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.
The world was not going to hell if Sveta had any say about it.
The dream was over, but that did not mean those things she (and apparently half of New York) had seen were not going to happen in the future. They were too real to ignore and too menacing to forget.
So, Sveta decided to do something about.
During her dream years with the Amazons, she had learned her lesson about one very important thing: sisterhood.
She had been a big sister all her life, caring for Bo every step of the way. But the family she found in the Amazons that never were was an entirely different kid: a family of equals, sisters who had her back, in return for her doing her part. And even if none of the skills she had acquired in the dream transferred into reality, the idea remained.
Women in trouble should stick together.
New York City was growing more and more uneasy by the day - it was becoming an unpleasant place for mutants. Sveta was deeply upset by the news of what happened to Gina, and even though a little part of her was relieved that she could pass for human, she greatly felt for those who could not. No sister left behind.
With that in mind, Muse was out and about to make the city a better place.
It was not as easy as they make it look in the movies.
The part of the park she chose for her patrol was infamous among newyorkers. Many of them chose it as a shortcut on their way to work or home, and it was less well lit or guarded than other parks in the city.
Sveta did not fancy herself a vigilante: she did not actively seek out bad guys to punish them. She just wanted to do her part in keeping the women, especially the mutant women, of the city safe. All the training she had came from self defense lessons at the Mansion, and the police shooting range. She hoped it would make a difference when the time came.
She walked slowly around the park with short detours into neighboring streets. In terms of costume, she did not have much: she was not an X-man, or police, and she decided that sensible shoes, jeans and a hoodie were the easiest way of blending in. The only thing sticking out was the long gloves on her hands. Safety first.
The sun was low on the sky, people were on their way home. Sveta hoped for another uneventful evening.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
"No, no, no. You got it all wrong! It's step, turn, turn, step, turn, turn, dip, step, dip, dip, bow, step, turn. How many times do I have to go over this?"
Boredom does strange things to a man. It makes him itch, makes his mind jolt. He recoils from the lack of stimuli. His skin crawls, and his limbs begin to tense.
Lack of sleep also does strange things to a man, especially when self inflicted, and for long stretches of time.
So, in a fit of boredom, and sleep deprivation, he decided that he should up the ante on his guerrilla vandalism scheme. Blocking traffic was beginning to lose it's zing, and people had been finding easier ways to dispose of the culprit statues. Instead, a live demonstration was needed. And since he couldn't think of anything better, tonight, he was practicing his routine.
A four golem waltz in the park. With Maestro Effigy at the helm.
"Right. Let's try this one more time. You," he pointed to the lead 'male' golem, formed with a stony tuxedo and no face, "Take the lead, and stop prancing around like a sissy. You," to the empty faced 'woman' who was partnered with the first, "Stop trying to take the lead. You're bullying him into horrific movement! Now do what you're meant to do, and follow! This is a waltz, not a mazurka! And you two," to the other pair, similarly designed but for the mutant proportions,Keep up the good work. Right, let's do this! Aaaaaand a one-two-three, one-two-three..."
As the golems lurched around, Mat gave an inwards sigh. As much as he wanted to deny it, his control was waning. His precision was weakening. A shudder ran down his spine, as the only remedy came to mind.
This was not a situation Sveta had expected to run into.
Golems. The ground seemed to be rumbling under her feet as she walked towards the source of the sound, and, peeking out from behind a tree, witnessed the weird motion of the great clumsy giants, with a man in the middle wildly gesticulating at them. It was a strange situation, not quite battle, but not quite fun, as much as she could tell from the movements of the golems.
She pondered for a moment. She had options. She was not a vigilante to just run into it head first and start hitting things. That was not what she was good at. So she watched.
It almost looked like they were dancing.
Sveta decided to probe the situation and see what happens. She was poised to run.
"HEY! OVER HERE!"
If the guy wanted to run, he would run. If he did not, she could run too.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Mat swung around, the rhythm in his head broken, the dance interrupted. The golems swung in unison, and together, they stared at their lone witness. A wide grin crossed Effigy's face.
"Welcome! Welcome, welcome, dear audience!"
All four golems bowed to the women, not quite in synch. His control was still a bit iffy. This could be a bad thing.
"Have you come to see our recital? I will admit, it was a mere rehearsal, but I'm sure we could make it a proper show. A flash of anger crossed Effigy's face, and he turned to kick the lead male golem. "If this one can get his act together!" A cheeky grin, and a hand run through his hair, and Effigy passed smoothly over his little outburst. "We were working on a waltz. D'ya wanna watch?" he asked, his accent slipping in the last moments, ruining his beautiful showman's voice.
