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.
Queen´s revenge [Celeste tried to execute her revenge, with the paintball thread for alibi. But then she realized something important.]
Crown and rainbow [While she is trying to paint a big rainbow around Central Park, she meet with Ashton and end with Celeste near jail. Of course she is underage and escape without further problems.]
Experiment [Celeste is expanding the knowledge of her power.]
Golden Door Cake Shop [Celeste stole the Golden Door´s color and sent a ransom letter to the Sanctuary. Unfortunately the twisted minds of the Sanctuary devised a plan to fight back, putting M in cakes. Especially Aura and Venus...]
Valentine, dinner and glamour. [Sam agree to try to start a friendship with Celeste. But she need to show him she is mature enough in a date.]
Tasing Kids [Celeste find someone is following her, scared she electrocuted the man. She run away, but return when she realized she knew that man. Finding Chase right there without disguise.]
Round Two [This time is Chase who surprise Celeste using her powers. She felt cornered and agree to show him what she can do.]
Dancing in the woods [While running wild through Central Park, Celeste bump into Skydancer]
Detective club [Celeste goes to the mansion in a attempt to find why so many adults were turned into childs. Part of the Chibi plot.]
Party like there's no tomorrow [After waking up from the apocalyptic future know by many as Age of Sebastian, the girl found herself alone and wondering if that was all a dream or it really happened. So she organized a party to gather info and refresh some old bonds created in the future.]
Knowing that so many people were in motion only because of her, gave her a malicious pleasure. It was like watching an ant farm, all working for their queen. Without protest, without denying. Putting all their energy in the pleasure of their empress. Being in there was even better. They did not respond to the needs of a primitive six-legged queen, but to her desires. To her refined whims. She suppressed a smile, do not letting it to completely escape her lips. But there it was. It was a crooked smile. Almost with pain. Why his father could not be like his own employees? Helpful, attentive, but above all... there. He never was home. Why would she think of such things? The girl shook her head quickly, then settled her hair trying to calm. To forget.
She accompanied Sam with her eyes as he entered deep into the store. He looked like a explorer advancing through a dense jungle. She followed them closely, not wanting to miss any detail of this peculiar adventure. He seemed uncomfortable, unsure. As a puppy discovering the world. Luckily, Jessica took control of the situation. God, Celeste would not known her name if not for these identifications badges. One thing was to remember the names of their employees, well, those of his father. And another thing to remind all employees´s names of all the stores she usually buy in.
Jessica practically dragged Sam to the dressing room. Celeste meanwhile, sat on the nearest couch. By simply lifting a hand, an employee appeared. That was a good service. She had to make sure to leave a substantial tip. She made her request, and one minute later the same employee was back with what she demanded. Finally, Sam left the dressing room. Celeste was astonished. She knew she had a good eye for people, but this time she had surpassed herself. The surprise was reflected in her face instantly, though she used all her willpower to close her mouth. She failed. Her face remained frozen in that silly look of surprise for a few seconds, when she come out of it, quickly grabbed the sheet of paper resting on her lap, and with a couple of stylized movements drew a big ten. Triumphant, she raised her masterpiece for Sam to see it. "Look at you, I bet you never looked so good. You look like a model. "
Her beautiful black eyes stared straight ahead, beautiful but malevolent. Full of sadness, anger and impatience. So many feelings buried in that particular blackness. Her heavy glare instigated the poor manager until he left to find his best seller. The manager hesitated a few moments, trying to resist but eventually his will shattered. He knew what was best for everyone. He did not fear the child itself, but the possibility of losing that big sale. For them, Celeste was a time bomb waiting to explode. But even so, her best customer. The girl turned to look at Sam again, she felt silly for not asking his name before. Where were her manners? She was forgetting how to behave. With a bow, she introduced to his partner. A feigned smile. After all, good manners were nothing more than a habit. One of the many repetitive tasks without importance in which she was trained. "My name is Celeste."
A quick look at the store informed her that they had not yet finished. Employees ran in apparent disorder, carrying bags from one side to another. It was a strange dance, almost hypnotic. Responding to an inaudible music, impossible music. With its own rhythms. A dance of some distant land. And at the same time it was so common everywhere. All were in motion. In a hurry. Disorderly. It was a chaotic order. "Choose what you want, we still have to wait for my things."
She took a couple of steps in the opposite direction. Trying to walk away, to turn around prematurely would have been fatal. A clear sign of weakness. With each step she lost little by little all her hopes. How many steps? She did not know, these steps seemed like miles. But she was practically in the same place. Celeste was not sure what would happen. Her heart was beating fast, she would not stand losing. Probably she would end up crying and humiliated. She closed her eyes tightly to ward off that feeling. No. She was going to swallow all those feelings and hide them where they never could get out. But even so, she knew she was lonely, it was hard to admit it. Steps. Voices. Not his voice. Heartbeats. She was ready to stampede to the next store to drown her sorrows in new clothes. Destroying everything in her path. But then her squire answered to her ultimatum.
She immediately stopped, turned on her heels. She looked at the young man with a stunned expression. Surprised. Relieved. "Thank you." She said. Cheerfully, almost singing. Forgetting for a moment all her anger. At the same time she gave her bags to him again. One last time. The third time's the charm. Somewhere in the world, a volcano erupted and some other wonder of rare occurrence happened, just because Celeste allowed herself to grin. A slightly less rare event that an eclipse. It was a huge, bright smile. That smile made her look even more beautiful, perhaps more alive. Even though it was a mischievous smile. Victorious. It was a malicious triumph. "I win. I always win." Everything was a competition. Always.
Without another word she went to the next store in her usual tour. Pale faces, hands shaking, confusion, recognition. So many emotions triggered by the simple fact that she entered the store. Her favorite store. In all other stores, she had to shout. They made it feel easy. Made it feel right. When they made it out of their surprise and overcome their paralyzing fear, all the old employees disappeared somewhere in the store. As if it was a big maze. Celeste certainly did not look like a demon. Why the fuss? Beckoning to new employees, the manager came over to greet them. Briskly but determined. He stopped in front of them, adopted an upright posture. He looked like a soldier. "Welcome Miss Manfrella." The manager looked quickly at her companion before resting his eyes on the little demon. "Everything will be ready in just a moment. Do you need something else? " He looked scared. Shaky. He did not want to ask her. But he knew he had to do it anyway. It was his job. "Yes, I want someone to attend exclusively to..." Who? She tried to remember. Her black eyes looked everywhere for the name of her partner. Touché. "What is your name?" She asked her squire, barely looking at him.
What about a massive paintball match? I would like to make a thread with a massive paintball match. I want a lot of people to join. Perhaps it could be done in the mansion´s ground. Or another big place. Or perhaps I could just show around a random street shooting people and giving them paintball´s guns to get in the combat. Making it bigger and random.
Please let me your feedback.
PD: This could be done in Eros´s army to train it in the use of firearms. Just a thought.
Tall. Nice style. Asian? Not according to his accent. Interesting. Clearly his features stand out from the crowd. She was right. Although he refused to accept the honor of helping her. "How dare you?" She shout in her mind filled with rage. Then breathe deeply. It was not her fault that the boy did not recognize the magnificence when it was in front of him. Again she spoke calmly but determined to not accept another negation. She pushed her two bags of clothes toward him one more time. "Take my bags." Authoritarian. Angry. Impatient. She looked at his squire again, a look full of need and supplication. Hidden behind her cries and orders. Celeste analyzed him from head to foot, trying to find a single reason not to use him as a Butler for the rest of the afternoon. She sighted, there was no reason to let him go. She liked his style, his clothes but there was something wrong... he lacked a good incentive. "Follow me. If you like something, I pay. " She was not being a nice person, not on her mind. She will never admit it. Perhaps, just a little. She just needed a pawn who could look good enough to walk at her side. Yes. Although she was feeling... Generous? Maybe.
There was once a beautiful young girl trying to be fashionable, that titanic task required an enormous amount of money and time but above all: patience. Which she did not have much. Without patience, no friends and no butlers to do her shopping, she had no choice but to put aside her apparent fragility. Celeste did not bear the thought of people labelling her as "not cute" for what she was doing. But she even bear less the fact that her clothes were all of past season. So far she had traveled two stores, shouting to all the employees. Two stores, fifteen employees with post-traumatic stress, two bags to carry. But she would not carry them, of course not. It would be inappropriate for someone of her class. Looking around. No one seemed worthy of the task. Simple peasants. Where can I find a knight? At least a squire ... Found it. "You, take my bags."
Hi : ) I will like someone to join my first thread after a long holiday. I hope someone would find this interesting. Celeste is in a random parking, painting cars. If your character is in the Oracle Plot, (Eros´s army or Sebastian´s church) he/she could see Celeste´s power and try to make her join. For both factions, she can paint signs and stuff. Like graffittis with messages. Like one announcing the end of the world, other asking to kill the unicorn man. Things like that. She can be an street messenger..
If you decide to join, and you are not in the plot. You can have a car parked there. Of course, it would be one of the cars that were painted. Or something like that.
Hey : ) I was using Eve from manga/anime Black Cat. But I am not picky if is something like your signature that have just sillhouttes and a central (astract ) image since I will like to avoid changing my character´s model. I can picture it like something random like rainbows and stuff.
Hi! I made my own signature using some images from Black Cat manga, the problem obiously is that is all black and white. Quite ironically. I would like someone to paint it for me, since I do not know how to use Photoshop.
If you think it would be easier to make another sig, please do it. If not, try to paint the current one.
Thursday evening. No party in the city. Dad was not around. She is alone. With an absurd amount of money. None of her friends was available. A couple of crazy ideas later, Celeste was hidden in the back seat of his chauffeur´s car. It was not a bad car, but still did not compare to the luxury of their usual transportation. It would be a better idea to take the limousine. Only God knew how hard she wanted to stretch her legs and enjoy the ride. But no matter how much she wished it, the car was not going to get any bigger. It was extremely frustrating and as if that was not enough, she began to feel dizzy from so many turns. She was hiding in the gap between the front and rear seat, under a dirty old blanket with barely enough room to hide. Dust was making her sick. Everything was covered with a thin layer of dust, filthy and full of germs. It was unashamedly tainting her hands, and clothing. Just thinking about her clothes made her had an urgent need for all that to end. She was afraid that things did not go as expected, and also she was not really sure it was a good idea. But she was not going to admit it
1am. Somewhere in New York. Three floor parking. 24/7. Actual location: unknown. The car stopped, Andrew exchange a few words with someone. A small mechanical sounds let them in. The car began to move one last time for a short period of time before it was completely quiet again, and for good. The engine died. His driver whispered something that she can not hear, she waited, listening carefully, it was all she could do. But all was quiet. The driver's door closed, five minutes after that Celeste came out of her hiding spot. The place was very well illuminated, more than she expected. That was not good. Her heart began to beat quickly, doubt was taking over. She could just get in the car and make a call, he would come to the rescue immediately... no, she could not. It was not as bad as hiding under the dirty blanket. After all, there where a lot of columns and the large number of parked cars provided a great coverage. She just had to be careful.
An hour later, a whole line of cars had a new color. Pink. One by one the cars were painted magically, at the end of the line she fell exhausted. Physically and mentally. She crawled to the closest wall, leaning against it at the shade of a car. Resting, she look at her work. One, two, three ... eleven cars. Each of the cars painted not only in color but also mimicking the texture of the original object. The cars seemed to be covered in pink fabric. The trick, many small pieces of pink fabric that now remained scattered across the floor. A trail of crumbs.
I want Celeste to learn how to paint graffitis and how to use a bow. If movies did not lie to me, some schools teach you how to use a bow. But I am not sure. I need a partner for a few ideas, I have the main subject but not how to reach it. - Change the colors of cars. I was thinking about a little revenge.
- And the second one... give someone a warning with paint ball rifles.
Celeste carefully observed the animal while it was held prisoner at Rhythm´s hand. It had a somewhat strange behavior... she was not an expert but she could tell for sure that something was not quite natural in that animal. Maybe it was just freaking scared... but something in its gaze looked malicious. Judging by all the noise coming from it, the reptile did not seem happy with an abduction from its natural environment. It was kind of bad to take it from its home... but it was for a greater cause. "Excellent." She muttered to herself without caring who could heard, while mentally going over the steps of her master plan. When she finished the list, she cheerfully informed her subordinate. "It's your lucky day, as I am very kind to share the credit for the discovery." "Because I am not going to touch that thing." She added mentally, without any break in the physical plane. "Now we just have to take it to the nearest zoo, which fortunately is here in Central Park." Celeste was excited, she was just a few steps away from fame and recognition.
