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.
"I'm alright, but you guys need to slow down. We can't just go blazing in this facility, wherever that might be. We don't know what we'll find. Those soldiers had some heavy artillary. I'll try and get in contact with Siren. He might know where she is..." *Tricity took the pen out of her hair and let it fall, rubbing the back of her head.* "Bastard almost killed me."
"We'll have a good plan when we go in there, whenever that might be. Unless I'm mistaken, it's what mutants do best."
He was visibly worried when Tricity said that. "Is there any way I can possibly convince you to not leave the school like that again, at least until all of this is over?" He wasn't sure whether he meant the situation with Whitmore or her pregnancy when he said 'all this,' but either one suited his intentions.
"I can't be cooped up inside all day, but I'll be more weary about leaving. I just wish we had more information." *Tricity saw Johnathon jogging down the hall with his radio.* Johnathon: "You alright?" "Yea, I'm fine. No worries, but I should see the Doc."
Mike entered the front hall with Daria, really unsure of what he'd find.
In the front hall, studying the paintings near the entrance, was an elderly gentleman, apparently in his late sixties or early seventies. He was well dressed in a black suit, and seemed to be rather active despite his age. There was an obvious resemblance to Mike, but that was already expected.
Mike blinked. "Grandpa?" The old man looked back, a smile beginning to crease his face. "Grandpa? What are you doing here?"
Michael's grandfather smiled a bit more honestly now. "Does an old man ever need a reason to visit his grandson? Now don't make me walk all the way over there, come here."
The reply seemed to be all the assurance Mike needed, and he walked across the hall with quick steps, grabbing his grandfather in a tight hug.
This lasted for a moment, until Michael's grandfather finally released him. "Your father can't be talked to without ranting and raving, so I hadn't been able to find out where you went when you left last month. And someone," at this, he looked a little sternly, though with an amused smile, "Hasn't been answering his phone when a family member calls."
Mike looked a little sheepish, but his grandfather noticed Daria while he tried to stammer a reply. "And who is this lovely young lady?" he asked, the same sort of charming smile on his face that Mike usually got.
"Grandpa, this is Daria, Daria Strong. Daria, this is my grandfather, Judge Robert Asters."
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 19, 2006 21:23:33 GMT -6
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Daria blushed. "Lovely" wasn't a word she'd heard in a while in reference to herself. She smiled widely and shook his hand. He seemed like a nice person and Daria didn't get suspicious of his vibes. She then remebered Mike had called him earlier.
"Well, my excuse is to tell Michael that I've started looking into something that he asked me to. I could have done this over the phone, but I wanted to see him." He got a slightly annoyed look on his face. "And to spite his father, though I don't take pride in that. I spoke with Sara a few days ago, and she was very upset that her father wouldn't speak with Michael, or tell her where he was yet."
"I'm a lawyer, I can tolerate a lot of things... but I don't tolerate anyone upsetting my only granddaughter." There was the faintest smile on his face as he said ths.
Mike shook his head at the same time his grandfather answered. "No, no, in fact I have to be going. It was a long drive from Washington, and I'm not as young as I used to be. Besides, we can talk all we want over dinner tomorrow. Would you care to join us, dear? I trust that Michael can make the reservations at a sufficiently expensive restaurant to put a dent into my funds?"
Mike smirked, nodding. "I'm sure something can be worked out. Six o'clock?"
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 19, 2006 21:54:09 GMT -6
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Daria was caught off guard.
"Um...sure...I'd love to join you two.: she thought for a minute. Fancy restaurants weren't her thing, in fact she did her best to stay out them and any other place where she would draw attention. Before she could stop herself she had agreed and that caused the following dilemma
Mike, this is a serious occasion and i don't think they'll let me in with vans and ripped jeans.She thought to him urgently.
Whether this was normal for him, Michael had tipped him off, or if he was just perceptive, Judge Asters seemed to have all the answers. "Good, good. Now, I'm sure that my grandson knows that the restaurants I like have very strict dress expectations." He handed a blank card to Daria, with a pen clipped to it. "I wouldn't even dream of asking a lady for her measurements, so just write them there, and they'll be delivered to my personal shoppers without ever passing before my eyes."