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.
With a grin, she nodded. "Sure thing, boss." With a little mock salute, she turned from Kait and pinned her best 'annoyed' frown on the two clowns clones.
"Eh, you jerks gotta stay out here, got it?"
Both of them stared at her silently for a second or two, before glancing at each other. "But... I still have to take a leak..." One started slowly, adding in an exasperated wiggle as if to justify her need to follow the both of them inside.
"No." Elke countered, crossing her arms over her chest. The duplicate whined, dancing around in a little circle. "But I gotta peeeeee" The Native shook her head, and pointed off back the way they had come. "There are plenty'a corners and stuff you can squat in somewhere, but you ain't comin' in here. Kait's orders, and she's more important than you."
"But booooosssss--" Elke turned to the other clone, who had been silently trying to catch a moth fluttering around the area. "Hey, i'll give you some of my candy stash back home if you can keep her out here... by any means necessary."
That caught the duplicates attention so quickly, Elke may as well have just told her she loved her. Candy was candy, no? "Aye Aye, Boss!" As the Native turned back to Kait, to continue on, one duplicate launched herself at the other and tackled the girl to the ground.
"Problem solved!" She sing-songed, and grinned. While behind her the clone fighting for the side of glorious candy locked the poor clone who only had to use the restroom in a choke hold worthy of a pro wrestling show.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Sept 24, 2012 0:51:48 GMT -6
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Elke didn't seem to care very much about her clones' comfort. Which was good. In Kaitlyn's eyes, since they were just gonna melt later anyway, they barely even qualified as people.
With a nod, she led Elke over to the door and gave it a few solid knocks. She was pretty sure that she remembered how to talk them into letting her in. "Don't say anything," she whispered to the shorter girl. "There's kind of a secret code thing, and if you --"
A metal panel in the door slid open, interrupting her. The opening it made was just large enough for the two to see a set of eyes, which examined each of the girls in turn. An odor of cigarette smoke wafted out of the opening. The doorman spoke: "Who is it?"
"Your cousin Kaitlyn," she answered. "Don't you remember me?"
Though the man's eyebrows were mostly hidden, Kaitlyn could tell that he was raising one of them. "Ehhh, Kaitlyn? Can't say I do."
"We... we met at the uh... family reunion, right?"
The eyes glared at her expectantly. All was silent until, about five seconds later, he cleared his throat.
"Well... didn't we?" Kaitlyn asked.
The doorman gave her an annoyed look. The girl looked very worried.
"Oh!" She began to grin, relieved. "I'm on Lori's side of the family."
The doorman looked a bit less annoyed and a lot more shocked. "Er... of course. I just didn't recognize you at first. Here, why don't I let you inside?" The metal panel slid closed, and the guard hurriedly unlocked the door. Kaitlyn turned to give Elke a smirk. See, said the grin, she knew what she was doing after all.
The door opened, blasting both of the girls with a wave of cigarette smoke. Kaitlyn traced the source of this smoke to the amused-looking bald man with two cigarettes sticking out the left side of his mouth. His pearly whites contrasted sharply with his ebony skin and inky black eyeballs. He was one of several tough-looking, heavily-armed men sitting around a table lined with coins, small bills, and playing cards.
Kaitlyn started to walk in, and gestured for Elke to follow.
"What's with the indian getup?" asked Mr. Chain-smoker, looking directly at Elke. He had a heavy accent, which might have come from somewhere in Africa.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
She probably would have coughed, if she hadn't been too stubborn to hold it in. Smoke wafted by, while she was busy eyeing Kait and this new guy. Secret door code thing? What was this, a club house?
.... Elke found herself really rather jealous. She didn't have a super cool club house with door passwords. Where had this concept been all her life? Clearly, she was going to have to rectify the situation as soon as she got home, and start making plans to get a club of her own going.
...and it would have a bubble gum machine, damnit.
The question angled her way as she followed kait inside gave her a reason to pause, fist because she felt flare of indignant (misunderstood and probably completely inappropriate) fire rush through her, and then because she'd promised not to cause trouble. Swallowing hr misguided anger, the native stuffed her hands into her pockets and muttered a reply back quietly. “...uh....the rest of the Village people couldn’t make it?”
It was an attempt, albeit a poor one, to shift attention away from herself, and more importantly, her Indian getup. She didn't know if speaking to the guy was even a good idea, so turned her attention Kait's way, for guidance.
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 13, 2012 22:49:42 GMT -6
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The smoker chuckled good-naturedly, but everyone else was dead silent. The door closed and locked behind the two girls, and the men continued their card game.
“So, are you girls shapeshifters?” asked inky-eyes, “Or did management actually send a couple of kids here to boss us around?”
She shook her head. “We just need somewhere to hide for a while, and I knew this place was nearby. We won’t mess with anything. That okay?”
Inky-eyes raised an eyebrow. “…How old are you two?”
“I’m 11, and I think she’s about… ten.” She turned to Elke. “Right?”
“Christ,” one of the men shook his head.
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
"...Twelve." She was older that Kait?... but, she was shorter than the girl...
Than again, she was shorter than most of the other kids she knew, too. Realizing this fact, she attempted to puff herself up a little, to maybe look like less of a shrimp in comparison. With the guys around the table being all aloof and cool-like, she didn't want to come off as a twerp in a costume.
...not like that hadn't already happened or anything... but best not to let the mistake get repeated!
While trying to visibly look bigger, Elke realized something... She'd come along to get away from the cops, yeah... but mostly it had been because of the duplicate needing to pee. Glancing at her newest mutant buddy, the Native quietly decided to herself not to point this fact out. If she did, what was stopping them from leaving again before she got to see what this place was all about?
Posted by Kaitlyn Faust on Oct 20, 2012 23:41:00 GMT -6
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Kaitlyn looked at Elke with disbelief. She was trying to be generous by saying ‘ten.’ Kaitlyn was shorter than most of the ten-year-olds she’d met, and she was going to turn twelve in a month. There was no way…
“Well,” said the smoker, “If you’re that young, you know about this place, and you got in enough trouble that you think you need to hide here…” he shrugged. “Make yourselves at home.”
“There’s drinks in the fridge,” another one of them mentioned. “Just don’t touch the alcohol.”
“Thanks!” Kaitlyn smiled at them, then migrated towards the refrigerator. Luckily, it contained a twelve pack of Coke, tactically located next to a bottle of Jack Daniels. Kaitlyn was interested exclusively in the former.
Hiss. Click. Gulp.
“You know,” Kaitlyn told Elke in a low voice, “You didn’t have to lie about your age like that. How old are you, really?”
...You've heard stories about me? Don't listen to them! It's safe to sit next to me, really!
“You know, You didn’t have to lie about your age like that. How old are you, really?”
Elke blinked at Kaitlyn, before answering back in a similarly low voice. "Naw, really, I'm twelve. I turn thirteen in September." She counted off the months on her fingers, just to make sure she had her months down correctly. Yup... September was when she usually got hastily scribbled birthday cards, and a present or two.
Sniffling and wiping her nose on the sleeve of her shirt, the Native eyed the other girls drink, then turned to scan the rest of the room. Didn't really look like nothin' special, not like in the movies, anyway. "Ma always says I was the runt of the litter, and that my brothers stole all the height for themselves."
Man, did she have a ton of questions about where she was, and why she had to be all in control of herself and stuff. But, in this case Kaitlyn was the Boss, and she didn't want to step on anyone's toes.
"Say... Sorry 'bout Badger. We ain't usually for attacking mutants, seeing as we are mutants... but when he gets all p@#$y like that it's hard to talk sense into him."