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.
It had taken awhile, especially in the aftermath of the X mission Sam had brought her on without asking her mother first, but Katrina had finally convinced her mother to let her sleep over at the oracle shop with the rest of her “coworkers”. Only on weekend nights, and she had to keep her cell phone on her at all times, etcetera etcetera. It would have been easier to just keep sneaking out in the middle of the night, except that she was running low on bus money, having spent it all on Christmas presents and donating the last little bit to the frisbee team. That, and her “after school job” at Future Sight was pretty much a volunteer position, not a paid one.
As she settled into her sleeping bag on the floor of the girls' room, she thought it was worth it. The less sneaking around behind her mom's back, the easier things were.
It wasn't long before Katrina could hear the slow breathing of the two other girls that indicated they were sleeping. The low gentle, breaths belonged to Julia, while the little “squirrel snoring” was all Letitia. Soon, the little illusionist, too, was dozing off.
She was flying, high high above the nighttime landscape. The entire world was dark, there were no stars, no moon, no light of any kind. The vibrations on the old engine were familiar and comforting. She could feel the wind buffeting the wings like they were extensions of her own arms.
Up ahead, one the ground far below, she could see patches of light. They were circular, as if illuminated by a streetlamp, but they were much, much larger, almost like little self contained worlds.
Flying closer to one of the worlds, the little pilot could see that it was city, but larger. A person could easily fit into the cracks in the walls, follow the pathways along the tops of pipes, and traverse the city along the many interconnected highways through the walls and sewers. With good balance, one could even walk on top of power lines to get from place to place. And that's what everyone was doing. Hundreds of New York commuters were carrying briefcases going this way and that all through a city that belonged to giant rats. One of the unusually sized rodents looked up at her as she flew over, but then ignored her like she was nothing more than a fly buzzing past.
The lights of the rat city faded and the little pilot flew over darkness briefly before another of the scenes opened up before her. This one was filled with water, a giant endless ocean of water so clear she could see all the way to the bottom, miles and miles below. Animals of every kind swam past, glowing with fluorescence, lighting the way ahead of them. A neon pink squid with arms that stretched out farther than she could even see made its way regally along the bottom. Soon it was joined by a lime green whale and a violently violet jelly fish the size of a house. A fish with teeth as long as her airplane and glowing as white hot as the sun came next, followed by what looked like a school of tiny little suns. More and more creatures joined them until their colors blended into a brilliant rainbow ribbon that stretched as far as she could see. It was an army. Deliberately the rainbow moved forward, rippling with a terrible beauty. Forward, ever forward, it swam toward an underwater dome where terrified humans prepared for the inevitable onslaught.
The colors faded once again into darkness for a moment before she flew over yet another world. This one was a maze. In parts the pathways were as dark, stony, and tall as the ramparts of a castle. In other areas, they crumbled to nothing under the weight of draping ivy and hedges twisted pedestrians this way and that. In some places the walls were white washed into drab monotony, and in still others they were reminiscent of modern day hallways; doctor's offices, high school locker lined corridors, business places filled with cubicles, and many other places the little pilot couldn't even recognize.
This time, she was determined to land, so she could explore. Expertly, she alighted in a courtyard that was just barely long enough for a runway. She stepped out of the plane, then rounded the corner to find herself in what looked like the hallway of a college building. The doors were all closed, and all of them had the same name inscribed on the little gold plaque: Dr. Edward Shaw. One of the doors was open, and quiet voices floated out from it. One of them, the younger, cockier one, was familiar.
“ ...needs to die. It's the only way,” the young voice sounded so confident in his convictions. “What's in it for you?” The older man was skeptical. It sounded like he had many a back room deal before. “I need a vial for myself.” “Just one?” “I'll only need the one of that and...,” there was a pause, as if the boy heard something. “Excuse me, but we will have to continue this conversation at a later date.”
Sensing that she was about to have company in the hallway, the little pilot turned herself invisible. A young boy with tousled blonde hair and a cocky smile emerged from the room. Deliberately he closed the door behind himself, then turned and walked down the hallway without glancing around. At least, he didn't appear to do so; his eyes were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, which he adjusted into a more comfortable position on his nose.
Katrina started. She knew this boy; it was Alister, the future seer. If he was here, then she must be in his dream. If she was in his dream, perhaps she could learn a thing or two about what he was up to while she was here. Perhaps that was her purpose for being here in the first place, though she couldn't quite remember why she had come or what she was looking for. Dream logic was tricky like that. She followed him as he walked down the hall away from the doctor's office.
He was very deliberate about where he went from there.
“The vial, the vial...” he muttered to himself as he walked. “What do I need it for?”
The rounded another corner and quite suddenly they were in a hallway that was very familiar, in front of a door that she knew well: her own bedroom door. Alister turned the knob, then both seer and invisible dreamwalker entered.
“You're sure this won't change the outcome?” Katrina was startled to hear her own voice, and see her own face searching Alister's for the truth. “Yes.” Ever confident, that boy was. “Fine. I'll take it then.” He pulled something small out of his breast pocket and handed it to Katrina's other self.
The seer walked over to the window that was always left open a crack and widened the opening. With a sly grin, he lifted his leg over the sill and a moment later was gone. The dreamwalker didn't even have time to inspect what he had given to her other self; if she was going to keep following him, she had to go now.
Outside, any traces of the maze of hallways was gone. A foggy forest spread all around them. The scenery was so different from the rigid hallway structure that it was almost as if they were now in someone else's dream entirely. Except Alister was still there, leading the way confidently through fog that swirled to form visions.
On her desk, a new photo stood in its frame: the mayor, holding out her hand for a young blonde girl to shake. The other hand holding a ceremonial key. The picture was next to a vase filled with flowers. It would be difficult to find anything in the room that wasn't next to flowers. For some reason the whole room was filled with them. At the desk Katrina sat, pensively finishing a letter. Finally, she signed with the line, “Love always, Katrina”. She folded the paper into a crane and set it gently on top of a carefully folded teal scarf on her pillow. The last thing she did was check to make sure something was in her pocket, then glance around the room as if seeing it for the last time before turning to leave.
The mists swirled, hiding the desk and all the items on it once again. Then a new scene began to form, just beyond the edge of the cloud. A church spire loomed over a group of intimidating looking people, with hawks on shoulders and swords in hand.
"We aren't ending the world; we're starting a new one," The baby blue eyes were as cold as the steel that pressed against her neck. “If you don't believe me, kill me now.” She said the last words, staring not at Calley who held the sword in his hand, but at the unicorn who seemed to hold Calley in his hand. She knew full well what would happen next.
The mists swirled faster now and the images within them came quicker to the forefront.
She lay there, listening to the sad goodbyes. She didn't move, not even when her true love came to kiss her awake. This wasn't a fairy tale. It just didn't work like that. She had to remain dead, or the world would end.
Later, a boy with sunglasses lifted the lid to her coffin and injected her arm with something that woke her from her drugged stupor. She sat up and raised a suspicious eyebrow at him. Where did he get all these miracle medicines? Never mind, she had work to do.
Another step, another image.
They had to hurry. They had to get there before it was too late. The blonde girl held the hand of an older girl with brown roots and white ends to her hair. When they got to the state capitol building, the scene was utter chaos. A black unicorn, a white one, two brown haired boys with swords standing shoulder to shoulder with revenge in their hearts, an army of zealots, and an army of zombies, children facing off against children. Were they too late?
A fiery explosion left her eyes dancing with the after glow. That couldn't have been real. She stepped closer to the scene, then ran forward. There was something she had to find. Something important.
The dreamwalker staggered backwards, away from the image. She ran right into the blonde boy with sunglasses and tripped, falling back into a sitting position right at his feet. He looked down at her, eyes shielded by sunglasses. He could clearly see her, though.
Crap. “What is happening?”
“This is what your future looks like. Wasn't that what you intended to see when you trespassed into my dreams?”
Crap crap crap. Katrina twisted around, sheepishly turning to face the younger boy.
“You know, I don't usually wear these in dreams,” Alister stated, tapping the sunglasses frame with his fore finger, then raised them until she could see his eyes for the first time.
The darkness was all around her, smothering. Katrina sat straight up, panting. Mist still clung to the floor all around her. Tentatively she fanned at it, willing it to go back to the dream before it could start to make any more terrible images.
The mist swirled around a pair of feet that looked solid enough. They were attached to a very tousled head of hair and a pair of eyes that were hidden by a pair of sunglasses tilted askew; Alister looked real, even with the mists curling around him.
His feet stirred up clouds of ominous flowers and unicorns as he stumbled close to where Katrina's sleeping bag lay. She tried not to look at the shapes the mists formed. The young seer bent over, feeling for her hand, checking to make sure she was there. He would have a hard time seeing, she realized, with a pair of sunglasses worn in the dark.
“Alister?” She whispered so as not to wake up the other girls.
He bent low over her, holding her face in his hands to make sure she didn't look away. “Don't you ever do that again,” he hissed quietly.
How did he manage to do that? How did he manage to make her feel like she was the child of twelve and he was the one who was the almost adult?
“Sorry,” she whispered back. “It's not like I...”
“...did it on purpose?” He finished her sentence for her with a sneer. “Right. Next time, just ask and you can see your future during daylight hours like everyone else.”
Katrina frowned at her reflection in the sunglasses. She hadn't even wanted to see her future, he knew that. So why was he being so touchy? Did he... was he hiding something?
He frowned right back at her, “Just... forget it.”
As if she could forget what she saw. The fog that swirled around them, the fog that only she could see, still formed images of goodbye letters folded into cranes, children lining up to do battle and...
Katrina blinked. Alister was still kneeling there, as if he couldn't forget it either. No longer the cocky, grown up seer, but a kid frowning uncertainly behind his crooked sunglasses.
“It was just a dream,” Katrina tenderly reminded him. Just a dream, and surely it was no more certain than the potential futures he saw all day long. Even less so, because it was a dream. “There's nothing to to be scared of. C'mon, let me tuck you back in.”
“I'm not,” he protested, but he still let her lead him back to his own bunk in the room across the hallway and tuck the covers firmly and safely under his chin.