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 Tarin Brooks on Jul 27, 2009 22:11:30 GMT -6
Mutant God
DodgerBlue
Straight
3,060
9
Sept 30, 2024 11:02:52 GMT -6
Jules
Morning…in all honesty, Tarin hoped that it was late morning or early afternoon. He and Lee had been up late the night before. Hopefully it was somewhere around eleven or noon and Axel hadn’t made too much of a mess in the apartment. They’d gotten a little carried away the night before, and had ended up sleeping much later than usual.
Tarin rolled over and the lace on the edges of his nightie rode up on his thighs. It was kind of scratchy. Wait…lace…nightie? Tarin’s eyes flew open, exactly how crazy had he and Lee gotten last night? Only, as soon as his eyes adjusted to the brightness in the room, Tarin saw pink. A hell of a lot of pink…and lace…and boobs…holy shit…he had boobs.
Immediately, Tarin squeezed his eyes shut…he’d been looking at boobs. Boobs that didn’t belong to Lee. Holy shit he was in trouble… Rubbing his eyes and nearly whimpering at the soft hands and long lashes involved in the process, Tarin experimentally opened one, then the other. Oh god…there were still boobs. They were mostly covered…by something trimmed in lace…with polka dots.
Experimentally, Tarin raised an arm…the hand floated in front of his face and he was even more horrified. The nails were painted. God…the bed was pretty…everything was pretty. Out of the bed Tarin stumbled , making his way to a mirror on the back of the closet door. He was definitely a woman…a woman he’d never seen before in his life.
“Holy shit…” The pretty little hands clapped over the mouth at the sound of her voice, and Tarin shook his head back and forth frantically. Pinching was next, several moments of pinching…maybe this was just another disgusting, horrible, disgusting dream like the one he’d had in the shop. Pinching didn’t work though. He was still there…
There was a needle and thread from a sewing kit and pricking the arm of the body didn’t do anything either…except make it bleed. It was then Tarin noticed…he looked around, closed his eyes and opened them, then turned a slow circle in the room. There were no spirits. What. The. Hell. Was. Going. On?
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Jul 29, 2009 11:14:27 GMT -6
Mutant God
DodgerBlue
Straight
3,060
9
Sept 30, 2024 11:02:52 GMT -6
Jules
Tarin had decided a few minutes before that damaging this new body in the interest of trying to wake up from a dream that obviously wasn’t a dream, was futile. The needles were stowed, the pinching had stopped, and the red marks from where he’d tried were already started to fade, for the most part. This skin was slightly softer than his, and in a few places, the pinches were darkening into what would probably be bruises. Tarin filed the information away, as long as this nightmare persisted, he was going to have to be slightly more careful.
As Tarin stood in front of the mirror in slight horror, something even more horrifying occurred to him. IF he was in this body…who was in his? Phone…Tarin needed a phone…where was a phone? Around the room he went in a slightly panicked frenzy, looking for a phone. He found one and dialed the apartment. “Pick up..pick up, pick up, pick up!” Tarin growled into the phone, still slightly horrified at the pitch of his voice in this body. No answer. Tarin cursed at the phone, cursed at it long, and cursed at it fluently.
If nobody was at the apartment, then maybe they were at the shop. Tarin crossed in front of the mirror, heading for the door to the room and caught a glimpse of his girlbody in the lacy, polka-dotted confection he’d apparently been sleeping in. That wasn’t going to do.
Running a hand through his hair, which was really quite nice, Tarin decided that he’d seem less crazy if he showed up put together and clean than if he showed up a total mess. People were already going to think he was nuts…the last thing he needed was to actually look it.
Tarin opened the door to the bedroom and found himself looking up and down a hallway. This was a big apartment, that probably meant roommates. Tarin cursed, hopefully they weren’t home. Across the hall he tiptoed and into what he could see was a bathroom. An awkward shower followed with Tarin doing everything he could to not look at the body while he washed it and dried it. Then it was a quick dash back to the bedroom to find clothes.
Needless to say, Tarin was uncomfortable digging through drawers. There was a lot of slinky-ness, cute-ness, and other ness’ that he didn’t really want to think about putting on his body. Finally finding some practical looking under garments, Tarin again struggled for a few minutes to get those articles on without looking at the body he was putting them on. The bra was fricken uncomfortable too. Women made less and less sense on a daily basis. Then it was on to clothes.
The closet was impressive, and Tarin said a little thank you prayer that he always paid attention to the things that Lee wore. There was no way he was going to dress that attractively though. Jeans were good, jeans were always good so he pulled out and on a pair of those and settled for a simple t-shirt with a v-neck a built in white lacy topped thing under it. Tennis shoes followed and Tarin figured he was ready to go. There was a purse on the top of the dresser and he dug through it, cheered when he found a wallet…complete with an ID.
“Tyranny Jones.” He said, staring at the face he’d seen in the mirror, “Who are you and what did you do to me?”