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.
Nathan smiled as Lance stood up. Clearly excited about the prospect of field-testing a new chemistry lab, Nathan put on his goggles and his apron, rubbing his hands in anticipation. This was the reason chemistry was cool. Now they got to blow stuff up. Nathan followed Lance over to their workstation. They were assigned by proximity, so he and Lance ended up next to Carrick and Laura, which he thought could be potentially awkward. Then again, he knew them as well as he knew anyone else in the room.
>> “So, how do we go about this?”
He looked down at the tools and felt dismay for only the first few seconds. His imaginary bubble was well and truly popped as he saw an array of metal laid out for him. Taunting him. Good move, metal. Good move. Mastering himself, he coughed and decided that his leather gloves were used altogether too often for it to be safe for him to mess around with potentially dangerous chemicals. So he did the only thing he could think to do. He went to the teacher. “Sorry Lance, I’m gonna…I’ll be right back.”
His conversation at the front of the class was muttered and the teacher was surprisingly understanding. It’s not like he was being difficult on purpose after all, and everyone here was sympathetic to mutation-related problems. Still, it didn’t help that he was continually singling himself out in front of the class. The teacher found him a pair of disposable white gloves. They were skintight and uncomfortable, cutting off his circulation, but he put on 2 pairs just to be safe. He still had exposed skin on his arms but this way at least he’d be able to participate. Which was something. The teacher gave him the box he’d just opened and Nathan gratefully put them into his bag. He now had 48 spare pairs. That’d last him, what, a week?
He made his way back to Lance and smiled at Carrick and Laura. “Sorry about that Lance, but…” he gestured, waving with his gloved hands. Now he was ready to take on the world. Or, at least this particular chemistry lesson. Baby steps, Nathan. Baby steps. He looked around for worksheets, and picked up one of the two that lay haphazardly by the bunsen. Looking across at his roommate and lab partner, he smiled and asked “So, um, what’re we supposed to be doing, exactly?”. With that question asked, he began scanning the sheet himself, giving Lance (who had probably read the sheet while he’d been getting gloves) time to reply. Hopefully it would be something cool.
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”Odds of you wearing the goggles round the mansion on a daily basis?”
“Zero percent to none,” Elizabeth smoothly replied to the Irish lad. Her cheeks raised in a smile at the cross-eyed look she was given before she stuck her tongue out at Carrick. The smile remained afterwards, even after she had put on her serious face. It was time to get started on the stuff.
As she scanned the first sheet again, she glanced at the rummaging Carrick was doing. He kept pulling things like beakers and cylinders and such out, placing them by her. The blonde was very careful to not knock any off and she moved them to the center of their workplace, putting even more of a distance between them and the edge. From what she’d seen, the mansion had loads of money, but she still didn’t want to break anything. Then came a variety of other instruments, many of them she knew, but a few of them that were alien to her. Strikers, test tubes, spatulas, Petri dishes, beaker and test tube holders, and a ton of other things.
Being the good student that she was, Liz was already in the process of drawing her third object when Carrick brought out something that remarkably did look like a tea cup. “Perhaps we will be making tea sometimes in the future,” she said in a way that made her sound like she knew what she was talking about. “But I think that’s a mortar. There should be a pestle in there somewhere as well. They’re used for grinding things up.” She said it matter-of-factly, completely unaware of the inaccuracy of her identification.
As she continued drawing and labeling things, her attention was temporarily stolen by the Nathan guy, who was returning to the adjacent station decked out in white gloves. She returned the quick smile he gave her before averting her attention back to her paper. It didn’t really matter why he had gloves; she just couldn’t help but imagine them covered in sequins and such. A soft smile adorned her lips even as she started pleasant conversation with Carrick.
“So,” she started casually, “did you get bitten by a mutant raccoon or did you have to walk into a doorknob to get that eye?”
As his lab partner scanned their work area, Lance noted the sudden change in Nathan's expression.
“Sorry Lance, I’m gonna…I’ll be right back.”
Nathan suddenly turned edgy, drawing Lance’s curiosity like metal to magnet. He visually trailed his partner as he made his way over to their teacher. A few conspiratorial words between the two and the teacher produced two pairs of white latex gloves. Lance stifled a laugh.
So that was what Nathan was edgy about... makes sense, now that he thought more about it. The teacher was even kind enough to give Nathan the entire box of latex gloves for him to use.
Nathan made his way back to their station... smiling towards Carrick and Elizabeth, as he did so. Upon reaching their station, Nathan showed Lance his gloved hands followed by a... “Sorry about that Lance, but…”
”Was wondering how you’re going to go through with the experiments with all the metallic stuff around...” Lance quipped, his lips were drawn into a mischievous grin.
Nathan grabbed one of the two experiments laying atop the work area.
“So, um, what’re we supposed to be doing, exactly?”
Lance picked up the remaining worksheet. His lips twitched for but a fraction of a second as he read the title of the experiment... “Artificial Fog”.
Looking at Nathan, ”You can work on the first experiment... I’m really that good at drawing.” he added with a shrug. ”I’ll do the third experiment, then we can both do the second experiment.”
Scanning the laboratory half of the room, Lance spotted a medium-sized basin that will serve as the container for the experiment. Filling it half-way with warm water, the teen then looked around for the other essential material to the experiment... dry ice. He finally noticed an ice chest on top of an unoccupied workstation. Looking in, Lance had found what he was looking for... several chunks of ice lay inside.
Using a tong from their workstation, Lance grabbed one of the chunks inside the ice chest and dropped it into the basin of warm water. Fog began rising out of the basin[/i][/url].
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”Mortar?” Carrick asked looking at the mini teacup and then shrugging, odds were she was right, it was clear that she knew what she was talking about. Reading over the information on the sheet in front of him as he mimicked Elizabeth his eyes traced over artificial fog and instantly he had become intrigued. Dry ice and warm water, he knew how to make it before he read over the directions, he learned how to make it under the school of the big top.
The angel smirked as he remembered that his Ma and Da said he was waiting his time cutting school to live the life of one of the circus folk. Before he could get to work grabbing the dry ice or the beaker or whatever he was supposed to put the dry ice and warm water in, Liz asked him a question, one he thought for some reason wouldn’t come up.
”Ummm…. Didn’t get bitten by a mutant raccoon… doubt one would have attacked me though, you know me being part cat and all.” Carrick said as he lifted his tail in front of him and waved it about in front of Liz for a moment as he was still getting used to owning up his mutation made him part cat and half contradiction.
He didn’t exactly tell her how it happened and he didn’t blow her off, it was a subject he wasn’t ready to talk about, bullies never were a fun subject regardless of the timing. Instead of telling her exactly what happened he puffed out his chest all macho like and then smirked, ”You should have seen the doorknob, it knows it was run into!”
With that he picked up the tongs and then walked over to the dry ice container and picked the biggest piece that was physically possible to be lifted by the tongs, walking back to the station he caught the eye of the professor that locked on Carrick and what he had then he smirked and shook his head shifting his gauge to other students.
Once he was back at the station he looked to Liz, ”So… would it be cooler to drop this in the sink and turn the hot water or do we have to follow the rules…” he smirked as he dropped it in an empty beaker and turned the hot water on ready to fill the glass up.
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Elizabeth smiled at her friend’s bravado. His defense about being part-cat didn’t appear logical to her; she’d known a raccoon mutant who had engaged in war with a dog before. In fact, didn’t regular raccoons drown dogs on a regular basis? But that was okay, she didn’t expect Carrick to be an expert on animals. She just kept smiling and laughed a bit, especially when he remarked on the doorknob.
“Is that so?” she said a bit mysteriously, “Well, that explains the unusual shape of the left door to the kitchen this morning. Here I was, thinking that it was just part of a collection of odd handle and such that hadn’t been fully installed, and yet, it was just a result of a failure in your equilibrium.” She flashed him another smile before returning to her drawings. She finished the terrible sketch of the flint-and-steel striker before moving on to a basic outline of a beaker.
She paused very soon, keeping an eye on Carrick in case he did something wrong. It wasn’t that she didn’t completely trust him with the stuff but…yeah right. She didn’t really trust him with everything. Not only did she want to prevent a possible accident like burning down the school or melting things with hydrochloric acid and such, but she also wanted to get a good grade on the labs, as easy as they were, and she did not like the idea of repeating them multiple times over a silly mistake. But Liz wasn’t going to mention any of that out loud to Carrick. She would just make sure he did things right.
As she finished the basic form of the beaker (the height of her artistical abilities), the brown-haired boy returned with a nice chunk of frozen carbon dioxide. “I think we’d better play it safe and follow the rules. Beside, who knows? There could be the leftover results of dozens of chemicals and experiments left in the sinks that as soon as the dry ice and water combines with them, they explode, destroy the school, unleash a cloud of toxins that kill off the rest of the city, cause a blight to spread throughout the land, and make us fail the experiment.” Somehow, the blonde managed to keep a straight face throughout her worst-case-apocalyptic-scenario. But she soon cracked a smile.
“Personally, I’d put it in the beaker after we poured hot water in it,” Elizabeth said, giving a much simpler opinion than the previous one. A test tube was just taking shape on her paper. She glanced at the station next to them. The Nathan-Lance duo seemed to be ahead of them already. Well! That just couldn’t continue! A surge of energy rushed through the girl and she began drawing and outlining at a swifter pace, determined to get their experiments done before the two guys did. Liz may not have known anything about sports or cared about most types of competitive things, but when it came to academics, she was in the zone and she wasn’t willing to take second place.
“C’mon! Let’s try finishing before they do,” she said to Carrick, jerking her head in the direction of the only other people in the class that she knew the names of.