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.
Sarah smiled before heading inside. She walked into the chapel and straight to her painting. Then she started back on her work. She had decided to reward the teen 'helping' her and she would, as soon as he deemed he was finished.
"Wonder how long he'll take," she mumbled under her breath.
The teen could take as long as he wanted. He just hoped that the priest didn't decide to go talk to him while she wasn't there. She'd like to know what the priest did to the teen.
The brunette shook her head and started to work on her painting. She needed to get the colors right. It was her goal.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Jul 28, 2012 21:46:58 GMT -6
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It took several minutes for Blake to finally manage to secure his hair under the hat, then climb back up the tree and retrieve his sketchbook. He settled back onto the branch he’d been on, no longer quite as comfortable as the first time he’d been up there, and vaguely considered picking a new branch to sit on as he stared at the church. This branch had a large, conveniently placed gap in the leaves, though; the others probably wouldn’t.
A few minutes later Blake shook his head, adjusted the hat that he’d disturbed in doing so, and went back to sketching. He was drawing slower than he had been, but still quickly enough.
Once the sketches were done, Blake spent a few more minutes staring out at the church, idly sketching what could be the outlines of an angel struggling to fly, if you assumed the lines that seemed to be unraveling were meant to be wings.
Blake closed the sketchbook carefully, making sure none of the pages caught and tore on the spiral binding, then tucked it and the pencils into a bag and climbed down from the tree. He had to adjust the hat again before going inside, wandering around a bit to find Miss Jackson. “Hey.”
Sarah jerked up when Blake spoke to her. She was just about done with the window area of the painting too. Luckily she was just cleaning a brush off so no paint got onto the canvas.
"Hey," she smiled. "Guess you're done. Guess we'll head to the courtyard then."
The brunette smiled as she started towards the back of the church, using the narrow walkways on the outside aisles of the pews. She could remember the way to the courtyard with ease. She had gone there several times over the days she worked on that portion of the painting. She could probably find her way around the church with her eyes closed if she had to.
When they reached the door that led to the statue filled grass area, her smile grew. She turned to Blake before she opened the door.
"You ready?" Okay, yes, she was acting very much like a kid on Christmas.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 5, 2012 17:43:49 GMT -6
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“Yeah.” Blake blinked, a confused look following Miss Jackson as she moved toward the back of the church before shaking his head and hurrying after her. “You don’t want to see them?” He’d kind of expected her to, you know, actually look at the sketches she’d wanted him to make.
The confusion was still visible, if starting to fade, when she paused at a door. “Yeah?” It took a second for Blake’s mind to pull itself back to what was actually going on, and the statues that were likely behind the door. “Oh! Yeah.”
Hm. They weren’t very likely to have a falling angel there, were they? Maybe there’d be a flying one that he could adapt….
"I was thinking I'd look over them on the way out of here. That way if you felt the need to change something, you could. I know that happens to me a lot."
The brunette smiled at the slow realization the kid had. She opened the door to the small courtyart and walked towards one of the hidden benches, allowing Blake to wander around as he saw fit. Her position would allow her to see him in most places he went.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Dec 31, 2012 21:11:07 GMT -6
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“Kay.” Blake’s attention was thoroughly distracted from anything Miss Jackson might have said as the door opened and the statues became visible. The statues were interesting--pious, as expected, generally, but there were a few that were a bit less than peaceful and serene; demons and sinners being dragged down to hell, or slain by saints and angels. Blake flitted from one to another, stalking in circles around interesting ones, flipping rapidly through pages of his sketchbook as he drew quick sketches of whole statues, eyes, wing joints, horns and carved folds of clothing. Not all were likely to be useful to Miss Jackson, but the rest would be useful to him, and they weren’t exactly taking long, so he wasn’t wasting (much) time he could be spending on sketches for her.
Sarah watched Blake move about the small courtyard with a small smile on her face. She wasn't sure what exactly he was looking for, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. She could remember when she first stepped into the courtyard. The area had captivated her in a way that hadn't happened to her very often. She had only found a few places her artistic mind pushed everything else out.
She spotted the priest from earlier peek at them from his office. She smiled and waved at him. The older man nodded at her and turned back to his work, though she was sure he would check on them at moments.
'At least he's trusting of us... to a point,' she thought to herself.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Feb 9, 2013 16:37:13 GMT -6
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Eventually Blake stopped, having found and made rough sketches of most of the more interesting statues in the courtyard, and glanced around for Miss Jackson. She didn’t seem to be doing a whole lot; mostly standing and looking around… and watching Blake. He kept himself from cringing and wandered over to her, working his way between statues and making a note to come back and draw the back of one of the slaying angels. He shifted awkwardly once he was close enough to talk to her. “So. Um. What did you want sketches of?”
If the priest was watching, Blake didn’t know. Nor did he want to; the hat was still on, even if a few strands of hair were escaping now, and nothing else about him looked too unnatural, so there was no reason for the priest, or any other, to be watching, anyway.
The question made Sarah realize that Blake was going to try to control himself. She looked around the small courtyard. She didn't want to limit the kid too much. However, she did want him to do some work so she wasn't just giving him the money.
"I'm interested in the way light hits the statues. Try to find a few that have a good contrast of light and dark," she offered. "Though it means you'll have to do more than a few rough sketches."
She hoped she hadn't taken away some of the statues he liked, but she thought the kid might like the small challenge she had tried to give him.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Feb 10, 2013 12:10:59 GMT -6
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Blake shifted his sketchbook from one hand to the other and back as he waited for Miss Jackson to decide. Waiting like that never let him feel quite comfortable; like the typical ‘but what do I do with my hands?’ question, only with all of him. Though why she needed to decide anyway….
He nodded automatically once she finally answered. “Kay.” As long as she answered, he didn’t care too much what it was that she wanted him to do. And contrast wasn’t hard; he had charcoal and a few different pencils, so that was easy enough. If she’d asked for color, that would’ve been difficult.
Blake wandered again, back into the statues, peering at them for interesting angles and strong shadows. Finding them resulted in some odd contortions; several images were made while lying on the ground, or leaning sideways. As long as the result looked good, Blake didn’t mind.
Sarah watched the teen work for a while. She had noticed the priest leave his office several times over the course of the time she sat there. When she noticed the priest look from the courtyard to the clock multiple times, she decided it was time to leave the small grassy area.
"Hey Blake," she called out, "I think that should be enough for today. Wrap up what you're doing, alright?" When she was done speaking, she started to stand up.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Feb 11, 2013 20:45:35 GMT -6
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Blake jumped when Miss Jackson called him, hand jerking away from the page and his elbow banging into the ground he was laying on. Ow. “Okay,” he called back, only half paying attention as he returned to a drawing of a solemn, wrathful angel, looming in front of the lowering sun.
Several minutes later Blake rolled to his feet, set the sketchbook on the base of the statue to put the hat back on and tuck his hair back under it, tucked pencils and charcoal away, picked up the sketchbook, and made his way back to Miss Jackson, leaving the sketchbook on the last page he’d been working on as he held it out to her. “Here.”
Sarah took the sketchpad from Blake to see what he had done. She took note of each one of the sketches, from the statues to the doors. She didn't go any further back than that, not wanting to intrude in the boy's privacy. Several of the statue drawings gave a new view to the courtyard. She had seen him lay on the ground before, but now she could see his products. They were really good.
"I think there's only one of these I really need. Is it alright if I take this one?" she asked, handing the sketchpad back to him on the page of the one she wanted.
The drawing on the page was of a woman praying while an angel stood over her. The image was done from a position below the woman's folded hands. Sarah was interested in the way Blake had done the light hitting the back of the wings, while still allowing a viewer to see the woman in some detail.
Posted by Blake (Persi) on Feb 12, 2013 22:38:44 GMT -6
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“…Sure.” Blake hadn’t actually considered that she might want to keep his sketches. He’d thought she’d look, and maybe borrow the book or something like that; really he hadn’t thought much about it at all. He had another version of that sketch, though; from a different angle, but it’d work for any interest he had in using it, so he tore the page out and handed it to Miss Jackson.
“Not the doors?” Not that he really wanted to give away more sketches, but the doors weren’t the most useful ones he had, and it was kind of annoying to have spent that much time on them for no point. Even if it had looked like she was almost done already….
Sarah was shocked when Blake just ripped the page out of his sketchpad. She hadn't really expected him to just rip it out. The shock caused her to just accept the page and stare at him.
>>“Not the doors?”
When the words were spoken, the brunette shook herself to get some of her sense back. 'The doors?' she thought. 'Oh! Right. I almost forgot about them.'
"I actually would like them. I just wasn't sure how you'd feel about me taking so much of your work," she told him.
Though she felt bad lying in a holy place, but she didn't want the kid to think she made him do the sketches for nothing. Even if it was the truth.