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.
Kitra looked up, somewhat startled. 'He's like me?! Well sort of anyway. This is so odd. He reminds me of Zelek and I remind him of his girlfriend er ex girlfriend maybe. Oh dear, this is confusing. I still love Zelek even though he's gone.' She stared at Zeke, who was crying freely. She sniffed as tears rolled down her cheeks as well. She held out a napkin to him and spoke softly, "You'll find her I'm sure. If she loves you she'll come back." She whiped her tears and blew her nose. "I'm sorry I remind you of her though, it must be heartbreaking. You remind me very much of Zelek." She quickly took a sip of her hot chocolate, feeling miserably confused.
Kitra smiled thoughfully as Zeke went made comments about her sketches. Her face fell slightly as he commented on Zelek and then went bright red at his next comment. 'He thinks I'm beautiful?! Oh my, geez I bet my face is cherry red right now.' She let out a small titter and spoke, "Thank you Zeke. As to the sketch, He was my boyfriend. He was killed by the stalkers though." Her eyes went watery and she blinked. 'I will not cry, I won't cry. That would be....embarrasing.' Kitra sniffed and smiled, "Sorry, still a sore subject for me." She looked up quickly, "I really did mean it when I said thank you for calling me beautiful." She looked down, suddenly shy and not sure what to do. 'I still love Zelek, I'm so confused. And I don't flirt very well. At least not to my knowledge....Gah!! Stop it woman! Just calm down and act naturally. Wait....what's natural again. Oh dear I think I'm in trouble.'
OOC: Sorry my laptop crashed. I'll get posts up when I can. Should have my laptop back in a week or so.
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Kitra smiled, "I can do one better." She reached down into a lower pocket of her trench-coat and pulled out a small sketchbook. [There's a huge varity of sketchs, they're all decent quality. Go ahead and make a few up if you'd like. Also, there is a picture of Zelek in there as well. Every sketchbook she has has one of him in it] She handed it to Zeke, "I'm not the best but I do like sketching. Take a look and tell me what you like."
Kitra smiled yet again, "I draw because I like drawing. Profit or no." She shrugged, "I draw what inspires me and if it sells, it doesn't matter." She looked at Zeke, being reminded of Zelek, simply through his manner, how he held himself. She blinked, realizing what she was doing. She quickly took a small sip of hot cocoa. "So, what are you doing in New York Zeke? What's your profession?"
Kitra was caught by an another guy. Their eyes meet and she blushed slightly, 'He's kinda cute.'He apologized for the other guy's actions. She smiled, "Thank you Zeke." She shook his hand still smiling, "Name's Kit. And nah, I'm from New York, just not from the city. Trying to make my way around as an artist." She grinned, "Let me get some hot cocoa, then we could sit down and talk if you'd like?"
'He seems like a nice guy. But he reminds me of Zelek.' A fleeting expression of unhappiness ran across her face then disappeared. 'It won't hurt to talk. Plus, he did save me from a nose dive.' She went up to the counter and ordered a hot cocoa. She went back to Zeke and smiled waiting for his response on what he'd like to do.
Kitra had yet again got out of the labs, still followed of course. But hey, she was out of the labs. She was aimlessly walking around in her favorite green trench-coat accompined by black leather boots. Normally she wasn't one for coffee but there was a neat little place called Java Express.
'Maybe they might have hot cocoa. Mhm, that would be nice.' She strode up to the little place and went inside, rolling her eyes at the dinging as she walked through. She moved slightly to the side as one of the two customers went for the door. Abruptly she was shoved to the side as the guy stormed out. She let out a small "Eeep!!" As she lost her balance and took a nose dive for the floor.
Cyra grinned as he continued down the stairs. At least the detective was helpful, very helpful. She was back on the rooftop now and grabbed her backpack and small bag with the folded glider in it. She reached the edge of the roof and looked down. Not a bad drop, especiallyy if she used her whip on the flag pole. She pulled her whip from her bag then strapped her bags to her person.
Cyra jumped off the rooftop, and snagged her whip on the flag pole and swung herself to the next building. Grabbing the flag pole on that building with her free hand, she tugged on her whip and snapped it towards her and then around the flag pole. Thankfully all the lights on the street were out and it was black out now. She let go of the flag pole and used both hands to slide down her whip and onto the street. She sighed as she tugged her whip to bring it down.
She pulled out the crumpled piece of paper with the number on it, and mendered along slowly to find pay phone. No scratch that, a hotel first then use their phone.
Cyra outright laughed, "Alright detective, I may be a murderer, so answer me this. Why haven't I killed you? You happen to be getting on my nerves, as I said before I have no qualms with must humans." Cyra shrugged and stepped out of Rupert's way. "I wouldn't suggest calling any back up for yourself Mr. Detective. I came here to take down this ridiculous law, I don't want to kill anyone uneccessarily."
Cyra sighed and moved past Rupert up the stairs, "Remember this Rupert, yes I owe you a favor for helping me and it will be payed back. However, I will not go to jail, and I'll even give you a bonus item when we meet again. I will give you a list of every person I have killed, then you can make the choice of whether or not I'm really such a bad person." She stopped at the door and waited to see if Rupert had anything else left to say.
Cyra eyed him as he repeated that 'this conversation is over'. Then he started walking down the stairs without responding to her comment. "Rupert!" Cyra jumped over the railing and landed directly in front of him. " What would you have said to me if I was just a normal human looking to help the resistance?" She glared at him, most would have screeched in torror and given her anything she wanted. She doubted that with this one though.
Cyra caught Rupert's punch with ease. "Rupert, that would have hurt you know." She tilted her head slightly, "Friends of yours were killed by mutants first before all this happened, weren't they?" She lowered her hand with Rupert's fist still in it and sighed. "Rupert, I have no desire to hurt you, even though I am an assassin." She shrugged, "I don't like killing people. A good percentage of the people I have killed were other assassins, people that didn't belong in power. People like that Rupert."
Cyra stopped speaking abruptly, "And I have no clue why I am explaining myself to you. But, not all of us are bad. What would you have said to me if I was just a normal human looking to help the resistance?" She let go of Rupert's fist with a small look of 'don't do it again', she crossed her arms and waited patiently.
"Well then Rupert goodnight. But think on this, mutants would have stayed low and yes there are a few violent ones, we would have left humans alone. They attacked first, we defending and are fighting back." She looked directly at Rupert and a walked a few paces towards him, "I'll let you in an a little secret Rupert. I may be a mutant but my powers are latent. Meaning, I am merely human." Bombshell she knew but she wanted to see his reaction.
Cyra's eyes glinted, "Rupert, what I am going to do is kill anyone that gets im my way. That's what was done in Asia, those stupid humans that thought they could repress us." She grinned evilly, "I am also going to find Shrapnel and the rest of the resistance." She eyed Rupert with a tad bit of mischief in her eyes, "Anything else I should know perhaps? Like say, oh I don't know your profession."
Cyra nodded with satisfaction, "He got out, that's good." She contemplated for a few moments before taking the little piece of crumpled paper from Rupert. "Thank you Rupert. I am curious however as to why the guilt complex." She smirked slightly, "I suppose that isn't my business though." Cyra sighed, "Might you have any idea where they might go if they can't contact anyone in the resistance? Some sort of safe place perhaps?"
Cyra looked over the rooftop and out into the dusky night. "This place, New York, United States of America even, it is more dangerous then my own country. It is sad that a place of freedom is worth nothing because you are different. You are hated and feared, it doesn't make any sense to me at all really. But then again, what does in this crazy world?"
She turned back to Rupert, "My apologies, I was thinking outloud. What do you think I should do now, member of the resistance?"
Cyra snorted, "I highly doubt you are considered lowly, Sir." She sighed, "Unfortunately I must say yes that I do need to contact this person. As much as it sounds like I wouldn't want to do that." She contemplated him then spoke slowly, "Why would someone like you be helping out mutants? From the way you talk, you aren't one, so why help us?" Cyra was curious as to who this other person was, they sounded violent though. Nothing she hadnt dealt with before. She sighed, "Rupert, did you know of anyone that was in the camps that went by the name Shrapnel? He would be of asian descent as well." She sighed, "Might you have any clue where the resistance is located? The hq perhaps?"
Cyra chuckled and grabbed Rupert's hand, pulling him up. "Cyra is my name, Rupert. I would love to be part of the resistance." She looked up at him now, "You have no way of contacting the resistance party I take it?"
