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.
Wandering New York streets isn’t something one generally does when they learn someone with their face was killed because they had enemies. But Lenna really didn’t care. Her mind was too busy going over what she’d learned.
The street wasn’t important. Some New York sidewalk near a four way intersection. Lots of people. Easy to blend in.
She walked distractedly, paying less attention to her surroundings than she normally would. She’d had someone she was close to... and someone who had basically been like a daughter? It didn’t make sense. It seemed so out of character for her. But even if the universe created different versions of people, they were still that person at-heart. Lenna couldn’t process it. It was too big.
What did the whole thing mean for her? Did it even really matter? And what would her bosses say when she told them her face was persona non grata among the New York criminal groups? It made her position as a SUPER soldier tenuous. And there was nothing else for her, other than loneliness and the shadows. Which was melodramatic as hell, but she was going through a lot here! And she’d killed the guy so it wasn’t as if her sudden influx of questions could be answered!
She turned up the music streaming in one ear pod. Red Hot Chili Peppers. And she walked, with nowhere in mind, black leather purse dangling from one arm.
Ranger was taking a walk. His work kept him indoors most of the time and while he would never refer to the air in the city as “fresh” it was a welcome change of pace. Not to mention just getting up and taking a break from work let his brain mull over problems on the backburner.
As he crossed a street something caught his eye. A flash of hair in a crowd. Normally he would ignore this but something nagged at him, the feeling from when you saw something but your conscious brain didn’t didn’t pick up on it and the subconscious was trying to draw your attention.
Having no goal in the walk other than to just be out and about, Ranger made his way toward the crowd. As he approached he realized what it was that he had missed. The woman looked to her side and… It was Lenna.
They had lived together for a while and even after they broke things off they still kept in semi-regular contact. Often meeting up when he happened to be stateside. Lately though it was as if she had fallen off the planet. The disappearance was so sudden and complete he had begun to think she was dead.
Sliding through the crowd Ranger approached her from behind, calling out her name before sliding around in front of her and reaching out to lay a hand on her upper arm, confirming she was indeed real.
”Lenna, I’d taken y’ f’r dead.” Ranger said, relief evident on his face.
On a normal day, she would have heard her name. She would have noticed the guy creeping up on her, and her reaction to him cutting her off and placing a hand on her would have been sudden and decisive. This wasn’t a normal day.
Lenna didn’t do anything violent. Which was probably for the best. SUPER tended to frown upon their covert operatives blowing up their covers by getting into fights with random strangers on the street. And he was a stranger, there was no doubt about that.
His face was unfamiliar. He was tall and handsome, with strong arms that no doubt would have had a strong grip to them if he hadn’t put that hand on her with a modicum of control. No, Lenna didn’t feel like attacking him to protect herself, just as she didn’t feel like pretending to be someone she was not. All she felt was tired.
Lenna frowned at the man holding her, and gently extricated herself from his grip. ”You think I’m that other woman,” She said quietly. ”She isn’t me. What is she to —“ Her face went dead as a sick realization overcame her, like the sense of horrible understanding one got from a mortal gut wound, or seeing a live grenade land inches from you, with no way to get clear. Foreboding, dread. There were a lot of good words. But the words that actually came out of her mouth were ”Oh God, you’re him. Aren’t you? You’re Hunter. Michael Hunter... And you don’t know.”
Christ on a piece of buttered toast, what were the odds?
Ranger was not surprised by her frowning at him. Lenna was never one to enjoy a bit of manhandling in a crowd. He was surprised by what she said to him,
”You think I’m that other woman,” She said and it took Ranger a moment for it too sink in. ”She isn’t me. What is she to —“ The confirmation that this Lenna wasn’t Lenna had Ranger pulling his hands back and raising them in a non threatening gesture. He had just grabbed Lenna’s doppelganger out of a crowd. ”Oh God, you’re him. Aren’t you? You’re Hunter. Michael Hunter... And you don’t know.”
…He didn’t know. Didn’t know… What? The doppleganger’s reaction to whom Ranger seemed to indicate it was very bad news.
”Yeah, I’m Michael Hunter.” Ranger took in a breath expecting the worst as an answer to his question, ”What… What don’t I know?”
She what. What do you say to a complete stranger about someone he cared about, and their fate? She grimaced.
“I just found out. Someone saw me and attacked me because they thought I was her, and— they thought she was dead.”
The rest came out in the typical Lenna rush of words.
“I was told they lured her into a trap. By threatening people close to her. By saying they had her daughter. Kaitlyn? And then-“
No. This was too much. She could not deal with the sudden out flowing of emotions this had brought on. Needed to repress this, needed to escape. She needed to get out.
“I am sorry,” she said hastily. “But I really cant deal with this right now.”
The woman rose from the street, focusing upon herself with her mind. Lenna slowly flew away. She left the man confused. Probably left him sad. Left him, to deal with his own damned emotions while she suppressed her own.
Her cover had been blown. Three strikes, and you’re out. Her SUPERiors would not like this. To hell with them. They had not learned about their own deaths recently. They would simply have to deal with it.
