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 Apr 22, 2012 20:52:15 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily stood quietly among the throng of people. She was going to get on a subway train even if it killed her. They made her feel claustrophobic. Being underground in a box, even if the box had lights and moved through tunnels, reminded her too much of burial. But subway travel was practical and economical. It was a part of New York and Emily was a New Yorker now. There really wasn’t anything to fear. Even if a car broke down, it would be found, right? It wouldn’t be trapped down there for days until a band of mutated, underground rodents or gators found them, right?
She noticed a fly buzzing around her head, bringing her back to reality. Had she been forgetting to blink? She must always remember to blink in public. It frightened people if she didn’t. Emily snatched the fly from the air and ended its life. Over the decades she had gotten quite good at catching flies. Flies led to maggots. Emily did not want maggots eating her, so she developed the fly catching reflexes of a frog. She hoped no one noticed her murder, but she was pretty confident no one did. She had learned city folk barely noticed the world going on around them.
Now which way to the track? She had been standing near a food stall. Emily wondered what a hotdog tasted like. She had never gotten the chance to try one and so many people ate them here. Everyone in the line seemed very moody, ragged. Had these people aged since she last looked? Emily had watched people age. It seemed one day they were young and hopeful, then the next they were old and wishing they never aged, envying Emily for her immortality. Were these people aging or was it her imagination? It wasn’t so much their appearance; it was how they held themselves. Was someone stealing their youth? She imagined a mutant that kept himself young by stealing the youth of others. She searched the crowd, imagining a young, dashing lawyer type sucking youth from the group around her.
No one caught her eye. Oh well. What would she have done if she found the guy? Tackle him down to stop his robbery? Emily pursed her lips in frustration and began to walk toward the track, not noticing her purse drop to the floor as she strolled through the crowd.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Apr 21, 2012 23:15:51 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
I'm also really trying to find someone to teach Emily how to fight. I had a thread working on it, but my trainer went missing. I might write up a thread and just post it as open.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Apr 19, 2012 23:58:08 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
210
1
Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
It would be fun to rp with you. Emily does not age, so I believe she wouldn't feel the effects of your mutation. The decomposition part would scare her to bits, even if she's too big. I don't know where we could bump into each other though. Waiting in a long line somewhere or stranded in a broken subway train. Everyone else is feeling tired and brittle while Emily is perfectly fine. They strike up a conversation.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Apr 19, 2012 23:44:44 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
I am looking for some people to thread with. I know it seems I've been gone for a while, but I'm here and ready to write! I am open to any ideas, any situations, any combinations.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Mar 7, 2012 19:49:44 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
210
1
Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
The undead girl stood in the kitchen with two others very much like her. Sebastian seemed to be the oldest of the three, centuries old. He could change his age. That explained his immortality, but could he be killed? It was a morbid thought, but it still popped up in her head. She wouldn’t dare ask him though. The oldest looking man was the youngest. She wondered the extent of his gift.
How interesting. What had brought all of them together? Was it destiny? Emily pictured herself sitting with these two men hundreds of years from now talking about “the old days.” She felt a bond with these men suddenly. What had they witnessed? What had they lived through? Emily hoped that she would be friends, close companions, with at least one of these men for the rest of her existence. It would be her only constant, with so many she knew already gone or aging until they were gone. Emily decided she would try to stay on these men’s good side and hopefully develop a bond with one of them, hopefully both.
“My soul is still in my body, though I was murdered a week before my eighteenth birthday. I don’t age, but I can’t heal.” She removed her scarf to reveal her mutilated neck. Her head had been removed twice now. With a little putty and makeup, a mortician could cover up the wound so it wasn’t even visible. But Emily couldn’t do that; otherwise she could not turn or bend her neck. The stitching was precise and minuscule. But there was only so much stitches could do, her skin being jagged from saw-blade teeth. “I have these horrible scars from when my head was removed, twice, and I was wondering if there was anything you could do about them.”
Emily didn’t know how her cells worked. Her muscles moved her around, but did not tire from fatigue. She must be burning energy, but obviously not because she didn’t need to consume calories. How could she possibly be existing? Could her cells bind and heal? She didn’t believe so, but it was worth a try.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Mar 5, 2012 23:44:33 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
210
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Emily smiled at Warren. She was enjoying his company. They would have to meet again. Lunch sounded nice. “ Jusqu'à ce que nous rencontrons encore, monsieur. Bon au revoir.” This had been a very pleasant evening.
“I will do my best to try to call you on this phone. I may even try this “text message” that you spoke of. I would love to go to lunch with you. Or a movie.”
Emily was really starting to enjoy her life in New York. She was beginning to make friends and find her way around. The undead girl was slowly becoming use to the twenty-first century. She decided to repeat her French in English. “Until we meet again, sir. Good bye. She gave a slight curtsy and vanished into the trees.
Posted by Emily Leveau on Feb 25, 2012 23:53:04 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Sept 2, 2015 18:17:10 GMT -6
Did Emily hear him right? Apparently, Sebastian had been alive for centuries. That’s more than two or more centuries. Emily was almost to her second century. Almost. “When I was a child, we had an espresso machine from France. Just invented too, early 1820’s. I remember my father’s wife fussing over the new contraption, even if she never brewed it herself. The slaves did that work. Back then, you had to put it over the fire to put steam through it. Good times. Now they have these things. I’ve been in the bayou since the 1950’s so they’re new to me too.”
Emily wondered how old the unicorn man was. She hoped that the other man was a mutant. It would make the idea of immortals more normal, she thought.
Strangely, Emily was not surprised by Sebasian’s age. He was a unicorn healer after all. “I heard you were a healer, Mr. Csendes. Can you heal the dead?”
