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 Emily Leveau on Jul 15, 2012 18:56:45 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily stood quietly waiting for the bus. She had been driving the Hurst occasionally, but she preferred public transportation. It was much easier and faster to get around in the congested New York streets. Then undead girl wore a white top with lacing around the neckline that went up to her chin. The lacing was thick enough to cover her scars that encircled her neck. She wore a pair of long, tan slacks that hugged her skin all the way to her ankles. White boots made her three inches taller. Gold jewelry adorned her ears, wrists, and belt.
All around her, people were suffering from the blistering heat. But, not a drop of sweat fell from Emily’s forehead. Her skin was a perfect pale color. She was happy she couldn’t feel the heat. The woman had had a wonderful morning shopping for clothes and scented candles. Not that she could smell, but people loved scented candles as gifts. Now she was going to go back to the funeral home and meet a florist for an upcoming burial.
Emily noticed a small kitten dodging the busy parking lot of the mall. She wondered if the little guy had lost its mother. She called out to the kitten to try to get its attention so it would come to her, but the small furball was too frightened to pay any attention to the woman. Emily was deciding if she should leave her bags where she stood and try to catch the little critter, but her attention was drawn to a man in a leather jacket. Why in the world was he wearing a jacket so heavy? The absurdity of it all. She wondered if he had something to hide. Had he been stealing at the mall? But the man appeared to be an honest man. Appearances could be deceiving. Maybe he was a mutant with tentacles, or wings, or something else you could hide in a jacket.
A cry was made from a woman pointing into the parking-lot. “Madison!!” A small toddler, maybe four years old, had wandered into the parking lot. She seemed to be going after the kitten. The little one reached the kitten and picked it up gingerly. It looked like the girl was going to make it back to her mother, when a monster of a truck turned the corner way too fast. The driver seemed to be on the phone and paying no attention to his surroundings.
Emily dropped her bags, ready to run into the street for the young girl and kitten.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 14, 2012 13:30:04 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily made her way to the one-room shack. The windows were too filthy to look inside them. Emily checked the doorknob and it wasn’t locked. She put her ear to the door. No noise came from within. The woman slowly opened the door to the shack and checked the interior. A single bed lay in the corner of the room. It was too dark to tell if the lump on it was human or just a wad of sheets.
She contemplated if she should draw a weapon before addressing the dark, but decided against it. Still, she kept her hand on her machete as she called out. Emily kept her back to the open door, just incase she had to run. “ Is anybody in hea?
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 13, 2012 11:15:25 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
210
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily put the beer to her lips and pretended to drink. “Naw thanks. Aim still drinkin this one.” She had to agree with the two that Janette was a bit too eager. Emily never did understand some women’s obsessions with the opposite sex. But, Janette was her friend and she would do what she could to keep her happy. The woman felt her phone vibrate. It was a text message from Janette.
Ugh, I’m sorry but I have to run off. We’ll def go out another night. Try to get Shawn’s number for me. He’s a hottie with a boddie!! LOL TTYL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well this was just great. Now Emily was all alone at a club. At least her company seemed nice. She was so focused on her divide and conquer tactics that she hadn’t even bothered to get to know them. Shawn was a rather attractive man, she had to admit. If he had an attraction to dead women, she could have a chance with him herself. But there was no way, so she let that thought of whimsy pass.
Sarah also seemed like a really nice girl. Maybe she could have a friend outside of work. “Well it seems mai friend had some business elsewhea. Looks like it’s just us now.” She smiled at their little threesome. “So where ya’ll work? Aim an assistant at a funeral home.”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 12, 2012 15:41:24 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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1
Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily smiled at the brunette’s compliment. “Oh this old thing? Ai got this foreva ago in Nawlins. That’s where aim frum. Nawlins. Moved hea not long ago. Luv this city. It’s always awake and teamin with action and life. Where yew from? Yew live in this city long?” Emily could talk anyone’s ear off. All she had to do was keep this brunette occupied. She hope the girl didn’t get mad and push the two intruders out of her way. She had seen fights over attractive men before. They could get quite catty. “Oh whea are my manners? Ma name is Emily.”
Janette smile at Shawn even wider and took a big gulp of her cocktail. She was about to answer his question when her phone vibrated in her back pocket. The girl checked her phone and seemed surprised at what was on the screen. “Excuse me. I have to take this.” Janette put the phone to her ear and headed toward the entrance, trying to find a quiet place to talk.
Emily wasn’t planning on Janette leaving the scene of action. She quickly widened the circle to let Shawn into the group. Didn’t want him to feel unwanted so he would wander away. “Mai friend shouldn’t be long. Really nice girl she is. Very funny.” Emily knew Janette just wanted attention and maybe a phone-number, but she would never be forgiven if she let this guy get away.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 11, 2012 14:55:02 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily watched her friend a few seconds to figure out how to dance. There didn’t seem to be any form to the dancing. It was just bumping and grinding. Emily had been trained in Waltz, Ballroom, and other classical styles. She even learned to swing-dance back in the 1920’s. But there was no form to this style, if you could even call it a style of dance. The beautiful zombie tried her best at it. She hoped she didn’t look too ridiculous.
Her friend, Janette, tapped her on the shoulder. “There’s that hott guy from earlier! We NEED to go talk to him.”
Emily was quickly dragged by the wrist toward the bar. It looked like the man was already engaged in a conversation with an attractive brunette. But that wouldn’t stop Janette from trying to sink her claws on the man. Time for Emily to break up a conversation.
“HI!!” Janette slipped her way inbetween the two and put her elbow on the bar. She did her best to show off her ample chest. The bigger girl gave her full attention to the silver-eyed man. “My name is Janette. Could I buy you a drink?”
Emily smiled at the Brunette as she tried to get her attention away from the man. “Ai just adore yur outfit! Whereva did you git it?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 10, 2012 16:49:46 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
210
1
Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily walked silently through the forest’s wasteland. She has been traveling nonstop for weeks, only stopping when she thought she heard people. After the disaster, she had headed south, traveling toward her hometown of New Orleans. She knew the chances of anyone surviving were slim to none, but she had to see it for herself. The undead girl made her way mostly on her own two feet. The bombs had destroyed mostly everything. In her journey she saw things she refused to think back on. Not only death, but what people are willing to do to survive. She learned quickly how to defend herself, with the bit of training she had done with Enders before the explosions. She wondered if he was still alive.
When she arrived in former New Orleans, her heart broke. Her city had not been attacked forthright, but the radiation had killed off most of the whole city. Few survived. Those who did had built bonkers and storage areas after hurricane Katrina. By the time Emily had arrived a civilization had been built in the rubble. In all, there were about thirty people of the 340,000 who resided in the Big Easy who lived. Emily stayed in New Orleans for almost a year. She gathered food, water, and other supplies from neighboring cities. It helped that she didn’t need any of these commodities to survive. Being dead has its perks. And its drawbacks.
Nature and survival had not been kind to Emily. Rain, sand, being struck by lightning, and other weather destroyed her skin. Maggots and even a wolf attack had made parts of her bone and muscle exposed to air. Emily found it necessary to cover her body fully and wear a mask. She truly looked like a zombie.
After being with the New New Orleaneans for quite some time, their leader decided they wanted to head East toward Florida’s larger cities. Emily followed them. She was an asset in finding supplies and fighting off animals and marauders. She was also very good at carrying supplies, her body never tiring from heavy loads.
The group had made it as far as Tallahassee before disaster struck. They were outnumbered and outgunned. The mutants they encountered were far too powerful. All of her friends were killed; Emily was stabbed through the heart. To survive, Emily stayed on the ground. To this day, Emily wonders if she should have continued fighting, to have died with her friends.
For two weeks, Emily stalked the murderous band and picked them off one by one. But their leader had been too powerful for her and was able to get away with a few of his followers. She had wanted to continue searching for him, but realized she needed to move on with her undead life.
Emily has spent the last few months heading back up north toward New York City. She carried a small pack of supplies, dried fruits and meats, along with first-aid equipment. Several weapons were hidden under her clothing. She stepped out of the perimeter of the dead forest and surveyed her surroundings. From the light of the moon, she was able to see that a small shack stood in the distance. The masked girl made her way to the building, hoping no one was pointing a gun in her direction.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Jul 10, 2012 16:05:52 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
210
1
Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily stood in the line to a local club. She wore a revealing top that showed off her collarbone. The blood-red shirt was short-sleeved and hugged tightly around her waist. She wore a pair of tight jeans and stylish black boots that went up to her ankles. The undead girl had met a co-worker here for a night of dancing. Emily had shared with her friend, a plump girl with short, brown hair, that she had never danced in New York yet. The girl was happy to take Emily out and show her favorite hotspots.
The two women had been waiting in line for about thirty minutes. The girl, Janette, kept apologizing for the long wait, but Emily wasn’t bothered by it at all. She took the time to look at the people around her. Everyone was dressed to impress and ready to socialize. A group of girls cut in front of the line. One seemed to know one of the bouncers very well. They were let in. Janette groaned, complaining of people getting special treatment. Soon after, a handsome, young man skipped the growing line. Janette didn’t complain this time. She whispered in Emily’s ear to try to get that guy’s attention once in the club.
After another fifteen minutes they were able to enter. Janette made a b-line to the bar. She ordered something fruity and strong and began to drink it intently. Emily ordered a beer. It was the easiest to pretend to drink. The two girls made their way to the dancefloor, both of them looking for the attractive man from before.
