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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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 the background check had come in, Amelia had rushed to read it.
She'd read it. She didn't like what she'd read.
Apparently, Gawain had a spotty past, with all sorts of troubles. Fought giant monsters. Got arrested (and let out). And yes, she'd confirmed, he lived in the mansion. Track him down, she did.
Her fist knocked on the door to his mansion room.
She needed answers. She wanted to talk. She wasn't sure really, what thoughts she had in her head. If she was mad, if she was sad, she did not know. These were all very complicated, mixed feelings. She'd know more when she saw his face.
"Gawain," she called through the door. "It's Amelia. Can we talk?"
She was wearing her best jeans and black hoodie with a Homestuck broken record tee underneath, and it was after school on a weekday. Where else would he be and what would he have better to do than talk? Unless he was avoiding her, currently crawling out the window of his room, that is...
"Go away!" Maya yelled. She was not in a good mood. All right. Understatement. Maya was in a really, really sh*tty mood. Kind of constantly ever since Seattle. People needed to leave her/him alone. She would have been in the DR punching something, but some stupid brat had some stupid class scheduled, and so she was sulking in her room. That is, until someone knocked.
>>"Gawain. It's Amelia. Can we talk?"
"Sh*t." Maya muttered, suddenly in panic. What was Amelia doing on front of her door? On a **** Maya-day?! S/he had not called her since they got back. That was probably not very nice. But then again, Mirror has not been very nice in general either, lately.
Slowly walking towards the door as if chtulhu was on the other side, Maya sighed, and opened the door, looking at the girl with an eyebrow arched. She was wearing a tank top and sleeping shorts. Arms folded over her chest.
Rage flared in Amelia's eyes. Catty teenage rage. It was a new feeling. She hadn't dealt with that sort of thing very often.
"Oh." She said, tonelessly. "Who are you?"
There was a girl in Gawain's room. A girl that she did not know. And this girl had told her to go away.
Why was there a girl in Gawain's room that she did not know? This, she determined, demanded answers immediately. And maybe a bit of hair-pulling? Hm. Maybe not.
Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Mirror was good at acting. She was usually better at acting when she was less upset. Right now, she was really upset. And the girl she had kissed before Seattle, the cute little one, she was here, glaring daggers. Damage control.
>>"Oh. Who are you?"
Your boyfriend, that's who.
"I'm Maya. Gawain's twin. He's not here. Go away."
Twin. Twin?! Amelia didn't believe it. And she certainly wasn't going away that easily. Nope. She had set aside a good portion of her afternoon, her quality homework-doing, friend-talking-to, time. And she was going to use it to contact Gawain.
"Where is he?" She quested. "Can I wait here for him? It's kind of important."
Fair question, actually. "Amelia," she said. "We went on a couple of dates. But he hasn't called in forever, so I got worried."
She watched this other girl carefully to see if she reacted a specific way to this revelation. She had never had the opportunity (yes, opportunity) to tell a girl her boyfriend was cheating on her with another woman*. Especially when that woman* was her.
*Girl
Amelia didn't usually date filthy cheaters. She tended to avoid it. Liars are not attractive. Nope, not at all.
>> "Amelia. We went on a couple of dates. But he hasn't called in forever, so I got worried."
"Ah" Maya nodded, looking at her for a long moment. Was she fishing?... Did she know something? She did find her room in the Mansion. Maybe somebody told her the rest?... Whoever it was, they were going to die slowly and painfully.
"Don't worry, he's fine. I would know if he wasn't. But he is out patrolling or somethin'. Just leave him a message..."
"I am his friggin' substitute is what I am" Maya smirked "But I do take messages."
She really did not want to do this. But she really did not want Ami to find out about the gender shifting either. And she was totally fine if she hated Maya. Even better. She would not want to hang out with the both of him/her, at least. And Maya was very good at making people dislike her.
Looking Ami up and down slowly, she arched an eyebrow.
"Is there anything I can do for you? Anything the brat can do, I can do better..."
>>"Okay. Sure. Can you tell him that he's a jerk?"
Maya smirked and nodded. "Sure, I tell him that on a daily basis. He really is a jerk isn't he."
He was feeling like a jerk. Right now.
>>"And that I was worried sick."
Maya swallowed and nodded again. Sweet little Ami. She was sassy and brave and oh so little did she know how things really were. Maya really did feel like a jerk now.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. I don't really see why ya'd worry though. He's not much of a catch."
"Nah, not really. He has girls all over him but he's really not much of a catch. Trust me, I have been livng with him long enough. I know him as much as I know myself. And maybe ya haven't noticed but I'm a bitch. So. Don't worry about him he's just fine. Go find a decent guy."
First, she was like 'GRR, RAWRGH. Kill Kill Kill'. And then she was like 'huh, what?' And now, she was shocked. She actually felt like defending the jerk.
This girl probably was Gawain's sister. After all, who but family would talk so candidly about someone they cared about? Unless this girl had found out about Gawain's womanizing ways and had killed him and stashed the body, in which case Amelia really had to have the presence of mind to run for the hills here and now. But that was unlikely.
So. Defending.
Amelia frowned. "How can you say that about your own brother?" She asked. "He might be an idiot. Get himself into trouble, and try too hard, but..." Dammit. She'd been mad, and now she didn't want to storm off and leave the bitch high and dry. "He seemed like a pretty good guy to me. Kind of shocked to hear that apparently, he's like this huge womanizing philanderer or something."
Yeah, okay. This conversation was getting weird. She'd liked it better when she hadn't wanted to defend the bastard that had never called.
