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.
The faintest of lines signified where one white tile ended and the next began. Every day when Maya took off her street shoes and put on her school loafers, she noticed. The floor, so spic and span polished by the sweat of her fellow students, was not all snowy white. Nothing ever was as simple or pure as it seemed.
Classrooms transcended cultures in many ways. Teacher and chalk board up front, rows of drowsy students and the lucky few close enough to a window to look out and wish they were somewhere else. Maya had three rows of students between herself and the window. That never stopped her. Not even when Saitou-san thought she liked him. A leaf drifted by the second story window, buoyed by an invisible force Maya felt as strongly as the blood in her veins.
No one would ever guess it was her.
The scrape of chairs told her that people were turning in their seats to look.
"Suifto-san." The impatience in the teacher's voice made it clear that this was not the first time she had been called.
"H-hai."
Maya tucked her brown hair behind her ear and her focus sharpened in on the classroom. The leaf drifted, forgotten, back toward the courtyard.
Another thing that transcended culture: getting caught for not paying attention.
"Ar yuu en owte su-pacesu?" Ai liked showing off her glamorous American English. Maya appreciated the effort to help her focus on the proposed karaoke at hand, but she was not in outer space. She was just worried.
<You know my mom is sick. I think I should go visit her in the hospital.> It was hard to pass up karakoke with Yuu, he was quite the showman, but she'd gotten the note in homeroom. Mom had been taken to the hospital. Would they already know? Would they find out? <I'm sure she'll be home soon. We'll do karaoke again some time before I go off to college. Promise.>
<Do you have to go to America for college?> For all the smooching and purikura Ai and Yuu did together, Maya thought Yuu sounded sadder at her leaving.
<Do you have to stay in Japan?>
They grinned at each other. All three of them. They would see each other at the festival for sure. Even beyond high school they had aims to meet again someday. Pinky promises were not meant to be broken.
Meredith Swift was in the kitchen, standing on a stool, replacing a box of papers above the stove.
<I thought you were sick.> The air elemental deposited her shoes in the genkan and her regulation backpack on the bannister of the steep stairs.
<It was a very near thing.>
Despite the fact that Allen, Maya's dad and Meredith's husband, wouldn't return for an hour yet didn't dissuade the two from chattering along in Japanese. It was their habit when they wanted to talk mutant and he was around. It was a secret they'd kept from everyone, at times, even each other.
Maya rolled up her sleeves and came around the kitchen island to help battle the steam rising from the wok as her mom came back down to earth.
<Maya, go get your Kimono. If you don't work on it now, you'll never finish it before the festival.>
Was she being ousted from the kitchen because her mother still felt ill and didn't want Maya to know? Probably. But that was her right.
<You are sweating, mom.> That probably meant she still had fever. Meredith grabbed a towel to mop her face and Maya ran up the steps two at a time to fetch the deep blue silk that would some day be a kimono. It was unlikely that her mom would collapse in the time it took Maya to grab the sewing curio, but she hurried none the less. And parked her tuchus close to the kitchen so that they could have their daily mutant update.
Rain fell onto her face but was not hindered by the skin there. Neither were the tears. Where before she had human boundaries, now they were slipping. Washed away by the rain and faulty genetics.
The grocery bag sloshed through her hands and hit pavement. An orange rolled out onto the narrow back road between her house and the market. She hadn't thought that she would go this way. She hadn't thought she would go so soon. She hadn't thought to say goodbye. At least she had called Allen first. Who knew what he'd taken from her watery message.
Headlights curled around the bend, faster than was safe in the rain. Understandably the road was slick. Meredith's control waned and her body bloated with the rain washing over the blacktop and adding to the lack of proper friction.
The tires spun faster without the resistance of the road to ground them.
It seemed she was destined to go sooner.
FWOOSH. Like going through a carwash, the burgundy nissan slowed with the resistance of the impact with the watery woman. The car slowed and came to a squashy halt in the ditch.
She dissipated into a million droplets on impact, but her clothes and groceries remained.
Shock.
Horror.
Confusion.
Allen got out of the car to scoop up the remainder of his wife.
The day of the festival came and Maya's pile of silk was still a pile of silk. For months they had operated in a sort of numb fog. Father and daughter, both bereaved and betrayed. Allen recovered the box of papers stashed above the oven and revisited his old wounds.
It made sense now. It made sense that Evan would come not fully formed. That she would melt away. It made sense to the brain. It made no sense to the heart.
Doorbell. Both father and daughter roused from their stupor. Who would dare trespass on their mourning? Maya found her legs first and sprang like a doe to the water. Almost as if she knew it was her friends outside. That they brought silk and chopsticks and purses and bells and so much cheer.
"Can I go, dad?"
They lamented her lack of kimono, they spilled into the entrance, they were far too happy.
"What?"
"The matsuri, the festival. I forgot. I'm not dressed, but I promised I would go months ago. One last hurrah before heading off to America."
She... was leaving. Like all of them left. He would be the only Swift in a foreign land. He didn't even want to be here. She had wanted to be here. It was far away from everything they'd known. Far away from a freak accidental melting daughter. Or maybe far away from people who were on her trail since she was a mutant.
"No."
Maya moved around the room on her long legs. She'd been cooped up too long and now when there was a taste of freedom, the door slammed in her face. <Uhm. Could you... wait outside?> She smiled for her friends who were shifting nervously. They didn't have to understand the language perfectly to understand the tension in the room.
