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.
Getting dragged out of the sewer and halfway across the city would have been painful had she been awake. As careful as the monster was, there was really no delicate way to travel across New York with an injured passenger. But regardless, Tses stayed unconscious most of the way, so she was spared a bit of the pain. Eventually though, the movement broke through the darkness and she found herself stirring.
Eyes opening, brain dizzy, and pain still having a firm hold, she looked up at the figure carrying her, and promptly let out a scream.
Fight or flight instincts kicked in, and she blindly thrashed, desperate for solid ground. Her movements aggravated her injuries, pain smashing into her side and from her stomach. By the time she realized what was there, her movements had sent her face first towards the ground, leaving her to land first catlike on her hands and feet, then stumbling forward and hitting her cheek against the rooftop. Confusion, pain, dizziness mingled as she rolled, holding her side in pain. She saw the glint of claws and what looked like scales above her, and unnatural eyes staring down.
She let herself fall unconscious again... It had felt safer there.
Sylar had hoped for a bit too much complacency as he traversed the city scape mid morning. During the night he blended in, his movements concealed under the cover of darkness. Carrying an unconscious injured girl, with no hood on, dark carapace reflecting the morning sun? Sylar might as well be on fire at this point. At first, she was complete dead weight, an easy thing for him to carry. But during one jump, Sylar immediately noticed the stirrings of movement, followed by flailing limbs thrashing at his chest, followed by a nice scream to just wake everyone up and let them know a kidnapping was taking place.
Sylar mumbled to himself as he hit the next roof, and the girl tumbled free of his grasp and smashed onto the rooftop, clumsily landing then falling flat on her face with a soft thump. "Crap, you really make me wish I had just eaten you." He cursed her inability to accept defeat and just stay down. But he'd already chosen to drop the girl off where she could hope to get treatment and be out of his hair, he just wished she'd get out of his life sooner. He bent down and picked the girl back up, her form having seemingly fallen back into blissful unconsciousness. "Just stay out, were almost there. If I drop you into an alley I'm going to receive a whole lot of attention I don't need missy." He threatened her sleeping body.
Sylar heaved the girl back atop his shoulder, before turning to glare down at the streets. Some people had indeed gathered, questioning the scream and sudden silence, looking around, pulling out phones. These were all things he didn't need. "Crap crap crap." He mumbled to himself as he observed the area, trying to pick up more landmarks to guide him. However, somebody shouted and looked up, he'd been spotted. A few shouts of "It's him! It's the monster!" Time for Sylar to book it. He wrapped a limb around Tses tightly, securing her to his shoulder. This ride was about to get a whole lot bumpier.
Sylar took off in a dash, picking up speed as he cleared the first first building tops, lucky this city was so packed, otherwise his ability to stay up here might be a bit less than viable. Speeding along at twenty miles an hour or so on foot covered distance fairly quickly in the big city, at least better than a car considering all the traffic New Yorkers had to put up with. Sylar let his senses focus on only what mattered, the absence of sirens, the sound of people, Tses's body and breathing. His body entered into hunting mode, but now for a place instead of a meal.
The mansion was close, close enough that Sylar would have to drop from the safety of the rooftops and go on foot. He stopped at the last building, staring from it's heights to the ground below. The mansion wall was visible, meaning Sylar could make it. He looked around, no people of worth, no sirens, no cops. It was now or never, time to unload his little package and get the heck out of here. Sylar leapt from the building, holding Tses princess style as his feet hit the ground with a loud thud. He could feel that one a bit in his bones, she wans't heavy, but any extra weight threw off his natural sense of balance and power. "Tch" He grunted before dashing for the wall.
Sylar made it to a back section of the wall, refusing to try and go through the gate. He jumped, latching onto the wall and grasping the top of it with his right hand. He took a deep breath, he hadn't been so tired earlier, but he was starting to run out of gas here. "I don't expect any thanks after this girl, but I'll be glad if you're spooked enough to never find me again." He pulled over the wall and dropped onto the grass, a much comfier landing.
He walked towards the back of the Mansion, hoping it was early enough for students to be asleep or too lazy to be walking around. God if Serena saw him show up with a beaten and bloody girl, even she'd probably be upset with him. He'd have to visit her sometime soon. Sylar made it to the back door, but stopped nervously. He took a deep breath, holding the girl like a princess once more, before knocking on the door. If somebody answered, he'd probably drop the girl and run. He had no interest in explaining himself or his actions. Just don't let it be Serena or Kealey, somebody who knew the sewer monster personally would just be the worst.
Sally was never a brave kid. Even when her powers developed, she was well known for being a scardy cat. Being able to change into a rabbit did little to encourage her confidence. In fact, it just seemed to make the other kids that much more inclined to tease her. Scary movies left her tiny white tail cowering in the pillows, and loud noises easily had her running. So out of all the students at the mansion, fate seemed destined to have her open the door and see the sight outside.
"EEEEEEKKKKKKK!!!!!! MONSTER!!!!!" The high pitch squeal of terror somehow managed not to wake the unconscious female in Sylar's arms, but as the terrified girl shrank to bunny form, she expected nothing else. The stranger was dead. She had to be. There was blood and monsters and---
EEEEEKKKKKK!!! Sally ran away. The door creaked the rest of the way open in her wake.
Sylar stood there nervously, looking left and right constantly trying to find any prying eyes to his little delivery. However, the events that unfolded as the door opened threw yet another wrench into Sylar's day. A girl opened the door, took a second to analyze the black nightmarish creature holding a clearly beaten and bloody body, and immediately screamed then turned into a rabbit. Sylar actually shouted himself, a good comic "AHHH!" as the rabbit girl bounded off probably scarred for life. Sylar slapped a hand against his own forehead after this moment. "Seriously? A freaking rabbit?" He signed, and then inched forward inside the mansion.
Sylar was certain that somebody would be coming to find out the source of a mid morning scream at their backdoor. He really didn't feel like explaining himself, nor ruining his reputation here at the Mansion, considering he was fond of a few certain residents here, and their kitchen. He sat Tses down against a wall. "End of the line missy, and I must say you weren't worth an ounce of how much effort I just put in." He made sure to adjust her body a bit, hoping to sit her in a position where she wouldn't fall over, or look too much like a corpse. He could still hear her breathing, meaning he was in the clear so far. Sylar still couldn't just bail with her unconscious though, and the rabbit girl probably wasn't going to be much help considering she ran as soon as she saw Sylar. "Guess I really am the Boogeyman." He mused to himself, wondering if he was the physical embodiment of what kids had always been scared of for ages.
He stood up and walked to the door, ready to make his escape. But first, he needed to alert somebody to his drop off. He turned back to the hall he'd just left the girl in. "HELP! I NEED SOME HELP HERE!" He shouted, clearly loud enough to wake or rouse anyone within ear shot. Sylar waited at the door, listening for activity, for someone to come check out what all the commotion was, first a loud scream and then a cry for help? Sylar was setting off every alarm he basically could today. Once someone came close enough for Sylar to clearly hear them, he'd bolt out the door leaving only that black sense of movement in the corner of your eye, like a mirage as he bolted out across the grounds and made his way to the wall, jumping up and grasping the top to pull himself over. "Hopefully you'll learn a lesson girl, down there is my world, I just need it left alone." Sylar turned to climb over the wall now, but stopped, realizing he could sense the remains of her blood drying on his claw.
His claw neared his mouth, the drying smell meeting his nose. He turned back to the Mansion once more, his tongue sliding out to lick Tses's blood from his claw. "Let's not meet again, cause I don't wanna see how this could have went." With that Sylar bolted over the wall and made way for the nearest man hole, he needed a good day's rest after all of this.