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.
He was surly and combative as a teen. Maya has some small experience with teenagers.
"Cafas..." Maya used her thumb on his jaw line to tow his face in line with hers. "If you can't forgive yourself, you're never going to be able to move on."
She turned his face back to the mirror, but kept talking. "I want you to apologize because you are your worst enemy." That's what her instincts told her anyway, with how he'd acted and the dreams... the regret. Everything. "You're self critical and I take that personally." Nobody talked smack to her Cafas. Not even her Cafas.
"You have to know that by letting me in so close..." She shrugged and pulled her legs up into her arms, still perched on the bathroom counter, "Now when you beat yourself up... Well, now you beat me too. I still believe in you, Cafas." Maybe she was stupid for that. Maybe he didn't know how to move on. But she had to go with how she felt. Any horror at his past was tempered with the confidence she had in the veracity of his actions. Those actions were what led to her trust and love him.
"Look, an apology... It doesn't mean that you condone or excuse what happened. It does not mean that you forget. It just means that you close that chapter and apply the lessons you learned toward making yourself the kind of person you want to be."
A sigh escaped him through the nose. Purple eyes met a matching pair staring a him from the mirror, and for a moment he wanted to punch the guy he saw. The look of suffering he found, hidden behind a layer of hatred, was all that saved him from seven years of bad luck.
A brown shift came over hi eyes, and angry tension drooped into resigned regret. No longer was he staring at the mask of rage, it was but a veneer, stripped away by the realisation he was hurting Maya as much as he was himself.
His eyes flicked around his own face, lingering on features he'd been ignoring for a long time. Shadows under his eyes, the beginnings of frown creases on his brow, the first signs of roughness on his skin. He looked closer to thirty than twenty five. Who knew how much grey the pink covered. He'd been putting body and soul through hell for years, and it was starting to show. He looked tired, and he hated to think what he might look like if he didn't take such good care of himself.
It had to stop. For him, and for Maya.
"I'm sorry. Sorry for what I've put you through. Sorry for the actions, and sorry that I could never move past them. Some were necessary, some were accidents, some the misguided passions of a strong sense of justice, and some the desperate actions of a scared man." He paused, thinking, staring at his own eyes and wondering when they had become so old. "I have to move forward now though. I'm going to be better. Rely on violence less and words more. I cannot promise you that I'll never kill anyone else, but I can promise that if it happens, it will be necessary in no uncertain terms."
There. It was the best he could do. He felt a bit of a fool, talking to himself with Maya right there. He wished he could be more absolute in not killing, but life had proven before that there wasn't always another option. At least, not another acceptable option.
Let's just hope it never comes up again...
He turned to Maya, sitting all folded up on the bench He couldn't even muster an attempt at a smile and a joke. He just kind of folded onto her, eyes buried in the crook of her neck, and tried his best not to cry. "How was that? Did I do okay?" Perhaps he was better equipped than her to answer that question, being the one receiving the apology, but he still needed her approval. "And did you know that sad guy was hiding behind an angry mas this whole time? You'd think I'd have known... Yet I don't feel that I did."
She couldn't see his eyes, only his posture and lack of movement from the way Maya'd seated herself. That was intentional, but it allowed her to start a mental merry-go-round that wouldn't quit until he did something. But he didn't. He spent so long just staring straight ahead that Maya had time to cycle through quite a bit of self-doubt.
He thought the idea was dumb, he'd already told her so. He thought she was being dumb. Maybe heavy-handed. He was totally deciding that this wasn't the way he wanted to go. He was probably deciding to go put a permanent end to some evil-doer right now. Maybe even Isabel. Was she was wrong to try to stick to an ideal?
>"I'm sorry..."
She tried to stay still and silent. This was what she'd been hoping for and hope bloomed fresh in her chest.
And pride.
He looked to her and she opened her arms and legs to envelop him.
> "How was that? Did I do okay?"
"Yeah." She pet his hair and held him close with everything that she had. "I'm really proud of you." And she was really, really hoping he could stick to what he'd told himself.
> "...did you know that sad guy was hiding behind an angry mask this whole time?"
"Yeah. I mean, not really, but yeah." She breathed a laugh into his hair, almost like this was fragile and she was afraid that speaking too loud would pop the little soap bubble of this moment. "The Cafas I know is caring," she notarized the description with a stamp of approval kiss against his hair, "sensitive," his ear, "and earnest," his cheek bone.
"Anger is always an iceberg." At least in her experience it was. That was probably why showing kindness, even to those who had lashed out in anger toward her, had almost always changed attitudes if not minds.
Maya pressed her cheek to Cafas' stubbly cheek and just tried to radiate how proud she was of Cafas. "I love you..."