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.
the big fences of the mondragon laboratory doomed up at the horizon. A Young man, dressed in a black coat walked towards the fences. He carried his bag and worn his hood to hide his face. He confidently walked towards the fences. The guards quickly noticed him. "Hold it right there" said the guard. "Drop the bag and hold your hands where we can see them". The man dropped his bag in front of the guards and spread his arms. One of the guards walked toward the man to search him. "I wouldn't do that if i where you" Said the man with a mysterious voice as red electricity surged over his body as the guard came close. The guard quickly backed down and said, "Who are you and state your business." "My name is Voltaire, I wish to speak to your leader about the resistance." "I wish to join it".
The man was expected. That was the only reason that he had gotten this close. Under different circumstances he’d have been dead a mile away, a sniper bullet lodged in his skull. But in this instance he had been feed enough information to find the facility and so would not be killed, though any hostility would be met with extreme force.
Corporal Kane, maintaining enough distance to avoid the electricity while still keeping his weapon trained on the man asked, “What’s in the bag?” Even if the man tried to hide something, the bag would be scanned before it was brought into the labs, but it wouldn’t hurt to ask.
"In the bag you ask" said the man with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. "Personal possesions ofcourse, for a mutant that is into hiding". The man made a few steps forward. "Hold it we said" Said the guard. The man stopped in his tracks. "I already told you, i am here to join the resistance. I do not want trouble". "check his bag" said the guard to one of his lackey's. He started checking the bag. He found some clothes, a few books and a dairy. "No weapons?" Asked the guard. "No weapons" said the man.
Kane was satisfied. Lukas had done a through search. If he said that there were no weapons, then there weren’t any. Tapping his radio once he said, “Omega to Epsilon, Lostarot has arrived.” The guards lowered their weapons but motioned for the man to remain where he was. He still had three snipers who’s sights where focused on his head, but they doubted that the man would try to pull something stupid.
Soon enough Nigel Banks had arrived on the scene. Walking past the guards he extended a hand to the young man and said, “Hello Malik. I’m Nigel Banks. Welcome to the resistance and to Mondragon labs.”
(OOC: Nigel is an NPC of mien who deals with all the new arrivals, so please don’t control him and I’ll have Nigel get you settled in )
"thank you for the warm welcoming but, if you don't mind i rather skip the formal hand shake." Said Malik as his red electric aura returned. Nigel quickly un-extended his hand."Very well then" Said Malik. "Proceed like you planned.""Ow and one more thing, I wish to be called Voltaire as long as i remain here, if that is possible."
“Of course,” said Nigel, gesturing towards the open doorway of the facility, “If you will just follow me I will show you to your quarters and brief you on the current goings on.”
"thank you" Voltaire said to Nigel. He thought a little appreciation would be at place seeing as they where offering refuge to those that want to join the resistance. He followed Nigel into the hallway's. "I wish to speak to your leader sometime, if that could be possible." "I would like to know how he knew i was coming and what the current status of the resistance is."
“My employer, Mr Antonescu, makes it his business to know,” Nigel answered with a cryptic smile, “Knowledge is power. I am afraid a face to face meeting will be impossible, as he is currently off working the registration problem from a different angle, but he has left Mr Corydon in charge of the resistance.”
“If possible I will get you a meeting with him.” As they entered the building a guard motioned for Voltaire to place his bag into what looked very much like an x-ray machine that you would find at an airport. Nigel waited patiently for the young man to surrender his bag to be checked.
"Power can be tipped into somebody elses favour, never forget that" He replied to the cryptic answer. Voltaire looked at the guard and gave him a nod. he placed his bag into the x-ray machine for it to be scanned. He found it a bit pointless to check the bag again after the search. He then saw a portal shaped metal detector. "Please pass trough and verify your identity with the retinal scanner.
"You even have my retinal information, I'm impressed" He said with a smile as he deposited all his metal items in a basket. It was his wallet containing money and a key. He walked trough the gate without a sound coming out of it saying he is metal free. He put down his hood and held his eye to the scanner.
"Retinal pattern verified: Malik Lostarot A.K.A Voltaire, welcome" said the machine. Your good to go said the guard as everything was checked and there where no problems found.
Voltaire looked back at Nigel and said:"I would like to have that meeting." "It's not very nice not to speak with the person that gives you shelter, and besides i want to know about the resistance and what they are up to."
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