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.
Warren exited Penn Station after a near three hour train ride, would have been faster if I ran, he thought to himself. Dark brown eyes looked down at his wrist. It was still before noon, and the busyness of the city was already starting to make his head spin. Let alone the monstrous rumbling of his empty stomach. “I have got to find something to eat.” Bending down he grabbed his single shoulder backpack and looked up towards the street sign posted on the corner. “Eighth Avenue and thirty third St hmm…”
Taking a moment to think, knowing darn well he didn’t know what or where anything was, he reached into his pack he pulled out a small bag of chips.(One of many ‘gifts’ from the train’s snack cart) Watching as various people passed him in a form of urgency that he couldn’t’ quite figure he spotted his victim. The man looked to be a undersized college student, white I-pod ear phones in his ear, jeans looked wrinkled and untouched by an iron and as what looked to be the remainder of his breakfast or possible even last night’s dinner on his grey NYU t-shirt.
Grinning Warren watched timing his steps perfectly before extending his foot into the path of the unsuspecting man. The chain of cause and effect taking place as the man nearly fell before Warren caught him. “Whoa, guy watch yourself…” his tone calming and helpful. “You aiight ?” Sounding as if he really cared, the man nodded pulling his ear phones from his ear. “Umm yea thank you.” He replied as he searched the ground for what he tripped over.
“Don’t mention it!” Warren smiled as he dusted the guy off, “…but would know where a guy can get a map and something to eat?” “The man nodded before pointing and instructing him straight down the street towards a book store. “Full Circle you said right down here?” He asked and pointed as he walked away before thanking the man. Warren turned the corner he reached into his pocket pulling out the man’s wallet he just stole. “Thank you Mr. Harry Bawls?” he said after reading the I.D. and taking the cash and credit cards, then dumping the wallet in a mail drop box. “I would have changed my name a long time ago,” shaking his head as he made his way towards the book store.
The customer turned away from the barista with the dirty blond hair and the charming smile, sipping her coffee dreamily. It was good. Probably the best she'd ever had. As per usual coffee statements. This place had a good brewmeister. She walked over to a small table and plopped down, rummaging in her large pink purse for a magazine.
The revolving doors turned. Another customer entered the building like clockwork. The man looked like he was smack dab in the middle of 20 and 30, with a rough neck beard and a haggard appearance. His glasses glinted as he glanced around. Then he went down one aisle of books, looking for something. The aisle said 'Fantasy'.
Aurum passed off a donut to another paying customer. Completed the transaction. Did his job.
He wasn't moody anymore. He'd gotten over that. It was just like the doctor had said. Just like he'd told Miss Marple. A good murder did wonders for one's health. It had certainly improved his mood.
Walking through the revolving doors of the Full Circle, Warren had finally made it. It was nice little place, full of bookshelves lining the floor and a wall covered in magazines in the back, but more importantly was the hypnotic aroma of coffee and coffee accessories.'Mmm mm, muffins' , he though as he strolled down the steps towards the counter, having completely forgot about the map that was his original purpose for being here in the first place.
Taking up an unoccupied table he sat. Hand digging around in his front left pocket for the money he had ‘borrowed’ earlier, instead pulling out one of the credit cards. “S’cuse me,’ His voice loud enough to attract the attention of those around, but not disturbing anyone else. He eyed the man behind the counter as he finished up with another customer.
“Gimme, um ten oatmeal raisin cookies, two blueberry muffins and uhh..” His words stopped as he eyed the menu then looked around sights falling onto a young women sipping something and looking quite pleased with it. “And one of what she is drinking?” The last part as a question everything else rolled off his tongue like an order. Rude, maybe but Warren didn’t really care. Without seeing if the guy even acknowledged his order or even heard him Warren turned around in his seat and snapped his fingers. “Almost forgot about my map.”
The old customer (who, if asked, would have objected to being termed 'old') finished her action of passing a scrap of paper across the counter to the attractive man she'd been talking to. She turned to join the man in arching an eyebrow at the demanding 'new customer'.
Ten cookies and two muffins? The redhead muttered "That's a lot..." with disbelief. Then, he pointed at another customer. One who'd been served by the man who'd served her only moments before. "And kind of rude..." She added, so only Aurum could hear.
Aurum agreed, silently.
The finger snap was too much. Aurum sighed.
"I'll call you," He said to the old customer, pocketing her number. To the new customer, he announced "Your order will be ready shortly, Sir. Although I'm afraid you'll have to find the map yourself." They didn't normally keep maps of New York in the same area as where they sold snacks.
The old customer made herself scarce with a blush and an over-the-shoulder wave. Aurum watched the redhead go for a second, then ducked behind the counter to gather food.
The man behind the counter's words fell onto deaf ears, as Warren had already stood and went off in search of his map. Of course the various titles of books and comfortable seating eventually caught up to him, as a few moments later he was seated again at his table reading Betty White's new book.
I would have never thought that about you Betty. He thought as he shook his head in disbelief, before closing the book and replacing it back on the table. Glancing down at his wrist he looked at the time. "Hey man, you think you could hurry it up a little? " His stomach really laying into him now.
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"It's ready." Warren head turned towards the man's voice, that had been rather fast he admitted to himself. Making his way back to the counter he placed his stolen credit card on it. "Credit please." His free hand reaching towards his order grabbing the bag of baked goods before securing it beneath his arm. Part of him wondered if the kid from before had canceled his credit cards yet.
