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.
Posted by vampyremage on Feb 15, 2010 14:10:39 GMT -6
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Neither the mutant man nor the woman with the cell phone seemed inclined to try and stop Meld as she made her way, deceptively casually, towards the door. As she walked, her tail eye blinked at the two witnesses to her crime. At one time she would have been concerned about leaving a witness behind, but not now, not when her name and face were so well known anyway. A small crime like petty theft was nothing compared to her other crimes.
Just before walking out the door Meld paused, turning her head back towards the mutant. "If that man," and she pointed towards the still unconscious shop owner, "hurts some poor defenseless mutant, then remember his or her blood will be on your hands. If that man incites more violence and hatred towards our kind, then that blood and that violence will be your burden to bear. Had I not made my promise to you, a promise I kept because you are a mutant and of my kind, he would be dead now. Dead and no longer any threat to anyone."
Another step and Meld was out the door. Her tail kept its vision set on the pair behind her as she prepared to ascend to the rooftops and take her flight to safety.
Posted by waitingtovan on Feb 16, 2010 16:30:02 GMT -6
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The girl on the phone was still incessantly chattering to the operator but she stopped when the metal mutant began speaking to Van. Something like understanding flashed in her eyes when she looked on the boy. Maybe she realized he wasn't an accomplice to the crime? It didn't matter at that moment. What mattered was the Mega Mutant was saying something that the young mutant could see for himself was the truth. He glanced at the fat man lying in slumped against the wall in what appeared to be a puddle of his own urine. He'd defended him...if the man proved him wrong then Van could feel just as guilty for his actions as the man may or may not feel. Something lurched in the boy's stomach, but he didn't flinch at the words, just watched the speaker leave the store, a blank look on his face.
A moment after she left the boy walked over to where Grumps lay. He was bleeding from he head pretty badly but he was still breathing. Without saying anything, Karen of the Phone handed him a towel she procured from somewhere behind the counter which he used for pressure on the wounds. Somehow there was nothing to say, as if the metal woman had said everything with her parting statement.
Van didn't look up from his duty when he heard the sirens coming down the street. He just stared at the greasy man, conflicting thoughts of pity and disgust fighting dirty with each other in his mind.
Posted by vampyremage on Feb 18, 2010 13:45:44 GMT -6
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(OOC: I think this is going to be my final post unless you have something else in mind.)
No one seemed inclined to stop Meld in her fleeing of the scene, the only fortunate thing that had gone her way this entire night. She walked out the door, hearing the sound of fast approaching sirens. Well, that wasn't so unexpected really. Unless they were able to jump across rooftops as she was, they really had no chance of actually catching her.
Once outside Meld scaled the nearest building, clawed hands and feet digging into the brick sides of the building. She then began running, leaping from one roof to the next. In this area of town, luckily, the buildings were all close together. It took a very long time for the sirens to begin dissapating as she got further away from them, but at least they weren't coming any closer. Stupid cops. When would they ever learn not to mess with mutants?
Eventually Meld stopped and crouched, looking through her wallet and her ill gotten money. It wasn't much but it was enough to supply her for the trip to come. She was only a little winded from her flight. Another crime well committed. She mentally congradulated herself. But, of course, she would not soon forget the face of the mutant that had tried to stop her, even if by mere words alone.