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.
Just to shake things up a bit and keep those creative juices flowing, I'm tossing down the 50 word gauntlet. Anybody can write, but can you tell a complete story in just fifty words?
I think this could be a fun way to stretch our story telling skills.
[/b] Look at the prompt, choose a character and write a short story that fits both the prompt and the character.
You get fifty words exactly. No more. No less.
If you have a suggestion for a future 50 Word Challenge prompt, PM me or post it here in this thread.[/ul] So are you up to the challenge? Good. Because here's the first prompt:
Her heart hammered marathon style, breath caught. Fingers searched for something to hold onto as her world narrowed down to this moment, this man, this touch. She could die happy now… or die happier later.
CRASH.
Hands released her throat. She gagged for air. Lucky the lamp was within reach.
Albert was a world away and she didn’t really know if she even loved him, but she knew she loved this boy before her now. He had always been forbidden fruit and then she came home and there was hope. It’s interesting how hope can be ripped away so fast.
Passing streetlights reflected the tears in her eyes. The sparkle of the diamond ring on her finger was blinding, elating, enough to cause her to cry with even more tears of joy.
A glance at him driving…then to oncoming lights.
Twisted metal followed a thunderous crash, and glass sparkled everywhere.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Oct 29, 2011 0:33:29 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
1,155
1
Jun 4, 2014 22:48:52 GMT -6
The phone came to rest with a slight 'click'. He hadn't gotten an invite to go out with his old friends in months. Turning them down hurt but it was safer. As he ascended the stairs he wished that his parents could see what was happening and make it better.
A large pill held between a pair of fingers, tilt your head back, swallow, and become a god.It was too easy, He was in love with himself and what he would become. Powerful, of consequence. An ancient force to be reckoned with. His heart fluttered as he burst into flame.
Back. Gunshots, flaring red lights. Shrapnel bouncing off her thinning shield, thuds and burning noise as flesh is rent asunder. Behind her patients, the few still conscious, stare away into the great beyond they have seen – that which comes not from the jungle, their own minds fraying. No crying.
Posted by Martin Stein on Oct 29, 2011 9:01:22 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
760
0
Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
The eyes were dark green, small brown spots marking a pattern I still remember. I can still draw the pattern of brown in his eyes, can tell the numbers of freckles on his skin. It is not like I counted them deliberately. He was the third I touched. To death.
Newscasters might lie, but video footage doesn't. Maya cradled the 6 inch black and white tv between her knees so that the 20 inch digital conversion bunny ears wouldn't stab anyone. Guilt twisted her heart uncomfortably. Was this her fault?
She had never seen Sebastian hurt a fly… until now.
He couldn't believe it when he saw the pop-up ad. Svetlana. Russian bride. Guaranteed to please. Her visa was on shaky ground, but he never imagined she would go to the highest bidder in order to stay.
Jude grabbed his wallet. He would save her if they accepted credit cards.
In the cold rain, Vicente lay atop a building, unmoving as he raised his sniper rifle. He swept the house with his scope. In the crosshairs he spotted her in the kitchen.
Brunette, beautiful, and a loving wife and mother.
Too bad she talked too much. He squeezed the trigger…
Jasmine sighed as she stared at the photobooth pictures. She and Agnes, grinning, laughing, making funny faces…then stealing a kiss. The memory made her beam happily. She wouldn’t forget it.
A glance to the phone and she glared at its mocking silence.
Running through the forest. Running for their lives. Running in the darkness. Running from the monster, Its paws covered with bone knives. It wasn’t quite a bear, Much more a beast. it’s blood curdling roar , A scream for a feast. He ran faster than her She would never be more.
