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.
One foot in the door and Ghost immediately knew who trespassed here. The room became quieter, though not silent. Many eyes watched as she took a seat and pulled out a notepad. Yes. Ghost was going to take notes. When she did nothing immediately interesting most went back to their nuances. It was middle school all over again.
"Not a lot of muties make it through police academy."
The girl who sat next to her looked nice enough with her french braid, but 'muties' did not strike Ghost as a very positive term. "I'm not trying to go through the program. Not in it's entirety."
Now that was something interesting. French braid scooted closer, as close as she could without leaving her mounted chair, and a stranger turned to listen in. "I-uh, I am a part of the cooperation program between Xavier's Sister School and this department."
"The mutie school?"
"The school for the gifted, yes."
>"You're a student?"
"Not a student. It's only K through 12."
>>"So you live there?"
The space around Ghost seemed a lot less than it was with so many people interested. Maybe they just needed to know that the Mansion wasn't a secret training facility for vigilantes... even though it sort of felt that way sometimes. Someone rapped something hard on the lectern up at the front of the room and cadets found their seats with incredible speed.
"You may have noticed we have a new student. A student who be working with you, sweating with you, and bleeding with you. I expect mutual respect from both parties. Ma'am, stand up and introduce yourself."
Ma'am? Ghost stood dutifully and tried not to let the butterflies in her stomach escape out her mouth, but the words wouldn't come out alone. Her hands shook the whole time. "My name is Maya Csendes. I am an air elemental and I often work with the X-men from Xavier's Sister School over in Secaucus. I own a little bookstore in Manhattan and I am married to a wonderful man called Sebastian. I'm here because I want to be a resource rather than a liability." In practice, she sounded more sure of those facts. Now, she just took her seat and dissected how bad she might have sounded.
Whispers tickled around the room. The teacher crushed crushed them with a few well placed words.
Twice a week, every week. One day for class, the other for practical application. Ghost loathed practical application. It meant sweat and tears, usually.
Today, Risk Management.
In class they had learned that each injury required a resource commitment that would draw away from the priority. Only so many ambulances can make a scene. Only so much man power allowed in to a hostile area. There were perimeters to keep, codes to know and rules to follow.
It was all clearly outlined in her notebook at home on her bed spread. Standing now, in an empty parking lot in the fresh spring air, she was drawing a blank.
"Faster, Csendes."
"187 is a murder, ah-I mean, homicide." She talked around the codes she couldn't remember and plugged ones that she could remember. "Firearm or mutational discharge requires a sweep. First officers are to establish an all clear before establishing perimeter. 801h would get a coroner there."
"It's 901h for an ambulance to take a dead body."
Crap. She knew that. Kind of.
"What are the safety precautions responding officers are to take?"
After her fumbling the lamplight turned to the next cadet victim Someone else now sweat under the instructor's soul seeing gaze.
None of this explained why they stood outside in the parking lot, though.
Ghost endured the waiting as stiff and still as the rest of them until the instructor seemed satisfied with his pop quiz. Her future military training proved useful. She knew some of what she could expect, but since her body had never actually done it she still came home with the aches and pains of physical learning. The instructor cleared his throat to bring them back to strict attention.
"In this parkinglot, I've placed a bomb." He held up a cardboard box with the word BOMB sharpied across the side. "Csendes, Hudson. I need you to pair up and follow procedure. Find the bomb. Smith, LaGuerta. You're the best they can scrape up for a bomb squad. That leaves Grahm, Orum, Hoyt and Chedson on perimeter. I've prepared a little surprise if you don't find it in time so--"
"Sir?"
"Get to it Csendes."
"I formally request to be taken off the seeking team."
Strengths: Able to weave flows of air. Able to change state of matter from solid to gaseous. Unique sensory set while insubstantial.
Weaknesses: Strength of aerial control diminishes with range. Highly flammable especially when gaseous. Lifting limit 200ish pounds with ability.
Ghost tapped her eraser on the paper. This descriptions would keep her from going up in flames, but was it enough to keep her safe? How much did they really need to know? She could write a five page paper on the intricacies of her ability, but instructors stressed the need for efficiency around these parts.
The other trainees in the room with her were mutants suffering the same problem. How much did they say? How much made them an asset to the department? How much made the higher-ups start looking internally for the perpetrators of unsolved mutant-related crimes?
But then, why would a bad guy waltz right into the middle of the good guys and offer to help? That would be messed up. This was all about trust. So she scribbled down as much as she thought helpful.
Two medium sized plates. Add a 45 pound bar and Ghost found her limit for the bench press. On a scale of wimpy to weight-lifting champ, that registered as pathetically wimpy. Technically, Ghost didn't meet the requirements for active duty, but with the addition of her mutation, she found a way to match or exceed those requirements. It took a little convincing, of course, and a little visit to a board of directors and a committee or two.
Maya tugged at the neck of her shirt as she exited the hall. Brutal was the word that best described that meeting, but Maya wasn't alone. An earth-elemental patrol officer clapped Ghost on the back, her own collar still buttoned up tight. Allies were good to have on hand in meetings and out on the streets.
Ghost noticed that not very many mutants had joined the police force. Fewer than she had thought, even. According to what she had seen and what the reporters said, most mutants took their new-found power into their own hands. Maybe they didn't believe in the system. Maybe they were just impatient. But Ghost believed.
