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 Ashton Drake on Sept 11, 2011 10:47:45 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
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Oct 31, 2024 20:46:45 GMT -6
Mugen
Hands. Hands. There was something glorious about hands. The human thumb, more specifically. Preferably. Something glorious about hands and... having them.
Claws did not count as hands, no. Claws went clack clack clack. Hands went clap. Sometimes, snap. And they could pick things up. Claws could only clamp and hope for the best.
Ashton wasn't aware fully of what he'd turned into when he turned into the lobster. All he knew was the when. The when being 'now'. Another thought raced through his brain, too impolite to repeat, then he fell. He landed on concrete.
A nice thing about the thing he'd turned into was this: at least it had something hard on the outside, like a type of armor, that padded the fall.
Now, what in the hell exactly had he turned into? Because he certainly knew he wasn't himself.
He couldn't talk. Could walk. Was a bit parched... hrm... and seeing was a strange thing, in and of itself. Whatever he was, it was freaky. This whole situation was freaky. Quite frankly, he wanted to tell it to shut up.
First things first. Problem solving. He knew who had done this to him. Maybe clamping down on their foot might get them to undo what it was they'd done.
Clamping down. Why did he suddenly have this as his idea of exactly what needed doing?
He skittered. Literally skittered. Over to the shoe of the fallen man. Realized it was a shoe. Very shoe-y. Then started climbing a leg.
Posted by Cheshire on Sept 13, 2011 11:30:51 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Calley
It was crawling up his pants leg. Calley did the natural thing: he picked it up by its tail and held it aloft. And away from his face.
“You are not a toad,” he remarked astutely. “You are a lobster.”
Yes, he definitely held the twelve-legged monstrosity away from his face. And kept his hand at the end of its tail, just before the fan, where its claws couldn’t reach him. Calley had more than the usual level of experience in dealing with lobsters. Particularly this lobster.
His toad splinter—formerly a tiger—wiggled out from under his rear and leapt to his human self’s shoulder.
Croak, it commented.
“Yeah,” Calley agreed.
He and himself sat on the ground, appraising the lobster cop together. The guy was looking awfully red in the face.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Sept 14, 2011 8:04:24 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
877
14
Oct 31, 2024 20:46:45 GMT -6
Mugen
The boy with the tan was distorted in Ashton's vision. Warbly, wobbly. His voice felt like it was coming directly through a hard surface. Soft, yet loud. All vibrations. He squinted at the boy best a lobster could. Oh, he was angry. He was so angry. And apparently, he was a lobster.
The lobster swung, trying to snap at face and fingers. Didn't do much good. The guy had him by the tail. Literally. "Leggo," he tried to say. But yeah... lobsters can't talk human talk. He didn't say much the boy with the tan would understand.
Frick. He lacked a middle digit. Know what sucks about claws? No thumbs. And no middle fingers. Clack clack was the best he could do to express his contempt. This sucked. Totally.
Don't suppose my power is any good... Well. It was worth trying.
Try he did. Ashton focused and attempted to swap places with the stinking toad on the guy's shoulder. Right by his ear, where he could snap. If it worked, that was what he was going to do.
Calley suddenly had a toad dangling from his hand, another case of teleporting motion sickness, and a lobster pinched on his ear.
“Gah!” Approximately summed up his feelings on the matter, and his uncoordinated flailing eloquently emphasized the motion sickness. His head felt—well, like it wasn’t where it had been a moment before. Go figure. His ear, on the other hand, just felt like—
“Get off!” Pulling the monstrous crustacean, as it turned out, did not make his ear feel better.
As a bonus? He was pretty sure that waitress over there was calling the cops. Right. Because he wanted more of those.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Oct 28, 2011 22:55:22 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
877
14
Oct 31, 2024 20:46:45 GMT -6
Mugen
Ashton. Did not. Let go.
This idiot was pulling the lobster off his ear, which would not let go, which, in turn, meant he was pulling his own ear. True story. No pulling of legs. Only ears.
Ashton swore eloquently in lobster speak, which it turns out, isn't really so useful for the job. And then, he tried to further molest tan man's face.