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.
"Yup," Amelia agreed. It was time to catch up. Most of the people on this floor (and others, maybe?) had left out the front doors. It was time for them to figure out who was causing this, and stop them.
She took off after Staff dude and let him lead the way.
With any luck, the next desk they saw would tackle him again. She'd let him tank that. He seemed tough.
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Streak was done dealing with the now inert desk. It looked normal, except for the giant hole in it from where it was stabbed. They may want to replace that thing when they get back to work. Streak through. He just had the image of someone trying to write a memo and stabbing through their paper because they were writing over the hole in the desk. Amelia seemed to be following him as they hurried off to catch up with Jorge and Kealey. They needed to keep moving towards this guy, otherwise they might lose their shot at getting this guy.
"Expect things to get a little more crazy when we get closer to this guy." The silver mutant said to Amelia. She wasn't an X-men but she was here so he needed to be sure that she was ready for whatever came at them when they got closer. Finally, Streak caught up with Jorge. He looked ready with his snake-water stuff going on. "How far do we have before we get to where this guy is? Streak asked Jorge.
It was Jorge and Kealey's jobs to find this guy and he wanted to have a general idea of when things were about to go nuts. The silvermancer had his weapons ready for anything to jump at them and surprise them. For the next few minutes they seemed to be in a calm. Streak had the feeling that it was like the calm before the storm, and that this psycho was hoarding all his best defenses for a surprise attack on them.
This guy had been unsuccessful in keeping the people inside the building thanks to them but they still weren't out of the clear. There was plenty of risks for them before this little adventure was over.
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>> "I wouldn't be shocked if things get more and more hairy as we get towards the center of the building." [/color]
“Neither would I,” Jorge agreed.
In all honestly he had a feeling that things were going a bit easier than he would have expected. Yeah they ran into a couple of murderous office pieces, but other than that it really seemed like they were not meeting with as much resistance. Of course, given the plots of movies and novels, he probably should have bit his tongue. The second anyone thought that they were being let off easy was the second that everything would decidedly go wrong.
He grumbled as he kept his eyes peeled and the water tight around his arms. There was really little that it could do against lifeless furniture, but it was at least better than nothing.
As the duo passed through the hall, they winced at the sparks of lights and the eyed the fallen furniture. There was not much moving during this hall, but there were definitely signs of the mayhem that they all had caused. Deep scratches in the walls, dents, broken glass, even a spot or two of blood; Jorge couldn’t believe that someone was able to do all of this. But that was what always made his job shocking, the depths that people would sink to.
In the back of his mind he tried to run a scenario or two as to why this happened, what the possible motivation may have been. He came up empty, though, just as he heard a familiar voice from behind. They were rejoined by Shawn and the young lady.
>> "How far do we have before we get to where this guy is? [/color]
He was thankful to have Shawn back. His gift for making weapons could indeed come in handy.
“Couple floors up, in the heart of the building,” Jorge responded. He then nodded to Kealey. “She can sense something up there. Seems like it might be our culprit.” He then turned as he eyed the length of the hall. “Only question is…what is the safest route—“
Thomp! Thomp!! Thud!! Crunch!![/b]
He paused mid-sentence as he turned to look. The stretch of hall was pretty nondescript, lined with doors that were half open or closed completely. Light coverings hung on by threads, debris lay all about, and yet nothing seemed to be making those riotous sounds. It was then that he caught sight of a shadow moving down the hall. He strained his eyes through the dim light and spied, what looked like a stapler hopping across the ground. Bright, neon pink and clacking, it actually looked kind of cute…
…until it was joined by a desk, a few computers, file cabinets, chairs, plastic plants, and various other office paraphernalia.