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.
Lizzy’s eyes fluttered open as she awoke to the sound of her phone/alarm buzzing uncontrollably. Her hand flew over to it to shut it off. It took a moment for her to collect her thoughts for the moment, but soon enough she bounced out of bed and got ready for the morning. She had chosen a nice pair of jeans with a black and white striped blouse to wear that day.
She went to the kitchen and rinsed an apple in the sink. When she looked down in the sink, she saw a dirty knife. A thought burst into her head, and she dropped her apple. It bounced off the counter and rolled onto the ground. Lizzy made no attempt to stop it. She remembered.
She remembered a man attacked her with a knife and she screamed her high-pitched scream before killing him. She remembered another person – a girl – who showed her kindness with the simple gift of food. She remembered eating rats and how desperate she was for food. Last of all, she remembered crying out for her parents, and the devastation of knowing they were somewhere under the rubble of her old apartment – no, this apartment.
She remembered everything.
Lizzy whispered, “Melody.”
A sudden anger rose out of her and she hastily went to retrieve a jacket from her closet. In there she saw a navy sweatshirt – no, the navy sweatshirt from whatever dream or future or whatnot that was. Lizzy angrily ripped the sweatshirt off the hanger and threw it across the room. It hit her lamp, which knocked over and broke on the ground. She looked at it and screamed. It wasn’t her normal scream though, it was her high-pitched the scream – the one that made people writhe in pain.
It didn’t go on for very long because she realized what she was doing. She would deal with her mess later. Now, she just needed to get out and clear her head. Lizzy retrieved a black cotton jacket from her closet and left the apartment. She just needed to leave.
Lizzy began walking down the street, and as she looked down one alley, she saw a rat squirming. It reminded her of the hunger she felt, and how desperate she was for food. This reminder brought her anger up again, and she stomped down the street.
Looking for some place to just seethe, she trudged along until she some little park. Lizzy wasn’t exactly sure where she was, but the grass just looked comfortable and it called to her. She walked over there, parked her butt on a grassy hill underneath a tree and just sat there in some attempt to process what was going on.
Looking up at the sky, she began to talk to herself, “What is going on with you, Lizzy? Or am I Melody?” Eventually, she found herself screaming to herself, “What is going on?!” Her scream was a tad bit loud and a part of her thought that someone probably heard her and would be looking at her odd. Then she remembered, she didn’t care.
The shouting startled her awake. Kerblink. Xavia was asleep in the cradle that was the tree that the young miss was sitting beneath. Grimy fingers curled and rubbed at her eye sockets, and she shook her head to get out of her own fog. The last thing she remembered was trekking across barren wastelands, pushing her bike. The plant mutant felt a sudden and gnawing hunger against her belly, and she sighed. But the shouting kind of drowned out the sound of her belly rumbling, so she craned her neck and peered over the side of the hefty branch she was perched upon.
“Are you alright?” she said, her accent was somewhat thick in her sleepiness at that time. Definitely an eastern European accent. Xavia was genuinely concerned.
In the meantime, she touched the branch and it slowly bent to her will. It was too high up for her to jump down, and she needed the boost down… It would take a little bit for it to fully cooperate, though, so there was no way she was just going to get out of the tree right off the bat. Beads of sweat welled upon her brow, only to trickle gently downward.
Whether the other replied or not within the span of time it took for the branch to bend down enough, she shimmied downward carefully, then dropped the rest of the way. The branch melded back to its original state, and she was then face to face with the one who woke her from the odd dream she was having.
My goodness, but it was too real for words how it felt.
Lizzy just sat there and heard an accented voice ask if she were alright. Not even turning toward the stranger, Lizzy gruffly said, “Yeah, I am.” About a second after saying that, Lizzy realized how rude she must sound and regretted her tone immediately. The stranger was probably just trying to be nice. Lizzy knew she must look like a wreck right now, but her mind felt split in two. She was just… confused.
“Wait,” Lizzy called to the stranger, still not turning around to face her. “No, I’m not alright. It’s just…” She wasn’t exactly sure how to phrase having such a weird, realistic dream… or was it a dream? How would a stranger react to hearing all this craziness about the end of the world and struggling for survival while eating off rats? Probably lock her up in a mental institution, Lizzy assumed.
“Have you ever had one of those dreams that make you question reality?” Lizzy innocently asked the stranger. Lizzy never turned to the stranger, but kept her eyes straight ahead, staring at the grass.
