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.
What had she gotten herself into this time. If it wasn't bad that she had been somewhere rather unpleasent for 3 years, seperated from everybody she even knew, she now found herself in a mansion full of mutants and unknown people. What would happen to her, she did not know. What kind of people lived here, she did not know either. All she knew was that it would eventually not be safe for her and for people around her. She was put here after the mental ward. It wasn't safe there anymore, not for her or for the people there. She had to flee and now she was here until she had to move again. She didn't want to go back to the lab and she was scared of things to come.
She sat in a empty room with no belongings in it. Just all the necassary stuff that would make it a room. A bed, a closet, a nightstand and those kind of items. It looked rather bland, empty and very unpersonal. Normal rooms had personal affects in them that would define the room, this one had not. She sat on the floor against the end of the bed staring to the wall in front of her with her knees up. Her hand where placed on the floor and she had a empty glance in her eyes as if she was a puppet with no strings to work her. It was a rather sad sight to behold but yet none of the bypassers tended to pay attention to her. Not that it mattered, people where best to leave her alone. She was seemingly dangerous afterall, though she couldn't recall any of the things that happened.
Their was a akward silence hanging in the room and the hallway it was connected to. The door was only half open and sometimes people passed by, heading to places they needed to be. Alison had no direction, nowhere to be, nothing to do. It only made things worse for her. She was sad because of it. She didn't know what to do, who to speak to, what to think. She had no purpose.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 6, 2009 16:46:44 GMT -6
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Streak had hared a rumor that his sister had escaped from wherever she was being held and someone had brought her here. He needed to check this out for sure. Shawn needed to know if she was actually here. If she was then he wanted to visit her and see what she was up to. It wasn't to hard for him to find out where she was staying because she was logged into the computer system.
He walked down the hallways towards her room. Scanning the room numbers, he accidentally walked passed her room. Streak turned around and noticed that her door was sitting half way open. Streak poked his head in and knocked on the door. He saw Alison sitting on the floor. Perhaps a visit from a sibling would make her feel like she belonged here. "Can I come in?"
A knocking on the door with a familiar voice to be added. She thought about who it could be, it was familiar.... very familiar. Only one option to find out. She turned her head and saw her brother, Shawn peeking through the door. What was he doing here, did he know she was here. All the how and what questions popped in her head. It was all overwelming to see her brother again. The first familiar face and thrustworthy face she had seen in 4 years or so. It was all a bit to much.
"Shawn?" She asked and looked at him a bit closer as she got up and walked to the door. She now stood a few inches away from him and she was pretty sure it was her brother. Her actual brother came to look her up. It was all to much for her. She started to panic and even cry just a little bit. "Shawn, they took me and and.." She started to rant as her hands trembled. "They hurt me." She couldn't even speak about it anymore it was all to much for her this moment.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 10, 2009 11:14:48 GMT -6
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It had been a while since he’d seen her. She’d grown up so much that it was hard for him to recognize her. Although the way that she reacted when she saw his face told him that he had the right room. “Yup. It’s me.” Streak said as she got really close to his face. Alison started to rant and rave about what had happened to her and what they’d done to her. It was infuriating to hear what they’d done to his sweet innocent sister.
There was nothing that he could’ve done about it then and yet there was still nothing that he could do about it now. He didn’t know if where she was being held was even a place that he could find. Remarkably sometimes things just vanished after someone escaped and finding them would be like finding the lost city of Atlantis or El Dorado. Streak pulled her into a hug as she cried. There was nothing he could do for her but comfort and hopefully shield her from anything further. Unfortunately this was life and no one could predict or prevent all the problems that people were put through in their lifetime. Shawn himself had been through a lot in his two decades of life. Streak however smiled because he had his sister back.
Shawn started to wrap his arms around her and tried to confort her. It was something good for her to feel. It made her feel wanted, and as if everything was going to be right.She placed her right cheek on his shoulder and cried out. "They hurt." She simply repeated while hugging her brother. All the emotions just pored out of her unlike other times she is around people. Shawn had always been good at doing that.
She let go of her brother and looked a bit down and started scratcher her left arm. She turned around to walk back, regretted the decision and turned back to turn back again to sit down at her bed again. She still scratched her arm. "Its inside me." she said scratching a bit harder. "They put it inside of me." She added. She didn't know it was just herself and her powers doing things to her body. She had no clue what was really out in the world and what it all ment. She looked down at the ground and she just kept on scratching her arm. She had not better way to explain herself seeing as her mental state wasn't at the very best due to everything that happened.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 13, 2009 11:33:38 GMT -6
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Shawn released her from the hug and he looked down at her arm. She continued to scratch at it and he wondered why. Or at least he wondered until she spoke up. Shawn walked into the room and over to where Alison had gone to sit down. "What did they put inside you?" Streak asked as he continued to look at her arm. It looked like she was trying to claw through her skin and to something that was underneath it. He had no idea that what she was talking about was her powers. He didn't even know if she knew that he was, or that she probably was, a mutant.
They could discuss that now in fact, so he thought he would bring it up. "Alison. Do you know if you're a mutant or not?" Whether she was or wasn't meant little because she was still his sister and just like the rest of his family, they would still be together. Whether she was a mutant or not he would fight to keep her there so that he could watch over her here, in what was probably one of the safest place around. He hoped that she knew enough about this place to realize that he wasn't being rude.
The most common reaction to her statement, she turned her head towards Shawn and looked a bit at his feet. "Needles." She said as she started to look up. "Needles in my Brain." She said as she looked him straight in the eyes. "and in my legs and arms." She continued as she stopped scratching. Talking about it made accepting it more easy. It still didn't take away that she was scared of what happened there, and things didn't look very bright for her freedom. They would still hunt her for what she could possibly know, even if it was just buried deep inside somewhere.
"Alison. Do you know if you're a mutant or not?"
Was she one or not. The big question that she herself couldn't answer. The people at the hospital said so but where they to be thrusted. Besides from her weird sleeping routine she hadn't experienced anything weird exept from the blackouts she had at the laboratory. But the things that went on down there could best be forgoten. She wrapped one arm around her leg. "I don't know." She said looking straight forwards again with a thinking face. "I don't sleep." She said.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 14, 2009 8:26:23 GMT -6
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Shawn was shocked at what he’d heard. He was surprised that she was being so candid and matter-of-factly with her answer. His second question was seemed to puzzle her. Streak didn’t remember her having problems with such simple questions. “Whoever they are, they won’t get you here. This is one of the same places for you. Especially with me here.” Streak said smiling at her.
“That’s fine. We’ve got time to figure that out.” He responded to her. Streak started to wonder what they had done to her. Whether she remembered or not it didn’t seem like something that she would want to talk about. Maybe if he could figure out what they’d done, he’d be able to get some of his questions answered. “Not sleeping doesn’t mean that you’re a mutant. I don’t sleep much and there some people here that don’t sleep at all.” Comforting her was going to be something that he was going to have to work on. Although he did think that he could handle it as of right now.
Shawn conforted her ofcourse, as would any brother do who cared about his sister who had been away for so long. His remark to her safety however ment nothing. She always felt like she was never safe, anywhere. This kind of behavior came with paranioa but it had a hidden thruth. She didn't know who the people where and neither did Shawn. They both had no information what so ever and could never conclude that she was safe. She just gave him a faint smile of acceptance to shawn to let him know that she thrusted his judgement even a little bit.
Sleep didn't run in the family. Shawn didn't sleep much either, but it would probably not be like her. She had weird sleep. She didn't like sleep at all, she avoided it as much as she could. All the nightmares and things she remembered in her sleep was just scary and she didn't want that at all. Just avoid sleep and everything will be fine was something she now lived by. Not that she had much of a choice but she didn't know that. She looked at her arm again and gently strocked inside of her arm. "They went inside me." She said to Shawn. "i was different." She added to him. She clearly didn't know anything about her mutation but the people from the lab clearly did.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 17, 2009 7:44:03 GMT -6
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Shawn couldn’t help the feeling that they were different. A little more different than he would have liked to have been from his sister, but considering the different paths that they’d both been on it was a little more understandable. Streak didn’t have much practice dealing with a sister. The closest he’d come was with Raina, who wasn’t even his real sister. She was just a friend whom Shawn considered a big sister. This was more complicated than with Raina because she was blood and not someone that he’d had the fortune of meeting as a friend. Maybe being in a place where he was would bring her more to normal than her current state.
Her mutation was a weird thing. There were obviously ways for him to find out. But the easiest way was for him to wait and find out when she did. Maybe they could talk to DocProf and maybe he would be able to figure it out. However, Streak didn’t really know what Doc was capable of and whether he could find out. Another way would be to get her into a fight, which was something eh was completely against because he didn't know what would happen, or wait until something happened to her again. There has to be a way to find out. But maybe I don’t want to know the answer. Streak thought as he watched her rub her arm. Streak sat there and looked at her. He didn’t know what to say to her but he thought that she would be glade that he was there.
Shawn looked a bit troubled and pondering. What would he be thinking about. Probably about her. Well ofcourse about her. Nobody knows what she can do exept the people who kidnapped her. She herself had nothing on her, exept that she can survive needles in her head. It was all fuzzy and weird. She looked at shawn and smiled. "It's ok." She said.
She didn't have much to think about as of now. She had been reunited with her brother and that ment she was a bit more safe then normal. She was in a prettier place then ever and she even had her own room which had more then just a bed. And lots of snoopy people where around. Shawn seemed to get some attention by visiting. Some people who passed by double looked at him and then moved on. He must be a big shot around here then.
She placed her hands on the floor and softly let them slide over it. The wooden floor was much beter then the sterile tiles they had in the hospital. She pulled up a smile again and said: "Don't be frowny, it will all be ok." and she nodded a bit with her head. It might look kind of silly but he took care of her and she wanted to do the same for him. Even if it was just against frowning.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 18, 2009 12:48:39 GMT -6
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Streak started to brood. There was nothing he could do to help her and he hated that. She was the only relative that even came close to understanding what he’d gone through and he was the only one that might understand what happened to her. Alison brought him out of his thoughts with those two simple words. Shawn smiled as she started to run her hands over the floor.
Streak glanced out the door and saw some people staring before they moved on. He gave them a little shooing motion with his hand and went back to focusing on Alison. Shawn continued to watch her before he said “How do you know? How can you be sure that it’s all going to be ‘ok’?” He was beside himself with concern for her. Unfortunately she couldn't give him any details about where she’d been or who had her and he didn’t even know where to start looking to begin his search for answers of what happened to her. Streak slid off the bed and sat down on the floor. He pulled his knees up and rested his arms on them. What can I do? started to ring in his head as he stared at the wall in front of him.
How do you know? How can you be sure that it’s all going to be ‘ok’?”
Ofcourse she didn't know, she couldn't know. Nobody can see what the future holds and even when you can who says it will turn out that way. This was simply just to confort him and let him know that she is fine and such. Even this place looked relitivly safe from people who wanted to kidnap mutants. Why else put them all in one place. There had to be something to keep them safe and it would probably be the mutants itself.
"I don't." She said. "It just feels beter here." She added with her hand on the floor. Clearly the feeling of safety and security was around here. Mutants just walking about without fear. This surely was a place to be called safe for her. "Do i have to go to school again?" She asked totally changing the subject into something random. She never liked school to much and this looked like a school somehow.
Posted by Silver Streak on Aug 24, 2009 15:20:02 GMT -6
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Shawn smiled. Alison seemed to have a good way to change the subject. "Well this place is a school." He responded. He didn't like school either but he was hoping that she might want to go back and pick up where she left off. "Yes you do. Ya need to finish up. You don't have to go to college or anything but I do think you should start back up where you left off." He was going to be vehement about this. Streak thought that if she knew more school then she might figure out something about herself.
"I'm good friends with all the teachers here so I can vouch for them." Streak explained. He was going to have her to to some classes no matter how bad she didn't want to go. School was good for people when they're at the right ages for the classes. After they've pasted that age then there wasn't much point in going back to school if you didn't continue going right away. Of course there could be some classes offered here that might help her either remember certain details or figure out her mutation.
"bleagh" She said as i response to school. School was boring and she didn't want to go. But now that she was back in civilasation she had to go back to school. Even if it was like mutant school. She looked at Shawn and said: "I don't want to." And she stuck her tongue out playfully. She really didn't want to do these boring sleepy lessons, it might put her to sleep and she definantly didn't want that.
What would she do as fun around here anyways. Was it all lessons and no fun or where there other things to this school. "I wanna do fun stuff." She said and pouted. Shawn was all serious with the class thingy even though he knew the teacher. He thrusted them, so she should be fine, right ? She just didn't want to remember to much about the last couple of years. She still has nightmares about it, when she slept.