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 bentleymae on Apr 6, 2011 23:34:18 GMT -6
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Bentley Mae was not one to like spending a lot of money. Especially seeing as she had so little to her name. At least not after paying rent and utilities for her first month in the Big Apple. She didn’t see how she could avoid spending money at the moment though. Her trusty pointe shoes had finally worn completely out and she couldn’t continue on with them. Her audition for the part of Odette in the production of Swan Lake was scheduled for the next week. She had to find a good pair of pointe shoes in this trip out onto the streets or else she wouldn’t have time to break them in. And she dared not audition in unbroken in shoes. That would be a disaster.
The streets were pretty crowded and Bentley had jumped head first into the chaos. She was beginning to regret that decision. She was thinking that maybe she should have gotten directions to the nearest dance supply store. By the time she finally gave in and considered asking someone for directions she was completely turned around and utterly lost.
She swallowed hard and told herself that she needed to be as confident as when she was dancing. The strong idea withered as she approached a complete stranger. Her voice came out quiet and shy as usual, instead of the strong, attractive voice she’d been aiming for. “Excuse me? Do you by any chance know where a dance supply store is located?” Her forehead scrunched making her appear hopeful. The hope evaporated as she realized that she’d probably approached the wrong person. The stranger didn’t even glance at her and just walked on by, as if no one had just spoken to them.
It stung and Bentley wasn’t too sure she could muster the courage to try asking someone else. She stepped to the side of the sidewalk and leaned against the front of a building in defeat. With all that was going on she was seriously beginning to doubt her choice of coming to New York to pursue her dream and to attend Julliard. The city was overflowing with rude people, and as she remembered how her new friend Rhythm had acted about the park at night she added, and apparently dangerous. She smiled realizing that she had met a few nice people. With that realization fresh in her mind, Bentley pushed off from the wall with her back straight and her head held high. She’d just have to try asking for directions again...
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 8, 2011 17:27:59 GMT -6
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Team Leader of the X-Men Teacher of Self-Defense
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It wasn’t where he was supposed to be… Sam looked at the street sign as the crowded intersection started to die down as people made a path for the cars that were about to be granted passage from the green light. All moved but him for a moment. He was on the wrong street. The light turned green and Sam made his way to the sidewalk as he pulled out his phone and checked the GPS hoping his smart phone could shed some light on the situation.
School supplies, he promised a few of the kids he’d help them out with their art project but someone misplaced them and most of them fell victim to a mansion pet or a fellow mutant who seemed to be teething either way Sam was shopping for some art supplies and apparently there was a huge department store around here.
For a time now Sam had been noticing that an eye patch was a perfect way to keep to people from bumping into you, they avoided him by parting in front of him as he walked down the side walk even the tough big bald headed guys. It was funny to him, he could still see better than most just not with his other eye. Then again he never did attempt to use his heat sense with so many people around before.
Not wanting to try it now Sam kept walking in hopefully the right direction. ”Let’s hope you guys are as smart as you claim to be…” Sam said keeping his good eye on his phone screen not really paying attention to the people in front of him trusting the eye patch would do the job.
Posted by bentleymae on Apr 10, 2011 15:35:37 GMT -6
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Bentley spotted someone who looked just as lost and out of place as she felt. A determined scowl had the man’s jaw set and his brow scrunched in concentration. He was eyeing his phone as if it was a map to buried treasure. The ballerina blew a strand of hair from her face and patted her front pocket, where her own phone was located. ‘Yeah, I know how reliable these pieces of junk are,’ she thought bitterly. There’d been a time about an hour before that she’d attempted to use her phone for directions. The hunk of plastic and wires had only gotten the poor girl more lost and muddled.
As the man approached, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, Bentley stepped forward. “Excuse me?” She was pretty sure that she hadn’t spoken loudly enough. The man with the eye patch continued walking but Bentley wasn’t about to surrender just yet. Even if the stranger couldn’t help her, maybe she could help him. Doubtful, but still it was worth a shot.
She kept pace beside him. “Excuse me?” Finally! He turned an ice blue eye toward her. Bentley smiled warmly. “Um…” The stuttering was about to start. She could feel it! “Uh.” Instead, the words came out really fast; almost as if it was one really long word, instead of a sentence. “Iwaswonderingifyouknewwhereadancesupplystorewas?” Her cheeks blossomed rosy red. “I mean.” A nervous chuckle bubbled up from her throat. “I’m lost and you look that way yourself? I was thinking maybe you could try to help me and I could do the same for you?” Her green eyes sparkled slightly in the sunlight and the blush was beginning to disappear.
Bentley’s voice had sounded less nervous, not even a stutter the second time around. But her hands fidgeted at her sides. She was fiddling with the seam of her jeans, picking at it absentmindedly. “Where you headed?” Another smile dimpled her cheeks.
Posted by Cold Steel on Apr 27, 2011 12:59:34 GMT -6
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The meek voice of someone behind him was silenced for the most part by the crowd as Sam kept pace looking up momentarily to see if he was indeed on the right path. The street sign posted up on a pole on the corner in front of him reveled he was and he nodded his head in satisfaction before he heard the meek voice a little louder this time at his side. When someone says ‘Excuse me’ in the city it is often for bumping into someone he had no idea the young lady he turned his good eye to the one who was addressing him.
She was pretty and smiling at the same time he had a feeling she was in the same boat he was, lost in the city a reoccurring theme for Sam. When she first spoke what he thought was a question he blinked with his good eye and he slowed his pace making it easier to walk and talk, the determination he held on his face a few moments vanished as it was replaced with a friendly smile to mirror the woman’s smile. ”Come again?” Sam responded to the stretch of the words that seemed to meld together.
When the woman restated what she was trying to say before (this time in plain English) Sam smirked and let out a small laugh and nodded his head, ”Ha, three years living practically in the city and I still get lost.” In his defense though he never did ever think he’d go shopping at an art supply store before so he never really took note to keep an eye out for one when he was running around. ”I think that sounds like a reasonable idea.” Sam said as he could only assume she’d have a better idea as to the location of this supposed art surplus store.
”Think it is called Artopia… an art surplus store of some kind, a few of the kids need some supplies.” Sam said as he showed the young woman his phone screen where the GPS pointed out his coordinates, ”Been looking for the last half hour with little to no luck, projects are due in two days and I told them I’d help them out.” Sam said his voice sounding steady despite the fact that he was lost. He paused and looked back at his screen and kept walking shrugging his shoulders slightly, ”Where are you headed to…” he paused then offered his free hand towards her, ”I’m Sam by the way.”