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.
Mike caught the thought, but of course couldn't feel it himself. "Even when it's warm, you're feeling cold?" he asked. The inevitable question... was it in her head, or was it her body that really was having problems staying warm?
"Then you won't mind if I turn the air conditioner on?" he smirked, a blanket floating across the room to them. He started touching her skin to see if it really was cool to the touch.
Posted by ladyspade on May 4, 2006 20:21:23 GMT -6
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Daria smirked back and snuggled closer to him. Her immediate thought was that perhaps it was related to the stone. Mike found though that her skin was cool to the touh, not as cold as she felt but still cool.
"You are cold," he said, starting to get concerned. "Did this just start today, hon?" He glanced over at the thermostat to check where it was set. HE didn't feel cold, that was for sure.
Mike raised an eyebrow. "Don't you think that it wouldn't hurt to have the Doc take a quick look at you before we go? It's probably nothing big, but it can't hurt to not feel like shivering while we're out there."
Posted by ladyspade on May 4, 2006 20:32:16 GMT -6
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"This sounds so childish." she warned. "But I don't want to go to the doctor and you can't make me" she said simply, rolling off of him and taking the blanket with her. She'd gone to sleep earlier in order to ignore the chills.
Mike sighed and rolled over with her. "Fine, you're right. I can't make you, and I respect you far too much to even think of making you. Just... if it gets worse... please?" he asked. This really was worrying him, but he tried not to let it show just how much.
Posted by ladyspade on May 4, 2006 20:37:05 GMT -6
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Of course, just as Daria couldn't hide a thing from him he, too, could rarely conceal things from her now and she picked up faintly on just how much it bothered him.
"If I go he'll say something bad. Something I don't want to hear. I know he will." she said, not looking him in the eyes.
Posted by ladyspade on May 4, 2006 21:01:52 GMT -6
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"Remember I told you a long time ago when were waiting for Tricity that I hate doctors. You said something like "I hate Kiwis" to show me I was being vague." She smiled slightly.
"anyways, it always seems like I'm just always diagnosed with something, clinical deression, anxiety, hyrdophobia...he;s gonnna say something about the stone, Mike."
*Wire walked through the hallway, finding the door Tricity had told him was the room belonging to Cassiel. He stopped in front of the door, running a hand through his hair. After clearing his throat, Wire knocked on the door.*
