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.
Through Aura's window you could see the sun setting, the soft light was accented by candles. Aura had learned that fat weather animal or Human could be used to make wax for candles. Aura smiled as she held up a bottle of pre apocalypse Southern Comfort. Setting it on the Table Aura smiled, having even found a tablecloth that was only soiled, instead of ripped or torn. Aura's room has little decoration to it, other then a long Row of sword's Aura had used over the years and not shattered, though many showed the signs of use. Conditions that in better times Aura would never have aloud, but now they were merely one of the few material things aura cared about.
The room was filled with the scent of roasting meet, Aura had in a lucky strand managed to get a decent size piece of deer meat, or so Aura had been told, she was not entirely convinced of the fact. Aura had cooked almost anything she had caught at some point and the meat seemed odd for deer. Still it was fresh and with the few spices aura had she hoped to drive some of the wild flavor out of it. Aura rotated the spit, with the open fire burning in her room, a circle of rocks used as a barrier between the floor and the fire.
Aura had changed slightly over the years, She knew she felt far more protective of Allsion, but she could not help that. The world had gotten very dangerous place and even a mutant could die at any time. Aura could only hope she was strong enough to protect Allison, she was not sure her heart could bear the failure of that, even of her body did.
Aura shook her head, and Formed a blade with her Aura and began cutting strips of freshly cooked meat from the chuck of roasting meat. Looking over the meat curiously, she had to wonder if it was a large cat and not a dog or deer, but their was no way to really know.
Unlike clothes, Allison had been fairly selective about what she ate before the destruction days. She could and would eat just about anything, at least that she believed was safe to eat; any attempt at being high class tended to involve a lot of strange foods. But while she could eat a number of bizarre things without making any faces, she still had distinct favorites.
Like clothes, that had changed. ‘Favorite’ foods had quickly broadened from a specific dish at a specific restaurant (and, at times, by a specific chef) to virtually anything she could trust not to poison her. Which was a much more difficult requirement than it really should be, at least in Allison’s mind.
It did, however, mean that things she would have ignored a few years ago were all but irresistible now, and she’d spent quite a while smelling the roasting meat and arguing with herself over whether or not it was sunset yet before finally deciding that it was, and barely managing to walk. Mostly, she managed because she was wearing what she’d deemed her indoor outfit; a loose arguably shirt that looked like it could have been part of a dress if the skirt hadn’t been cut off before Allison got ahold of it, and heavy jeans that were much too big, held on by a rope belt and likely to trip her even with the cuffs rolled up five times, and bare feet to lend her coordination.
Allison really didn’t feel like falling. Turns out, bone is no softer a surface to land face first on than wood or tile ever was. So she walked, for all of the thirty seconds it took to get out her door and to Aura’s, tapping on the frame as she walked in, grinning and letting herself bounce slightly on her toes now that she wasn’t attempting to move. “Hi.”
There were a lot of more cliche phrases she could have used. Like ‘hi, love,’ or ‘hi, dear,’ or really ‘hi,’ followed by any other affectionate nickname that had ever been thought up. Maybe amour if she felt like being fancy. Allison hadn’t ever felt a great compulsion to repeat what she already knew, though; actions spoke louder than words anyway, didn’t they? She was still grinning, after all, wide enough to maybe be kind of painful if she wasn’t used to it. Fortunate that she was, then.
Aura wore only strips of cloth, black in color, they covers what was needed and little else. It was Aura's more common clothing choise these days. COld was no longer an issue at leats not to a degree of worry and Aura cared littile about who saw her body. Her feet Stood not on shoes but a two inch thick cushion of her aura. Aura's aura was almost always on and so she did not have to worrey as much about the weather or even being stabbed by vagabonds.
"hello, my love" she said with a smile. In over a year, Allsion was the only person Aura aloud to have physical contact with. In the years after the Unicorn brought down the radiation from the heavens, Aura had grown more cautious. Aura moved across the room and smiled, her wand waiving to the roasted meat. "I am told it is deer, but honestly i am not entirely sure" she admitted. Aura was however quite sure the stuff was safe, as Aura had tested it.
Over the past few months Aura has taken to catching rat's she could find and using them to taste questionable food. The rat was alive and seemed happy with the arrangements. "it is however safe to eat. " she said as put two of the steaks on plates, made from bone, like everything else. The fortress was easily the best defended structure she knew of, it was safe, and with Allsion in the room, Aura's mind considerds more then combat, and more on their people survival.
Allison’s grin wasn’t really capable of growing, but it wanted to. Allison skipped the last few steps to Aura, latching onto her hand and cuddling into her side for a moment before bothering to pay attention to anything else in the room.
She let go when she saw the food, though she still hovered close to Aura, smiling. It was difficult not to smile around Aura, really. Or around edible food. Allison might defend her own cooking, but that didn’t mean she necessarily thought it was good. “Pretend deer’s good too.” Aura’s cooking was, if not high class cuisine, at least significantly better than Allison’s often ended up being. Which more or less made it high class cuisine, now. “I know it’s safe, you made it.” Most of the Amazons were reliably safe cooks, really. Food poisoning was quite rare. Their food just tasted bad.
Allison had gotten used to everything being made of bone a while ago, so that wasn’t particularly noteworthy, though she did take a moment to admire the artwork in the way the bones fit together. She’d have admired it even if it wasn’t Aura’s artwork, but the fact that it was just made Allison extra proud.
Aura's skill at cooking was forged more from being willing to eat almost anything and identify things that were poison and worked well in the post apocalypse they now found them selfs in. She held Allison close, her fingers wrapping around her waist. Aura let her finger slip away as Allison moved. Aura's bone furniture was not entirely necessary with Isabel around. Aura did however believe she was the better craft woman. Bone craft was only feasible because of Isabel and Aura knew that. It gave her pride to see Allison admire her work however.
Aura smiled. She was a better cook then many, but even if it was her cooking their was to much poisonous or irradiated to eat out there. Aura turned and moved to a drawer opening it, she slid out a cloth and smiled to herself before turning around. It had taken her months of secret digging but she had finally found it. Somehow it was in tact, despite the layers of rubble above it. Moving back to hwere Allison was she looked at her girl friend, grateful for her presence.
Aura smiled and handed the cloth to Allison. "It took awhile to find, but it was worth it" she commented happily. It was funny the apocalypse had ended up teaching her more about Love then she had ever learned before hand. Oh if she could go back in time, but that was folly to think of, no one could change the past. This was the first symbol of their love, it was more sentimental then practical, but for Allsion that sometimes did not matter.
Allison… had no idea what the cloth was, really. It wasn’t particularly recognizable; maybe in better condition than a lot of cloth that had survived this long, but otherwise not something that would stand out at all. It was rolled up, so she couldn’t be completely sure how large it was, but it didn’t look that large. Maybe one of those specialty fabrics that had been developed by NASA, that was extremely thin and light but warmer than anything but electric blankets? Those could fold up quite small sometimes, and it wasn’t always obvious what they were until you touched them. Allison was fairly sure that that kind of fabric wasn’t needed, but it could be useful. And if Aura said it was worth it….
The cloth didn’t feel particularly like any of that specialty fabric either, though, so that idea was out. It did seem a bit heavy, though, and a few seconds’ examination confirmed that there was something inside the fabric.
Well, that probably explained why the fabric didn’t seem particularly special.
Allison unwrapped it carefully, incase the something was fragile, and found… a necklace. Which either was, or was a duplicate of, the one Aura had given her on their first date. Allison stared at it for a moment, then beamed as she looked back up at Aura and held it out. “Help me put it on?” She wasn’t blushing as much as she had the first time she’d gotten this gift, at least, but Allison wouldn’t be at all surprised if she was blushing.
The fabric had been protected from the elements by simple location. Aura smiled as Allison unwrapped the old gift. Allsion's reaction was the greatest reward for her however, that alone made it all worth while. As long as Allison was alive, life was worth it, had meaning.
SHe took the necklace and slipped behind ALlison, though before she bothered with the necklace, the purposely ran a finger up Allison's spine, before reaching her neck, she slipped her fingers over Allison's shoulder's as she put the necklace on her love. She leaned over Allsions's shoulder to get a good look herself. "That's still a lovely shade on you" she teased as she smiled brightly, even as she attempted to run a finger across the cheek.
"I love you" She said as she moved closer, Wrapping her hand's around Allsion's stomach"Such a beautiful woman" she said softly in her ear. Moving around to look Allison in the face again she spoke again. "It survived all this time under sanctuary's ruins" she said. It had been hard to judge just where the room's had been and so it had ultimately taken her a considerable amount of time.
