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.
I am with Gina here, MoTM is fantastic but we need smaller awards. In my opinion the new players or those who do not rp daily or even the players as myself that do not have a lot of rp partners... would never make it to the MoTM or would lose if someone nominated them, because they are fighting with older and hardcore players that are more know. This idea is not about every player winning, but a way to give them the chance to win.
In resume smallers rewards are a need. Maybe not monthly, but it is something that would be welcomed.
I like the idea a lot but I did not like the awards... I would like to see smaller awards like friendlest, epic fight(er), funny or odd moment. If we use something like the first award you mentioned it would be MoTM again. We need smaller awards, not a big one that enclose so many vague things as MotM or the first one you mentioned.
EDIT: I would like to see a mini plot of the month award.
The slow dance of death they had executed came to an end suddenly, then a second of silence that extended infinitely after the nightmare in slow motion turned into a small symphony in Allegro.The imaginary music that howled in her ears musicalized the brutal attack for a moment and then as suddenly as the music began, it disappeared. She did not hear anything else but her beating heart.
The hand of the hideous creature crossed the space between them in an instant, displaying superhuman speed. The impact left her breathless, forcing her body to twist in pain in front of the enemy, giving him a clear advantage. While she was still trying to recover, the claws of that being wrapped her beautiful hair and pulled hard enough to lift her skinny body.
The pain was so intense that she did not even thought of the possibility of fighting back. Each of her senses were so focused on the pain that she could not take any other action.Only when she felt his tongue caressing her skin, she achieved to focus long enough to try to defend herself. She shook her hands with insistence, hitting the subject with blows that seemed to cause no harm, until a miracle made her remember the precious object she was still holding.
The task that before had been a routine became a challenge, but when all seemed lost, her fingers finally extracted the empty cartridge. The piece of plastic fell from her hands, but even before it could touch the ground, the girl had started the device.
The small device in her hand buzzed like a thousands bees along with the particular whiplash of electricity. A flashing blue light bathed the whole place while a restless electric wire danced between each electrode willing to taste human flesh again. Using all her remaining strength, she nailed the metal horns in the chest of her opponent in a desperate final attack.
I hope you stay enough to RP with all the great writers in this site. I always like to say it is like a big digital family, so welcome to the site and our family.
In my case, I have a spoiled rich girl, fourteen years old, which also is interested in music. Among her many artistic skills, she loves to play piano. It is one of her greatest passions. She can be found everywhere, mostly in shops buying clothes, or expensive restaurants, but also in places like Central Park. (Link in my signature)
I also have a little green goblin, two feet tall, who loves nature and loves to steal things and cause problems to humans. Mainly found in Central Park, and the profile for Guglin is here.
After the initial explosion of strange events that included a very angry hot dog vendor and a couple who lost conscience in unison, the world seemed to come back suddenly to its normal state. People left their reverie to notice what was happening around them, a small group watched with attention to the seller and the buyer, expecting a fight. With their cell phone in hand, ready to take videos and digital photos. On her side there also were a lot of gathering people, curious who wanted to know what had happened to the lovers. At least ten people were witnessing the events at the time, but they did nothing to help and keep interfering and making stupid questions, so she ignored them all.
All her attention was focused on the two people who for some strange event remained in her custody. The pulse of the woman kept a steady pace, her chest barely moved, but it did, which meant she was breathing normally. With the practice gained from her first patient, she found the man's pulse much faster. He also seemed to be almost asleep. Fortunately both were stable. Silently, Celeste thanked that she did not have to use mouth to mouth breathing and waste her first kiss.
Then the buyer quickly came to her side, escaping the tyranny of the seller. To his two questions, the girls nodded her head and added, "They are on their way." in an attempt to reassure him, or perhaps to reassure herself since it was the first time when she started to think about the situation. They had been poisoned, probably by the seller. "Celeste." Replied the girl in an impolite way, not because the man deserved it, but because the situation asked to not lose time. In other circumstances she would have given her name and her surname with a practiced Italian accent, at the same time she gave him a beautiful reverence once used only in the presence of the nobility."Do you know him?" Asked the girl, as her thoughts turned to the evil hot dog vendor who had planned everything. For some strange reason the culprit did not move from its place, even when all the evidence pointed toward him. Strange.
One of my characters is a two feet goblin that know how to hunt and how to chase a prey... mostly in forest/mountains backgrounds. But most of it is about being patient and wait, maybe he can learn a few things from him. I guess in teddy bear form he can be almost the same height as him, so there is a lots of places they can sneak in. (Mostly food stores)
You can contact with any member of the Sanctuary, they are pretty sneaky. If he shows up with Syn, she would surely take him as a apprentice.
Mean purple lady is right, she almost choked Celeste to death... So another encounter so soon would end in another fight of wills that would probably follow a physical battle.
One by one the days of the calendar changed, in her opinion with a very disturbing slowness, it was as if someone tried to tease her. Delaying the hours each day or making the day last just a minute longer, with the only purpose of prolong the coming of the glorious day delay she was waiting for so eagerly. Even with the invisible demons slowing time, it was impossible to stop and finally her digital calendar indicated that it was shopping day. Not a normal shopping day that were common in her busy schedule, of course not, but the day new shoes arrived to her favorite boutique. One of the most exclusive and expensive shops in New York.
Celeste went into the store accompanied by one of her loyal bodyguards, while her white limousine waited at the entrance as usual. Her employee entered first, to prove that there was no threat inside. After that he dutifully stood aside to watch her back like a guardian angel. Or better yet, a dog trained to defend her, that in the meanwhile would have to settle with carrying all her bags. Just when they put one foot in the store, an employee approached them. To her surprise he stopped in front of his bodyguards and greeted him cordially. Celeste looked at him furiously, trying to assassinate him with her eyes but the man continued ignoring the little Queen. Perhaps because she was a child, perhaps because he was new and did not know who she was. "Where's Peter?" The girl asked outraged, to which the employee replied awkwardly. "Peter ... Peter? Oh Peter, he is sick." Celeste responded with another stare full of hatred. "I want Peter." Demanded the girl to the employee of the boutique. From her tone of voice, anyone would believe that he was her slave.
Then the young man started to tremble like a frightened mouse while trying to keep his legs still. His eyes tried to avoid looking the little girl's eyes that now were two black abysses in which he could fall and never return. "Celeste Manfrella?" Asked the poor man with his faltering voice. She did not even have to nod, a look at her beautiful eyes and her golden hair was enough for the employee's eyes to lit with recognition. He was new, that was easy to see, but it was also very simple to guess he had heard more than a story about Miss Manfrella and her appetite for shoes. If he could please her, he would receive a juicy tip, if not he would lose his job.
Knowing that the employee was telling the truth, and that her favorite seller would not appear, she let out a long sigh and continued with her orders. When her perfect lips parted again, the employee become as pale as a ghost, perhaps he hoped to be yelled again, but she surprised him with a radical change of her voice, but not in attitude. "I want all the new designs, and don´t you dare to ask which one I already have." Each of her words were uttered with an intoxicating amount of sweetness that hide perfectly the order and the unspoken threat. The employee looked back at his partners for support but no one responded to his silent call. He was alone with the Queen.
Celeste nodded politely as the man responded to her cordiality with a energetic verbal thanks. In fact, she also was somewhat surprised by the kindness that she received in return but she knew better than to hide it from the man, so the change was barely perceptible. She knew there were few people who thanked and apologized openly, many more would ignore for being only a child, only to discover she was not a common girl, but part of the glorious Manfrella family. Usually that sweet revelation came after a deserved punishment.
From her place, a few steps away from the cart but still within its circle of influence, she could see the whole scene. The seller asked something difficult to understand, but the buyer understood its meaning in a way that was beyond her comprehension, and then he replied with courtesy ... that's was when the logic order of the situation broke. Instead of the seller delivering the desired product to the buyer, it began to speak in a tone too high to be considered anything but yelling. His face was transformed from a quiet face to a mask full of annoyance. But there was nothing to justify that anger, the man had just asked chips.
The girl remained in the same place, staring in disbelief at the two subjects. The kind man, was maybe as confused as she was and did not know what to respond, however the seller almost continued shouting incomprehensible words. Were they fighting for hot dogs? It was unlikely... Then she saw how the couple fell to the ground. Both crumbled together, attached to the same fate by an invisible bond.
Without hesitation, Celeste ran toward the two bodies which remained immobile in the ground, leaving behind her the discussions and confusing words of the foreign seller. Kneeling beside the girl, she put two fingers on her neck looking with despair for her main artery, the aorta, to determine her status. The echo of her heart seemed to avoid her fingers in some way, but she persistently seek for it until she could felt a faint tapping that indicated that they were still alive. Without wasting a moment, she took out her cell from her backpack and dialed quickly the emergency number.
we are in need of more young characters.