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.
It's amazing how over a single weekend your priorities can completely change. I went into it planning out the next steps for where I could take my characters, contemplating a third character, and considering where there was anything else I could do to help the MOD team. While I won't bore you with exact details, those things are now the furthest from my mind. In one short weekend my personal bank has failed, and both my mother and my wife's mother are now battling serious medical conditions. The new few weeks and months will be full of us trying to encourage one another and keep our spirits up. I have a hard time picturing any time avialable for actual roll playing and so unfortunately I must put my both characters and my MOD duties on hiatus for an undetermined period of time. I will do my best to pop into the C-Box on occasion to say hello but I have no idea when things might normalize again.
I apologize to anyone that I leave hanging in current RPs or in upcoming plots. I hope you all enjoy your continued writing and there is still a very helpful MOD team here for all of you. Thank you for the good times, good friendships, and good memories.
Sincerely,
Luke Jacobs, Jacen King, Thoth
Mediator: One that occupies a middle position and searches for balance.
"Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The Regional Urban Preternatural Examinations and Recovery Team has finally made its appearance. Only the future can tell what this organization's true goals are and how they will use the Adapted's to further those goals.
Your character won't know about R.U.P.E.R.T., or the Adapteds, unless he/she has learned of them IC. This knowledge is still fairly rare.
(OOC: The nursery rhymes that are referenced in this post are Humpty Dumpty, Jack & Jill, Georgie Porgie, and Taffy Was A Welshman.)
IC: Things were getting so frustrating for the little man as he sat in his darkened basement mixing yet another batch of chemicals together. What had once been a perfectly smooth, egg shaped bald head centuries before was now lumpy and bumpy in a way that no one could ever find attractive. Barely discernible scars ran this way and that over his whole body. His eyes were a wild looking green that seemed to have a life of their own as they flipped back and forth between his beakers of chemicals and the oven where one of his favorite treats was baking.
This was the man of many names... many fairy tale names that is. Formerly Humpedidumpdy Lasandra, an adviser in the Spanish courts, his own clumsiness had spelled his downfall when he fell off of the battlements to the ground below. The surgeons had done their best to fix the damage but their technology was nowhere near the task. If it hadn't been for his mutation kicking in, he would never have survived but as it was he had gone through the rest of his life disfigured. All over the world stories about his clumsiness were told, though no one knew they were about him. In Switzerland he had been going to the well with his girlfriend Jill. The fall had been disastrous and though the stories were told of "Jack & Jill" being brothers, it had been he that had escaped, leaving his lovers battered and broken body at the foot of that horrible hill.
Not only had his clumsiness been insulted but so had his love making ability. Georgie Porgie that kissed girls and then ran away from their vindictive brothers had been him. Those had been sad days to say the least. Where once he had been a powerful adviser to the king, or even just a simple country lover, he was now at the end of his rope. He had moved away and reverted to steeling in order to survive but even that had been a disaster. Living in wales, he had gone by the name Michael Taffely, or Taffy for short. He had made the mistake to steal from one person to many times and it had cost him. The pain of a poker slamming into his head as he slept was something he would never forget and even if he could, the large crevice in the top of his head would forever remind him.
With a quiet ding the timer went off and he rushed over to withdraw his pan of muffins. Soon a piping hot chocolate muffing with white chocolate chips sat on his plate next to a glass of milk as he returned to his chemicals. "This is it... this is really it!" He chortled in delight as he used a dropper to put some on a frog and then on a mouse, "Finally!"
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It was a bright sunny day out on Central Park and hundreds of mutants were gathering for the first annual "Peace, Love, Power" rally. Some came in order to express their desire to rule the world, others were there to say how they should help those weaker than themselves, others were there for the love side of things, and still others were there for the free food. Local restaurants had their men walking through the crowd, offering samples to any that wanted them. Chinese, Bar-B-Q, Burgers, Tai, and so many others were all on display. Along with those was one lone man offering muffins and milk. His cart was filled with baked goodness, from the healthiness of bran, to decadence of chocolate, from the fruitiness of blueberry, to the sweetness and bitterness of lemon poppy seed. Every one imaginable was here, baked to perfect and then coated with the special chemicals. It was time for a mass testing. Before he used it himself, the man had to be sure that not only his mind would switch, but his power also. If it didn't, then all was for naught. Without his power he would die like anyone else. With his power, and a good body, he could live forever and eventually take over the world!
"Muffins! Get your muffins!"
(OOC: This is the beginning of the "Freaky Friday" mini-plot. The assignments for switching are as follows...
Werecat = Meld Tyranny = Tarin Jaxon = Kasumi Rupert = Lee Martin = Koga Lori = Ranger Luke = Juka Raina = Roland Aura = David Hymn = Ghost Abyss = Shin GB = Mettaliar Fade = Seizure Zephyr = Jewel Shana = Morphia Tris = Sunny
(Trio Grouping) Sebastian's Mind = Mimic's Body Mimic's Mind = Flynn's Body Flynn's Mind = Sebastian's Body
Please remember the following rules: 1) This plot will run the course of two (2) IC Weeks. Feel free to have normal threads running at the same OOC time, as long as they are outside of the IC timeline.
2) The powers remain in the body that they were originally attached to. All that changes in the mind. For example, Luke's mind would be going into Juka's body. Luke will have all of his normal memories, but he will have a different body and different powers.
3) At the end of two (2) IC weeks, the minds will automatically switch back to the correct body. This happens whether you bump into your doppleganger or not. It is your choice whether the two of you meet up before this deadline.
4) Please put an [FF] in the title of all plots having to do with this thread so there is no confusion about whether it is a body switched post or not.
There is no need to reply on this thread. Simply start a thread with your waking up to discover yourself in a new body. If there are any questions, feel free to PM one of the MODs. Enjoy the plot!)
There was an interested conversation going on in the C-Box about what story could be put to a certain image that had been found on Deviant Art. After thinking about it I decided to put up a fanfiction contect. No, there will not be any rewards of attribute points (unless my fellow MODs decide otherwise), all you will receive is the satisfaction of knowing that your peers love your writing ability. After the deadline a poll will be put up for your fellow MRO members to vote on what they feel was the best fanfiction. Alright and now on to the rules.
Deadline: July 9th (1 Month From Today) Word Count: At Least 500 words. Story Parameters: Explain the following image. Give us the story of the person, leading up to the picture and possibly on to how the story ends after the picture. Posts: The story must be posted in one long post instead of multiple posts.
If you're interested jump on over to the contest itself. I look forward to reading your fantastic works of fiction!
Mediator: One that occupies a middle position and searches for balance.
"Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
There was an interested conversation going on in the C-Box about what story could be put to a certain image that had been found on Deviant Art. After thinking about it I decided to put up a fanfiction contect. No, there will not be any rewards of attribute points (unless my fellow MODs decide otherwise), all you will receive is the satisfaction of knowing that your peers love your writing ability. After the deadline a poll will be put up for your fellow MRO members to vote on what they feel was the best fanfiction. Alright and now on to the rules.
Deadline: July 9th (1 Month From Today) Word Count: At Least 500 words. Story Parameters: Explain the following image. Give us the story of the person, leading up to the picture and possibly on to how the story ends after the picture. Posts: The story must be posted in one long post instead of multiple posts.
Now that the party was getting into full swing it was dividing into two very noticable areas. The grill area was set up at the end of the pool. Along with the various tables and food stuffs there were also plenty of chairs for those that wanted to sunbathe.
The pool area itself seemed to be the place for people to just stand and chat before finally diving into the water. Thus far noone had distrubed the pool of crystal clear water but there was no doubt that the stilness would soon be broken by swimmers, divers, and who knew what else.
(OOC: In order to make things a little easier to follow we'll be breaking this up into two threads for the time being. This thread will be reclassified as the 'pool area'. The new thread is quite obviously the grill area.)
Mediator: One that occupies a middle position and searches for balance.
"Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The aroma of heated charcoal fills the air. Soon the sound and smells of grilling meat will join it. Next to the grill is one cooler filled with the raw protein while off to the side are several tables spread out with condiments, plates, plasticware, and buns. A little closer to the pool but still not right next to it are set the chairs where people can sunbathe if they so wish. Even though a person can still see and hear what's going on over in the pool area, there is enough distance to allow at least some privacy for conversations.
Mediator: One that occupies a middle position and searches for balance.
"Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Here's a list of what I see so far. Does anything need to be changed? Any new ideas? Just keep the comments rolling in!
Personal Exibits: Gregori Raputin (Healing?) Abraham Lincoln (Future SIght?) Cleopatra (Seduction?) Napoleon (Persuasion?) Geroge Washington (Propability Control?)
Jack The Ripper (Bonemancer) Adolf Hitler (Multiple Man?) The Boston Strangler (Telekinesis?)
Elvis () John Glenn () Amelia Earhart ()
General Exibits: Pompeii (Natural Disaster Or Mutant Destruction?)
Atlantis (Myth Or Mutant Hiding Place?)
Spartans (Noble Warriors or Deadly Mutants?)
Rumpelstiltskin (Fairy Tale Or Mutant History?)
Mediator: One that occupies a middle position and searches for balance.
"Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Johnny sat comfortably in his chair as he watched the various video monitors. Outside the sun was shining brightly and he could see that plenty of students were enjoying their chance to play out on the green lawn. There were plenty of mutant abilities on display today, but everything was carefully controlled in order to keep anyone from being hurt.
"Boring..." The young man muttered to himself as he slumped a little deeper into the cushions of his chair, "What does a guy have to do to get a little bit of excitement around here?"
At time's Johnny's job was one of the most exciting at the mansion, but those kinds of attacks were few and far between which meant that for the most part his job was boring.
With an inward sigh as Johnny accepted the inevitably boring afternoon, he reached over and brought up the web browser on the main computer. While the computer's main job was to monitor communications in the surrounding area, it also doubled as a really wicked gaming console and internet browser when he needed it to.
"World Of Warcraft ... perfect!" He murmured in obvious delight as the website loaded. There had been a new update to the program and Johnny was chomping at the bit to get it downloaded so he could begin the next step in his great adventure. However, just as the update finished downloading a screen suddenly popped up on the computer.
"Signal intercept? What signal?" Johnny asked as he moved his cursor to click on the apropriate icons. After aproximately a half hour of work the young man suddenly picked up the phone beside his computer.
"You better get up here... fast!" He said urgently as soon as the connection was made, "We've got a problem... a big one!"
***
Johnny sat in the chair at the head of the table, fidgeting as he waited for the X-Men to arrive that had been chosen to handle this situation. He was still in shock over the whole situation that had been discovered but he had been given the assignment of briefing the team so here he sat.
For the most part the table was bare. No coffee or refreshments had been set out to ease the atmosphere of the meeting and no entertaining jokes or comics were hanging on the walls as occasionally happened thanks to some of the mansion's pranksters. In fact there were only four items sitting on the table. Directly in front of Johnny was a folder, closed but with no seal on it. In front of three other seats were folders with red tape seals over them declaring that they should not be opened until the individuals present were instructed to do so.
"Come on... where are all of you?" Johnny muttered in annoyance as he glanced up at the clock on the wall. He would have thought that even these three would know that an urgent meeting was truly urgent.
Mediator: One that occupies a middle position and searches for balance.
"Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Anyone that's interested in this plot, feel free to post an idea and description of a display that you'd like to see at the museum. Do you have a favorite historical character that you think would work well as a possible 'mutant' display? Write it up and if this plot goes ahead we'll do a poll for the most popular 3-5 exibits that will actually be there!
Mediator: One that occupies a middle position and searches for balance.
"Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
With all the hoopla of the Valentine's Eve Ball noone noticed that one of the security guards was conspiculously absent. A bribe had been made, clearing the way for a select team of X-Men to make their way back into this darkened hallway. Rumors have been circulating through different channels that perhaps "Humane Treatment For Mutants & Humans Alike" isn't quite as clean as the wind driven snow. This was to be a stealthy mission with no cassualties allowed. If an alarm was sounded it would likely mess everything up so that meant that the X-Men would have to be picture perfect.
***
The hallways was barely lit by the moonlight that streamed in from the far end of the hall. None of the offices on this particular floor had lights on and no footsteps could be heard. It was the perfect starting point for this particular mission.
Mediator: One that occupies a middle position and searches for balance.
"Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
(OOC: Ok... let's be clear... this is a PARTY thread. There will be no fighting or combat in this thread. If insults starts flying and you feel the need to hit someone or something, post a thread out on the street and get your fight underway. Have fun... insult the enemy, but don't exchange blows here. Thank you.)
IC: The building stood only ten floors high, but yet it housed one of the most important organizations for Mutant & Human rights. "Humane Treatment For Mutants & Humans Alike" was a well funded operation that reached out to all men, whether they were human or mutant, in order to help end the suffering and poverty that plagues countries all across the globe. Tonight they were throwing a Valentine's Eve Ball that cost $1,000 per ticket for humans and was completely free for the mutant community. Celebrities that wanted to show how open and friendly they were to all beings had come, along with plenty of politicians. The floors were packed and slowly the mutants were beginning to drift in.
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The lobby and first floor balconies were decorated to the hilt. Silver balloons, pink and red streamers, and more hearts than you could count covered the walls and balcony railing. The lobby had about eight to ten different round tables spread throughout the floor, each one covered with a different tasty hoerderve. Servers dressed to the hilt in tuxedos walked through the crowd, offering glasses of champagne, water, or red wine to anyone interested.
Back in the far corner of the room, a small stage had been set up and a five piece band played various jazz and contemporary music favorites. A large area of the room had been cleared for dancing if anyone was interested and chairs were scattered near the edges of the room in small groups to allow chatting and networking.
(OOC: Enjoy!)
Mediator: One that occupies a middle position and searches for balance.
"Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The players for Spies In Our Midst have been selected as has a time frame. We need more volunteers for the other missions so if you want to join in, put your name out there!
Mediator: One that occupies a middle position and searches for balance.
"Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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