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.
Posted by valentine on Dec 12, 2005 8:20:06 GMT -6
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A tall, slender figure could be seen walking up the steps of the Xavier's mansion entrance. Her dark silky hair glisten as golden beads of sunlight danced upon it. The young lady had a bagpack slinged upon her right shoulder and a Chanel hand luggage in her left hand.
With little strength, she pushed the doors of the entrance open. It gave a creak as it scrape against the cold stone floor, revealing a majestic interior that reminded her of her own home back in Paris.
The half Chinese-English, half french girl closed both doors behind her and stood there for a few moments. Contemplating possible routes to take... Hm... Where should i head to first? Her two toned hazel eyes with specks of oliver scanned the large foyer and then the stairs.
"Hello?" Her fluent english was entangled with a slight Scottish accent as it greeted the warm air as she paced about the same area she stood to find some sort of answer.
*after the bus had pulled up and eveyone got out, she told the stranger from city hall to follow the other children inside. as the big group pushed their way through the doors, tricity was stopped before she could get in.* hey? what's the hold up?? *tricity looked over the heads of the children and saw an attractive woman standing in the hall.* ok ok, everyone make way please...and stop staring! *the children parted for tricity to get through and she walked up to her. as she was about to introduce herself, she noticed how very quiet it was, and how that was not normal in this mansion. she turned around and noticed them all being nosey, trying to see who the new person was.* i saaaaid, everyone stop staring! now, get your little butts inside and head to the kitchen for lunch. *she looked at the man from city hall.* i'll talk to you in a few...just follow them to the kitchen. *the children started running and yelling like usual and johnathon walked up to tricity.* johnathon: "would you like me to make lunch?" *he asked, not even looking at tricity as he scanned the new girl.* yes, johnathon, that would be great... *she answered, shoving him in the shoulder. tricity was sure johnathon would be hounding this new resident as he did with every attractive woman that stepped through the big double doors of the mansion.* bye johnathon... johnathon: "uuh, yea, bye..." *he began walking backward toward the kitchen, nearly knocking over a statue before he turned around and jogged away. tricity turned back to her, smiling.* sorry about all that...the kids are nosey and johnathon is...well frankly a flirt. i'm tricity or delilah, if you prefer to stick to government names. the kids usually refer to me as ms. tipper since i'm a teacher also. i'm guessing you are ms. passeant?
Posted by valentine on Dec 12, 2005 17:11:48 GMT -6
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The young woman swivelled around to greet the woman with a polite smile, "Yes, I am Miss Passeant." She muttered her name with a sudden french accent. Valentine took priority in pronouncing every word with great specificity. Her smile broaden as she glanced at the children and said "Hello... to them. She returned her gaze to the woman, "Pardon my manners..." Her well bred manners came to play as she extended a hand towards her as a reflex towards new company, "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Tipper."
"May i enquire to which subject are you responsible for?" Her head tilted sideways as she studied the teacher.
*she shook valentine's hand.* i teach a few art classes, but i mainly spend my time running this place and trying to keep track of the kids. i'll give you a tour if you'd like and then show you to your room. you'll be able to have your own because we have rules about age seniority. *tricity said, looking down at her watch to make sure she would be on schedule for her daily plan like she had every day.*
Posted by valentine on Dec 13, 2005 3:19:46 GMT -6
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She shook her hand gently and nodded. "The kids must be a handful, but it's a great privilege and gift to teach children." Valentine loved children. She enjoyed playing with them and teaching them herself. Having been involved with social work and community service at various homes. She formed special bonds with children from all walks of life, even those whom have special needs. In particular, autistic children.
There was a tug on the bottom of her white peasant blouse that made Valentine divert her attention. A little boy stood there, looking up at her, his hand still gripping the fabric of her top. She broke into a wide smile, set her hand luggage down on the floor and bent down to pick him up. "Hello... I'm Valentine. What's your name, big guy?" She peck his cheek and waited for his answer.
The boy whom was about roughly 4 to 5 years of age smiled back shyly and replied in a squeeky small voice. "I'm Josiah." "That's a very nice name, Josiah." She tapped his nose and looked at Tricity whom gave a glance at her own watch. "You aren't in a hurry, aren't you? Miss Tipper?"
She looked at the teacher eye to eye, for a response. "I apologise if you are." Valentine gave an earnest, apologetic smile and picked up her hand luggage with her the boy in her other arm.
no no, it's no problem. i just have a hectic schedule almost everyday and need to make sure im somewhat on it. if not, children start whining about lunch... *she said smiling. tricity showed valentine the entire of the mansoin, until finally coming to her new room.* well, here it is. there's a packet of rules and regulations on the bed. you can decorate the room however you like also. do you have any questions?
Posted by valentine on Dec 13, 2005 9:22:22 GMT -6
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Valentine felt very much at home in this mansion, it reminded her so much of her home. Of course, her mansion back in France had a far greater amout on artwork and intricate accents to the walls and potraits... but she adored her new place of residence.
Apparently, the boy too was feeling very much at ease with Valentine carrying him around as Tricity showed her the place. He himself listened to the Art teacher's sing song voice, non-purposefully dozing off as his sucked on his little right thumb. His head propped onto the Passeant girl's shoulder all feather-like as they entered her new room which was in a neat and plain state.
The walls of the room were slightly off-white in colour, possibly caused by the direct sunlight's effect after a year or two, but the furniture in this room was beautiful and had a vintage feel to it, just like how Valentine liked it.
She turned towards Tricity and shook her head with a smile. "No questions for now, Miss. But i might have a few after reading the book of rules and regulations." She continued to wear that smile. "I will be alright, i just have to unpack a few things, don't let me hold your schedule up." Valentine tapped her own watch after looking at it.
"You have to worry about lunch." She laughed, though no sound came out just as she noticed Josiah sleeping. "I will bring him down later for a bit of a late lunch. For now, this little tyke needs some rest." She broke into a whisper and walked Tricity to the door. "Thank you very much for showing me around, i really appreciate it. Is there anything else i should know?" Her eyes were bright while she muttered her last question.
OOC: I've copied and paste this part of my rp into the bedroom thread. Please do post your repl there instead.
He had an uneasy feeling about this mansion, as if he had been here once before. He tapped the hilt of his Masamune against his shoulder as he walked towards the kitchen. He was on guard for some reason, one that he did not understand. This place just did not seem to agree with him.
Kaia moved with an uneasy look about her as she made her way through the mansion. Moving at an achingly slow pace she acted almost fearful, her solid black eyes glancing around nervously while her white pointed teeth bit lightly on to her bottom lip. It was easy to see how someone would be nervous in a new place for the first time, but Kaia seemed worse off then most.
On this day she wore a pair of loose fitting jeans and tank top hidden under a black jacket that she'd pull shut every now and again, as though she were hiding something. Long silver hair was tucked in to the back of her jacket so that only the few shorter strands that framed her face hung freely. The little bits of skin that she allowed to show were not a color one might expect. The backs of her hands were a soft gray and her palms were white as snow, as was her face. These odd physical features were most likely the cause of her timid shyness.
Michael looked about uneasily as he walked through the doors. He'd arrived early in the morning, hoping that this early, few enough people would be awake that he could be dropped more gradually into the maelstrom of emotion that a school school was bound to have. I just have to get used to it... once I'm used to the norm here, I can tune it out. It HAS to be better here...
He had an old military-style duffel bag slung over his shoulder, and three decent-sized boxes floating in the air behind him, a rather light load to contain all of the worldly possessions left to him. Looking around with a slight sigh, he started the inevitable search for someone who could tell him where he would be staying... wherever that search would end up taking him.
Tessa walks through the doors of the Institute, a duffel bag over her shoulder. As she entered the venerable halls of the Westchester based academy she let out a low whistle.
Nice place. Tessa thinks to herself, pausing for a moment to take in the surrounding architecture before heading down the halls to look for her new home away from home.