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 Clyde Lambert on Mar 15, 2014 0:14:52 GMT -6
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“Wait. Yo blind?” Clyde asked. That was news to him. “I mean, it's just that you seemed like yo able to see. You noticed me befoh I saw you. You have sharp hearing oh something?” Clyde knew there were mutations that could make up for disabilities. Even some blind non-mutants had heightened senses. Doing his best not to stare, Clyde looked Sylar over. His ears looked pretty normal compared to the rest of him. Though, that wasn't really a good indicator of enhanced hearing.
Sylar's bizarre fascination with the microwave did not go unnoticed. How much contact had Sylar had with the rest of the world? Clyde guessed not all that much. Bluntness, sneaking around in the middle of the night, yeah. Not exactly indication of spectacular social skills.
Clyde shrugged at Sylar's observation. “They probably do. Theah's a bunch of teens heah, and I'm sure some have mutations that make theah metabolism even highah. Though, I think some othah mutants don't need to eat at all, so maybe things cancel out. I don't think you need to feel bad about it” Still, Clyde felt a twinge of guilt himself for living there.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Mar 2, 2014 23:07:06 GMT -6
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Clyde half-expected the spork to spring up and jab her. Could she even move like that? He wasn't sure. Sporks weren't great for stabbing, anyways.
The way she was talking to him made him wonder why he'd tried to be nice. Maybe it was because the situation reminded him of what happened with Persi. The misunderstanding, her stress level... there was somewhat of a parallel between them. Clyde didn't want to play a role in a suicide attempt again.
Yet, she slapped him and refused his apology. No matter what he said to her, it never helped. The remarks she was throwing at him didn't help her case, either.
Clyde rolled his eyes and headed for the door. Before leaving, he turned back to face her. “Screw you, too,” he responded.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Feb 21, 2014 23:58:07 GMT -6
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Clyde squinted, slightly confused and definity irritated. This woman was clearly upset about something. Clyde had no clue what had gone on before the washing machine fiasco. But, he'd apologized, and the apology was not accepted. What else was he supposed to do? It wasn't like he could be sensitive and consoling, especially with someone who'd slapped him. Doing the opposite felt only natural.
Plink.
Not to mention, the idea of consoling a spork was awkward.
“Looks like I just turned you into a spork,” Clyde deadpanned. “If I was trying to be a jerk, I'd be throwing you into the dishwasher right now.”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Feb 16, 2014 15:24:23 GMT -6
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If you sent it to the Mod Mail, all that's left to do is wait for a reply. It usually takes a day or two for the mods to look over apps. When they get back to you, they'll either give the app the clear or they'll ask you to make some changes.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Feb 15, 2014 23:57:25 GMT -6
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Clyde nodded at Andrea. “Okay. Thanks.”
He waited for a moment, then entered the room and closed the door slowly behind him. His backpack dropped to the floor as he collapsed onto the closer of the beds. He hadn't even bothered to change clothes – he was so exhausted. There was a lot going through his mind, a lot to process, but he really needed to sleep.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Feb 12, 2014 23:52:35 GMT -6
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Clyde shook his head. He wasn't sure whether to hate the woman for slapping him or pity her for having some sort of breakdown. “In that case, sorry about the incident,” he said, even though he still believed it wasn't his fault.
Keeping an eye on the woman, Clyde returned to the machine so he could restart it. His offer to grab a friend for her had already been turned down. He didn't know what else he was supposed to do for her, but his clothes needed washing. Maybe he'd purposely take longer than he needed, in case she had anything else to say.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Feb 12, 2014 23:35:03 GMT -6
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It looked like Andrea was ready to show him to the room, so Clyde grabbed his backpack and followed. He didn't have much more with him than his clothes and another pair of shoes, so he was going to keep them close.
“I think I'll be fine,” Clyde responded quietly. He didn't want to feel like a burden.
Honestly, Clyde didn't know what he was doing at the Mansion or what was to come. But he knew he didn't want to go back. By now, his father had probably already discovered he was gone, and Clyde wasn't ready to confront him. Something in him just despised his father so much.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 30, 2014 22:34:26 GMT -6
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Puzzled, Clyde watched as the woman crouched down into the fetal position. He couldn't say he was expecting that reaction. His brow furrowed as she tried to tell him that she didn't mean to hit him. Really? The fact was, she'd still slapped him. But, seeing the state the woman was in left Clyde in an awkward position. How was he supposed to respond? He felt obligated to do something.
“Err... is theah someone I can get fo you?” he asked.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 30, 2014 13:17:01 GMT -6
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Clyde was furious. That psycho just slapped him!
Granted, it only stung a bit, but Clyde was really tempted to return the favor. The only problem was, physically attacking a person almost twice his size wasn't a great idea.
Instead, Clyde did his best to keep his cool. “What ah you trying to do? Make me cry out an apology?” This woman was probably older than him. Wouldn't it be fun to show her how immature she was?
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 26, 2014 21:55:10 GMT -6
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Clyde rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, aimed at me, it's not the same.” Besides, his situation made it awkward to even think about having a girlfriend. Even though he was mentally old enough, the idea of kissing a girl in his unshifted form felt completely wrong, and it would probably feel completely wrong to the girl.
Indeed, he had to live with his mutation; it was something he didn't need to be reminded of. But to embrace it? “Theah's not really anything to embrace about it...”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 26, 2014 20:54:09 GMT -6
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Clyde glared right back and crossed his arms. “Sheesh. I wasn't trying to ruin yo day. Yo the one who decided to be a shirt on the living room floor.”
The one thing the woman said that Clyde could agree with was that rocker T-shirts weren't usually purple. “Well, I hadn't seen one,” Clyde admitted, “but I'm not exactly a fan, so I don't know what theah T-shirts ah supposed to look like.” Even then, odd colors did not typically indicate that an inanimate object was a mutant in disguise.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 26, 2014 1:51:04 GMT -6
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“Sadly, it is. I don't get why.” Life would have been better if kids like that didn't rule the school. Clyde figured that he was smarter than average. There was no reason the dumb kids should lord over him.
Clyde's face went red with embarassment at Kaitlyn's remark. Cute? Yes, there were some people that said that about him, and he hated it. “I've heard that before,” Clyde growled. “'Little kid' cute is not a good thing. Besides, guys don't like being called cute.”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 26, 2014 0:09:23 GMT -6
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“Yeah right...” Clyde mumbled. Unlike him, she'd stooped down to sticking out her tongue. And, she was getting in his face. Clyde's response to that was standing his ground and narrowing his eyes.
“Do you think I would've thrown the shirt in if I knew it was a person? It looked like a normal shirt to me,” he stated plainly. “What was I supposed to do? Ask it if it was a person?”
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 25, 2014 21:48:02 GMT -6
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Okay, now Clyde was mad.
“Don't. Call. Me. A brat! And don't you tell me to watch my language! It was one minah sweah word compared to yo fifty!” Honestly, this woman had the mouth of a truck driver. She had no right to chew him out for saying that one word.
What also irritated Clyde was that she was acting like he'd put her in there on purpose. “Why would I want to steal a rockah tee? Look, I just saw it lying theah, so I figuhed it needed washing. How was I supposed to know it was you?”
He noticed that the woman's hands were in fists. She wasn't going to try to hit him, was she?
