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.
Fiona listened, stretching her arms up over her head. She listened, a slight rumble in the pits of her stomach making her groan slightly. She still wasn't sure if what she was able to do was considered telepathy, but if it was, she hoped Terrance wouldn't take it too personally. "Well, yeah, just doctors. I hate them, they're nothing but money suckers. And, they tend to take over when they think that what they're doing is right, completely ignoring the patient's wishes. Like a telepath who abuses his power." she bacame huffy and disgruntled, thinking about how awkward doctors had been in her life.
Sitting up, she looked around at the maps on the walls. "How come you have so many maps all over the place? They're very cool, but so unusual."
[glow=red,2,300]Sitting up, she looked around at the maps on the walls. "How come you have so many maps all over the place? They're very cool, but so unusual." [/glow]
When she had finished speaking, Terrance looked up from the map. He shrugged and replied, "They 'elp me remin' m'self where I come fro'..an'..it's a 'obby....the Prof. reccomended I ge' a 'obby ta relax m'self. He said I nee'ed somethin' ta take m' mind off o' old bothersome thoughts.." He thought back o when he had first met he professor in the first place. It was when he was still very violent random people and when he would snap at the smallest thing. Heck, he had been found in an New York City alleyway beating up a man for insulting him. What good times.
Fiona smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I get what you mean. I guess I have hobbies, but they stem from my past as a performer."
Laying back down again, she turned on her side, laying a hand on her hip. "Where are you from?" she asked now, imagining all sorts of places. His accent was odd, however it was a rough version of something she had encountered before. But where? She quickly set to scanning her mind for others with the same accent.
[glow=red,2,300]"Yeah, I get what you mean. I guess I have hobbies, but they stem from my past as a performer."[/glow]
Terrance arched an' eyebrow, amused by the thought of her being in theater production. "So, ya don' do tha' actin' stuff anymore?" He asked, wanting to know more about her than she let on. [glow=red,2,300] "Where are you from?"[/glow]
He responded, "Roman'a." His accent stressing on the "Nia" of Romania. He motioned towards the map that he had been staring at before. He laughed to himself, shaking his head. "Wha' a coincidence, eh? A monster comin' fro' monster lan'." He smiled weakly, standing and walking towards the map. Tracing his finger on the map, he murmered locations out. Then his finger stopped on a small point on the map. "Thi' is where I wa' born.." He said, quieter than before. He closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about things that had happened at his home a long time ago.
Terrance paused, shaking his head, and sighed. "Wha' abou' ya? Where's yer 'ome?" He asked, turning back to her.
Fiona smiled. "Well I wasn't an actor so much as a circus performer. I worked for the Krihakov Performing Tour--you know, that weird show with all the contortionists and what not? I was one of those, your all around performer. I literally did everything from flame eating to contortionism."
With that, she stood, bringing one of her legs up and parallel to her body, stretching it. Bringing it down again, she laughed. "I haven't done that in forever!" she said radiantly. Tossing herself back down on the bed, she lay down on her side looking at him. "I was born in Russia, in a small town hospital. As the Tour was literally on tour, my mother left the hospital the same night she birthed me. From there, we went immediately to Italy, my family taking a leave of absence to show me to the families in Italy. When we returned to Russia, I was shown to the Russian family and within a month my family was back in the show. I then joined the actual show at the age of three, as a small clown--you know, a kid's act until I learned the big stuff. So in a sense, my home is the entire world, as we were always on tour." finishing, she blushed.
He nodded, taking in her words. He was beginning to get a picture of what kind of person she usaed to be or was now. He had never acted in his life, nor seen a large peformance like the ones she described. Though he had been in disguise once. But that had only been temporary, and to keep his identity away from the people who had tried to use him as a weapon for their own uses. He breathed, running a hand through his hair. Which seemed to happen more and more it seemed. Terrance turned away from his maps, which had been stared at many a time. He peered at her, crossing his arms, and raising a eyebrow. "Ya aren' tha' strange...or mysterious ta be a mutan'...are ya some sor' a special bein' or somethin' like tha'?" He asked, a tone of curiosity rising in his voice.
Fiona had been absent-mindedly picking at her nail with a slight blush on her face when she looked up at Terrance questioningly, wondering what he meant by his question. She wasn't strange, no, but a special being... She wasn't that either. Looking around, she searched for the words to answer without being overly blunt in the fact that she didn't quite understand his question, but failed. With a smile, she tilted her head, realizing she would just have to have him rephrase it.
Terrance chuckled, hearing her saying it again. " Li'e so' sor're li'e..." He gnawed on his finger, trying to find the words, when he had no words, his accent usually got thicker. "Li'e...well..sor're...li'e some sor're other entity...hmmm.." He muttered something in his own tongue, trying to figure out a way to say it in a way she would understand.