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.
(OOC: This is an idea I had for an IC newspaper that will report on the affects that ripple out from some of our various threads. The main focus will be how New Yorkers view mutants due to recent events and things like that. So without further ado, I introduce to you the...)
New York Inquisitor
"Mysterious Traffic Problems & Damage Near Mutant School"
By Samuel Goodwin
New York City is known for its architecture, its pizza, its hot dogs, and its congested roadways. On a good way the New York City roadways can be difficult to navigate but on November 27th there was more than the normal ammount of traffic issues. Responding to an anonymous trip that reported loud noises similar to those heard in a good Hollywood battle scene, police arrived to find the road torn up, power lines down, and two of the walls on the Xavier Sister School property damaged. With no evidence around as to what could have caused the damage, road crews were called in to begin immediate repairs. Though they county workers responded much quicker than usual, traffic was still a mess for several days afterwards. Police investigated the cause of the damage but were unable to find any solid leads. The Xavier School has declined to comment or answer any questions that we or the police have put their way. Does this indicate a simple desire to remain uninvolved or does it reveal something far more sinister? I leave that to you, the reader, to decide.
The stars were out in force this February 13th as all of New York City's finest celebrities gathered at the "Humante Treatment For Mutants & Humans Alike" Valentine's Eve Ball. Everyone came out to show their support for an organization that reaches out to help the suffering and poverty that plagues both human and mutant alike.
Those present included national celebrities like Donald Trump, local celebrities such as playboy Luke Jacobs and heiress Jaxon Kane, as well as mutant celebrities like playboy Cold Steel and of course no one could miss the infamous Isabel Duskmoor.
If an event like this ball, supporting such a wonderful charity organization could unite so many different individuals then perhaps down the road mutants and humans that were once bitter rivals could set aside their difference and join in peace for the greater good. I leave you with that hopeful thought.
*All views and opinions may or may not be supported by the new york inquistor.
A Tip From Mythology
Dearest Pathetic mortals.
When the Greeks came across powerful men they called them Gods. When the Norse crossed the mighty Odin they trembled. The Roman's,The Mayan's, The Aztec,The Incans, any Ancient Culture with any sense new to refer to mutants by their proper name. Gods! Ye fools how your blasphemy burns against my flesh. YOur days and nights of decodant ignorance are numbered.
I think it is high time that you learn your place; you may consider this your first and only warning, that in time you will and are being replaced. You see your frail disposition puts you in a poor place to maintain your current standing in the food chain. You see your technologies allow you to rob beasts such as lions, tigers and bears of their proper dominance over you. Where as my people could easily and do dispose of any threat. Your time is nigh and the reasons why are vast, the tip of the iceberg being your simple minds. Look at this way, you had a good run, but there is no second place in this little game, there is only one top and you are no longer on it.
Mutants unite and dominate! We lay here and stare up at nothing as a people; I chastise you only because this world beckons us to take what is rightfully ours. When all it takes is a simple look around to realize we are not seizing the day. To those of you who remain “moral” I say this. Ask the cattle at the slaughterhouse what rights the humans left them ask the buffalo what rights the natives left them. They were efficient but they spent the buffalo to their last. These humans beg and plead for something that they have offered none of the creatures that they managed to surpass and here some of you stand idle wondering if it is right. Not only is it right but is natural. Do the cattle beckon to the grass if it may eat of it this day? No. Nor shall we sit and contemplate the human’s wants or needs. They are fodder. They are servants at their best and fullest potential.
Rise and take what is yours. I beseech you to see the future of our people if you lay idle. Do you think the registration act of two thousand and eight is their last attempt usurp or rights? No it is simply their latest. Our children, our heirs, deserve a better world to inherit. Shall we welcome them to a world that weaklings rule? Shall we introduce them to blind and ignorant hatred? Shall we usher them into the dark and let the humans keep them blind as they have us now? It is your duty, nay it is your privilege to pave the way to a world that is worthy of them. Let the X-gene unite us and ignite a revolution worthy of our kind. It isn't the dna of men, but the dna of Gods that run in your veins.
Helicopter Crash In Central Park Mutant Heroes Or Mutant Terrorists?
By Jackson Dewey
A little over a week ago in Central Park, tragedy struck as a helicopter carrying a pilot, co-pilot, and four passengers were brought to the ground by inclement weather. Investigators have reported that lightening struck the helicopter, frying the controls and making it impossible for them to make a controlled descent. The helicopter slammed into the ground and flame began to flicker along differents parts. However, just when all hope seemed lost, help arrived in the form of some very powerful mutants. One that seemed the most interested in saving the lives of innocent people actually bit through the door hinges in order to get inside. The injured were taken away to the hospital and by some miracle no one died, however the story doesn't end there.
There was more than just one mutant present at the site of the crash. A police officer that requested to keep their identity a secret reported that the officers on the scene also spoke with a young woman that claimed to be an air elemental. Though she claimed to have nothing to do with it it has come to this reporters attention via confidential informant that she was scene waving her arms in perfect time to the lightning that was lancing through the sky. Was it all a coincidence or could it be an act of mutant terrorism? I leave it for you the reader to decide.
[picture: an irritated man in a white lab coat stands in front of the new welcoming sign at the Mondragon Labs Medical research complex]
Caption: Doctor James Ingram, the mind behind the heart.
2 May 2009
Samantha Ricci, AP — As I walk through the main complex of Mondragon Labs, I have to wonder who would be more at home in these modern labyrinthine halls: Isaac Asimov, or David Bowie. I lost all sense of direction three turns after leaving the main desk. My guide, Melissa Rivers, seems amused; “You get used to it,” she laughs, the clear sound punctuated by the staccato steps of her professional heels. “The trick is to follow your nose.” We pass a staff longue; the rich smell of coffee wafts out into the halls. That, Ms. Rivers tells me, means we just have to take a right up ahead.
Mondragon Labs is an outsider to the medical community. Founded in 2007 as a private research and development company, it hasn’t made any waves with its innovations. Perhaps that’s why yesterday’s announcement hit the international community like a tsunami. Beyond the right is a left, then through a metal door that looks exactly like every other one we’ve past. The two guards stationed outside of it add another name to my list: Asimov, Bowie, or Rambo. One of them politely holds the door as we go inside.
The man waiting for me is nothing like I expected. I watch for fifteen minutes as he works on another project. Finally, Doctor James Ingram looks up long enough to acknowledge Ms. River and I. “So you’re the reporter who’s booked an hour of my time. You’ve got five minutes and—” he looks at the timer attached to one of his experiments—“twenty-nine seconds.”
Doctor Ingram’s answers are curt and succinct. What I find more interesting than his words is the way his eyes constantly roam over his laboratory as we speak. I think to myself, ‘This is the boy who thought he was too smart for friends all through high school’. Here he sits, clearly impatient to have done with me. It strikes me mid-way through a question, the words suddenly pausing in my throat: I want to leave, every bit as much as he wants me gone. Time is valuable to this man. It’s clear that he views me as a waste of that. And, all pride aside, I have to agree. In the two years since Mondragon Labs opened, this abrupt gray-haired man has created a medical miracle. Who knows what these five minutes are costing. The cure for cancer? The answer to Parkinson’s? I cut my questions short. Melissa Rivers promises me that a press photo will be delivered to me later in the day. “He has to take a break sometime,” she smiles. I have to wonder if that’s true. I’m out of Doctor Ingram’s private lab in four minutes and—I glance at my watch—seventeen seconds.
Doctor James Ingram has done what more renowned researchers haven’t dared to even attempt: he has pioneered cellular cloning techniques capable of creating a healthy human heart. If approved by the FDA over the course of coming studies, his technique could make the difference between life and death for the thousands waiting on the transplant list. Before the successful creation of the heart, I’m told, Doctor Ingram experimented on replicating blood samples. In theory, the techniques he created could work with any cell in the body. It’s hard to miss the promise for a better future being stated at Mondragon. The company’s new CEO, a surprisingly young man by the name of Caleb Swartz, has given the company a new direction. I saw them installing the new sign on my way in: rather than Mondragon Labs, this complex is now Mondragon Labs Medical.
We leave the smell of coffee behind us, and approach a blend of lunchtime smells: the staff canteen. That means we’re close to the front desk, I realize. Maybe things here really are simpler than they seem. You just need to know the trick. I shake hands with Melissa Rivers at the doorway. I pause for a moment, watching the new sign as it’s raised into place above my head. “Mondragon Labs Medical”. It’s a warm spring day. Elsewhere in the grounds, bland gray concrete paving is being torn up; young trees, their roots wrapped in canvas bundles, wait nearby to be planted. Everything around me says the same thing, as bluntly as Doctor Ingram’s own answers: this is just the beginning.
On Friday, what started as a simple bus fire blossomed into the scene of true mayhem. One calamity piled atop the next in a series of events so fantastic that it's hard to imagine. Broken glass, fire, sparking electrical wires, and a concrete cave-in, from the ashes of these dangers the true villain appeared.
"Some say it came out of the hole in the street, some say it just appeared." Oliva, mother of two and eyewitness, babbled excitedly from behind her 'I believe' poster. "Nobody knows where it came from. It was just there. An actual unicorn! In New York!"
From various eyewitnesses the tale takes a more chilling turn. Allegedly on the back of a white horse that sported one horn was an unnamed girl, one of the relief workers spotted early on the scene when the calamity was but a single tragedy. She was reported to be in poor condition, her blood smeared across the coat and muzzle of the supposedly helpful creature. The two left the scene unmolested, the girl as pale as the horned horse she rode out on.
Rescue workers at the scene of Friday's Time's Square cave-in report that something ate away at the foundations of the road from beneath the street causing the one bus, one car and two ambulance pile up to be swallowed whole into the septic system. Barring the many flubs by city officials, the damage to the street was a most interesting development that hindered the lucrative Time's Square commerce for several days during it's inspection and repair.
"It was like the support system was just poof, gone. Like Magic." John, 32 year old Fire Fighter and total hunk reported. "If I didn't know better I'd say something ate it away very, very fast."
Who was the victim of the freshly released horror? And when will the Unicorn, no doubt driven mad by it's time trapped in Manhattan's sewers, strike again?
Beware, faithful readers. We've all feared the alligators known to roam the sewers, but what the people of New York may not know is that there is more than one kind of menace beneath the bowels of Manhattan.
Today the NYPD announced the capture of the alleged murderer of a young woman that had shocked the public in the last week (please see issue 127 "Killer on the loose"). Seargeant Gordon praised the members of the investigation team for finding DNA evidence linking the known molester to the scene of the brutal crime. The comissioner literally said: "It only took a quick scan through our database to get the bastard. He hadn't even bothered to get rid of the bloody clothes." In light of the evidence the accused immedeately confessed to committing the crime. All of New York now eagerly awaits the trial of the man who will remain in public memory as the "Butcher in Backalleys". The only questions one might ask is, whether new DNA evidence after weeks of clueless searching by the police could not have been found earlier and therefore the woman spared of her untimely death. The Commissioner refused to comment on the matter. For the NYI Hellen Brown [/color]
Yesterday the NYPD released a statement concerning a string of assaults against a variety of retailers over the past few days. Evidence at each of the attacks has suggested the culprit to be none other than New York's own Isabel Duskmoor, a known mutant with a history of violent homicides.
Police were initially unable to provide any logical motive for Ms. Duskmoor's latest onslaughts of arsonist activity against both small and large businesses; little or no money was ever reported missing from safes or registers and the fires left behind invariably left few traces aside from the bone generated weapons Ms. Duskmoor is fond of using.
However police apparently received an anonymous tip earlier in the week which provided them with an unlikely, yet plausible, motivation for the killers latest crimes. Police investigated the lead and found that each store had in stock a somewhat risqué poster colloquially named 'Bone Bikini Babe'. Although we are unable to reproduce the image due to copyright reasons we can confirm that the subject of the poster is none other than Ms. Duskmoor herself who, judging by her actions, had not intended the image to become public.
In the press release previously mentioned police primarily advised other retailers against carrying the posters, however when asked if sale of the item would be banned or prohibited in any way the general response was that such an action was unlikely, however should Ms. Duskmoor wish to lodge a formal complaint in person the police would be all too happy to do their duty.
As a final note, online retailers such as Emazon and Abay reported that sales of the 'Bone Bikini Babe' for the NY area had soared in the hours following the NYPD press release.
It would appear that the NYPD are not the only ones interested in Ms. Duskmoor.
The police responded to a 911 call at local plant store, “The Flower Peddlers” late last night. The anonymous phone call originated in the shop itself and was cut short by an unexpected explosion. When officers arrived on scene, there were several mutants lurking nearby.
Three customers visiting the shop were killed, apparently in the explosion and one more was treated at the hospital for smoke inhalation and minor injuries.
The family owned shop located on the 800 block of W 49th Street had been in business for two and a half years and was known for delivering beautiful bouquets of freshly cut flowers anywhere in the city. Since moving to New York, the young entrepreneurs were well known locally for their friendly service.
Arson is suspected to be a cause of the explosion and anyone with information regarding this incident is asked to phone police.
Posted by Martin Stein on Sept 17, 2010 7:51:25 GMT -6
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Dead Man found in River
The body of a black male was recovered this morning by fishermen on the [river]. A murder investigation has been opened by the NYPD looking into the cause of this most unusual bycatch. While our sources in the NYPD claim the yet unidentified male to be another victim of gang violence dumped into the river that flows through several of the most highly dangerous blocks of the city. One of the two Fisherman claims differently though, stating that it looked mutilated and “'tis was no gang bangers job.” As one of them told our reporter this morning. We will of course follow up on the case for you. The NYPD refuses yet again to give any official statement on the matter. rm
They thought it was going to be just your average introductory class. They thought it would be a typical lecture, your typical fare, typical in every way. Typically, the students of Professor Victor Pickard’s “Intro to Media Studies” class were dead wrong. Ten minutes into the second lecture of the week, Pickard made an announcement that sent titters through the crowd. They had a visitor. To everyone's amazement, the Daily Show comedian, Jon Stewart, dressed in a tweed professor's jacket, pipe in-hand, stepped through the side-door, up to the lectern.
According to Pickard, Stewart's production company got in contact with him about letting the comedian guest speak for his 9:30 class a.m. class, and recording the entire thing. Jon Stewart is scheduled to appear in an upcoming interview with Oprah Winfrey. The company was looking for a funny video for him to bring with him, onto the show. Stewart is planning to speak on Oprah about his new book, Earth: A Visitor’s Guide to the Human Race.
“I thought it would be a tremendous opportunity for the students,” said Pickard. “We had discussed The Daily Show’s approach to the news in our first class, and so the timing could not have been better.”
In the clip, recently aired on Oprah Winfrey Show, students are shocked, then surprised, then overjoyed once they realize what's happening. One student, Tetsuya Shinbo, was quoted as saying this: "It was all so amazing. He just popped up there, and I stopped napping. Everyone was hooting and hollering. I thought class was over. When I saw Jon, I knew, class wasn't over. It was just amazing."
One at the lectern, Stewart spent 40 minutes answering questions related to the Daily Show, how it chooses what to parody, Stewart's favorite comedians, and where he gets his news (“mostly from the tickers on the tops of cabs” was his response).
Near the lecture's end, Stewart had yet another shocking revelation! The clip was slated to appear on television! The Oprah Winfrey show, no less! Pausing, he referred to one of Ms. Winfrey's noteworthy recent surprises, in which she gave her studio audience the gift of one trip to Australia. He was quiet one second, then stared at them. “Today you’re not getting anything close to that,” he said. His gift, some might argue better, though those would be the book-lovers among us all. Teaching assistants handed out gifts of Stewart's most recent book. The students, they were pleased.
A strange incident occurred Thursday night in a parking lot.
The night shift manager found that twelve cars of different brands and sizes were painted in a cryptic way. All vehicles had the same shade of pink, the culprit managed to fool the eye in an unusual way, as the car seemed to be covered with fabric. Research continues on the scene and the twelve vehicles withhope of finding some trace of the culprit. Police still investigate the identified technique used for this act of vandalism.
Several witnesses reported a small green creature lurking around the area of Central Park. Many claimed that the creature is extremely aggressive and despite its short stature it is a treat that need to be eradicated. Some of the witnesses even claimed that it have mesmerizing psychic abilities. So far these reports had been dismissed as an urban legend but a recent amateur photographer captured a clear image of the specimen which clearly shows its characteristics. The picture is already circulating around many blogs and sites on the Internet. The image shows a green humanoid with round bald head. Its distinctive features are its pointy hears and big yellow eyes.
While some insists that it is an alien life form, the most conservative claims that the creature's appearance coincides with a new species of primate found by Professor Matthew Harlow in the Appalachian Mountains. Unfortunately, the professor died in a tragic accident in which the creature escaped. Despite the quick response of the authorities, the creature´s current location is unknown.
Can it be a visitor from another planet? Or simply a new species waiting to be discovered?