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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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 Tarin Brooks on Sept 13, 2011 18:37:16 GMT -6
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Well. There it was. His options were laid out in front of him as plainly as possible. And they were choices. Clear as day. He could choose what happened next. The ball was in his court, and all those other metaphors that really didn’t make sense in this situation.
Nothing in this situation made sense. Tarin had to admit, even if it was only to himself, that Lenna was right about Slate. It had always been hard to figure out what was going on inside the young leader’s head. He’d had to pull others together to mitigate his power…he’d…been exactly what Lenna said.
Lenna. His boss. If he’d allow it.
If. As if there was an if. Tarin looked at Kevin and smiled, shaking his head slightly. Suddenly, Tarin was ashamed. He’d been acting like a fool.
”You’re right. I’m being a child. I apologize.” he said.
She'd been tense before. At Tarin's admission, some of that tension left. Her shoulders slackened just a bit. Her heart slowed. She found she'd been holding her breath.
Okay. Good. Now he wasn't going to be difficult. But now, he wanted information from her. Hopefully, Tarin would like the information she gave.
"Thank you," Lenna said. "Alright. I'll tell you." She took a second to gather her thoughts. Then, she continued. "Right now. A merger is planned. When I said I was picking up pieces, it's because the Kabal's fallen apart. I looked into it. There aren't many members still around. I can count most of them that I know of on one hand. I don't know about the inner circle. I'd like to look into that, if you'll share information. But the merger is to help Mondragon and those that remain to stay together. To stay strong. It's also to strengthen the other group."
"I'm still interested in in state of the countries Slate took over. In keeping them from falling into turmoil. But that involves some restructuring of leadership overseas, as well as some hiring of new employees. I've got more plans, past that, but I want to know. Are you still interested in working for me? And if so, do you want to stay loyal, even if it means the Kabal dissolves in name? Or would you rather work without being a part of the bigger picture. Do you even want to work at all?"
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Sept 18, 2011 9:51:47 GMT -6
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Well. That was a lot of information. It all seemed legit, and the more Tarin thought about it, the more it sounded like something Slate would do. The guy had never been the most…organized of leaders? It had been exciting, to say the least, but the parts of the plan they hadn’t always thought out had been dangerous. More than once.
Lenna asked him if he could still be loyal, even if the Kabal ceased to exist. That was an interesting concept, but as the poem said…what was in a name? Did it matter if the Kabal was called the Kabal? The real question was, would the goals and aims stay the same….and did that really matter anymore? The Medium looked at Kevin. They’d built a life around the Kabal and what it offered, and doing anything else would take that life away. Again Tarin thought, there wasn’t really any choice here.
Tarin hoped Lenna wasn’t taking his momentary silence for anything other than thought. This was a lot to take in all at once, and he wanted to run things through at least once before answering. He did it again, just to be sure, then sighed, picking Kevin up from the table and sitting him on his lap.
”I’m in. Now. What else do you want to know about the Inner Circle?”
He paused a long while. Thinking. Debating. She did not hold her breath. She simply let him get that out of the way. Tarin was a smart man. She knew he wouldn't jump on something unless he could get behind it. He had his family to look out for. He had a baby right smack there in the room. It would have been adorable... if she'd had the tiniest bit of maternal instinct within her.
Finally, an answer came. It, Lenna decided, was a good answer.
"Everything." Lenna replied. That, too, was a good answer. If a bit tough to reply to.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on Oct 4, 2011 22:10:26 GMT -6
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Everything. Of course Lenna wanted to know everything there was to know about the Kabal’s Inner Circle. It was still frustrating that the person running the Kabal didn’t already know all of this, but Tarin had already decided that he was going to roll with the proverbial punches and do his best.
So he spilled. Tarin Brooks held his baby, sat in the room where he’d promised Slate his undying loyalty , and spilled his guts about the Inner Circle.
Slate calling Him, Lee, Sara, and Sebastian in and offering them the positions. Spilled. Slate proving that none of them were already under his control. Spilled. Their roles as the check and balances of Slate’s organization. Spilled. Their administrative roles in the planning and execution of the Romanian takeover plot. Spilled. Other small details that presented themselves as he thought. Spilled.
”So that’s why this was initially so hard to swallow.” Tarin said, shrugging his shoulders unapologetically. ”It was hard to think that he’d have just handed it all over without talking to any of us.”
A pause, a thoughtful one. Then he spoke on a sigh, ”And the more I think about Slate. The more it sounds like something he’d do.”
Not one to leave his opinion unheard, Kevin smiled, gurgled, and promptly puked all over the front of himself.
”And that’s pretty much that…” Tarin said, pulling out his trusty washcloth to go about cleaning up the baby.
It sure as hell was frustrating that the person running the Kabal didn’t already know all of this. There was a hell of a lot of importance to it, and she was in the dark.
Slate's little 'checks and balances' thing seemed weak to her. Incredibly weak. A leader who doubted themselves was a leader not fit to lead, in her opinion. One needed direction and drive to lead. This was likely one reason Slate failed. Not enough direction and drive. Too easily distracted. Not knowledgeable enough. Slate had not even known about Gandhi.
Tarin wrapped it up. Lenna agreed, Slate going to all that trouble to organize all of that, then neatly forgetting about it... was problematic, logically. She idly wondered if he'd have forgotten about her, had she not bothered him about what she had.
Probably.
The child in Mr. Brooks's arms vomited. Lenna promptly reaffirmed her decision never to have children.