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.
"I don't mind at all," Isabel responded, taking a step or two back away from her training partner. She couldn't help but grin at the eagerness and enthusiasm he showed so early on. Briefly she took a moment to speak another command for the computer, telling it to disregard her as a combatant, as she would simply be spectating at the moment. Complying with the order, a tight field of energy was thrown up around her body to protect her from any scattered debris or projectiles, the floor made to appear as street beneath her feet melting away to the flat metal of the Training Room once more. The robots were also made to recognize her as a bystander, rather than a target, meaning that Ward would be getting everything thrown at him, rather than having the attacks split between the two. She wasn't usually one to sit back and enjoy a show if she thought she could have her share of fun by joining in, but this seemed like it would be interesting enough that she didn't really mind.
Leaning against a nearby synthetic brick building, she watched the young man moving with interest, keeping an eye out for the hidden attackers at the same time. She had to say she was impressed by the display that was presented to her. She certainly understood the gist of what Ward had been telling her about being untouchable. Nothing that hit him left a single scratch on his flesh, his clothing seeming to be the only thing affected. However, the added speed and strength was something she hadn't expected. Perhaps it had something to do with the indestructibility, though she didn't quite know how that would work. His desire for an element of mystery was certainly being met. And despite not knowing the mechanics of it all, she was still very much pleased with the outcome. Not only did he manage to take every hit from the bots without injury, he seemed to be able to cut through a few of them like butter. She liked his style.
Carefully the computer kept track of the vitals on both combatants, even though one had switched to spectator. Isabel's vitals remain nearly the same, with perhaps a small increase in heart rate caused by the excitement of it all. Ward, on the other hand, was being more closely watched. No bodily injury, but there was an increase in both heart beat and rate of breathing. Muscle fatigue was kept in check, as were levels of hydration. Throughout the exercise the computer found nothing of great concern from the young man.
Once the battle had stopped, the simulation was shut down, fields dropped, bots returned to their holding places, city disappearing and wrecked parts being taken away for repair. Briefly Isabel looked around again as the city returned to Training Room. "No need to apologize, Ward," she replied, giving a smile to the young man. "I like your spirit and your style. We could use a man of your talents around here. And unless you want to stand around and watch me play with a few of the same toys, we can instead see a few of the other areas in the Sanctuary if you'd like. Or, if you'd prefer, we could even just find you a room. Getting hit by a car and then heading almost immediately into a training session is enough to tire out most people."
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Half-listening to Isabel's words, Trent nodded along with a polite smile. The throbbing was in his head, ringing as if he'd just had a gun fired beside his ear... yet the mutant knew that this had to be mental. Part of him was practically screaming to jump back into the danger room and go at twice that setting, just to feel the surge again, even stronger. It was enough to put Ward on edge, to the point that his hand was shaking involuntarily. The battle had shredded the shirt and jacket of his suit to bits, but at least he still had some functioning suspenders to keep his pants held firm. Yet, for one reason or another Trent was now self-conscious; not of the appearance of his body, but the space between his torso and the shirt, easily seen through the freshly blasted holes. Ward had already lost confidence due to this unforeseen side-effect, and he didn't want another aspect of his power drawing even further attention to himself. Folding his arms across his chest to cover as many holes as possible and hide his shaking hands, the man graciously went along with Isabel's suggestion.
”Yeah, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to just go ahead and find somewhere to relax for a while, I hadn't quite realized how shot I really am..”, Sure, Ward's body was screaming to keep going because some part of him actually wanted to feel more energy, but he had no intentions of telling that to Isabel. ”And maybe on the way, you can tell me what use a 'man of my talents' could actually be in a place like this.” Looking about the room momentarily after speaking, Ward couldn't help but wondering why exactly something of this caliber was actually needed in a mutant shelter. One could say that they had a training room and robotic training equipment, but that would hardly give the situation justice. Trent had heard of mutant groups who used their power for political goals and humanitarian ends, but was this place really one of them, or something else altogether? Regardless, the mutant would at least be staying here until he could figure out a better placement situation...but, did he really want to know the details?
Shaking his head lightly to himself at both the train of thought and the surroundings, Ward cast a quick glance towards Isabel, before trailing off into thought once more. Honestly, what was happening with him? It had felt more like his 'power' was in control of him, not the other way around... if that was the case, was this what the mutation would drive him into? The mutant had already lost everything he'd known in his previous life do to the 'force field' surrounding his body, but he sure as hell wasn't going to give up his free will too. Trent had some soul searching to do.