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.
Cafas mentioned he was an X-man. The Ranger hadn't met many but had heard much about them. His impression of them was that they aimed to do good, but their structure limited their ability to function. A mutant militia masquerading as a law-enforcement agency with no governmental liability. And it seamed Cafas to think along those lines.
"Their image is too big, their focus to broad. Leave police work t' police an' shift t' covert activity." The Ranger began, "They should maintain a combat force of only those who can, all else in support roles. If mutant fightin' is the game only use combat capable powers in combat unless they are otherwise skilled enough. They don't carry a badge so they shouldn't act as them. Worry about justice, let police worry about law."
Cafas liked the Ranger a lot, he made way more sense than most of the people he worked with. He was sick of being looked down upon by the police force when he worked with them anyway one too many of his former team mates(or were they current team mates?) fast tracking their way to higher ranks through their position in the X-men. It made them all look bad, like they were afraid of hard work or something.
"You don't have to tell me mate, you have to tell Shin and Cold Steel. Those two run the show these days, from what I can tell. I think Tricity is really in charge, but I hardly see her, so those two are the real decision makers." Perhaps he was letting his tongue get away from him, but he hardly cared. The X-men were a special kind of sell outs. That coming from a guy who was in that Dusk movie.
Cafas gave a brief assessment of the current X-Men power structure. All names he'd heard, but only one he'd met. The intel wasn't immediately valuable to the Ranger, but a working knowledge of the organization of the major players in the city was always useful to have stored away for a later date.
"Work's been good. I run a PMC, so I move more paper than lead. Though ever' now an' again I get t' kick in a door."
"Kicking in the door is my favourite bit. What comes after is a close second. The paper work and the police reports make me want to rip my hair out. The problem is we went and made ourselves public. There's no going back. I mean, we don't live in comic books." In comic books logic could be damned, things just worked. Oh sure, some excuse was contrived, but it didn't need to be too realistic. They could fade back to anonymity. That was what he missed the most from working with the police. The trading cards now said "Alchemist (Cafas Johnson)" where before it just read "Alchemist"
Everyone knows us, and we're poorer for it. The Judge though...
He could go that path, he knew. It wouldn't be wise though. He needed back up, funding, tech, allies. You could be damned sure the X-men would be after him like a flash though. "What the fuck have they dragged us into?" Another drink gone, and all he really seemed to be drowning was his sense of balance. "Never work above board. There's no going back."
"There is no goin' back," the Ranger agreed, "but they could be used as cover fer another team. Smaller, quicker, stealthier. Built outta the most apt. Leave the X-men for rescuing kittens and shaking hands with the boys in blue, let this other team handle the real threats with whatever the appropriate response may be, unbridled by rules imposed by traditional law enforcement who are otherwise woefully ill equipped."
The Ranger raised his beer, but stopped short of drinking. He laughed at a thought, "You could even go back under. Be Cafas the useless X-man reading to kindergarteners by day and wear a mask and silly costume for anonymity and actually do good." That said he drank from his beer.
Cafas wasn't sure how close the Ranger knew he was to the truth about the vigilante work. He might just ignore it, it wouldn't be wise to go giving that stuff away. "A small team going outside the law would be great, but I doubt they'll go for it. Shin's in with the Police and C.S. likes the lack of complexity."
Cafas figured he was probably done drinking for the night. He was just going to throw up if he drank too much more. "Ah, I don't know, bitching isn't fixing anything. I think I'll just live with it for now. Quitting isn't really an option. One of those once you're in, you're in things."
The Ranger shrugged and finished his beer. It didn't make much of a difference to him whether or not the X-Men relegated themselves to a state of being less useful than your average beat cop. Certainly this meant talented people who could be useful to society would be held back, but it also meant there was one less hand in the pot of actually trying to bring justice.
"It's been a pleasure, but it's time to call it a night." He then held out his hand to shake Cafas' while palming a card for Blackforest Tactical, only the name in embossed lettering with a phone number below, and quietly added, "If ya decide ya wanna do some actual good on the side." And with that he left.
