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.
*Tricity was in the kitche, grabbing a juicebox, when she heard familiar clicking noises on the floor's tiles. She turned around and saw Archon taking a seat by her feet and looking up at her with a panting smile.* "Hey boy..." *She reached down and pet the wolf's head, touching his collar. It immediately made her mind go into a memory of she, Orion, and Archon taking a walk outside, having a playful argument about the wolf getting a collar. The memory made her slip into an immediate depression and Tricity slipped to the floor. She was in a spot most wouldn't see unless they walked around the back of the island that she was leaning against. Archon walked over to her and licked Tricity's face before laying down next to her and putting his head on her lap. He titled his head to the side, seeing that she was upset. Tricity began crying very softly and holding her stomach as she realized she and her baby might never see Orion. To have his baby without him made her cry out softly in sadness. She really didn't want to be alive...*
One of the more disturbing things about crying was that you tended to shut out everything else around you. Mike had noticed it quite a bit during the time he'd had his power. Maybe it was just that crying was too distracting. His theory, though, was that you shut everything else out because you hoped that everyone else would shut you out too.
Sadly, when people tried to shut everyone out like that, they practically screamed for attention in his mind. Thus he found himself walking quietly into the kitchen.
He knelt down behind Tricity and gently laid a hand on her shoulder. "I know that this sounds terribly cliché," he said quietly, "But it's going to be all right."
If she looked back she'd see him at his most nonthreatening, most unimposing, and most undemanding. Right now, the only thing that seemed to matter to him was the fact that she felt so terrible.
*Tricity jumped at his touch and picked her head up to look at him.* "No it wont! What if Whitmore puts one of those fucking stones in Orion and we have to kill him?! You don't understand...he's one of the most powerful and oldest mutants on earth! Not to mention my fiancee and father of my unborn child!" *She put her head back down again and continued crying.*
"We're not killing anyone," he said quietly. "We don't kill our own, it's not what we do."
He moved around in front of her, cupping her face to turn it up toward him. "We're going to get that stone before he does, or we're going to get it FROM him. We're going to get your fiance back one way or another." There was something about the way Cass spoke, with a very calm confidence, that made it hard to argue with him, though not impossible. "We'll get through this mission, and if we don't get him back, we'll figure out what we have to do to get him back afterwards."
*Tricity felt much better to hear those words.* "I hate that I might not even be able to help because of the baby. Doc says I shouldn't even be doing simple things..." *She looked over at the TV hanging from the ceiling and mentally turned it on.* "I feel so useless..."
"You're the heart and soul of this team, Delilah," he said, brushing a tear-dampened strand of hair back behind her ear. "Don't ever think that you're useless. You're the one who gives us direction, you're the one who keeps us going. And we won't need you to use your powers much. We'll get this done quick and clean... and if things get dirty, I'll make sure, personally, that you all get out of there." He didn't sound egotistical as he said this. With Tricity in her current state, he was one of the more powerful members of the team, if not the most powerful, at the moment. He acknowledged the fact, and tried not to let it frighten him.
*Tricity took a deep breath and exhaled, putting her back against the island once more. She banged the back of her head against it lightly for being down.* "I'm sorry...pregnancy keeps me feeling shitty." *She said, softly and exhaling again. Tricity turned to him and smiled slightly.* "You should be in charge of this team, ya know. An emotional soon-to-be mother has no place in command. So, how bout it? Second in command?"
"You've had a rough time lately... I think you deserve to feel shitty without having to appologize for it," he said with a small smile, sitting back against a cabinet door. Somehow the cabinets and island seemed to shut them off from the world for a little while... all in all it was rather cozy.
He smiled a little more at the mention of being second in command. "This is a far cry from 'three strikes and you're out', you know," he teased, fully aware that the day before, particularly during the meeting, Tricity would have ripped her hair out rather than consider giving him this kind of authority. "I'll do it. Not that I'm any less emotional, but I'll do it."
"Good, but..." *She turned to him and put a hand on his shoulder.* "Make sure you don't strike out though or you're off the team. And I'm not talking baseball." *Tricity said, smiling.* "Gimme a hand, would ya? Getting down is a lot easier than standing up again."
Mike smiled. "Is there any chance of a new inning starting, at least?" he asked, reaching out and grabbing her hands. Their toes were pushing each other as he pulled their arms tight. "Pull on three. One... two... three!" With a little telekinetic boost to both of them, they pulled each other to their feet, their feet pushing together to keep them from sliding aside.
This, of course, put them rather unusually close to each other once they were on their feet. Mike used the opportunity to catch her eyes with his. "You okay now? Really?" he asked softly as he let go of her hands.
*She braced the side of the island and then her stomach.* "Yay, I think I'll be alright...at least till the next mental breakdown when Archon comes into my room." *Tricity said shrugging with a smirk.*
"Hey... I meant it. We'll get him back." Mike smiled at her. His face got a little more serious, almost solemn. "I promise," he added, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Thanks, hun. Honestly, I don't know what I would do without your support. Everytime I'm down you're always there. Course...that may have to do with your mutation, but you get my drift." *Tricity said, sarcastically as she sat down at one of the stools facing the island.* "Oh no...I'm having a pregnancy food craving, BIG TIME. I want chocolate syrup and a pickle. Eeew. Gross."
"It has a little to do with it... I'd like to claim a little credit, I could have been a sadistic fuck with my power like my brother." He shrugged. "No one should feel like this. I feel what you feel, and all I want is to take it away."
As he spoke the pickle jar floated out of the fridge, along with the chocolate syrup, and a half-gallon of ice cream floated from the freezer.
"Ya know, you really shouldn't be allowing me to eat this crap." *She stood up and went to the drawer for an ice cream scoop and spoon.* "Keep the pickles away, I'll stick to the ice cream tub and chocolate syrup. God knows my stomach will be killing me later with the whole nausea at night...and tomorrow morning...afternoon....and then that night." *Tricity sat back down, smiling.* "You really helped cheer me up. Thanks."