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.
Van seemed to be as deep in thought as Juka himself was. It was one of those times that he really wished he was a mind reader to be able to discover exactly what was passing through the other man's mind. Maybe his bubble would somehow spontaneously allow him to read minds? It seemed doubtful somehow but stranger things had happened. Still, he wasn't about to dwell on what was likely not a realistic possibility. Even that thought seemed out of character for him, a manifestation of his new found commitment to doing something with his life. It wasn't all about him, it was about making the best of things and helping others to do the same.
"I think some evils are universal, but the human and mutant conditions leave so much room for opinion and free will and corruption. I don't think I'd be able to be that person, at least not alone. You'd probably be alone, you know that right? Unless you joined the X-men or whatever those guys on the news are. Vigilantism implies in itself going around the law and doing what you believe is right so you'd probably be wanted for something after a while--even if whatever you did you did for your version of right and justice on the wicked. There shouldn't have to be two kinds of justice, the people that are assigned to the duty of protecting people should be enough--I know that you're telling the truth, sometimes they aren't enough and I wish that I couldn't believe you."
After a long moment Juka nodded his agreement. It was just one more proof, if such a proof was even needed, that the journey he was about to enter on was not going to be an easy journey. Juka was a social creature by nature so going it alone might be more difficult than he would like to admit, but it wouldn't stop him. Besides, as Van himself brought up, there was always the chance to join the X-Men. From what Juka had seen of them, they seemed to share many of his own philosophies and he was pretty sure it was a group he could be proud to call his own. Fighting the good fight with others, even if the others were few, was easier than fighting it alone.
"I just don't think that I can sit by and do nothing anymore. I know its going to be tough and I know its going to be lonely, but I've been given this great gift and I can't see it put to waste. I can do good in the world; I think I'm meant to to good in the world. I know the X-Men and they are good people. I think I'd be honored to fight by their side and do good things in the world. I think sometimes they get a bad rap. But if you can't do what I want to do then that's ok no one expects you too, least of all me. Each of us have a path that we need to follow and sometimes it takes us a little while to discover that path. I think...I think I'm beginning to discover mine and it scares me more than a little but I know in my heart that its the right path to take." The part about being scared came out on its own, without his express permission but he found that to also be true. Because it was a frightening thought that he would be taking the law into his own hands and sometimes it would be his judgement that that helped or hurt others. It was more responsibility than he had ever had before.
"I need to help too..."
Juka smiled at Van, hearing the truth in his words. "I'm glad to hear that. I hope...I hope you won't think less of me because I need to go my own path and help in my own way. I hope that...maybe we might even be able to be friends after we both leave this place. Do you think that might be possible?" Juka looked up with big innocent eyes. Or, perhaps eyes that were no longer so innocent as they used to be. Juka was learning, learning about the evils of the world, the darkness that was harbored within the minds and hearts of humans and mutants alike. No, he was no longer so innocent as he used to be but perhaps there was still some hint of his former innocence and, if nothing else, there was surely some hint of his idealism and hope for the future.
Posted by waitingtovan on Apr 2, 2010 20:03:06 GMT -6
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For some reason, Van had the sudden urge to hug the man sitting on the pew next to him. Their lives, it seemed, were going in two different but parallel directions but the things he was saying were so right. It was the exact reason Van had came into the cathedral in the first place, he'd been in need of some guidance and some solid reinforcement that he wasn't the only person...struggling with the ideas of good and evil and justice when it came to his mutation. Juka had (knowingly or not) helped him solidify his own ideas, it wasn't exactly what most would call guidance but it had similar results. He'd also proven that Van wasn't the only mutant facing the hard issues that most people took for granted not worrying about. It was for all of that and more that caused the young man to want to physically show the gowned man how much he was grateful for the words coming from his mouth.
Hugging urge aside, Van needed to at least verbally explain himself as best he could to the person next to him. "I think I've started to see my path more clearly--it's like you said earlier about how we have to find the things that seem right to us and roll with them. You feel the need to help people and I think I do too, we just feel differently about how it needs to be gone about. I think that if you truly believe in your cause then it almost has to be scary to fight for it--if it were too easy or if you were too confident in your ability to fight then you don't really respect whatever it is you're trying to stand for." His last words started hesitant and then ended strong as he found his groove.
The man smiled at Van after his accidental utterance and then told him that he was glad to hear it and that he hoped that they could be friends and that Van, a stranger he'd only known for perhaps an hour, wouldn't think less of him for the path he was choosing. Van returned the smile, even though it hurt the tender tissue around his nose to do so. "I think that as long as you don't cross certain lines that I won't have a reason to think less of you, Mr. Miami." He was giving him these big, almost puppy dog eyes. Van had never thought of another man as adorable before, but he was dangerously close to admitting it about the man in the church. "I think that anything is possible." The grin that almost made him wince was worth it as Van stood up and smoothed the wrinkles that had formed in the back of his pants.
"We can be friends as long as you help me find a kilt." Stranger things had come out of the boy's mouth, but not during their conversation. There was a noise of doors opening at the front of the sanctum and Van turned around to see the priests greeting what appeared to be the night mass that was milling around near the doors. "And I think that," he gestured towards the parishioners that were talking and laughing in their groups. "Is my cue to exit." Looking the stranger-that-was-still-somehow-his-friend he added: "Thank you, you have no idea what this talk has done for me. I needed it. Really, thank you." There was some strong emotion there, hidden underneath Van's choke. He tried to ignore it, even though his body language wouldn't allow him to.
Juka was glad that he had decided to come into this church and met Van. The church itself hadn't been any help, God, if he existed, was silent as usual but Van certainly had been. Whether he meant to or not, the man had helped him to clarify so much confusion that was going through his head and brought him to the path that he knew he was supposed to be on. It was good to know that others were dealing with the same dellemmas that he was, good to know that he wasn't alone. Abyss had seemed so sure of himself and his actions that Juka had felt inadequate because he was the farthest thing from sure. He no longer felt that way, he felt like he had the strength to carve his own path and deal with the problems of the world in his own way. And he felt like it didn't matter that he was still a little confused, that he would probably always be just a little confused.
"I think I've started to see my path more clearly--it's like you said earlier about how we have to find the things that seem right to us and roll with them. You feel the need to help people and I think I do too, we just feel differently about how it needs to be gone about. I think that if you truly believe in your cause then it almost has to be scary to fight for it--if it were too easy or if you were too confident in your ability to fight then you don't really respect whatever it is you're trying to stand for."
"I'm glad to hear it," Juka replied honestly. "I think we're both going to do good things in the future even if we go about it in different ways. I think we both win in the end, as long as we don't give up and don't comprimise our values." More truth and all of this serious moral talk was starting to hurt his head. Ice cream, he decided, would be the perfect reward for coming to his grand epiphany. Ice cream didn't confuse him, it was delcious and it didn't hurt anyone and sometimes that's all that was really needed in life. At least, that's what was needed in between the more important things.
"We can be friends as long as you help me find a kilt. And I think that, Is my cue to exit. Thank you, you have no idea what this talk has done for me. I needed it. Really, thank you."
"You have yourself a deal," Juka agreed with a grin. Clothes were his specialty, after all. Before Van could leave he dug into one of his many pockets and took out a card with his name and cell number on it. "If you ever need to talk of if you just happen to be bored, give me a call, day or night." Juka bowed again. "It was a rare pleasure to meet you, Van." He waited a few minutes after Van departed before departing himself, concience clear and mind on his delicious icecreamy treat to come.