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.
85. Randy Peterson - Known Teleporter, gun owner, and mutant friendly bar owner. Publicly claims social/political neutrality but business allows for prime mutant sympathizer hot spot. Do not approach at work place without large group due to number of mutants often present at his bar.
Randy stared at the TV, coffee in hand. Was this guy serious? A Utopia for mutants was clearly too good to be true. Especially coming from a super corporations CEO. IT was one hell of a stunt to be sure, but Randy had seen things of this nature before. He gave it three weeks until the guy was announcing his bid for president.
Angel was not happy with her water. The glare made it obvious. Climbing onto the bar was clearly less than necessary.
>> "No. Water."
Randy flinched despite himself as the glass shattered. Oh, this was going to just make his night. Tonight was not the night to push his buttons and this girl was already off to a bad start. Like five year old in a high rise elevator whose mother was ignoring them bad. He returned her glare. Could he push her down slow enough to not hurt her? It would be a bit of a risk with water and broken glass everywhere.
>> "No. I.D."
A flash of movement caught the corner of Randy's eye. Frogman had a bottle of whiskey in his hand. Frogman told Randy he didn’t have an I.D. and then steals a bottle of whiskey. These punks just hit strike one and two. Maybe they had already been drinking, some of the low class bars didn’t check I.D.s. Frankly that didn’t matter. Randy was in a bad mood from the start and these kids thought that they could come in and walk all over him. No way in hell was that gonna happen.
Looking back to Angel Randy returned her glare. ”Get off my bar. If you didn’t want water then you should have said so. Cuz now ya owe me for the broken glass. As for you Kermit...” Randy gave “Kermit” the tiniest of grins befor porting directly behind him and reaching over his shoulder for the bottle. ”No I.D. means no booze.”
As the archers went to collect their arrows the girl hew was watching joined him in the hall.
>> "Don't get many 'Rambo's down here. What brings you to this end of the range?"
Rambo? He didn't look that old did he? Never mind that he was that old. "Just waiting for my lanes over in the gun range. I do some unique shooting so I need to reserve a few lanes in advance. Safety reasons and such." Now that Randy thought about it. Porting while shooting probably counted as trick shooting.
"For the most part I just do target practice. Keep from getting rusty ya'know?" While he made an effort to never use his guns unless absolutely necessary the woman seemed to know what she was doing when she was shooting. More than just hobby shooting. Did New York City even allow bow hunting?
He was clearly less than thrilled. Maybe is was because his main bartender was sick. Maybe is was the new guy who knew how to do that 'toss the bottle over your shoulder into the shaker' trick. Randy was pretty sure his main tender could to but he knew better than to show off in front of his boss. Ok, not show off when Randy was behind the counter. Whatever the reason he was not having a good day. Not for a lack of business, thank God that wasn't an issue. Nothing had really gone wrong for him it was just annoying. People got sick, it was part of life. He just wished someone other than the new guy could have come in.
It did give him a reason to actually wear his uniform though; unlike most days where he spend so much time in the office that anything more than jeans and a polo was a waste. His was the reverse of his employees uniform: Black shirt, white slacks, white vest and tie. Simple, classy, and it set him apart while keeping a part of the team. Randy was halfway through wiping down the bar when they walked in. Some teenage fallen angel and a frog. He had seen weirder couples before so who was he to judge?
>> "Drink"
>> "Whiskey, on the rocks."
He raised an eyebrow at the orders while they sat down. The customer is always right sure, but there were laws in New York. The girl was definitely underage. Frog man sounded old enough but with a physical mutation like that Randy wasn't taking chances. "Got an I.D. boy?" He filled a glass with ice and water then slid it to the girl. Next time be more specific with your drink order kid...
If you are planning to use Looking Glass and you want a more specific location. It is in the Midtown district, somewhere near the Radio City Music Hall.
I like this idea. As Panu mentioned, Seyta (my inactive second) is/was an Order member. While I have plans for returning her and reviving the Order, its is all OOC planning and in no way set in stone.
While the Sanctuary has always been tied to The Order, I like the idea of making more "permanent" locations around the city. That is exactly why I made Randy's bar Looking Glass. So I am all for you renovating and rebuilding the Sanctuary, literally and figuratively via public image. I personally suggest keeping Sanc and Order separate but that may be just my bias opinion since i have my own potential plans. ^_^ Honest best suggestion is keep in touch with the MODS and open threads like these for advice and assistance.
Getting to the range had thankfully gone by without a hitch. The lack of a broken META with a shot gun made the trip much more enjoyable than last time. It had been far too long since her really got some practice in. As it happened, Randy arrived early for the firing lanes he reserved. He was likely the only person to ever reserve a lane at all, let alone multiple lanes. However he liked to test himself while porting between lanes. Not exactly something you want another person to accidentally walk into.
Since he had to wait anyway Randy wandered over towards the archery hallway. Of the few people there one archer stood out to him. He wasn’t any judge on form or technique but she seemed a fairly decent shot. She had a careful and practiced rhythm.
Okay. Randy is totally avi/sigless... I have no play-by in mind. although I have asked MODs and if nothing fits the following description something involving a cocktail shaker, martini glass is allowed as he owns a bar. ^_^
Randy is an average built white man in his mid forties. Standing 5'8" he is lightly muscled and slender in stature. His hair is between neck to shoulder length, straight, and graying brown in color. He normally grows a beard keeping it roughly trimmed to short scruff in length. Randy has brown eyes and wears reading glasses. He has no scars, piercings, or mutations to be seen.
Randy smiled letting the girl finish her stretches. He had no idea how skilled she might be in boxing, but technically he was only an amateur as well. Maybe intermediate. Still she didn't look new to the idea of a fight.
>> "I'm Jayden."
"Randy." He offered his hand, noticing her claws and grinned slightly. Times did change. Teens wearing mutation openly compared to his childhood. Sadly public opinion hadn’t changes as fast. “Good thing we’re gonna be wearing gloves.”
Randy glanced at his watch. He was almost at the end of his bike set. Maybe he'd give it a few more minutes. He had a view of the front counter from here so he could watch for any potential sparring partners. Of course to anyone else the shaggy old man watching everyone from the bike might just be creepy. Not worth it really. Grasping at straws never did a man an good. Plus, it was better to stick to routine anyway.
He glanced up as he heard the door gave the same half-hearted glance at the newcomer as everyone else. The girl he saw caused him to raise an eyebrow with interest though. A Punk Queen without a doubt. Mohawk, piercings, and a chip on the shoulder you could almost see. To each their own he supposed. Style wasn't much his thing and so there really was no point in judging others. He watched her for a few moments as she checked the sparring sheet. He never would have thought it from her. She just didn't look the type.
She didn't call for him though and had simply started her stretches. Fair enough, newbies didn't know the way things work. Porting over to the counter he made sure she had signed up for a boxing match and not something else. Luck was finally on his side, she had, so with as friendly a grin as he could he ported over to her. "Looking for a boxing partner?"
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