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.
’I’m in touch with activists and local mutant rights organizations, and they’ve had a few events here and there.'
Nothing big enough to really make the news. He had to admit his message was pretty divisive among the mutant rights crowd, for all his talk of unity. That was probably why they haven’t yet gotten the manpower together to make a platform around his kind of message. It seemed to be gaining ground, at least.
>> ’I’m in touch with activists and local mutant rights organizations, and they’ve had a few events here and there. Got any ideas?’
A good start, but a slow one. Activist groups took time and effort, Dorian's message needed a game changer. "I have one... It would make a huge impact, however its borderline terrorism according to the law." It was probably best t be honest about the risk before the plan was laid out. That way he wouldn't have to second guess himself after hearing the risks. Hopefully. "I was thinking about putting your writting on the front page of the New York Times..."
Dorian stared at Seyta his expression unchanging. He didn’t even know how to begin to approach this proposal. It would definitely spread the word. To the entire world, even. But terrorism? That seemed… sub-optimal, to say the very least.
Seyta chuckled, she already demonstrated how. "I knocked three times and you didn't notice I was there until I Spoke to you...and no I'm not invisible." She leaned forwards smiling innocently, as innocently as a potential terrorist could anyway. "The only thing I have issues with are cameras, as in security cameras. If someone can occupy those for a while all I will need is a good suite, a flash-drive with a digital copy of your work and a fake ID for the Times." The plan was simple... overly simple in fact. That's why it would work. Her mutation would handle anyone up close and the suite with the ID would deal with anyone outside her range. "As long as the cameras are out or not being watched then I can walk right into the lead editors room and paste your writing with a great title and click print. Knowing the way they crank the papers out there will be thousands of copies shipped and deivered to news stands before they even realize it and stop the presses."
One week later, Dorian was hovering hundreds of feet above the ground, with his grip on an invisible rope being the only thing stopping him from falling to his death. It was at around this point that he realized this plan might have been a little bit too risky.
The hanging-from-an-invisible-rope thing didn’t have anything to do with it, though. That part was normal. Entirely expected, actually; he was using an invisible balloon to carry him to the roof of the building. It wasn’t the first time he’d used this trick, and he made it to the roof without incident.
Security types generally don’t expect people to try to break in through the roof access, and his fake ID card should be enough to bluff his way past anyone who might pester him on his way to the security room. Assuming they even cared enough to pester him. Taking a page out of the Clark Kent book of disguises, Dorian was wearing a shirt and tie that made him look like any other working stiff, along with a pair of fake glasses that would make it marginally harder to identify him from a freeze frame in a security camera.
Getting to the security room wasn’t the problem. After he got there was when things would get risky, and Dorian wasn’t sure he was prepared enough to deal with that part of the plan.
He pulled out a prepaid cellphone and sent a text message to the one he provided to his colleague: ‘I’m at the roof. Get ready.’
Luckily there wasn't anyone else in the restroom, Seyta had spent the last fifteen minutes mix-and-matching accessories and makeup to give her the same appearance as the receptionist she stole an ID card from. She left the fake with the woman she had stolen the real card from, it gave her a bigger chance of getting caught, but if there where doors that needed card swipes to open, real was better.BZZT BZZT BZZZZZT Seyta checked the phone Dorian had given her.
>> ‘I’m at the roof. Get ready.’
She made a quick reply: 'All set here.' She looked close enough for her mutation to take care of the rest when she passed other people in the halls. Stepping out into the hall and waited for Dorian to get to the security office, doing her best to look like she was suppose to be there and was working. In retrospect, if the TIMES gave tours of the plant this would have been easier.
The security room contained several computers, two multi-monitor setups connected to the surveillance setups, and two very bored men who were paid a reasonable wage to sit around and make sure the building didn’t explode. Because it was a news organization, they did have to kick a few wackos off the premises every once in a while; otherwise, it was a fairly dull job.
It was a boring job, their shift was about to end, and they were tired and eager to go home.
That was when they met who they thought was some kind of deaf intern. The first time he walked in, he looked lost. They stared at him for a few moments before one of them asked: “Can I help you?”
He flashed a few hand signals at them. When their confusion became evident, he pulled out a notepad and started writing: ‘Wrong room. Sorry.’
Several minutes later, he came back with two cups of coffee. ‘For you, said his pre-written note. While they didn’t entirely understand his reasons, they were grateful. It was some really good coffee.
They would have been even more grateful if it wasn’t drugged.
After the first security guy fell out of his chair, the second feebly reached for his radio. Dorian lunged forward to stop him. He managed to keep the guy’s (or according to the nametag, Randy’s) hands off of it until he drifted into a drugged sleep.
Soon, Seyta would get another text: ‘Cameras are down. Hurry.’
With a slight smile Seyta set off. This was the only hard part, finding the editors office and , if he was there, getting him out of the room. The badge she swiped got her through the doors out of the lobby, a good start but it needed to work farther in as well. Making her way through the offices she checked for any kind of sign or map on the walls.
While the exploring took longer than she wanted Seyta found the Lead Editors office. Using the same trick from when she met Dorian she knocked and stepped back from the door. The was no answer. Thank you lady luck Seyta smiled and slipped in. With no way of knowing how long he would be gone Seyta worked quickly. Plugging in the flash-drive Seyta copied Dorian's writings into a full front page spread. With a few more clicks she sent it off to be printed.
Stepping back into the hall Seyta sent Dorian a message as she headed back towards the lobby 'Time to go'.