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.
Masque walked silently into the small pub eyes scanning the crowd. It was a little later than the traditional dinner rush so it wasn't too busy, but there were till a number of tables filled. Conversations between friends and family reached his ears and he smiled to himself. It wasn't often that he had the chance to actually go out for food and drinks; normally such extravagances were far beyond his financial means, but his luck had taken a strange turn for the positive lately and it felt like just the right way to celebrate.
Sitting at a table beside the bar, Masque took out his ever present notebook and pen and waited for a server to come and serve him. This night he hadn't bothered to even make the attempt to hide the fact that he was a mutant and his strange white skin was bare for all to see. While he had never been here before himself, e had done his research before coming out and knew this place was known for serving mutants and the reviews of the food had been similarly positive.
After a few minutes a blond woman walked up to him and asked, with a cheery smile, if he would like to start with a drink and if he would like a menu. 'Beer, whatever is on tap and a menu would be great,' he wrote on his notebook and turned it around for the woman to read. She barely indicated her surprise at his choice to write rather than speak as she rushed off to fulfill his request.
ooc: always up for an open thread, hope you don't mind!
IC:
Lana was tired from the very long day she'd had. It started with a murder investigation early in the morning. A mutant had been killed and the police were worried they had a serial killer on their hands. While the MO seemed similar to other recent killings, something about it just didn't jive we Lana. At first she'd think copycat but not a lot of the other killings had been publicized. It was clear there was a connection, but she just didn't believe it was all one person. There were some striking differences. Of course, they wanted a profile and it's not something she could simply produce out of thin air. So she'd made some appointments to start having meetings and collecting data.
After that she'd spent a tiresome afternoon at the institution interviewing 3 other inmates and adding to their files. Two had been sincerely off the wall and getting any information from them was like trying to watch paint dry and enjoy it. The other had been far more interesting. A paranoid fellow. No diagnosed mutation but she had a feeling about him.
She'd come home for an hour but on the way ran into a very traumatic ghosts experience. It was able to follow her for quite a while before it dissipated and the experience had left her feeling quite jarred. She spent the rest of the time on the treadmill before heading to the FBI station to check in.
Now she was exhausted and a cold beer seemed like the right way to take the edge off. So long as she only sipped one with her meal she'd be fine to drive. She entered the bar with the jingle of the door and made a bee line for the the bar stools. She often found that people watching from that perspective was good practice, and if she wasn't in a booth or at a table then people wouldn't wander over and try to sit with her. She'd often get men hitting on her and she really had no interest in dates at the moment.
After she ordered her drink she noticed someone sitting a few seats down from her. Now, Lana always noticed people. She profiled. She did this for a living and it never really turned off. But there was really no way she couldn't have noticed this person and she was sure she wasn't the only one. He was very very white. More than something like albino skin. She wondered if he was a mutant.
She decided to watch him out of her peripheral vision. She wasn't aware- being new in NYC- if this was the type of bar that was mutant friendly. She hoped so- since he was very obviously one.
Masque was really looking forward to a quiet night and a meal that he didn't have to cook, not to mention a couple of drinks. He didn't drink often and when he did he didn't drink much, but there was something comforting about being able to have a beer or two when the mood struck. Maybe it was stability thing; it was only those rare times when he was feeling financially stable that it was even an option. A meal he didn't have to cook himself was even more of a rarity.
Masque absently watched the people around him waiting for his waitress to reappear with his drink. She did so a few minutes later and he pointed on the menu to the food he was going to get; a chicken fingers and fries. It wasn't anything fancy but it was just what he wanted at that moment in time.
Taking a sip of his drink, a jingle at the door drew his eyes towards it as he saw a young woman walk through. He smiled in her direction as she took a seat at the bar, not far from him. He wasn't usually the type to converse with random strangers, not the least of which reasons had to do with the fact that doing so was much more difficult when one couldn't actually speak. Still, he was in an unusually positive mood tonight and when she next looked in his direction, he worked to catch her eye and inclined his head and smiled in a way he hoped would be inviting of conversation.
Lana was caught off guard when the stranger obviously caught her staring, and responded with a smile. Her heart jumped into her throat. Lana was socially awkward. She did not know what was appropriate in these situations. Her eyes went a little wide, and she forced a very weird smile. "Great. Good going crazy lady." she told herself mentally. "Look like a lunatic to the smiling mutant." she spun her drink in her hands and watched the condensation on the glass. She'd been trying to profile this guy discretely- for practice purposes- and he'd caught her. Some profiler she was. Now what? Might as well just bite the bullet. She'd met more mutants in New York than she had humans, and so far everyone single one of them seemed really cool. Most of them knew a thing or two about that mansion she was interested in as well.
"Hey there!" she said pulling up a chair next to him. "My name is Lana? Mind if I join?" she wasn't trying to be rude, she was just awkward, and didn't really give him a chance to say no. She simply plopped herself down with her beer, and brushed her red locks out of her face. This time she gave him a genuine smile.
It was always a little bit awkward meeting new people unless a direct introduction was made. Although it had been many years since Masque had lost his ability to speak, it was something he had never quite gotten fully used to. Sure, he was perfectly adept at expressing himself and getting his points across, but it was in these weird sorts of social situations that he most keenly felt his disability. It was so much easier when interactions were online which was why he spent so much time within the online world.
The woman, however, returned his smile and even offered up her name and requested to join him. He nodded and gestured towards an empty chair at his table. Pulling out his ever present notebook he wrote, 'As long as you don't mind a little light reading. My name's Masque.' Of course he could have written the words on his skin, but no reason to be too overwhelming all at once. As if having white calcite skin wasn't strange enough.
