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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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 wittyjack on Sept 16, 2007 19:48:39 GMT -6
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Kyle chuckled, "Me? A cop? That'll be the day." He took a moment to appreciate the absurdity of himself in that profession. It was quite comical. If he had to put a label on himself as far as job description went, he'd have to say he was, for lack of a better term, a pirate. Still, he was a bit flattered that Rupert had paid him the compliment.
"Don't you have to... you know... train for a job like that? Have to be officially educated? Don't you have to be... older?" Kyle question, a slight undertone of poking fun beneath his at least close to honest wonderings, "I'm only 18." He smirked, "Not exactly a college grad..."
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 16, 2007 20:01:44 GMT -6
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Rupert grinned back at the kid's smirk. Punk was trying to tease him now, huh? Heh. Rupert rather liked this kid. "Hate to burst your bubble, but I didn't mean 'let's take you down to the station and sign you up today'. You've got to be twenty-one to be a beat officer. You don't need a formal education, but you do need to pass the tests--a written one, and a physical one. We don't just let any punk and their ipod onto the force, you know. And you have to actually live in New York—none of this ‘I just wandered in’ junk. We’ll need proof of residence, and a copy of the police report you filed when your wallet got stolen for the first time.” He fun-poked right on back. "You’d be surprised how much can change between eighteen and twenty-one, Kyle. You might not recognize yourself in three years. It's just something to keep in mind. 'Til then, maybe I can write a nice letter of recommendation for your application at McDonald's." He grinned. Compared to where it had started, and where it had been about five minutes ago, this conversation was half-way normal. Don't ask him how that had worked.
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 16, 2007 20:20:59 GMT -6
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Kyle laughed. A real laugh. He didn't even bother to lace it with sarcasm or contempt. "Not planning on flipping any burgers if I can help it, Detective." Kyle commented, "I've got skills, and I'd like to think I'm cut out for better... or at least more interesting work that that. Can't really say better. People gotta eat, right?"
He was honestly having a pretty good time of it. Now that they had gotten through the rather hostile introduction, and at least one of them had been good and offended by the other, things seemed to be pleasant again. It was worth noticing how easily they had gone back to poking fun at each other and joking about whatever came up in conversation. Kyle absently pushed his sleeves up to his elbows... which gave a clear view of the smooth, clean scar that dominated the portion of Kyle's right arm from his elbow to his wrist. He had completely forgotten it, which he often did. Kyle never bothered to hide it, or be ashamed of it or embarrassed by it, or really any of his scars for that matter, so it had become commonplace to him. He didn't notice it now, so he didn't even really remember that it was there.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 16, 2007 20:32:09 GMT -6
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Rupert shrugged one of his shoulders. "True, that. Anyone who puts lofty ideals over a good meal obviously hasn't been hungry much." His family hadn't been poor when he was growing up, but they certainly hadn't been rich. Rupert liked to think he knew the value of basic necessities. Better than some people in this world--but then again, a lot worse than some. "If you find a job that interests you, and it pays the bills, stick to it. Who cares how 'good' other people think it is. Do you--?" The teen had rolled up his sleeves. The motion attracted Rupert's attention in a casual way. The dominant scar on the back of the kid's arm made him forget entirely what he’d been about to say. "Woah. Where'd you pick up that?" He asked. It looked old, and the size of it... Rupert honestly couldn't picture what had made it. A knife came close, but it didn't look quite right for that.
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 16, 2007 20:42:56 GMT -6
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"What?" Kyle asked before looking down at himself and seeing the scar again, "Oh... that... that's uh... two years old now? Got it when I was sixteen so... two years." He took a moment to chuckle lightly and push his bangs out of his eyes, "Got that in something like a knife fight. Can't really call it a knife fight since I wasn't exactly armed at the time." He shrugged as if it didn't make one bit of difference, "You got any of these?"
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 16, 2007 20:57:26 GMT -6
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Rupert decided, quite tactfully, not to push the issue. Two years was a rather long time. Hopefully the kid was out of whatever situation had given him a scar like that, by now. And if he wasn't... Was Rupert starting to feel protective? Something he did not need: another person to be responsible for.
"Yeah, actually." He said, lifting his shirt slightly to show the round, deep scar on the lower left side of his chest--right over where the bottom of the lung happened to live. He let the shirt drop back down after a moment. He wasn't ashamed of the scar, and he wasn't self-conscious about it, either--he just didn't like the pitying looks that tended to come his way when people knew the story behind it. Rupert wasn't fond of pity. This kid didn't look like the type who'd turn sentimental on him over a stab wound, though, so he didn't mind showing it off. It actually looked kind of cool--and very strange. A mix between a straight stab wound and a shot gun scar, almost. Apparently that's what you got when a little girl stabbed you with her own bone. "Something like a knife fight," he purposefully parroted, "Can't really call it a knife fight, since there weren't any actual knives involved." He shrugged, giving a half-grin to take any sense of seriousness off of the potentially life-threatening scar he'd just shown. His wasn't as old as the kid's was--only a few months. It still had a bit of that fresh-pink tinge to it.
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 16, 2007 21:56:43 GMT -6
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Kyle admired the scar while is was visible. He knew enough about anatomy to know that the wound that had caused it had to have been dangerously close to hitting where it wasn't likely to heal.
He grinned, "Nice. ...of course, I've got plenty more scars than this." He indicated his arm, "Enough to fill more than a day with stories about them." He was quiet for a moment, then changed the subject at random, "Say, do you know of anywhere good to eat around here? I'm new in town." Another grin. He was having a good enough time, but it seemed time to move on to at least a new location.
Posted by Rupert Kelley on Sept 16, 2007 22:07:36 GMT -6
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Rupert stood, and cracked his back. "There're plenty of cafes around here..." He thought briefly of suggesting the one he and Raina had their first kiss at, but decided against it: they'd caused quite a scene, that time. Probably best to let the owner forget his face before he came back. "Ever heard of Insomniacs Anonymous? It's mostly a coffee shop--open twenty-four hours--but they make good sandwiches, too. You like Ruebens?"
Posted by wittyjack on Sept 17, 2007 15:40:18 GMT -6
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Kyle's face contorted lightly, "Like What?" Oddly enough, Kyle had never even heard of a Rueben before, much less tasted one. He shook his head a bit to clear off the confusion and moved on to the rest of what Rupert had said, "Nope, never heard of the place. Is it close?"
Kyle was wanting some lunch, but he wasn't about to get into a cab to find some. He had nothing against cabs in general, but at the moment, he was in the mood to walk wherever he was headed. It was a pleasure to move about outside. To go where ever you pleased, and to travel there under your own power. Kyle had always liked the fact that he was able-bodied. He didn't claim to be strong, just able.
Kyle breathed in, almost tasting the air. It truly was a pleasure to be free to do anything.