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.
When Noel held down the first button on her keypad, she knew it would dial a service called for-wun-wun* or something ridiculous like that. Despite the silly name, the operators were competent and helpful. They always connected her calls to the people she asked them to connect her with.
This time, they connected her to the Health Services complaint department. She named the pizza place, the problem and the things around it, but she couldn't give them any specific street names or an address. That seemed a common problem so they dutifully took her complaint and, in all likelihood, tossed it in the trash after she hung up.
It was just as well because the sheer volume of lies that had poured out of Mr. McCoy's mouth made her scrape her fingers across her tongue in disgust. Of course, touching her fingers to her tongue didn't help. She got flashbacks of opening the paper around her straw, handling her diet coke, buttoning her blouse, last week she'd had a band-aide on her pinky finger…
It was easier to break out of it this time. She was already familiar with where her fingers had been and the images held very little interest for her.
"You have a foul mouth." And Noel? She apparently had a mouth that could see the past.
The ex-agent pressed her palms into her eyes. "What am I going to do?" Forget the fact that she was with her boss, Noel didn't cook. If she couldn't eat out… could she eat?
*Note: Noel still can't read. For-wun-wun is actually 4-1-1 information.
"You have a foul mouth." She said it in a rather matter of fact tone with some obvious distaste. For a moment, Paul just looked at her with an eyebrow raised so slightly. "And here I've always prided myself on using language without unnecessary profanity." He responded as he failed to make the connection because the lies he had told so smoothly and her power that would have left a very bad taste in her mouth.
"What am I going to do?"
"I suggest cooking classes or finding a restaurant where you know the wait staff and can trust them completely." He responded with a shrug as he walked to the edge of the sidewalk and stuck out a hand to wave down a taxi. As was typical in New York, they kept blowing past him until he pulled out a twenty dollar bill and waved it in the air. Then, miraculously, not only one but two taxis pulled up to the curb. "Try salads, tofu, beans... those all require minimal prep and hopefully will keep from giving you any memories."
Opening the door of the first cab, Paul leaned in and handed the cabbie forty bucks. "Take the lady wherever she needs to go and keep the change." Stepping back he dug in his pocket and fished out a small roll of bills from which he took five twenties and extended them to the still confused woman. "Here... consider this an advance on your salary. It should take care of your needs until your first paycheck clears."
Handing over that money left him with maybe another hundred bucks to himself but that wasn't a concern. He had learned long ago to live simply without to much extravagance. Sure, he enjoyed partaking in the finer things of life occasionally but other than that his needs were simple. "The cab will take you home, or to a friends house, or wherever you need to go. And this," He continued as he fished out a plain white business card with only his name and cell number in simple block print, "is my number. Feel free to call if you need me."