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.
Once they'd gotten through the golden gates and past the receptionist, Glitch arrived at a big common area. She would have pegged the place as ordinary living quarters, except for one key difference: the room was filled with mutants.
On one side, there was a person with orange skin. On another, someone with insect wings. A man in the corner was playing with flames. There wasn't a person in sight who seemed against it. In a way, it was like being in the Mansion.
Glitch looked around, partly curious, partly uneasy. She'd entered the place having no clue what it was. A few mutants gave her odd looks, perhaps wondering if she was a META. Oh right. And she still was holding the beanbag gun. She lowered it so the barrel was pointed at the ground.
“This is... quite a place. Do you guys work here?” Glitch asked, turning to Rebecca and Devon.
Oh no. Distracted by the game, Glitch hadn't seen the coral girl come in. And now, she was wielding a pillow and looking frightened. Glitch quickly dropped the controller and turned to face her.
“Oh my gawd I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were watching!” Glitch felt horrible. The zombie gave her a jolt, so it had to be positively terrifying to a little kid. There was a reason the game was rated M for Mature. If she'd known such a young person was in the room, she'd have quit playing it in an instant. Think. What would her parents do? Why, calm the girl down, of course.
“It's okay,” she gently reassured her, kneeling down to her level. “The zombies weren't real. They can't hurt you.” Aware that her own appearance wasn't the most human, Glitch hoped she wasn't scaring the coral girl further.
Glitch's eyes were on the large television screen and her hands on the controller. Yet another zombie axed. The game, while more morbid than Glitch's usual selections, was proving to be entertaining. She couldn't wait to explore more of the post-apocalyptic landscape. She'd even dimmed all the lights in the room so she could see it better.
It wasn't long before she located a dilapidated mansion. Sweet, there had to be some nice loot in there. She cautiously entered the building. Two zombies. Still not alert. Simple. She switched out the ax for a shotgun. Two headshots later, the room was clear. She moved the player character through the the entryway, ready to search for whatever treasures were there.
And that was when the mother of all zombie jump scares popped out from behind the staircase. Half of its face was missing, an eye was hanging out of its socket, and it was rendered with a particularly hideous texture, to boot.
“EEK!” she yelped, fumbling the controller. With a nasty snarl, the monster leaped onto the player character and slashed at him. “YOU DIED” appeared on the screen in big, bloody red letters. Glitch cursed silently. The damn zombie came out of nowhere.
Posted by Glitch on Jun 29, 2017 22:05:04 GMT -6
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Click.
Click.
Click.
There really wasn't much to watch on weekday afternoons. Alas, it was a quiet summer day. Aside from the pair of students playing chess, Glitch was the only one in the living room. She had nothing better to do. Remote in hand, she flipped between channels. Eventually, she settled on a Chess of Crowns rerun.
She laid on the couch, lazily watching the show. Or, trying to. Knowing what deaths, betrayals, and such were going to happen kind of took the fun out of it, even with the awesome dragons and all. Her eyelids were getting droopy. She could just fall asleep then and there...
BBZZZZZZTT!!!
“What the-!”
A loud crackling in her mics slash ears jolted her awake. Her vision was so full of static it was hard to see. Frickin' electronic parts were on the fritz, it seemed. Glitch tapped the side of her head, hoping it would clear.
After a few seconds, it indeed did. She gave a sigh of relief. But something was going on with the television. The fighting soldiers on the TV were still.
“Huh, this stinks.” So much for the sort-of entertainment.
She left the couch, but that's when she noticed the strangest thing yet.
The pair playing chess were like statues. One even was frozen mid-move, about to put down her knight.
“Guys...?” Glitch asked, worried.
Just when Glitch was about to go over and shake the living daylights out of them, the static returned. Another few seconds later, and...
“Check!”
Glitch blinked, confused. The chess players were continuing their game as if nothing happened. She looked over at the TV, which was again playing the battle scene.
That was really. Effing. Weird. Something had to be wrong.
She hurried down the hallway. Stopping outside one of the office doors, she knocked, then peeked inside. “Hey DocProf? I think something's wrong with my eyes. And ears. Some whacked up laggy thing. Is one of your mechanic friends available?”
Glitch could swear that teacher was enjoying this. He was making the dishes as well, but there was no effort to catch the class's attention, no helpful tips, and nothing else she found useful. She could only guess he would try to pass his “lesson” off as a “genius teaching method.”
Nope. Allegra had no clue what she was talking about. “Heh. Cheering. Right...” Glitch shook her head.
She then turned her attention to Aoi. Thus far, the silver-haired girl seemed quiet and well-mannered, a nice contrast to Allegra's “I'll pretend I know what I'm doing and will boss everyone around” schtick. “I'm sure it'll be nice to work with you too, Aoi.” She gave a thumbs up in lieu of a smile.
>>"I have not made this before but it seems easy enough, just follow the directions right"
“Pretty much. I think we're going to make some nice mac and cheese.” Which she sadly wasn't going to be able to eat. Sob.
The heated conversation between the other three classmates did not go unnoticed. Amber and Chase were getting an earful. Glitch felt kind of bad for them, but they had mac and cheese they needed to focus on. For now, she was just going to tune Allegra out.
While Aoi was pulling out the cooking utensils, Glitch went to retrieve the ingredients. Macaroni pasta, milk, butter, flour, and... aw nuts, the cheese was in a block. She sat it next to the grater and placed the other stuff next to the stove.
Glitch eyed the directions for a refresher. “I guess we'd better start boiling water first, then get the sauce going,” she said to Aoi. She turned the dial on the stove to preheat the burner.
@margo I don't believe that chacters can cross between verses yet, so sign-ups would be with the MRO version. However, if a couple of characters who were paired up both have AV versions, I don't have anything to say against them doing an AV thread if they so desire.
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Looking to find your character someone to thread with? Willing and ready to yank them from their comfort zone? Welcome to the Thread Roulette, the (highly experimental) game of chance that will do just that.
How does it work? Simple. Reply with a character or few and they shall be added to a list. At 6:00 pm on Friday (PST), randomizer shennanigans will ensue. Every character on the list will be set up with another.
Posted by Glitch on May 23, 2017 21:50:04 GMT -6
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Day One, and they were being threatened with shared grades and permanent groups. Mr. Turner was joking, right? Once they were finished, he was going to shout “Psych!” and laugh at how freaked out they all acted. Maybe? How was she supposed to know?!
Nonetheless, everyone wanted to be in a group. Glitch sure wasn't going to be that awkward loner. Besides, cooking with someone with an actual sense of taste was practically a necessity.
“I've got some experience, but it's been a while,” she stated to Amber. She might have looked a bit undead, but zombies, vampires and the like had lost most of their scare factor. The deal with eating people had to be a joke, she figured.
She nodded to the silver-haired girl. “I'm down with divvying things up.”Dividing the duties between themselves would make them go faster.
She gave Allegra a funny look. Suddenly giving out orders wasn't something she'd expected her to do. It soon turned into a stifled laugh. Floater. Allegra had called herself a floater. The definition Glitch was thinking of was hilarious, albeit pretty gross. Perhaps a fitting term for a person who dictated what other did without doing any real work themself.
Glitch herself was content with working on the mac and cheese. The recipe wasn't all that different from one she'd used in the past, so she didn't need to worry much about screwing it up. Yet, she had to wonder if the others were okay with those arrangements. Chase in particular, as he'd asked Amber to work with him. “I'm Glitch. And I can do mac and cheese no problem. But is this really all right?” she asked, looking towards the others.
She then leaned towards Allegra. “Remember what he said,” she whispered, motioning in the drill sergeant's direction. Slacking off herself was tempting, but Glitch did not want to test how serious Mr. Turner's words were.
And, Glitch still didn't know if she was late. Eh, she probably was. She shrugged and returned the blonde girl's wave. Whatever. No news is good news.
She tried to follow the conversation her classmates were having, but it seemed she'd only caught the tail end of it. Whatever the woman's joke was, the boy clearly found it funny, and the blonde, well, looked hysterical. Dang. Glitch wished she hadn't missed that. Served her right for failing at sneaking into class, she supposed.
It was clear that she and her classmates were being thrown into the first cooking session sink or swim style. She eyed the recipes. Mac and cheese? Cookies? Easy peasy. The chicken, however, was a more complex dish involving spices and veggies. Not to mention, there was cleanup afterward, and only so much time. Maybe this A wouldn't be so easy after all.
A couple of students raised their hands, but they were ignored. Glitch snerked. The teacher was going with the hard-ass drill sergeant routine. In a class that wasn't P.E. Heh. It looked like she'd better behave or else run laps or do sit-ups.
“Ooo! Group work's fun,” she eagerly replied to the blonde's suggestion. It was an excuse for socialization, but hey, it sure would take the edge off the day's tasks. Besides, there were probably students present who'd never held a spatula nor ladle in their life.
Frantically, Glitch threw on the first T-shirt and skirt she could find. Backpack? Check. The bedroom door was flung open, and out she raced. She'd really overslept this time, and if she didn't hurry, she was going to be late to her new class.
Much time had passed since Glitch had last cooked something. Becoming a robot kind of rendered the activity moot, pointless. Yet, the fond memories of first learning the craft with her parents still lingered. This class was an opportunity to pick cooking back up. It could be fun, even if she couldn't partake of the final product.
Besides, a cooking class was a recipe for an easy A.
She tried to open the classroom door quietly, though it did well to sabotage that with a loud creak. Crap, the teacher was already standing in the front of the class. He looked different than she expected, kind of like a military man, but the apron and everything else set up in the room told her she was in the right place.
Hoping she wasn't late, she tiptoed through the classroom about as subtly as a bright yellow robot girl could. She took a seat at the table behind three other students – a heavily clothed woman, a younger boy, and a blonde-haired girl. “Am I late? I am SO sorry if I am,” she apologized, both to her classmates and the teacher.
As expected, Rebecca made quick work of the last META bot. After going far enough to tackle it, Glitch regretted being unable to finish it off herself.
Glitch jumped when the cloud of sand rushed out of the META towards her. “Whoa!” she exclaimed, instinctively throwing her arms up to shield herself. For a split second, Glitch thought Rebecca was about to do to her what she just did to those METAs. But it was no attack, just a push.
A push to run.
She bolted after Devon, but not before taking its beanbag gun. If another was going to show, she wanted to be prepared. She had a lot of questions about what the Sanctuary was, but only one mattered to her that moment. “How far?!” she called out.
So it was all part of a larger project, and a pretty cool-sounding one at that. If it all worked out, the final video was going straight to the top of Glitch's “to watch” list.
Crap. Glitch should have known that comparing herself to a META bot would involve, well, finding one to compare herself to. Part of her told her that it was a terrible idea. Her gaze went to the dent left on her arm, a courtesy of her most recent run-in. But, the remainder really wanted to tell the world that she, Gladys Fitch, was nothing like those soulless machines. Hopefully. “Right... and stay a good fifty yards away from it, yeah?”
And, the wide eyes were back. Her? On a hot date? Leo couldn't be serious. “Do hot dates count if they're with new games?” she joked with a nervous laugh.
