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.
((OOC: OK I'm opening this up to carry over Fiona's little set up on the roof tops with the special human anit mutant force. Fiona, Syn and Raphael are on the roof and and there is a considerable force of human anti-mutant special ops guys.))
"I hate you people. I hate your weirdness and disgusting ways, all your 'effing bull with your abilities...! I say its filth!" he said, as he gripped the gun tighter, almost growling at Syn as he continued. "Especially the ones like you, with an attitude. I'm gonna enjoy blowing your goddamn brains out..." Now raising the guns, Fiona gasped as he pulled both triggers.
The pistols blasted out their projectiles at Syn’s chest. The girl let out a grunt as the bullets punched her in the chest causing her to spin around and go down to one knee. Damn that hurts still! she thought to herself as she gathered her senses. Unfortunately the punch from the bullets made Syn’s pheromones start working as rage was building up inside her. Anyone in the immediate area was about to start feeling the same way.
Syn started laughing as she stood back up and turned back around to face Doyle. “I love stupid humans like you.” The wicked girl charged the man who pumped two more bullets out of is pistols and into the girl. She tackled Doyle and knocked him down. Then using her knees she pinned down the man’s arms so that she was straddling his chest and broke his wrists. Doyle hollered out in pain, but Syn was happy that he wasn’t able to lift the guns to shoot them again.
“So you hate mutants like me huh? Especially ones with an attitude like me?” She leaned forward to get a good look into the now scared man. She could almost smell the fear radiating off of him. “You have just found out what kind of attitude I have.” With that Syn punched Doyle in the throat as hard as she could crushing his air way and suffocating him. When he stopped moving with the exception of a couple twitches the girl stood back up and looked around to see what Fiona was doing and to see where Raphael was.
Fiona's eyes widened and her mouth opened sharply with another gasp as she saw Syn spin out of control. Then all of a sudden Syn came back, finishing the other man named Doyle off brutally. Fiona had to wince a few times watching him die, however she knew that it was either him or them. "What's going on?" said Ortiz all of a sudden, and Fiona realized she had been gasping and moving along with the fight.
'Might as well get rid of him now, I know everything I need to know...' she thought, and stepped a little farther back to meet with Syn and let Ortiz see what had become of his partner.
"Oh my freaking God!" shouted the man, as his eyes lay upon Doyle's tattered corpse. Ortiz looked at Fiona with eyes full of shock, as he began to pull out his own guns. "Who are you going to use those on?" Fiona asked skeptically, with a trace of annoyance to her voice. What idiot on Earth would attempt to kill someone who had brutally destroyed someone so easily and violently? Ortiz looked left and right as though searching for the answer in the sky, and Fiona simply placed her hands over the barrels of his semi-automatic handguns and lowered them beside his hips.
"No one to kill here darling." she said sternly, and Ortiz stared at her as though he were a child being reprimanded.
Just then, a scratchy yet clear voice broke the somewhat pervasive silence: "All troops, code nine! All troops, code nine!" Fiona looked up in time to see a distant figure crouching on the rooftop, and ducked behind the staircase room. The voice on Doyle's walkie-talkie continued its scratchy drone as the sniper shot Ortiz where Fiona was supposed to be standing. Ortiz spluttered painfully and dropped like a bag of rocks to the ground. "Syn, get back here!" said Fiona, grabbing Syn and standing the woman next to her.
"I saw what you're capable of, but those rounds are pretty insane when they connect with flesh." said Fiona, and pointed to the disgusting mess of organs that lay where Ortiz was sprawled on the ground twitching.
"Let's try to get down the building somehow..." she said, and with an exclamation of relief noticed a gutter system running all the way down.
"If we run to it we can possibly slide down without getting hit." she readied herself to run when she suddenly got an idea.
"One second." she nodded to Syn.
Taking Ortiz's thick corpse, she lifted the man to a sitting position and dragged him laboriously in front of her much like a human shield. She groaned as a round destroyed Ortiz's head, sending brain matter cascading behind her. Finally reaching Doyle's corpse, she ripped the walkie-talkie from it and threw caution to the wind, running as fast as she could back to her area of cover. Fiona barely made it before another round had clipped the ground right behind her. She clipped the walkie to her waist cincher and readied herself for one hell of a run and drop.
