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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Blink. Ah. Well, apparently the truth element of the loyalty command was still somewhat functional. Perhaps.
>> "Drug dealing…"
Yes. Yes, Slate sensed that it was. Had he somehow placed a faulty version in her head? Was it only taking effect now? Or was she simply a psychic herself, or possessing particularly high mental resistance? She certainly seemed quite surprised by the words coming out of her own mouth. Slate allowed his eyebrows to raise: a logical reaction, he thought, to what she had just said. And her failed correction attempt. The first, admittedly, he did not fully understand. The second? It was quite... pertinent.
>> “That is to say… I don’t know what business he has with you… he told me he was interested in offering you aid. That was all.”
“I see,” Slate said, which was a figment of speech. “What sort of aid does he have in mind?”
Lenna met her own foot for the first time in her life… it tasted bitter. But surprisingly, such a blunder went largely unnoticed by the boy. An eyebrow quirk, a blink, that was all. He coolly delivered his next question.
>>What sort of aid does he have in mind?”
Her face fell. “… I’m sorry. I suppose you’ll have to learn that for yourself. All he asked me to do was talk to you. For all intents and purposes, I’d sell myself short here as the pizza delivery guy…”
>> “… I’m sorry. I suppose you’ll have to learn that for yourself. All he asked me to do was talk to you. For all intents and purposes, I’d sell myself short here as the pizza delivery guy…”
Blue eyes simply watched the woman for a moment. Cortez. He knew the name, and—despite it being a fairly common one—he was beginning to suspect that the Cortez of which he knew and the man of which they spoke were the same. Granted, Slate had recently had a run-in with another drug lord who had not taken lightly to his plans. If Cortez was working on the same information... but even if he did know of Slate’s methods, this would be a strange manner of approaching Slate, if Cortez intended harm. Slate hadn’t yet begun to work on Cortez’ men. Perhaps the boss wished to strike up a deal with the Kabal’s Leader against his competitors. Perhaps Slate would even consider it.
Or, perhaps, the man truly was ignorant to what Slate was doing, and really did wish to speak.
In any case: “When would it be convenient for him to meet?” The teenager asked.
He would tell other Kabal members about the meeting, of course. It would not due for Cortez to cause his disappearance, so early into this game. But for a healer confident in his abilities to survive until a rescue could be launched, the option to meet the man without escort was still open.
"The day after tomorrow," Lenna rose briskly, sensing the conversation's end. She whipped a small notepad from her pocket, and jotted something down on the yellowed page in pen. As she spoke, her eyes burned into the page with professional focus. "Cortez lives in Cartagena, but he has a Summer home in Bogota. It'll take a day to let him know of the meeting and for him to travel here. I'm writing down a place we can meet before we go to his mansion. Here," Paper ripped. Lenna held out a page for Slate.
"That has my number for contact, as well as the time and place we'll meet. I trust you won't mind Cortez taxiing us there." Her number, of course, was the number for the room in the hotel in which she was staying. A number that would be untraceable, should anyone try. She'd set up a message with the front desk to give to any calling for her. Content would be withheld candidly, messages delivered to her with utmost care. The location they'd meet at was well-lit, with a positive history and access to city roads. Should Slate decide to investigate it, he'd be pleased. Chinese restaurants were far too public for outlandish behavior. It was safe, to a point.
Lenna stowed the worry that ebbed into the cracks in the back of her mind. How he'd gotten truthful answers out of her throughout the whole conversation, she didn't know. It irked her, yes, but that didn't matter. Her job was accomplished. She nodded her thanks to Slate and walked out the door.
It was time to let Cortez know the good news.
((Continued for Slate and Lenna in the thread LET'S FIGHT A BOSS!... link announced!!))
