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.
Posted by singthemuse on Jan 28, 2009 23:16:52 GMT -6
Guest
‘I seem to constantly find myself in Central Park,’ Sterling sighed internally. But then the places for her to go while Dragon-Fly was still undergoing repairs was rather limited. And as much as she wanted to curl into a ball until her body stopped aching, her injured limbs also needed exercise to keep strong. She decided to consider the walks therapeutic if nothing else. They also helped her clear her mind.
She didn’t really want to be around people (or anything that would talk to her really) at the moment. Her mind fluttered about as she struggled to readjust her understanding of herself as she now stood, existing under the title of “mutant”. She had no idea where the discovery would lead her, if it would affect her at all… or her search for her father…
‘Could he have been one too?’ she mused to herself, continuing her slow, thoughtful walk down the jogging path she was currently traversing, ‘It would explain a lot.’
With a sigh, she stretched her arms over her head, wincing when she felt something pull in her side.
‘I’m probably going to need to go in for my own ‘repairs’ if this doesn’t get better soon,’ she mused.
She had just decided to head back to her hotel when a strange commotion from just around a bend in the path caught her attention. Curious, but ever wary, she approached, hanging back in case the situation wasn’t favorable. However her reluctance was pointless as what she saw practically made her mind freeze in incomprehension.
A group of what looked like animal people (she had trouble pulling her eyes away from their swishing tails and flicking ears) were attempting to wrestle an ostrich under control.
“I told you this was a bad idea,” One hissed (actually hissed) at another, her ears folded back on her head.
The other made a face, his tail tucked, “This was the best spot available to us at the time!”
“But now what are we going to do with them?” Asked another.
“Um….”
The sound of a sudden roar caused Sterling to jump and the animal-people to loose their grasp on the already panicked bird.
“Crap! It’s getting away!”
Sterling barely had time to doge the frightened animal as it scrambled past her. Unfortunately, its escape path drew the other’s attention to Sterling’s presence.
“HUMAN!” one of them shouted, pointing at her. Sterling could only gawk, completely at loss as to what she should do.
“Um, “ she started, but was cut off by one of the animal-people with a long curly tail.
“You wont take them back, you heartless human! We, of the UMHAPI, will fight against the tyrannies of netting and bars! Animals were meant to roam the world freely! They were not intended for your voyeuristic pleasures!”
Sterling had no idea what to say to this. She opened her mouth several times to respond but the only intelligible thing she could get out was an utterly bewildered, “What??”
As the group angrily stared her down, it suddenly dawned on Sterling who these people must be. “Wait, you, your mutants, aren’t you?”
Before anyone could respond, a brown blur crashed through some brush between Sterling and the group of mutants. She only had a moment to recognize the animal as deer-like before another brown blur streaked out after it, slamming on top of it.
Sterling hastily ducked behind a tree trying to comprehend the existence of African wildlife in central park. She peered back around the tree and winced as the lion easily broke the neck of the gazelle. The group of mutants was nowhere in sight. Taking a cue from their example, Sterling decided that Central Park was NOT were she wanted to be right now. She quickly made her way back up the path and found her way to the street, but not before encountering several Zebra, a goat and what appeared to be a Polar Bear (who was thankfully much too disoriented to take too much interest in her).
“What the crap!!” She thought out-loud, as she burst threw the trees onto the street now completely confused, ‘What is going on??”
She looked up just in time to carefully back away from the scene of carnage on the road. An angry rhino thrashed its head, upturning a parked car. Several elephants trumpeted and stampeded down the street as a practical Noah’s ark-load of animals dashed around them. Sterling had seen nothing like it. Car alarms blared, drivers swerved away from the animals, and the animals tore up anything in their path.
Just then a haggard looking cop jogged up to her and, panting, told her she needed to get off the street.
“What’s going on?” she asked the man.
“It’s the UMHAPI,” he stated, sagging as he spoke, as if the acronym itself were a weight on his back. “They’ve been a pain for a long time. Staging protests, picketing, zoos, circuses, animal shelters and pet stores, but this time they have FINALY gone too far!”
Sterling sidestepped a terrified peacock. “Unhappy?” she asked confused.
“No, UMHAPI. Union of Mutants and Humans for Animal Protection and Integration. They are an…. “animal liberations” group and have been terrorizing the city for the past couple of weeks with extreme threats and demands. They some how managed to release all the animals from the Bronx zoo and have lead them to Central Park were they are apparently intending to let the animals go free.”
As the man was speaking Sterling noticed many of people on the street were not actually running from the animals, but with them. Some were wearing detailed animal costumes, some wore nothing but had painted their naked bodies to resemble some such animal and still others were obviously animal mutants. They all leapt and dashed dangerously around and through the large stampede of animals, singing and dancing as they went. Some were carrying signs with odd slogans, and some had musical instruments and none of them seemed to be aware of the danger they were in or causing.
The cop sighed again and ran off after a cat mutant who turned tail and fled with the cop right behind her.
‘Humm,’ Sterling thought, unsure whither to be terrified or amused. ‘Looks like they are heading for the Central Park Zoo…’
Against her better judgment, Sterling decided to follow the unusual progression.
Posted by sagemaster89 on Jan 29, 2009 15:37:51 GMT -6
Guest
At the Central Park, Devon finally had a chance to relax and enjoy himself for once in New York. The Sun was shining, cool breezes flowed around his body and time felt eternal while he was laying their on the ground. Lifting one leg up and folding his hands behind his head Devon slowly closed his eyes and imagined all the people in New York dropping dead. "Oh, being alone is so rewarding sometimes" he thought. Hearing noises in the bushes Devon was inquisitive whether or not to go over there. Seeing a the partial body of a young girl over the the trees he studies her for a minute.
"Whatever" he thought as he looked forward and sighed heavily. Out of nowhere, he felt a being nudge his pants. Instantly leaning up and trying to regain focus he saw a little mutant with animal like qualities. With two cat ears and a tail, the little girl screamed at Devon. "Were UMHAPI and were going to kick your~" as soon as she was about to finish a dear ran over Devon and tripped over his stomach. "What the hell" he said jumping up and said while seeing animals all around the park. Zebras and monkeys roam free along the street and nude people with body paint as animals danced around the curve.
Hearing roars and chanting Devon couldn't believe what he was witnessing. "These crazy bastards are driving me insane" he yelled. A lion ran past him and tackled a Gazelle 8ft from where Devon was standing. "Oh hell no" he said as he got up and ran. Running into the street, dodging animals left and right Devon took a spot behind a Car which he used for cover.
Seeing the feral mutants and animals walking in a strange march Devon couldn't help but wonder whats going on. Hearing a voice close near him he tuned in to the conversation, “No, UMHAPI. Union of Mutants and Humans for Animal Protection and Integration. They are an…. animal liberations” group and have been terrorizing the city for the past couple of weeks with extreme threats and demands. They some how managed to release all the animals from the Bronx zoo and have lead them to Central Park were they are apparently intending to let the animals go free.” the man said.
"Hmm UMHAPI huh, interesting, and I thought mutants were suppose to be in hiding. Looks like I was at the wrong place at the wrong time again, but what ever, guess I'll follow this parade" Devon thought with a grin. Seeing a girl walk away from a officer he walked up to her. "I guess the circus just came" he said.
Posted by brainstorm on Jan 30, 2009 22:35:02 GMT -6
Guest
Alex was driving home from a late night shopping trip when he had to slam on the brakes as a gazelle, and actual African gazelle, landed on the hood of his car and paused, staring in the window at him. Alex stared back, his mouth falling open as he tried to comprehend that there was an actual gazelle standing on hsi car...
Alex tentatively rolled down his window and leaned out. "Hey, deer. Please vacate my hood, I am holding up traffic." The deer twitched, then leapt off of the car and onto the grass by the road. Alex nodded to it. "Thanks." His jaw dropped when it replied.
"You are very welcome." It then shifted into a man wearing a loincloth with a pair of horn-antlers on his head. "To the freedom of our brethren!" He then ran off, as Alex stared after him. Alex started to drive again, but quickly swevered off the road and onto the sidewalk when an elephant walked through the space his car had been in a moment before. Alex decided it might be best if he left the car for now, seeing as how it was rather hard to dodge animals in it. Alex turned off the engine and got out, slowly making his way down the street.
People dashed past him, singing and chanting about freedom and animals. Alex steeped aside as a pair of horses ran past with a person that looked like a dog-centaur mix trailing behind them, laughing. Alex let out his breath and, activating his powers, yanked a pair of people hold signs away from a large black bear that was lumbering towards them. Both of the people turned to him and grabbed him in a hug.
"Feel the joy of our brothers freedom." Alex took a few quick step backs and said the first thing that came to his mind.
"Aren't some of them sisters too?" Both of them looked at each other, then ran over to a warthog that was wandering by. "We are sorry for ignoring your gender, our sibling. The warthog ran off, apparently as spooked as Alex felt. The two ran off to find some other bystanders to hug. Both of the strange people were male.
Alex watched them run off, them looked at the black bear, which was currently curled up on the still cooling hood of Alex's car, apparently deciding it would be a good place to take a nap. "Great, Central Park has been taken over by hippies."
Aura had gone out for a walk Aura was walking in front of the zoo when the outbreak of Animals occurred. She was curious at first about just what was going on, Zoos did not normally erupt with dozens of animals running and then she saw several of the mutants change form, she hought she finnaly understood what was going on, mutants based on animals were appearing to try and remove the animals from the zoo. The chaos looked fun, but Aura showed nothing on her face trying to appear unfazed. It was an interesting idea, but Aura quickly realized the failure in these people logic, free in NYC, what would most of them ever eat.
Aura thought about moving on until an Emu ran into her, by the time she swung her blade of pink that materilzed around her. She cut only a few tail feathers as she moved on, Her aura in full glow as She moved against some of the would be theifs and quickly found a naked man in leopard spots. SHe took a few steps circling him, and then pounced, the man moved out of her way but not before a long red cat drew it's way down the man's back, it was a shallow cut.
Letting the man, Run Aura kneeled down as what she thought was a black and white cat, robbed against her leg in a very friendly manner, Picking it up she noticed the chaos wa son the move and so, letting her aura fade to a shadow of itself she began to follow the procession, as if stalking pray with the cute bushy tailed cat on her shoulder.
She saw Brainstorm and the bear on his car hood and walked over to him from the short distance she had been. "Hey, so what brings you to this riot?" She said in a calm sweet voice, scratching what she thought was a cat on it's cheek, it was really a skunk however well trained by Zoo staff. Aura Had never encountered a skunk before and to her it just looked like cat. "Need help with that?" she said looking over to the bear her Aura beginning to grow more solid. She had always wondered what a bear might taste like/
Team Leader of the X-Men Mansion Math Teacher Japanese Language Teacher
Married to Kealey Shinbo
2,698
36
May 19, 2024 6:50:44 GMT -6
Mugen
“…” Green eyes stared at him.
“…” Shin’s eyes stared back.
“…” ‘You are having a staring contest with an ostrich’, those eyes seemed to say.
“…” And losing! Shin blinked. “Wha?” A sudden pain in the back of his head caused him to duck. “Ow! Hey! Just what is going on here?!” He turned to glare at a man in a duck costume. But not just any old duck costume… “Scrooge?”
“Donald!” The UMHAPI picketer shouted, waving his sign once more. “Don’t make me hit you again for staring at the ostrich! Those things deserve to be treated just as you or I do! With love and respect!”
“Who says I was disrespecting it by staring?”
“Oh please. Your eyes were all over her.”
“That’s… lovely…” His voice dropped. A shake of the head and a facepalm later he was walking away from the crazy person. Did they come out this time of day? Shin wondered. He’d thought they’d stuck more to night clubs and raves… what the heck was going on here?
“UMHAPI!!” A girl in a squirrel costume shouted nearby, causing him to glance up. Squirrels chattered around her, chewing on the scattered nuts. Nuts? This was nuts. Clutching his forehead, Shin staggered forward to lean against a tree. He looked up and saw some familiar faces. “H-hey…”
Was that the guy from the book store? And her… “Long time, no see. Careful with that skunk…”
Bad... very bad... horrible, a vicious animal had him cornered?! David was backed against a tree, staring straight into the eyes of a monster. The commotion around him seemed meaningless, protesters running around, other animals gone free, an exhausted and confused police officer was trying t explain everything. But he couldn't care, not in his situation.
In front of him, a seemingly innocent young Ocelot. It laid calmly in front of him, watching his every move "g- get away." David tried to squeeze out from the fear. The sweat on his face blurred his vision, he tried to wipe his eyes but it only made it worse. "I said go away!" He said a little louder, but the cat didn't seem to care. It just playfully looked at him, but David knew the truth behind those eyes. He desperately reached for something to defend himself with, but only grabbed a handful of bark from the tree, throwing the bits at it, still no reaction. "Help..." He said staring into the cats eyes, willing it to leave.
((ooc: You're all too much fun. Great idea, Sterling. Hoppin' in! *hop*
David, is it okay with you if this is set after the "Wandering" thread in our timelines?))
>> "g- get away."
Oh, how he did love it when they stuttered.
>> "I said go away!"
All this for an ocelot. An ocelot wasn't even a particularly big feline.
>> "Help..."
"I'll help you," a particularly helpful voice grackled from behind him. Should the brown haired young man--David, he happened to know--turn around, then he would find something much worse than a mere ocelot. He would find nothing short of a very large lion. Except instead of fur, this particular lion was covered in the iridescent black feathers of a crow. Its mane was as proud as ever, filled out fully in layers upon layers of the long leading feathers off a crow's wings. It had no whiskers, and its muzzle--though full of flashing white teeth, to be sure--was a strange mix of avian and feline. The teeth were fused rigidly to the edges of a large black beak; there were no lips to hide them from view. The large feline's front paws were fully a cat's, but the back paws had twisted at their ends into talons. Its tail looked something like a broom: its long black length ended in a flare of tail feathers.
At the pie shop, David here had met Caleb Swartz the goodie-goodie Mansion resident and X-Men in training; Calley.
Here and now, at this particularly charming day in Central Park, David was meeting Caleb Swartz as a Kabal member. He liked to go by Chimera, thank you. Chimera, the crow. Crow man, crow monkey, crow lion: he had rather a theme going. It was best to have a theme, when you were trying to convince everyone had you had a power quite distinct from that Mansion runt. Not even his voice was recognizable: he had crow vocal chords in his lion's throat, after all.
"I'll help you," the crow-lion repeated, with a gleeful pounce-hop closer to the man. "I'll help you to breakfast; I'll help you to lunch; I'll help you in stew and with soy sauce and punch. I'll help you--" Each repeat of 'I'll help you' carried him another hop-pounce closer. Not that he would ever, ever dream of eating David.
Mauling, though? Heh. How fast do Davids run? And was it particularly wise, to run from a crow-lion? One thing was for certain: it was not particularly wise to ask one for help. And if one is not asking a crow-lion for help, one really should be more clear about that.
Posted by brainstorm on Feb 3, 2009 1:45:41 GMT -6
Guest
Alex looked up as another person approached. It was Rena. And... she had a skunk on her shoulder. "Hey, so what brings you to this riot?" Alex gestured towards the rather large bear that had decided to start hibernating on Alex's car.
"I just couldn't bear to disturb this poor dear's nap. It need for a bed over-rode my need for a car." His voice was laced with sarcasm, but also with a bit of mirth.
"Need help with that?"
"Nah. I am just trying to find the way to get the bear off my car while not provoking it to attack me, and not hurting it too badly. It is not exactly his...or her...the bear's fault that it was dragged from whatever cage it was in and hauled down through Central Park." Alex stepped back to look at the bear. He really didn't want to rile it, but it would probably be best if he got it off his car before it settled in for a nap. Better to drive off a drowsy bear, than rouse a sleeping one.
Alex was just about to try zapping the bear, to see if it could be driven off by irritation, when a third figure approached.
"Long time, no see. Careful with that skunk…"
Alex glanced up. He recognized the guy from the bookstore, though he didn't know his name.
"Hey. Sorry, I don't think I ever caught your name. I am Alex, this is Rena, and that on the hood of the car is Smokey. I think that the skunk is Pepe LePew." Alex figured that, as the night showed no signs of becoming any less insane, he might as well go along with it. At least until the streets were clear enough for him to drive off at top speed.