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.
Lisa had interesting ideas about what kind of things were useful. Sweeping. KP. Changing light bulbs and swapping out broken doors and door handles. (Sactuary residents seemed to be particularly hard on doors.) Noel endured these because she felt she needed to earn her keep even if she was crashing in another resident's room. There was only one task that when Lisa suggested it, Noel actually looked forward to doing.
Garage.
There was a garage full of cars. Some needed new license plates and stickers installed. Some were trashed and needed to be disassembled. Some just needed oil changes. But, by God, all of them were problems that had very clear solutions. This was where Noel truly was able to shine.
A lick and some meditation on the vehicle meant that she could usually identify the problem, at lest if it was human-caused. Then came the fun part: using tools and elbow grease to get to the problem. Once she isolated the part, no amount of greasy licking could tell her how it was supposed to work. Bluh. She'd tried, but there must not have been enough human interaction with some of the parts. Not enough memory to draw on.
From there she got to fiddle with the problem just like anybody else might. She did research, got a few manuals for reference and soon had a parts list the front lobby secretary, Lisa to order for her.
Today's conundrum? A wheel that didn't want to come off. She had the vehicle, a sleek black beamer, up on its jack and the socket wrench was in place. Heck, she'd even gotten 4 our of the five nuts off, but that last one... no matter how she pushed, pulled tugged or jumped on the thing, it didn't budge. Noel's arms were smudged in grime half way to the elbow with little smears and scratches on her face.
Not just the efforts in the garage, and technically not just him. His little network of buggy spies caught most things that happened around this old building, so he couldn't help but take notice when someone decided to go about fixing things. For the life of him, he really couldn't comprehend WHY she was fixing things, either.
Perhaps one of the residents had taken a disliking to her, and had chosen to mind control her into servile labor? He hadn't ruled out that possibility, but by all reports she wasn't acting mind-melty in the least. He'd decided his best bet to find out exactly what was going on would be to ask her. After he'd decided that, he'd promptly forgotten, murdered a couple people in a hedge maze, and then had tea. A week later, he'd re-remembered, and off he went to hunt her down!
So now, he was standing not ten feet away from her, having hidden for some time, and then approached slowly from behind as she tried to remove a tire from a former resident's car.
"What exactly are you doing?" It was an odd question, considering it was rather clear what she was doing, and it was a strange way to announce his presence, but there it was.
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
Was she surprised to hear someone ask her something? Yeah. Or, well she would have been if she had a spare brain cell to devote to the issue. Instead, her everything was focused on putting all the physical strength she could into some jumps.
Noel answered with every jump.
"Trying. To. Ge-Whuh!" The nut budged finally when Noel went to jump on it again and, since the crossbeam of the socket wrench was suddenly not supporting her weight, her weight went suddenly forward.
TH-DONK! It was her hands that hit the hood of the car and not her face, but her face came in close second, her nose mere millimeters from shiny black hood.
"Whew." Close. She sniffed stiffly and grabbed up the cross shaped socket wrench and wiped the hair out of her face all in the same motion. Noel grabbed up the loose nut and plonked it next to the rest before turning around to see who had come to visit.
"Trying to get these nuts off-ew!" That wasn't a girly Ew! Come save me! that was a gut-felt, nose wrinkling Blech! There's something nasty here. Noel put the wrench between herself and the very, very large bug. "Roachman." Now she really had seen everything. Shudder. They made the grossest sounds when she crunched them under foot.
The woman was quite animate; she was not what most pink skins would refer to as... The girly type. He was indiscriminate when it came to such qualities; both could get things done, and both had their pros and cons.
Still, this pinky in particular was being useful without any good reason. He watched as she hopped on the cross wrench while explaining her status. It nearly didn't end well, as she pitched forward and barely failed to smack her face into the car; It was a shame, really. He did find slapstick so entertaining. It wasn't long before she turned around, and, predictably, was instantly smitten by his good looks.
"-ew! Roachman." He wasn't sure about the ew thing; most women said it when they saw his beauteous form, so he assumed it was some sort of mating call.
She'd taken to holding up her crossed shaped wrench, in between herself and him, presenting it like some form of crucifix.
"Accurate. I'm afraid you'll find we have nothing in common with vampires. Honestly, though, contain yourself; We can't have you undressing me with your eyes, should we expect to have an adult conversation."
He reached out to pluck the wrench from her hand with impressive strength, and, pending success, place it on his head in the spot his bowler currently occupied. It did appear to be such a nice hat.
"Now, tell me, what are you doing here, grease covered woman? Also, your name; Grease covered woman is far too many syllables to be practical in everyday conversation."
It took a few ticks for that to compute. In the meantime, He'd taken her form of defense and donned it as a hat.
Name? Screw introductions! She was talking to a freaking GIANT BUG. Normalcy could freaking wait until she got some assurances that this bug wouldn't squash her. Afterall, he seemed a bit unhinged... Not that Noel had met many bugs by comparison...
"Let me guess. You don't really 'get' human interaction. You're more the type that grew up around bugs, fell into a vat of thermonuclear waste and now you eat people." Unfortunately for Noel this scenario included super strength for bug-face and pathetically useless kissing skills for Noel.
Genetics suck.
Not having a weapon sucked more. She edged around the vehicle so at least the black hood of the car was between them. Then she folded her arms.
"If you eat me, I will give you incredible indigestion." Just to spite him, really. Spite seemed her best weapon currently.
