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 Mansion. Right. Because hiding in a schoolhouse makes the world a better place. It's very reassuring to know that the X-Men have a solid strategy in this."
"You're the one that has seen the bright new future, not me." Maya muttered, following Maxine inside. She did not have to like it. She just had to accept it, and it looked like she did.
Maya winced as she watched Maxine walk up the stairs. She was not sure if she way playing up her injuries for sympathy (not very Maxine-like) or really hurt that bad, but either way, it made the mirrorwalker ball up her fists. It was not like Maxine was wrong about human-mutant relationships. She was just... not right.
The keys fell to the floor, and Maya winced.
>>"Damn it. You open it."
She picked the keys up.
>>"It doesn't have to be like this. It's not too late to just... go off, and save some pedestrians. You can save the world your way, and I can save it mine. We could... we could still be friends."
Ouch. Bullseye.
The keys dangled in mid-air for a few moments as Maya looked at Maxine.
"I would like that. I would... really... like that." she said quietly. She meant it. Maxine was still, above all, a friend.
And friends don't let friends burn the world.
"We'll figure things out. I promise." said Maya finally, and she put the key in the lock. "It's be all right."
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Maxine would like that, too. She really, really would. She didn't have many friends in her life. Really, there were more people she could count on in the apocalypse than there were right now. Allison was a friend, but Allison was a friend because of who she could be, not who she was. Celeste was the same way. The British mercenary was a boy, which made him potential boyfriend material, but not really friend material; besides, he was playing the lofty and elusive card a bit too hard. And then there was... there was...
Well, Mirror, primarily.
She wasn't lonely. She didn't need friends, didn't miss their stunning absence in her daily life. She had goals, and friends got in the way of those. Anyone who doubted the truth of that need look no further than the X-woman standing next to her.
"You don't understand," Maxine said quietly. "You just... don't." She shut her eyes as Maya opened the door.
The Alpha surged forwarded, a wolfhound sized tornado of paper. White sheets of printer paper fleshed out the bulk of its form; blue lines of loose leaf highlighted its haunches. Yesterday's newspaper headline formed a spot over where its left eye would be, if it'd had more than gaping holes for eyes.
The door opened and out from the apartment exploded a monster, straight at Maya, whose first instinct was sadly not at all different from one that started this whole mess once upon a dream.
"Maxine get ou..."
The paper-hound was heavier and faster than she expected. It collided with the mirrorwalker mid-leap.
Angua used to do that, although for very different puppy reasons.
Maya twisted around so she did not fall straight onto her back and down the stairs; the hound latched on to her arm and she cried out. It was at that point that the whole truth registered in her mind:
This beast was made of paper.
Maya stumbled and crashed into the wall, trying to crumple the hound, but it was surprisingly resistant to that kind of damage. Talk about master origami. Geez. Maya growled back at the beast and reached for the knife with her free hand.
