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.
A forest of dark gray, black and white concrete covered the land as far as one could see. The leaves of the trees were dry and crisp. They looked to be various items ranging from dollar bills to newspapers to candy rappers and receipts. A smog-like fog rolled thickly over the ground, over a foot in height, while a thin haze of something unpleasant stung the eyes. The brush and stones were various items of trash, refuse and other discarded things. What little light made it past the leaves and trees was defused and smothered by the haze and fog, scattering and blanketing it enough to make seeing difficult and a little painful.
The air was filled with smells of a city. Pollution, rot, decay, trash, greasy food, oil and gas, were just a few that he could make out. It also carried the sounds a city breaths out constantly. The random chatter of people on the streets, the sounds of many televisions, the engines of cars and planes, the heavy thumps and bumps of construction, gunshots, fights, laughter and much more.
Aurion opened his eyes and let his senses take in everything around him. It wasn't an unfamiliar world to him, though he had never been in this particular part before. Any time he came to this 'world' as he thought of it, it was never the same. Everything here masqueraded as something organic and natural, but none of it was. Like himself.
His finger brushed something that tinged like metal against his claw. Gripping it he brought it up to his face. A long thin can of some energy drink. He stared at it then around him. The can was suppose to be the equivalent of a fallen twig. Curling his fingers he pressed his claws into it tearing it to pieces in the processes.
Like its false being, he wasn't what he appeared to be. Yes he looked like an organic being. Yes he was alive and living, but he was unnatural all the same. Mother Nature on her worst of days, demented, half crazy, and pissed at the world, wouldn't create something like Aurion. It was just cruel, wrong, and tainted everything it touched. He was an abomination. A creature not of the natural world.
Everything has a purpose in being, even if it's nothing more than being food for something else.
"So what's my purpose?" Aurion said aloud in perfect english, his words coming out fluidly. In this world he had no trouble speaking. That was just another difference from the real world.
Aurion had almost no warning, no time to react before he felt a tremendous weight slam into his back. He grunted in surprise more than pain as he was thrown 30feet through the air. Though he rushed through the air, he was able to drag one clawed hand through ground, sending bits of concrete into the air. It was enough to slow him down and land somewhat gracefully. When his weight settled pain blossomed just above his right hip right between his side and spine.
Rubbing the pained area he looked in the direction his flight took him from. Nearly 10feet at the shoulder and three feet wide stood a creature that seems to have been be spliced together from a ram, horse and a beetle, covered in spiked and bladed steel armor. Two of it's six legs paw at the ground, their sharply angled, razor bladed hooves digging grooves into the concrete.
"Oh," Aurion sighs and stands up to his nearly seven foot height, flicking his tail in an annoyed gesture, "It's you. Haven't kicked your ass in a while." Despite his dry, bored tone, he knows he's not going to get out of the situation without more pain. As if the ram-thing heard him, it flicks its multi-horned head and lets out a snort of a strange gas from its four nostrils. 'Ah..That's new.' Aurion thinks to himself, just slightly concerned.
It lowers its head, one set of horns curling backwards around themselves,like a seashell, until their curves stick out further than it's head allowing it to bash something easily while protecting its skull. The other set of horns is longer, curving up and backwards like a Horned Oryx, enabling it to poke, prod and stab anything that gets onto it's back. In a straight up test of strength, Aurion knows the ram-thing could overpower him and quite literally grind him into mince-meat.
