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 clones continued to bicker, as if they had been trained to do only one thing. The angry clone kept the other an arms length away. The scene was growing tiresome. Linc slouched down to the ground. The weight of his chest amplified. The hollow space in his chest was a vacuum, sucking the air out of his lungs and forcing him to exert much more energy than he cared to.
"You're going to break it if you hold it high like that!" The one clone flailed his arms like limp sausages at the camera held in the other clone's hand.
"If you don't get off of me, I'll shove your a** into that Mercedes-Benz", the angry clone kept the camera away from the other clone. The scene was reminiscent of the times when Abe would take Linc's favorite MP3 player and hold it out of reach because he wanted it for himself.
Linc shrugged an empty shrug at the female.
"Your apology won't change anything. My day is officially ruined. I haven't had any clone issues since the 8th grade." Linc blinked with a sluggish rhythm. He slumped further on the cold ground, his bags still littered on the ground. His head rested on his knees and he let out a huge sigh. He took out his phone and pulled up instagram, scrolling through the image feeds that popped back up.
"Maybe they'll disappear if I forget about them. Who knows..."
The guy was slowly melting into some kind of a self-pity puddle, while his two copies were performing a slapstick comedy in the background. What the hell was this dude's problem? Sveta already apologized. And honestly, she had seen duplicators before, with all kinds of messed up relationships with their clones, but this one just... didn't seem to care.
>>"Your apology won't change anything. My day is officially ruined. I haven't had any clone issues since the 8th grade."
Sveta pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a pained sigh.
"Oh, **** me..." it was just her style to punch some deeply buried power management issues out of a random stranger.
>>"Maybe they'll disappear if I forget about them. Who knows..."
Sveta sighed, and rubbed her forehead. She really just wanted to walk away. Why couldn't she just walk away?
"Hey, you two!" she called out to the clones "Your main guy is not looking so well. What's his deal, huh? Is he gonna like, dissolve or something?"
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Their heads both turned at the sound of her voice and they dropped their hands to their sides.
The one holding the camera paused. He ruffled his hair with his hand, scrunched his face and shook his head.
"Sh**. What are we doing? F***. None of this was supposed to happen!" He held up the camera in his hand, looked at the woman, and was ready to slam the camera against the asphalt. The other one saw the glint in his eyes and reached forward to take the camera before he threw his arm down.
"Y-you! Stop! I know that I thought that, if we just busied ourselves with all this photography, then we wouldn't have to blame anyone else but ourselves. But getting mad and breaking things will screw us up even more! The fact that we're even talking right now shouldn't be happening!"
"Shut-up, shut-up, shut-up!" The other one grabbed for the camera again, but the other one squeezed it close to his chest and turned his back to the other-other one. Then he resorted to punching the other one in the back. Muffled screams
"Don't you see what's happening? Stop running for once and face your f***ing problems head on! Give. Me. The. Camera!"
Linc looked up from his cell phone screen, at Sveta, then to his bickering twins. "Oh look. I'm beating myself up. Damn."
She at least managed to get the two clones' attention by yelling at them. That was something. They were still mostly focused on their own bickering, but she could gain some insight into the mutation she was looking at.
>>"Sh**. What are we doing? F***. None of this was supposed to happen!"
>>"Y-you! Stop! I know that I thought that, if we just busied ourselves with all this photography, then we wouldn't have to blame anyone else but ourselves. But getting mad and breaking things will screw us up even more! The fact that we're even talking right now shouldn't be happening!"
Sveta blinked as the clones went at each other again. So they were... what, psychological splinters of the main body? Embodiment of his problems with himself?
"Okay, this needs a team of shrinks..."
>>"Oh look. I'm beating myself up. Damn."
"Alright, you need to get a grip on yourself and reabsorb those two." Sveta sighed "I can't help because I'm gonna make things worse. But seriously, man, pull yourself together."
Puns. Sometimes they just happened.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Linc sat on the asphalt. The warmth in his butt seeped out and cold replaced it, making him want to stand. The cold was uncomfortable.
>>"You can't reel your own clones in?..."
Linc groaned and instead of walking toward his clones, made his way to the woman. He straightened
his clothes and slicked back his hair. Women liked it when he slicked his hair back, right? He tried his best to smile. He slung his camerabag over his shoulder and walked up to the woman, holding a hand out in front of him.
>>"Sorry. I should not have punched you. I... overreacted."
"I'm sorry too, I hope. I'm Lincoln... My gut is telling me that they'll eventually tucker out. You seem smart, if SUPER is after you and all. I don't suppose you know what to do with them?" Linc managed to stifle a yawn. Yawning was rude. Nothing could be worse than him breaking apart at this moment, but he didn't want to be rude. He also hoped that holding out his hand for a handshake was the polite thing to do. He had trouble recalling how important handshakes were supposed to be.
"I don't get why we're still fighting," One of the other Linc's let go of the camera and lowered his head. He looked at his hands, staring long and hard. He then began to hold himself in a tight-hug.
That clone's voice sounded familiar to Linc. While he meditated, he'd try and sort out different voices carrying different emotions. The voice that questioned everything or tried to prevent bad situations from occurring was the voice of anxiety. The voice of fear. Mentally, he could come to that conclusion. As much as he tried to remember feeling afraid during his meditation, however, he couldn't stir up the same thoughts of anxiety or fear in his own chest. Nor could he feel anything else. Yet, that clone was obviously and pitifully afraid. He, Lincoln McKeller, was afraid. To see his fear embodied was intellectually intriguing, yet Linc didn't feel any pleasure for his discovery.
"I don't f***ing understand, either!" The other clone grabbed the camera and in finally holding it in his arms, stared blankly at its glowing screen. "F***! Literal, F***! Why can't I stop swearing my f***ing face off!" He stared back up at the woman, swinging the camera at her face.
"That one's me, but scared. And that one's me but mad." Linc pointed to himself so the woman could see. If he could laugh, he would have laughed. This seemed like a moment where he should be laughing, but none of him were laughing.
>>"I'm sorry too, I hope. I'm Lincoln... My gut is telling me that they'll eventually tucker out. You seem smart, if SUPER is after you and all. I don't suppose you know what to do with them?"
She might have been smart, but he was honestly an idiot. He offered a hand, after what had just happened. Sveta recoiled a little too hard, and then folded her arms with a sigh.
"Touching is a bad idea, trust me."
How many clones would he spawn from her handshake? Were they are jerks in different ways? And when would they go away? Could he, like... eat them, or something?...
"You could try..."
>>"I don't get why we're still fighting,"
>>"I don't f***ing understand, either! F***! Literal, F***! Why can't I stop swearing my f***ing face off!"
"Whoa!"
>>"That one's me, but scared. And that one's me but mad."
"Yeah no sh*t" Sveta reiterated, backing away from the angry one "So what, you externalize your emotions? Is that even healthy? It doesn't look healthy. Can they actually hurt each other?" she looked between the three copies with a frown "Maybe you should shake hands. See if that helps."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!