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.
The following text was recorded off of a wide-range broadcast in the New York city wasteland, emanating from Liberty island.
Speaker: -static- " My children we have just witnessed the fight of the century! Applaud our brave warriors, the fallen, and the victorious!"
-applause, and cheering-
"My family... Before you go... Before you turn off your radio, or head back to your home, I want to have a word with you. My... family. I call you that every night, but do you know why? Because from the deepest depths of my soul, I love you. For three years the world has been like this. For three long years we have been forced to do things we never thought possible, all in the name of survival. Each and every one of you has been pushed to the edge of your morals, your shame has been stripped away, your walls have been demolished... And together, it has made us STRONG. " -cheering-
"We stand here as the survivors in a world that has given up! We stand together as pure, natural, brutal beings that won't let the misfortunes of the world destroy us because here we THRIVE. In the old world, we were accountants, school teachers, lobbyists. We worked together, but we were different things... Then, there were humans, and mutants; the normal and freaks of nature... Now... We are all simply survivors. So when one of us falls, help them back up. When they can't get back up, bury them with dignity. And when someone decides to be your enemy... Know that they are my enemy too; We are all the same. We breath the same tainted air, We bleed the same gritty blood, we fight the same bloody battles. We. Are all. Family. And that is why I love you."
-cheering-
"One last thing... For those of you who aren't my family... May god have mercy on your souls." -Static-
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
The following text was recorded off of a wide-range broadcast in the New York city wasteland, emanating from Liberty island.
Speaker: -static- "Blood and guts, gore and death! What more could you ask for?!"
-applause, and cheering-
"Yes... Ask, and ye shall receive... My family... Have I not provided for you? Each day, you get what you seek, whether it be bread, or entertainment. Sure, I demand you work for what you earn, but I do that so that you may grow strong. I feel... not unlike a father, in that way. I hope you will look at me in much the same way... I provide for you, I nurture you, I entertain you, I... love you.
But children... Some of you out there are starving; after all, a father's embrace can only hold so many, and for that, you have my deepest, most heart felt apology. To my estranged, far off children, out there in the wastes, you must know that I care for you just as much as I do the ones I embrace here today."
-complete silence-
"What if I told you... Out there, where you struggle, and starve, and bleed... What if I told you just miles from where you stand, there are people sitting in the lap... of luxury. These people think that they can live lavish lives while you go hungry, after all, they can't eat until they're full if you get a bite too, right?
Well... That's not very fair, is it. It seems to me that certain people, and you know who you are, think they are somehow more worthy of life than us, the ones who have to hang on, fighting tooth and nail to beat the beast that is starvation. They think... they are better... than us. I am here to tell you they are not. Because while they hid in their holes, we became strong. While they suckled off the teet of stockpiled resources, we took what we needed from those who failed to hold onto it tight enough themselves... And you know what, children? I'm willing to bet our grip is so much better than theirs!"
-cheering, static-
"Settle down, settle down... I'm going to be frank. Anyone who is hungry, hear me now. You know where to go. We have what you need. No, i dont mean food... I mean.... tools. That's right... I'm going o give you the tools... to get what you need; I'll even point you in the right direction. And when you go to get your prize, I PROMISE I will be there, right by your side...
Because that's where a father should be."
-statis-
"Oh... And if you are one of those few, proud individuals, lounging in your little bunker... Be prepared to know what discomfort is... Be prepared to have your shell cracked... And be very, very afraid... We'll be on your doorstep soon."
The following text was recorded off of a wide-range broadcast in the New York city wasteland, emanating from Liberty island.
-tuning, static-
"Tell me... Do you like food, my children? What's more, do you not mind working for food? Well, family, have I got a deal for you... If you aren't afraid of a little digging, that is. That's right, children of the wasteland! This is an open offer, once in a life time! Come to liberty island, pick up a shovel, work hard, and eat REAL FOOD! I can personally guarantee there will be very little mold on any of it!"
-short pause-
"I must say, though... there is a major job requirement... What's a request among family members, though? All I ask... is that you come here, work hard, and afterward, you keep your mouth shut... You don't tell a soul what you worked on. That's simple enough, isn't it? SPLENDID! I look forward to seeing you on my door step, and if you have items to barter, there are always open seats at the pit, if you want a ticket! Good night, my family! Sweet dreams!"
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
