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 thearcher on Oct 19, 2005 20:40:37 GMT -6
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The Archer watches from a distance, and speeds forward on his moter cycle, quickly reaching a short distance behind the SUV that is now tailing Jordan at a high speed. He reaches for his utility belt and grabs a smoke grenade.
The men in the SUV are too intent on their target to notice The Archer. The passenger leans out of the window, and begins shooting short bursts at Jordan's car. Only with great difficulty can he stop them from causing any harm to himself, his driver, or vital parts of the car.
Posted by thearcher on Oct 19, 2005 20:49:27 GMT -6
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The Archer goes against better judgment and lets go of the handlebars of the moter-cycle to grab his extendable baton. With swift downward strike, he knocks the gun out of the passenger's hands and breaks his wrist. The Archer replaces his baton on his belt and throws the smoke grenade into the SUV.
Jordan sees the man known as The Archer ride up and hit the gun out of his assaliant's hands. Jordan feels like he has seen The Archer before but he cant seem to remember where.
The driver of the SUV, unable to see, slams on his brakes and skidds to a halt. Jordan tells the driver to stop, and gets out of the car, staying alert in case of any more people tryign to kill him.
Posted by thearcher on Oct 19, 2005 20:56:29 GMT -6
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The Archer stops a few feet from Jordan's car. "We have a mutual friend." He says, throwing him a small device with a red button on it. "If you're in trouble press it, and I'll be there."
"Thanks," Says jordan catching it and pocketing it. He turns around to get back in the car, and suddenly a shot rigngs out. Cought off guard, and unable to stop or divert the round, it hits jordan in the stomach. The sniper, think his job is done, gets in a car, and drives off.
Posted by thearcher on Oct 19, 2005 21:02:30 GMT -6
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The Archer looks at Jordan, and then at the car speeding off. He reaches up to two buttons on his mask and zooms into the license plate, he gets it, and remembers it. He looks at Jordan, who lay on the ground. "You can get up now." He says, straddling his moter cycle.
"Fuck, that hurt." Says Jordan, standing up,brushing off his clothes. "Well i have a feeling that we will be meeting again once they realize that im not dead."
Posted by thearcher on Oct 19, 2005 21:07:28 GMT -6
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"If I have anything to do with it, it will only be a matter of days before this stops." He says, taking out a small pad of paper and writing down the license plate.
*the wind was with chaos as, he had rushed twords the city in an attempt to find orion, he looked around, but he couldnt see nothing, the streets were noisey and they confused him so.......he could feel orion, he was getting closer.....but he stil had a ways to go*
Posted by fadedexpectation on Oct 26, 2005 20:08:07 GMT -6
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On the corner of a quite street stood two men. One man held a bag of what looked to be white powder and the other man seemed to be exchanging green paper for the bag. Neither man had a single inkling of the shadowy figure standing on the roof top. Ire had no real knowledge of what was going on but he did know he needed to feed his blood rage. Crouching, Ire readied himself and leapt to the fire escape without a sound. He landed on the ground just around a corner from the two men.
“It’s the purest you’ll find, I promise,” The first, more slender man guaranteed. “It better be Jimmy or I’ll tell my boss about this and you will never see the light of day again,” Retorted the second short, stout man. “Like I said I promise.” Reassured Jimmy. This meant little to Ire he was here to complete his task and move to his next victim. Back pressed to the brick wall of the building Ire covered the street in complete darkness.
Ire could see with his fervor vision the men looking about wildly in their blinded state. Enjoying the spectacle he watched for a time savoring the moment. Then two flashing blades cut through the darkness and Jimmy’s skull with great precision. All the short man knew of this was the scream and the splatter of blood upon his face. The man began to run. Through the darkness Ire followed him in silence.
Coming up on a ally Ire knew now was his chance. He grabbed the man by his collar and tossed him into the dead end ally. The man scurried to his feet brushing off the gravel but found himself backed into a wall. Ire released the shadows and pulled his hood back. “You…you killed Jimmy didn’t you?” Ire held up his blades to display the crimson liquid upon them. The blood stained swords were more then enough answer for the fearful man. “Who are you with? Did Aaron send you?” Ire simply grinned and shook his head, stalking ever closer to his target.
They now stood inches away and the man was shaking. “Do you want money? I’ve got money man just let me go,” the man pleaded in earnest. Ire could wait no longer, he poised his right leg behind himself and brought his right sword arm across readying for a strike. Ire was truly going to enjoy this. He then gave the sword a powerful swing and cut the man off at the knees. The man toppled to the ground still alive but mortally wounded and legless. Blood pooled up under the mans stubby form and Ire bend in close to the mans face.
“Before you die I just want you to remember this pain, this is the pain your kind has brought upon mine for centuries. Now you foolish biped die in your filth you call a world!” With that said Ire lifted a gauntleted fist and bashed the mans cranium into the pavement with bone crushing force.
Posted by thearcher on Nov 6, 2005 21:59:04 GMT -6
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The Archer sits purched atop a rooftop in the shadows, looking over a small street. He watches a large man in a trench coat stand in front of a closed electronics shop. The Archer reaches for his bow, and a regular arrow. The man stands there for what seems like forever. The Archer raises his bow as the man makes a small movement with his fist, before moving on down the street.
The Archer sighs, lowering his bow and replacing the arrow in his quiver. The Archer looks around him, getting a strange feeling. He rolls out of the way just as someone tries to hit him from above. He drops his bow, and jumps for the man, easily tackling him and pinning him to the ground. He gets a better look at the person now, it is the same person who was on the news, the new 'hero.' The Archer stands up.
"I'm going to give you once chance to explain yourself, and you know if you try to pull anything you'll have your ass handed to you." The Archer says, picking his bow up as the man stands.
"I'm Night-Stalker." He says simply, showing off a heroic pose. "I'm like you, a hero. You're the reason I started. Just a second ago I was testing you, I wanted to see just how strong you are." Night-Stalker says, brushing off some dirt from his dark costume.
The Archer listens to him carefully, and then punches him in the jaw, which knocks him down to his knees, moaning in pain. "All you're going to do is get yourself and other people killed. Stop now, if I see you again I'll make sure you can't be like me. You can't be a 'hero' without working legs." The Archer warns Night-Stalker with and outstreched finger. The Archer turns to walk away, and then looks back. Night-Stalker is gone, without a trace. "Kid's got skill." The Archer says to himself, and hopping down to a lower rooftop.
Posted by thearcher on Nov 7, 2005 17:01:50 GMT -6
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Continuing his outing for the night, The Archer jumps across a gap, onto another roof. It has been a slow night, nothing more than Night-Stalker trying to attack him. The Archer yawns, and looks at a clock on the front of a building, 2 a.m. "Maybe criminals are getting smarter." He says to himself, taking a panning view of his surrondings.
A small object is thrown at The Archer, who takes cover just before a flash bang grenade goes off. He stays at a prone position, and raises his bow with a ready arrow. He lets loose an arrow at the first thing that moves, a man about the same size of Derek running from one point to another. The arrow hits its' target, the man's leg. The Archer stands as he hears the man groan. He looks for the man, but can't find him. "Fuck this, I'm going home." The Archer says, having enough of tonight and heading home.