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.
There was no question in his voice. Nobody talked to her like that. Nobody. She was too tired to be offended about it and too hurt to think of it as anything more than a compliment. He wouldn't want her to stay if he didn't somehow care. Heck, he wouldn't have done half of anything he'd done if he didn't care.
People would grovel but at the end of the day they would have left her standing in that puddle in that bathroom unless she'd ordered them not to.
Lori went for the water and the pills but ended up taking the pills dry. No point in risking a spill. If he had asked, she would have said no. Instead? "Sure." She dropped her shoes and sat back on the couch. The cushions were like a comfy hug, but softer than she she was used to.
It was just so odd. She'd had one golden cardinal rule to keep her safe when she'd been her own creature. Don't stay the night. She broke that rule for Jacen and he ended up breaking her trust… just like anybody else she'd ever stayed with. But, this was different. Wasn't it? Because it wasn't like that?
Lori supposed that if she woke up the next day to police surrounding the couch then it would be. But this was his home even if it was severely austere. And he'd been careful to cover his own tracks. It could have been a show…
"Ugh." She could chase that rabbit around all night. Instead the blonde let herself sliiiiiiiiiide sideways until she was horizontal on the couch. There was still room for him since it was only her top half laying across the cushions.
"Glad it was me and not you." Lori handled pain better than empathy or gentleness or any of the other considerations he'd shown her. She wriggled with as little movement from her neck as possible and curled up until she was facing the back of the couch instead of the open room. Somehow she still felt exposed.
She didn't argue? Paul was surprised and for a moment didn't even know what to say. Apparently she was even more tired than he had realized because what little he had already gathered about Lori made it clear that she was all about self-sufficiency. For her to accept his order with absolutely no argument meant that she must be completely exhausted.
"Glad it was me and not you." She commented as she lay down on the couch and then slowly wiggled and moved until she was curled up in the couch on two of the cushions with her back toward the door. For a moment Paul thought about making a comment but then decided against it. Whether she was saying that she wouldn't have helped him or something else didn't really matter. She had to live with her own conscience while he had to live with his.
Standing up, Paul took his glass back into the kitchen and set it on the counter. Turning around he headed across the living and into the bedroom, returning a few moments later with a dark blue plush blanket that he quickly draped over the blond. "Sleep well Lori. Like I said, if you're still here in the morning, great. If you're not then travel safe when you head back."
Heading back into the bedroom, Paul left the door cracked just in case Lori needed something and then headed in the bathroom. After a quick shower he brushed his teeth, changed into shorts and a t-shirt and then climbed into bed. "An interesting evening." Paul thought to himself as he let his head fall to the pillow, "Very interesting."
It was the smell of bread from downstairs that woke her. Maybe it was years of experience of sleeping somewhere and then sneaking out, but when Lori woke up she went from asleep to alert in seconds.
The first thing she noticed? Blanket. Second thing? She probably hadn't moved the entire night. Sitting up made her joints ache, her arms and hands especially. Also, a little drool spot. Yuck. She rubbed the blanket against the spot until it sort of went away and sort of just spread the evidence around.
The scant natural light told her that it was some ungodly hour perfect for leaving the scene of a crime.
And no guns pointed at her or cops. The apartment didn't seem to be on fire either. She rubbed her hands along her stiff joints hoping the heat would help loosen them up. All in all, a very survivable night. Her hair was even dry. The toaster showed her that it was a wreck from sleeping on it funny, but whatever. She was already going to wear high heels and athletic shorts home with what looked like a vampire bite hidden under the gauze on her neck. It throbbed with every step, but when she stayed still it wasn't too bad.
Lori grabbed a piece of bread from the pantry to make her stomach quit begging for some of the bread from downstairs. Too chicken to try to actually work the toaster, she nibbled at it as she yanked Paul's loaned socks off into little sock balls. The heels were far too fabulous for her loaner basketball shorts, but they would have to do.
The blonde tried to be quiet as she got to the door and glanced back one last time. Her dress was there. Still damp probably. The socks. The blanket. Yeah that wasn't too horrible a mess to just leave.
Paul lay in bed, with his hands laced together behind his head as he just gazed up at the ceiling. He had awoken a few minutes before at his normal time but hadn't felt like getting up. It was to nice to be able to just lay back and smell the fresh baked goods down stairs. After his previous night he was looking forward to a lazy morning sipping coffee, eating bread, and reading the newspaper. Finally as the sun began to peak through the blinds Paul stirred and rolled out of bed. Wandering out into the living room he smiled ever so slightly at the sight of the empty couch. He had called it just the way it went down. Lori had slept and slipped out before he got up.
"I would guess she doesn't want this dress back." Paul murmured with a small grin before going about cleaning up. It was the work of only a few moments to toss the dress into the trash, throw the socks into the hamper, and fold up the blanket and return it to its place. About a half hour later he walked out of his bedroom dressed in his normal jogging clothes with some cash, his keys, and his ID. Once outside he locked the door and headed down to begin his day just the way he wanted. "I hope the italian bread is already out."