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.
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 22, 2006 21:15:14 GMT -6
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The helicopter landed heavily on the lawn as the pre teen students grabbed the younger children and took cover in the mansion. Alot of the older students stayed out of curiosity and hope of being part of the action. Word had spread about the first visit from the General.
Daria braced herself as the wind whipped by, she dug her claws into the wooden bench.
"Hello, General," Mike said as he approached, his eyes flaring blue. "Welcome back. Care for a drink? There's a fountain just inside the door," he said, a sarcastic smirk on his face.
Seeing Cassiel, the soldiers all reached quickly for their firearms, but the general held out a hand to stop them. The blades of the hellicopter were slowly stopping, making it easier to hear.
"There's one chance to do this the easy way, boy," he said in a low, threatening voice. "You've got a prisoner in your basement. We want her. We'll take her, you'll stand aside, and we'll leave."
Allen perked up an eyebrow and lowered his hands to his side quickly when he saw the men reaching for their weapons. He then turned to the one the General had referred to and then back with a confused look. ~Oh, boy,~ he thought to himself as he began to imagine what was about to happen.
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 22, 2006 21:23:03 GMT -6
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Daria looked to Mr. Asters. "Please, stay put Pops." she urged jumping fromm the bench and stepping cloer to Cassiel.
In Black Cat mode, her claws unsheathed, her fangs beared and her tail waving menacingly, she wanted to make it clear that they weren't getting past her without a fight.
Mr. Asters stepped up, regardless of what Daria said.
As he stepped forward, he had a full look of authority, even though the soldiers with guns were in front of him, not backing him up.
"Son, I don't know who you think you are, but I'm Judge Robert Asters, of the Federal Court of Appeals. I don't know what law you think you work under, but you can't come barging in somewhere with guns, let alone into a school. I suggest you leave."
Mike looked back at his grandfather, motioning for him to back up, a worried look on his face. Why did Tricity have to be off the campus now... really, why?
"You don't know who you're dealing with, 'Mr. Judge.' I suggest you do what these kids are suggesting. There's a criminal here, and they should know better than to deny her to me."
His eyes fell on Daria, narrowing. "Do I know you? What's your name, girl?"
Allen blinked a couple times when he heard a voice in his mind that wasn't his own, but tried not to look startled. Instead he began to really start to think about what he was going to do. Looking down at his hands, he knew he'd need something to help him fight. Licking his tongue across his teeth, he looked back up at the trespassers. ~Business?~ he thought to himself. ~Hopefully not the kind I'm thinking of. But just in case,~ he clenched his fists by his side, ~I'm ready.~
Seeing the men advance, he felt a rush of adrenaline flow through him and growled at them, feeling his voice change to that of a grown cheetah. Allen rapidly formed himself into a cheetah, first changing his face into a yellw fur covered mask with black dots all over himself and extremily sharp canines. The fur stretched down to his arms, altering his body's shape as it moved with amazing speed and changed his hands into cat-like paws with amazingly sharp nails themselves. The fur continued quickly down his body, changing him and his clothes into the body structure of a cheetah with a lashing tail.
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 22, 2006 21:51:18 GMT -6
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I mean business too she thought back but wasnt actually sure. She wanted to do her part, she was appreciative of Tricity and the school but she wasn't sure what exactly what she could do. She couldn't blast people or make them stop wiht her mind. She was almost useless.
Still she hissed menacingly and snapped her tail as the soldier approached. they stopped for a minute out of shock rasing their guns. She narrowed her eyes as they circled around her. She moved close aiming a high 'ax kick' towards his head. He barley dodged-Daria was a bit off; lost in her thoughts- and took the blow to the shoulder. He shot and Daria teleported immediatly so that the bullet missed hit a tree. But she reappeared in the same place. Before she could do anything the oehter soldier grabbed nar arms and the first one rose to help.
She squirmed and hissed but to no avail. Her mind wasn't clear and she was as a disadvantage.
What were you thinking? Stupid kitty she thought disdainfully at herself.
Mike's power lashed out as he saw the soldiers take Daria.
"Didn't you learn your lessons last time, you fools!" he shouted. One of the soldiers clutched his throat as a telekinetic blast crushed his windpipe, the other staggered backwards as his own gun arm snapped back, shooting himself in the mouth.
Enraged, Michael turned toward the General and his other five men, his grandfather watching in horrified awe.