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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Only a few hours had passed since the incident, and she couldn't sleep. She couldn't do much of anything, really. She had changed out of the clothes she'd worn on the date, afraid of what might possibly gotten on them that night. Thrown them away, too. She'd buy another dress and shoes for her next door neighbor later at some point. She spent a good hour brushing, rinsing, and then re-brushing her teeth
After an hour of trying and failing to get some sleep, due to Saph urging her too, she gave up and hopped on her computer. She needed answers, and while she wasn't entirely sure where to find them she was determined to at least try. After plugging her laptop in and booting it up, she opened up the web browser and got to typing...
--- 1st Day:
Six hours later the sun was up and birds were chirping outside. Her search had been fruitless so far, but she wasn't entirely surprised. From what she knew of the monster, he was good and vanishing without a trace after his crimes. She had, however, stumbled across a forum in which one person had mentioned a cockroach like mutant.... And while his story was a little hard to believe, considering it included a government conspiracy, it was currently the only lead she had to go on. Printing the minimal information the post had, she pinned it to one of her blank walls and hopped back on. With little to go on save for her own experiences, she took the time to create her own account and posted her own query. Perhaps there were more people out there who had seen or encountered him... perhaps they would be willing to share information with her through the anonymous veil of the web.
She left that page open on it's own tab, and opened another to get back to searching for any and all news stories that may have involved the Roach.
---
Hours in and she was starving, but had found some pretty good leads... in her opinion. There were quite a few sightings mixed in with various other stories from around the city. A lot of them were honestly pretty nonsensical, like a report she stumbled upon that had to do with a giant bug-man who more or less fit Roach's description, abducting a woman and then throwing her off of a building. The lead, however small, also linked her to a web address for a video; poor quality, probably done with a phone.. but there was just enough there for her to hear an echo of the cockroaches booming voice in the background, shortly before the woman was tossed from the top and the gathered crowd below started screaming. She added it to her small stack of currently info, took a moment to stretch and stare at the ceiling listlessly, and then dove right back into the search.
Times passed painfully slowly. She could feel exhaustion settling into her body, into her muscles and bones... but she didn't dare to try and sleep. The horrors that had occurred only a day prior were still fresh in her mind. She she paused even for a moment, it was enough that the horror would set in anew.
So with dark, puffy bags starting to form under her eyes, she marched steadily onward. She got a few possible tips from her post on the online forum... nothing really worth further investigating.. but, she had a map gradually being frankenstein-ed into existence on her wall and thus added a few sticky notes about possible sighting locations anyway. The wall in question had gone from having one printed area map pinned to it, to having a dozen. Most of them were congregated around the same area in New York. It seemed like, if her info was at all correct, the giant bug man was rather busy most of his time in the darker corners of the state. Places with generally higher crime rates. Poverty stricken and troubled.
Then again, there were a few more grandiose sightings of him in the more popular parts of New York. He was a spectacle to behold, for sure, when you hadn't seen his horrible side.
Her crowning victory for the day, though, came in the form of another little article she found... plucked from yet another small, obscure newspaper. The article basically described a few instances of strange things happening on the same street within the span of a month or two... only a few things really stood out in the article, but the main one she latched into had to do with another Roach like description... and this one had him dragging giant, black bags that were leaking red liquid. Apparently the cops had been called. She glossed over the rest of it, looked up the area, and added another location onto her growing map.
The next dozen or so hours passed by in a blur. To outside eyes she had most definitely lost her mind at some point, probably day one. She had amassed quite a map of possible sightings and leads on her wall and had added little notations of each instance to help her keep track of what she was doing. At some point the night prior she had also printed out a picture of herself and Jen, from a year ago, and pinned it to the wall to the left of her little 'project'. When she started to feel tried, or like the stress was going to overwhelm her, all she had to do was look at that woman's face (which was still not a pleasant memory in any light) and she had managed to gather up what remained of her strength to continue on.
Still, it had nearly been three full days since she had started... She hadn't slept save for a few moments where she nodded off, then promptly woke herself back up screaming. She hadn't eaten, because that meant leaving her room, and if she left her room that meant talking to people. People who would surely worry about her, and try to get her to drop the whole thing.
She showered, once, and it had been freezing cold. She had needed the wake up desperately.
But... all of that aside, on the third day she also got an answer to one of the questions that had been plaguing her since the whole thing had started, and a new lead. The lead, which was from a slightly larger article than normal, came from the previous owner of a Comicbook store that also happened to sell donuts. Said owner of the time of the incident had recounted the whole terrifying ordeal. The glee and strangeness. He recounted that he hadn't been alone, but had been working with one of the better known mass murderers at the time in order to extort money from the store. The man had gotten a broken arm, a damaged store, and the Roach he talked about had assaulted one of his customers. It helped that someone had apparently called the cops, so there were multiple witnesses and references to a police report in the article.
It was a strange story, that was for sure... but it was also a very important piece to her puzzle.
The day had shifted into night, and she was struggling more than normal to stay awake. No really sleep for that long was sure to do it to ya. She had been stationed at her desk, her chin propped up in one hand, eyes struggling to stay open... when she head a little sound.
A notification popped up in the corner of her laptop. An email regarding a reply to her question posted on the forum. Now, at that point she had gotten quite a few and not many of them were helpful. Some of them were downright wrong, or completely off in left field. But... as she opened her thread and started to read, she discovered a cryptic message that had her curiosity peaked.
"Message me" Was all it said. No ranting, no sarcasm. Shelby eyed the screen for a moment, adjusting herself in her chair, and moved her mouth slowly to the PM button.
"You asked me to message you, about the Roach in New York. Why? Do you know anything?"
She hit submit, chewed on her bottom lip and stared at the screen.
An hour later she got a message back.
"He uses cockroaches to spy for him." Was all it said. She blinked, an anxious, excited feeling swelling in her chest.
"How? What else does he do?" She paused mid sentence, watching the text line blink, "Who are you?"
Hours passed and she received no reply. She clicked on the profile for the Anon who had posted the message. It had been deleted. The profile was gone. Shelby could have cried, honestly... what felt like the first solid person she had come across, someone who seemed to know about the cockroach himself rather than just glimpses of him or stories from years ago, had slipped through her fingers. Maybe she had scared them off.
Heaving a sigh, she glanced at the clock next to her. It was past a responsible hour. Past a sane hour considering what the last few days had involved. Still, she drafted up a note about the cockroaches, added it to her pile and stared the whole mess down.
She felt like she had a lot of good information now. More than she had before, at least. Her opponent was insane, or at least seemed to be based on the stories she had come across. He didn't have a pattern. He did did what he wanted, when he wanted. She wasn't sure if that made her feel better, or worse.
She needed to get this information to someone. In the right hands she was sure it could help... maybe it could help a lot, and soon there would be one less psycho on the street. With a mirthless smirk on her lips, she set about gathering all of the evidence she could fit in her arms, and made for the closest person she knew could help...
