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 Jun 25, 2012 11:31:38 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily put on her gloves and faced Joseph , ready to attack. This was it. She had to prove to Joe that training her was not in vain. She began with punches, lead hand and rear hand. She put all her strength into each punch, but Joe barely even blinked. At least that’s what Emily noticed. She followed with a front kick. She had done this a thousand times, but Emily felt Joe was not impressed. She had to stop thinking so much.
Emily pulled back and took a second to collect herself. Focus was something Emily was very good at, she just had to reach it. There. No thought. Just do.
The zombie attacked the marine with a flurry of movements. Lead hand punch, rear hand punch, front kick, vertical elbow strike, horizontal elbow strike, palm chin head strike, hammer fist, lead knife hand, reverse knife hand, hook, uppercut, side kick, armbar. She did this with no sound, no grunts or ‘hiyays.’ Not even an exhale of breath. It was just skin hitting glove. Emily liked the silence.
She continued her routine until Joe ordered her to stop. Emily could go on forever.
Posted by Emily Leveau on May 27, 2012 16:35:10 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
It had been over three months since Joseph and Emily had started training. That drunken night in the bar was a distant memory. Emily wore a clingy tank top and shorts that didn’t leave much for the imagination. She had tried to fight in more modest clothing, but found it was quite cumbersome. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and swung freely behind her back.
The undead girl stood quietly in the corner of the gym stretching. Her nose easily touched her knees as she reached down to touch her toes. She planted her hands flat on the ground as her legs stayed straight. The benefit of being dead meant she could become flexible much faster than a live person. In a few minutes she would wrap her arms with tape bandage to prevent them from being ripped off. Joseph had accidently injured her at least five times in the arm area. He had ripped her left one clean off one time. She didn’t want that to happen again.
Emily heard some snickering behind her. Boys were staring again. They left her alone because they knew who would be arriving soon. They had tried giving her a hard time before but Joseph put an end to that quick. She hoped he would be arriving soon.
Posted by Emily Leveau on May 15, 2012 12:54:54 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Skydancer, yes Emily can be knocked unconscience. In the future I see her looking for survivors in remote parts of the United States, but since we are keeping this local, I shall stick to New York. I don't know is this question has been asked, but will the nuclear radiation have any effect on different species. Example: Little turtles become human-turtle creatures that fight crime like ninjas and can speak!
Posted by Emily Leveau on May 14, 2012 21:40:49 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily wasn’t sure when it happened. It might have been that misplaced punch or that overzealous grab, but the stitches in her arm had come undone in the front of her right arm, exposing her undead muscle underneath. Then the other girl probably kicked it or she twisted the wrong way during a grab. Emily’s arm snapped where the bone was glued together.
Emily backed off. Her arm hung by the little amount of skin sewn together close to the armpit. She held her arm so more of the stitches didn’t come out. “Oh no!”
Emily had forgotten. That was why she had never learned to fight before. Her arms were fragile and easily broken. She looked at the girl, hoping she wouldn’t attack her during her vulnerable state.
Out of fear of being noticed, Emily ran out of the gym. She didn't want the attention.
Posted by Emily Leveau on May 11, 2012 22:36:51 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
210
1
Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Sorry I havn't been around the past week. I had a surprise trip to New Orleans with the hubby and we just got back. After learning more about New Orleans I may have to change my character a little, haha. But I'm back, but I have to work doubles all weekend so I probably won't post till Monday. Sorry for the delay.
Posted by Emily Leveau on May 1, 2012 11:51:39 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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1
Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily went into an attack stance. “Aiv never haid train’n either. Don’t be afraid tew hert me. Aim dead, so ai feel nuthin. I’ll be the attacker ferst.” She felt there was no reason to hide her mutation in this situation. It was apparent Emily wasn’t normal. She wasn’t sweating or breathing heavily. And with all the moving around her perfume was pretty much gone. If the woman had a problem with mutants, then she would leave or say mean things and that was that.
When the woman was ready, she attacked. At first, Emily held back. When the girl got the swing of working with a partner, Emily went full force. An attacker wouldn’t hold back, neither would Emily. She hoped the woman wouldn’t tire too quickly. If she did, Emily would stop. The woman looked tough, so she may not say she was too weak to fight anymore, not knowing that Emily never tired.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Apr 30, 2012 14:30:28 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Mansion. Emily had been there once for a few minutes. There was a Valentine auction, but she had to leave before she was able to meet anyone. It seemed like a very nice place for mutants to be together. Emily suddenly noticed that Darcy had a slight grey tint to her skin. She wondered what her mutation was. “So yer a mutant? Som ai. Aim dead. Ai guess yew can call me a zombie.”
Well Emily was glad to have that out in the open. “Ai mewvd tew New York afta mai friend paised away. Ai had never met mewtants before and the city es full of them. Sew ai stayed. So wai yew en the city?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Apr 28, 2012 11:49:30 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily went over as many of the combinations she could by herself. She did them silently. The instructor mentioned that yelling, grunting, or even ‘hi-ya!’ would put more strength into your attack. Hogwash. Emily believed if she concentrated and stayed silent her attacks would be stronger. Also, yelling seemed silly.
Emily looked over at the other woman who decided to stay behind. “Pordon me, but would yew be interested in sparrin’ wid me?”
((ooc: We don’t have to go into detail with the fighting. Maybe two posts, then we go get wheat shots and protein smoothies from the food area. Or hit the showers.))
Posted by Emily Leveau on Apr 26, 2012 22:38:46 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily smiled to herself. That had been an informative class. The undead girl had decided to join a gym. Not to get in shape, because her body couldn’t change, but to take the classes. Yoga, Pilates, jazzercise, and kickboxing were all classes she enjoyed to take. There was a guest instructor who was going to teach self-defense for one day. Kickboxing was more of a cardio workout than any real fighting instruction, so Emily decided to take the course.
And boy, was it an intense class. The instructor worked the women as hard as they could be pushed. This wasn’t a kick-him-in-the-crotch-and-run-away class. It was a beat-him-to-the-point-he-will-never-hurt another woman class. They had practiced flips, kicks, jabs, throws, and several combinations. At the end, all of the women were exhausted. Sweat covered their brows and their breathing came in heaves, but not Emily. The undead girl could do this all day.
As the other women filed out of the classroom to shower or get in some strength training, Emily decided to stay behind and practice what she had just learned. If she could help it, no one would cut off her head again.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Apr 26, 2012 21:22:49 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Darcy had a firm handshake. Emily respected that. Her nerves were feeling better. This really wasn’t so bad. If she focused on what was going on in the car she wouldn’t have to think about the darkness all around her, waiting to bury her in an avalanche of dirt and asphalt.
“Ai ‘oneslty have no idea. My plan wus to git on a car and travel three stops. Ai didn’t care where they was headed.” Emily turned away. Now that she had gotten her purse back she didn’t really plan on talking to the woman anymore. What would they talk about anyway? How Emily worked at a mortuary? How her head was cut off by a crazed doctor?
But with the silence came thoughts: thoughts of burial, thoughts of being in the dark, unable to claw her way out of the grave. She turned back to the brunette. “Es that en accent ai hea? Where you frum? Are you new to New York?”
Posted by Emily Leveau on Apr 24, 2012 17:38:06 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
“Tarnation! No, ai am not awrite! Dis hea contraption is mewvin way too fast! Ets crowded. Aim do’n everything not to squall at the top of mai lungs!” Emily loosened her grip slightly from the poll. She had just been taken by surprise from the wave of people, then the realization that she was underground in a coffin shaped(ish) object did not bode well with the Southern Belle. But after her outburst, she was beginning to feel a little better.
“Mai apologies. Aim jest a little claustrophobic, is all. Thank ya kindly fo gett’n mai purse.” She reached out and reclaimed her handbag. The she extended her hand for the good Samaritan to shake. “Mai name es Emily. Aim a little new to New York and felt ai should try the subway. Now that aim on un, ai don think it was a bad idea.” Emily forced a nervous laugh. Next time, she would pick a less busy time to ride.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Apr 24, 2012 1:20:49 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
210
1
Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily was focused on the task at hand. She was going to get on that subway car. She was going to sit down and stare at her phone, pretending to know how to use it. Then she would get off the subway car after it stopped three times. Then she would be one step closer to being a real New Yorker. Yes, this is what she was going to do. She was going to get on that subway car. She was going to-
Someone tapped her shoulder. Emily whirled around. Who communicates with strangers on the subway? In front of her stood a woman slightly taller than herself. The woman seemed to have her purse. When had she dropped it? “Oh!” That’s all she was able to say before she was forced into the subway car by a group of people, ready to be home.
Emily was on a subway car. Emily was not ready to be on a subway car. She pushed through the crowd trying to make her way back to the door. It shut right as she got there. She banged on the doors furiously. She almost tripped as the car began to move. This vehicle started up so much faster than a train did. She needed to sit down. Emily turned around, frantically looking for an open seat. None. If the undead girl could breath, she would be hyperventilating. She grabbed the poll next to her to steady herself.
Ok, she didn’t need to sit. She could stare at her phone standing up. Emily suddenly remembered the woman with the curly hair. That woman had her purse. She looked around the car again, hoping that the woman had also gotten on the same fast moving death trap.