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 Maxine Ralls on Aug 16, 2012 18:19:09 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
379
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Jul 27, 2018 20:37:07 GMT -6
Calley
The ON AIR sign lit up; a sedate, quiet red. Nothing else in the studio changed. There weren't suddenly a ton of faces staring back at her: there was just the same cameraman, now manning his post; the same coworkers, now attempting to keep socially acceptable facial expressions; and the same boss, watching from the sidelines, still holding his coffee.
That was it? She blinked.
Her female co-anchor seemed to take her look for stage fright, and opened her mouth to fill the silence. "Welcome back. As you can see, we have a special guest—"
"S'okay," the girl interrupted, "I got this." She'd just been surprised; it was like filming for the stupid middle school morning news show, not like standing in front of a million and one live viewers and talking. All it really looked like she was talking to was the man from her apartment. Who still hadn't told her his name, by the way. He was standing pretty close to the cameraman, who was huddled out of sight behind his equipment, so she turned her eyes on him.
See? I am a reporter. Watch me do my job.
"This is Maxine Ralls, coming to you live from the Wolf News Studio here at... at..."—maybe if they had taken the subway here like normal, non-flashy mutant people, she'd know "—New York City. All is not well in the Big Apple."
You had to be dramatic, when you were a reporter. She'd watched enough Dateline and Twenty Minutes to know.
"This morning, kids across the city woke up in beds they didn't recognize, with creepy adults telling them it's 2012. Some of us even got calls from our bosses saying we'd better get to work. Guess what, New York? I'm a reporter. Someone pays me to do this.
"We don't yet know if this is some kind of crazy mass time-teleportation, some kind of anti-aging wrinkle cream gone wrong, or just a really weird dream I'm going to wake up from any minute, but believe me when I say, on behalf of affected kids citywide:"
"This is totally not the job I wanted when I grew up. I'm going to be a paleontologist. They study dinosaurs."
She wished she had some papers to shuffle in front of her. People on TV always seemed to do that. Instead, she just swiveled her chair to look at Male Co-Ancher No. 1.
>>"This is Maxine Ralls, coming to you live from the Wolf News Studio here at... at... —New York City. All is not well in the Big Apple."
Did he really have the audacity to think she was merely a natural? Maxine Ralls had a freaking mutant affinity for the camera. She should have been married to one. With kids. Tiny, red haired, straight-from-hell kids.
>>"Guess what, New York? I'm a reporter. Someone pays me to do this. We don't yet know if this is some kind of crazy mass time-teleportation, some kind of anti-aging wrinkle cream gone wrong, or just a really weird dream I'm going to wake up from any minute, but believe me when I say, on behalf of affected kids citywide. This is totally not the job I wanted when I grew up. I'm going to be a paleontologist. They study dinosaurs."
Gawain made sur ehe filed the information away for later use. Once Maxine was back to normal, he'd use it, maybe. One day. There was no doubt she'd go back to normal eventually. The world was not that lucky.
>>"Back to you... coworker."
Gawain caught himself biting his lips to stiffle a laugh. She. Nailed it. Damn the red haired demon, she nailed it.
Posted by Maxine Ralls on Aug 16, 2012 19:25:03 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
379
3
Jul 27, 2018 20:37:07 GMT -6
Calley
The next break came a few minutes later, when they switched to a live reporter covering something or another out on the street. When the familiar ON AIR sign flicked off, Maxine slid down out of her seat and walked over to her boss. Not too close—he was tall, and she wasn't a fan of that awkward looking-up thing that you always had to do with adults. It made her feel like a little kid.
"Is there anything else you wanted me to do?" She asked.
"Nope," He took another long sip of coffee. "I'd say that about did it."
"All right. See you in ten years." She gave her most professional nod to her co-anchors, and walked back to the guy who'd brought her here. "They say they don't need me anymore," she said, with a casual flip of her hair. "So where was it you wanted to bring me?"
"Get that reel to editing," her boss quietly ordered the cameraman, behind them. "I want that re-running at five and seven."
The whole thing was on a sliding scale from adorable to terrifying.
>>"They say they don't need me anymore. So where was it you wanted to bring me?"
"You are welcome" Gawain sighed, offering a hand to her as they walked back to the mirror "We're going back to the Mansion. It's a safe place for mutants, and if anyone can figure out what happened to you, they will be there. C'mon, Maxine, let's go."
He did not want to spend more time in the newsroom than he had to.
