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.
He held the door open with his foot, letting Alma through to the stairs while he wrote his response.
‘I wrote a book on the future dream phenomenon. Didn’t sell very well. Now, I do articles and n such about mutant issues.’
Writing articles for those underground mutant news sites was less of a source of income than a hobby, but as an Order member, he was in an unusually good position to report on some of these things. Nothing that the Order wouldn’t want him telling the world about, of course; typically, his articles had to do with the sob stories running through the Sanctuary, or tales of injustice at the hands of the NYPD in their misguided efforts to crack down on mutant crime in the area.
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Alma wandered past Dorian slowly, waiting a few stairs up from the ground-level for him to catch up. They strolled for a while before he finished writing his message to her. Alma nodded her head slowly, to show that she understood. “Future dream phenomenon” sounded like a book you would find in the New Age section, amongst books about heightening your intuition and getting in-touch with the spirit world. She imagined that it would only attract a narrow clientele.
The articles about mutant issues, however, bore the sound of a worthy cause.
“Akin to an activist?” the young woman inquired, as a conversational question, “Or more to inform…?”
In other words, was he rallying people to a cause, or just reporting things? These inquiries were pieces to a larger puzzle, though all responses were taken with a grain of salt.
Profile Link Here Alma speaks in orangered. She also speaks French and Spanish. I don't. Google Translate makes mistakes.
It was difficult to walk up stairs and write at the same time. He waited until they got up the first flight of stairs before writing out his reply.
‘Inform. Many of my readers and I are activists though.’
Another set of stairs. Something else occurred to him. He stopped her and started scribbling another message:
‘Keep in mind, I have friends who’ll know if you intend to rat on me, days before you actually do. Don’t even think about it. Literally. It could start trouble.’
He gave her a concerned look, and erased that message immediately after Alma had time to read it.
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Alma tilted her head as she read the mimes’ messages. She quirked a smile at the response. He wrote informatively for a crowd of activists—sounded like an answer that an activist would give.
She followed him slowly, pausing as he cautioned her with a staying hand.
“I won’t ‘rat’,” Alma assured him, as soon as she read. She quirked a smile, and shook her head. Giving away information like that, before gleaning more, would be stupid. Besides which, knowledge was power. The more you knew, the more power you held. Alma wouldn’t give it away so freely.
“But… I could be held responsible for my thoughts?” Alma inquired, trying to quirk an amused smile, “Sounds like 1984.”
Although most of the telepaths who lived in the Sanctuary were on the Order payroll, or at least received a decent amount of hush money from the Order, it wasn’t their job to watch out for “ratting.” Dorian was just messing with her. While Alma’s discovery could be a real setback for Dorian’s whole operation, it was also a rare opportunity to mess with somebody’s head.
Speaking of which…
Dorian suddenly found himself trying very hard not to burst out laughing. He just realized that he had an opportunity to justify using Order resources for elaborate practical jokes. The kinds of practical jokes that Dorian could only dream of pulling, the kinds that would make somebody seriously doubt their sanity. And he had come up with a lot of them. Until now, he just thought they were pipe dreams, but…
By some miracle, he kept his face straight the entire way up to the ground floor. He held the door open for his victim as they exited the stairwell.
For his first trick, he would need some screwdrivers, a teleporter, a mutant with x-ray vision, and at least two other people who could be trusted to play along with him.