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.
The Goddess looked up from signing the picture, and her almond-shaped eyes narrowed as she looked at the beaming face. He looked familiar. Mahadevi had a good memory for faces, it came with being a deity - remembering them gave the worshippers the illusion of personal importance. Everyone wants to believe the divine takes time to deal with their unique problems.
Raising a hand she gracefully waved back, motioning to the young man to step closer. Apart from the goofy grin, he was kind of cute... ... oh.
Now she remembered. It's was the cute mortal who refused her love.
Setting the cocktail down on the table, she graced him with a smile.
>>“I am glad you agree. It is truly a pleasure to simply relax and not worry about what is expected of you. I think that while being worshiped certainly has its advantages, it can be very limiting, ever since I found myself within this flesh. I have been reluctant to simply sit and have my fingers kissed, I want to be free to roam the world and affect change in it with my hands and, lips.’ He raised one of her many hands and kissed it gently.”
Deities usually did not think like that. Not the ones she knew of, anyway, and certainly not herself, or at least, not until now. It intrigued the Goddess, even more than the view from their room.
>> “With the majority of my being spread throughout the world I doubt there is little to worry about as far as love and desire are concerned, the mortal heart is made for the pair.”
"You clearly are divine" she observed with a smile, still looking at the view "Yet you talk like a mortal. Is that one of your mysteries, Kamadeva? Do you wish to be mortal, rather than a god?"
The man's screams were very satisfying. Kali admired her work for a moment before she stepped back to him, yanking the sword out of his arm and shipping the blood off in a neat arc. He was not dangerous anymore. Pain and blood loss were going to do the rest.
Two men were still trying to get weapons for themselves. Kali had time. She turned to the other fighter, yelling his comrade's name, and her arms snapped to attention.
"Bow before the Goddess" she commanded him in a deep voice that resonated among the walls of the arena "Sumbit to Kali and she will grant you your life."
It was all part of the show, of course. Goddesses did not have the right to grant lives in this world. Roaches did.
The goddess' eyes flashed, half with surprise, half with irritation. Did he just...
>>"Do you truly view yourself as such an important being that you're entitled to know the deepest secrets of everyone you meet because the people in your country told you that your a deity? And because you view yourself as a deity, everything life changing event that has torn a person from the inside out is trivial to you?"
... he did.
>>"You were raised in an environment in which you've never lost anything, so let me paint a picture for you so you understand what the real world is like. Power comes with a price, and in every case the price is too high to pay. Some people, like myself, lose everything to the price that they had to pay for the power they never wanted in the first place, while others, like most tyrants, force everyone around them to pay the price of their power for them so they can live in luxury."
The artist had clearly lost his mind. One was never supposed to talk to a woman like that, let alone to a goddess. Mahadevi bit her lips as she started putting on her robes. She was not staying in this shop a minute longer, legendary art or not. Talented people abound in New York City, she did not need to endure being insulted.
>>"And before you think your different, think again! I can see the price that you had to pay already, and that was your free will... and you paid for it so long ago that you don't even know that you've lost it. Sure, you're position lets you live in wealth and has people idolize you, but I'm guessing that not once were you ever allowed to choose to do something that you wanted to do. You're forced to be a goddess even if you didn't want to be... and the moment you stop acting like a goddess they'll toss you out like a leper! Another thing is that no government allows someone else have as much power as you have unless they can profit from it. Do people have to pay money or make an offering in order to even catch a glimpse of you? How much of those offerings are being pocketed by the government or your loyal priests I wonder. And you're pocketing some of it too in the form of expensive clothing, jewels, and exotic foods."
The words stung, somewhere deep, but Mahadevi decided to ignore them. The poor man was out of his right mind. Clearly hurt. She was starting to see what being persecuted for being gifted did to people. It was not a nice thought. She felt anger mixed with pity.
>> "If you can prove to me that this isn't the case, then I'll take it all back and you'll get that idol you want for free. Otherwise, get out."
The goddess finished putting on her robes, and the scared-looking servant was already opening the door.
"I..." declared Mahadevi, pulling herself up to her full height "... have never been insulted like that in my life."
She wondered if she should curse him, or smithe him. He clearly deserved it. Or, maybe, she could embrace being in America, and she could sue him. She wondered how that worked. Mahadevi marched to the door of the workshop, but torned back to look at the artist one more.
"But I forgive you. You do not know what you speak of. You like in a place where your gift is frowned upon. That is punishment in itself. I wish you everything you wish for yourself, artist."
The human creatures called "nerds" still baffled the Indian goddess. She had seen quite a lot of them since she had arrived in New York City. Apparently, the way they explained it to ther, Bollywood movies were popular in "nerd" circles. She had certainly experienced that, since most of the people who came to worship her for her acts on screen rather than for her divinity were of this peculiar persuasion. Her attendance insisted that her presence at some of these "conventions" was useful for her image as a goddess. Even though she highly doubted that, she had never questioned their advice in her life, so here she was, dressed in one of her movie screen attires, more flashy than elegant, enjoying the admiration of the crowd. They had erected a small pavilion for her where she could sit on pillows, and the "fans" lined up, just like worshippers in her temples, to present their requests, respects, and photos to sign. One hand lifted the cocktail she had been provided to the perfect lips, while another signed her name on a picture from one of ther movies. A third hand waved at the crowd as she could see cameras flash in the background. It was far from religious worship, and yet so similar.
Posted by Mahadevi on Sept 18, 2012 14:16:21 GMT -6
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>>"I wanted to take you into the Adirondack mountains, see the contrast of the world relatively unaffected by the mortals and then after we have taken in the peace, the quiet, the serenity of two supreme beings in a world untouched. We shall return back to the world of men and bathe in the sensation of the chaos their nightlife produces."
He had a way with words, and he had a way with plans. Why did she ever bother with mortal lovers? They might have had the natural gifts to entertain her for a night, but they did not have the resoruces, or the style, to entertain her for more than that.
>>"I wouldn't say its a surprise so much as a treat for us. We have the cabin as long as you like, We can return here every night from now til forever if it pleases you. I thought that a night free of anyone else might please. before we delve into visiting the mortal masses."
He was right about that. The scenery itself made her feel calmer than ever since she arrived to this rushing, strange country. It was the true beauty of nature, as the gods have intended it.
>>"As soon as you wish we can return to the city and take in the night life. Clubs, bars, theater During the day we can take in the culture, museums, galleries, shopping."
"We have all the time in the world" she noted as they got out of the car and admired the world spread out at their feet "Let us enjoy the calm for a while. You were right. I thought I had everything I needed, but I have never truly been away from the mortals' eyes."
Posted by Mahadevi on Sept 18, 2012 14:11:18 GMT -6
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The man untangled himself and scrambled back to his feet. Mahadevi held her grip on the dog chain and stepped back, turning around slowly to keep both attackers in sight. She smiled, but not the graceful, compassionate smile of a goddess; she grinned with the enjoyment of destruction, and stuck her tongue out at the enemy.
When the first blow came, aimed at her knee this time, her foot slid in the sand as she sidestepped it. First rule of traditional dance: your arms move, yout feet stay planted on the ground. You need a solid foundation for eternal balance.
The man had to duck to aim at her knee, which meant his head was bowed down now, in a fitting display of submission. One arm was raised and a knife came down, hitting him behind the ear with the blunt end of the handle.
The other man slashed at the hand that held the chains; the blade came down on the hand, and even though most of it was blocked by the end of the chain wrapped around the knuckles, it still drew blood. The goddess wailed, more out of frenzy than pain, and the samurai sword came down, tearing through jacket and muscle, and pinned the man's arm to the ground.
Kali stepped back, and admired the destruction in a moment of calm.
Posted by Mahadevi on Sept 18, 2012 14:03:40 GMT -6
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>>"It wouldn't hinder me, but I'm not sure I should tell you. What you are asking requires me to trust you to the point that I'd be willing to put my life in your hands. That type of trust is built up over time and not given out on the spot, not even to a deity."
Mahadevi stood motionless like a real statue; she had great practice in that, if nothing else. She was an object of worksip, has been all her life, and she the infinite patience of the immortal.
"I don't require trust from people who do not know me" she said, only her eyes moving to follow his movements with immense curiosity "I only require faith. What seems crucial for mortals is nothing but a grain of sand for the divine."
It was sometimes so hard to make them understand. Maybe it would be easier to just let them believe.
"You carry the burden of a curse you believe to be true" she stated; the eight-armed goddess was also the divinity of compassion "I wish to see why. Special powers that most mortals do not possess are believed to be gifts in my home, but I have come to understand it is very different to be gifted over here."
Posted by Mahadevi on Sept 11, 2012 11:00:07 GMT -6
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The twirling stopped as all hands snapped to attention; the enemy has made his move. Knife way parried with the brass knuckles, hammer was parried with hammer; Kali danced out of the way, taking a half turn, simply sidestepping the other hammer attack. While in the turn, the dog chain lashed out and wrapped itself around the first man's neck, it was easy really, he was wide open with his two weapons blocked. One pull and he followed after her stumbling, Kali, Goddess of Destruction, dances on the bodies of the fallen. Quick glances assured her that the other two were still searching for weapons on the wall. They could wait for their turn on her dance card.
