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 vampyremage on Jun 27, 2009 14:08:02 GMT -6
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Meld nodded at both Wallflower and Dead as they made it upon the next roof behind her. It seemed that neither of them would have significant problems following her across the rooftops and that could only bode well for their eventual arrival at Sanctuary. With one last glance at the two of them, she began running towards the next rooftop and took another leap, landing with a hard thud on the other side.
Meld continued running across the rooftops, looking back only occasionally to ensure that the others were still with her. Although the journey wasn't terribly long, she knew that going at this pace could be tiring for anyone less in shape than she herself was. It helped that she trained every night to ensure peak physical condition, especially cardio. Gradually the sounds of the sirens began to lessen and eventually Meld deemed it safe enough to return to the ground.
Meld looked to find a ladder the other two could climb down but, since they were only on a 2 story building at that moment, opted to to simply jump to the ground. The landing was hard but her metal feet took the majority of the impact, as she knew they would. She grinned up at the other two, feeling rather pleased with herself. They had, it seemed, successfully escaped the cops, she had done a good deed in helping Wallflower, and they were only a few minutes from returning home. All in all it had been a good day.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Jun 28, 2009 17:13:11 GMT -6
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As soon as Twyla and Dead caught up with her, Meld went running across the rooftops again. Without hesitating at all this time Twyla followed her. After her third roll after a leap Twyla decided that her bags were slowing her down and that she would have bruises the next day from the straps hitting to concrete and tar of the rooftops. It also doesn’t help that I’m obviously not as athletic as Meld, or Dead for that matter. I really should have been in track. She lamented and not for the first time that day.
The noises of the sirens and police officers had faded and despite any lack of athleticism or extra baggage, Twyla never lost sight of Meld until she seemed to have fallen from one of the roofs. No, she jumped. Twyla realized when she got to the edge and saw that Meld was grinning up at her. Metal feet must really come in handy. Crap. Twyla was very hesitant to try to copy Meld’s stunt. She threw her duffel and backpack down to the ground to judge the distance better. Definitely not something I’m gonna try. She decided. Biting her lip, Twyla looked around for another option. There was a balcony down to her right and when she saw the attached fire escape ladder she had a way down.
It’s so much easier without baggage. Twyla realized as she jumped down to the balcony and then proceeded to climb the rusty ladder down to a safe jumping distance. She collected her bags and then stood by Meld. “Is it unhealthy that I thought that was kinda fun?” She asked sheepishly, looking up at the woman. There was sweat on her face and her brown hair had escaped from its ponytail but she was smiling and if adrenaline wasn’t pumping through her veins she would probably be the most relaxed she’d been all day.
Dead waited and watched Meld run over to roofs without stopping, so he had a a good baring and that's when he stared running no more rolling he didn't have time for it, barley jumping he got from roof to roof staying a couple steps back, never letting meld out of sight but never letting her get to close where he'd get hurt at a sudden stop, as she disappeared down from the roof, he rolls, flips, and one handed stalls while upside down, on the edge of the building watching meld and WallFlower at the bottom, what he needed was either a rain gutter a ladder or a trash can. lowering his lower body to a spiderman like position on the wall, he decided to just fall and swan diving into a large trash can. "Is it unhealthy that i thought that was kinda fun?" asked WallFlower, Dead popping out of the can. "Nope, no problem its absolutely awesome, that was fun, can we do it again?" Dead climbs out of the can and walks over to the other two
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Jun 30, 2009 10:58:44 GMT -6
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Twyla watched with a mixture of confusion and fascination as Dead let himself fall from the top of the building into a trash can. I’d be way to scared to do that. Not to mention the fact that he just landed in a trash can in a big city, gross. If he landed wrong he could have seriously hurt himself–oh yeah, he doesn’t have to worry about that. I’m the most breakable person in this group, that’s comforting. Twyla realized after glancing at Meld's metal limbs.
"Nope, no problem its absolutely awesome, that was fun, can we do it again?" Dead said as he climbed out of the trash can and walked over to where Meld and Twyla were standing. You seem so qualified to answer that question, Mr. Indestructible. I've never done anything like that before. It was scary, but still really cool.Twyla thought as she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “I vote we don’t do that again, at least not under the same conditions.” Twyla strained her ears to attempt to detect any of the tell-tale signs of cops in the area. The coast sounded clear. That was kinda lucky.... Okay, so really lucky. But we’re not out of the woods yet. “So do you still know where we are, Meld?” Twyla asked as she rubbed her shoulder under her backpack strap. There’s gonna be a bruise there tomorrow. I might not be spending tomorrow on the streets. There’s no telling how many tomorrows I can spend at this Sanctuary place, but one night is way better than none.
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 2, 2009 11:56:54 GMT -6
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Meld watched as her two companions made their way onto the ground after her, her mood rapidly improving. What was not to feel good about, after all? She had helped a fellew mutant who was afraid and alone and, it seemed, had successfully escaped the cops. The sirens could only be heard distantly in the background now. She wouldn't even let Dead's presence interfere with her good mood.
"Follow me," Meld instructed the other two, turning in the direction of Sanctuary. She walked at a more serene pace now, knowing that the crisis was basically over. The remainder of the walk was quiet and uneventful, a good thing in Meld's mind. Although Wallflower had handled herself well, she wasn't sure that the girl could take much more excitement of that nature. After a short time they arrived at the golden doors of Sanctuary. "Welcome home," Meld said, with a flourish of her hand.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Jul 2, 2009 14:14:01 GMT -6
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Twyla dutifully followed Meld while keeping close watch for street signs and other landmarks so that she could get some idea of her bearings. She still didn’t know New York very well but it was good to have a general sense of her surroundings. No one said anything as they walked and Twyla was comfortable with that-- her adrenaline rush was going down and her brain was trying to process the events of the day. For a moment she felt like she was going to be sick as recent memories hit her all at once.
Oh my god. I just ran from POLICE OFFICERS. I, Twyla Ashby, shy and law-abiding Twyla Ashby just ran across rooftops to get away from the cops. She kept walking but almost stumbled when she realized this. That’s not what it felt like in the moment at all, I was just scared and had to get out of there. Oh god...what if they saw me? What if my picture ends up on the news? I’m gonna spend the rest of my life in jail and– Twyla clenched her hands so that her nails were digging into her palms. You’re gonna lose it and go camo if you keep up this thinking. You can deal with all this later. Just keep walking and everything is going to be okay. What did that last sign say? Twyla craned her head to look behind her and distracted herself the rest of the walk by reading and noting all the street and traffic signs she saw.
The distraction technique was something she had perfected her first night away from home. If she kept herself busy or distracted for long enough she could suppress any unsettling thoughts or feelings. She used it the most to keep herself from crying and it worked–she hadn’t cried once in almost seven months away from home. So Twyla distracted herself and focused on keeping her pace steady. Eventually Meld began to slow and she stopped in front of a building with large, golden doors. That’s not extravagant at all. Twyla though sarcastically. "Welcome home," Meld said while waving her hand in a grand gesture. Oh, this is the place, huh? Wow...I guess I won’t be able to lose it after all. Twyla felt a wave of relief wash over her as she took in the rest of the building. She didn’t say anything because she couldn’t think of words to describe her feelings. She just stood there with her large brown eyes wide staring at the place called Sanctuary.
"Fallow me." Meld said as Dead turned to watch her go. Well today was fun, another poster to get put up with my face on it, oh goody. Dead thought. he walked quitly listening to the street and watching his companions WallFlower seemed to be shifting moods, and even Melds mood was getting better. abriptly Meld stoped and flourished her hand. "Welcome Home." was all she said. Home hummm i haven't called anything that in a long time... Deads thoughts drifted till he realized the huge gold doors. I'v probably seen this place a hundred times, i always thought it was some snooty country club though. "Well looks comfy should be nice the gold doors are a nice... touch." said Dead not quite sure what to do. who knows who might be in there, best to keep quite till spoken to.