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 Twyla Ashby on Feb 3, 2011 17:10:36 GMT -6
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May 1, 2012 13:42:06 GMT -6
Twyla Ashby rolled over with a groan. The surface beneath her was cold and unforgiving. She was sore. And chilly. And so tired. Why was she so tired? When she settled herself on her side stretched out her arms. Fingers brushed against something warm and squishy. Squishy? What...? The blond slowly opened her brown eyes. They alighted on a dingy landscape of dirty coats and mounds of groggy bodies.
“What the hell?” Twyla sat up, too quickly, she became dizzy and spots of color popped in front of her eyes. “Mirror?” Something about Mirror...last night...? They were...um...something. What day was it? What time was it?
Thoroughly panicked now, the girl flailed her arms willy as she twisted, searching for a mound of coat that belonged to her significant other. “Mirror? Mirror!” Standing up made her aching muscles protest, but she did it anyway, almost tripping over the sleeping body next to her. Other people began to stir. “Mirror!?” She almost screamed, her breath hitching after a half sob escaped from her throat. She felt so disoriented and so tired...
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Mirror was floating in darkness. It was the kind of deep, exhausted sleep when you don't even dream anymore; when you are aware that you are asleep, and you still don't seem to be able to wake up. He didn't mind though. He was tired. So... tired. Did someone just say his name? It was a girl's voice. Twyla?...
>>“Mirror? Mirror! Mirror!?”
"Mmmmm" Gawain muttered, rolling over to his back. Man was this bed uncomfortable. And cold. Reaching out, he tried to find Twyla (and not dwell on the fact that he had no idea how she ended up in his bed... maybe it was her bed?...) His hand felt a warm body next to him. Then again, his other hand found another one on the other side... ... Gawain sat bolt upright and looked around, slightly alarmed.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 4, 2011 9:43:28 GMT -6
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May 1, 2012 13:42:06 GMT -6
Okay, now that she was standing, the landscape of bodies was a lot smaller. There were maybe seven people in varying states of sleep and wakefulness. Less of a big deal. Right? Maybe? Twyla’s panic leveled out and dropped as soon as she found Gawain. He’d been sleeping and had apparently had the same confusing awakening as she’d had, based on the fact that she found him when he sat straight up and spoke.
This all had to have a legitimate cause. She just had to remember what she did…last night? Twyla kinda felt like she was going to throw up, but she managed to walk over to her boyfriend on only slightly shaky legs. “Whatever you missed, I missed.” The blond tried to run a gloved hand through her hair. The material made her tangled hair static-y. For some reason the halo of mildly electrified air stuck her as funny—why hadn’t his situation been funny before?
“What did we do last night?” She giggled as she plopped down on the street next to Mirror. Maybe it was the dregs of whatever had gone on in the recent hours that made the girl so giddy. Under normal circumstances this would have been noted by Twyla, but at that point in time she didn’t notice anything strange with her sudden change in attitude.
In the back of her mind gears were working hard and fast to try and determine a realistic cause for why she had no clue as to what she’d done in the hours before falling asleep with a bunch of strangers.
>>“Whatever you missed, I missed. What did we do last night?”
Good news: Twyla was here. Bad news: So were like six other people. Maybe seven. Ish.
Good news: Everyone was dressed. Bad news: It was still **** cold.
Good news: he was starting to wake up. Bad news: his head hurt like hell.
Good news: He was probably not drunk the night before. Bad news: ... He was probably not drunk the night before.
"I honestly have no **** idea." he muttered, running his fingers through his hair. It was still messy. Twyla sat down next to him, giggling; he reached out to put an arm around her. "I have... maybe..." he sighed "Nope, not a clue."
He looked at her. She was probably shocked. So was he.
"Look at me, Bubblegum" he muttered, tilting her chin up. He took a good long look at her eyes.
"Well, we didn' get stoned that's for sure. And I doubt we drank. I mean, if it was just me, that'd be an option, but far as I know ya don' usually get ***faced like this." he chuckled "Besides, a hangover doesn't feel like this. So."
Looking around, he breathed in some cold air, and pulled her closer. It was chilly out there. Bot freezing, though... Gawain looked around. Empty street, grey buildings.
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