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.
And that was it. They were dead. Readjust your timeline, folks. Outmatched and overpowered, the Ranger and Lenna died then and there. Everything that happened after was merely fantasy. A nice story. Pure fiction of an obsessed mind.
…. Not!!
As Lenna dive out of the way of her attacker, the Ranger shouted their warning. Vampires, with their hands…
Wryly, Lenna muttered “is that a m^%##^ing Jojo reference. Because I have seen it.”
It was funny, because she had. Agree actually had. A mansion resident had made her watch at least the first few episodes, in an attempt to woo. A thinly disguised date. She had seen through it, but the show… she had allowed him to show it to her because it was too bizarre and interesting to walk away. Also, He was nice. So
Lenna almost told him to control his breathing to channel the power of the sun but that was too much and this was no cartoon. It was real. They were in real danger.
She mentally threw something at her foe, d as mike threw his own attack. The chair tumbled and clattered against the woman she faced. Mikes woman was onto her back, stunned for the moment. Her foe was tangled, arm through the open back of the steel chair.
She had tried to punch the item, missed, gotten stuck. It slowed her. She strained, then paused… and extracted herself from it gently. The smart retort. Until it spun on its axis, to break her jaw. Lenna smiled.
Telekinesis.
“Run!” Lenna said
Her mind swung its power to redirect an aimed punch from mikes target away from him, into the floor. Where it snagged.
They could fight. Maybe these people did not heal. But discretion is the bestest part of valor.
Lenna started running down the hall the two had come from. There was a door. She opened it, and hoped Mike was on her heels. Beyond, and room. Large crates to block the door, if someone was setting enough to move them. Not her. Behind them, another hall, another door. Stairway to the boss. Lenna drew her sidearm and made sure it was loaded.
How much time had passed. It had to be nearing dawn. It had been late when she had met him in the alley. Travel time had passed, entry. Fights. With the time of year, sunrise… was still distant. Stupidthought.
The roar from where they had been cooked her. Briefly followed by very human cursing. Aimed at them . Their mothers. Dogs. Anatomy. Filth.
”What does a dancer have t’ do with vampires?” Ranger replied to Lenna as he kip-upped back onto his feet after breaking away from the hand-vampire with his kick to her chest.
Lenna threw a chair at the other hand-vampire before suggesting they run. Managing to get her hand stuck temporarily somewhere in the middle. Ranger, deciding that discretion was the better part of staying alive, used the opportunity Lenna provided by diverting a punch aimed at him to duck back out the way they had come in.
Ranger was only a couple steps behind Lenna as she advanced in a different direction. The pair made their way back the way they had come to a door, through a room, through another hall, to a stairway.
When they finally stopped, Lenna checked her sidearm. Ranger took the moment to press check his own and then check the mag. Then Lenna asked for a lighter. Ranger brought his hand up to where he kept one on his tactical vest. A vest he wasn’t wearing.
”Not a smoker.” Ranger said, ”Need fire ‘r a spark good enough?” Ranger could get her a spark, and if he had a spare thirty seconds he could even get her a flame from it with some gunpowder from a cartridge.
”No.” she second-guessed herself. ”We do not really need to set the building on fire. Besides, we are up high. How would we get our people down low? Bad idea.”
She had really just wanted to end this entire thing. These vampire-like people. But they were mutants, not magical. Not mystics. Could not possibly be mystical. It was highly unlikely they actually had all the strengths and weaknesses of real-life vampires.
Real-life vampires. Had she really thought that thought? It was a bad joke.
”We will keep that as a solid backup plan. Let us see what is in the next room.”
They went to the next location. Up the stairs. She looked to him, pressed a finger over her lips as if to say “be quiet.” Even though all of the building was likely aware they were coming. Then, she pressed forward, through the doorway, and immediately went into a diving roll.
It was an office, a plush one. Lot of browns and wood furniture. Drawers and a bookshelf against one wall, windows against the other. They looked out over the interior of the wardrobe. It was far too nice to simply be an office in an abandoned warehouse. Far too nice.
The stone face man was behind a desk. He had a bunch of woman off to one side, tied up by the bookshelves. Six or five. He had that creepy ass mask on his face. The stone mask. A hand was just moving away, as if he had just withdrawn it after having pressed the mask to his face. Then, he fell to the floor like a boneless corpse.
Lenna ran to the girls, dropping her gun to mentally holster it against her side. She started untying them, but looked over her shoulder at the Ranger as she did.
”Watch him. He will probably stand up shortly, like some sort of creep. Hello, Rachel.”
The girl said hello, she was groggy. It came out like a mumble, more than a greeting.
Sure enough, the chair behind the desk rattled. The Ranger should brace himself.