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.
The pilot was, indeed, startled. Unfortunately, the sad fact of the matter was that Daria was still on the outside of the helicopter, and when the pilot jerked the helicopter to the right out of reflex and panic, Daria was thrown free from the tenuous handhold she had.
Free fall does, indeed, allow for time to think. The Mansion grew closer as the helicopter grew more distant. Daria could teleport back to the mansion, or back to the helicopter and hope for a better result. A second teleport of such a great distance, however, was straining her already taxed powers. Whichever choice she made, it would be the last teleport she made.
And as she thought this, she felt a faint, familiar presence reappearing, seemingly coming from the direction of the wing of the mansion the infirmary was in.
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 23, 2006 20:32:32 GMT -6
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Daria had been weaker than she realized and hadn't had time to brace hold on. The fall was happening so fast and she was still so dizzy from her previous faint and from her frenzy that she couldn't think straight. Instinct took over and she teleported back to the lawn near her the bench on which she, Mike, and Judge asters had been in just hours before.
She teleported to the grassy area and immediatly passed out. A near by student and some friends quickly helped her to the infirmary.
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 26, 2006 17:25:54 GMT -6
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Daria pulled her jaguar up to the back of the mansion. In the passenger seat she had a brown box, unmarked and sealed tight. She was on her cell phone
"Yeah, I just picked up the package, thank you so much I really appreciate it.....Yeah, a few close calls definitly. Well it won't solve the problem, no but it'll help." She parked and said goodbye to the other party before calling Mike.
"Hey, babe, it's me. Can you come down and meet me? I'm in the back yard and I gotta present for you"
Mike arrived in the Front yard a while later, after looking all over the back yard for Daria and eventually feeling for her mind to find her waiting in the front yard.
He couldn't help smiling as he walked around the building and saw her. "Hey babe. 'Back yard,' huh?" he grinned.
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 26, 2006 17:36:02 GMT -6
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"Back yard, front yard, you're psychic, I knew you'd figure it out" she waved her hand to dismiss the thought. "Anyways I was so excited that I forgot where I was. I'm surprised I even made it here."
She pulled the box from the car and started to set it on the hood but thoguht too much of the paint job and just handed it to Mike.
"It's a new model and hasn't been tested for all the kinks so no one is charging you."
"Oh my..." Mike's jaw dropped. "You are an angel," Mike said, awestruck as he examined the headset. It was thing enough to not be bulky, although he'd still draw odd looks wearing it in public. Time to get some hats, I guess. Small price to pay.
He hugged her, still grinning. "Thank you so much."
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 26, 2006 17:44:26 GMT -6
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Daria grinned back, happy that he was happy.
"Well, hey don't thank me too soon. I've tested stuff from the government before and it's not the surest thing. It's about 90% effective and all it does is keep the present state of you mind. So it keeps a sane person sane, a crazy person crazy and an empathetic telekinetic...well..you get the point."
Michael tried it on, checking how it fit, then looked it again. "90% chance of not falling over with my brain on fire is better than 100% chance of it happening." Deciding he didn't have anything else to look at, he looked back at her, frowning slightly. "My father's reacing as expected, too."
"Well, I called him and found out that the police had contacted him when the report was made last night. So he hollered at me a little, I hollered back, he called me a freak who's ruining our family, I called him a heartless bastard who only cared about himself, we hollered some more, my mom picked up the other phone and said that we were making Sarah cry and started hollering herself, so I started hollering at my father about THAT..." he took a deep breath. THis was a long sentence. "...THen my brother started hollering in the background just so he wouldn't feel left out. I put them all on hold about then, picked back up ten minutes later and they were still hollering. I hung up, called back and told him to leave me a voicemail with the day of the funeral."
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 26, 2006 18:03:31 GMT -6
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Daria listened, her ears twitching every now and then. When he was finished she laughed heartily.
"You're family is crazy!" she smiled. "I told you this already, I still want to go with you to the funeral...to pay my respects" she looked downward. Like Mike, she felt a bit responsible for what had happened to Judge Asters.
Michael nodded. "And I'd love for you to come with me. Like I said before... I'm not staying in that house, so we can figure out what to do about a hotel once we know when the funeral will be."
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 26, 2006 18:23:08 GMT -6
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"Oh cool, a hotel. I always wanted to stay at one with a huge bed and fluffy robes and use room service... to order pizza." Her eyes lit up with child like excitement as her ears twitched. It took an interesting spin on her punk-rock appearance. The heavy j-rock boots, baggy pants and piercings meant nothing now.
"Columbus," Mike said, rolling his eyes. "Dad worked all over, but that's always where he came back to." He thought a minute, then grinned. "I think I know just the place, too. Room service and fluffy robes... have to make sure they haven't changed."
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 26, 2006 18:34:20 GMT -6
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Daria grinned wider. "Yay!" she jumped and squealed. taking her keys out the ignition she checked her watch. It was still very early- she had woken up at four in the morning to pick up her package discreetly.