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.
Jaxon rolled over, slapping the alarm clock that was currently assaulting her ears. Never mind that she didn’t remember having an alarm clock; she woke and slept fairly regularly so she usually didn’t need one and when she did she used her cell-phone alarm. Without looking around, Jax rolled out of bed, unsure why something felt weird but not really caring why. If she had set an alarm it meant she had something important to do… hopefully she would remember what it was while she was in the shower.
Without looking where she was going she headed for her bathroom, eyes blearily closed. She yawned just as she reached the door, only to find herself on the floor with a pounding headache and a few other sore spots, including her nose. Lifting a hand to make sure said appendage wasn’t broken she stared at the door to the bathroom. Or rather… Where the door to the bathroom should have been.
Instead there was a wall. A plain wall with no doors on either side of it so it wasn’t as if she had simply missed the door. Finally waking up enough to look around she realized that she wasn’t in her room. Great… I fell asleep in a room I’ve never seen for reasons that I cannot explain. That’s not weird at all. This early in the morning she was even sarcastic with herself, something she found both amusing and annoying at the same time. Wondering if this was a dream, like the strange ones she had of herself in the future, Jax decided to figure it out.
After finding a bathroom that seemed communal and showering, still very sleepy she managed to do so without noticing her reflection or any changes in ‘her’ appearance, she changed into jeans and a tank top that she found and began to wander the hall outside the room she had been in. Unless the Sanctuary had been through some major renovations during the night, she wasn’t there anymore. So the question remained. Where am I and how did I get here? Somewhere down the line she might remember to ask WHO she was, but at the moment she still hadn't realized that she wasn't herself.
Posted by Martin Stein on Aug 4, 2009 6:22:24 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
Entering from here The color changing boy wandered aimlessly, wandered wood clad halls, opening a door here and there, only to find classrooms behind them, rows of chairs neatly aligned behind old and expansive wooden tables. It was rather elaborate equipment for any normal school. Especially after having seen one of the state schools he could not help but notice the difference in quality and quantity that was present here. This place seemed almost fit for the definition of lavish. Small classes in well kept rooms. He was impressed both by the ability of the schools teaching body to create this atmosphere of concentrated learning even in emptied rooms, as well as their ability to acquire the necessary funds for its creation, the latter being by far the more difficult in his estimation, considering the fact that he had already met someone that was a student here. Mutant. Not only his body, but apparently more students here were extraordinary. How many more there might be here? And where was here? The question still remained to be answered properly, though by now he had an idea where he might be. Someone had told him of a place like this once, maybe twice even.
The next door opened to reveal a library. Books. Reading. The air was quiet with only specks of dust floating lazily in his vision disturbing him. The silence increased his curiosity more. If no one was here, then maybe he could look for some answers, right? Taking a deep breath, he drew open the door fully and took another good look, before stepping in. It almost felt like stepping into a church, except that instead of being surrounded by wide open rooms lit through stained glass, he found himself surrounded by shelves reaching up to the ceiling of the room with well filled hands. His gaze was being drawn upward by them, up until he looked at a ceiling that was decorated with painted patterns. It was so way over his head and every inch covered in pressed cellulose blocks littered with letters in all colors, presenting their wildly flashing outsides to him. It was a true library. It was impressing, the weight of knowledge stored here pressing on his small frame. His skin tingled as a concert of colorful patterns washed over his skin like waves in reaction to the optical stimuli. It felt entrancing and looking at his hand, it was really not bad looking. If you considered a Christmas tree covered in flashing metal foil beautiful. He didn't and cursed this new power under his breath. He would have to learn how to control this, unless he wanted to draw attention to himself, for everyone that would look in through one of the windows would immediately pick out the spot of bright color that was him. Therefore, after only glancing at some of the more interesting titles -books of herbiculture and sailing they were for him- stored here, he opened the door hurriedly. The door gave way only until it had opened halfway, as he encountered resistance by the portal that would lead him out of this brightly colored madness somewhere aster he could already see the bright stripe of brown colored salvation. He needed to get away from the green. Really. So he pushed until the odd resistance gave way, stumbling out in the hallway he looked out for what had been the cause of his distress.
Posted by Martin Stein on Sept 16, 2009 3:48:43 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
760
0
Jul 2, 2013 5:22:49 GMT -6
When he finally squeezed through the gap he had made with all the strength his little body offered, he found the source of his problems to be a box full of books that had been put carelessly in front of the door. Raising an eyebrow he fought down the urge to say quite un-teenager-like things right here and now. How could people just be so careless? So inconsiderate? Mumbling about the uselessness of present youth he turned around a corner and vansihed from sight. Deeper into the bowels of the Mansion he was in. Deeper down the ways he had not seen before. Deeper into his own mind? Maybe.
