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 vampyremage on Jun 7, 2010 14:55:15 GMT -6
Guest
The vampire, it seemed, was good to his word in letting the two of them go unscathed and the hostage was released more or less unscathed. Until the two of them returned to the welcoming golden doors of Sanctuary, however, Meld wasn't going to feel comfortable. She and Aura, two of the most proficient fighters she had ever met, had barely been able to scratch the vampire and, even if their purpose had been successful, they were still the ones who were forced to flee with their tailes between their legs. It was both frustrating and disturbing and, more than anything else, reinforced her dedication to become ever more deadly and ever more proficient a fighter.
"I think we'd be safe going back to Sanctuary directly," Meld answered her friend. Normally she'd agree with the sentament of going to the werehouse for a time before returning to Sanctuary, but she felt it better to go directly for two reasons. First, she was injured though it was difficult to gauge how badly and Aura needed time to recover as well. Second, she knew how people like the vampire thought, at least on a basic level. His priority was going to be ensuring that the remaining humans were alive and well, it wouldn't be to follow them.
Meld led the way to the vehicle she had stolen earlier, finding it exactly where she had left it. "He won't be follwing us any time soon and we need to tend our wounds and tell Lori about the vampire." Because Lori would definately want to know about a mutant like him, if she wasn't aware of him all ready.
Once they two of them got to the car, Meld once again touched the ignition with her mutant had, causing the vehicle to start up instantly. They should be back to Sanctuary long before their enemy could even think to try and follow them.
" All right" she said though Aura was unsure about the plan, she figured the silver eyed man would not of stayed long, because the police would have been their pretty quickly, but despite her reluctance, Aura followed Meld, their was one benefit however, they had an awful lot of reinforcements at the sanctuary so if they were followed, they would have cover that way. Still leading the enemy home was never a good plan and Aura had few doubts the silver eyed man would follow.
Getting in the car Aura looked around them trying to see if they had been followed, though she saw no one who looked like a tail, with the guys abilities she had littile doubt he could keep himself hidden from them. Meld did have a point, she had heard the cracking of her friends rib, and her own Aura had taken a good blow to it though it was slowly recovering. The vampire would likely take time to help the wounded, but the police would see him as a mutant and either just attack or try and take him in, he was a mutant his guilt was already determined.
Aura pulled out her cellphone and dialed the orders private number, she got Lisa but told Lisa they needed medical care upon arrival and that they might have a guest following them and then began to relay everything she knew about the silver eyed man, and told Lisa, Lori needed to know right away, since both she and meld had fought him and were forced to run. She hung up and put the phone away trusting in Lisa's unnerving efficiency. SHe suspected the woman was a mutant because of it, but that was unimportant right now. "That guy handled us like it was nothing, and he did not seem to be going for a kill" she went on thinking back on the fight. She hid it well but Aura saw loseing a fight as a failure and this was even worse.
Posted by Sebastian on Jun 12, 2010 17:00:59 GMT -6
Beta Mutant
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May 18, 2013 11:53:12 GMT -6
(One shot, solo)
The Sunday morning paper was thicker than every other day of the week's, it usually took three cups of tea to get through the whole thing, or almost. Sebastian didn't usually pay much attention to the sports section. Sebastian turned the page. Gulf of Mexico oil spill. Property disputes over a well in Sudan turning violent. Romanian legislature debating a new bill of rights: Humans and Mutants to be considered equals. Seismic activity detected near Icelandic volcano. He was only on his second cup so far.
The clangor of the telephone startled him and the hot liquid in the cup sloshed, threatening to escape and burn his lap.
“Hello, this is Sebastian Csendes of Iris Clinic, how may I help you?”
The woman was frantic.
“Can you calm down, please? I can barely understand you.”
It didn't take long for him to get the gist of what she was saying.
“It's an emergency, I have to go,” he kissed his wife's forehead, then was off.
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The police arrived first, but Sebastian got there before the ambulances. A uniformed police officer tried to stop him from getting closer.
“Sir, I am a healer from Iris Clinic. I'm here to help. I may be able to save these people's lives if you let me through.”
“The last thing we need is more mutant freaks,” the officer growled at him, unwilling to budge.
His female partner glared at him. “Give him a chance. If he can do what he says he can do...”
Sebastian left them behind to argue and made his way toward the steps of the church. His stomach churned at the red that painted the steps, the floor, the walls. The smell of smoke and iron clung to the air. He coughed, but continued onward.
A teen girl sat rocking on the steps, holding her shoulder with one hand. A woman with the same flame red hair and the same trail of tears down her cheeks was holding her, putting pressure on the arm as best she could. The girl didn't even look up as Sebastian approached, but her mother glared at him.
She bared her teeth and practically snarled at him, “Don't you think your kind have done enough?”
“Not all mutants are like those that were here before. I'm here to help.”
“Don't you touch her!”
Sebastian didn't listen to her command. He simply reached out and put his hand on the girl's shoulder. It only took a moment to undo the damage of someone's blade. Now, beneath the torn shirt, only clean unbroken kin remained. The mother's protests died on her lips.
He didn't expect any thanks and didn't wait around for any. He moved on, healing a woman whose side had been sliced open, a man whose face and chest had been cut shallowly before he was tripped and scraped up by concrete, a girl with a minor stab wound in her back, and a woman with three claw wounds in her back. Then, countless cuts, scrapes, burns, and bruises from an explosion and the resulting shrapnel.
His heart ached for those he could not save: an elderly man who had probably gone to the same church every Sunday of his life, a man who had been wearing a bow tie, a teen girl in a yellow dress. Sebastian froze, his hands still touching her arm, making absolutely sure he couldn't heal her stomach wound. Ghost had a stomach wound similar to that once, but she'd never had puncture wounds in her neck like that.
Sebastian stood and quickly backpedaled. It couldn't be.
His foot bumped into another prone person. A woman with a gaping hole in her chest.