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 Skydancer on Jan 9, 2013 13:46:37 GMT -6
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Skydancer listened attentively as the man spoke to her. It wasn't as if she was a stranger to living in cities or even in this particular city, she was just a stranger to that particular neighborhood. Still, it was good to meet another friendly face especially given the number of faces out there who weren't friendly towards someone who happened to be coloured purple. She may have found a pocket of acceptance in her circus family but unfortunately that didn't really extend to most of the rest of the world.
"Don't worry, I can more than take care of myself," Amber answered with a smile and a glint in her eye. "Its sort of one of the advantages of being a mutant, isn't it?" It wasn't that she enjoyed violence or committing harm upon others, but she was practical about it. If threatened she would act to defend herself and those around her. Not only that but her power, as much fun as she was sometimes able to have because of it, was dangerous. While she had never killed and hoped never to do so, she had hurt people with it and probably would be forced to do so again. It was dangerous and, more than that, it was potentially deadly if she let it be. In truth, she could cause a lot of death if she were the type to do so.
"Being a mutant really is a mixed blessing, isn't it?" Skydancer asked, snapping out of her reverie. "It can be amazing and empowering but it also puts us in a lot of danger and, depending on the mutant, can put a lot of other people in danger as well." She smiled apologetically, realizing this probably wasn't the place or time for such a discussion. Coming back to the city really had put her in a strange mood.
Skydancer hadn't meant to make the feathered deer mutant uncomfortable but she got the impression that she might have accidentally done just that. It wasn't that she didn't understand; she did, probably better than most. Only scant months ago she would have been profoundly uncomfortable if anyone had so much as commented on her unnatural purple skin, but a time with people who didn't care about such things had healed her mind and spirit in profound ways. She wasn't sure about the healing of others but she knew she had to at least show the kind of acceptance that had been shown her.
"Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?"
Well that was a question that probably should have had an obvious and immediate answer, but no such answer came to mind. "In truth, I'm not really looking for any sort of help. I've just moved into a new neighborhood and am trying to learn my way around. Your store caught my eye." Skydancer shrugged and smiled apologetically.
"Have you been in the neighborhood long? Are the natives, um, ok with mutants?" For the moment the store remained quiet and she wasn't sure when else she'd get the opportunity to ask such questions, except by hard first hand experience. Just because she had managed to find more acceptance in herself didn't mean those around her were likely to be any more accepting.
Posted by Skydancer on Jan 6, 2013 23:59:36 GMT -6
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Skydancer was of mixed views when it came to the fact that she was back in the city, away from her circus family. It had been a wonderful few months, traveling and performing in front of a crowd. It brought back memories of her earlier life as a gymnast, although the life of an acrobat was for more cynamatic than any gymnast she had ever known. At first it had been intimidating, the need to play to a crowd, but given time she had not only adapted to it but learned to love it. The months spent away from home had been wonderfully healing, not to mention how much good it had done in accepting the fact that she was, and would forever after be, a visible mutant. But it had also been exhausting and, now that she was back in the city, she realized just how badly she needed a break from it all. Luckily she had enough funds to last her months and she intended to make the best of it.
It came as a bit of a shock when Skydancer went looking for a place to stay, just how much tension was in the city. With her circus family, it was easy to forget that the outside world simply didn't have that easy acceptance of mutants. If anything, it seemed there was even more tension than she could remember from before she departed, though that could easily be chalked up to the fact that she had gotten used to simply being accepted and embraced for who and what she was any any deviation of that came as something of a shock to her system. Still, it hadn't taken her too long to find herself a small little one bedroom that was affordable and all her own. She had paid the landlord her month's rent and began to settle in immediately. There were still many things to do, buying proper furniture not the least of it, but it was a unique feeling of satisfaction knowing that she was now living on her own and able to support herself with the funds she had earned through her own efforts.
Having gotten a good start on settling, Skydancer decided that evening to go out and explore the neighborhood. Deermart was the first place to really catch her eye and, having nothing better to do, she opted to wander inside. What greeted her was an entirely unexpected sight. The store itself seemed relatively normal, as far as 24/7 stores went, but it was the man by the cash register that really caught her eye. He appeared to be some sort of hybrid between a deer, a bird and a man, complete with stunning feathers and fur.
In the past, Skydancer would have been too insecure to approach the mutant, still unsure of her own place in the world as the girl with the purple skin. With her newfound confidence, however, it wasn't nearly so much of a problem. Besides, she remembered acutely what it felt like to be the freak in the crowd. With a friendly smile she approached the counter. "I must say, and I hope you don't find this too strange, but I think you look quite fascinating."
Posted by Skydancer on Jan 6, 2013 12:25:20 GMT -6
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I've been looking to get Skydancer involved again. She's visibly purple and has just returned from the circus, newly confident in her visible mutant status. She's not the type to attempt a robbery, but is the type to attempt to stop one. She used to live at The Mansion but has no connections there currently. I can be up for just about anything, plotting is plotfull.
Posted by Skydancer on Jan 4, 2013 15:00:26 GMT -6
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The circus was the greatest time in Skydancer's relatively short life. For months she had diligently trained, adapting her gymnastic skills to those of an acrobat and then learning the ins and outs of such acrobatics. In the gym, she had found acceptance among the other circus freaks, an acceptance she hadn't found easily anywhere else. Shen she had finally been told she was ready to perform in front of a crowd, she had been purely ecstatic. First there was a trial run, a couple of local shows in the city and then, the best news of all, the invitation to travel with them during their summer and fall tour and how could she possibly say no to such an offer as that? In moments she had packed up and left everything else behind her, to find herself in the circus.
The months Skydancer had spent performing had been like a dream. She wasn't the only mutant in her little troupe, although there weren't many. But, in the circus, it wasn't something that seemed to matter. Her small group of performers had become like a second family to her and through them she had learned a confidence in herself that she never possessed before. Or rather, that she never possessed since discovering she was a mutant. They were a band of freaks, mutant and non-mutant alike and she had come to cherish them.
All things must come to an end, however, and thus Skydancer found herself back in the city. It was with a bit of melancholy but also a bit of hope that she exited the taxi and began walking in search of a place to stay. The Mansion might still be an option, she figured, but wasn't sure if it was quite the right place for her just then. Just at the moment she had enough money to last her a good 6 months, she figured, before having to worry about steady income and, for a while at least, she wanted to see about surviving on her own. Things were looking up in her world.
Posted by Skydancer on Jan 2, 2013 19:05:36 GMT -6
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Skydancer is returning from adventures with the travelling circus. Anyone interested in welcoming her back? Either in the city itself or in The Mansion?
Posted by Skydancer on Jun 26, 2012 22:09:44 GMT -6
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Even being on an island, there are still some potential concerns about how they'd prevent flying mutants from simply flying away. With very wealthy people running it, however, I doubt transporting mutants to the island would be too difficult.
Posted by Skydancer on Jun 25, 2012 22:23:44 GMT -6
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It was good, in a way, to hear that Sanctuary had the same sort of atmosphere as The Manison did. Skydancer had made several attempts to go see the place for herself but so far, for one reason or another, she hadn't quite made it there yet. Hopefully one day she would manage it, as it was still firmly upon her list of things to do.
"Its good that there are options for mutants. I spent a year living on the streets before coming here and I know a lot of mutants who have similar stories. Places like The Mansion and Sanctuary work to change that, I think." It was something she used to be ashamed of, but now it was just part of her past and who she was.
"You used to live around here," Skydancer asked. "I'm afraid I don't really know too many people. Between learning to defend myself and others, and training to become a circus acrobat, it doesn't leave much time for socialization."
Posted by Skydancer on Jun 25, 2012 22:15:16 GMT -6
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Once forced to come to a halt, Skydancer could see the exhaustion in the other woman's face, a mirror of her own. She nodded in affirmation of her decision to stay and fight by her side, grateful but unable to spare the oxygen needed for words. Every ounce of remaining energy was going to be needed to get out of this situation alive and even that might not be enough. Probably would not be enough, in fact. She knew, if forced to, she could do a lot of damage to a lot of people, but a mob made up of dozens? Even with the assistance of another mutant? It didn't take a brain surgeon to see how hopeless the situation was.
..."His eyes…they were glowing. I think…I dunno, I think he’s controlling them something.”
"A mutant. That explains a lot." Skydancer studied the mob all the more carefully, trying to spot the man her only ally had mentioned. They were coming up so fast, there just wasn't enough time for anything. How was she supposed to pick out a single mutant among a horde of angry humans when the horde just wouldn't stop? They kept coming and coming, until the were mere moments out of the range of her tubes. Compared to the two of them, the raving pack of humans didn't even look winded, not like they should have.
That's when Skydancer spotted him. He was a man of moderate height and build, grinning in a rather psychotic fashion. It wasn't the grin that gave him away, however, but the district golden shine to his eyes, a shine that wasn't natural among humans. It couldn't quite be called glowing, but when the sun caught it a certain way, the golden hue seemed to jump out.
"I've got him," Skydancer stated, her eyes fixed directly upon the eyes of the offending mutant. Try to kill her and her fellow mutant by enslaving the wills of all the humans around him? He would suffer for that. Whether or not she survived the encounter, she would ensure that he suffered just as much, if not more, than he had made the two of them suffer. Then the mob was upon them.
Posted by Skydancer on Jun 25, 2012 21:59:18 GMT -6
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Skydancer knew all about the need for concentration when dealing in one's personal art of choice. Some might have argued that neither gymnastics nor acrobatics was proper art, but she disagreed entirely. If the nature of the project and the medium was different, it was still art. When she was performing, it was her body that was the paint and the rings and bars that were the paper. She also knew what it was like to constantly strive to be better.
"I'm sorry to hear about your parents." Skydancer found it unfortunate just how many mutants had to grow up in such families. Maybe it wasn't so bad if one didn't turn out to be a mutant themselves, but it nevertheless sucked. She hadn't appreciated just how fortunate she had been to have mutant friendly parents growing up until she had discovered that she was a mutant and actually been forced into the world. It was a disturbingly common thing, from what she could tell.
Amber allowed the boy to complete the rest of the drawing in silence, watching was the image slowly manifested itself on the page. It was a good talent to have. "Are you sure you're willing to give your work up? I do like it a lot though." Some artists were a bit strange about hanging onto their work, from what she had learned.
Posted by Skydancer on Jun 22, 2012 23:04:34 GMT -6
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There were many things Skydancer liked about the Mansion. There was the fact that she got free room and board, of course and, given that the circus still wasn't paying her much as she was still learning the ropes, was more than a little appreciated. Then there was the fact that at the Mansion, she didn't feel like a freak. Although she had begun to learn to accept herself as she was and make a new life for herself, she still couldn't help the feeling of constantly being on display when out in the world. One of the things she liked the most, however, was the fact that the kitchen was always stocked full of food.
This particular night, it was late and, because it was late, there weren't many people around. The first thing Skydancer did was take a few iron pills, which she found to be the easiest way to consume the substance. Second, she made herself a glass of salt which which, while utterly disgusting, allowed her to not become horribly ill. Those were some of the drawbacks of being a mutant, it seemed, and she had gotten used to them. Besides, there could be far worse things in life than having to take iron pills and drink salt water.
Once her necessary unpleasant medicine was done with for the night, Skydancer went in search of ingredients for a sandwich. Sandwiches were both simple and nutritious, not to mention far more appetizing than salt water.
