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.
Yeah, she caught the darting eyes. Saw that little tell. And the grin. Caught you. Amelia smiled.
>>"...you didn't tell her about me? ...I'm hurt... " The woman said.
She saw that coming. She could tell this lady's type. She wasn't going to fall for any trolling ploys. She'd dealt with that kind of person before.
Gawain gave clarification. Amelia bet he was wanting to avoid any repeats like the situation with Maxine. Good for him. She wasn't expecting this to be that. She figured Gawain's ex was cuter. From her grin and her body language, this one seemed like a nasty lady who liked causing trouble.
Amelia crossed her arms and said not a word. She'd let them sort it out.
Amelia cut 'Megan' off before she could answer Gawain's question. "Roommate, huh?" She said. "Platonic or other?" FWB, FB, what? She looked to Gawain. "She isn't your ex, is she?" One would think they wouldn't let just anyone room with the resident gender-shifter. There had to be something here beyond 'Oh, sometimes I'm a girl. I'll be good.'
And what was the deal with the face comment? She didn't care, honestly. That question up there, the one she'd just requested answers to, that was more important. It was kinda paramount.
He coulda kept holding her, but okay. He set her down in front of him, closer to the mystery lady (who still hadn't answered her question!), and... stayed behind her. He did not meet the challenge head-on. Welp. She s'posed she ought to be the better host.
Was he hiding behind her? Hmph. She ignored that thought. He knew the girl. What the hell was right.
"Hi, Megan." She said in her most even, most dangerous tone. "How are you? What brings you here. To my boyfriend's room today?"
She tilted her head. This answer was going to be good.
Nor did Amelia. It was, after all, a logical course of action, and quite strategic! Why, what could there possibly have been to be ashamed about? In fact! She needed to do this more often. Like right now! Why hadn't her feet moved yet? She amended that.
Amelia snagged Gina's hand as she passed it. "To the van, to the van, to the van, van, van!" She sang, to the tune of some horsey song.
The cause of the disturbance did not follow... it did not really have an interest in them, whatsoever. It just turned away, and chewed on some plants. Psychic Meese was not impressed. But they didn't know that.
Those stomach muscles. Her hand moved beneath his shirt. And those lips. Her lips kept their sights set on his. Through the mirror they went, and they did not stray.
There was a sudden jarring halt. A grunt. The sound of slobbering.
She supposed she'd have to turn her attentions elsewhere for a moment. "Aaaaanguaaa," she complained as her head turned. Another jarring halt. Her jaw dropped a quarter inch. She suddenly noticed Gawain had tensed up and that there was a strange woman present in his room. She didn't miss a beat. Conversationally, she quested. "Hey, who are you?"
Yes, she was in her boyfriends arms with a hand under his shirt, and yes, they'd been kissing, but they suddenly had 'company!' She couldn't help but be a 'friendly' host.
No offense had been taken. The arms crossing? Yeah. It was mainly for dramatics. Scare-factor. When a woman crossed her arms and looked at a guy like that, for some reason it made them want to head for the hills.
She wasn't taking offense at anything in this conversation, really. It was perfectly fine if it stayed between Koga and Shin. She'd had something to do here, anyways. Hadn't she?
Amelia checked her phone's clock. Hm.
"Sorry guys," she said casually. "I think I'm gonna jet. Go look for Gawain. Thanks for the pizza," she smiled at the lizard guy. Then she nodded to Shin. "I'll catch you later."
Lodestone? Seriously? He tried not to roll his eyes. They would probably not help him if he rolled his eyes. And that was equivalent to them kicking his ass.
Okay. He rolled his eyes anyways. Screw them if they thought they could tame him and break him just because he'd asked for their help.
"Ami," the other girl said. She didn't explain what the hell an 'Ami' was, so he didn't ask. It wasn't obvious like Lodestone. Who really cared?
The thief slicked back his hair and followed through, leading them down the hole. "Watch your steps," he commented. "Oh. And be prepared, because it stinks. You'll probably regret every step you take." He'd gotten used to it. He could deal with slimy.
She honestly didn't feel like kissing right now, but she let him.
"I will," she agreed.
Amelia was a lot angrier now than she let on. It all was directed inwards, not towards Gawain. It was her fault she'd failed. Her fault she hadn't been ready. She'd have to do something about it. For now, she played the Good Girlfriend role and let him baby her until she felt like walking. Later, there would be training in spades.
"Like I hit a pillar and failed..." She sighed. She hugged back and noted that her arms didn't feel like they were shattered. "Nothing's broken, though. I'm fine."
I'll just have to figure out exactly what went wrong and try again... She thought.
"There will be a take two eventually. But I need practice. I blame me."
Doc Prof tutted and shook his head as he puttered. Moving this. Moving that. A whole fifteen minutes had passed since the girl had been brought in to him. A whole fifteen, and she still wasn't awake.
He shot another harsh look Gawain's way. The girl was going to be fine, but as always, he didn't like having to cover for the kid's mistakes.
The covers shifted. Amelia sat up quickly. Her arms were in front of her face in a guard. The guard dropped after a second, once she realized there weren't any pointy swords coming at her, or any fists.
She blinked. Then looked weakly towards Gawain. "... How'd I do?" She asked. She knew the answer. It pissed her off.