as Luke was.
Though he was in a very good mood after his very special gifts earlier, he was also pretty hungry, so he'd headed down into the kitchen to make himself some food. Unfortunately his mind was understandably wandering somewhat as he got a bunch of stuff out to make a gigantic bowl of pasta. So he'd set the pot down next to the sink, turned away to double-check something else, and then the (luckily empty) pot fell down and clanged to the ground. Very loudly.
Every single hair on Luke's body stood up in surprise and he cringed, claws fully out as his hands froze in front of him and his back arched. It took him a moment to realize what had happened, at which point his muscles (though not his fur) relaxed. His ears were a little unhappy but he could live with that.
Already feeling slightly embarrassed, as Luke turned to pick up the pot, a large crustacean-looking person appeared suddenly through the door. Luckily he was able to compose himself as he turned to acknowledge the unfamiliar person. They appeared to be glowing slightly, and listening to his (her?) voice was a bit weird, since they didn't sound like a person talking. Like, how parrots talked, though Luke knew better than to suggest that. He knew pretty well what that particular situation was like, though he/she maybe had it a little worse.
"Uh, yeah, I'm good. Sorry." Luke lifted the pot in demonstration. "Just me being clumsy, heh."
He moved the pot under the nearest sink and started filling it up. "So uh, you new here?" He turned and gave a little wave, then turned off the faucet. "I'm Luke. Nice to meet you."
