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.
Carrick started counting the money as he removed it from the last wallet distracted by his own greed he failed to notice just how injured his wing actually was. Carrick blinked and multi-colored eyes met the rodent looking man and he blinked again before looking to his wing, which was indeed bleeding, not profusely mind you but enough to cause concern if it was left unchecked for a long period of time.
”Piker?” Carrick asked slightly as he then tried to focus on his wing again and managed to move it slightly but not enough to cause him a large amount of pain, it was at least sprained if it was broken he doubted he could move it as much as he did. Carrick blinked eyes not welling up he looked back to the other mutant who was busy hiding in the bushes during the whole tussle, ”Good work!” he said sarcastically. ”But you lot are right, best we cheese it before the 5-0 show up on their speedies and their paddy wagons.” Carrick looked around and decided it was best to take the lead seeing as the other two were waiting around for him or the other.
”This way looks like we are taking a cab!” Carrick reluctantly as he looked at the money in his hand which amounted to just under two hundred dollars, he was sure that he’d be getting a call later from Jorge about some winged kid mugging a few men three times his size. Carrick smirked at the thought and pocketed the money and ran off heading to the park exit. ”Come’on!” Carrick called out to the other two mutants who were currently his accomplice even though only one of them really helped out.
Posted by arrowatch on Dec 27, 2010 23:46:57 GMT -6
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Anthony grimaced, an unaccustomed expression, as slang for the police were destroyed and mangled by the little Irish mutant. Anthony looked at Chris, and smiled again. Chris was a good man, a good guy. Anthony tried to figure out what to do next. And then, he was off. The Irish kid, not Anthony. Gallumphing back, as it were, with a Jabberwocky's head, where Jabberwocky is cash, and the head is a fistful.
All in all, Anthony realized two things. One. His mind was a frightful place and should not be allowed unsupervised visits to the outside world. But, more importantly, Two. This kid had no idea what the flow of the situation was. Anthony turned to Chris.
"Kid is a firecracker, isn't he. Quite the little prat, but energetic." Anthony began to trot after the winged one, but stopped. Anthony wondered exactly how fast Chris could run, but he doubted it was fast.
"Hey! I have a better idea! We need to duck into a nearby store. If we tell someone we rescued you from some jerks in the park, we can probably get you patched up and if any cops come asking around, someone can tell them what happened. We aren't indistinct enough to be able to hide forever. A cab just makes us look guilty. Er. Guiltier. Hey, Chris, is that a word? Guiltier? Huh."
Again, Anthony realized, his mind had slipped it's leash and gone wandering. Anthony mentally shook himself. The worst part wasn't that he couldn't focus on anything serious. The worst part was that his thoughts seemed a bit saner then the surrounding situation. Anthony's nigh eternal smile inched itself into a scowl. Which would probably cause wrinkles, damn it all.
Speedies... what? Chris realized that hanging around the younger mutant could be problematic as long as he only understood roughly 80% of what he was saying.
At least they had started to move, and since Chris was eager to be elsewhere he followed. When Anthony said that the kid was a firecracker Chris just shook his head. Not to deny that the kid was a firecracker, a prat or energetic, but in disbelief over how unruffled Anthony was. "How can you be so calm?" Chris asked in an almost jealous way, he himself was so high-strung that if someone had tapped on him he would have vibrated in A-sharp.
When Anthony stopped Chris did the same, somewhat hopefully. Had the furry mutant decided to ditch the winged one? It turned out this wasn't so, but Anthony still had a point. They couldn't just keep running without a goal. But Chris couldn't help but to voice his thoughts aloud. "Or... maybe we should just let him go. I mean, we don't know who he is or why those guys were chasing him. What if he'd been stealing from them? In that case we've become accomplices. Robbers. Muggers. Thiefs." Chris was nervously weighing from one foot to another. "I don't know about you, Anthony, but I don't find the thought of being hauled of to jail very compelling. And yes, guiltier is a word."
Carrick stopped running when the furred one told him to wait up. Turning on his feet and running back towards them he tilted his head when he stopped in front of them as they were talking, really were they both that thick? They just got into a fight and won, two vs. five something Carrick was very proud of considering he had an injured wing and was a third the size of those that were trying to lay the hurt on him and now they were just talking…
Shaking his head Carrick added, ”I got a guy back at the mansion that can fix me up real good, not great with wings but he is a healer and frankly he doesn’t ask a lot of questions, and seeing as this will probably get us some heat I think that’s best…” Carrick said shifting his eyes quickly making sure he didn’t spot the reds and blues from the police the last thing he wanted was have to have Jorge talk to him through bars.
Frowning towards the mutant that didn’t help much at all Carrick smirked, ”Me a thief? I’m just a kid!” lowering one wing and his tail Carrick quickly added, ”They were trying to steal from me!” Carrick said playing the innocent and committing well to it seeing as it was an act he played often.
”The po-po aren’t gonna do anything if we aren’t here!” Carrick said quickly his feet already turning and the distance between them increased two steps, ”sides there aren’t a lot of people around, think about it would they talk to the police if they didn’t even try helping me?” Carrick asked as another couple feet between them increased, ”Trust me!” Carrick said his heart racing as his adrenaline was pumping.
Posted by arrowatch on Jan 26, 2011 23:27:05 GMT -6
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Anthony would have glowered if would have done any good, but he doubted it would have. Deffinitely a little piker come down stateside. Status as a mutant didn't mean crap to Anthony, so he wasn't inclined to 'Trust me' to the kid. But, he'd just assisted in the assault and robbery of multiple private persons. This was no time to be stuffy.
Patton once said: A good plan violently executed right now is far better than a perfect plan executed next week. A good man. And, all things considering, not the best role model. But not the worst.
"Ugh. Right. You're right. Okay, okay. I guess we head for the road. Crap, I hope this doesn't come back to bite me. I know the holding cell better than I'd like, so I'd rather not visit it again. Crap. Okay, tail boy, lead the way." Anthony began to trot after the boy.
”I got a guy back at the mansion that can fix me up real good, not great with wings but he is a healer and frankly he doesn’t ask a lot of questions, and seeing as this will probably get us some heat I think that’s best…” Chris suddenly looked up at the other mutant. He lived at the mansion? Chris had never seen him in his entire life... but, then again, he spent almost all of his time on his room or hunting pigeons outside. He still hadn't met all of the other inhabitants, but he was pretty sure he'd have remembered the winged kid.
”Me a thief? I’m just a kid! They were trying to steal from me!” Chris frowned. somehow he didn't think that being a kid excluded you from being a thief, but he didn't feel like discussing that there and then.
He sighed and started to follow Anthony and tail boy. He guessed they were right - better to get away from here as fast as possible. The idea of being labelled as an accomplice still didn't appeal to him, but that wouldn't be a problem if they didn't get caught, right?
When Anthony mentioned holding cells Chris remembered the event at the sushi restaurant almost one year ago. He'd managed to get away, but he still remembered the sound of police sirens closing in... He hadn't seen Anthony since, and had never gotten the oportunity to thank him for his help. And for the sushi. It wasn't maybe the best moment, but Chris decided to mention it anyway as he walked in a brisk pace to keep up with the two others. "Ehm... about that thing at the sushi restaurant..." He suddenly yelped in surprise when something swept away his legs from under him. Chris landed on all four, but befor ehe had the opportunity to rise or even turn around someone kicked him hard in the ribs. Chris lost his breath and fell to the ground. He tried to scramble as far away as possible from his attacker, and now he realized what had happened - the thug that had gotten away had sneaked up on him and swept away his legs from behind. The thug didn't lose any time and lunged for the winged kid, aiming a punch towards his head. "Give back what you stole, damn thief mutie!!"
And he wasn't alone - the guy who'd tried to get up and then had gotten his elbow kicked by Chris apparently had been in good enough condition to help his buddy. He approached Anthony, trying to punch him in his ribs.
((I hope it's okay that I brought these guys back? No-one had any plans for them?))
Good they both seemed willing now, well not as gun-ho as Carrick would have liked but willing to flee is better than sticking around that and he mainly wanted some people to make sure he got to the doc safely the last thing he wanted was to get jumped again. Once Carrick’s back was turned to the group and he started walking he waved them on and returned the ‘tail boy’ comment back to the rodent, ”It’s Griff, Furball” Carrick said giving him a nickname.
A scuffle was sounded behind him as Carrick jumped forward and turned around noticing that the fish looking man was knocked to the ground and attempted to scramble away. Well fishy had the right idea the only problem was it meant that Carrick and fuzzy were left to deal with the ape, which soon had help. ”Didn’t steal nothing!” Carrick said jumping back again and running towards the fuzzy one who knew would at least put up a fight two on two up close is way better than one on one up close.
”They didn’t even say please!” Carrick said smirking slightly as he ran closer and closer to the giant rodent, ”You have rabies or something right?” Carrick asked a sarcastic tone in his voice hoping to scare the two thugs away. Carrick might have been the fastest here in the air but it seemed he was faster on the ground than the guy who was chasing him.
Posted by arrowatch on Mar 20, 2011 22:29:51 GMT -6
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Catching up. "”It’s Griff, Furball” Anthony gave him a 'whatever you say' smile. It seemed Chris was going to say something, but instead there was a muffled whump noise followed by a not so muffled thump noise. And then, that moment where you probably should have started rethinking your life.
Looking over a shoulder, Anthony saw Chris on the ground. There was some yelling, some general mayhem, and someone decided to slug Anthony in the ribs. Anthony planted his arms and shoved. ”You have rabies or something right?”
Opening his mouth and grinning a wide smile of lots of sharp teeth, Anthony cackled and cocked his head to one side. He made a little drool go down one side of his mouth.
"Doctor said I was all better, said meds would make me fine. I took them, most of them, and is okay now." Anthony laughed louder this time. The goons were taken aback and looked at each other, worried.
Out of the corner of his mouth, trying his best not give anything away, he mumbled "Now is a very good time to do something." Anthony cocked his head in the other direction and stared at the goons.
Anthony put up a very efficient show, and the two thugs glanced at each other. One of them took a step back. "I ain't gonna touch that mutie if he has some kind of disease," one of them muttered. "He doesn't have rabies!" the other protested. "At least, I don't think he does. Besides, even if he had we should be good as long as he doesn't bite us." But his buddy was backing away a few more steps. "Not worth it, man." "He's just pretending! C'mon!" The man reluctantly stopped backing. Then the guy who had tripped Chris threw himself at Anthony, trying to punch him in the guts. His buddy decided to go after the winged kid, who apparently was named Griff. None of them decided to bother with Chris, which he was grateful for. He got up on his two legs again and stood there, trying to decide if he should join the fray or not.