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.
Isabel was completely and utterly bored. Once the dust had settled after the KP fight, things had slowed back down, for the most part at least. The Order's new leader was busy doing leaderish stuff and setting the Faction up the way the petite blond liked it, she was sure. However, any reforming had yet to involve her just yet, and as such she was once again left to her own devices and had to find some way of entertaining herself.
Reading had held no interest at the moment, that activity usually reserved for downtime before drifting off to sleep. She hadn't quite gotten around to procuring any more art supplies, and as such she wasn't satisfied with trying to paint or draw anything until she remedied that problem. The Sanctuary had its usually amount of mutants wandering about, none of them really presenting any interest to her at the time. She hadn't really wanted to stay inside anyhow.
And so she had set about wandering the streets of the city, keeping an eye out for anything that might catch her attention. Such a task was only made more difficult by the people constantly pushing past her. It got very old, very fast. She wasn't exactly known for her patience, especially when it came to humans, particularly those that wore shiny little badges and clung so desperately to their silly guns.
Now, that was an idea. One thing she wished she hadn't missed out on during her most recent scuffle with the X's was some one-on-one time with New York's Finest. She had been far too preoccupied with a certain mutant and the wardrobe malfunction he had caused. She hadn't played with the cops in a while anyhow. She'd been behaving for the most part, trying to be good and keep attention away from the Sanctuary. However, she could only pretend to be a well behaved citizen for so long.
With her mind made up, the only thing left to do was to find these cops. Or, better yet, have them find her. It was easy enough to get them to crawl out of their hiding spots. It was just a matter of deciding on which method to use. The people that continually shoved past her were so very tempting. However, something with a bit more of a bang would likely get a quicker response. And who knows, perhaps there would be a few sidewalk casualties in the process.
Taking a turn for herself to give a few people a shove she abruptly turned from the path she was traveling down the sidewalk and cut across the walkway to the curb before stepping down into the street. Casually she watched a few cars pass and stop as a light a little further down chanced from green to yellow to red. She waited patiently until the green reappeared and the traffic regained some speed.
And then, without another moment's hesitation, she took another few steps into the traffic lane and pulled her arm back. With a quick motion she swept her arm forward and drove a vine-like stretch of bone across the lane of traffic, a pair of cars managing to bounce their way over it before the smooth bone became spiked, shredding the tires of the next few cars that attempted to pass.
As the bone was mostly reabsorbed back into her body, she smiled wickedly and aimed a few small spines at the windows of quickly slowing cars. A few casualties would be more than just a possibility. Two or three passengers and drivers would likely never leave their vehicles breathing. And then it was just a matter of waiting for a response team to arrive as cars piled up.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Elli fidgeted nervously in the back of the cab, doing her best to ignore the annoying driver's talk while not looking like she was rudely ignoring him. It was a hard job, as he talked about anything and everything that came into his head, mainly about how his grandmother had told him to come to America to drive a cab. It was all boring, and Elli had many more pressing things on her mind.
For instance, she was nervously twisting and turning the unloaded gun in her five-dollar handbag, touching the box of shells every once and a while. She had bought the gun, repulsed as she now was by the sight of it, after the incident with a mutant a couple weeks ago. She hated the thing, but she felt she had to have it to protect herself. It was a Ruger Blackhawk .357, and she had ordered it online. She was, in fact, heading to the shooting range to get a feel for the weapon so that she could asses its quality.
She hated that she no longer felt safe while she was out. It was as if the man had taken the world, a bright, shiny, safe happy place, and tarnished it with barbed wire and blood. It was a horrible thing when the city she loved second only to Philly, her hometown, was not safe. Still, at least she was relatively able to protect herself. There were many who were not so lucky, and that was why she wanted to be a police officer, and eventually a SWAT member. They were the ones that took the fight to the enemy of the people, and she would join their ranks in a few weeks time.
Just then, popping tires, screeching metal, breaking glass, and screams drew both her and her driver's attention ahead. Something bad was going on, and Elli had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that it was more than a simple car crash, bad enough though it would be. She loaded her revolver, and tucked it into the back of her jeans. She was wearing jeans, a simple long-sleeved blouse, and a zip-up hoodie.
Then, scaring the bujeezes out of Elli, the glass on the passenger side of the cab burst inward, and suddenly the driver was dead, pierced through in several places by what looked to be bone. The cab spun out of control, though Elli was lucky that the driver's foot had been on the brake when he died, so they soon stopped. Elli burst out of the door and took a look around to see what was going on, her long hours of training taking over where her shocked mind left off.
Several were dead, and cars were piled up in crashes covering the entire street. Many more were wounded, and a few brave souls were trying to rescue people from the crashes. Everyone else was running away, except for a single woman, standing off to the side with a content look on her face. Elli knew that if she didn't stop the woman, she would undoubtedly attack the rescuers. She changed her course from the crashes, and sprinted towards the woman, leaping over cars and people as needed to stay on course. Elli was hoping that the woman wouldn't notice her until the last second, if at all, at which point Elli would try to tackle her to the ground and knock her out on the concrete. It was probably her only chance against a mutant, especially if she wanted to avoid shooting someone.
