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 Cheshire on Jun 13, 2008 12:41:15 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Calley
~ "Oh, come on!"
Calley's head flinched back as she batted at his whiskers; those were sensitive, thank you! To the scratch on the chin, and the one behind his ear... he eased back until he was standing on her leg, rather than standing in her face. His tail swished once to the left, then the tip twitched back to the right. The barest traces of a forgiving purr briefly rumbled in his chest as he turned his head away from her face with a great air of disinterest. If that turn happened to put both of his ears closer to her hand, then it was by coincidence, not pre-meditated design. Though his chin started feeling awfully underappreciated, the moment he did it...
His head jerked up and his ears swung to point at the sound of a police siren coming closer. The girl could hear it, too; he could feel her thigh muscle tense under him a moment later. Naturally, it concerned her a whole lot more than it concerned him. The 'being a simple ordinary unexceptional house cat' thing? It had more perks than he could count, sometimes. Like dividing the population clearly into people who liked him, people who didn't, and people who ignored his existence. And if the people who didn't like him tried to hurt them, society pretty much agreed that they were horrible people, instead of blaming him for putting himself in a position to be hurt. The food was better, too, and he never, ever had to worry about cops. Just animal control, occasionally, and a cat who could understand the phone call conversations going on around him usually had plenty of forewarning about those pleasant folks.
But speaking of the law, and this girl: the cat whose collar named him Sinatra perked his ears away from her, as if he'd just heard something far, far more interesting coming from ...over there. He finally took his paws off of her leg, and unceremoniously padded over to a dumpster. Dank alleyway ground to dumpster lid; dumpster lid to lowest level of fire escape, and the cat known as Sinatra was officially an independent operator again. He sat down on the metal grating, and gave a wide-mouthed yawn, watching what the girl would do out of his peripheral vision. Not to abandon her to her fate, mind you. Just to, umm, better observe the New York mutant in its natural habitat: the Legal Nightmare.
This cat was obviously in for himself and only himself. Maya watched him make his way up to the first landing and unfortunately, she probably had to do the same. It wouldn't be nearly as graceful.
"I'm not following you." She informed the cat with the Sinatra collar.
Maya only needed to get to the ladder that hung only inches away from her reach when she jumped. She looked at the dumpster forlornly. The green metal dumpster had that special patina of grime that smudged and stuck on whatever might touch it. She didn't have time to find anther way up. She scrambled to get purchase on the grimy container and turned to catch the last rung of the ladder.
"PiDiPiDiPi!" Her phone chimed in an annoying tone as she pushed her feet against the dumpster to help her climb the rungs. It was definitely no where near a cat's grace, but she was on the landing in a matter of moments. Albeit she had that mysterious sludge on her legs, bare feet, hands, and elbows but she had made it either way.
She wiped her hands on her skirt and picked her phone out of her pocket. It was a text message from her mother's friends, with whom she had been staying.
Have you ever heard of the Sanctuary?
An address followed. What did that mean? Maya heard the window two levels up slide open. That was her window. She ran up the two flights only to find her bag sitting on the landing next to her book. The window was closed again and the curtain inside was drawn.
"PiDiPiDiPi!" She looked at the phone in her hand again.
We packed for you. Please don't make this difficult. We're only thinking of our child's safety.
Would they not even let her leave through the front door? She was shocked, and didn't know exactly what to do. The sirens were closer now. She crammed her cell into her pocket and put book into her bag. She walked down the metal stairs slowly there had been one shock after another today. Did they not care that she could have been SHOT? From the last landing Maya dropped her bag to the putrid ground. She followed her climbing up maneuver in reverse, using the same techniques to climb down. "I suppose this is goodbye, Mr. Sinatra."
Dazedly she wandered out of the alleyway with her bag. She didn't have any real choice now. "So.... where's this Sanctuary place?"
Posted by Cheshire on Jun 16, 2008 12:58:50 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Sept 24, 2018 19:41:05 GMT -6
Calley
The large orange-and-ginger stripped tom watched events unfold with all the stunning lack of attention that a house cat can rally. He simply groomed through it all. He groomed his front legs through the girl's ever-so-nimble attempts to duplicate his grace. He licked at his paws, and groomed behind his ears as her phone's simpleton chime seemed to lead her up to a window and down again with luggage, looking quite a bit hassled. He lifted up a paw and groomed his flank as she descended again, and said her goodbyes. His ear flicked once as she spoke these words:
"So.... where's this Sanctuary place?"
Then he, with full dignity, began to groom his rear. A soon-to-be Sanctuary resident, was she? No doubt he'd see her there.