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 Silver Streak on Mar 15, 2012 8:29:36 GMT -6
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The good news was that Jorge played a long. The thing that was even better was that he pulled it off. Jorge made himself larger and more intimidating in the wake of Streak's word. Soon Jorge pounded the ground in front of the leader. That seemed to be enough to get the bandits running.
Streak waited just a minute as they all ran away in terror. Once they were far enough away Streak started to laugh. It was just to funny. How could these people be so stupid as to have actually believed that he was a sorcerer. Maybe they were on some kind of drugs or something. "Alright Jorge I think were good man you can come back to normal."
It was obvious that Jorge could hear him because it worked earlier. "Ya know they never answered my question. I still have no idea what's going on." Streak commented as he waited for Jorge to return to normal.
Posted by Silver Streak on Mar 15, 2012 7:50:52 GMT -6
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I too may be scarce for a while. I'm off to A school for the military this weekend and I'm not sure how much access I'll have. I've been told that I'll have some free time so I should be able to still post but it might take me a little longer to get the posts out after this weekend.
Posted by Silver Streak on Mar 14, 2012 17:03:58 GMT -6
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The line was moving fast now that he was actually in it. Before he knew what was happening the person in front of him was taken away by a very grandmotherly looking lady. While he was waiting for someone to come and take him he heard the guy behind him speak up.
"Quite the turn out, wouldn't you agree?"
"Ya way more than I expected." Streak commented glancing back at the man speaking. Before anymore of a conversation could get started he was whisked away from the stranger by a Gothic girl. The girl sat in front of her computer and fired it up. She immediately started with the questions.
"Okay, would you like to go by your family name or a nickname? Do you already have a nickname?"
"I'll go with my alias. Sliver Streak." Streak commented. It's not that he didn't like his name it was just that he preferred to go by that instead of it. It always seemed to fit him which is why he came up with it so long ago and had been going by it ever since.
The Gothic girl filled in his answers quickly. It was obvious she was used to computers and liked her job. She then moved on to her next question. "If you use your mutant power by mistake would you like us to use CGI to edit it out?"
"No I'm good. Y'all wont have to edit anything out." Streak answered.
"Ok last question. Would you like something to hide your identity while you are here, such as make up, a mask, or maybe a voice filter? There'll be cameras behind the scenes. These sessions won't be used." This last part sounded a bit like it was scripted but she was probably told to read it like that verbatim.
He smiled."No I don't need anything to hide my powers. He was about to walk out when she asked him one last question. As the check printed out she cleared her throat and asked.
"This one isn't on there but...can I see your powers?" Again Streak smiled. He had no problem showing his powers and he figured that he'd be like this every time he showed up.
The silvermancer covered himself in silver and stood up. He put on a little demonstration for her before she handed him the check and he walked out. The girl seemed so excited it was unbelievable. Maybe she just really liked her job. Streak walked out the door in the back and stood saw a bunch of mutants staring at one person. Streak walked over to her and loudly said to all of them, "What wrong y'all have never seen another mutant before? Go back to eating your donuts and drink your coffee." His entirely silver body was certainly something to stare at but from his reaction most of the turned around and went about their conversations from before. Streak looked at the girl and just smiled. If she was here then they'd spend plenty of time with everyone standing around.
Posted by Silver Streak on Mar 14, 2012 13:32:48 GMT -6
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"Merlin's bead! He's a sorcerer!"
Streak had arrived just in time apparently. He slowed his run and walked up next to Jorge. His silver bow was still slung across his shoulder and over his back. The arrows flew at Jorge and Streak was sure that Jorge was about to get impaled until he turned into water. Streak didn't know he could do that. He'd seen Jorge's powers before but he hadn't seen all of what he could do. This was definitely a new trick that Streak was seeing.
Streak couldn't help but laugh at the people. They'd obviously never seen a mutant before and he was willing to bet that they definitely hadn't seen two mutants before. His powers weren't being used right now but it didn't mean that he couldn't use them any time he wanted. " What is going on here?!" Streak exclaimed as he noted all the men starting to reload their bows. He'd only just arrived at the tail end of this Mexican Standoff and he was pretty sure that Jorge was about to win. He was a detective after all, he didn't really need Streaks help.
The young man took his bow off his back and held it ready to produce another arrow if he needed. It should have struck these men as odd that he was not only carrying a silver bow but he was also NOT carrying any extra arrows. It should have begged the question of where he'd gotten the first one from but he supposed that they were still a little too shocked at seeing a man turn into water to be thinking straight.
"We were just having a little chat with your finely dressed friend here. And I see your just as exquisitely dressed. Must be a fair bit of gold in your purse too me thinks." The red coated leader said turning his attention to Streak.
This didn't seem to be going anywhere good. Apparently they were more interested in gold than they were their lives. So Streak tried to convince them. "Haven't you noticed that you didn't hurt my friend at all? What makes you think that I will be intimidated by you or your archers either? But seeing as you folks have failed to see that you we're dealing with the greatest sorcerer in the whole world maybe I shouldn't stop him from sending you all to the see Davy Jones." Ok so maybe they didn't get all the references but he was in the zone and he was hoping that they would at least buy the act he was putting on.
Now it was true. He would get hit with a few arrows before he would be able to make a shield but him turning into silver along wi Jorge turning into water might be enough to scare them if they decided to press their luck any further.
Posted by Silver Streak on Mar 13, 2012 13:47:15 GMT -6
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Streak didn't have much time to read the newspaper. He always found it was covered with articles that no one really cared about and too many ads for him to be able to pick out the important stories anyways. He instead resorted to watching the news. Luckily, he'd seen the section of news about a movie producer auditioning mutants for a movie in New York. I could do that. Wouldn't hurt to broaden my horizons either. He thought.
The next mornnig he made his way up to the park where they were doing the auditions. There were plenty of people there, many of which it seemed didn't want the mutants there. He took the bus, a bit odd since he had his own car, but necessary since he didn't want to attract attention to his car while he was there. It turned out to be a great idea, taking the bus, when he arrived and found the area littered with what loked like protesters. It was a good thing that he had some pull around this town.
After he got off the bus he began pushing his way through the crowd. He saw the police holding them back and a few others just past the police line. On his way through he bumped an especially angry protester. "Hey watch it loser!" The man exclaimed. Streak turned a steely gaze on the man. His silver eyes made the man immediately try to back up a little bit. Unfortunately there was no where to go so he ended up just pushing some people behind him.
When Shawn got up to the police he pulled out his badge and they let him through. For once he was glad he'd gone through the academies mutant training program. Now past the angry crowds he fell in line behind a person all covered in a hood and carrying a newspaper. He began to wonder how long this was going to take.
Posted by Silver Streak on Mar 13, 2012 10:34:03 GMT -6
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For some odd reason Streak felt invigorated now that he was up and moving. The soreness had worn off and he was now ready and rearing to go. Maybe it was the fresh air, or maybe it was the sun beating down without any hint of Global Warming to threaten him or maybe it was just the fact that he wasn't sure what was going on, that was affecting him. There had to be someone around to help him out. He'd never gone this long without seeing anyone in a long time. The last time he'd gone this long he was helping his faminly out of the farm.
The person, Streak saw in the distance was not alone anymore. Someone else had stepped out of the nearby trees. Did they both come from the trees? He wondered as he drew closer. As far as he could tell they were just talking...That is until he saw something familiar.
With the sun shining the way it was it was easy for Streak to see that the one closest to the forest had just drawn a sword. He'd been in enough altercations with police and military to know what that stance was. Someone had just drawn a gun. Streak began to hurry down the dirt road to see what was going on. Unfortunately he couldn't clear the distance in time so he decided to take a different approach. Streak created a silver bow and arrow, stopped his running, aimed and fired it high. After the arrow was launched he slung the bow around his body and continued running towards the two.
The arrow got there first of course, and it landed right between the two men. From his closer distance he could make out a few more features of the men. One was wearing a red coat and pants, from his distance he couldn't see the tears in the pants. The other was wearing pants and a jacket of some kind. At least that what it looked like.
Finally, after what seemed like minutes he was close enough to make out the one with the gun. It was Jorge. "Finally a familar face." Hopefully he wasn't to distracting, although he had to admit that arrown in between the two was probably a good enough starter distraction that his arrival wouldn't be that big of a deal.
Posted by Silver Streak on Mar 10, 2012 16:57:52 GMT -6
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Streak could tell that he was lying down. When did I lay down? he wondered. He tried to sit up. Pain waded over him like a ocean wave. He struggled to remember what had just happened and how he'd gotten here. Had he just been drugged or kidnapped again?
He'd never hear the end of this if he'd been kidnapped and taken somewhere. He tried to move again. The pain was less and he was finally able to start to feel his surroundings. It was a little itchy but relatively comfortable. Streak took a deep breath. It smelled... Clean. It definitely didn't smell like New York. It smelled like there was no smog, no car exhaust, no...nothing.
The sun beat down on Shawn and he felt the heat being pushed off him with the cool breeze. Streak slowly opened his eyes. He was staring at a very blue sky as not much else. The sun was blinding for a second; however, he was soon used to the light and slowly sat up groaning. "Wasn't it night just a second a go? It might have been however, he didn't know how long he'd been out. It could have been hours.
Streak ever so slowly got to his feet. The grass was long and looked wild. "Where am I? The mid-west?" He started to walk and he started to feel better the more he moved around. In the distance he thought he saw someone. From as far away as he was he couldn't make out who it was. It didn't matter if this person was someone he knew or not but he hoped that this person at least knew what was going on.
Posted by Silver Streak on Mar 8, 2012 14:57:31 GMT -6
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I'd be interested in having my characters be an extra or two. It sounds like a lot of fun and could leave options for later plots that we can relate it to.
Posted by Silver Streak on Mar 5, 2012 15:21:27 GMT -6
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Maybe it was the alcohol that he'd been drinking. Maybe someone had spiked his drink. Those would be possible answers if he'd had more than half of his drink and if he'd even left his seat once. Thus far he'd been engrossed in a conversation with Jorge. The pull was strong and it couldn't be natual. Some mutant must have over done it on the powers thing.
The world was swirling around him and suddenly his seat was gone, right out from under him. The sensation of freefall came to him as felt himself being pulled into the gravity well that seemed to have opened up in the middle of the restuarant. It was definitely an interesting feeling whatever was going on. Hopefully he'd have an answer soon because this freefall felt like it was taking the air out of his lungs.
Posted by Silver Streak on Feb 15, 2012 14:50:58 GMT -6
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“Curses of technology, is all.” “Just waiting on my wayward order to miraculously appear again. Yourself?”
"Rough day huh? I hear ya. I'm just getting off of a rough day too." He didn't know if his guess was right but people don't normally look like that after an easy day. He took another sip of his beer. It was smooth to him; however, most people found it rough and biting. Most couldn't stand the taste and he never really understood why. It wasn't a bad taste, it just took some getting used to.
Streak supposed that it was a good thing that he didn't recognize anyone but Jorge. Most of the time he knew people from somewhere or from some trouble they caused, but today he didn't know anyone. He spied a kid sitting with two adults and stealing her wine. It was certainly unsusual but it wasn't something he was going to bring up. "I haven't even ordered yet, cause they seem so busy. I think it might be a while before you get your food. You may want a drink." He smirked taking a long sip.
Posted by Silver Streak on Feb 2, 2012 11:21:25 GMT -6
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Streak came into the resturant and immediately walked up to the bar. It had been a rough day and he needed to forget about it, at least for a while. He noticed Jorge sitting there, looking slightly offput by the fact that he was waiting. Shawn went up to him and said, "Hey Jorge, why so glum? Don't like the alcohol here?"
He joked, obviously not knowing that the cop had just been forced to wait for some time. The bartender came up to Streak, ID'd him and took his order of a guiness. After a minute or so he got his beer and started sipping it next to the detective. They'd worked together before over the Thanksgiving incident but it wasn't that often that they had actually talked. Shawn was very much aware that the man had helped Sam on the X-Men's latest mission but he hadn't seen him around since then.
