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 Iris/Rayne on Feb 6, 2008 1:43:40 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
Iris didn't hear much of what he said, but one phrase did stand out.
"We might get, at most, two individuals against a group of ten."
"But that's what you want us to do. Two against ten. Only there's way more than ten of them. If two won't work for them, what makes you think that it will for us?! Just because we're mutants? Why does this have to be us against them?!"
She bit her lip, holding back tears. "Hunter, I'm tired of this. All I've heard for two solid months is that it's 'us' against 'them'. I don't want to be 'us' anymore. It's not right, and its not fair. Yes, I have friends in those Camps who are like family. But these people, fanatics that they are, have families too. Why does a little cell that we can't even see make my family any more important than theirs?"
She shut the water off and rubbed at her face with both hands, some of the anger ebbing away. "It's just.... not right.... I don't want to be involved in a war....."
Hunter listened to Paragon and shook his head slightly. "You don't want to be part of this war?" hesaid, "Too late. They've drawn the lines, chosen the sides. You're a mutant, and to them that makes you the enemy. You may not want that, but that won't stop them killing given half a chance."
"If you walk away from this I may fail to finish the job alone. Good as I am, they're going to be prepared for a mutant attack. Together, with the element of surprise we'd have them, but alone, I can't garuntee it. And if I fail, they will continue. They will hunt down and kill every single mutant. Do you understand that? Unless we stop them the war will never end. By walking away you're condeming mutant kind to be hunted like animals."
Hunter turned on his heel and left, heading for his room. He'd said what needed to be said. While his reason for stopping the Church of Humanity were self motivated, that didn't make what he had said any less true.
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Feb 6, 2008 23:58:31 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
Iris leaned over, held her head down on the countertop, and counted the sounds of her heartbeat between her ears.
"Unless we stop them the war will never end."
"That's not true...." she whispered to herself. "You can't stop the bleeding by cutting yourself deeper...."
"By walking away you're condeming mutant kind to be hunted like animals."
<"So instead we hunt them down, and start the cycle going the other way. Two dogs chasing each others tails. Both too stupid and stubborn to stop and see that there are two food bowls.....">
It was a rare occasion when Hunter was the first one to walk away. Iris had to give him credit for one thing; he had never lost his temper in front of her. Come to think of it, did he even have a temper? She certainly did. What did Tio Max always say about Carol's love of soap operas, like their mother had? 'She got it honestly'? Something like that....
But his voice had been cold-sounding.
She reached a hand into the overfull water pitcher to splash a bit of the cold water on her face, then took a seat at the breakfast bar.
Try as she could not to, Iris found that, even with everything about him that alternately infuriated, annoyed or bothered her about him, she cared about what he thought of her. She must, or else she wouldn't feel guilty every time they had an argument. Like she did now.
But....
A shiver ran through her body as it reset, preparing to meet the challenge of whatever gem she next chose to awaken. She opened her palm, staring at the bandages as if trying to see through to the gash covered there.
..... Was guilt enough of a reason to justify helping him finish this mission?
Posted by Iris/Rayne on Feb 11, 2008 23:48:42 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Nov 20, 2008 23:33:20 GMT -6
(OOC: Timeline - 2 days later, the day after Stir Crazy takes place.)
"Oww!! Ugh.... stupid lamp...." Iris gritted her teeth against a sharp pain for a brief moment. Once the initial wave passed, she reached for a tissue to stem the bleeding cut on her shoulder. With her free hand she rummaged around in her nightstand for a large bandaid. Then, with a deep sigh, she turned to the mess on the living room floor that had once been a contemporary decor floor lamp.
It had been two days since her unfinished argument with Hunter, and the embarrassing aborted training. She hadn't seen much of him since then; she tried to stay in her room most of the time, only coming out for meals. He hadn't said much either, so she wasn't sure who was avoiding who. Either way, it had been unusually quietly.
She deactivated the onyx. She'd been training with it for nearly half an hour, trying to get used to feeling like her body didn't exist. By concentrating on embarrassing herself as much as possible, she'd managed to change her body into the puddle-like shadow. But that was about it. Once she tried to move, either she lost concentration and reformed, or she shot across the room uncontrolled, running into whatever was in her way. Current example? The lamp she hoped no one would miss.
<"It was ugly anyway,"> she told herself as she fetched the broom and dustpan. Along the way she switched on the TV. She didn't pay much attention to the weather report or the sports reports. She would have ignored the news too, but an announcement caught her attention and held it fast. Very quickly a frown appeared on her face, mirroring the one on the anchorman's.
"The casualty count from yesterday's Stalker massacre reached fifty-eight, as Newark resident Jacob Hasslic died in the CCU this morning. Hasslic, age thirty-seven, was in the mall on business yesterday when the enforcer robot malfunctioned. His injuries were caused in an effort to shield others from danger, including the loss of his arm. Though he and others were rushed to the local hospital doctors say that he lost too much blood before arriving. Two of the mallgoers Hasslic attempted to save were also killed, including six-year-old Donovon Merrick. Hasslic leaves behind a wife, Sandra, and two sons, Randolph and Aaron, ages three and eight respectively."
Iris paled, and she dropped the dustpan.
"Efforts are being made to find out why the Stalker robot malfunctioned, however the machine disappeared right after the massacre, and has not yet been located. Witnesses testify that the machine had been chasing down a pair of alleged mutants, but the reason it turned on humans, who they were sworn to protect, is still under investigation. While the Stalker robots have been very helpful in enforcing the Mutant Registration Law, fear of a repeat of this tragedy has the local authorities wondering if such measure truly are a help, or if they have become a danger to those are suppose to be protecting.
"In other news, local authorities are investigating a string of seeming unrelated homicides-"
Iris didn't hear the rest of the report. She felt sick to her stomach. Her hand went to her side reflexively. She had barely gotten away from the Stalker, and that was because her powers had been out of control. It was programmed to hunt her down. She was a mutant. That was its job, ugly as it may be.
But why would it turn on humans??
She could imagine mutants everywhere gloating that the human's little'pets' turned on them, and claiming that it served them right.
Her legs wobbled, and she sank onto the couch. What had Hunter said about drawing battle lines? Which side were the Stalkers on? A robot couldn't be on its own side. Could it?
Things were getting out of hand; it seemed like the entire world was falling apart. And she felt completely lost in the middle.