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 Cheshire on Jan 17, 2008 17:13:10 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Calley
“Can do!” Calley said merrily, and spun on his heel away from the nice happy hot dog vendor man and towards the non-suspicious looming black jeep with the opaquely tinted windows. It was just outside of the park, and across the street. Frank, a looming hulk of a black-suited man with two facial expressions—'stoic', and 'Calley. Stop it.'—was seated behind the wheel, one well-muscled finger marking his page in John Grisham's The Appeal. He'd been watching them through the mirrors and the windows: by the time Calley actually pulled open the door to the backseat and hopped inside, he no longer had any need to look at either of them.
“Ready to go back?” He asked simply, in a way that implied the answer was 'yes'.
“Yes,” Calley replied, to not disappoint the man who still denied there was a flame thrower stashed in this very jeep. Or that he carried miniature incendiary grenades like other men carried wallets. Calley turned to Taz as Frank set his book into the passenger seat, and shifted the jeep into gear. “So, what's your power?” They started rolling towards Mondragon Labs.
((ooc: Hope it's okay that I God-modded us into the car. Just tell me if it isn't!))
"I can.. make explosive spikes come out of my body and detonate at will." Taz said quietly. Thoughts flooded back to him of the explosion and the rubble that crashed down on him earlier and cringed. "yea.. thats about it"
Posted by Cheshire on Jan 17, 2008 22:16:39 GMT -6
Mutant God
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18
Sept 24, 2018 19:41:05 GMT -6
Calley
((ooc: Good job working in your chara's mental state! It definitely helps me get a better picture of who he is. )
"Ooo," Calley blinked. "Explosions. Pretty." Taz didn't look exactly thrilled by his power, though. "Umm, there's a young lady where we're going--Tris, I think her name is. She can make things explode too, but she doesn't use spikes, I don't think. Anyways, if you're having trouble with your power, maybe you can talk to her and see what she does to train, or something." He was being entirely and utterly helpful and non-malicious today. He was also wondering, just a bit, what roast human tasted like.
Calley.
What? It's just a thought. I'm hungry, and he's talking about explosions. Explosions are just roasting taken to its logical extreme.
The logical extreme of an explosion is not cannibalism.
Slate, I hate to break it to you, but our power means we're committing ten kinds of cannibalism already.
Posted by Cheshire on Jan 19, 2008 13:04:56 GMT -6
Mutant God
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Sept 24, 2018 19:41:05 GMT -6
Calley
“That,” Calley answered mysteriously. “Is a closely guarded secret. Is it just off of highway 895, past an exit that’s always closed for repair? Is it under the judicial building, accessible only by a single elevator that moves down into the bowels of Hell itself? Is it in a barren field surrounded by barbed wire? Or...” He paused for dramatic effect, moving his hands in uber-magical swirls. “Are we already here?”
“We’re here,” Frank said impassively from the driver’s seat. Calley stopped making his uber-magical hand-swirls.
“Yeah. We are. Umm, not too pretty, is it? But it’s safe. As far as anyone knows, this place is just a legit laboratory owned by some rich guy from overseas.” He glanced out the window as they passed onto Mondragon Labs property, past a check point that Frank was waved through after a quick retinal scan, finger print check, and series of personal questions. So navy gray was his favorite color. Huh. Calley... hadn’t known navy gray was a color. Which meant it might be a password. Cool.
The grounds themselves were... blah. There were uniform warehouses in shades of gray, gray, industrialized gray, and dark gray. There were guards wandering here and there. There were occasional guys in lab coats purposefully scuttling from here to there. And there was a looming building central to the whole complex that was so architecturally nondescript that exactly three ballads were lost from human memory every time someone gazed upon at it. Mondragon Labs. Home sweet something-something home.
They rolled past the front of the Labs, and into the expansive car garage. “Welcome to Resistance HQ.” Calley intoned ceremoniously as Frank parked. It might have held a more impressively formal air if a rat hadn’t run past the front of the jeep just then, with a ginger-stripped queen cat in hot pursuit.
The scene might still have been salvageable, if a mechanic working under the hood of a militaristic truck hadn’t been loudly cheering the cat on, with wrench-waving-in-the-air action: “Go Sushi, go! Good cat!”
Calley sat up straighter, and declared proudly: “There aren’t any rats inside. Just in the garage.”
((ooc: Tell me if I took too much liberty with any part of the Labs’ description, Hunter. )
Taz looked around the lab, from the informality to just the fact that he was safe with other people... People just like him! Taz smiled (im going to like it here he thought) as he turned to calley. "So whos in charge around here?"
Posted by Cheshire on Jan 19, 2008 13:39:16 GMT -6
Mutant God
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18
Sept 24, 2018 19:41:05 GMT -6
Calley
Taz looked happy to be here, and maybe even happy to see a person happily cheering on one of the garage’s resident rat catchers. The teen was happily looking around his happy new habitat. It was just a happy, happy scene, really. Weren’t they just all happy to be here, in the warm loving company of their fellow mutants?
The ginger-striped queen finally got in range. She pounced the rat with a small, wet crack. Sushi: 72. Car garage rats: 0. Since it was her third today, she only nibbled at it before wandering off to get attention from her adoring mechanic fans. Calley was glad he’d adopted her from the pound and wordlessly dropped her into the Labs. She, and the other two cats he’d gotten, seemed to be living the kitty high life here. Pouncing rats and whoring for attention... that was the life. Especially the part where you never actually had to talk to anyone. You could just sort of... live.
“In charge? The guy from overseas, I think. Aton... Atony... Anton? Some A-name. He’s not around much. I think he left a guy called Kaz in charge, but he’s just sort of a while-the-Boss-is-away figurehead.” Calley opened the door, and stepped out onto the polished concrete floor. Frank looked to him for a moment, then took his John Grisham novel, opened his own door, and started walking to the guards’ barracks. If Calley needed him again... there was little doubt that somewhere, somehow, Calley would find him.
“If you’re looking to join up with the Resistance, and that’s why you were asking about the leader-type person...” Calley continued, stretching out his back. “You’ve already joined. Umm, if you want to get involved with things, there’s some sort of training thingie that’s going on today... it might not be too late to join. Personally, I’m probably going to head to the canteen. Speaking of which: all the food here is free ‘n’ stuff, so don’t worry about it. Also, you can ask anyone where the rooms are, and pretty much just claim any empty one for yourself. And don’t worry if you get lost. Everyone gets lost. This place is a maze. A nondescript maze. That’s even maze-y-er than an amazing maze.” He covered his mouth as a yawn cracked his lips. Something he kept forgetting, in the midst of his chronic hunger: he was getting more and more tired lately, too. Hurray. He started walking canteen-wards; whether Taz followed him or not, he didn’t much care. It was past time he crammed some more food into himself.
((ooc: You’re officially good to post anywhere in the Labs now, Taz. If you want to get in on the Hide and Seek training mission, PM Iris—I think it’s still early enough in that that she can put you with a team.))