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.
Contact was painful. A shoulder, connecting with a chest. The shoulder was bulky and strong, encased in stiff leather. The leather smelled new. The grass, as the lawyer fell towards it, smelled fresh-cut. If one were to judge the shoulder's owner by his current actions, one would have to guess the new jacket, like the fresh-cut grass, was not something properly owned. The man in the leather jacket had not obtained the jacket legally. He didn't own it, just as one could not own the grass, or the clouds in the sky. He had owned Aurum, though. Hard. He'd taken his wallet.
Aurum hit the fresh-cut grass with a painful-sounding expelling of air that sounded just short of a dog barking. "Oof!"
Footsteps clapped against the sidewalk. By the time Aurum opened his eyes, his mugger was several yards away, and shrinking into the distance.
Three letters coalesced in the foreground of Aurum's mind. An F. An M. And an L.
Central park. A nice place, good for making a few bucks with a violin. It was also the fastest way home from Work for Seyta. Luckily the weather was nice enough for the walk. The few coworkers she talked to always though she was a bit crazy for coming through here at night though. Muggers and mutants hiding in every bush. None of that was a problem for her, the man up ahead of her though did have such a problem.
The mugger stole the mans wallet and ran towards her. AS he got in range of her power she did a quick coin toss in her head, let him pass or intervene and possibly get a reward of some kind. Rewards were nice, especially in her position. Help the man it was. Stepping out in front of the mugger she braced herself, seeing how big he was the thought better of it and knelt down aiming a fist for the male sweet spot. Seyta didn't know a guy could scream that high. Seeing the wallet he had dropped as he fell over she picked it up and turned to him. "See, this is why you ask nicely. So s*** like this doesn't happen when you get caught." Seyta emphasized her statement with a hard kick to the muggers gut.
Walking over to the original victim of the night she dropped the wallet on his chest crossed her arms and waited. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for but then again Seyta wasn't sure what to do after a fight either. "You're welcome... I guess." there, not she wouldn't seem like she was waiting for something...hopefully.
He heard the squeal of pain. He saw the person standing by the mugger. Had she been there before? He spared a moment of sympathy for the mugger, then dismissed it. Who the hell had his wallet, now!?
This day sucked. This night? Sucked. The mugger agreed. "Urgh. Where da hell'd you come frum?" He grumbled unintentionally, clutching himself and rocking back and forth on the ground.
Even if the mugger hadn't noticed her, she stood out clearly in his mind, now. At least, the pain did. And what she'd done. As she left, he became less familiar with the memory of what she'd looked like, or what she said. All he recalled were the physical things, and how angry he was at the world.
Aurum's wallet his his chest. His eyes snapped up to the woman who'd rescued it. Apparently, she HAD rescued it. And not just stolen it from a thief. Some people actually did that. The woman was pretty, in a forgettable sort of way.
"Thanks," Aurum said. And just so he didn't look completely pathetic, he found his way back to his feet. "If you hadn't been there, he'd have gotten away."
