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.
Returned books went there, then they went there, or there, or there. Organize them in the cart, then push the cart around and around. Shelving duty was routine. It was a process. It was boring, and it was fun. What exciting book would be shelved today?
It had been a while since the break-up. She hadn't let it break her. Why would a heartbreak over some kid change who she was? Amelia didn't see a reason for it, and if he came in to read a book (an unlikely possibility), he'd just have to deal with it. Amelia hadn't let her dumping Gawain change who her friends were, or where she went. By now, she'd gotten over it. All that was left were snarky comments and allusions to certain facts. But there was no talking in a library, certainly not while shelving books. So shelf, she did.
Today, she was in non-fiction, in the science section. Technology. The book she was shelving dealt with electronics and robotics. Interesting stuff.
The mansion's library was one of the few places in the entire place that Ruby could hear her own thoughts in relative peace. No, the fox girl wasn't a mind reader, but people tended to be loud for some reason, and when you had sensitive hearing, it was a real pain to find someplace quiet. The thing was, if Ruby didn't have some sort of peace and quiet for at least a little while, she would become frazzled and not be able to think on her equations correctly for a while.
While she could work on her homework just fine in her room, Ruby's robots were a different matter entirely. She had to have peace, quiet, and tranquility in order to do anything at all, especially sketching out plans - like she was doing now, on a fairly large piece of graph paper. She sat there, wearing her oversized Wall-E shirt with her good blue jeans, some of her normal sketching clothes.
The fox girl had probably the majority of the mechanical and robotics books spread out on the table in front of her while she worked, each turned to a specific page. Midst her frantic scribbling onto a full scale sketch of what appeared to be a robotic arm, Ruby was forced to push her oversized glasses up her nose on occasion, trying her best to fight the annoyance of the accursed spectacles. Between the sounds of the frantic scribbling of her pen, occasional book page turns, and the sound of the one other presence in the library, it appeared as if this was the perfect place to work on her new plans.
While robotic arms already existed, there could be some considerable modifications made to them that could make them, essentially, the next big thing in replacement limbs, even moreso than it was already, for perhaps human modifications for a superior model of a person. But maybe Ruby was getting ahead of herself.
Ruby's green eyes scanned over the other books, a million thoughts going through her head at once, when she realized something. There was one book in her arrangement that was missing, and she knew that if she didn't get up to retrieve it now, she never would. Who knew what sort of mistake she would make if she didn't? With a soft scraping noise, she scooted her chair back, then made her way over to the section that a person just so happened to be in. Since they just happened to be putting books back in the section she was going to, she might as well socialize a little. Not that Ruby was anti-social normally. She was just hard at work
"Do you have The Character of Physical Law by Richard Feynman? It was checked out last week, and I was wondering if it came in, today," Ruby inquired politely of the young woman.
She knew who Feynman was, vaguely. The Challenger disaster was a pretty big thing in history text books, after all, and he'd been part of the president's investigation team, and the one who'd displayed how the shuttle's O-rings weren't as resilient in cold weather. As for the other things he was famous for... she didn't know as much.
Fargle, Farnsworth, Felps, Feynman... ah, there it was. Right before Frizzle. She plucked the book off the cart. Frizzle almost seemed to flop on her side in disappointment. Amelia turned, and held the book out towards the much younger girl. Then, she arched an eyebrow. Girl had fox ears... and a tail. Interesting. Cute.
"What are you researching?" She asked carelessly. After all, she was interested in science, too. It never hurt to learn something new. Except when it did.
The lady that held all of the books seemed kind of nice. Ruby had seen her working here before and she really didn't mind her, considering the fact she didn't make a lot of noise when she put things back. Ruby had been to some libraries where one girl would just gab away on her cell phone while she was filing the books back where they belonged. It was an awful experience, and her voice was so very shrill, the fox girl’s ears were ringing for at least a week. When it came to her work or her studies, all the little genius wanted was some peace and quiet.
Ruby reached out and grabbed the book, handling it with the most delicate of care. It was as if she was handling a baby bird or a kitten, if one looked at the way she held the book so carefully to her chest. The electric took in the other girl’s appearance for a little bit, swearing that she recognized her from somewhere. Suddenly her ear’s perked up in recognition and her green eyes lit up, this girl was one of the X-men and despite her sisters less than stellar feelings about them right now, she was glad to see another one of them on semi daily bases.
“Well I’m looking at Dr. Freyman’s lectures at the moment and seeing if there is anything I can use for what I’m working on. You see his theories are prevalent in other’s works but I wanted to take a look at his original work and see if there is anything others are missing. Whether or not he will be helpful to my work as a whole in the long run has yet to be seen,” Ruby answered, green eyes gazing briefly at the spine of the book.
While the fox girl knew she wasn't nearly as intelligent or as informed as some of these individuals, this of course didn't mean that they would be always helpful to her projects.
Amelia nodded. "Makes sense." It never hurt to check the original source. But the girl still wasn't being very specific. "But what are you working on?" She asked, smiling all the while. Sometimes, people got so caught up in what they were doing, they forgot to make it clear what they were doing. Everything flowed in a perfect line of logic for them that other people couldn't possibly have missed.
It was times like this she wished she knew more about everything, so she could chime in something clever about Feynman or his works. You didn't need to know it all to shelve it all, though. Back, she turned to her work, as she divided her focus between books and girl.
Ruby's ears twitched slightly when the girl asked what she was working on again. Hadn't she told her? Did she really have to be that specific on what she was working on? After all, what if she was working on something important for the government and she asked her that? Then she would have had to say classified and put her on the governments watch list, which is a terrible list to be on.
"I'm working on some robotic research. If I can make a roomba or a battle bot, which are fairly complex on their own, the roomba being far more complex than the battle bot hilariously enough. I can surely make more advanced things. I just have to do the research." Ruby replied. "My only concern is creating something sub par in comparison to my other creations. Working from scratch is a lot harder than worker from a schematic."
The fox girl wasn't trying to act superior in any way, she just stated what was a simple fact. She knew very well of what she was capable of, but she was always willing to push those boundaries and with her research she could possibly break them all together. This was exactly what Ruby needed to break her out of the funk she had been having as of late.
Being in a creative slump wasn't healthy for someone like her and despite the toys she was fixing and the people she was made happy, she felt empty. The little genius needed something more to keep her occupied, something to challenge what she thought and how she felt about things. If she wasn't challenged there was no point in her continuing any research at all.
"Battle bot," Amelia said. Her head tilted slightly as she looked curiously at the girl. "Aren't those the things they send into caged death matches against other 'bots?"
She'd heard of that show, but wasn't sure if it was still on. Maybe the events were still happening, even if a network hadn't claimed it to broadcast to the world.
Roomba bots, she didn't know anything about. So she latched onto the one thing she vaguely did. She could follow the girl's train of logic precisely, if she wanted to avoid building a crappy robot. Crappy robots rarely won brawls.
