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.
"Korean? You know how that runs right through me... Good, though. I'll be hungry in an hour, but good."
He absentmindedly reached out to grab the can Sylar had cut open, and place it on his head, causing a small bit of remaining soda to run down his head.
"... And hell no. You had better freeze that jerk yourself. He tried to shoot me with my own gun. I'm grumpy at him."
"Hmm... I do suppose I could show our new room mate how it's done... You must be careful to prevent freezer burn, after all."
"So how exactly are disposing of the body? I used to dump um...certain things in the river myself."
Roach froze for half a second, and then turned to Sylar. He was staring. The pop can slid from his head, and onto the floor.
"Sylar, that would be a horrible waste. I plan to eat him. Like we are doing now." He gestured to the hunk of meat on the table. Megan didn't partake, of course, she said she probably wouldn't like the taste.
"I like the hamstrings the most. It's quite good, wouldn't you say so?"
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
Rolling her eyes, she continued to poke at her salad, before her attention turned to Sylar. The way he opened the can, and then the way he promptly downed most of it's contents was... well, strange for one. But it was also kind of endearing. Like the many strange things Gregory did, that left her so utterly baffled and charmed at the same time. As if to prove her point, Roach collected Sylar's can and adorned the crown of his head with it. A faint smile settled on her lips, and she chuckled.
The young man's question gave her smile a reason to falter, and her eyes slid back to him from Roach. He... knew, right? Gregory had surely told him, right?
... What the hell was she thinking? Of course he probably hadn't. To him it was as normal as brushing her teeth every morning and night was to her. She didn't feel the need to go around explaining that to everyone, now did she? With a muted sigh, she dropped her fork, stood, and moved into the kitchen to collect a trashcan. If Sylar did know, and wasn't okay with it, she didn't want him heaving up his meal all over her floor.
Sylar stopped for a moment, Roach's words finally forcing the boy's brain to connect the missing dots and finish the picture. What he was eating right now, was once a human. That salty savory flavor filling his taste buds was prepared flesh. The act of cannibalism, a major taboo had occurred and he'd went at it like a starving child attacking their dinner. "I...se...I see..." He mumbled, his emotions were usually difficult to read through his alien visage and stoic personality, but right now it was easy to see his inner struggle with the moral complications of the scenario before him. But as if his instincts cared nothing for the boy inside the beast, his hand reached out and grabbed another handful of food, meaty chunks eagerly held and carried up to his mouth.
He chomped away at another bit of food, as if tasting it anew after learning what it was. Does knowledge of content change the flavor of food? Does seeing your meal killed before you make you not want meat? Would seeing the fertilizer sprayed all over the crops make vegetables disgusting? In the end, it was still food, sustenance being consumed. Sylar's instincts for whatever reason gave him a craving, a dark urge for the act he was committing right now. And to be honest...the sinister taste on his tongue, calming his inner beast and filling his belly was alot more comforting and enjoyable than the moral quandary of it all. Sylar wasn't a human being, not anymore. This...this wasn't wrong, because he wasn't eating his own kind. After all, his inner self constantly put the thoughts into his head, his mutation was designed for predation. Was this simply the food he'd been wanting all along? He swallowed, a loud gulp escaping his mouth before he spoke again, his nerves seeming much calmer than before. "I always wondered...how it would taste."
The rare hint of a smile, an emote Sylar nearly never made took to his lips, the flesh curling back from his fang filled mouth. "It's good." He stated, as the inner beast within Sylar took a firmer hold on the boy, cementing his transformation into a darker creature from this point on. "It's really good." He mumbled again before finishing the plate before him. This evening, this meal, all of it was another step for the boy who would become the Boogeyman. "Thanks for the meal." He commented, his dark eyes focusing on Megan for a moment.
She'd barely stepped out of the kitchen when she spotted Sylar eating again. Without missing a beat she turned right back in and dropped the waste basket on the floor. Her dinner was still sitting half eaten; better not to let it attract roaches. Those greedy little bastards were everywhere.
Plopping back down in her seat with a lidded glance in Sylar's direction, and then in Roaches, she popped a fork laden with greens into her mouth. The compliment, if you could consider it that (which she very much did), coming from someone other than Greg was... odd. Maybe it was just due to how unused to living, breathing company she was. Literal skeletons in the closet were one thing; this was something entirely different. Whatever the case, she didn't waste much thought on his words, nor her reply. "Anytime." Considering the fact that he was going to be staying, for how long she didn't exactly know, she shrugged the matter off. "Can't say i'll be around often enough to do this on a regular basis, but there's usually some sort of leftovers in the fridge. Help yourself to anything you need."
Megan paused, blinking slowly, and narrowed her eyes at the guy. "... unless it has my name on it. I have enough damn trouble keeping this one from f@$%in' with my things while i'm gone. Don't need you starting in on that as well." Her gaze shifted over to Greg, narrowed further and she jutted her tongue out at him.
