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.
Meld's analogy of humans as dogs seemed to make sense, but Ahorta must be one of those little kids that are scared to death of dogs and would rather eat them for dinner than give them table scraps. "Dogs are a lot less violent than humans, and they can be trained. Humans tend to rebel, it's human nature. One day they may learn... Shock collars always seemed to work on dogs, but that memory sounded awefully like the origins of the shock collar used in the registration camps and that did not turn out too well. Every slave country somehow rebelled, the Isrealites against the Egyptians, Blacks in America, Mutants in camps. Trying to keep humans on a leash never worked out that well, even the most obient dog knows how to bite.
Immediately after her comment on a possible relationship between the two, both Meld and Predator jumped to defend their title. She did not expect such a rush to deny a date, although her lack of social skills tended to give her the wrong impressions of quite obvious occurrances. "Thank you for the invitation. I don't mean to be snoopy, but are these organizations hard to find? Or are they like gangs, where you can recognize them by a tattoo or fashion statement?" Ahorta had heard on the news about these mutants who fought for mutant domination, but if the cops could not track them down, what the hell gave her the impression that she could? However, she kept an eye open, her criminal record pretty much made it impossible for her to mix with the modern world and she needed a few mutants that would not see her as a danger. Even a friend was impossible for her to find.
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 13, 2009 21:57:03 GMT -6
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Yes, one by one is impossible. Twenty by twenty, however, sounds a bit more promising."
Meld couldn't' help but laugh at Predator's words. They were a little bloodthirsty for her tastes, believing that violence had its place, certainly, but it was not always the solution, but it did appeal to her sense of humor. "You do things your way and I'll do things my way. Hopefully between our two ideologies and actions something will come of it and a new era of mutant prosperity will result."
"I believe its all in how you train and control humans," Meld replied to Ahorta. "You have to make them believe that they still hold some semblance of control, even though in truth they do not. Eliminate the most dangerous ones while controlling the masses through subtle means. Reward is a far more powerful incentive than punishment, when used correctly."
Meld was happy both to be getting some food after all, today, and to be getting it with two rather interesting mutants. Their methods may have been somewhat less discriminating than her own, but they certainly had their hearts i the right places and it gave her hope.
Thinking about what places were nearby to eat, Predator barely heard the rest of Meld's and Ahorta's words. There was a nice chinese place down the street, as well as an amazing pizza parlour a few blocks over. There was a restaruant, however, that was owned and operated by a mutant with a very unique mutation. George, or Jo, as his friends call him, was a master chef. Even if he had never heard of it before, he could make you any dish, in about five minutes, and it would be the best you ever had.
"Well, I know a place about a minute or so away that I am absolutely sure you galls will love. It has a particular surprise to it about the first time, so I won't say anything more."
Ahorta enjoyed both of their imputs on humans. It seemed hard to run into someone with the same views as she had. Most people wouldn't talk to her in the first place and if they did, it was a talk about how mutants should be controlled. Humans needed to be controlled, not mutants. "I like where you're going with that thought. Kill the worst and use them as a lesson to the ones who may have thoughts of rebelling," she agreed with Meld. However, her job on this Earth was to make sure she was safe, she could care less about any humans and she did not have any pity for humans. She would put them down if they bit her.
The sound of a surprise did not really settle with the paranoid schizophrenic. She was not a fan of surprises. Most surprises meant pills, shots, or some form of control that she did not want, just like those stupid mental institution people who just wanted her to follow their every command. "A surprise? What kind of a surprise?" She did not want to be a party pooper, but at the mere sound of not knowing what was to come when she entered the restaraunt, she was already uncomfortable and had to focus on her breathing to calm down. The last thing she wanted to have right now amongst these mutants that shared her beliefs was a panic attack.
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 17, 2009 2:37:37 GMT -6
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Meld was mildly curious about the surprise that Predator mentioned, unsure exactly what such an individual would consider to be a pleasant surprise but mostly she was just looking forward to being able to catch a bite to eat. She still didn't know the city all that well, especially which places were good to eat and which were, mostly given her tendency to be out later than any respectable place was open, but if this place was as good as her companion seemed to think it was then she would definitely commit it to memory.
Meld wondered how these two would do as members of The Order. For that matter, she still wondered exactly how one was recruited to the order. Aura had recruited her but she had been specifically told not to tel anyone about the organization so obviously she was not free to do likewise, at least not until she had properly proven herself. But she was fairly certain that inviting them to Sanctuary was well within her rights to do and possible even encouraged to do.
"I like the way both of you think," she spoke honestly. "If either of you ever have any problems, with humans or otherwise, I know of a place of safety in which I am sure each of you would be most welcome within. Its a sort of shelter for mutants and I myself live there. Just something to consider if you ever find yourself needing a little extra help or a place to stay."
Posted by predator on Jun 17, 2009 10:19:59 GMT -6
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"A surprise? What kind of a surprise?" Ahorta almost seemed to be hyperventilating, and Predator wondered what was wrong with her.
Many mutants had psychological problems, usually from the camps. I mean, Predator himself wasn't exactly fond of needles or fire, and if you knew about his traumatic experiences at the camps you would certainly understand. Still smiling slightly, Predator said, "Well if I told you what it was it wouldn't be much of a surprise, now would it? Still, I can assure you that it will be a pleasant one."
"I like the way both of you think. If either of you ever have any problems, with humans or otherwise, I know of a place of safety in which I am sure each of you would be most welcome within. Its a sort of shelter for mutants and I myself live there. Just something to consider if you ever find yourself needing a little extra help or a place to stay."
Predator was well off, when it came to his lodgings, but it was enevitable that he would one day have to move to another location. When that day came, he might consider the place Meld mentioned. He was curious, however, as the way meld spoke implied something more than what was obvious. He would have to look into that.
Even though Predator assured her that it was a pleasant surprise, Ahorta had her suspicions. What could you expect from a paranoid schizophrenic? These were the kind of mutants that she agreed with, the most rare of the inhabitants of New York City, the last thing that she wanted was to scare them off like she would scare off everybody else. Trying to hold her composure and keep her voice steady, she again spoke "Can you just tell me the surprise and don't tell Meld? I don't do too well with surprises," she asked like a child in line at the Haunted House. Usually when someone surprised her or scared her, they'd end up at a morgue and she liked these two too much to accidently kill them.
Meld moved on to speak of a place that offered help and a bit of anti-human beliefs that was in town. "Uh, I would like to hear more about this. I am staying at the Sanctuary, I just heard of that place so I can sleep there. Is there another in town?" Obviously, Ahorta did not know about the Order that made their home at the Sanctuary, but Isabel's assurance that the Sanctuary would protect mutants from the law gave her some curiousity. But curiousity killed the cat.
Posted by vampyremage on Jun 27, 2009 18:14:39 GMT -6
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Meld couldn't help but give Ahorta a bit of a strange look at the way she was reacting to the prospect of a surprise. She had known people in the past who had a rather twisted version of what a "good" surprise was but she didn't think that Predator was one of those types. Or rather, she didn't think he was one of those types when it came to mutants anyway and she was perfectly fine with that. Sometimes humans needed a little cruel toying with, if only to bring them back down to earth.
"I don't think you need to worry Ahorta," Meld smiled at her trying to appear friendly and knowing that she was probably failing. She always seemed to fail. For some inexplicable reason everyone, mutant and human alike, seemed to find her intimidating. Of course, Predator seemed to be one of the few exceptions, based upon their last meeting, possibly because he was just as dangerous as she was in his own way. She hope Ahorta would be able to see beyond the assumptions people normally made about her.
Meld was surprised to hear that Ahorta, as well, was staying at Sanctuary. She had never seen the other woman around before, but that was probably due to her rather unusual sleeping patterns. "Actually I was speaking of Sanctuary. I've been staying there since I got to this city. It helped me out when I needed the help and it has continued to be an excellent place of refuge."
Posted by predator on Jun 27, 2009 18:28:51 GMT -6
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"Can you just tell me the surprise and don't tell Meld? I don't do too well with surprises." Ahorta really seemed to be going postal about the idea of a surprise, even if it was a pleasant one. Predator relented, and, holding his hand to his mouth to deflect the sound away from Meld, He said "The chef is a mutant with a very special power. Trust me, everything else will seem like ametuer work after tasting his food."
Meld's surprise was evident on her face when Ahorta mentioned the sanctuary. "Actually I was speaking of Sanctuary. I've been staying there since I got to this city. It helped me out when I needed the help and it has continued to be an excellent place of refuge."
The sanctuary! That was the word that had been edging on the fringe of Predator's mind from when they started talking about hideouts and places to stay. That name had floated around a bit on the underground airwaves, usually with mutant affilliates attached. Predator said nothing on the matter, however, except "Shall we?"
Meld generally seemed to want to help Ahorta calm down, then again, anyone that knew what would happen when Ahorta was not calm tried their hardest to keep her from panicking. Then again, Ahorta never knew she had a problem, she was perfectly normal in her own perspective and anyone that called her insane was the one with a problem. "I'm fine, I just don't much like surprises," she sighed. A surprise in Ahorta's eyes was a giant spider coming out of her food bowl and injecting her with some kind of poison through the use of an unsterilized needle, but she kept that thought to herself.
"I have not seen you at the Sanctuary, but I only just moved in. Pain is all that has occurred outside of those walls, but the real problem is not why some pious, humble, believing people suffer, but why some do not," she knew it did not flow that well, but her compulsion to quote something had taken over. Trying her best to mix it in with what she was saying, she spoke up again "It's safe, I don't get hurt there. This group of warriors, for lack of words, are they reachable?" It wasn't like maybe they had a cell phone that she could reach them on, but Ahorta didn't own a cell phone, the government could track it.
To signal that she understood that she need not worry about the surprise, for it was just good food, she winked at Predator. It was a dumb thing to do, but she was socially disadvantaged. "OK," she nodded, walking into the place. The host asked her how many people in the party and Ahorta froze, not wishing to talk to him, he was not trustworthy. Instead, she waited off to the side, staring at the host.
Posted by predator on Jun 28, 2009 22:27:49 GMT -6
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The talk of Warriors and sanctaries and the like filtered through Predator's brain, but he wasn't really paying attention. He was sure that, when the time came, he would find these people and see what they were really about. For now, he concerned himself with food.
"Three, Jo. I still got credit, right?" Jo smiled, spinning an unbaked pizza crust on his hand. "Yes, Looi, ya do." Jo was one of the few people who knew, much less used, Predator's real name. In fact, Jo was the only one left alive.
Jo led them to a circular table, and pulled out a pad to take their orders. "I'll have a mandarin chicken, with a side of brown rice and peas. Also, can you get me a bottle of your homebrew?" Jo then turned to the ladies.
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Meld nodded sadly at Ahorta's words, agreeing with her. "It is unfortunate that the world works that way. The only thing I can offer is that I believe that it can be changed. Sanctuary provides a place of safety for mutants everywhere and that is a wonderful thing. But sometimes we have to exit its golden doors and enter the world at large, as frightening and dangerous as it might be, and actually try to make a difference. Because I believe that making a difference is possible. It might not be easy and there are almost certainly going to be casualties on both sides, but it is possible." Of course, her difference primarily had to do with ensuring mutants took their rightful place on the top of the food chain, so to speak, but everyone had to have a cause.
Meld became quiet as Predator spoke to the owner of the establishment and they were led to a table. She took a moment to look over the menu and ordered some food as she considered what, exactly, she could tell them about The Order. "I can't say much," she finally spoke once the waitor had gone. "I'll see what I can do about speaking to those individuals who have the final say as to who becomes involved and who doesn't. That's all I can offer to do for now." She smiled at both of them, hoping that they would understand. She was a jr member and simply didn't have the autority to tell anyone about The Order, let alone recruit new members. That would hopefilly change with time, but these things didn't happen overnight.
Even though Meld understood what horrors lurked past the golden doors, Ahorta did not believe she saw everyone for who they truly were. As they spoke, there were spiders, worms, sluts, needles, government agents and all sorts of diseased and disgusting creatures that were slithering around them. It seemed that only a select few did not appear gross to her; Meld and Predator were the lucky ones. "They saw the best way to get over your fear is to face it, but the more I spend with the lesser of our species, the more I hate and fear them for their stupidity," she growled.
The name Looi struck her as weird. Looi? Luigi? The lou? Oh well, it was best to call him Predator. Grabbing the menu, she looked up and down at everything and ordered a water and white rice, that was it. No soy sauce, no meat, nothing what-so-ever but water and plain rice. With the transparency of water and the pure white color, it would make it easier for Ahorta to examine her food for any contaminants. It would be a very big mistake if the restaurant poisoned her.
Nodding her head at Meld, she left the topic alone. Although it still tickled her thoughts, she just ignored it and acted like nothing had been stated. People always annoyed her when they kept digging and Ahorta did not want anyone to find out too much about her, so she understood. The water was brought out and she began to examine it closely. When it passed the test, she took a sip.
Jo returned about a minute later, steaming white rice and mandarin chicken balanced on a platter on his head, pad and pen still in hand to take Meld's order. Predator retrieved his chicken, and Ahorta's rice, and Jo tucked the platter under one arm. Predator took a bite, and sighed, closing his eyes, as the unbelievably good food rolled over his tongue, setting his tastebuds alight with pleasure. Even though she had only ordered plain rice, Ahorta would be experiencing something similar. Jo could make plain white rice taste heavanly, a feat known to no other man.
Posted by vampyremage on Jul 5, 2009 11:09:36 GMT -6
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"I'll take what he's having," Meld pointed to Predator. He seemed to be enjoying his meal so chances are she would as well. When her food arrived a short time later the first taste was like heaven. "Amazing," she uttered. She had never tasted anything quite like it and it was obvious to her, in that moment, that mutant powers were good for so much more than just fighting and deceiving.
"How did he find this place?" she asked Predator. She never was all that good at small talk.