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.
Andrea flexed her pale fingers... The stupor she was in prevented her from following Kai as he took off after the robber, and she was honestly fine with that. She was perfectly content with remaining sitting, with her back against the sturdy wall while she stared at her hand in wonder... and a little bit of fear. She couldn't wrap her mind around it... she had been green... with spots, and now she was- normal? Oh... it made her head ache. She wrapped her naked palm over her eyes and let herself be even more confused by its warmth. Did this mean she was cured? Or maybe by some stroke of luck had her mutations had gone into remission... or maybe they had just gone. That would be nice.. She thought, her mind still pleasantly numbed. But... as soon as the boy robber had stepped out of range, she felt the tingle wash away and drew her hand back, watching as the color returned... spots and all. In a way it was a relief, because the strange feeling had vanished and she felt like her old self again.
...and, of course it was also fairly devastating. She was different again, dangerous. She fought back the urge to wallow in grief and perhaps sob a little, and turned her head to see if she could spot where Kai had gone. She didn't want him to get hurt after all. Her eyes landed on a patch of flashing blue and red reflected on the wall, and she tilted her head a little. Blue and red... where was it coming from? The Gorgon got to her feet slowly, and took two small, shaky steps in the direction of the broken front window- before suddenly remembering what those dancing blue and red lights belonged to. The police. She put the pieces together in her head slowly and started to back away towards the rear entrance. There was probably very little time to escape- but she had to try. Andrea made haste to the back, oblivious that outside the thief was attempting to pass the blame onto them. Sneaking out the back door, she spotted a gate in the fence that surrounded the yard, and moved to it. On the other side in the alley, she found the car the robber had been filling, pulled aside by some trash cans. It would go ignored however, as she made her way around it and moved quickly down the alley, away from the flashing lights.
((Off she goes! Let me know if anything needs to be changed))
He was so intent on running after the robber man that he almost completely forgot about Andrea. He passed by her, but didn’t stop before barreling through the broken window again and launching himself out of it. He arrived just in time to see the robber punch Sebastian in the face.
“Hey, that’s not very nice!” he started to protest, when he noticed the police cars pulling up. Good! he thought to himself. This jerk is going to get what he deserves. He can’t even run for it now! To ensure the inability to run, Kai tried to make the grass behave as a rope and tie his feet down, but the blades just seemed to be ignoring him. As were the roots. Well that’s odd… he thought, normally plants were all too chatty. And his trap, which seemed to have caught the wrong person, was also silent now.
>>“Officers! These mutie freaks were trying to break into this house. I stopped them for you.” The criminal proclaimed to the advancing team of officers.
Kai couldn’t believe what he was hearing! That was completely ridiculous, if only he were a little bit closer, he could give that lying monster what-for. As it was, he pointed at him accusingly. “He’s the one who was breaking in!” The innocence in his voice rang out true… but may have been hampered slightly by the fact that he gestured with the broken lamp post still in his hand.
The police were not fooled by his protestations, and aimed their firearms at him. “Put down the weapon, kid!”
He glanced at the lamp in his hand, noticing for the first time the piece of potentially self-incriminating evidence. He dropped the ‘weapon’ immediately. “Officers, I swear I’m telling the truth. We were at the mansion when I heard something and we came to investigate. Me and…” he was going to say ‘Andrea,’ but a quick glance behind him told him she was not there. What happened to her?! he thought, starting to panic, What if there was another robber that I didn’t know about and now he’s holding her hostage? Kai’s mind raced through all of the worst scenarios possible, feeling very much like everything was his fault.
Posted by Martin Stein on Jun 19, 2010 10:22:15 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
There was a great commotion, motion in his head, colors moving, one theme to the other, going, flowing. Red and Blue mixing, mingling into a lilac fountain, flowing up into the sky, coloring, painting. Panting. He was panting. Lilac flowing over him, drowsing him in color, colour flowing. To show your true colors you needed... pain flowing through every nerve in your body... And then. Silence followed. In his head. The colors dissipated back into the real world. Dreadful realities.
He had crouched down on the ground, the head firmly clasped between his hands as if to protect himself in this almost embrionic stance from some giant goliath that was looming overhead. Not overhead. Inside his head. The pain. Overturned, upturned lay his yellow spraying bollty, lazily spilling its contents upon the grass, which almost instantly had taken on a sickly lighter sheen, as if its green was being washed away with every drop of liquid that was spilt on it. Washing away...
the blue-and-red lgiths were shimmering in his sclera. Burning down the neurons in excited staccatos of atropin impulses, secreations slowly creeping up his brainstem. He knew these colors. Had. To. Get. Up. It took some willpower, some forcing of the mind, till, one after another, his figners peeled from his face, where they had, pressing down, left red marks. A painiting of hate. Of pain. Indian warmarks in his face. Dug there by his own hands. Clawed. Getting up, straightening up, the now empty handed gardener in his white protective gown watched as the thief mingled with the police officers, saw their faces. Took his time and judged the situation. Measured with every inch of his shaked being what was going on before his eyes. Interpreting the meaning, deciphering a new language almost. The officers, two of them at least, had turned on the unicorn and the flower-tender almost instantly upon hearing the accusation made by the thief, while Martin had still crouched on the ground. The would be theif hopefully. Their faces were concentrated. Their hands already rested atop the less-letha weapons at their hips - less lethal to humans. And Martin looked at Sebastian to see whether the other immortal had any desire to fight against the humans whose prejudice almost exclusively led to o tehir demise one way or another.
Follow me down this road... one way. The blue eyes, still dimmed from whatever had just happened, closed, only to ope again in a very eloquent way. Hardened steel, fire hardened, burning cold with fury at the sight of the humans lusting glances. "One false move and youll be down for good." One of them shouted. Deescalation? There was none. While in his eyes were warring, in his mind, the desire not to be apprehended again, never again, ever, and the desire to not dance today, to not dance with them, in front of them. He was an agent after all. And a good agent at that. Violence only when necessary. Was it now? He cast down his eyes, his hands low at his sides, fingers wiggling. Only if... there was no choice. Was there? He had left his knife in the house, too. Sadly. Sadly.
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 22, 2010 12:55:32 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
The officers looked back and forth from the two teen kids each trying to finger the other one. They glanced over the hardened glare of the man in his white gown; the dark red marks on his face made him look like he had escaped from a mental hospital. They looked at the pale man still lying on the ground, his face broken and bleeding. Something wasn't adding up.
One of the officers, Mark Perham, a young and jumpy cub in his first month of duty shouted irrational phrases and pointed his gun at the insane looking man. His partner, whose name tag read Elias Green, elbowed him.
“All four of you will have to come down to the station for questioning,” came the calmer voice of the senior partner. Six versus four, one of whom was unconscious. Six guns versus a lamp, lies, and a cannister of herbicide. “It would be unwise to resist.”
The adapted teen squeaked, “Hey, I caught them for you, why do I have to go down?”
All he earned for his question was a raised eyebrow from the older cop. “Your statements will be most valuable, in that case, won't they?” He took a card out of his pocket and commenced reading the four of them their rights. Or the three, rather. He'd have to repeat it once more when the unconscious man awoke.