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.
It was nice to have finally found a truly quiet place the city, Cree thought as she walking into the library. It was dusty and warm and had that comforting feeling. Cree felt like she could just stay there all day basking in the silence and warmth. But she was there on a mission, she wanted to find a magazine on cars. So far Cree hadn’t found anyone to talk shop with and was missing it so she figured a magazine could be her momentary friend.
She walked down the aisles taking note of what she saw, fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, horror, mystery novels and such your usual library belongings. But she could not seem to find anything on cars, she was not sure if they didn’t have anything on cars (which was difficult for her to believe) or if she was just missing it. So then she began to look around to find some help, she hadn’t noticed anyone initially when she walked in, but that could be because she wasn’t looking for anyone. Again Cree walked up and down all the aisles, not finding anyone.
So she walked over to the computers section, Cree loved that libraries had computers now if only she was familiar with them. She had spent so many years in the garage with Ron who didn’t believe in computers that she had for the most part forgotten how to use one. She pressed the power button on one of the machines and waited for it to hum to life. When the dinosaur finally was started up it asked for a log in i.d. and password. Cree did not have one as this was the first time she had ever even stepped foot in the library. Then she took note of a little card up in the right hand corner of the monitor, it read “You must have a library card to use computers. Your log in i.d. is you library card number and your password is the month and day of your birthday”
Cree did not have a library card and thought maybe she ought to get one for possible future needs. She made her way to the front desk which was not occupied but had a little bell resting on it with a note that read “Ring bell once for service, ring repeatedly if you’re rude”. This gave Cree a little tickle, she loved smarta** humor like that. So she tapped the bell twice just so she didn’t follow direction but wasn’t being rude either, and waited for someone to appear.
Hot girls who go to the library, where have you been all my life?...
First, there was the serial murderer. She was positibely terrifying, but still hot, in her own weird way that made her such an amazing character for a book. Any book. A whole series of books. Of different genres. And now, her.
Krisz was not some kind of a pervert. If he had any weirdness that brought him to the library, it was dorkyness more than perversion. But hey, if a nice girl happens to walk in and break the pattern of... humanities students... bleh... why should a guy complain?
Krisz was being a ghost once again. He still had his job haunting the bookstore, and not like anyone paid for haunting the library... but it was a great place to build image. Especially in the evening, between the dark shelves... one cerstaing ghost could get a lot of practice.
The girl was ringing the bell and no one was answering her. How rude.
"Looking for something?" whispered the bodyless voice from behind the counter "Maybe I can help you..."
It took a long time for anyone to answer the bell and it was irritating Cree, what was this place abandoned. But once someone did respond it was a voice and nothing more.
>> "Looking for something? Maybe I can help you..."Whoever or whatever it was she could not see and immediately thought it was Hokee playing a trick on her, this place was fairly shadowy for a library. Cree looked around trying to find some floating clothes, but did not see any. She was confused by this and wasn’t sure if she should respond or not. Cree decided to walk around and find the person first. She glanced through all the aisles and did not see anyone. She found her way back to the front desk and decided to try to speak to whatever it was. She was wondering if this place was haunted, it seemed kinda creepy and old. She spoke louder than normal incase maybe the person was just somewhere that she couldn’t see.
“Ummm…Who’s there? Are you the librarian? Uhhhh I’m looking for car magazines or books, and maybe a library card?”
>>“Ummm…Who’s there? Are you the librarian? Uhhhh I’m looking for car magazines or books, and maybe a library card?”
Krisz chuckled as he hummed around, keeping his voice low to avoid disturbing others and in a register that he liked to thing of as "seductive intelligence". (Secondary sources. Naturally.)
"No, I am not the librarian" he corrected her with a friendly chuckle "I am... a voice. I am an echo, or rather, the sum of all the echoes. After all, what are all these books, hundreds upon hundreds, if not echoes of thousands of people and millions of thoughts? And even though they are all different, they still make up one voice in the end, a voice that wanders the aisles and whispers into the ears of those who come seeking wisdom and truth... you have nice eyes, by the way."
