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.
After several pages of paperwork, a quick tour, and a heartfelt goodbye to her father, Glitch was finally done. Her move into the Mansion was official. This was her new bedroom. No roommate yet, but that was bound to change soon.
As she unpacked, her robotic hands trembled with nervous excitement. Glitch had heard good things about the place, that it was a home and shelter for many young mutants. But, she didn't know anyone there. Her strange appearance just complicated things. What would the other students think about her?
Attempting to push her anxieties aside, Glitch went to pick up the stack near the doorway. Unfortunately, her hands were still shaking, and the chess set on top slid off. It hit the floor with a clatter. Several of the plastic pieces rolled out of the bedroom and into the hallway. Sighing, Glitch got down on the ground to collect them.
It was a run of the mill walk of the halls-- really, that was what this job was. Glorified hall-monitoring. At least she hadn't gotten stuck with walking the perimeter-- it was overcast when Jack had gotten of the bus this morning, and she would've hated to get caught in the rain.
"'eeeeyyy, Jacky!" a little frog-looking boy greeted, holding up a fist. Jack gave his fist a light bump in return, smiling. The kids here were lovely. A churlish shapeshifter lingered behind him, his jaw twitching. He was a shy one.
"What'chu u' to, kid?" she greeted.
"Chase and me are gonna go play some basketball-" the Chase in-question nodded his head, confirming this announcement, "-wanna join? We could do three-flies up!"
"I got inside duty today," Jack sighed, feigning disappointment, "May'e you can get one uzz duh yard duties to join?"
"Aaawww, fine~" the frog-boy sighed, "But you owe us!"
"Dess-initely."
She waved and continued down the hall, venturing towards the girls' wing of the residential hall. The air changed noticeably-- from pubescent boy stink to the flowery scent of a half-dozen different types of body sprays. Raucous shouts became the occasional squeal or titter. Some doors were open, others were closed. Jack padded along, her hands tucked into her pockets.
It was a rather quiet day. A rather slow one.
A clatter jarred Jack from her thoughts, a few chess pieces bouncing into the hall before rolling to a stop. Woops, head's up. Jack leaned over, pinching the stragglers with one hand and depositing them into her other. A rather... yellow... individual was retrieving the pieces that'd had fallen in the room itself.
Looking a little shaken as they knelt amongst a few boxes. A new kid.
"Errysing okay in dere?" Jack inquired gently, lingering just outside the door. She tapped her badge with her free primary hand, "I'n Jacquelyn. One o' duh security 'ersonel. I just go 'y Jack."
One by one, the recovered pieces went back into the box. That appeared to be it for those in the room. Glitch moved on to the hallway and started searching the floor for the rest of them. Distracted, she wasn't yet aware of the other person's presence.
That was, until they spoke up. Glitch nearly jumped out of her metal shell when they did. “Holy-” Crap. It was her first day, and she was starting to make a fool of herself. “Yeah, I'm good,” she responded with haste. “Just dropped something.”
Jack the shrimp woman security guard. Though the gender was a bit of a surprise, that should be easy enough to remember.
“I'm Glitch,” she replied. “Well, Gladys, really, but who the hell names their kid that?” Sorry Mom and Dad.
She held the box out in front of Jack. “You can put them in here, thanks.” From the looks of it, several chess pieces were still missing.
