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 Jun 4, 2012 15:33:15 GMT -6
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Skydancer was instantly struck by just how different the place was that she ended up in when compared to New York. The very air smelled different, clean and crisp as compared to the polluted smog of the big city. She couldn't remember ever having scented air that was so pure and wonderful.
Then there were the sounds around them. Gone were the cars, buses and construction of the city only to be replaced by the gentle waves of the sea. The song of the birds all around them was positively enchanting and Skydancer couldn't help but smile. Having lived in a city all her life, it was hard to imagine that such a perfect little paradise even existed.
Or course, there was the fact that the three red giants had somehow more than doubled, that fact was a little disconcerting but she didn't think that was the portal man's doing. Or at least, if it was the portal man's doing she didn't think he meant anything malicious by it. If this was meant to be a trap, it certainly was a strange choice of prisons.
Although Skydancer wasn't in any particular need of protection, she appreciated the gallant gesture from Aedus all the same. "I'm afraid I don't have many answers to offer," Skydancer replied with a touch of confusion in her voice. 'Lovely flower' wasn't something she could recall ever being called before. It was...interesting. "I think this is supposed to be some sort of paradise island for mutants." It sure looked like a paradise anyway and their little group meant there were no shortage of mutants around.
Posted by Skydancer on Jun 4, 2012 15:14:05 GMT -6
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"If you have lived on the street then you should know that there are morre pertinent things that may damage our lungs or our body than a little smoke."
Skydancer shrugged. "I didn't always live in the streets. I'm an athlete and as an athlete I could never justify putting smoke into my body." In truth, however, she understood how living in the streets could bring someone to rely upon crutches like cigarettes. Really, it wasn't even the worst of the crutches out there and people with much more comfortable lives than mutants relegated to homelessness succumbed to that particular vice. In a way, her athletics were her addiction in a way that was just as real as those who smoked.
"I think we both know that there is only one question that matters here. Why did you follow me and what do you plan to do about it?"
A second shrug, this one much more unsure than the last. "In truth, I'm not entirely certain." She laughed nervously, beginning to wonder at her own sanity. Was it really her responsibility to help homeless mutants? Maybe not, but it at least felt like the right thing to do and where would she have been if not for the help of a couple of sympathetic strangers? With that thought in mind, she forged ahead.
"I guess I just wanted to see if I could help. Because I've been there before and I know how much it sucks. There's a place, though, that took me in and it was only because of a sympathetic stranger that I'm no longer on the streets. It only seemed fair that you be offered the same opportunity." Yes, it did sound a little off when she said it like that but that didn't make it any less true.
Posted by Skydancer on Jun 4, 2012 13:28:00 GMT -6
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It was difficult for Skydancer to feel sorry for the bigoted humans or to feel the least bit of sympathy. So what if they were scared, they should be scared. They should be scared that their irrational hatred would one day cause something regretful to happen to them because there were mutants out there who were not so forgiving as the three of them. There were mutants out there who would maim or kill for their actions and it was difficult, sometimes, to believe such actions to be definitively wrong. If they weren't willing to change on their own, perhaps something needed to be done to force change.
At least the bigots left at Kitra's urging and, if she didn't know any better, Skydancer might have almost been inclined to think that one of them actually did feel real regret and not just because he was afraid of them. She wanted to believe that it was true, that it really was possible to change minds without resorting to grotesque violence, but the cynical part of her couldn't quite accept her. Well, perhaps time would tell if lasting changes could actually be created. Or perhaps Aura was right and there was a war coming between mutants and humans that couldn't' be stopped no matter what.
"I wish they would just leave us alone," Skydancer agreed with Kitra. The tension of the situation slowly left her body and she began to relax again. "It really isn't fair and I don't think they even realize what its like for some of us. I wish there was some way to show them." She shook her head, acutely feeling the futility of the situation. "Leaving here is probably a good idea I guess, but you're both welcome to come."
Posted by Skydancer on Jun 4, 2012 12:55:43 GMT -6
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Skydancer knew a little something about the sort of violent person Aura was, but even so it was rather chilling to hear her discuss her deeds with such blandness. What must have happened in her past to give her such a callous view of life and death? She certainly couldn't be much older than Skydancer her self was, and yet it was clear that her mind had been scarred in ways she could only imagine. It was never easy being a mutant, but she had a feeling Aura's experiences were even more tryng than most.
"Its a good feeling to have friends." Skydancer's voice was a bit said when she spoke. While she didn't regret her childhood, sometimes she felt as if she had missed out on some important thing, that innocence and carefree attitude that so many children seemed to have. Perhaps her childhood had been somewhat innocent, but it had certainly never been carefree. A proper childhood was something she never really got to experience, at least not in the way most people did.
Skydancer nodded her agreement and got up out of her seat. She adjusted her wig slightly before she was ready to follow. "I'm afraid hair is one of those things I can't offer much advice on," she commented with an easy smile, seeing Aura struggle with hers. "I guess I've never had time to learn the more feminine skills."
Posted by Skydancer on Jun 3, 2012 13:13:25 GMT -6
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When people who looked pretty and normal, like normal people should look, made fun of her purple skin, it made Devyn depressed and unhappy. It wasn't her fault that she had become some sort of purple freak so why did people insist on making her feel so bad because of it? Besides, it wasn't like they were pointing out some grand discovery that she wasn't aware of; she knew better than they that she now had purple skin because she was the one who had to live with it every single day. She found it wasn't nearly so bad, somehow, when someone else who was one of the freaks commented on it, however. It was almost like they were in some sort of secret club or something that only the strange ones could be a part of.
"Well, I might be purple but I'm pretty sure I haven't eaten any people recently." Devyn giggled along with her new friend Hank. In a weird way, it was easier to make new friends now because they were both in a super secret club of freaks and so of course they had to be friends, right? When she thought of it that way, it almost wasn't so bad being stared at wherever she went because now she wasn't the only one with that problem.
Noticing her new friend's distraction, Devyn turned around and tried to peer out at what was going on. At first all she spotted was the man, but then she noticed the girl running as well. "Hey, I think that's Gina!" Much like her and Hank, it was kind of hard to miss Gina, with her grey skin and wings. Yup, she was part of the super secret club as well. Though now that she thought about it, maybe the club couldn't be so secret with them all sticking out so obviously all the time.
"I hope she's not in trouble." Devy frowned, turning back to Hank as Gina disappeared from her line of vision. "Do you think maybe we should try to find her? To make sure? I don't think she's used to being out on her own. And, we're both in a strange city away from friends and family." A surge of emotion welled up inside of her as she thought of her family back home and whether or not she would ever see them again. She didn't cry because future Olympians didn't cry, but it was a closer thing than she would have admitted.
Posted by Skydancer on Jun 1, 2012 15:44:47 GMT -6
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Skydancer noted the way the mutant turned half away from her, the smoke billowing around his form. She suspected that might have something to do with his power, though she couldn't be certain. As for trying to obscure his face, she couldn't really blame him for that. She remembered all too well her time on the streets and the things she had been forced to do to survive. Stealing was the least of it; she had also hurt people. It wasn't something she was proud of, but she wasn't ashamed of a justified act either.
"Ha! I dont suppose you meant my utter lack of stealth, or maybe my poor choice in a target for robbery."
Skydancer chuckled back with a slight cringe. She also remembered what it was like not being the most subtle of thieves. Her own power didn't help much when it came to taking things quietly and as a result she had more than one bad memory of almost getting caught. It was a very good thing she no longer had to steal to survive because, in truth, she really wasn't much of a thief.
"Back when I had to steal, stealth wasn't my greatest talent either." Skydancer didn't make any hostile moves and tried to keep her voice casual and light. Her tubes she wrapped loosely around herself, keeping them outside of her skin. This was a new sort of experience for her, speaking to a mutant who might be in need of assistance after catching him stealing, but it felt like the right thing to do. This was a good act she was trying to achieve.
"I'm afraid I don't smoke," Skydancer replied. "Its not good for my lungs." Ok, so maybe a statement that might be taken as scolding wasn't the best way to go about things, but it wasn't like that was the way she really meant it anyway.
Posted by Skydancer on Jun 1, 2012 14:52:06 GMT -6
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Skydancer walked into the giant gymnasium for the first of what she hoped to be many times. Entering a gym wasn't something she was a stranger too, having spent the majority of her childhood in such places. Entering a gym since becoming a mutant and for the purposes of joining the circus, however, was. She wore light gym shorts and a tee shirt because a gym was no place to play dress-up. For once she didn't have her now common blond wig instead opting to remain bald. Wigs were simply not very useful at the gym.
Around Skydancer she could see several other athletes practising their trade and if she hadn't spent half her life becoming a master gymnast, it might have been much more breathtaking. Hell, for that matter it was still rather breathtaking as an acrobat attempting things that even a gymnast would shy away from. There was a difference between acrobatics and gymnastics, as the latter had a much more crowd inspiring appeal, a sense of showmanship that she never encounter in the former.
Skydancer sat herself down upon a bench near a wall, her gym bag beside her. She was supposed to meet someone who as going to help her train, to see if she was actually cut out for the circus. This was the thing that would give her life no meaning, a new direction after she had lost her reason for living upon being restricted from her Olympic dreams. No matter what, this was not something she was going to fail.
Posted by Skydancer on Jun 1, 2012 13:54:42 GMT -6
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After some deliberation, Skydancer decided that getting a drink was worth the risk of dealing with some idiot in the gas station. Besides, it wasn't as if everyone hated mutants and she didn't want to be the type to judge humans the same way so many humans insisted upon judging mutants. Thus, unless someone actually did or said something against her, she vowed to go in with a positive attitude. Sometimes a smile and a warm word could go a surprisingly long way.
It was a relatively simple matter of balancing herself upon her tubes and lowering herself to the ground. Once back upon the earth, Skydancer retracted her tubes back into her skin and stood for a minute while her skin healed itself over. As far as she knew, it wasn't even possible for her to scar so her skin was always perfect and smooth.
Skydancer opened the door of the gas station and walked in. She wore a long coat and her usual wig, thus those who weren't specifically watching her wouldn't necessarily immediately notice she was a mutant. It was a small thing, but something she found made her life a lot easier. The place was relatively quiet and there didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary going on. She walked over to the cooler, picked up a bottle of juice, and made her way to the front of the store in order to pay.
" Stop! Thief! Harold come out here!"
So much for nothing out of the ordinary. It didn't take Skydancer long to figure out what was going on. Before she could even think to react, however, the gas station attendant took out a shotgun and fired at the man who, miraculously, turned into a what appeared to be smoke and the bullet passed through him without harm. A mutant forced to steal in order to survive. Probably he was forced to live on the streets too, and she knew all too well what that was like.
With a disdainful look in the direction of the shotgun wielding fiend, a tube emerged from Skydancer's chest and casually slammed itself into the gun, causing it to clatter to the ground. A second attack at the offending instrument sent the spike into the gun, rendering it broken and inoperable. That done and despite the disbelieving looks of the people who remained, she ran out of the establishment, looking for the smoke man. She spotted him a moment later, smoking casually at the top of the apartment building she had inhabited herself, only minutes before. Sending out a second tube, she grabbed hold of a fire escape ladder and vaulted right to the top of the building.
Posted by Skydancer on Jun 1, 2012 12:44:55 GMT -6
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It was bizarre just how persistent the mob happened to be, almost as if something or someone was compelling them forward. Skydancer had plenty of experience with those types of people who didn't particularly care for mutants, but she had never known them to get so out of control before and especially not when it was so evident the kind of physical damage she and the bug woman could do. Now was not the time to dwell on the unusual actions of the mob, however, now was the time to try and escape with her life.
The problem with the area they were currently in was that there didn't seem to be any sufficiently low ladders or bars for Skydancer to grab onto with her tubes. For that matter, she'd be satisfied with a second story barred balcony, but even that was depressingly absent. Was it too much to ask to actually get out of this situation with her skin intact?
“I’ll fly up there and lower the ladder for you. The second you get up there, I’ll pull it up. That should at least give us time to get to the top, okay?”
That was exactly what Skydancer was hoping to hear. A moment later, she spotted the ladder the bug mutant must have spotted, just out of the range of her tubes. She nodded, reserving her breath for the actual important task of breathing. Usually she was quite satisfied to be able to run rooftops and swing on her tubes, but it was days like this that she wished she wasn't tethered to the solid land as she was.
As the winged woman took to the skies, Skydancer stood there anxiously, tubes out. She could hear the mob yelling for their blood and knew that with every second that passed, they were getting closer. Her head turned rapidly, glancing between her one ally in this nightmare encounter and back again.
Almost at the exact moment the mob entered the alley, her fellow mutant managed to lower the ladder. Not spending useless effort thinking about it, Skydancer raised a tube to the bottom wrong, wrapped it around and lifted herself from the ground. A second tube brought her up even higher and, because she didn't release her grip on the first rung of the ladder, she raised it back up so the mob couldn't follow. Before she knew it, she was five or six stories above the angry crowd down below on the relative safety of an apartment rooftop.
