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 Deirdra Sykes on Jul 23, 2010 19:10:16 GMT -6
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The young man introduced himself as Slate Swartz and told Deirdra to wait a minute so he could run through the flock of birds. The blond, with a good-natured smirk on her face, shook her head slightly at the thought of what she was doing. It probably looked and, she was quite sure, seemed unusual, but she had nothing better to do.
Now she had an investment to see how this little experiment turned out. The birds landed and Deirdra ran silently through the flock and watched as they rose, and then took their places once again on the ground. The blond laughed slightly at the situation, but waited to see what Slate wanted to do next.
Posted by Deirdra Sykes on Jul 23, 2010 19:01:25 GMT -6
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Lenna denied doing anything, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t. Deirdra knew how well some people could lie. It didn’t matter too much to her, unless she was attacked. The woman relied on her mutation if something bad was happening and she needed to defend herself. Fortunately, the blond was quite good at lashing out when threatened. She’d most likely claw them and pull hair. Maybe even bite if necessary. Lenna didn’t seem like she’d attack her, at least not on this meeting. Something about the woman made her a bit suspicious. She had never met a mutant who could cancel out another mutant, but maybe she wasn’t a mutant.
The girl, Ahorta, seemed to think her problems were Deirdra’s doing. The blond narrowed her eyes at her. “I have a scorpion mutation, not some ability to hurt or curse someone. It’s affecting me too, whatever it is.” The woman angrily crossed her arms and sighed. She felt offended that she was being blamed, but at the same time, she could’ve been accusing an innocent person. Deirdra didn’t really mind that so much, even if it did seem hypocritical. She came first and if she thought someone was affecting her in a way she didn’t like, she wasn’t going to sit around and not say anything.
Deirdra Sykes was not the type of woman to sit back and watch things unfold. It just wasn’t her style.
Posted by Deirdra Sykes on Jun 26, 2010 18:40:01 GMT -6
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Deirdra smirked when Slate stated that what she had said was an expression. He catches on quick.. He really didn’t seem to have much for social skills, but the blond found it interesting. She assumed he must not have had much need for interacting with others, which Deirdra could appreciate. If she could have avoided people for most of her life, she would’ve done so. Unfortunately, society was thrust upon her from a young age. She had known since she was young, that humans weren’t who she belonged with and when her mutation manifested, it just provided the proof.
The young man stole a balloon from a child and told her to put it up her shirt. Deirdra wondered if he was serious, but decided he probably wasn’t one for joking. The look on his face seemed very serious. “Since you’re going around demanding I put an inflated latex thing up my shirt, I do believe I get the right to ask why. So, why exactly do you want me to put this in my shirt?” After thinking about what he had said about weight and his chasing pigeons, she smiled. Shaking her head slightly, the blond laughed. “You want me to appear bigger to see if the pigeons act differently? Is that it? What exactly makes you so interested in what they do?”
The man in front of her was definitely interesting, that was for sure. “I’m Deirdra, Deirdra Sykes. And whom, may I ask, are you?” One eyebrow was raised slightly. With her hold still on the balloon, she tilted her head toward it. “If you tell me who you are, I’ll run at pigeons with this thing up my shirt. Sound good?” She wasn’t sure why she wanted to know his name, she just did. The blond wasn’t a fan of having a complete conversation with a person unless she knew their name. Not to mention that if this guy wanted her to run at pigeons with something up her shirt, she wanted a name.
Posted by Deirdra Sykes on Jun 23, 2010 18:31:03 GMT -6
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Instead of giving an answer to her question, he threw another question her way. This one was a bit of a personal question, especially to women. Is this guy serious? One hand still rested on her hip, but it had shifted to the opposite side. I think he may be completely serious. Dear, lord. A short laugh escaped her lips. “You have some nerve, I’ll tell you that.” She wasn’t really that mad, just surprised. “I weigh about 120 pounds, I think.” A smirk crept on her face. “How much do you weigh?”
She still wondered what he was doing, but it was obvious he had no interest in answering. Deirdra wasn’t the type of woman to harass someone unless they gave her a very good reason, or if they were an attractive man. The man chasing pigeons wasn’t bad looking, but the chasing itself was a bit of a turn-off in her opinion. Something about a man chasing birds just didn't catch her eye, at least not in a positive way.
Posted by Deirdra Sykes on Jun 11, 2010 7:54:01 GMT -6
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Deirdra admired Lenna’s dead-center hit. She nodded with appreciation and turned to watch Ahorta. She had a decently negative attitude and the blond frowned. Whatever was wrong with Ahorta, it was messing with her weight, or so it seemed. Deirdra’s eyes narrowed as she looked at her. She wasn’t sure what could be affecting her so much. Her eyes wandered over to Lenna. Is it her? I know it isn’t me. My mutation’s already fully developed. I’ve had it for about nine years now.
Maybe a test would help her understand the situation? The young woman closed her eyes, concentrating on transforming the lower-half of her body into her scorpion form. It felt as though it may happen, but then the feeling dissipated as quickly as it had came. Her blue eyes shot open and her attention turned to Lenna. Her brows furrowed together, frustrated. “You. Is it you that can cancel out my power?”
Posted by Deirdra Sykes on Jun 10, 2010 8:29:26 GMT -6
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Well, I may get a post or two out a day, depending. After today, I only have one day of school left. Summer's starting up and I have graduation parties for my senior friends that I need to go to. Not only that, but I'm going to hang out with my friends in the next few days. I'll definitely post when I have the time and inspiration.
Posted by Deirdra Sykes on Jun 8, 2010 8:35:43 GMT -6
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It was a pretty nice day and so, Deirdra had ventured outside. She needed some space from the Sanctuary. Though it was nice and the mutants there were tolerable, she wanted to be alone for a while. The blond could only take other noise-making people/mutants for so long. She had a room to herself, but it didn’t mean that she could go anywhere to get away from yelling and fighting. Fighting seemed to be some of the mutants’ favorite past times.
She was now walking outside and stopped when she noticed someone chasing pigeons. It wasn’t a kid chasing pigeons either. They looked to be close to her in age. Deirdra’s brows furrowed together as she watched him run around. One hip popped out to the side and she rested a hand on it. What in the world is that guy doing? After a moment, her right eyebrow raised up in question of what he was doing.
Deirdra sauntered toward the young man and stopped when she was about six or seven feet away. “Uh, I’ll probably regret this, but I have to ask. What exactly are you trying to do?” She glanced around at the park and park-goers. The woman noticed some of them watching and after a glare, most of them walked away. She rolled her eyes and turned back toward Slate.
The blond watched a few of the pigeons land on a nearby park bench, obviously not afraid of people. She hated pigeons and how they were so stupid that they weren’t scared of anything. It was so hard to get them to leave you alone if you had food.
Posted by Deirdra Sykes on Jun 8, 2010 7:22:10 GMT -6
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Hey, I'm just curious if anyone could make a signature where Deirdra's lower body looks like the lower part of a black scorpion. I don't have the technology to do such things. lol.
I used Anna Hickman for her. She's a Brazilian model.
Her scorpion body is black and consists of the legs, main body, and tail.
Posted by Deirdra Sykes on Jun 2, 2010 8:04:38 GMT -6
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The girl said she was fine, but looked a little scared. She said that she was ‘strong enough’, whatever that was supposed to mean. Deirdra raised her left eyebrow incredulously and listened as the other woman tried to get her to sit down. One introduced herself as Lenna and the other said her name was Ahorta. The blond had never heard either of those names before and thought they were quite unique, but Ahorta reminded her of ‘aorta’, a main part of the heart’s blood pumping cycle.
Lenna mentioned doing something else for a while, but the girl seemed pretty content to continue the game of darts. She held one out to Deirdra and the woman took it from her. Bringing her arm back and closing her right eye, the woman lined up the dart with the bulls-eye and then extended her hand forward, throwing the dart and hitting the center of the board. A smirk crept onto her face and she turned to the other two women,thrilled. “I figured that would end a lot worse than it did. I haven’t played darts in a while, but part of mutation requires a bit of aim so that gives me some practice, I suppose.”
Walking to the dart board, the blond pulled out the small dart and sauntered back towards the other two. Deirdra held it out to whoever wanted it. “Who’s next?”
Anyway, congrats!!! She's awesome!