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 ladyspade on Mar 8, 2006 22:18:09 GMT -6
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The cars zipped by in the darkness of the night, the bridge was lit up with lights and the breeze brought the scent of salty water to the senses. The trip was exilirating, Daria could feel the breeze against evry part of her even parts she couldn't see or knew existed. She could still feel Mike, Some of their molecules touched which was good or else she would lose him and that would be..bad, to say the least.
She was teleporting them to the top of the George washington bridge-the first place she teleported to on her arrival. Soon the top of the bridge was in sight and she began to reassemble them so that they stood looking down on the water and the vehicles.
The trip was more than a little disorienting to Mike, but he (thankfully) didn't get the urge to wander aimlessly and lose his balance while he regained his bearings. Not that he couldn't just fly back up, of course, but with so many witnesses about, it wouldn't have been a great idea to cause a scene.
He looked out over the water, kind of an awed look on his face. He'd crossed the bridge a few times with his Grandfather during family visits to the state, but the view from the crowded traffic down on the bridge was nothing like this. "Wow," he said quietly.
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 9, 2006 11:08:01 GMT -6
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Daria grinned.
"I can teleport to places just by seeing them; if they're not too far away. I was in the New England area before I ended up in New Yok City and this is the first place I came to. I found the picture in a travel book and...." she shrugged. "
"I wanted to go to the twin towers but they weren't standing when I got here. Funny how I used to be afraid of heights before I mutated."
"My grandfather took me across here a few times when he had business in Jersey during my visits." He walked over to the edge, peering over. Before his mutation he'd have been terrified and gotten vertigo... now that he could fly, it didn't seem like such a long drop. Then he looked curiously at Daria, "So you don't have to have been wherever you're teleporting to? You can just... go there?"
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 9, 2006 17:20:15 GMT -6
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"Yep" she nodded proudly. "I need a picture image though. Or a really good description. But I wouldn't trust the description...it might be completely different from what the person was thinking.
"If my powers get out of control; then I start blinking. And I sometimes can't control where I go then."
"Kinda like a road trip, you just see where you end up?" Mike teased. He sat down on the edge of the bridge, his feet dangling over the edge, trusting that the motorists below were too preoccupied to pay any notice to him.
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 9, 2006 17:45:55 GMT -6
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Daria shoved him playfully before sitting beside him, 'indian style'.
"It's not as fun." she informed him. "It's scary. I mean I could end up at the center of the earth. I mean, I like getting a tan as much as the next person but thats too hot for me." She looked down at the blurry dashes of light given off by the cars.
Mike nodded evenly. "I hadn't thought of that... I just figured the worst that could happen would be that you'd end up at the North Pole for a minute before you teleported back." He looked down at the cars too. "You know, I could scare the shit out of those peole right now if I wanted to... of course, I guess that make some accidents, so it's a bad idea, but it's fun to think about."
Mike was quiet at that, just watching the cars go by. He HAD been one of the mutants that gave them all a bad name. He'd done a pretty good job of it, too.
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 9, 2006 18:48:50 GMT -6
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Daria noticed his silence and kept looking downward. She decided not to break the mood with noise.
Of course we've all had those moments of which we're not proud. And people wont like mutants regardless of how hard we try. I know that is a pessimistic way of looking at it but it's the way I think it will have to be.
So you could blow them up if you want. After a while, Mutants will be the only one left on earth anyways.
"I guess I have to let all of that stuff go, don't I?" Mike smiled slightly. "I keep dwelling on all of this, I'm going to just make everyone around me miserable."
Posted by ladyspade on Mar 10, 2006 17:41:36 GMT -6
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Daria laughed.
"We're all guilty of dwelling on things. Mike. Me of all people I think. But tramatizing experiences leave marks and they inevitable affect the way you view things and the way you act. But affect doesn't mean govern and so as long as you're still concious..." she shrugged.
Baby steps, Mike. I mean I have my issues but I'm dealing with them just enough to get close to you. Do what you can, one foot in front of the other.
Mike smiled a little wider, putting his arm around her as they looked off the bridge. "Still, I could just act like a bungee jumper without a cord... make the news as a "try to figure this out" entry."