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.
Katrina's hand shook as she turned the handle to her bedroom door. She glanced guiltily at her oboe, which had been her excuse to get out of doing the dishes this evening. She didn't have much time to practice these days, and she didn't actually have time for it today either. That was the thing about leading a double life, there weren't really enough hours built into a day for living twice.
Her project today was something that she hadn't practiced in awhile, but would come in incredibly handy in case she ever wanted to slip out of one life temporarily and into the other one. It was a simple enough idea, originating with the pillow under the blanket routine. Katrina just planned on doing it a little more convincingly.
She tossed her hairbrush onto the bed, approximately where she'd put her head while she was sleeping. Then she pulled up a chair and oriented herself to face the hairbrush. She stared at it, making the hairbrush into herself in her imagination. She concentrated on how the strands of hair would fall on the pillow and on how her eyelids would flutter as if she were dreaming. Next, on how...
Except, that didn't look right. What did her eyes look when she was asleep anyway?
Katrina shoved her chair away from the bed and paced across the room, why was it so difficult to concentrate today? She glared at her mirror, closing one eye, then the other. It didn't seem to have the same effect as when both eyes were closed on someone else. The wrinkles were all wrong.
She kicked the chair on her way as she stomped over to the bed and flopped down. She could get the position right, at least. Legs here, arms this way...
Staring at the ceiling, she couldn't help but think of the Oracle Shop. She didn't have a reason to go there today. No meetings scheduled. No missions on which to report back. That didn't mean she didn't want to go there.
She liked it there, feeling like she was part of something and could actually make a difference in the world. She wasn't told she was too young or not practiced enough. She wasn't left behind or left out on missions. And she liked the other kids there: Letitia, the twins, Jude, all of them. Especially their leader. He walked into a room and everyone in it felt more inspired just by being there, he energized them, and, maybe most importantly of all, he cared about each of them.
They weren't just soldiers to him, or students, or team mates. To him, they were people. Each unique. Special. Loved.
She would go back there. Tonight. She could already tell she was going to be too antsy to sleep. Which meant that she was going to have to finish the illusion of herself sleeping soundly in her bed so no one would discover that she actually wasn't.
Katrina jumped when the door opened, sending her textbook flying, “Geez, mom, don't you knock?” The hairbrush was, for the moment, actually a hairbrush. Luckily.
Claire looked hurt, but asked what she came to ask anyway, “Some of the kids are starting the Star Trek Movie downstairs, I thought you might want to come watch it.”
I'm studying like you are always bugging me to do, she wanted to blurt out. Katrina bit her lip instead. She didn't want to seem like she was up to something. Nor did she want to hurt her mom's feelings any more than she already had. Normally she wasn't so jumpy. Normally she would have loved the opportunity to ditch study time for a movie. So. If she wanted to seem normal she had to watch it.
“I- I'll be right down.” She glanced at the clock, estimating the time she'd be able to sneak out. That movie was going to take hours.
Her mother took another long glance at her, as if checking to see that she was alright, “I'll pop some corn for everyone, then.” She didn't sound fully convinced.
Katrina put on her best smile and used her most sincere voice, “Thanks, mom.”
Now that seemed to do the trick. Her mom smiled a real smile back now.
Katrina felt jittery all the way there. She blamed it on her nerves; all this sneaking out at night was making her completely paranoid that she was going to get caught. Every noise in the night made her leap for cover... until she remembered that she could simply be invisible, and even then she was jumpy.
The movie had finished so late that she had almost decided not to come. She had even laid down and tried to go to sleep, but hadn't been able to. She had tossed and turned until her bed looked like a tornado had hit it, with sheets and blankets and pillows every which way. In the end she had decided a walk might help calm her mind. Then, once she was walking, her feet led her almost automatically to the front door of the Oracle Shop.
Since it was late (very), the door was locked. When she knocked, though, there was still someone awake to rustle around and come answer it.
Eros' curious expression melted into one of concern as soon as he recognized who was standing there, “Katrina, are you alright? Come in, come in.”
She nodded, she was alright now. The warmth of his greeting completely melted away her nervousness. Everything was going to be okay.
“Is everyone asleep already?”
Eros nodded.
“I couldn't sleep,” Katrina admitted, yawning. “Though now I feel as though I could just about crash anywhere.”
“Feel free, we have plenty of couches and you know our door is always open to you. Except, of course, when it is locked in which case you need only to knock.”
Katrina smiled sleepily, “Thanks Eros. I think I will take you up on that couch offer.” Just a nap, that was all she needed. She'd set her cell phone to wake herself up when it was time to go home again.
“I'll fetch an extra blanket.”
Katrina hadn't had anyone tuck her into bed in a long time. It felt homey.
A whole army stood aligned, backs straight, ready to face the future. Their banners flapped lazily in the breeze, unconcerned with the prospect of soon flying over a reddened battle ground. The general stood in the center.
A tall figure, an adult among children, and beside him a boy with sunglasses. The boy lowered the glasses and caught her eyes over the rims. Together, they fell through time,
Once again she was racing along the oracle's flume, riding the current of time ever forward. Colors flashed by, iridescent with possibilities. Alternate paths cropped up here and there, forks in the road, but the current had already decided where they were going.
Onward.
She caught flashes of particular images as she whizzed past, but if she tried to look at them straight no, the colors blurred and ran into nothingness, lost in time.
Faster and faster the waters flowed, dashing against days, splashing over weeks, throwing all possibilities over the edge of a cliff. In the end, all the waters poured into one place; the lake of destiny.
She floated there, in a tiny boat without a paddle, finally still and able to see what was happening. Up above, in the stars, a great battle raged. Asteroids bullets flew across the skies and worlds burned.