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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Mike walked into the Danger Room. It was the day after the mission in Arizona.
He couldn't stop thinking about what happened. He was the team leader, and he let his team get captured and tortured.
He focused on that anger as the training robots appeared. Two escrima bastons, formed of pure telekinetic force, appeared in his hands.
"Bring it on," he growled, his eyes glowing blue.
THe first robot leapt in, and he countered with a swipe of his batons, catching the robot across the head and knocking it aside. He spun, blocking a blow from a second robot, while throwing out a kick that caught the first one, knocking it back farther.
He engaged the second, which seemed to be loaded with a higher fighting skill, driving it back with a series of blows from his bastons. Finally, seeing an opening, he smashed it in the arm, then jabbed it in the chest with the tip of his baston, knocking it down with a simulated tone indicating that the robot was disabled. He spun, hearing the first one approaching, and swiped his baston across its head, disabling it as well.
"Reset the simulation, add one more opponent," he ordered.
*Tricity heard the Danger Room in progress, so she stepped through the room and saw Mike fighting in a simulation. She looked down from the observation room and saw him disable two robots quickly and ask for the simulation to start again. Tricity turned on the god-mic to talk to him from the room.* "Hey Mike. You feeling better?"
I'm sorry, but Mike can't come to his mind right now. Please leave your message after the beep. *beep!*[/color]
As the two robots stood up, a third one joined them, then a fourth at a quick order from Mike.
The two new ones rushed him quickly, but he jumped back, crouching and slamming out his staves into their midsections. He didn't have long to worry about them, though, as a third came up behind him quickly, slamming into him and knocking him forward. He tucked into a roll, coming back up to his feet, catching the robot in a telekinetic hold and hurling it across the room.
THe fourth one, though, was already on him. He threw a baston up to block the blow, but caught it in the hand instead, his injured hand.
He looked like he was screaming, but no sound came out. Instead he jammed the baston in his right hand into the robot. His telekinesis flared through it, punching a hole through the robot's 'stomach.'
"I think I'm a little slow today," He thought to Tricity.
*Tricity sat down in one of the leather chairs and thought back to him.* "Did you really just THINK an answering machine message at me??" *She asked, smiling down toward him.* "Looks like you're feeling better now, though. You sure you should be practicing so soon again?"
"Yep... Cass's Mind-answerer... I'm thinking of patenting it. Good for when you're busy in the Danger Room, the shower, the Wa- bedroom, or in the middle of pesky super-fights."
He kicked the destroyed robot, clutching his hands as his telekinetic bastons evaporated. "Maybe I shouldn't. Seemed like as good a place to be self-destructive as any, though."
*Tric became a bit concerned.* "Well, I have to go to one of my classes now. We can talk later if you'd like. Sounds like you're upset or something...Fine me later if you would like to chat." *She stood up slowly and put her over-the-shoulder bag on, waving down at him before exiting.* "Don't over do it!"
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 20, 2006 19:18:52 GMT -6
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Daria entered the danger room as Mike approached the door. She wore track shorts and a tank top, a towel was swung over one shoulder and a gym bag over the other. In her hand she held a plastic cup filled with cold milk.
Mike froze as Daria entered. He couldn't help it, everything that reminded him of yesterday made him feel ashamed, guilty, embarrassed, like a failure... the list went on.
"Just taking a little break," he said with a slight smile, kicking the destroyed robot again.
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 20, 2006 19:56:08 GMT -6
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Daria frowned. She noticed his reaction. Giving him a kiss on the cheek she sat down on the floor, removing her forearm and shin guards from her bag.
Whats wrong? she thought to him., not really giving him a choice to say "nothing" she could feel his general thoughts and emotion. Guilt and something about the mission. But, once again, it was not directed at her so she couldn't get details.
He shook his head. "Just beating myself up, I guess." He stretched, picking up the two real escrima bastons that were sitting near the door in their sheath. "What good is it being this crazy pseudo-angel with crazy powers if I can't even keep us from getting hit with knockout gas?" His voice sounded slightly bitter... and Daria could tell that when he said "us," he really meant "you."
Posted by ladyspade on Jun 21, 2006 11:54:25 GMT -6
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Daria smiled and shook her head.
"Mike, you're powerful but you're not some type of God. You can't always save the day." she was thoughtful for a minute.
"I always joke about you being my knight in shining armor but I am slightly serious. Whenever I need saving I can always count on you. And even if you don't get there early, you're never too late."