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.
Blaine had admittedly been doing much better these days, partly because of the medication, but mostly because of Lee's support. The nightmares had subsided for the most part, and he only had the occasional bout with insomnia. Hell, he was even leaving the house again. And he hadn't seen his short-haired doppelganger since their first and only meeting, so maybe it was just a one time thing. Maybe he'd never see the bastard again.
Today, he has something to take care of; he'd been paying rent on the apartment so Skye could use it, but she was living at the mansion now, and no one was using it. So, he'd made the trip to his old apartment to clean it out. No need in spending that much money if it wasn't going to do any good, right? The entire day he'd spent carrying out furniture to the curb; most of it they weren't going to need, anyway. What he decided to keep, could fit into a cab, and anything he didn't, he could sell and give what money he got from that to Skye as sort of a present.
Now, the apartment was almost empty, and all he'd had left was one suitcase full of stuff. The food had already been thrown out, and the furniture was sitting on the curb. He took one last look around the apartment, a smirk on his face and a feeling of accomplishment welling up in his stomach. This was looking to be a new, happier Blaine.
Until he heard the door close from across the room.
"Well aren't you a hard man to find?"
Blaine's blood ran cold. He spun to face the man that had haunted his nightmares and daydreams alike. In an instant, Blaine rushed him, his arms wrapping around Sinclaire's waist and using the momentum to turn and take him to the floor, already showering him with punches.
But the other guy managed to roll and match him punch for punch. Blaine knocked him off, and rolled to his feet, only to find himself suddenly pushed against the wall as Sinclaire met him with a knee to the gut. Though there was no pain to be felt, that kind of blow still knocks the wind out of a guy.
For hours, the fight went back and forth, with neither man keeping the upper hand for long. Brutish strikes clashed with military tactics, and both were evenly matched.
That is, until Sinclaire landed a tough blow to the side of the head and followed up with a stiff headbutt and a knee to the chest, then another shot to the head that dropped Blaine to the floor with an impact that rattled the building. The long haired man lay there motionless, and Sinclaire stood over him, smirking evilly.
"Nice try...now I guess I need to visit the rainbow-haired girl or the pregnant bitch..." Drawing a knife, Sinclaire leaned down to finish the job...
Blaine's eyes suddenly flew open, rocking Sinclaire with an uppercut that sent the knife to the floor, then, he grabbed the other man's head and placed his shin under the man's chin, pressing against his trachea as his eyes went red with fury. Sinclaire struggled against the locoplata at first, but the move was locked in, and there was no remorse.
Something in the mutant had snapped, but on the other hand he found that edge that Sinclaire claimed he needed in order to best him.
Soon...the other mutant's body quit struggling, but Blaine didn't release the hold, despite the fact that the SUPER soldier's life had left him. When he finally did let go, the short-haired version of himself dropped to the floor, unmoving, an eerie reflection of Blaine himself.
The next thing Blaine knew, he was in the bathroom, his stomach heaving as the sight of what was basically himself refused to leave his mind. He'd...killed someone. Quickly, Blaine left the apartment, leaving everything on the curb as he pulled out his phone. There were going to be grave consequences for this...consequences he couldn't face. Blaine knew what he had to do.
