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.
Kate smiled kindly bobbing her head to Jude’s chosen tempo with her lips tightly squished together. The biggest problem with having perfect pitch is that when someone makes a mistake it is much like nails on a chalk board. But still she found a way to listen and teach Jude without needing to march away. She would occasionally cringe but she understood that he was learning and wouldn’t always get everything right.
As the piece progressed she could hear his struggle in the keys. His speed became erratic and his hands slipped as he became more and more lost.
>>>>I think Chopin has issues.
Kate laughed and looked over at the boy. “That was really very good for a first try Jude. The piece is hard. It is meant to help you learn. And I think every great composer has issues. They have to get inspiration from somewhere after all.” She looked over at the time. They had never really had a set hour or whatever it was. She didn’t charge his mother for the lessons and didn’t see a point in setting rules to them. Unless she had something to do she didn’t mind sitting here with him until he wanted to call it quits. Something she could always tell by his loss of focus. “Lets try it slowly with the right hand only.”
> "They have to get inspiration from somewhere after all.”
Ah. The tortured artist had to be tortured in order for it to be any good, eh? That got his brain gears ticking.
Right hand only. Jude practiced under Kate's watchful eye under he thought his brain started to feel stale and his fingers creaked. He didn't get it right 100% any of the times he played even with one hand only, but he had gotten close once or twice.
"Argh." Jude let his forehead bonk gently into the keys which produced a nice accidental harmony. "I'm fried."
His brain was swirling in circles and he only had a few questions left for his mentor. Anything to stop the practicing.
"Kate, you're an artist." He observed this fact as if she might not have noticed before. "Does that mean you're tortured? You don't go out looking for trouble, do you? Something to inspire a song or something?"
Kate smiled kindly at the poor tired boy. She knew that he would be done soon. She put her hand on his back and leaned forward to see more of his face. “If you want to stop we can. You know you decide how long you want to play for.”
>>>>>Kate, you're an artist. Does that mean you're tortured? You don't go out looking for trouble, do you? Something to inspire a song or something?
She rose from her seat and started to pack up her iPad as he spoke to her. She nodded her head with a smile as she was a artist in a way. But as she spoke she froze and her smile faded. She looked into his brown eyes and said nothing. She could be thought of as tortured. She had seen her share of bad things, but she was privileged and rich and all these things that made her not really allowed to be tortured. “I well… I guess I am a bit. But I’m not a composer.” She looked away from him not really wanting to talk about this as her mom and her dad and everything else that went through her life filled her mind.
Jude sighed. He shouldn't have bothered taking a survey when he already knew the answer without the specifics.
"Seems like everybody's got a little darkness in their life." He sat back and rested his palms on the back edge of the piano bench with his fingers trailing down behind them. Jude worked his neck first by twisting it left and then right until it gave a thick pop. Ah yeah. That was the stuff. He left his thought of darkness behind.
"Why don't you compose? I hear you play. Your fingers are magical."
>>>>>Seems like everybody's got a little darkness in their life.
He truly had no idea how right he was. Kate let out a little sigh as she started getting ready to leave and lock up the room. “Around here it is hard not to have darkness. Not in the world we live in. So much hate.”
>>>>>Why don't you compose? I hear you play. Your fingers are magical.
Kate chuckled at his words. She couldn’t say she ever thought of her fingers as magical. “Never really tried to compose.” She shrugged and turned to look back at him, “You know you could have magical fingers too with the right amount of practice.” She smiled at him knowing she would probably get a smart remark for that but not really caring.
Jude's eyebrows shot up to meet his hairline. That's what she said. That's what she said. That's what she said. "You almost sound like a real teacher." He teased. And he was proud that it wasn't even a tad inappropriate. See? He could stay a kid and do kid things.
Kate chuckled and smiled at him. He was always so funny and had this way of cheering her up on a bad day. It was interesting how one little kid could turn around the remembrance of a few bad memories. “I have had plenty of practice teaching a prat like you.” Her smile grew into a grin as she laughed at her own joke.
