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.
It's been one year. One long, horrid year. He lays awake, the late insomnia arresting his sleep. He can only think of Maria. She stole his heart, and died at his side. A screech fills the night, the only true positive outcome of insomnia. It keeps him alert. Slowly, getting up he dresses and walks into the night. Hoping his day may come to avenge her death. Burden by guilt he walks into a nearby alley and sees the struggle. A simple mugging he stops, frozen with fear, Maria's death flashes before his eyes. The fear is taken over by anger. He ferociously beats the attacker. His rage is like an aura and as the victim runs in fear the mugger says "The blood looks quite black in the moonlight doesn't it", the scum laughs at his own joke. Pulling out his veins Nikolai rips his victim to pieces "Blood ha you ain't seen nothin yet." Another scream, this one of satisfaction. He yells into the night, for his first good night sleep in a year will finally come.
Posted by jonathanotms on Jan 18, 2009 20:05:19 GMT -6
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codi is walking down the street and he realised he was lost he saw someone up ahead he approched them they were asleep on the side of the road next to bloody remains of what looked like human "oh dear gods on olympas what went on here!"
Posted by clearosebin on Jan 18, 2009 20:26:14 GMT -6
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Clea ran quickly clutching her ears and trying not to scream. What had that noise been that scared her so much? She finally stopped clutching her ears when the ringign stopped, and heard a yell. She stopped in mid-step and peered around a corner. Someone unfamilar to her was in front of a body of a person. She clutched her nose at the smell. At least she wasn't being mobbed by the people she ran into earlier. Blinking, she swallowed and stayed back, hoping this person wouldn't notice her, or at least leave her alone if he did see her.
Posted by jonathanotms on Jan 18, 2009 20:31:55 GMT -6
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codi's nose twitched a little he smelled maple leaves but this was a offputting smell next to the corpse. he spun around so fast his hat fell off exposing his horns he reached as fast as he could for his hat but it was too late she had seen his shameful mutation. but he did not have time to be embarrased "call for an ambulance quickly please!"
Posted by clearosebin on Jan 18, 2009 20:37:39 GMT -6
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Clea jumped at the sudden voice and quickly covered her ears as if the voice was too loud for her to handle. She opened one eye and looked at the man, her head tilting to the side as she saw two chibified horns growing from the man's head. She suddenly grew concious of the vein colored cracks across her skin. Slowly, she slid back behind the wall and pulled her hood up. Carefully, she peeked out again. "Clea doesn't know if the ambulance will hear her." She wasn't too sure what an ambulance was. Looking at the person, she clutched her nose, "what's that smell?"