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 Tarin Brooks on May 26, 2010 20:40:03 GMT -6
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Jules
The young man had obviously died in a war, and judging by the uniform the spirit was wearing and the final images he was pumping into Tarin’s head, it was the Civil War. Tarin was used to seeing horrible things from spirits, it was the nature of his power and something he’d learned to deal with a long time ago. The Civil War was still disturbing. It was a case of humanity pushing technology ahead of medicine then playing catch up.
The wounds had been horrific, as had Everett’s death, even if it had been quick. The spirit nodded, solemnity replacing the excitement that had been there a few moments before.
Maya and Jude finally left the room and Sebastian pointed out that he was ready when Tarin was. The Medium winced slightly, then sighed, ”Alright then, Sebastian…but just keep in mind that whoever he was to you in the past…spirits are usually different than they were alive.“ he paused and concentrated, pushing his own energy and life force into the spirit across the room from him. Slowly the man came into view, everything the strange man had said made sense, but Everett knew he was mostly the same as he’d been when he was alive.
Suddenly he could see again really see and feel. It was an amazing thing after so long.
”Hello.” the young man said as he appeared next to Sebastian.
Posted by Sebastian on May 27, 2010 19:52:37 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Sebastian had seen spirits become solid before. He still jumped when it happened. All the warning in the world, and he still jumped when the face of his son appeared next to him. “Everett,” he whispered, awed.
Tarin had warned him that he might be different, but he looked exactly the same... or rather just slightly older than when Sebastian had last seen him. He had driven with him in the carriage all the way to London. He had put him on the boat with his young fiancée and her family. He had sent letters and eventually gotten one back with very sad news. He could still remember it as if it was yesterday.
“I...” He should have had something to say to his own kin, back for a short period from the realm of the dead, but he had no speech prepared.
Everett just shook his head in mock exasperation, then spoke, “Let me tell you a story.” He used the words Sebastian had used so often when he was just a boy.
Sebastian's mouth formed Everett's old response automatically, “A true story? There's no kissing in it, right?”
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 4, 2010 22:43:32 GMT -6
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
Everett just shook his head, a trace of a smile on his lips as he began.
“There was once a boy and a girl who loved each other very much. Unfortunately the girl was going to move with her family to a land across the sea. The boy didn't know what to do, for he was the only son in his family, and tradition would have him stay at home to inherit his father's land. The boy's father heard what was happening, though, and told the son that following his heart was the most important thing he could do, far more important than traditions. So, that's what the boy did.
“The boy and girl became husband and wife, and from then on were never separated for long. In their new homeland they had a family and worked the land, until one day the husband was called to fight in the war to end slavery. He fought his hardest, but in the end...” Everett looked away for a moment,
“The wife saw him one last time, lying as though asleep in an infirmary bed. The husband saw the wife one last time, crying, but he could do nothing to comfort her. She took her husbands ring from his finger and with it took her husbands spirit. She wore it on a chain around her neck until the day came for her to pass into the next world. There the spirits were reunited, though in truth they had never really been apart.
Their children could not bear to separate the rings, and sent them to their grandfather, who they knew would keep them safe for a long time.” The civil war ghost looked at each of the other two men, signifying that the story, or at least this part of it, was complete, “And now, we need to go fishing. The two in the other room, my step-mother and brother may come back. I wish them no harm, and extra fishing lines in the water would be helpful.”
Jude kept Ghost safe by asking her to look into the weird looking group of occult stuff. He wanted her to be sure there were no more ghosts, yes, but also he wanted her distracted while he peeked out into the world of men (and dead man). The back curtain parted just enough for his little face.
Maya, after poking around in the ooky stuff didn't bother Jude. She stepped lightly until she could peek through the curtain above his head without him even knowing. The curtain parted enough for her to see the show and notice Jude's reaction to each new thing. A gasp after Mister Tarin did something. Rapt attention when the man spoke. (She'd never heard a peep from him before.)
>“And now, we need to go fishing. The two in the other room, my step-mother and brother may come back. I wish them no harm, and extra fishing lines in the water would be helpful.”
Step mother? That was an odd thought.
"He says we can go fishing!" Jude wheeled around and right into Ghost who bumped into a bookcase that wobbled. She put her hands on it. No need for anyone else to get crushed under a bookcase in this store.
"Why are we fishing?"
"Because the dead guy said to, duh!"
Timidly Maya shuffled the both of them out from behind the curtain. Apparently they were going fishing.