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.
A pack of disorganized and bloodthirsty dogs? Ghost arched an eyebrow. Coming from a man who was in the Order, she would have thought he could tell which party was disorganized and bloodthirsty.
"And what do you know about the X-men now?"
Surely he knew different. Ghost got up to take their dishes to the sink motioning for Kaz to remain seated. She needed the space, honestly. Wild dogs? Pah. Maybe the X-men had once been that way, she didn't know, but that wasn't them now. And an Order member, a spying Order member to boot. Kaz just didn't seem the type to her.
Oh there were good people in the Order just as there were sour grapes in the X's. It was like the exception that made the rule. Kaz fit in that area... maybe. Hopefully.
It was also strange to think she'd been stateside for over a year and a half. It seemed like she'd been here forever. Ghost lingered at the sink to finish off her juice and wash out the cup while waiting for Kaz to collect his thoughts.
Posted by dragonfang on Sept 8, 2009 18:24:25 GMT -6
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The look on Vega's face he took as skepticism, maybe disbelief. Kaz's own response to that was a taint of disappointment. Did she really think the X's were pure white do-gooders who could do no wrong? He hoped she didn't feel that way, he thought she had a good head on her shoulders and intelligence to back it up.
"Now? Very little to nothing really. Though from what I saw at KP recently, some seem a little too eager to rush in and let their emotions get the best of them. I believe that's what lead to that young girl having part of her body gouged out if I heard correctly. There wasn't much planning to it, and not much thought put into their own safety and defense. But it wasn't like the first time, they listened and seemed to help each other."
Kaz sighed a bit, "Overall, I'd say the X's have moved up two notches, still not where they could, or should, be, if they want to be the," He cleared his throat with a small vein of disdain, "Peacekeepers between Mutants and Humans."
"Thank you." He said referring to the dishes before a soft, airy laugh rolled from him as he stood. "I'm sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortable or made things awkward at all."
"I think KP was a bit of an exception. It was a last minute call sent out to any and all willing. Some trainees, even some residents. We just don't have enough X-men to control a crowd."
And the red guy from Moscow was a crowd all on his own. They had needed every willing and able hand. Ghost's hands squeezed until her knuckles and joints were white against her glass and against the edge of the kitchen sink. Having a part of her body gouged out was a personal experience she would rather not have shared with any of the Xmen or anyone else for that matter. No one deserved that kind of treatment.
"Overall, I'd say the X's have moved up two notches, still not where they could, or should, be, if they want to be the Peacekeepers between Mutants and Humans."
She ignored his little pauses and sighs because she didn't want to get angry with him. "If you think you can do better, why don't you change things with your own two hands?"
He apologized, but she turned on the water to rise out her cup she she didn't have to respond to that. Of course he had irked her. She was trying. And trying hard. It was easy for an interloper to throw money at things and criticize from the outside.
Posted by dragonfang on Sept 15, 2009 8:50:28 GMT -6
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Kaz didn't miss the sounds coming from her hands as she was white-knuckling objects at the sink. He was sure that if she kept up the pressure she'd end up with at least one hand sliced open from the glass in her hand. He took a half step forward intent on making sure she didn't break the glass she was holding when she dropped her question while ignoring his apology. What do you say to a question like that, really.
He was silent and still for a long moment, "I don't know that I could to be honest. If I could, I wouldn't know which direction I'd try to go." Kaz's voice dropped to near whisper as he spoke to himself under his breath, "Heh, probably sounds like one hell of a cop-out." His first reaction to Vega's question was sharp and sarcastic, his second was mean and aimed at anyone but since she was the only one there, it would have been her. What he thought of as 'wisely' he kept his mouth shut and didn't give voice to either of the reactions. They were childish and worthless, like some sort of really bad, weak defense that did nothing to help, only harm. Why? Why were those the first thoughts in his head? Because he knew she was right, that she had a point, and he couldn't argue or give a real, good reason to answer her with.
