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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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 first model completed, Garrett saw himself recreated before his eyes, the second model rapidly knitting itself into a near carbon copy. The sensation was relaxing at a slow and steady pace now, the pain and light backing off considerably. His friends must have come through for him. He was glad, but couldn't afford the time to celebrate just yet.
The second model completed, the two virtual copies of himself and the demon stood side by side. As this was a free form hallucination, he moved the two models so they were horizontal, placing himself above the demon."What are you doing, Garrett?" The demon started writhing.
"It's too late for you. You will reintegrate yourself with me. Now."
The two clone forms began merging. They both screamed in agony as they fused back into one body. Not completely the demon. Not completely Garrett. A new entity was born, formed from Mother Haywire and Father Pain.
A fresh wind blew into his lungs. The virus simmered down to a slow roiling boil as it seemed to saturate his nervous system, staining it. Permanently? Only time would tell. Maya's face began flashing before him. Lights, bright lights, burned at his eyes as they opened. His body was wracked with the pain he had endured throughout the evening.
For a shaky second she thought she might be psychic. Then she realized that Garrett's eyes were open.
"You're back." She said in a half stupor.
Then suddenly she was hugging him around his head with no regard to whether she might be choking him or not. The bad man did not know her name. He'd called her spirit or worse. This had to be Garret since the first word out of his lips was her name... not her code name, typically her preferred designation... he'd said her real name.
"You got shot."
She turned to DocProf who was prying her arms from around Garrett's head so that he could breathe. She'd gone from being his ventilator to accidentally hugging the life out of him. "He got shot... with a dart." She repeated groggily to DocProf. She was certain that telling him that would explain everything for some reason. You had to tell doctors things right?
"And then..." her memory was already getting hazy... actually everything was a little hazy. She was visibly shaking, vaguely aware that DocProf was guiding her into a chair as she couldn't seem to let go of Garrett's face. At least she wasn't choking him anymore.
Pain shivered through Garrett's being. He began to slip into shock but cut that short by numbing himself completely at the level of his dermis, the thick layer beneath the skin. He looked at the DocProf and then at Maya. He spoke her name and she responded. Before he could say anything else she was wrapped around him. He managed a smile from beneath her body. He was indeed lad to be alive. Glad to be free. Well, not completely free, but certainly no longer a puppet of the demon. He could sense its presence, but only as an afterthought. It was like a new part of him, though he couldn't locate it.
"You got shot."
He remembered that. His fingers slid in a dumb manner over his chest, the frozen club of a hand tapping at his chest. Maya kept repeating a dart, a dart, a dart. Yes, a dart. He had gotten shot by a dart. The man in black.Yes. The dart. He allowed some sensation to return, the burning sting of pain sliding back into his body. He would allow it to return slowly so he could regain his fine control without passing out. The room was out of focus. He looked at the DocProf as the man led Maya to a seat. "Th..Thank you, Maya. The...dart.
Unfortunately , no amount of pain control was going to fix this. The DocProf would even have a hard time healing traumatic damage on this scale. Garrett's vision clouded further as his hands slid to his sides. He passed out from the sheer strain. His fingers tapped at the lump in his pocket just prior to the world fading out.
