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 had hoped to be wrong when he had been freaking out about the incident with the META bot. He had figured that he was just over dramatizing things. And that the news story would blow over and that things would go back to normal.
He had never been so wrong in his life...err well not for a good long time at least.
While the two men who had attacked him were still recovering their full sense of hearing (the sound waves had been close enough and loud enough to really rattle their brains as it were) -- it didn't mean that everyone else that had been around didn't recognize his face. And of course they told their friends and those friends told more friends and it had gotten around way more then Levi had wanted it to.
And now he was facing the consequences for his actions. It was self defense though! He had told himself this. They had attacked him first instead of going on their merry little way. It was that dratted robot's fault. If only it hadn't misfired. But it had. There was no changing that or changing anything really. It had happened and what was --well was.
Didn't mean that he didn't have regrets though.
His boss had fired him saying that his actions had brought bad press to the shop. Levi had a feeling that it was because of his powers more than the fight, but he didn't say anything lest he get into another fight and he had no intentions of that.
Then he had to literally sweet talk his land lord into not kicking him out. The land lord conceded for the month since Levi had already paid the rent, but afterward she had told him to leave or else. She had always been anti mutant and this misadventure had not helped either him or her views that all mutants were dangerous and should be treated as such.
Levi had spent the better part of the afternoon (after getting hassled enough to make him want to throw something) in his room on the internet. He was trying to find an job. An option. Something. Anything would do really. He was not picky. He then saw the posting about Haven and his interest pricked.
Haven was known as a place that helped folks out. Maybe they'd help him out too. He honestly wasn't holding his breath, but he was going to try anyways. Why? Well why not? It beat moping around and then becoming homeless all while moping around. He was in a bind and he wouldn't get anywhere by doing nothing. He found the founder's social media page and then paused.
Would this really work? Would he help him out? Or throw him under the bus like others already had?
It was a few minutes of hem hawing about it before he clicked the messenger button on the other's FaceBook page. It took him another few moments to gather his courage and to find his words to to type something. Looking back on it, he'd probably call himself stupid for this, but here in the present, his nerves was taking over. He couldn't help it!
"Is this Devon Hadden?"
He hit send and now to wait for an answer and hope that this was going to go the way he wanted it to...
Devon wasn’t about to allow himself to be removed from his day to day, his common news media, his watching of social media. He had a public persona now, sure, but he wasn’t some corporate hot shot. He still had his own social media account and was smart enough to keep it privately secured unlike some politicians…
It wasn’t until late that night that he scoped through his messages and saw one of interest. The person wasn’t familiar to him and neither was the name. Still, Devon wasn’t one to be rude. Sometimes it was simply a matter of someone wanting to feel acknowledged and Devon could point them in the right direction.
~Hello, yes this is Devon. How can I help you, Mister Christiansen?~
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It wasn't long before he got a response. Oh we were prompt. This was a good thing. Yes this was Devon the response had said. Or at least he could hope so. But somehow he didn't think this was a joke. Or that someone was messing with him. Call it naive or stupid but that was how he felt about it. He had heard that Devon was a mutant. Maybe that was what had drawn him to seek the other man out for help. If anyone understood what he felt it would be another mutant right?
Right. Or at least that was what he was telling himself. He could be walking into the lion's den -- a small voice inside of his head told him. But Levi wasn't listening to it. He needed something and he wasn't going to get it otherwise.
How could the other help he had read.
Levi began typing again,
'I've heard that you're a mutant. So am I. To make a long story short -- a lot of people know of my abilities. People who I wished didn't. Let's just say that they aren't happy about it. I need some work. Are you willing to hire?'
Devon filled his water glass and took his phone back to the sofa. Well this was an awkward message. What kind of abilities? Was this some shady underground dealer trying to get work, a merc for hire, some random kid, a friend of Cal’s, someone from the Order, a Sanctuary kid’s friend… Devon had no idea.
Maybe it was purely a matter of phrasing.
~Mr. Christiansen, I’m sorry to hear that. Are you in school and this is a bullying matter or is this family related? Sanctuary can offer you a place to stay if that’s what you need, there’s also community help as well. What kind of work are you looking for? Were you unfairly let go from a job?~
For now he’d focus on the straight up and up. Maybe this person was simply reaching out. It read a bit like someone was acting against him and he’d lost work, but it was a bit difficult to tell.
