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.
He had been meditating, concentrating on the utter silence of the cave, his mind wrapped around the peace and sought his inner self he tapped into the cold that allowed him to slip into hibernation and moved into an absolute stillness that few warm blooded creatures could achieve. He had been there for minutes or hours, he could not say, when his grandfather’s voice announced to him in guttural Japanese. “It is time. Pack your things, today your return to the West.”
Koga’s cold black orbs opened, not knowing what form his grandfather would take in front of him. Today he appeared to him as the Dragon. What he called his true form, though Koga suspected his true form would likely be the most dried up and shriveled elderly Japanese man anyone had ever seen. He stood without questioning the behemoth in front of him and began to make ready for the trip.
Koga folded his robes, neatly, he packed the rest of the humble monk clothing that he had grown accustomed to over the year. He packed and folded the black as night clothing that he had decided befitted a ninja, his time on the mountain schooled him in the fact that, to hide best was to hide in plain sight. In ancient times it was best to mark yourself as a civilian, as someone who belonged. He still clung somewhat to the clothing and style he imagined would come with ninjitsu. If he wanted to hide he simply had to take everything off and let his mutation make him disappear. Next into a separate duffle bag, he packed the weapons he had forged and been gifted from the monks and his grandfather. It would by far be the heaviest of his luggage.
He rolled up his mat that had been his bed and gathered the few bobbles that he had found amusing along the way. He put them in his bag that held his meager possessions from before he had come to the mountaintop and his grandfather. His existence had lacked most luxuries life had to offer, he found he didn’t miss them much, he had kept himself utterly busy. He had trained in every way he could imagine; his being was solid, and starving for social interaction. The monks and his grandfather were so far removed from the world that it was hard at first to come to understand who and what they were. But with time he had adjusted to the resounding peace of the mountain.
Ryuichi slid his bags over a shoulder and found that they didn’t weigh nearly as much as they looked like they should. He walked into the training area and bowed deep and long to his masters that were in meditation, there was no good bye needed, but he would show them this one last respect.
He made his way to his grandfather. He wasn’t sure if he would be making his way to the states on his own or if he would be taking a flight via Tokyo. The truth was he would be taking a flight he had not expected.
His grandfather in all of his glory waited coiled on a ledge that he came and left from. His eyes settled on his grandson and plucked his bags from his shoulder, he palmed them in huge clawed fist. He offered his other hand to his latest spawn and gently picked him up.
The phrase hit his ears with a enough time to follow the instructions. “Take a deep breath.” Mizuchi rocketed them into the sky, enormous wings exploded from the eastern dragon’s back all feathers, fur and scale. The creature that was his father’s father carried them in a blistering fury over the ocean, and an expanse that he would late guess was Canada when they took a turn for the south He started to see the sky scrapers, the buildings he had climbed all over. The city he called home. The blue and white beast shot to the ground like living lightning the trip couldn’t have taken an hour; he didn’t believe it physically possible. From a secluded mountaintop in Japan to Central park. Park goers scattered from what, they didn’t know. A simple fear flowed over them and they knew to run.
Mizuchi tossed the luggage to the ground, still in minor disdain that he lowered himself to carrying luggage, even for his grandchild the task was beneath him. The giant face aligned itself with the youth it had planted in central park. A giant claw snaked forward and touched his chest lightly. “Awaken the Dragon within.”
Koga fell to his knees and bowed deeply to his Grandfather. A great gust of wind encompassed him and likely the whole park. By the time he decided to look up once more, only Gawkers remained. He gathered his bags onto his shoulders and made his way back to the Mansion. That would be the first step in finding Katrina and Shinbo and Sam.
A piece of news paper smacked into his chest and as he peeled it off of himself he couldn’t help but glare. Mizuchi had spoken of redeeming himself. The spread detailing the numbers of kidnapped children seemed a good place to start.
