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.
She was responding well... things were as good as he could hope for at the moment. He had the unexplainable desire to smile. Before he realized it, he was chuckling. It was not until he felt his grip on her almost slip that he realized something was up. He had done some drinking, but not enough to affect him a lot, much less so delayed and in an instant.
Before his grip of her got too loose and she could be dangerous, he revealed his second advantage. His shadow emerged from the ground and wrapped a velvety tether around each of her wrists. Using the shadow, he flipped her around and pushed her back against the door.
He moved closer, allowing more tendrils of his shadow to take her ankles in case she had a few kicks in her. "I'm not sure exactly what that was, but it seems you have some tricks. You're not alone."
He held the knife in front of her face briefly before tossing it behind him, where it harmlessly clattered on the kitchen floor. "I have no intention of hurting you. I just want you out of here."
He got close to her, where he could almost hear her heartbeat pounding in her chest. The effect must have been coming from her, because he felt himself getting more soothed with each step, as though he was drugged. He got close to her ear and whispered, "There was a day long ago where binding you and pinning you up against a wall could have been the wildest night either of us could have wanted."
For a brief moment, under the drug-like influence, he almost wanted it anyway, but Nate's adrenaline kept him within his wits. He pulled away, searching the purse. Thankfully, there was no gun, but he did find the telltale knife. "That part of my life is done now though." He took her knife, held it in the same fashion as he had with his own blade, and discarded it similarly. "I don't want anything from you, and I will let you go, but I want you to get away from here. My girlfriend will be coming soon, and unlike me, she's got a badge and plenty of motivation to deal with a sexy conwoman such as yourself."
She let her concentration slip as soon as those...things grabbed her. Leyla wasn't sure what they were, but she didn't like them and they weren't human. The effects would linger for a few minutes, and at least she had gotten the knife from her throat. That had been objective one, after all.
>>"There was a day long ago where binding you and pinning you up against a wall could have been the wildest night either of us could have wanted."
Letting out a shaky breath, she tried to suppress that desire as well, her anger making it more and less difficult all at once. Under different circumstances, she would have him completely unraveled by now. As it was, they both seemed to logically want the same thing: for her to leave.
>>"I don't want anything from you, and I will let you go, but I want you to get away from here. My girlfriend will be coming soon, and unlike me, she's got a badge and plenty of motivation to deal with a sexy conwoman such as yourself."
His pathetic excuses made it even easier to detach herself from the situation, irritation rising in her chest. Despite her panic, she couldn't help but snarl at him, "You are shame to yourself. Once a wolf, now a poodle on leash. I leave, gladly. You be good for your owner." She almost managed to seem completely confident, but couldn't help looking down at the things holding her in place, desperate to be freed.
>> "You are shame to yourself. Once a wolf, now a poodle on leash. I leave, gladly. You be good for your owner."
Nate could not help but role his eyes. It was a rhetoric he heard multiple times from the contacts he cut ties with, though it was almost poetic through her imagery, despite the broken English.
He matched her eyes, and his voice was low like a growl. "Don't think that I changed my life to become weak. I'm not about to condemn you because I get it, I really do. To each their own. But don't you dare ca-- DAMMIT PARKER!"
Nate looked down to see his once fearsome guard-spider nuzzling against Leyla's leg, warbling and clicking happily. Whether it was her perfume or her mutation, he was now done seeing her as a threat. He pointed back to the computer room, annoyed. "I was trying to make a point here! Get back to the room!" Parker obeyed and skittered down the hall and out of sight.
Nate groaned, the purpose and darkness in his voice gone now. "Well, that killed the mood," he stated casually. He walked back, his shadows still holding her, until he picked up both knives from the floor. "Listen, best of luck to you, and I hope you con plenty of assholes out of money they don't deserve. I am happy where I am, but I still have respect for a good conman-- or woman, and anyone that almost screws me over deserves that respect."
He released her from his shadow, the tendrils receding to him. He was not completely off guard; if she tried anything, he was ready to create a shield wall, but he did not think it would be necessary. He opened a silverware drawer and slide the knives in. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Leyla Sevgici. You truly were the most exciting thing in what was going to be a boring night."
Leyla actually managed to laugh weakly when the spider started rubbing against her, cutting its master off. Maybe she had judged the monster too harshly. His owner however...
She might have despised him for his pitiful love-conquers-all speech but for one word: content. He thought she was content, but that of course was never the case. The rest of his words fell away in her mind. For all of his weakness and however disgusted he might make her, she had to admit that he was some sort of happy, and in that way he was better than her. Her envy flowed over into a quiet, furious self-pity, eyes feeling just a hint of salt sting, quite foreign to her.
Once released from the whatever-they-were, Leyla sagged against the door and studied him with new eyes for a moment.
No, to hell with him!
Leyla spun on her heel and snatched the door open, pausing halfway over the threshold. "Is a shame we meet for this situation, Nate," she told him coldly. "We may have make good trouble, yes? You find me if things change." With that, she left and closed the door behind her, heels clicking down the hallway as steady as a drumbeat.