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.
"I trust you won't do something witchy, and send that to all the nice little telemarketers and dating services in town?"
She smirked back, eyeballing him with the glow from her phones screen shining in her eyes. She was tempted to take the number and run without returning the favor... she still could, technically.
"I supposed you will find out, won't you?"
She nibbled on her chicken while typing in his name with her thumb, then tapped at the keypad a few more times before slapping her phone shut and sliding it back into her pocket. Aurum Aurum had been added.
A few moments later her text hit his phone. She had sent her number. Her job was done for now. She continued enjoying her food, while turning her head to people watch a little.
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 12, 2011 14:03:37 GMT -6
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>>"I supposed you will find out, won't you?"
He supposed so.
And to accentuate one, out of several possible, points, her text dinged on his phone. Aurum checked the message, balancing phone dexterously in one hand, and kabob in another.
The good thing about meat on a stick is it's easy to eat and carry.
The good thing about cellphones is they give instant access to the ability to call someone, anywhere.
Aurum tore off a chunk of chicken as his thumb fumbled over the keyboard on his phone. He finished his message, and hit 'send'. A moment later, the message shot out to the number Megan had given him. To test the connection. It was a simple one. 'Hey.' With a smiley face. Somewhere, he'd heard that witches love smiley faces. It seemed implausible, but testable. His thesis was, some preferred oversized frowns.
Megan glanced at Aurum, busy tapping away at his phone with his thumbs, then back outside. The day still felt so young... This classified as lunch, right? She had her kabob, he had his. They had exchanged pleasantries, taken a walk, and he had called her a Witch. A pretty good day, if she didn't say so herself.
Grinning, dug her phone back out and fired a text right back at him, before waving and daintily leaving him in her dust as she exited the restaurant. Witches only had so much time during the day, and she had many more people to make miserable now that she was in a better mood. She went ahead and meandered off in the opposite direction, munching on her kabob. Moments later her text got to him.
Hey. Nice mooching off of ya! Mooch more later, Ta Ta~
Posted by Aurum Mellitus on Jun 13, 2011 19:55:36 GMT -6
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One other thing witches love: Playing tricks. The witch. She ditched. By the time Aurum glanced away for just a second. By the time he'd turned back, she was gone.
The text came in a short few seconds later.
A smirk slid across his face as he looked down at his screen's glow. Hmph. Typical.
He didn't send a return text. He let her think her trick had gone without a hitch.
But honestly. Sure, witches played tricks. There was a problem, though. Witches didn't send 'thank you' notes. Girl had slipped. Fun times.
He turned his focus to polishing off his second lunch.