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.
James stood hunched over the now abandoned burning trash can. There had been a few other down on their lucks crowding by the trash can but James had scared them off. His massive size only meant he had to walk into the light to give off an air of intimidation. The extremely large man had been on the streets for years...around six years in fact. He did what he could to survive, he's burgled, he's mugged, he's threatened. He did what his mutations allow. He was big and he was scary..he knew but he did nothing to make himself look friendlier.
The large mutant had started to hate the humans. All they ever did was shun and he got nothing, no acceptance, no love. All he ever got was hate. People called him a monster. He was a monster. He was barely human any more. James heard a sound behind him, movement. He cast a look over his shoulder to see a young man. He was passing through the alley.
He didn't know why he did it but he did. The giant reached out and grabbed the man with his top left arm. He lifted him high into the air James' other arms searching the man's pockets. He took everything from him. The mutant didn't even look at the man's face as he did it. The shock and fear than rang through the man's eyes wasn't seen as James put the man down and left.
Nighttime was always a much better time for some aimless wandering than during the daylight hours. Not that daytime ever discouraged her all that much, it was just noisier, more crowded. Plus the police seemed more eager to chase down problematic muties before darkness fell. Deadly mutants seemed all that much deadlier in the shadows, when vision was impaired and it could get to be so quiet one could hear a drop of blood splash on the pavement. Nighttime also seemed to bring out the bolder, but stupider, breed of people.
Isabel thought she had found just such an individual while she sauntered down the street. A young man all on his lonesome, but perhaps he had a couple of cronies lurking around the alley somewhere. Ambush wasn't uncommon in the darker sections of the city, though anyone that thought they could pull on over on her was beyond foolish.
She fell in step behind him, not too close but not far enough away that he'd feel entirely comfortable, either. The boy was good at playing the nervous wanderer if it was indeed a trap. She watched him dart into an alleyway and grinned to herself. She didn't have any specific plans. Maybe lift his walled, rough him up a bit. Just for the hell of it.
But someone else beat her to the punch. She was just about to turn the corner when she heard a mild commotion, mostly whimpers and gasps from the man she'd already targeted. Apparently she'd been wrong about the whole ambush thing. She decided not to turn the corner and wait instead until the culprit abandoned the alleyway.
"Not fair. You stole my fun," She accused as a rather large individual caught her eye. He reminded her a little of the Abyssi, only he was still a normal color of flesh and instead of a tail he had more arms than he should have. She crossed her arms and affected a pout. What a jerk.
James hadn't expected anyone to confront him tonight especially after what he'd just done. James looked down towards the young lady who'd just approached him. She was around his age and around 2ft smaller than he was. He'd gotten used to the height difference now but sometimes he'd get a crick in his neck. The woman who approached him was actually rather attractive, she was rather busty. It was then she spoke and the thoughts fled from his mind. She was accusing him of what? Stealing her fun?
James was confused but then it registered. She was following the young man. A smirk stretched across his features. James made himself slightly bigger as he stared down at her. "You were to slow...What could you do about it anyway?" The giant watched her every move. He didn't quite know if she'd take it as a challenge. She obviously knows he's a mutant and this leaves him in the dark. James hates being in the dark when entering an situation not that it mattered much most times.
James couldn't tell what type of mutation she had, if she had one at all. She could just be a very confident human if that's the case then James might go easy on her if things turn violent. "He didn't have much anyway and I bet I need it more than you do." The large mutant tried to draw her attention to his current homeless state.
The larger mutant's size didn't intimidate her. She was much too used to seeing the Abyssi around to find large mutants to be all that unusual. She did note, though, that this individual was actually taller than the Red Giants by maybe a good foot or so. Not that it particularly mattered to her. Size wasn't everything and if he was as slow as he was large, then she wouldn't have any trouble running circles around him.
One eyebrow raised as a rather challenging accusation was tossed right back at her. Too slow. What was she gonna do? If he was looking for a fight, she could give him one. An alleyway was a pretty cramped space to scuffle in, and out of the two of them Isabel had the most room to maneuver in. She also had the element of surprise, provided that he hadn't been reading any newspapers lately, and judging from the look of him it wasn't all that likely.
"I could have taken him from you, but that would have made a big mess. I wasn't looking to kill the kid. Not yet anyway. And I wasn't in any huge rush. It's more fun to play with them before you maim them," she replied, giving a small shrug. It really wasn't that big of an issue. There were plenty of other morons skulking around the alleyways in the area. She could find someone else to toy with.
She was careful to keep just out of his reach as the space between them gradually closed. It wasn't that hard to keep an eye on the extra limbs seeing as they were just about at her eye level. She wasn't too worried about them in either case. She was confident enough in her own abilities that she was willing to bet she could wriggle out of his grasp before he could do any serious damage.
Her attention was drawn away from his rather obvious mutation by his next speculation. She couldn't help but laugh, effectively dissolving her pout and replacing it with a rather smug grin. "Who said anything about needing what he had? I was gonna take his stuff just for the hell of it. Just because I can."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
James watched the girl closely. His expectations of a fight lowering by the second. She didn't seem like she wanted to pick a fight, in fact she seemed like she just wanted to find someone to kill. It only occurred to him now that she seemed quite creepy. The giant's face spread out into a slight smile. "So you just wanted to kill him? That's rather sadistic." James turned his head and scanned the alley. There wasn't anyone around and it occurred to him that if he wasn't how he was then this would be a dangerous situation.
James listened to what she said next and he decided it'd be best just to leave it alone. "They call me Monstrosity." He didn't want to give his real name over to a strange girl, not that his name meant much anymore.
She saw the large man smile even in the dim light of the alley as she spoke about her lost victim. He told her she was sadistic, but that smile didn't waver even as he said it, so he couldn't have been too repulsed by her choice in past times. It was mildly refreshing to find someone that didn't turn tail and run when they saw her coming or figured out who she was, though from the look of the guy he probably got the same sort of reactions.
The name he was given only reinforced that belief. Monstrosity was definitely something humans would call a visible mutant, though she wasn't so sure why he'd adopted the moniker to introduce himself with. But then, some mutants embraced the more monstrous side of themselves. She was a prime example herself. "I'm Isabel, resident terror of New York," she stated rather matter-of-factly. She was still proud of her Most Wanted status. "Whatcha doing skulking round these alleyways anyway? You new to the city or something?"
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Monstrosity looked down at the woman. Terror of New York. She didn't look like it. She could just as easily be a cocky petty thief or a mugger as she could be a serial killer. There was just no way to know these days. The giant mutant smiled at the young lady. That was when she asked if he was new to the city. He wasn't he'd been here all his life. He used to live in a house, with his mother but not any more.
"New? No not new. Homeless."
It was true. He was homeless, he lived no where. He didn't even have a residence on the street. He didn't sleep and he didn't rest. He knew he had a bad heart but aslong as he didn't exercise too much or exert too much energy he'd be fine. The giant felt comfortable sitting down with this girl and so he did. He leaned up against the wall and looked at her, he was still pretty tall sitting down.
She watched the man smile again, as if she'd said something else that was amusing. For someone that seemed so clueless, she could potentially understand why he might think her claim was funny. She supposed she didn't exactly look overly intimidating to someone that hadn't read about her or seen her in the news for her latest killing spree. Or maybe the guy was just playing dumb and thought he stood a chance because of how large he was. Muscle bound muties like him weren't always the brightest in the bunch, Big Red ones excluded. She also knew at least one other person that might scoff at such things simply because she was a woman. Her smile faltered a little at the thought. He'd better hope he fell under the first category.
Isabel watched with minimal curiosity as the juggernaut decided that he was in a secure enough situation to have a seat on the pavement. That wasn't exactly something that happened very often during introductions. Maybe homelessness did that to a person. Or stupidity. Either way she wasn't about to follow his example. She would stay standing. At least they were closer to eye level that way.
"You do know that there's a huge mutant shelter in the city, right? Like, for homeless or runaway mutants? It's called the Sanctuary. Big place, huge golden doors, been in the news a buncha times," she said, finding it hard to believe that someone would chose living in an alleyway over having their own bedroom and living in comfort. She'd lived out on the streets for a short time and she'd jumped at the opportunity to claim a room when the Sanctuary had first opened.
"I do whatever I want whenever I want," she replied, bringing one hand up to inspect her nails in a bored manner. It as the truth. Well, sort of. She did whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted so long as it followed certain guidelines that had been set for her by a certain someone who sucked. But he certainly didn't need to know that. "You already know I kill people for fun. I torment the police if they decide they want to play. Chat up muties now and again, spread the word about the Sanctuary. Blah, blah, blah."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
