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.
The sign said the end is near. Elliott thought that was a bit presumptuous. Also, wasn't the more traditional sign 'the end is nigh'? He liked that better. More old school, like fire and brimstone and really bad eggs. But who was he to critique a crazy man?
As the man stumbled down the streets, looking homeless in his heavy overcoat and Russian ear flap hat and six week old beard, he clutched his sign up proudly to announce to the whole world that it was ending soon please thanks and maybe you could spare some change for the rocket ship so he could get the hell out of here?
Elliott thought it was a one-off, a one-of, a singular event that didn't have more to follow, like a novel that was not a part of a larger series and would never get a major motion picture deal where they'd have to split it into halves so they could make more cash. Or thirds even though one movie was more than enough. But, no... suddenly, a man with another sign stumbled out of an alley to join the first, and another from the other side of the street. Holy crap. It was a flash mob!
One man was 7 feet tall and built like a statue. No, literally, a golden God like the golden globes trophy. The way he walked, you got the feeling he probably wasn't anatomically correct. The glare on his face against the rest of the world certainly cemented the theory in Elliott's mind. His sign was a traditional one, so he had that going for him, which was nice.
Another man wore a horse head. Or had a horse head. Elliott wasn't sure which. People in the crowd parted for him. His sign said the end was neigh. It really said that. Elliott had to give horse head props.
All in all, there were 4 more people after the first 3, all wearing costumes and carrying similar signs. That made 7. At their head was a man in a mad hatter costume. His sign made Elliott cover his face in shame. On it, someone had painted the symbol for Ragnarok in glowing rainbows. A mutant power had to be involved, what with how the symbol flowed and shifted on the board. It was a Ragnarok flash mob. For the love of Ann Coulter! No. Just no.
This was unreasonably silly. Stop. Crap like this made him ashamed to be affiliated with a nameless shadowy chaos faction with no discernible goals or organization.
Amelia stared. No. It wasn't a protest. It hadn't been approved by bureaucracy. It was just a sudden, directionless march. The people had signs talking about the end of the world. It was perplexing. One person with a sign would be nothing. Just your average new york crazy. They were a dime a dozen. It wasn't special. But this many people spoke of coordination. It spoke of direction, of a message. And that message was about the end of the world.
Ragnarok. The symbol. She saw it now. A group like that made the news often, though they'd been a little quiet recently. For a group like that, it wasn't clear whether that was good or not. Silent, waiting. The calm before the storm. Those were thoughts that came to her as she stared at the signs.
The officer pulled her radio from where it was clipped on her belt, and made a quick report of a parade on their street. She asked if anyone had heard about it, whether or not it was approved, and what she might do. Maybe she should talk to them and get them to disperse? She didn't like it. It was only 7 people... but if they were affiliated with Ragnarok, there was the potential for something more than just peaceful marching. She waited while the precinct got back to her.
Elliott scratched his head. What to do, what to do? This was bad presss, but if he spoke to them about it, he'd associate with them. Ragnarok was supposed to be in the shadows... but someone was doing something. People had done nothing or the bare minimums for far too long. Where was the setting people up,for murder? The bulldozing houses because because? The random acts of foolish violence that helped destabilize the world? Anarchy? Ragnarok? Maybe this would drum up enthusiasm? It could also make people disregard a group that had fallen from grace.
There were 7 people in the group. He knew none of them. The Hatter was leading them down the street. One mutant started singing. His voice shattered window panes and storefronts. The song wasn't so bad. It was that coconuts song. The one about lovely coconuts. So strange. But at least it wasn't something more popular, like it's raining men.
Someone in the crowd was wearing a police uniform. Crap. There would be retaliation now that some had shattered glass.
