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.
I'm not sure how to start, other than to let you know that I am writing this letter from the year 1913. There was some sort of accident with a teleporter and Slate and I ended up lost in quite the wrong century. We've been here for over a month now, and it looks we have no way to get home again. I just wanted to let you know that we are doing fine. We have made a few friends, we've found a place to live, and we've each got jobs now. I'm working as a custodian at the air force base, and Slate is training to be a mechanic.
Of course, I'm horribly lonely for you. There are many times when your expertise would be so helpful. Like when I tried to make macaroni, it ended up a horribly burnt up mess of noodles and charcoal. It might have been the stove's fault, though. I'm not used to a wood burning stove for cooking yet. I'm sure it will come with time, which it seems like we have in plenty.
Please don't worry about me too much. I'll keep writing, and when we can afford it, I'll see if we can get our photograph taken to send it to you.
So you know how I always got mad at you for disappearing on me for long periods of time and not telling me where you were? Well... I'm at least going to tell you were I am. I was going to Egypt, but somehow Slate and I ended up in Serbia instead. And we're all the way back in 1913 with no way home.
I miss you! I wish you were here, or we were there or something. Things always seem cheerier when you're around, even in the most dismal of situations. Not that it is dismal, or anything. We are definitely making do with what we have. That is to say, there are things it would be nice to have, like more than one pillow (I know you don't care about them, but they are nice for the rest of us) or maybe another pot or a pan (not counting the bedpan).
Anyway, we do have a nice apartment, albeit a small one. I drew out a picture of it for you on the back of the paper. I still leave the window open a crack every once in awhile out of habit, thinking that you're going to come hopping in as a sparrow or something.
I keep wanting to ask you for advice on Slate. Sometimes I have a hard time figuring him out. Maybe since you lived with him so long you could help, but letters can't travel backwards as easily as they can forwards, so I suppose I'm on my own there.
Do me a favor, and keep an eye on my mom. She's going to take the news kind of hard that I'm not coming back, I think. And she does like you, even if she can be kind of scary sometimes. Maybe since neither of you are going to have much family around any more, you could be each others' family? Also, could you deliver the other letters in this package for me? You are one of the only people I can think of who knows everyone so I figure you are the best person to get these to all the right people.
I'll miss you. You are the best friend I've ever had in a hundred years.
I will be missing our next LARPing session, and all the ones after it, actually. I have accidentally time traveled back to 1913 and am apparently stuck. Slate, too.
I'll really miss our “training sessions” and hanging out in the break room watching you school all the others in ping pong. I really appreciate everything you have done for me over the last few y... time. Though you only pretended to be the one time, you really have felt a lot like a father to me.
Tell all the guys I say “Hi” and LARP it steam-punk style just once in my memory.
I'm stuck in 1913, unable to get back. I am running out of ink, so I'll be brief. Thanks for being like an older sister to me. I have always looked up to you and have tried my best to be as kind, nice, patient, and responsible as you are while still not forgetting how to have a little fun now and then. Sorry I didn't get to say it in person, but congratulations on the baby! Also, good luck! I know you will be an awesome mom.
Katrina was out of ink. There were so many more people she wanted to write to, but she'd have to wait until they could afford more, which was going to be awhile considering they also still needed to buy food for the week and were trying to save up to buy that second pillow.
At least she had plenty of time to write again later when she could again get her hands on a little ink.