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.
Gregorio took a look around him, surveying the smoky bar for any signs of trouble. He wasn't happy, and that kept the people around him several feet away at all times. Every single person in that bar was either a part of or affiliated with the Russian mafia, and as such they had heard of what Gregorio could do. Normally an easygoing, relatively amiable guy, Gregorio had just seen something that did not please him. Fortunately, at the moment, he wasn't on the job. This meant that the trouble slowly beginning to brew in the back corner of the bar where Vladmir conducted some of his more legitimate business was not Gregorio's concern. Gregorio didn't like Vladmir, and almost hoped the guy got offed in the scuffle he was dispassionately watching
From what he could tell, a client had not been happy when he had been informed that the price for the gun he had ordered would have a small increase due to complications in shipping. The complications were a group of street punks who had tried to take the gun by force. They had been unsuccessful, largely because Gregorio had been doing escort duty that day. Nonetheless, the price had to reflect the extra trouble that 'Vladmir' had dealt with. The client got angry, Vladmir got angry, the client got dead. Body was taken care of. Just a night in the life.
Risks of the biz, really. Everyone knew how dangerous it was, running with the mafia. Even the higher-ups sometimes got killed, either by some crony hoping to climb the ranks (they never did), or by someone above them for one reason or another. Vladmir, though, had a special place in hell as far as Gregorio was concerned. Vladmir had kept Gregorio from rising in the organization because he feared Gregorio's mutation. If Gregorio could get a hold of enough money, he could get out. He knew what happened to deserters, and had taken out a few of them himeslf, but he also knew how to disappear. But it took money.
He sighed, and downed the vodka, signaling for another.
Posted by joejoe1990 on Jun 10, 2011 2:51:51 GMT -6
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Joe was tactically aware to a point, but he sometimes missed things like, a million different hints suggesting “White boy, you don’t belong here.” This explained why Joe was here, in a bar, where he wasn’t very welcome. Joe simply chalked it up to the cowboy hat, and proceeded to the bar and ordered a shot, luckily he was in the mood for Vodka, and asked politely asked what Vodka choices were available.
Joe sat down at the bar, and then started to notice. Everyone in the bar seemed to be rather intimidating looking folks, and more than that, they all just had that specific aura of someone whom considered themselves “Armed”. Joe then noticed that all the other men where rather… Well.... Russian. The young man had never had never had an issue with Russians before, he actually found their history fascinating. This didn’t change the fact that Joe was the only American Male in the bar. He was also wearing a cowboy hat. Everyone was staring, including an obviously unhappy muscular man who's face was mostly obstructed by shadow.
Joe was starting to worry that this was indeed not a bar he was welcome at all… Joe really needed to start investigating the bars he went to more carefully before going for the first time. One thing is for sure, I won’t be chased out of here by 20 angry Harley Davidson owners…
Posted by gregorio on Jun 10, 2011 10:12:30 GMT -6
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Gregorio chuckled to himself as he saw a very strange looking man stick his head into the bar, and then walk in. The guy was immediately out of place in his cowboy hat, to say the least, and Gregorio wondered whether he had any business being there. He tried not to assume that they guy was just lost, for Vladmir did business with all types of person, but he didn't look like someone who would be involved in that type of thing. Gregorio stole a quick glance over at Vladmir, but was happy to see that he was engaged with talking to a client over a game of dice, and had not noticed the man. The bar had no bouncers, so it was possible for anyone to just walk in, but everyone in the bar was either a tough for the mafia, or affiliated with the mafia and therefor accompanied by a few toughs. This guy was neither.
Still, despite being fully in favor of letting people learn the consequences of their actions the hard way, Gregorio didn't want the man before him get beaten to a pulp for his ignorance. This guy's barely even a man, a kid even. He thought as he moved out of the shadows he had previously been occupying to take a seat next to the guy. He looked over at what the guy was drinking, and spat on the ground next to the guy. "With a drink like that, kid, you'd be better at Farsworthy's. Just a few blocks down." Gregorio's very gravelly voice was just under the level of the noise, so only the man could hear him. "If you're going to drink vodka, drink Moskofskaya. It's good, and pretty cheap."
Posted by joejoe1990 on Jun 11, 2011 18:33:16 GMT -6
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Joe, being still somewhat new to New York, and being, as established, oblivious, Joe managed to not assume that Gregorio was a mutant, and instead just assumed him to be a little odd looking.
In Joe's life he had crossed paths with a few mutants, but only one of them did Joe realizes was a mutant at the time. The only reason the young man figured it out that time was because of a fancy tail. Although to many New Yorkers Gregorio would have obviously been mutated, to the oblivious 21 year old, Gregorio was simply odd looking. Oh, and very intimidating.
"Thanks for the suggestion friend" Joe smiled and politely ordered two shots of Moskofskaya, offering one to the oddly shaped man next to him. Joe glanced around again, surprised that the stares had seemed to intensify since the other man sat down next to him.
Posted by gregorio on Jun 12, 2011 15:34:54 GMT -6
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"Here is to Vodka"
Gregorio simply stared at the guy for a few seconds. How oblivious could you be? The kid must not have been in New York long, or at the very least must live under a rock. You ask someone 'hey, you want to go to that bar down the street? You know, the one with the purple doors?' and that person says 'no man, bad idea.' At least, they do if they have a lick of sense. Gregorio was coming to think that either this guy did have business with Vladmir after all, and was just waiting for the appointed time by drinking a few drinks, or he was just as oblivious as he seemed and was about to have the snot beat out of him. From the looks thrown at the guy by Vladmir's guards, it was option number two.
Gregorio took the glass but didn't drink. He sighed. He'd give it one more go to get the guy out of there with words, and then Gregorio was going to have to lead him out personally. Kids these days, no street sense. He thought, I'd have never even looked at this bar if this was me twenty years ago. "Listen kid, I don't like mincing words, and your English is a terrible language, so I'm going to be blunt. We don't want you in here. For your own health, it'd be a good idea to leave." Gregorio shrugged and downed the vodka, taking care to not let it touch his skin. "You want, I can take you to a nice place a couple blocks over. I'm not on the job, and it's on my way home. You look like you need a nanny." Gregorio chuckled darkly and spat to the side.
