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 Rupert Kelley on Jan 15, 2012 14:23:35 GMT -6
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It always happened. He’d never noticed it happening, but she said it so matter-of-factly; even got up to help fix it.
The TV fried. She didn’t even touch it, and it fried.
“...Mutant,” Rupert said. “You’re a....”
There was a tightness in his chest that had nothing to do with his stab wound; had everything to do with it. He was hitting the call button; he’d somehow gotten himself almost to sitting, and pushed himself back towards where the headrest met the rail that held him in. It was as far as he could get from her. From it.
His heart monitor was racing--
And then the screen popped, with a last electric jolt, and a scared plume of smoke.
“Out!” His voice came out hoarse and breathless, but it wasn’t a damn weak whisper. “Get out! You freak!”
He hit her this time without ever raising his hand. Mutant. She flinched at the word. "I tried not to." She took her steps more slowly this time, hands out and placating. That was all wrong. If anyone would have loved her anyway... if anyone could have gotten post it... For god's sake, he'd argued with hippies over the rights of hypothetical mutants until she'd kissed his lips shut up at the rally.
"Rupert..."
> “Out! Get out! You freak!”
Gone was the smile, the tender wheeze and any hint of comfort. She hadn't expected a warm welcome but this was wrong. He couldn't just roll out the red carpet only to yank it out from under her feet. Plus, he still had her flask.
Lori's hands balled into fists. "I didn't ASK for this!" Surely he knew she was the last one to want it!
The door opened so fast, it slapped the wall behind it. The crash cart in front of a huddle of doctors that looked just as surprised to see Rupert up and wheezing as a gently sparking Lori was to see them.
Right. She gave the doctors room to swarm. They'd left the door open.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Jan 22, 2012 21:32:14 GMT -6
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>> "Are you here to put me down?"
"Are you going to just stand there like an idiot?" Rupert shot back. "What happened to that college degree of yours? Or did you drop out to take care of daddy?" Now there was a man who should have been put down. Human he might be, but that wasn't exactly a redeeming quality in and of itself. A piece of genetic trash is still a piece of genetic trash. Rupert wished he could have met her mother; then again, that's probably where her codependency came from.
So here they were again, with Lori needing a strong man to lead the way for her. Just like old times.
"First we get off the bridge, Lori. Then we have a little chit-chat about what I need to do with you."
Move it, Ms. Faust. Before his former co-workers showed up, thanks.
They had nothing to do with each other anymore. He was feeding her cause by buying her drug. Hell, he was taking her drug. That seemed appropriate enough. He'd had an about face only so far it would benefit him. Only. He didn't know what happened to long term users.
Lori did.
Appropriate recourse. The blonde stuffed her hands in her pockets and started walking her tired and jello-legs way toward the Sanctuary side of the bridge away from the apartment they once shared.
Somehow this was less satisfying a reunion than she'd imagined.
She didn't get to punch him. Or kiss him. Or anything else she'd wanted to do to him...