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.
Whatever reaction she was hoping for, she likely got it and more. Mike's eyes closed tightly as he felt it coming, one hand pressed against his temple as if he had a sudden headache. The rather traumatic memories rushing through her head almost sunk hooks into Mike's empathy, dragging him along for the ride. He got the full emotional impact of the pain, humiliation, anger, and other feelings that the memories stirred up in her, all compressed into the brief period that it took them to run through her mind.
Wiping his eyes with his sleeve, he opened them again. "Well, as cliched as this sounds, nothing good can come of holding them in, either."
What happened next, Mike hadn't really intended. His mind still hadn't fully withdrawn from hers, so she got a decent view of the pictures flashing through his mind, though without any emotional backlash like he got. She saw flashes of groups of students shoving, prodding, and punching him through the hall. She saw his father's cold, contemptuous gaze as he berated his mutant son, making him the family's 'dirty little secret'. She saw the attacks, the ambushes, the 'friends' who walked away to leave him to the fate he got for being a mutant. Then she saw bodies... various students lying around him, the aftermaths of rather one-sided fights after he'd reached his breaking point and snapped. Most were bruised and dazed, some looked disturbingly battered, one had a leg that was obviously shattered in three places, and all of them were sobbing, cowering in fear, and babbling incoherently. There were also very brief flashes of a man hovering in the air in an alley, staring at him in horror.
Through all of this, Mike seemed unaware that she was seeing any of it.
Posted by ladyspade on Feb 24, 2006 1:52:04 GMT -6
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Daria watched Mike "view" her memories wating for rejection or polite sympathy. What she got was more than she could've anticipated. She had made connections with people's minds before-her resistance to telepathy always gave her some insight into a person's nature, but only when she fought it.
She had been willingly allowing Mike to view her mind, though, and hadn't expected to be fed some of his gruesome and heartwrenching memeories as well. Her eyes watered heavily as tears streamed down her face, she felt like screaming in terror at the sight of the bodies and the feeling of lonliness that Mike harbored inside of him...a feeling to which she could relate. Her claws unsheathed again and her lips curled back; not in anger but from the chilling feeling of disapproval and dissapointment that came from evryone in Mike's memories. Daria tried to pull away but Mike's telepathy was too advanced for her minor resistance powers. The best she could do was push back a little and open enough space in his stream of conciousness to get a message through to him. "MIKE, ENOUGH!" she screamed mentally.
Mike looked like he'd been slapped. The connection broke from the shock, and for a few minutes he obviously wasn't sure what had happened, but he figured it out soon enough, or so it seemed from the look of horror that came across his face.
"I... oh my God, I'm sorry, I didn't know I was... oh shit..." No, he wasn't very articulate at the moment, but it was rather understandable. He reached hesitantly for his backpack.
Great, Mike, that was completely freaking brilliant...
Posted by ladyspade on Feb 24, 2006 2:06:03 GMT -6
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Daria was still crying because the visions and emotions had left a sour taste in her mouth and a heavy impact on her heart. But she blinked through the tears and parted her lips to speak. Unable to say anything even remotely relevant she simply grabbed Mike's hand so that he wouldn't take his bag and leave. She didn't look him in the eyes at first she just stared at his hand and her hand unsure of what to say. Then after moments of silence had passed she took her hand way so as not to make him uncomfortable. but she kept her eyes concentrated downward.
If anything, Mike looked a little relieved that she didn't let him leave. He sat back down, looking down at the table, except for occasional glances he stole up at here, half hoping to catch her eyes and half terrified of doing so.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, obviously more calm than a few minutes before, "I didn't even know I was doing that. I'm sorry, no one should have to see that."
Posted by ladyspade on Feb 24, 2006 2:16:18 GMT -6
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Daria licked her lips slowly then lifted up her eyes to catch one of Mike's glances. Her emerald orbs firmly focused on his grey ones as she swallowed hard. She wiped her eyes with her hands and took a deep thoughtfull breath before leaning over the table to speak. "First of all don't apologize. I'm....fine." she wasn't sure actually, she had a slight headache but nothing some asprin couldn't kill. "But you don't tell that stuff to anyone, right? So then why was it so hard for you to understand why I wouldn't talk?"
Mike wore a sad expression, the look of someone who was just so used to it that he was too tired to cry anymore. He held her gaze as he answered. "I understand your reasons... I'm just saying that I know from experience that they aren't good ones. And I've told a few people... well, some of it, at least. The problem was that until I got here, most of the people I were around were part of the problem, not the solution. And even fewer people cared."
((It's way late, I'm heading to bed. more tomorrow. )
Posted by ladyspade on Feb 24, 2006 2:35:59 GMT -6
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Daria nodded in understanding. Not the uniform, sympathetic understanding she'd recieved in the past but the understanding that came from being able to relate, having been there before. Daria didn't even bother to state the regular "I know" she simply looked back at Mike and said "Well, I personally think it's good that I know more about you. I mean you learned alot about me in like what, half a day? Now I don't feel like I'm at a disadvantage." She was begining to recover from the connection now and the crying had stopped and her mind was clearer. She pushed her tray way from her for she'd lost her appetite. She opened the other carton of milk-which always comforted her- and toook a small sip to heal her dry mouth. "I think we're gonna be good friends, Mike." She stated simply. Another thing she would probably never repeat.
Mike smiled slightly, sipping his orange juice. "I think so too," he said simply. There wasn't really a need for words, at least none that he felt. It was one of those moments that just seemed too significant to try to vocalize.
Posted by ladyspade on Feb 24, 2006 11:06:50 GMT -6
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Daria decided that she was still too shaken to eat anything and continued to take small sips from her Milk. "What should we do while we wait for Tricity to be ready to go?" she asked glancing around at the few students who were still in the dining room. She was about to add "assuming that you want to hang out with me until then" but decided that was another negative comment at which Mike would probably smirk and ignore as if she hadn't been so silly as to mention such a thing. "I mean, I like to...keep busy, so to speak." Then a thought flashed across her mind. I wonder how Dia is doing?
"I haven't seen her, but I wouldn't worry. Dia can take care of herself, probably better than either of us can." Mike drank down the rest of his juice, gave the rest of his food a dubious look, and picked up his tray. "It's a little later than usual, but there's still time for a morning jog, if you're feeling up to it. I could use a stretch."
Posted by ladyspade on Feb 25, 2006 8:13:45 GMT -6
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Daria's ears perked up and she smiled. She had been so busy sulking and moping and generally regreting her mutated existance that she had forgotton one of her most favorite past times- excercise. Not a day could pass without Daria doing something physical usually gymanstics or Taekwondo before her mutation, yet since her mutation she hadn't really done anything but sleep. "Yeah let's do it" she said after finishing her milk. "....jogging, I mean." she corrected picking up her back pack and swinging it over her shoulders.
Mike smirked at that. "Well, it IS a little later than normal for a jog... and I have company... so of course, sparring is an option, too," Mike mused.
"Unless, of course, you don't think you're up to it," he teased, picking up his backpack.
Posted by ladyspade on Feb 25, 2006 19:57:49 GMT -6
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Daria thought for a minute about whether or not she would be able to fight Mike after all he'd done for her. He practically saved her life during the fight. One of her hands went up to her chin where the bandages were and she took them off, two thin, pale scars were on her jawline. They didn't sting and were practically healed. Other than that she felt fine.
"Sparring it is then." she replied, meeting Mike's challenge.
Mike assumed that cocky smile of his as they headed out from the dining room. "Go get changed, then meet me at the Danger Room," he said as they headed back into the dorms. ((I'll make the new thread))