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.
It was about two weeks since Tses's tumble into the place she had come to regard as 'amnesia land'. Some of her childlike curiosity had worn off, but her memories were still eluding her mind. Some things were coming back: she remembered how to use her powers, still wandered the alleyways and scaled buildings like a pro, and still detested cooking. Ty was trying his best to help her remember, but today, she just needed time to herself to try to sort things out.
Walking through the streets, she watched the people passing by, humming to herself under her breathe. There were no words to the song she was humming. She didn't know exactly what it was from, but it seemed to have a rock sound to it. Ladadumde....something or another...instrumentals here, drum beat... She thought she could here the melody somewhere in the middle, but it was just out of her grasp. Distracted, her face furrowed into a frown and she tried to think, forgetting to pay attention where she was going. Following the New York traffic's quick pace, she was a few steps behind the major group as the light changed, hands shoved in her pockets and staring at the ground as she moved. Distantly she thought she heard someone calling.
Trevor was taking a break from class, sitting outside people watching, one of his favorite pastimes. With a soda in one hand and some sort of giant puff taco in the other he was simply taking in the sites until a very distracted young woman walked past him, lagging behind the rest of the herd of pedestrians. He continued to watch her as she neared the cross walk, and as she failed to noticed the flashing hand telling all who would see it not to walk.
"Hey!" he yelled, getting up from his seat on a cement thigh high wall that housed a few trees. He knew that other people noticed the girls, but all together New Yorkers weren't known for going out of there way. Not the Trevor was known for it either, but he was definitely not about to see some absent minded girl get run over. That would just ruin his whole day.
"HEY!" he yelled again, this time louder as he picked up the pace to catch up to her. She was definitely not slowing down, and not noticing she was about to walk into traffic.
"WAIT!" he said as he reached out too her, before she took that first, and last, step onto the road.
Step by step, the lyrics were coming back to her. She was humming the tune, picking out words along the way, the rhythm of her feet hitting the sidewalk creating a beat in her head. And there was nothing to say, 'cause you made up your mind, so I guess what you meant when you left was goodbye. She didn't hear the yelling. She probably seemed oblivious or clueless, or both. But it felt like she was on the verge of a breakthrough, just about to remember something important. The lyrics made her feel sad. Why did they leave her feeling that way? Who had left? Was she missing someone? She wished she understood what was going on. So if you're gonna go and leave me in a lonely grave. I won't let it show until you've finally flown away.
The light flashed green, her foot moved off the sidewalk, and a hand caught her shoulder and caused her to jump in surprise, just as a taxi brushed dangerously close. Her eyes went wide as she saw a flash of yellow across her vision, and her hands momentarily flickered with green energy before it vanished, and she turned towards the person who had stopped her.
"Sorry, I should have been paying better attention! That was almost a very painful exclamation point to my day..." she muttered, and ran a hand through her hair pushing her hair from her face. Her bangs flopped up next to her half pigtails as she did, then fell back into there place on her face. She glanced at the stranger (at least, she was pretty sure he was a stranger. Half the strangers she met now and days seemed to know her already so that was getting a bit confusing on the whole meeting people side of things, and blushed slightly, scooting back onto the sidewalk as the cars rushed past. "Thanks for not letting me turn into road mulch..." She remarked.
"You''re welcome.." Trevor replied, giving her a quizzical look. Since his time here in New York he had rarely seen a New Yorker who wasn't aware of their surroundings. They might all be in their own little worlds, but they seemed to always be well aware of what was going on everywhere around them. He wondered if this girl could be an out of towner like him. Or just incredibly focused on some singular obscure fact. God knows Trevor was well known for daydreaming to the point of distraction.
She definitely seemed lucid, and not drunk or high. She didn't seem homeless or crazy either, so she was probably just lost in thought. At least that is what Trevor hoped it was, and that she wasn't about freak out on him. That had happened once, when he tried to give this lady a book she dropped on the subway.
"No big really, just pay it forward, or something like that. I can't ever remember what exactly that movie was about" he said, smiling genuinely.
"Pay it forward..."[/color] Tses repeated slowly, and tried to sort out what the reference refereed to. Cue the mental static. "Don't think I've seen that movie... least not that I remember, but that is becoming a rather redundant and annoying subject this week. Kinda happens when you take a tumble into concrete I guess. I think... Definitely been one of those weeks." She ended the sentence with a deep sigh and buried her face against her hand, rubbing her forehead with mental exhaustion. When she opened them, the traffic was still slowly crawling its way along and blocking the intersection. She glanced at her companion with a sheepish shrug.
"Didn't mean to plague you with my problems though. Sorry. I'm Tses, by the way." She said politely, and hugged her chest with her arms as she shuffled in place. At least you remember that much. You don't sound completely ridiculous. She lamented. She frowned and chewed her lip slightly, lip ring brushing against her teeth in a way that was gradually becoming familiar. That had been another one of her rather dumb decisions this week. Thank goodness it was healing properly. The girl who put it in had managed to make a decent piercing even before she punched her in the face. Otherwise she could have had a very strange scar on her mouth from the incident.
