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.
Night had just lightly begun to fall over the city when Kyle's bike came coasting to a stop outside one of the cities many diners, its engine a dull noise against the backdrop of the city at large. New York at night wasn't much different than New York at day in many aspects...save for all the flashy neon signs, the trashy sort that came out at night and the monsters that stalked the shadows.
It had...was...a long day for Kyle. Between working to earn money to ensure he could afford to fuel his bike, pay his rent and numerous other expenses that he needed to attend to, and dealing with idiots on both sides of this riot madness that was sweeping the city, Kyle had barely had time to pause for a snack, let alone a meal. Having a mutant power that gave him ridiculous stamina was great but it didn't fuel the body without food to gave it that strength.
The diner he'd stopped at was a little hole in the wall diner, a place most people walked by daily without even giving it a second glance unless they were actively seeking a place for food. Kyle had visited it plenty of times before; the food was always good, the place had decent prices and since the riot started, was one of the places that still catered to both mutant and human alike. Frank didn't care who or what you were; so long as you played by his rules in the diner and paid for your meal. A saint among saints that man.
Turning off the bike, Kyle strode over to the diner, pulling his helmet off just before he opened the door and stepped inside, glancing around as he did. The place wasn't packed at this hour. An older couple in the corner. A pair of teen couples chatting over a meal. A group of workers talking over a meal and eying him as he stepped past their booth to settle at one of the empty tables. He gave Frank, who was working behind the diner a nod, which he got back, before putting his helmet down and leaning back to relax a bit.
Rest was in short supply for most folks during these tensions. Working at her other job she had learned to deal with it. Heck both jobs were good at making sure you functioned no matter what. Either way Athena was functional, if not well rested. She watched the newcomer out of the corner of her eye as she exited the kitchen with dishes for both the old folks and the teens. Jeanie and Scottie were regulars and their orders never changed. The teens were new costumers but not troublemakers. They were too wrapped up in each other for that.
The workers came by every now and again. Frank usually had to tell them to settle down. Always got a bit rowdy but didn't mean to cause trouble by it. They'd been louder and meaner since this mess had started. Athena walked past them after her second food delivery to the newest addition. Athena didn't know him but that didn't mean much in the long run. Could have been a regular on a shift she didn't normally work.
"Welcome to Frank's Joint. My name is Athena and I'll be your waitress. Today's soups are Chili and Gumbo."
The usual spiel rattled off of her tongue easily. By now she could do this part blindfolded. She set a menu down on the table in front of the man as she said it.
Though his eyes were closed and for all appearances he was resting, Kyle was far from it. He was quite awake; closing his eyes allowed him to focus his hearing just a slight bit more, so he could listen to the sounds and voices of the world around him without drawing too much attention to himself. It was a handy trick for getting the vibe of a place or to simply listen to the idle gossip that people loved to toss to one another. Sometimes that gossip was even helpful.
All he got for now were the hused whispers of the old couple eating and the giggles and little small talk that usually came from young teens in love. Typical. The workers though...they were discussing the recent events regarding that young mutant and the police attack on her, which was becoming more common as the days passed on. Opinions both positive and negative were abuzz and it took only a moment of listening to the men to understand that theres was of a negative sort...towards mutants.
The sound of approaching footsteps took his attention elsewhere, as his eyes drifted open slowly to the woman who was approaching his table. His eyes, flat in terms of emotion in most cases, sparked a little at this one. Kyle wasn't familar with this waitress, because if he did, he would most assurdly have remembered her. For one, she was, without a doubt, drop dead gorgeous. Everything about her was a credit to her beauty and it wasn't a faked beauty that some people bought for themselves today...it was a natural beauty. The kind that made men do terrible things for just a taste of it.
That humbling notion of his manhood aside, her eyes and hair are what drew his attention mostly. Her hair was black and white, which could have been a dye job and an interesting one at that. But her eyes...Kyle had questions about her eyes. There were yellow...non-wholly a common color to have in the iris and certaintly not yellow that reminded Kyle of snow owls. Piercing, sharp, these eyes were. It was an unnatural mutation in those genes for sure. But was it the only one?
"Water will suffice for now. As for food, the chili soup sounds just about right. A sandwich which too, if you please. Roast beef if you have any to spare." Staring for a second as she wrote it down, Kyle rose an eyebrow. "I do not believe I've seen you before Athena. Are you new or have I merely missed the pleasure of arriving when you work?"
