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 a busy time for Amelia. Having graduated from high school and started college, she was finding less and less time for goofing around. Other things, she found even harder to keep up with. Gone were the days of opulent free time and time spent in the mansion library, helping sort books. At least, for the most part. She still found time to help out the librarian (when she could). The mansion library was a tight ship. Maybe not Madam Pince tight, but darn well close. And her time as a mansion greeter, a position she still felt was a little strange, left her at the mansion often enough for the occasional book-sorting day.
She hadn't really decided one morning to be a mansion greeter. It had just sort of happened. Amid the college studying, college classes, and library time, it had just made sense. If she'd had the time to slip it in, she'd have gotten a job at a store, a burger place, or something else... but she just hadn't found the time. Luckily for her, this wasn't her first rodeo. She'd had jobs before. Volunteer-work and a couple of paid helper positions for various school sporting events, some time at a clothing store as a sales clerk, and a few family jobs and odds and ends meant she didn't have a blank resume. She'd been smart enough to avoid that nightmare. This 'Mansion Greeter' job, she'd decided, would just be temporary.
The first few weeks of greeting had been fun. As she wheeled the book cart up to a shelf, and pulled a book out, checking its title, author, and number against the others for appropriate placement, she mused on where the weeks had went.
They'd had a kid in her first week who could walk through walls. But there'd been a twist. He could only walk through wooden walls. Well, maybe not ONLY wooden walls, but walls composed largely of wood. Really, he'd gone on to explain, it wasn't so much a restriction on WALLS as it was wood. He could walk through wood. Seeing as not all walls were wood, and he'd discovered his mutation at his grandfather's cabin, then gone on to test it relentlessly until he'd figured it out, his description of his mutation had been a wince-inducing, slightly-painful, listen. He'd even momentarily forgotten his own limitations, and tried to demonstrate by showing off for the pretty girl (his words, not her's.) He'd hit his head. Doc Prof hadn't liked that.
The next person she'd shown around was a young girl, only 11, with long dark hair and a brilliant smile. Her mutation had been truly fascinating. They'd gone into a discussion about it at great length while she'd given the girl and her parent's the tour. One of the other mansion students, a tiny bio-lumenescent girl with a tiny lisp, had been really excited to tag along and 'discuth it'. Nightlight had even demonstrated her mutation for them all, and made the dark-haired girl feel a bit less impressive after the fact.
She was getting quite good at showing people around the mansion, though she supposed that had more to do with showing it repeatedly. Amelia knew where everything was, had Danger Room access (both by position, and because she remembered her Ex's pass code), knew the library in and out, and had gotten exceedingly good at dealing with parents.
So many parents she had dealt with were worried. They fretted constantly over their darling children (who usually felt too old for this behavior), asking lots of questions, and embarrassing their children more than they helped. Then, you had the aloof parents. The ones who didn't seem to want to be there. Maybe they didn't fully approve of their child's mutation. Maybe they were a little scared of it. Maybe they had a more pressing matter on their schedule, or their mind, but whatever the reason, they weren't as doting, or curious about the mansion. In fact, some of them simply dropped their kids and their luggage off, and had to get called back from their car because they'd neglected to fill out the appropriate paperwork. One man had even forgotten to give her contact information on where to reach him. This was not an orphanage, she had him know, and he still needed to keep tabs on his daughter. She wasn't old enough to run her own life.
She could have been a cop, looked into volunteer fire fighting, or dug deeper on requirements for how to join the CIA, but at the moment, helping kids settle into the mansion felt very rewarding to Amelia. Life was long, even if it was short. There was plenty of time for busting into exciting new fields later on. For now, she reasoned, she was also still too young for joining the police, though she had researched what sorts of training classes they had for people interested in joining. As for the X-men, that was still out of the question... at least, for the moment. She'd decided it might be better to leave that to the people who wanted to go out there and risk their lives. She was willing to risk her's, if the right situation came up, but... she still felt maybe Mirror had been too hasty to throw his entire life into X-men fun-times and Mansion Greeter duties, without exploring his options as far as education and other jobs went.
Exploration, she'd done. The fact she was a greeter now was not hypocrisy. That, she was certain of. She'd built up her skill set, crafted her resume, and gotten started in college before she'd decided to be a mansion greeter. Or at least, it had been something like that!
Large men still came at her on padded mats, now and again. Aikido, she still trained in (when she could). With a trainer like Quin to look up to (when Quin was on-duty there), it had not been the kind of routine she would quit.
As she shelved another book, she contemplated the fact she hadn't been to a shooting range in a week. Resolution built up in her. The Danger Room, Amelia decided, would get a visitor. And maybe, it'd get someone practicing their mutation, too. A small smirk pulled the right corner of her mouth (as it was wont to do). She liked that.
Her mind wandered again. Maybe Jameson would be interested in taking some aikido lessons again? He'd flaked off on the martial arts training regimen she'd wanted to take him through. Or, at least, they hadn't talked much recently since graduation. Another smile hit her as she recalled the ceremony, and all of that.
Maybe Jameson could learn how to use a gun?
Was there anyone else she hadn't talked to in a while, who desperately needed attention?
Shelf, shelf. Wander, wander. Her mind skipped idly and randomly through the pumpkin patch of ideas. Maybe nursing school would be fun? Or at least, she could take a first aid class? Some CPR? That'd be a good skill for a mansion greeter to have. Her mind made an addition to the to-do list as she rolled the cart on to another shelf. Sci Fi was getting shelved, now.