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.
The tea was awful. Gawain almost spat it out at first try. It felt like it was set on burning a hole through his throat. He did not spit though. It was not polite to spit. In the presence of old ladies. Who throw cars.
>>“Have some tea. And if your mother ever shows her face again, I'll show you the car-smash.”
Oh yeah.
Gawain sipped the tea. Carefully. As little as possible. Sip.
"It's not her fault, you know." he muttered "She would not have left me if she had a choice. She never left me alone."
Granny did look as if she liked the tea. She had made it, after all. From somewhere behind a green-glowing pot of sugar approached Mirror and hovered at his elbow. Because Grannies have that kind of awesome power. Not Telekinesis. That was only her. But they knew the face of a person trying to stomach something unpleasant. Just like that. I win. “Sugar?” That was said in her nice voice.
A sip of tea later she got out her not-nice voice. “Look, honey, I don't care if she had to go save the world.” Yes, this was quite true. Mothers leaving their children alone. Not her type of people. “She wasn’t there when it mattered. She will meet the car.” Just like that. Bitter things I know about, her eyes said. Because I’m old. And you aren’t.
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"Yes please" Gawain nodded, holding out his cup of tea. Sugar sounded like a good improvement indeed. He liked sugar. It was sweet. Granny seemed to be showing her softer side now. Probably not the side Sam would ever see, and Gawain felt kind of proud that she was feeding him tea instead of car-smashing him.
>>“Look, honey, I don't care if she had to go save the world. She wasn’t there when it mattered. She will meet the car.” J
There was an expression on the young mirrorwalker's face, somewhere between a smirk and a frown. Granny was awesome for a grandma. Too bad she was dissing the wrong person.
"And what if she couldn't come back?" he inquired, looking into the dark pool of the now-sweet tea "What if soemone won't let her?"
It was a theoretical question, of course. It was obvious someone was not letting her come back. She would have come back a long time ago if it was just up to her.
And then sometimes you're somewhat too old to remember things. Until a kid comes along to remind you. Them kids tend to be fiercely loyal and idealistic. Both were characteristics she could relate to both in abstract and practice. But then there also was a realist heart beating in her chest. A realist heart that sadly said things about the poor boys mother that were noncomplimentary. Also they were not for good and decent company. OR any company at all. Grannys do not swear. They behoove themselves to and on great composure.
“Kid...” Yes she said that. Yes, she did, because she was old and arthritic and had much to much on her mind just now. “just know that you can come to me after you find the answer to that question.”
And that was that. She looked over her teacup with very old eyes.
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