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 people at work were nice and all, but they all had these inside jokes. And somehow Noel was just sure that she was the butt of those jokes. She'd been in New York for what only felt like months, but her calendar said it'd been more than a year now. The coffee shop near her house knew what she liked to get before she did. When she called for take out, they recognized her voice.
Things were bizarre to say the least. Not that she didn't try to get used to it, today she was just tired of it.
So she put on her running shoes and prepared for some good old fashioned exercise. If she ran hard enough, fast enough, far enough maybe she would be able to better outrun the bad guys.
It was a pretty thought. And enough to get her off her sofa and out into the sun. Central Park was always crowded after work, at least that hadn't changed. Plenty of people pounded their guilt into the pavement every day. Noel's wasn't guilt. It was frustration, self preservation and a dash of humiliation. The stuff was practically rocket fuel.
Soon enough she was flying down the jogging trail.
Maybe it was cliché for a plant manipulator to find refuge in Central Park and to go there to relax. It felt secluded, even though it was pretty much in the center of everything; the city and the park itself. Referring of course to Cherry Hill. It was the perfect spot, with a little path right next to the lake. Kai chose this particular spot to relax because the Empress trees were in bloom that time of year and their little white flowers brought him so much joy and peace.
This was about the time when the most people were out- right after work, so he had plenty of interesting people to observe. He’d dabbled a bit with the interacting, but his heart really lay in the observing. Observing was quiet and soothing. His trees observed and remained silent and things generally went smoothly for them.
Kai staked out a place on the sunny side of a glorious Empress. The Queen of Empresses acknowledged his presence by leaning her lowest branch down to press against his back, comfortingly. Then they observed. His spot was also conveniently near a hot dog stand, which drew people closer.
The park attracted all sorts, all colors, all shapes. And there running on the path was one that looked familiar, only a few feet away!
Kai waved exuberantly, a big, full-arm extended all the way over his head full range of motion wave. Both arms may even have been involved. “Hey!” He cried happy to have identified someone he had met before. Though his greeting was a bit shorter than he had imagined, as he really never had found out the Agent’s name on the previous occasion when they had met. So he improvised, not wanting his potential new friend to feel awkward in any way. “Hey… you! How’s it going?”
There was some waving involved. Noel didn't usually fall for that since she knew so very few peopl ein New York, but this kid seemed determined. So Noel did it. She thought for a second that he was talking to her. So naturally she had to look around and make sure that was true.
And her jogging slowed. And really no one was around except a professional jogger with short shorts and wrap around Matrix sun glasses.
Noel looked back to the kid who was now calling out to her. She pointed to herself just to be sure. "Me?"
>"...you! How’s it going?”
Uhhh. "I don't remember you, sorry. It's nothing personal. It's just a thing I have with my mutation." She walked over more confused than on alert. The kid looked genuinely happy to see her and that just didn't happen very often. "Are we... friends? Or something?" He looked a bit young for an "or something," but people just didn't often greet her with a smile.
The woman looked bewildered, but slowed down from her jogging to talk to him. Doubt flashed across his mind in an instant. Maybe this wasn’t even the right person… but as she walked over, he was reassured. He’d crashed into her enough times that one day to positively her.
>>"I don't remember you, sorry. It's nothing personal. It's just a thing I have with my mutation. Are we... friends? Or something?"
Kai tried not to let it bother him that she didn’t remember him. They’d only met once, but he was fairly certain that it was at the least, a memorable occasion. “Maybe not. We worked together on a case once.” He tried to supply helpful information. “There was a girl and a fire manipulating mutant who was wreaking havoc…”
There was no glimmer of recognition in her eyes, so he let his voice trail off. “We- I guess… I’m Kai. I guess it’s nice to meet you again.”
They worked on a case together... soooo he was a civilian mutant contractor? "How old are you?" She put up her hands and waved them around as if to erase that question. It didn't matter.
>“We- I guess… I’m Kai. I guess it’s nice to meet you again.”
"Your guess is as good as mine." She shrugged but did not offer her hand. She'd been warned about that recently. "Noel."
"So, Kai, you're a mutant right?" AK-ward. She rocked from her toes to her heels. "There's no way you would have helped bag and tag a pair of havok makers without some extra gusto." She shrugged. Every mutant thought their ability somehow made them impervious to harm. Even she was guilty sometimes. Or so she was told.
She didn’t ever remember that he was a mutant? That was very strange. He also noted the distinct avoidance of shaking hands. Also strange. Too strange. There’s something not right about this whole thing. “Yeah, I am. And you… the thing about not being able to move your arms was a mutant thing, right?”
He was interested in keeping her talking. At least he knew her name now. Noel. But gosh she was acting really strange.
“So what are your powers, anyway?” He actually was pretty curious. What kind of mutant would allow her to contend with a fire-manipulator and then lose all her memories of that incident. Oh! Maybe it was just a tragic accident? Amnesia?
Thing about not being able to move her arms... She puzzled over that one for a while. Noel had all but abandoned her jog now. She wasn't especially into it in the first place. Running meant too much alone time in her head. "Limiting others mobility is a time honored tactic. It's just a shame that the effect is mirrored." It was possible that she had learned to overcome that side effect at some point and had just forgotten. That idea made her feel a bit better about the whole thing. That... maybe there was a light at the end or something.
>“So what are your powers, anyway?”
He didn't know? That actually explained things a bit. Kai probably wouldn't be smiling at her or waving her over again any time soon, but there was no helping it. She couldn't help but be herself. Whoever that was currently. "I erase people's memories. What limitations I impose on others, I also take myself. The arm thing? I likely forgot how to control some key muscles in my arms." There was something decidedly less... jaded about Noel. She seemed a bit happier and a little bit more carefree without the burden of a few months.
He puzzled over the comment about ‘mirroring’ for a while. Noel’s powers were a reflection of something?
>>"I erase people's memories. What limitations I impose on others, I also take myself. The arm thing? I likely forgot how to control some key muscles in my arms."
“Oh… Well that makes a lot of sense, then. Quick thinking in that situation.” Her timing had been perfect, the perfect accent to him pinning down the raging maniac down. He nodded… then nodded again more vigorously as he came to an epiphany. “That’s why you don’t remember, isn’t it? You made someone forget about… well someone? Wait, would you have to make someone forget about me in order for you to forget about me? Or just about any old person?”
He puzzled and puzzled until his puzzler got sore. This whole thing was very confusing.
He was confused and rightfully so, but he was on the right track at least.
"An equally important person, maybe. Doesn't have to be the same." She shrugged. No reason to tell him that she was missing a whole chunk of her life.
"I forget things all the time. Though if you want I could enter your picture into my phone. That would help me know you next time. You know, if we work together again or something." She held up the fancy phone and pressed some buttons. "If you can put your number or email in also, that'd be great." She handed the device over.
"So... what do you do?" That could mean job or mutation. Either worked and the answer he chose to relay would be telling of who this person was.
He took control of the phone without questioning the request- being, after all, a member of this weird techno-generation. Distantly he wondered if she wanted to be ‘facebook friends’, too, before rejecting the idea. She didn’t look like the kind of person to have an account. Though with her particular mutation, it might prove helpful. All those people’s names and faces and even relationship to you posted on one convenient site. Kai expertly punched his information into her phone, then tested it by calling the phone number he’d inputted.
A generic ringtone came from his pocket and Kai fished for his cell phone with his free hand. He answered the phone. “Hello?... Yep! It works. Now I’ve got your number, too!”
Handing her phone back, he considered this last question. “I do plants.” He nodded enthusiastically.
"Uh. Not to be rude or anything..." But she was about to be rude.
"How do plants help in a fight?" Though Noel did give the weed near her foot a little more room, it just didn't look all that impressive. It was just a weed. "How can a plant stop a man from putting his fist through your chest and pulling out your still beating heart? Or from saying words that make you wake up next week?"
She wasn't trying to be rude. Really... she was just curious and her tone reflected that.
“Help in a fight? Why does that-.” Oh, because of taking down that fire mutant! “Well, there’s not much I can do against the whole words thing, but I can defend myself pretty well. I’ve had some success with using bark as armor against the whole claw-into-your-chest-thing and the plants help.” He spotted the plant that she was eying warily and decided to see if he could use it to demonstrate. He squinted at it, but it was just a weed, so there wasn’t much potential there. All he was able to do was make it start to untie her shoe laces.
“Well…even without plants, I’m not completely useless in a fight. But I try to stay out of them as much as possible. And how does making people forget something prevent these horrific things? I mean we were pretty well in the same position against the fire-dude.”
Noel shrugged and kicked her foot away from the nosey plant. "I'm told that I get into a lot of trouble even though I'm cleared for mostly non-combat stuff. It doesn't seem like any position is entirely safe with RUPERT." She shrugged.
Bark was something she had never considered as armor before. "Seems like just about any power could be weaponized. Imagine for a second if you forgot entirely why you were why you were fighting in the first place."
She snorted. "Wouldn't that be great? If everyone would just forget all the fighting?"
Kai laughed lightheartedly. “Yes, that would be nice.” He used to think that way, that the world should all just get along and conflict wasn’t really necessary. But that was before he’d run into a bunch of mutants who were all trying to kill him.
“I don’t suppose you could actually do that? Make everyone forget why they were fighting in the first place? But I suppose that new conflicts would start up again anyway.” There was something else that she’d said that intrigued him. She had mentioned it when they’d met before, too. “Uh, this may be a dumb question, but what exactly is RUPERT?”
If he didn't know what RUPERT was... that meant that they didn't work together. That meant he was a mutant do-gooder who got lucky and didn't die when he involved himself in governmental affairs. Her mouth opened. Her mouth closed. There was no good answer here.
