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.
Crickets chirped. Stars twinkled. A fifteen year old dressed all in black swung herself up into a tree. It was a good night to sneak out.
A few stray strands of blonde loosed themselves as she clambered up onto the top of the wall. A messenger bag bounced at her side as she crawled across the top of the wall. It would have been less rough on her hands and knees if she had walked, but she wanted to be less visible from the mansion.
There was another tree on the opposite side of the wall that made for a convenient ladder down. She just had to crawl a couple hundred feet. She was starting to think she should have worn knee pads.
The hair tickled his upper lip, but he thought it was a nice touch. At least, when Eros had given it to him, he had thought it a good idea. As it stood now, Jude was pulling bits of dried leaf out of his false mustache. Mansion security was tight, but it was more focused on keeping unwanted people out. It did a less stellar job at keeping them in.
From his grassy knoll, Jude dared lift his head to see over his hidey-hillock. The gap under the wall was close. Tantalizingly close.
And his head poked up higher when he thought he saw movement. That must have triggered something because Jude felt a whooshing, something passed just barely over his head and ruffled his hair.
His window for escape was fast closing. Time to run!
Another whirr click and a whoosh as something, a net maybe?, fell just short of his feet. Hah! He was so busy gloating over his shoulder at the failed net that the boy did not notice when the wall actually showed up.
WHACK
His hands hit the textured brick divider first. Next, the left side of his mustache. A whirr, click and whoosh added the final insult to his injury. Netted as he was, he could not stand and so he fell into the hole under the wall that only a kid could wriggle through.
Something whacked into the wall in front of her. On the mansion side. Then something wooshed. Katrina instinctively turned invisible in case that noise making thing was someone that may not approve of her sneaking out. She leaned over the edge just a little. Just enough to see something slip into a dark crevice under the wall.
The something groaned softly.
The something, then, was human. Or mutant.
And possibly hurt.
Curiosity more than compassion got the better of her and pushed herself up and walked forward to the point where she had seen the groaning thing disappear. She also checked the other side of the wall. Nothing.
Still invisible, she summoned a little white fox illusion and sent it sniffing under the wall. The little white fox opened his mouth and politely asked, “Please tell me, What are you doing in my wall?”
And now he was hallucinating. Well, if he was going to hallucinate, he might as well go for it.
Jude turned to the little white creature that had spoken to him and looked down his mustache at it. "I am resting."
He wriggled as if settling in for a long nap. His face hurt but his skinny arms poked through the netting easily enough. Jude folded his arms behind his head and the netting pulled up like an awkward poncho. Yes. He meant to be here and that was as a fashion statement.
"Strictly speaking zis is not in your wall. Zis is under your wall." He muttered something about no laws against under wall napping and rolled away from the white creature.
The thing in the wall seemed to not be hurt too badly. It was being cantankerous and contrary, but not moaning in pain or anything like that.
It also had a thick french accent and a very youthful voice that had not yet changed. That meant it was probably the adopted offspring of Ghost and her unicorn husband. Katrina hadn't had much of a chance to talk to him before, but he was spending a lot more time at the mansion these days.
The white fox poked at the thing under the wall with his nose. “Under and over and in are still part of my wall,” the fox insisted. “Out is not. You should come out.”
The fox tilted his head as the boy turned the net into a kind of poncho. Katrina tilted her head, too, up on top of the wall, trying to get a better view.
“What are you doing out here, in the star hours?” The fox turned a circle and gave a little bark at the moon as if to say this was his time of night, when people were supposed to be asleep.
"Why would I come out? I'm resting still." Jude wiggled to settle in more comfortably and then jumped as another net thwapped against the Mansion side of his under wall escape hatch. It must have caught his wiggle.
"On second sought…" He peeked out the freedom side of his escape hatch, past the white fox. His nose was bleeding onto his false mustache, but he didn't seem to notice.
"I don't sink I can use zis way out again." He heaved a sigh and crawled out as best as he was able. It was awkward and slow going with the net.
The net took a little finagling, but he did toss it off of him in the end. "I'm running away, little fox." He did not mind confiding in a talking fox. Though he did wipe his nose with a sniff that set his mustache askew. Blood. Gross. The fox was a mutant, obviously. And any mutant sneaking out of the Mansion was a mutant worth confiding in. "And I don't sink I'll be coming back zis time."
The fox tilted it's head again. Really, this little intruder under the fence was quite intriguing. Running away and not coming back? Like that never happened around here. Still, he sounded a little young to be on his own forever.
The fox barely noticed the net falling over him, through him really. He was white, so maybe he was more of a ghost-fox. He wriggled under through the hole after the boy. Katrina followed along on top of the wall. They were almost to the tree she used as a ladder on the freedom side of the fence.
“Not that you'll ever need to sneak back in, or anything,” advised the fox as it trotted along beside the boy, “but it is probably easier for someone with opposable thumbs to climb up a tree on one side of the fence and down a tree on the other side.”
This here tree was nice, for example. Katrina swung down one of the branches, still invisible, and fell into step behind her fox projection.
She finally got a good look at the boy, now that she wasn't on top of the fence. The most striking feature was, of course, the ridiculous moustache. Under that he was just a kid a couple years younger than herself, about the same age she had been when she had discovered she was a mutant. Dirty, bloody, and not even a block from home yet. He might need a little looking after, she decided. She wasn't the most qualified for the job. Just the most available.
“So, where are you going?” The little fox asked, curiously.
He dusted off his elbows and knees before glancing over his shoulder at the fox. "Good to know."
The tree that the fox must have been talking about wiggled as if greeting him. Well, this was one magical fox mutant. "I might come back. Just not 'till I am older. And... maybe zen by the door." He scratched his mustache and it came off. He sighed and picked it up and stuffed it into his pocket. He knew that it wasn't fooling anyone.
So where was he going? "I am going to live wiz othser mutants who will change zis world." Implying that those living at the Mansion were not. "It needs some changing, you know."
And suddenly there was nothing left to do but go. Jude took three steps before he glanced back at the fox and the very tippy top of the Mansion roof that peeked over the wall. "Would you like to come too, little fox?" It wasn't often that he got to call anything littler than himself.
The little white fox nodded solemnly. It would indeed like to come. It would indeed like to try and change the world.
Confident in both its size and its ability to make a difference in the world the fox followed and invisible Katrina followed, too. They were, after all, going in the right direction.
They crossed the street at the corner, leaving the security of the mansion's walls behind them now. Up above them the sky rumbled like a displeased parent. Some parts of it flashed lighter than the rest. Katrina was now wishing that she had brought an umbrella.
“Tell me, how does someone like you or I change the world?”
Jude stuffed his hands into his pockets and tried to enjoy the night's walk with the little fox. "You already have ze first step down. Zat's more than me." He was walking away from the Mansion with only the clothes on his back and the mustache in his pocket. A bold move for a kid just barely 12.
"You're a mutant, a magical being or a hallucination. In any of zose cases, you have influence in zis world." One day, he would have the power to influence things too. The oracle had showed him. "I don't have any of these sings yet, but I know somebody who does. I can at least help zem." That somebody had convinced him that his own father figure was going to influence the world too, only, in a bad way that none of them wanted.
It was a lot like the stories. The apocalypse was turning son against father. Jude didn't know where his Ghost sat on the matter. He hoped she would understand. Maybe he could sneak a note to her. He really should have thought about that before he left. Hmm.
A silver sedan rolled lazily by like a ghost. The little fox pittered along beside him just as quiet. No one seemed to be in any kind of rush at this hour in this borough. But Jude was. He wanted the future to hurry up already! He wanted to be an independent grown up with all the cares and responsibilities that entailed.
"I was shown some futures, but everysing iz yanked away before it happens." His birthday had come and gone, for example, and he was not yet a mutant. In his future dream, he had been a mutant by the ripe old age of eleven. Now that ship had sailed and it was time for him to take matters into his own hands. (Otherwise he really would get old before anything exciting happened!)
"Zis time it is me who wants to change it. Zis time, I will make my own future."
Time was indeed against them, though not in the way that he meant. Though they were nearing their destination, they were not close enough to completely avoid the coming storm. With a clash of thunder, the skies opened up and let go of everything they had been holding. All the frustrations and angers and tears of the skies.
“Run,” the fox barked over the thunder. And run they did. The fox, the invisible girl, and the boy, too, if he was following directions.
Without having agreed ahead of time on where they were going, they ran to the same place and stopped in front of the same door. The little fox scratched at it, fully expecting someone to open it for them.
The sky opened up so suddenly with rain that they might have been in Minnesota. He ran, but it did him no good. The rain had been hot like the summer and splattered them with big, fat droplets. By the time he and fox reached the door to Future Sight, the only clothes Jude had to his name were soaked through. He opened the door and a little chime heralded their entrance with a merry jingle.
A sense of right, a lifting tingle. Yes. He had made the right decision. And it was all here just as he remembered it. The chairs, the round bit of glass, the book shelves and a bleary eyed Eros. Well, the sleepiness was new. "I want." He panted from his run. "to Save Tomorrow."
"You're bleeding."
He was? Oh. His nose. Jude scrubbed at his face with his arm. The rain had probably made it look worse than it was. "I had a fight with a wall." The wall won. That wasn't important.
He sucked in one last reserve of air and then let everything he had planned tumble out of his lips all at once. "Mister Eros, me and zis fox are from ze Mansion. I don't know if you remember, but I want to help and I want to do it right. I'm not a mutant yet, but I'll wash dishes or do laundry or vacuum...?" Surely even the Oracle needed to vacuum every now and again.
Soaking wet, Katrina sloshed in after her illusion fox and the little boy who wanted to save tomorrow. Hearing Jude speak about how he would do anything to help the cause renewed Katrina's resolve to also do her best.
The little white fox shimmered, then flickered out. In it's place stood a blonde teenager wearing all black and every bit as soaked as the fox had been. She smiled at Jude, then turned to the older man.
“Eros, I want to help, too. I brought the proof Letitia requested that shows I have what it takes to help, and like Jude, I too will do anything to help save tomorrow.”
His approval felt like warmth washing over her, and even though she was shivering from the rain, she didn't feel the cold.
Eros smiled a tired smile and ushered then in, “Come in and let's get you both dried off and warm.”
Letitia poked her head in from the doorway. “Meeting time! Have you seen Elias? He was supposed to be putting the groceries away.” She turned the corner and stuck her head through the purple curtain into the kitchen. “Are you finished yet?”
Once she was assured that he would be coming any moment she flounced her way over to one of the beat up arm chairs in the main room. Oracle shop by day, army head quarters by night.
Eros disappeared to find towels and all the other children trickled in, each finding their own seat. Marco the speedster, Alister the future seer, the yin / yang twins Julia and Crow, each had their own place in the circle. Soon Elias the shark boy joined from the kitchen with a bowl of tuna and a spoon. Letitia made a face at the smell as a rat crawled up onto its place on her shoulder, ready to whisper into her ear.
Eros returned with towels for Jude and Katrina, smiled at them all and said, “Good, it looks like we're ready to begin.”
