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 waitingtovan on May 2, 2010 19:15:41 GMT -6
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Van's ideas were shot down in a few deft sentences shot from Chris' mouth. Oh well, at least he'd tried, right? The tall boy wasn't a long distance runner either, his smoking and general lack of exercise regime made him a bit under athletic--the powers helped though, at least when it came to jumping rooftops in NYC to get away from his apartment quickly. Pierced ears perked up at the mention of the Mansion. Now where had he heard that before?
Brown hair. Blue eyes. Laughing. Kissing. Dancing. Angry. Fries. Oh, the grease had hurt and he'd gotten salt in the wounds and the pores of his face. He really should call Etta--no, no he was not going to call her. She was just a girl, he didn't need girls. They were much more trouble than they were worth. Van was stoic and kinda manly (riiight) and he was a lone wolf, independent and totally complete within himself. He needed to stop thinking about her. Right about...now.
I wonder what she's doing right now...
Easier said than done. Chris had opened a can of worms inside of Van's head without even knowing about it. In any case, Van new where the Mansion was since he'd been there to pick up a date that ended...at a freaking McDonald's
The boy patiently waited, it seemed as if Chris was about to give him some slightly important information when he started explaining himself. He didn't like NYC? Strange...but understandable...maybe. Van hadn't really ever thought about it--New York was home, or at least it had been for over half his life. "Ahhhh," The Epitome of Wisdom replied (as all teenagers are gifted with such titles) in his knowing way. "Then I suppose minor set backs could be a bit bigger, if you don't like being," a hand motion around. "here."
"I know where the Mansion is, if you're talking about that Sister School." He assumed the other boy was, him being so mutant-y and all. Van could practically smell it coming off the other boy...or was that a fishy smell? Hmmm...probably fish. The boy didn't elaborate, he'd offer his help if Chris asked but he was done sticking his neck out unasked--it was really awkward, being so polite to strangers and Van was pretty sure he'd evened out his karma scales for the day with his first suggestions and the retrieving of the bag from the sidewalk. Sir GAP was on his own unless he provided Van with a less awkward reason to stick around.
Chris nodded to the statement that minor setbacks got bigger if you didn't like the place where those setbacks occured to you. But 'don't like being here' felt a bit downplayed -he 'didn't like being here' so much that it almost affected him in a physical way, like a metal bar that slowly wrapped itself tighter and tighter around his chest and made it harder for him to breathe.
He nodded again as Van mentioned the Sister School. "Yep, that's the place," he said quietly. Yeah, Van probably knew about the school. Chris didn't believe that there were any mutant in New York who didn't know about it. But the question was how to get there, preferably as fast as possible. A bright yellow car that passed by in the street gave him an idea... but he quickly abandoned it. The last time (which had also been the first time for him) he'd tried to hail a cab it had taken him 15 minutes, and if you considered the humiliation into that e didn't think it was worth it. But then he quickly turned his head towards Van, opened his mouth... and hesitated. He still didn't like asking people for help since it always made him feel so bothersome, but right now he didn't see any other option. Besides, Van had been helpful. Maybe he wouldn't have anything against helping Chris out just once more? "I... was just wondering... Could you maybe hail a cab for me? I have money, but..." He shrugged, letting his unique features speak for himself.
Posted by waitingtovan on May 5, 2010 9:54:27 GMT -6
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Yep, Chris was headed back to the Mansion--Xavier's Sister School. Van had assumed as much and he was glad that he was right and hadn't offended by assuming. Etta was the only other person that he knew of that lived there...the young mutant had never actually been inside the illustrious place, and he felt a sudden pang of curiosity.
The musing on how to get into the school was interrupted when he was asked a question. Hail a taxi? Gray eyes surveyed the wonderfully strange features of the boy in front of him. "Hail a cab, my good man? Why, I am a master of summoning, the champion of--Taxi!" A yellow car speeding past stopped at the boy's call and at his upraised arm. The young man stepped back, pulling Chris with him, to let the cabbie stop for them.
A master indeed.
Opening the door, Van ushered Chris forward, peeking his head into the open passenger side window. "Hello good sir, how are you today?" The driver was a forty-something looking man with an unlit cigarette hanging from his droopy mouth. He had weathered looking skin and kind wrinkles around his eyes. Taped to the dash was a picture of the man and a large family that shared his kind eyes and large lips. "Fine, just fine." The driver answered curtly with a light accent Van couldn't place, signalling the other boy to get in as well. Seeing a perfect opportunity to quench his curiosity, he slid in next to the fish boy.
Kind eyes widened as they looked in the rear-view mirror but the man up front said nothing about his riders' appearances. "Where to?" The accent was back as the cab pulled from the curb and Van turned to Chris, smiling like a kid that just ate a giant piece of cake.
((OOC: Feel free to take us to the mansion--we can either continue here or start a new thread ))
Chris had barely finished the question as Van, or the master of summoning taxis as he apparently also was called, waved in a cab to the curb for them. The boy got kindly but firmly ushered into the back of the cab, curling up in the seat squeezing the GAP bag in his arms. Van addressed their chauffeur with a cheerful greeting before dropping into the seat next to Chris.
The man glanced into the rear view mirror and Chris held his breath for a moment, fearing that they would be told to leave the car. Two weeks ago, the time when he'd managed to hail a cab after 15 minutes, he'd been dropped off after just a few blocks since "the smell got into the seats". But this driver didn't grumble - instead he just started the car and asked where to. "Xavier's Sister School," Chris said. "Do you know where it is?" The driver just nodded and looked forward, concentrating on the traffic.
Chris gave up a sigh of relief - he was finally going back to his safe haven. Van was apparently tagging along, looking as happy as a kid on Christmas who'd just found out that not one of his gifts where going to be long johns and that the candy store next door handed out free sweets. Chris was a little surprised that Van had decided to join, he hadn't mentioned that he was interested in seeing the Sister School earlier... but, as said before, he was a decent enough guy (for having piercings) so Chris didn't mind it... as long as he kept his hands to himself.