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.
I am protecting a floor full of empty rooms with my life.
One lonely form at the top of the stairs. Doors shaking, windows shattering, the sounds of fight, to the death, no punches held, gunshots deafeningly close.
Make them think we are hiding in our rooms. Make them think we are children cowering in corners.
There are no children here.
They called it the Danger Room, and now it was the safest place in New York City.
It felt like a dream. Or, rather, the end of a dream. A dream dreamt by so many people, so many children, so many mutants who did not dare to hope anymore. But they could dream.
And the gorwn-ups were here to wake them up. And make them pay for something they did not do.
Was it a dream? Maya looked down at the arrows, lodged between the floorboards so she could pick them up more easily. The better to kill you people with.
It did feel like a dream.
She was not alone though. There were others, just outside her line of vision, but she knew they were there. Fighting. And then there were others again, hidden deep underground, locked in the Danger Room. Protected.
It felt like everyone she cared about was in that room. Or should have been.
The world came down to a galaxy of freckles. Tiny ones, barely visible, over the Milky Way of pale skin, and red flames aroun the edges.
I ran out of arrows.
One breath. Another. Someone else was breathing too, and Maya was not entirely sure who was breathing in and who was breathing out. Entirely too close.
Ami's gonna kill me for this.
Everything was numb. And slow. It's wasn't over. It was just the eye of the storm.
Shattered glass, dust, splinters cruched under her knees. Paint peeled under her right palm. Her left hand was soft and warm.
It's gonna look like I was being a hero. False. I was trying to survive. I just suck at that.
There was a whole lot of noise. Somewhere. Far away. Gunshots, yelling. Her name? More shots. Someone needed to get those trigger-happy bigot dumbf*cks out of the building.
"Maxine..."
... you are an idot. And a friend. And a b*tch. You're gonna survive the freaking apocalypse. You always do.
All the movies were wrong. It didn't hurt at all. It was just warm and kind of annoying. Who shoots a kid anyway? Twice? In the back?!
"... I think, you should, y'know. Run."
This was sooo not in the X-men contract. This was not written anywhere.
Her hands let go of their own. Her knees gave out. That quick? Whoa.
Sorry, I did not mean to die for you. ... Sorry, I did not mean to die for someone else.
