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.
Mike and his grandfather sat with Daria on the benches under one of the larger trees in the yard. Daria and his grandfather each sat in a bench, and Mike floated between them, 'sitting' on the air. Mike's grandfather was handing a large manilla envelope to Daria.
"One of my couriers faxed this to my hotel this morning."
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 22, 2006 20:07:02 GMT -6
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Daria took the envelope a confused look on her face.
She opened it and pulled out the papers within. Her eyes widened and her ears flattened. Tears weeled up in her eyes. In her hand were documents stating the accusations of her musrdering her parents were lifted, the warrents revoked and she was no longer "banned" from DC. Being held responisble for her parent's murder was one of the most painful things Daria ever had to deal with. She'd committed crimes, granted but this hadn't been one of them. Daria wasn't a fugitive anymore, she was..free.
"I...." she began. Unable to find the words she stuffed the papers back into the envelop and threw her arms around Mike's grandfather. "Thank you so much."
Mr. Asters smiled as he was caught off guard by Daria. "It's the least I could do, my dear. When the law makes foolish mistakes, someone has to fix them."
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 22, 2006 20:26:49 GMT -6
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Daria pulled back knowing Mike must've told Mr. Asters about her parents. It wasn't something she had seen fit to mention, and, because he was a lawyer, she didn't want him to delve too deep and find something she'd rather have kept secret. But Mike knew..and saw to it that it was fixed. She turned to him.
"Thank you, too, honey" she said and kissed him on the cheek. She put the papers in her bag.
Mike just smiled. "I can't be the only lucky one for having a family that can make these things go away," he said sheepishly, slightly embarrassed.
Mr. Asters just laughed at his grandson's reaction. "I just wish your father would have the same ideas," he said, shaking his head. "This is a fine place for you to be, though, son."
"He always has. Like when he and his cousin Ronnie decided that it would be a wonderful idea to take his aunt's car for a drive, and it would be so legal since each of them had a learner's permit?"
Mike never got a chance to answer. As he was about to reply, a wind began to pick up around them. THe wind got stronger, and louder, until it was soon obvious that it wasn't wind, but air blown from a hellicopter propeller.
Across the lawn, near the front door, a black hellicopter was landing.
The hellicopter landed, and as may have been expected, General Whitmore stepped out of it, flanked by armed soldiers. THey strode purposefully toward the front door of the mansion, like men on a mission.
Hearing the helicopter, Allen looked through the window before heading to the door and out onto the lawn. Gazing around, he saw the other two students and the older ones, but was more concerned with the helicopter that just arrived. "I didn't know people came here on helicopter," he quietly said to himself as his eyes studied the flying vehicle. Watching the men come toward him, Allen waved as if trying to be friendly.