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.
"Guess I don't have that problem." Sara offered a smile but her eyes didn't reflect what the same emotion. She was worried for him. Even though this wasafter the fact of him being injured, those injurries were obviously serious. If only she had known how much. then again, those things were always hard to judge. "When Raina found me, I told her she shouldn't of worried. With how bad of shape she was in, she shouldn't of gone back looking for me." She leaned sideways just for a moment, to look at the whele chair. "I don't think I could stand beign stuck in one of those things for more than an hour."
“Hello,” “We were just chatting. I'm Claire, by the way.” “I didn't realize you were meeting someone.”
Sara glanced up at Claire. So that was her name. Funny. She hadn't caught who she was before. Then again, they had just sort of dived nito conversation. Sara extended her paw like hand. "Most just call me Sara." She waved with her other hand, to indicate the third seat at the table.
Sara made a face at the thought of hospital food. She'd never been in the hospital but people smelled weird there, and everyone seemed to complain agoutit. "We were just talking about her daughter." Sara said. Her tone was pleasant and she didn't really care if Claire didn't want Streak to know that. Streak was ok in Sara's book and he might know more than herself. "Her Daughter's name is Katrina. She doesn't know if Katrina was registered, and I was telling her I didn't know a katrina in the camps."
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 26, 2008 9:59:17 GMT -6
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Streak listened as Sara explained a few thing from the camps. He was glad that she had found Raina after all. He looked at his chair when he saw Sara do the same. "Well, lets just say this is not the way I expected to be cruising town. But they wont let me out of it until they remove the stitches." Streak said. He had no idea how long that would be but he couldn't wait for him to get out of the chair.
"We were just talking about her daughter." "Her Daughter's name is Katrina. She doesn't know if Katrina was registered, and I was telling her I didn't know a katrina in the camps."
"I didn't know any girl named Katrina at the camps." Streak said hoping it reassured Claire. "I didn't meet any girl by that name wherever they took us after the break out. I'm still not sure where that is but they seemed to find me and bring me back there took take care of my wounds. Come to think of it I didn't see many people while I was there. The only ones I met were the doctors and nurses." He wasn't to happy abut that little fact because it made him feel lonely while he was there.
Okay, so neither of them knew Katrina. Her heart could go back to its normal pace now. Any second she could start thinking normal thoughts again. Like, aren't these people nice for letting me join their conversation? As if she could ever think normal thoughts again. Until she found her daughter, some part of her brain would always be thinking of her and trying to find clues as to her whereabout. Claire shook Sara's paw/hand and sat down in the empty chair at Sara and Streak's table. There had only been two chairs, but Streak had brought his own.
Well, thought Claire, didn't they make up a nice little pity party? Two of them had been in the camps, and the third had lost her daughter because of the Registration Law. The woman with the two sons was finished with her pancakes and was trying not to stare at them, but Claire could tell she was listening to every word. There was nothing like a sob story to get people's attention.
Perhaps it would be best to change the subject to something a little less melodramatic, though with the aftereffects of the camps on the forefronts of all three of their minds it would be difficult to find a subject that wasn't trivial. There was always gossip about various politicians or other new related to the unconstitutional law, but Claire had no energy for it that day. She had been over every scrap of news to no avail, and had no desire to rehash old information.
In any case, the end of the Mutant Registration Law meant that people everywhere would be returning to their lives, perhaps not exactly the normal lives they had before the law was passed, but they could at least live again with some semblance of freedom. They could talk about that.
“So, what will you be doing now that the Registration Law is done with?”
”-- The only ones I met were the doctors and nurses."
“I’m sorry. I had to get out of there as soon as I had myself settled. Doctors give me the creeps.” Though if it had occurred to her that Streak was still there, while she was so hurriedly leaving, she would have visited. More pangs of guilt felt like they hit her in the gut. She turned her head enough to see the lady eaves dropping and Sara’s ears flicked back against her head for a second. Shooting the lady a glare. Yeah, yeah, yeah. They were having the conversation in public but the decent thing was to pretend you weren’t listening. Not openly stare. The lady turned her head, moving her hand in front of her face, and Sara let her glare relax. Ha! Showed her.
“So, what will you be doing now that the Registration Law is done with?”
“Just survive, I guess.” The short not so simple answer that sounded better than what Sara was actually doing with her freedom. Theft was petty work, but at least it was work and it put food in her stomach. Stealing was what she was good at as well.
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“I’m sorry. I had to get out of there as soon as I had myself settled. Doctors give me the creeps.”
"Don't worry about it. It's no big deal. I think most people bolted as soon as they could." He said looking at Sara. He finished his pancakes and set his plate aside. He picked up the napkin and cleaned his hands and face. Once the syrup was all cleaned off of himself he turned his attention back to the conversation they were having.
He looked at Sara and saw her ears laid back and she was glaring at a woman who was at a different table. e looked over and saw the woman at the other table was staring at them and listening to their conversation. Well, that's just a bi rude. He looked back at the people at his table.
“So, what will you be doing now that the Registration Law is done with?”
"Well...once I get out of this stupid wheelchair I'm heading back to the mansion. I heard it was almost completely demolished after the raid." He told her simply. It was part of what he was going to do, but the rest of his plans were between him and whoever runs the Xmen.