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.
The steak parted as the teeth of the knife dug in. Saw saw saw. She cut herself a chunk.
She was on a date. Girls usually ordered salad on dates. She'd ordered a steak. Steak was good. Steak. And potatoes. And gravy. And a few vegetables on the side.
She sat at the table, sawing her steak, wearing a navy blue skirt with red dots, a navy blue floral shirt, black tights, and boots.
"So, I think I want to be an X-man" She said casually, as she speared a piece of steak with her fork. Then she brought it to her mouth.
Chew. Chew. Chew.
That comment had come out of nowhere, with no preamble. She hadn't even let him know that had even been on her mind. It hadn't, really... until the day before.
Gawain stopped chewing in oder to stare better. At her. She didn't even look up from her steak (steak was fine, by the way, gotta love a girl with a helathy appetite).
"Um... excuse me?"
An X-man? Ami? Training? With Sam? In the DR? ... Wearing a uniform?...
"Um... I... well..." he blinked again, shaking his head "Geez Ami ya can't just spring that on a guy!"
All right, so it was not exactly a marriage proposal. But it was a bit more dangerous than that. ... Probably.
"All right" he sighed finally "If ya really wanna do it, I guess I can arrange that. But it means a lot of training. And then you become a trainee for a long time before you become a full X."
He looked at her for a long moment. A smile tugging at his lips.
>>"Um... I.. well... Geez Ami ya can't just spring that on a guy!"
A small smirk touched her lips as she cut some more steak. Oh, couldn't she?
This was a rather simple question, was it not? A simple yes or no? There was a fifty percent chance of either answer. There weren't any scary variables to ponder.
She got a yes. This was, of course, one of the two aforementioned acceptable responses. And the right one. Good.
This wasn't something huge here, was it? Nope. It was not. She listened to him explaining things, and agreed with all the things. It would mean training. It would mean trainee stuff. She wasn't expecting to instantly be a team leader like Shin.
Was she totally serious about this? "Yes."
"I'm serious." Amelia looked up at Gawain. "I want to train more, so I can help people."
>>"Yes. I'm serious. I want to train more, so I can help people."
Oh yeah. There was that. He couldn't really argue with that, because... well... because he was doing the same, and there was no way out of this without being either sexist, or a hypocrite. Gawain sighed and shook his head with a smile.
"All right. Training it is. But don't blame me for bruises and black eyes."
Although he'd probably cause some of those on whoever hurts his girlfriend. Subtly.
"Ya're not makin' my life easier, are you" he smirked at her "The X team does some pretty dangerous stuff."
"Why ever not?" Amelia asked. She arched an eyebrow.
If he was going to bring up some weak argument like 'Because I'll do something stupid to protect you and get us both hurt', then he could stuff it. Because that was bad logic. He would work just as hard to protect her as he would any other teammate. She didn't expect special treatment. He didn't have to give it.
"Because ya're gonna be wearing a uniform and kickin' ass, and I need blood in my brain to function in a fight." he said without a blink.
It was as good an explanation as any. Apart from being true, it sounded a lot less arguable than the whole bit about distraction and rules and whatnot. Training together with the girl was one thing; actually having to train her would be a whole different level.
"Hormones," she replied, without batting an eyelash. "Control them, you must. Lest they control you."
Yeah, it had been blush-worthy. Sure, she could have blushed, then ducked her eyes back down to her steak. But she didn't wanna. She wanted to help him on missions. He really needed to learn to manage that whole thing with the male testosterone and the uniform fetish. Heh. Shift one letter out for a c and this was a whole other problem.
But on another note. "Shin seems to manage just fine." She once again brought up Gawain's superior. She speared a cube of steak and chewed it over.
"Don't make excuses." Her finger wagged. "If you're a member of the X-men, you should be better-prepared for these things. Really. What would you do if some illusionist got into your mind and force-fed you naked pictures of me?"
Would he fail? Flail? Die? Worse?
"You need to be better," she concluded. "Because chances are, there will be another situation like zombie night and I'll be the one saving you again. I don't want to have to do that. You should be perfectly capable of handling yourself."
There. Lecture done. There was no way he could argue these things, right?
She started in on her salad again. For the moment, the steak let out a sigh of relief.
>>"Don't make excuses. If you're a member of the X-men, you should be better-prepared for these things. Really. What would you do if some illusionist got into your mind and force-fed you naked pictures of me?"
"Die of blood loss." he answered promptly with a deadpan face. Well, duh. He'd get distracted, get hurt, and bleed out. What else was she thinking?...
>>"You need to be better. Because chances are, there will be another situation like zombie night and I'll be the one saving you again. I don't want to have to do that. You should be perfectly capable of handling yourself."
Seriously, was this girl for real? He had more than a year of intensive X-men training on her, and here she was, explaining to him that he needed to handle himself better?... Gosh, Ami could be annoying. Which just made him turn red and want to get his hands on her. In a most confusing way.
"Now I wish you'd be on my team." he growled "Then I'd be your superior and you'd need to do what I tell you."
