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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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 wasn’t that Sara liked being the loner that she was. It just sort of happened that way. With her mutation, being alone made things easier. She had less problems with the norms of New York if she just kept her head down and did her best to mind her own business. Now if she could only follow her own rule about minding her own business, she might be able to get through a night and have her time be…. Ok.
The nights of New York City were starting to get longer and with the fresh chill in the air, Sara found herself tugging at the collar of her vest so that it shielded her neck from the wind. Her head tilting forward and down so that only the end of her feline nose was visible from under her hat by those who passed by her one the street. Her tail twitched beside her ankles as she could hear a comment made here and there about her from the other inhabitants of the street. At one time, Sara tried to hide her mutation. Something that was nearly impossible to do. I mean come on. She looked like a giant cat and anything short of wearing heavy coats and hoods piled on top of each other until she looked like a badly dressed hobo, hid nothing. She forced herself to make the decision that hiding was out of the question.
Sara just had just taken a short cut through an alley way when she came back out onto the street. She didn’t come out into this side of town that often. It mostly consisted of clubs. Neon signs were making a collage of different lights as she glanced up and down the street trying to decide which side of the street that she wanted to head to. It was only a moment and Sara’s decision was made for her.
“Hey CAT!” The angry voice came from some human idiot who apparently thought that we was talking to an animal. Not a mutant and certainly not an individual who once experienced being worshipped as a goddess.
“A Cat?” Sara replied raising her voice to match his only hers was dripping with sarcasm. “Where! Why Damn those nasty butt munchers!” Sara mocked. Looking around as if she hadn’t found the cat that they were talking about.
“B**** I mean YOU!”
Do I look like I chase my own tail?
Sara raised her clawed, and paw like hands doing her best to look peaceful. “Look. I really don’t want any trouble.”
“Then Scram.” The man told Sara. He stuck his hand under his jacket and pulled out a gun, leveling it at her head. Sara’s lips pressed tight together. She could heal from most any type of wound, and she had been shot in the head before, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to repeat the ordeal.
“You got a permit for that thing?”
The man pulled the hammer of the gun back. An ugly smirk spread across his face. “I said scram. I want to see you run.”
Xavia was not one to stray too far from her guard, but she needed some air and kind of slipped out of one of the venues she frequented. She wasn’t too worried, Shade liked to hide in the shadows, and he was bound to follow her anyway without being seen. Air was needed either way. She was still in costume, tonight’s ensemble being of a very slinky black number, hair piled up in such a way that it only enhanced her look. Aside from looking like a bombshell, she also looked tired. See, that is what happens when one is kidnapped all the time. This last time was different though, she’d been injected with a drug and then kidnapped. Her trust in humanity was wavering, seriously.
She heard the sound of shouting, then, and looked up to see a vaguely familiar feline being held up by a jerk. Part of her considered walking away and letting Sarah take care of herself, but she couldn’t do it. So instead, the plant mutant crept closer.
Sara stood stock still as the gun was aimed at her head. He wanted her to run, but what happened if he missed? The street was still full of a lot of people. And while most of them had seen and reacted to the gun being pulled on Sara, there were still people crossing behind Sara, obliviously. What happened if he missed.
As the time passed with Sara's hesitation, there was an added amount of a challenge. She couldn't help but notice that the gunman's arm swayed as he tried to hold her with it. He was drunk? He was going to try to shoot her, with an unsteady hand, while he drunk. Really.
"Ok. Take it easy." Sara chanced a quick glance behind her seeing that there were still people behind her. People who probably didn't heal like she did.
"I told you RUN!" Sara Swayed a little on purpose as she turned around to face him again. Though she'd never turned all of the way around. His gun followed her movement but not to a T.
"Do you really want to take a chance that you might miss?" She asked. Half teasing, half trying to be some sort of voice of reason.
“Hey A**Hole.” She decided it was time to speak up, she was behind him at this point. It sounded cool because of her accent, even. Whether he turned around or not, she moved between him and the lioness, having spent the last several minutes to form decent sized thorns at the ends of her fingers, she grabbed for his wrist to cause him to drop his gun. If she succeeded, the thorns would dig into his flesh and blood would dribble out.
Her face was a mask of fury as she glared at him. “How about YOU run?”
