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.
>>"But if your dad shoots me, that's totally on you."
Amelia shook her head, arching an eyebrow. "Way to kill the romance." She laughed. But, at least he'd made the right decision.
Off they went.
The two of them reached the back door. Amelia stopped.
"Well, thanks." She said. She turned, as if to open the door. As if she'd forgotten that kiss she'd promised him. Then she stopped herself, and tapped her forehead. "Oh right. Almost forgot to give you this."
In one smooth move, she turned and leaned up, holding his shirt to help her keep her balance as she pressed her lips against his. She smiled into a kiss.
Mmm. Definitely nice. She was most certainly glad he had made the right choice.
The door didn't swing open. No angry dads appeared in the doorway to catch them in the act. They were lucky. What was there to fear about?
Something made a sound nearby. It sounded strangely like a door. But that couldn't be right. There were no doors around for miles. Only her and Gawain.
>>"Well, thanks... Oh right. Almost forgot to give you this."
She did not forget the kiss. That was good. Gawain smiled and pulled her closer. As far as goodnight kisses went, this was a darn good one. Just because she did not deserve any less.
He still had air left in his lungs when he felt Ami wince.
>>"Ahem."
Dammit.
Gawain kept his eyes shut for a moment, wishing for the father to just go away, and then convinced himself it was not going to happen. Slowly opening his eyes, he pulled back from Ami, and turned to look. No, he was not red in the face at all...
If she could have vanished into a mirror there, that would have been great. There were several other options, though.
Option 1:
Amelia pulled back daintily from Gawain and looked to her father. "Hi dad, this is Gawain. Gawain, my father, Arthur."
She was not blushing, nope. Calm as a cucumber like a boss.
Option 2:
"Gawain was just dropping me off, actually. We went to the renaissance fair." Got me home before curfew had passed and everything.
Did she actually have a curfew? Most girls did, and most of the time it was somewhere around 11, according to her research, which was cable television. So yes, this made perfect sense.
Option 3:
"Well, I'm going to go up to my room now and lock the door and cry." She said briskly, nerves rattling.
She left.
Out of all the options available, Amelia only chose 1 and 2. 3 did not happen. Option 3 was uncool.
"I see," Arthur noted. "Well then, thanks for sticking around to meet me." He extended his hand towards Gawain politely.
Amelia was somewhat shocked. He wasn't giving Gawain the evil eye or anything.
>>"Hi dad, this is Gawain. Gawain, my father, Arthur... Gawain was just dropping me off, actually. We went to the renaissance fair."
She was handling the situation quite well. Thank god, because he did not feel like he was up to the task. The father did not look murderous. He did not have a gun. Yet. That was always a plus. He let go of Ami's hand when Arthur offered his.
>>"I see. Well then, thanks for sticking around to meet me."
"Nice to meet you, sir" he nodded, regaining his voice "I just wanted to make sure she got home safe."
"Well, I see that she did." Arthur agreed, shaking Gawain's hand. He chuckled, mainly to himself. "And she isn't grounded or anything."
"Daaaad."
Family. Love em. Love to hate em.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Arthur joked, ducking evil eyes from his daughter. He'd released Gawain's hand to do so.
"Thank you." He added, turning back to Gawain.
"Anyways. Night, Prince Charming." Amelia said. She took a big risk because her dad was not throwing things yet, and snuck a quick peck on the boy's cheek. Then, swiftly, she made for the entrance. She made it and entered as her father turned. She vanished within just in time, before he could object. As she went, she started humming loudly, so she couldn't hear any such objections. Humming Once Upon a Dream.
This left Arthur alone with Gawain. Arthur turned. He smiled frankly at the 'Prince.' "She is a handful," he drawled.
This guy seemed nice. At least, Amelia seemed to think so. So, Arthur had no problems for the moment. The guy must simply have been tall for his age.
Prince Charming. Ugh. Gawain smirked. He had never been a charming prince. He was a knight, and a trickster, and many other things, but never the stereotypical good prince. He was not that good. Especially right now. He was a liar. Not to mention a gendershifter. The kiss was nice though.
He watched Ami disappear.
>>"She is a handful,"
"Oh yeah, she is" he chuckled "Good night, sir."
Turning around, he walked away. Better do it while you can.
He watched as the boy left. Once he was gone, the man turned.
"Hm..." Now, he that he'd had time to ponder things... Prince Charming did seem a bit mature for Amelia's age bracket. Which could only mean she'd done it again.
"Ameliaaaaaaa," He called, from the front entrance.
She did not hear over the humming. Or the suddenly blaring track from Sleeping Beauty in her room.
Tonight had been good for her. Hopefully, the dashing knight would call again~