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.
Amelia did not mope. Often. When she did, it showed.
Beth sighed at the girl. As she shook her head at the comment, her glasses caught the light. "You don't mean that. You can't."
"No." Amelia said decidedly. "It's true. Hate guys." She was adamant on this fact. There was no shaking her decision. It was set in stone.
Gawain had not called after the second date. Yet. And it had been a while.
Maybe something had happened to him? That thought had been there on day 5. On day 6, it had advanced into a 'maybe he forgot about me'. From there, it had proceeded to her current statement, like a person on their sickbed proceeds towards death.
"He'll call." Beth insisted. "It isn't like you're forgettable."
"Meh," Amelia spat. "Boys make me want to hit something." Beth's eyes lit up. "... What?" Amelia asked.
Her plain, dark-haired friend grinned from ear to ear.
~*~
"I can't believe you talked me into this." Amelia stated, staring in the mirror at her new costume.
Beth smacked her on the back with a laugh that dismissed any dismissive attitudes in the dressing room. "You look awesome."
"It reminds me of the Renaissance fair," Amelia mourned.
"It should. You're wearing killer gear they'd be jealous of. " She paused to do inventory, looking her friend up and down as she did. "Boots: Kick ass. Pants. Blue. Perfect. Shirt. Blue. Matches. And your tabard?"
"Crazy similar to Sir Gawain's." Amelia noted dryly.
"Mhm," Beth nodded cheerfully.
"You're... trying to make me feel better and forget about him by wearing his symbol and beating people with a foam noodle sword?" Amelia blinked. "That's... I mean, you're cool and all, Beth, and I don't think this could be anything but, but... Logic. Fail. Epic omega fail. Really?"
"Really," Beth grinned.
"Okay." Amelia shrugged. She'd been convinced. She'd try anything once. She'd never done this before, and she wasn't one to turn away a friend's offers of aid. She wasn't one to mourn and mope forever, either. Although it sure was fun. She'd do this. "Where's my sword?"
Beth pulled out the boffer and held it horizontally in front of her Lady, displaying the Legendary blade in all its glory. Amelia took the red foam noodle thing. She would brandish this like a champ.
Out onto the battlefield, they went. After crossing New York city utilizing bus routes and foot routes to Central Park and their meeting place, of course. Ignoring any and all looks on the way.
He'd been walking around the streets of new york near central park, minding his own business, when out of nowhere, people in medieval garb started popping out of the wood works. needless to say, it was a cockroaches job to do that, so he was intrigued that someone else would be attempting to do that same. Perhaps they were trying to push his six legged friends out of their profession!
He imagined a cockroach meeting where a bunch of tiny bugs were screaming. "They took-r jobs!"
He couldn't stand for this. He wanted to beat them with a stick, or something!
He followed the closest group, a couple young girls, hiding behind trees and the like as he neared where many of them were gathering... And then one of them pulled out a stick.
My god, it was like they were begging to be flogged. A glance to another group found that they were fighting with similar sticks!
"Oh my... What ever could this be?"
He spoke, mystified as he wandered out into the open, watching with the cockroach equivalent of wide eyes... which was pretty much normal.
"You there, tween, tell me what this is!" He pointed at Ami, his antennae waggling like a pair of puppy dog tails.
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"You were supposed to take your mind off of this with the LARPing," Beth reminded her.
Amelia shrugged. "We aren't hitting things with sticks yet."
"True... ah! But I see the group just ahead!"
The duo approached their group. Altogether, there would be 6 girls for the game. Fair. Balanced. Although none of them had the skills Amelia had. The nonexistent LARPing, terrifyingly-existing kicking skills. Thank goodness kicking wasn't part of LARPing! Not that that would stop her...
The apparent leader of the group had shoulder-length blond hair and looked like the cheerleading type. What she was doing LARPing was anyone's guess.
At her side, a cohort dressed in black with a bob of blue assisted. She wore black lipstick and eye shadow.
A girl in nothing but pink nodded dutifully, arranging the swords as the two tweens directed. Pink armor. Pink tabard. Bubblegum pink hair. She. Liked. Pink.
The last of the group was fairly normal. There wasn't anything outstandingly different about her. She wasn't a pink pop punk princess or a anime-loving goth. She wasn't an ex-head cheerleader, kicked off the team by her mates for socializing with lowbie-level geeks. (A total setup, that. She hadn't even egged the principal's car like they'd said). She wasn't a nerd or Amelia. She played Band. She was good. She'd been dragged into this by her friends.
Their names were Alana (Blond), Ruby (Pink), Sarah (Blue), and Shelly (plain. But looking good in that witch's hat). They were all Amelia's friends. Of the many. They were the only ones that LARPed.
Beth waved. The rest of the girls turned to wave back. Then, their jaws dropped. Waving slowed. One of them pulled out a mage's staff. The witch held it up defensively. And didn't cast spells. How forgetful of her!
Amelia was like 'What the hell?' And then the giant walking talking cockroach behind them caught their attention and forced them to turn.
Amelia's eyes fell on him as he addressed her, practically calling her out.
Beth. Screamed. Amelia didn't. Nope, not really.
He was a mutant, obviously, and interested in their game. Maybe they needed a seventh for the bopping? She'd never bashed a giant cockroach with a foam noodle before. It had the potential to be fun.
... Plus, he was a guy, and right now she wanted to beat one of those types up. This was not necessarily a conflict of interests.
"Hey," she said casually, arching an eyebrow. "What's your name?"
She didn't answer his question The one next to her screamed. He gracefully didn't eat her. Oh well, he was fairly certain he knew what this was! It was one of those games where people dressed in period clothing and hit each other with sticks while slinging beanbags at each other and calling them spells!
He wanted to join in! He would jump into the fray, and destroy his fellow warriors on the field of battle! The giant bug looked about at his would be opponents, his antennae excitedly twitching about. He looked at the girls... he tilted his head to look behind the girls. He got up on his tippie toes, and turned to look behind him... Oh boy...
Dissapoint Roach was dissapoint.
He looked at the people as they gathered. They looked nothing like the warriors he'd imagined. In his mind's eye, he'd seen seven foot tall vikings waving about battle axes, valiant knights, dirty peasants with pitchforks. Instead he got the female cast of glee.
Oh well. When life gives you lemons, you smack a baby and eat the neighbor's dog, right? He was pretty sure that's how that saying went.
He reached out and grabbed the nearest weapon, and spoke in a valiant tone. "I am the man who is about to beat you in battle!"
With no further warning, he swung at the pink one.
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The pink one squeaked as the stolen witch's staff hit her.
Silence reigned in the group of girls as Amelia arched an eyebrow. Then, she killed it. "Yeah." Amelia said. "Pretty sure you're supposed to be dead, Ruby."
Ruby said something that would have made a sailor blush as she 'politely' lay down on the grass and prayed she didn't get grass stains. Green was not pink.
"So, yeah." Amelia turned back to the cockroach. She grabbed her sword and moved to bop him on the head. "It's on."
