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 6, 2008 0:11:34 GMT -6
Haven
Member of Haven
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Aug 29, 2018 17:15:00 GMT -6
Calley
About the only things that he heard past the sound of his own breathing were ‘assassin’ and ‘killing’. Oh, and her attempt to psychoanalyze his past from his punch. That was a brilliant science, right there. Rupert forcibly tuned her voice out of his head, and turned back to the stairwell. “Like I said,” he stated tightly, “this conversation is over.” This time, he actually started walking down. The stupidest thing he could do on a flight of stairs was fall and break his own neck.
The stupidest thing he could do once he was out of her sight was go back down to his apartment and call Stalkers and hellfire down on this rooftop. It sounded smart in theory, but he trusted in himself to screw it up, somehow. Since he hadn’t considered the implications of dragging someone off to the camps who knew he was a Resistance member, he clearly hadn’t even begun to understand how stupid that would be. Fortunately, he would have several flights to think about just that, since he was rather brilliantly forgetting the cell phone in his coat pocket. And all that was assuming she didn’t try and follow him.
Cyra eyed him as he repeated that 'this conversation is over'. Then he started walking down the stairs without responding to her comment. "Rupert!" Cyra jumped over the railing and landed directly in front of him. " What would you have said to me if I was just a normal human looking to help the resistance?" She glared at him, most would have screeched in torror and given her anything she wanted. She doubted that with this one though.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Jan 6, 2008 0:39:32 GMT -6
Haven
Member of Haven
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Aug 29, 2018 17:15:00 GMT -6
Calley
Suddenly, the freak was in front of him. And she looked freakishly pissed. Well la-dee-dah; he tried to look intimidated, past his blatant lack of caring.
"What would you have said to me if I was just a normal human looking to help the resistance?"
He stared at her. She was in his way: that was a very bad thing. He’d been going downstairs to remove himself from her. That would have been a good thing. Now there she was, and here he was, and going back up to the roof wasn’t going to help with his rising urge to try taking her down again. Maybe—just maybe—she would be intelligent enough to fuck off after he’d answered her question.
“If”—there was a very strong stress on that ‘if’—“you were a human”—he left off ‘normal’: either you were a human, or you were a freak. Witness Exhibit C, getting in his face—“Then I could arrest you and let the courts handle it.” The courts were equipped for humans. More importantly, the jails were. Mutants? Hell, even if you caught them—and Rupert was in a very good position to know how hard that was—most of them didn’t stay caught for long. On a related note, the budget for jail repairs was increasing with each fiscal year across the nation.
“Believe it or not, Ms. Cyra, this isn’t about you being a mutant. This is about you being a murderer. I have a problem with murderers.” He had a problem with his temper, too. If she hadn’t noticed that by now, the steadily dropping temperature in his voice should be cluing her in any moment now. He wasn’t raising his voice, though: he still had enough self-control, and the vivid memory of Naveed’s idiocy, to keep that in check. “You asked what my profession was, Ms. Cyra. I am a member of the NYPD, first and foremost, and this little toy Resistance second.” True and true. He didn’t remember, at that moment, that he was on loan to the camps. He was a cop. She was a confessed murderer. This was one of those clear-cut situations that every officer of the law has warm fuzzy dreams about. He clenched one hand on the banister and stuck the other in his pocket in a great show of willpower. As amusing as the punch-the-freak game was, it wasn’t destined to end well.
Cyra outright laughed, "Alright detective, I may be a murderer, so answer me this. Why haven't I killed you? You happen to be getting on my nerves, as I said before I have no qualms with must humans." Cyra shrugged and stepped out of Rupert's way. "I wouldn't suggest calling any back up for yourself Mr. Detective. I came here to take down this ridiculous law, I don't want to kill anyone uneccessarily."
Cyra sighed and moved past Rupert up the stairs, "Remember this Rupert, yes I owe you a favor for helping me and it will be payed back. However, I will not go to jail, and I'll even give you a bonus item when we meet again. I will give you a list of every person I have killed, then you can make the choice of whether or not I'm really such a bad person." She stopped at the door and waited to see if Rupert had anything else left to say.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Jan 7, 2008 21:14:53 GMT -6
Haven
Member of Haven
Bi
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Aug 29, 2018 17:15:00 GMT -6
Calley
"Alright detective, I may be a murderer, so answer me this. Why haven't I killed you? ..."
Surprise, surprise: Rupert didn’t feel any need to answer her question. Shock and awe: it didn’t take killing everyone in front of you to be a murderer. Since the petite Asian probably didn’t speak English as her first language, Rupert could cut her some slack. Clearly, all she needed was a dictionary, and a prison term. It would clear that confusion of hers right up. He stared at her blankly, wishing very much that he was still in the habit of carrying his gun like a security blanket. He’d very much like to see her try and block a bullet like she’d blocked his fist.
"Remember this Rupert, yes I owe you a favor for helping me and it will be payed back. However, I will not go to jail, and I'll even give you a bonus item when we meet again. I will give you a list of every person I have killed, then you can make the choice of whether or not I'm really such a bad person."
Rupert could not think of a worse ‘bonus item’ he could possibly receive. Actually, he could. She could leave the list outside of his door weighted down with a severed human hand. Or she could—
Best not to think too hard on that.
“Goodbye, Ms. Cyra,” he said, and went back into his building. Somehow, his stroll up the stairs hadn’t helped relieve his stress. He took the elevator back to the third floor.
Cyra grinned as he continued down the stairs. At least the detective was helpful, very helpful. She was back on the rooftop now and grabbed her backpack and small bag with the folded glider in it. She reached the edge of the roof and looked down. Not a bad drop, especiallyy if she used her whip on the flag pole. She pulled her whip from her bag then strapped her bags to her person.
Cyra jumped off the rooftop, and snagged her whip on the flag pole and swung herself to the next building. Grabbing the flag pole on that building with her free hand, she tugged on her whip and snapped it towards her and then around the flag pole. Thankfully all the lights on the street were out and it was black out now. She let go of the flag pole and used both hands to slide down her whip and onto the street. She sighed as she tugged her whip to bring it down.
She pulled out the crumpled piece of paper with the number on it, and mendered along slowly to find pay phone. No scratch that, a hotel first then use their phone.