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.
"Beautiful" Aura had sounded almost bored before. Now she looked quite pleased with the situation. Well. Lori was glad something had brightened the girl's day. Lori fanned the settling dust away from her face.
"Unless he's one of us, take your time with him." There was no point in having a human pet. They were hardly house trainable these days.
Aura went to fish out the poor soul that had taken refuge under the stout coffee table. Lori just hadn't had the gusto to rip the whole house down. Walls were still standing. Not all of them, but enough of them remained that she was irked to feel this tired and not have done as much as she'd wanted.
The screaming echoed hollowly against the sheet rock and Lori swayed in her heels for a moment. She wasn't sure if the world had just taken a turn or if her balance had fallen asleep on the job. It didn't matter though, she took a step out to broaden her stance and steady herself. She stepped into something wet.
Her nostrils flared as she noticed the color of the puddle and then traced it back to its source, the man at the door. Ah. That had been careless of her to forget him there at her back, but he only had eyes for Aura. Big round saucer eyes.
Lori nudged the briefcase away from the spreading moisture and then bent her knees so that she came close to the shell shocked man. He didn't really seem to register that she was there until she came close to having her small hands on his white powered face.
He opened his mouth and one long keen came out. His hands bat at her defensively but it was too little too late. His mind was surprisingly empty of words and the blows were bothersome.
His muscles all tightened at once, she'd known that feeling once but only because she'd visited another's body. His desperate sound was strangled out by his own body and finally he lay completely silent and utterly still.
Lori drew back her hand and the mark of where she'd touched him, where the electricity had burned him, remained.
"You about done, Aura?" The words drifted over her shoulder to her companion as Lori shifted her head to examine where the man had been looking in his final moments. She couldn't come to a clear consensus so she ambled over to the nearest plug and knelt beside it. There was probably time for a quick refill before they might try another house... unless they were too dust covered to pass as presentable.
Now understanding the man was not needed alive, Aura shrugged and formed a hammer and in one fluid motion raised it over her head brought it down hard, the crack from the impact echoed through the streets as if warning the city, a new order was rising. The red specks slid from her aura quickly falling to the ground, her work done , she turned and joined Lori further into the street. Aura looked around, and was able to spot a number of people looking down from their windows. Some ran to dial police that would likely never respond. Others just tried their best not to be seen staring already knowing the police tended to stay away from the nearby order building.. The Partial collapse of the house the earsplitting scream and the impact from her last blow, attracted quite a bit of attention.
With a smile Aura and turned away from the mess. "Funny.......killing the messenger may have been the fastest way to spread the message of what rejection to our proposal means" She said, her aura hammer flowing like tinted water back onto her arm before her overall aura began growing thinner, still she kept it up just enough just in case some of their new found admirers did something stupid. and her eyes scanned the Area. People did their best to avoid her gaze from fear of what these two had done. She was still mostly clean, her aura having diverted most of it, not that Aura really cared what she wore.
As if recalling something Aura made her way back to the corpse and lotted his pockets. She had started the practice literally as a way of remembering the Humans she had successfully hunted, though it was often when she could not grab one, still she kept a few crates of them back at the warehouse, most never opened. In the man's pocket the man had a rather large wad of bills in his pocket a long with a wallet some lighters and a few pipes aura tossed behind her. putting it into her bag. Aura walked back, she seemed more interested in the wallet then the money. "I started collecting these, as most people seem to carry them and it serves as a record as it has their picture" she said opening the wallet to reveal the man's ID, which stated he was a 24 year old Mexican women. Aura understood money could buy things, but never quite grasped what that meant. SHe had bought the clothing she did thanks to Juka and Jewel. "I Like this job, good way to relax and have some fun. Still despite my pleasure, they only die if they fail to pay, or Just if their those gang people right? Either way your orders are your orders and those of course come before pleasure, friendship or even my Life. I failed to protect either Miracle or Syn but those are failures i plan not to repeat. I have but one one request, I wish to learn to wield a real sword i believe it would make me more effective in carrying out my orders" she said, her voice turning serious during the speech and she was.
Aura carried the guilt of her fallen friends and both of her fallen leaders. These were failures she could not repeat. She was glad though, that each time she had found such beautiful leaders. Each was deadly and theirs powers beautiful. "Should we continue? " She asked, her voice picking back up. The Idea of pledging ones loyalty had been drilled into her. She had done so to isable who had stood in for Syn to receive her and now she ahd done so with lori.
Electricity always felt fort of sullied coming from the walls. It never was the same stuff she got from more natural means, but power was power. Not enough to pull the same trick again, but probably enough to make a difference in the next scuffle.
Lori stepped out of the house to join Aura. She extended the now dusty briefcase to the girl so that she could work to brush off her clothes. What a mess. It just smeared around. Aura still looked fresh as a spring daisy. She'd have to take the lead from now on. Lori had dust in her hair and it sort of made her feel a bit less authoritative.
"Funny.......killing the messenger may have been the fastest way to spread the message of what rejection to our proposal means"
This was probably the most important lesson Lori could teach Aura. "Try to make every death mean something. Some deaths will be worth more than others. If you're not getting something from it, it's not usually worth it."
Someone got the nerve to shout out from the safety of their open window. >"What was that for?"
"Drug dealers." She hadn't answered too loud, but apparently her meaning was caught. Lori thought she heard a murmur of approval for once. Hm. Maybe those deaths were worth more than she'd hoped.
Aura asked for some clarification on the job and since they had an audience Lori kept a more hushed tone. "If they fail to pay, just a beating, some broken bones will usually suffice." Lori motioned for them to start walking to the next house. "Only repeatedly missed due dates should merit a death." That was how the debt collectors had worked with her dad.
"I can't teach you to use a real sword... I don't know anyone who can... But this is New York City. You can find anything in this town and if it's a sword master you want, a sword master you will get."
Lori motioned to the next door. Time to try again. She had enough juice for one more scuffle at least.
((OOC: We can end here or keep going. Either is OK by me.))