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.
She giggled. “Naw, I suppose that’s some faulty advertising.” Codey nodded his head slightly. “Prolly.” Probably. One of the many words he couldn’t properly pronounce. Hospital, animal, spaghetti, film, Christmas, shoulder, elephant, petal, library, and the list goes on. This made Codey’s crooked grin fall. What an idiot. Can't even pronounce simple words. Even though it was just Kylie, he felt somewhat embarrassed. And even ashamed. Not being able to speak clearly… He had gotten used to it, but for some reason it hit him like a firm fist here.
Kylie’s smile faded as she began to examine his face. It was almost like she was checking for some sort of damage or scars. Codey hadn’t gotten into any situations. What was she looking for? He was exactly the same as he was in Scotland. Except for the fact that he could control a whole freaking element. So, almost the same. Kylie had developed some markings though. A crazy, vine like tattoo wrapped up and around her arm in a bolded black color. “Nice tattoo,” he said quietly before lowering his head again.
The black cloth of his converse was covered in sand and dirt, making them look older then they were. He started rubbing them together in attempt to wipe off the dirt. "So.. yer one of.. us then," Kylie said, sounding almost shy on the subject. “Hmm?” Codey mumbled lifting his head back to her. “Oh, ya. Water control,” his voice was oddly casual, especially considering they were talking about mutant powers. He dropped his head back to his shoes. A low rumble escaped his stomach. “Oh… wanna go eat?”
Before Kylie had time to answer, Codey had grabbed her hand and started pulling her along behind her. Whether she liked it or not, they were getting food. He didn’t remember how much he had towered over her. She was just about 5’8”, while Codey stood at an abnormal 6’4”. He led her up the staircase and into the building. After being here a mere three days, Codey knew the route to the kitchen like the back of his hand. To put it bluntly, he was a pig. He ate everything, anything and all the time. Kylie probably wouldn’t find it to surprising that he was going for food.
Kylie only nodded slightly to the comment on her newly formed tattoo. She remembered vividly how, and when, she had received it. The winding bold black lines curved around her arm, twisting around each other exotically whilst remaining very blunt. Almost like a wave, or maybe even claw marks of an animal. As the days came and went, Kylie became increasingly proud of them. They showed her to be different, to be something bigger then herself. Something that caused chills of thrill to roll up and down her spine.
She raised a brow as he mentioned water control. The aquatic aroma began to make sense. The way Codey said it was overly casual, like when your friend just received their drivers license, or maybe got that piercing they always wanted. Her mind automatically began to ponder the possibility of controlling water. Just as a mental image popped into her head Codey pulled her from her thoughts to someplace else. In search of food.
Letting out a small giggle, Kylie allowed Codey to lead her to the Kitchens. This was normal for the boy. Food was always one of his top priorities. It was just the way he was, and it always made her smile. Naturally she knew her way to the Kitchen already, being given the chance to learn the lay of the land. But it was much more fun to let Codey drag her along. It's how things used to be before, and it was nice to see that things hadn't changed one bit.
A delicious aroma met with her oversensitive nose, swirling past her as she walked on. It made her mouth water slightly, intensifying with each step. Without much trouble at all she identified the scent gladly. Muffins. Delightful fluffy little treats, sometimes paired with things such as blueberries or maybe even chocolate chips. With that she began to walk alongside Codey, matching his pace. She had hardly noticed that their hands were still entwined.
Many thoughts were running through her head. What was Codey's mutation like? Would this be so bad? And, of course, Could Codey smell the lingering Muffins? Without another moment she opened her mouth through a wide smile. "Looks like were havin' muffins," she said happily. Even though these things had happened over the course of a few days, this was the happiest she had felt since then. It was a nice feeling.
Posted by raynknight on Jan 24, 2010 5:18:35 GMT -6
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Tythan scribbled frantically in his notebook. It seemed like an eternity since he last worked on his novel. He flipped the page, and simultaneously he heard [and felt] his stomach growl.
NO! i can't be hungry now! i just started. I mean, i have so much inspiration, who knows when i'll get the chance to write again! He thought desperately. Then he happened to glance at the clock. He'd been sitting at the desk for 4 hours! Apparently he'd lost track of time, not to mention he had missed breakfast.
He flipped back through his notebook. He had been sure that he had hardly written anything. It became obvious that that was clearly a lie as he found 40 pages all written in the same pen that he held in his hand.
I guess it might be a good idea to get a snack or something. I don't think I can make it to lunch. maybe a banana or something.
Tythan headed out of his room and down the familiar route to the kitchen. As he opened the door, he found himself faced with a dilemma. Muffins or a banana. They both called to him. How could he decide; he really didn't feel like eating both... he hadn't really done anything that merited a big snack, all he'd done was sit at his desk. Eventually he decided on the perfect decision-making tactic. Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Mo...
It was decided...he would eat..... A banana! With no one in the room to laugh at him, he allowed himself a brief victory dance before setting about peeling the yellow fruit.
He took a big bite, and then, the door opened admitting two residents that he had yet to meet. He offered a friendly wave, and then realized that witha mouthful of banana, he probably looked like a monkey, and in a place abounding in mutants... it wouldn't be beyond reason to guess that he was a monkey. He swallowed quickly, his face taking on a distinct reddish color.
