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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
"That's all right," Mike answered, smiling slightly, "I don't really care for them either, the last one I liked died a few weeks ago. Right now I'm debating on what to do from here, I want to be able to make a more educated decision than following my father into the soulless pits of law."
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Basil made a noise between a laugh and a cough and looked at Daria.
"This one's got a sense of humor, huh?"
Daria smiled. "A very good one yes."
"You haven't spoken to Sean while you were gone have you? He had a terrible accident nottoo long after you left. He was attacked by one of them mutants.."
"Don't trouble the girl with them stories, Mable." Basil said. "She just got in." But he enjoyed the mention of the ex boyfriend in front of the new one.
"I'm just saying I didn't know those freaks were running around here is all,"
Daria swallowed hard. Oh dear lord. she thought.
Just then Jonah entered carrying a tray of cups and a pitcher of Juice. He set it down on the table and Daria began pouring for everyone.
"You gonna take off all them clothes girl? It's air conditioned but it ain't winter. It's been a while since we've seen that pretty face of yours." Mable said. Daria puased for a minute and handed Mike his drink.
"I'm fine Aunt Mable." she said.
"I didn't ask you girl, take off that sweater."
The tension was geting to Daria now. "Um..." she began. "I have to tell you something, and I might as well tell you now and get it over with."
"What? Oh I feel bad news coming, I don't like me no bad news." Mable began shaking her head. Jonah eyed them curiously.
Worse comes to worse, blame it on me somehow. They already don't like me, I can take one for the team, he teased. I love you, he added, reassuring her slightly.
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I love you too. Daria replied. It seemed having Mike there was better than she thought, secretly she had wanted him to brainwash her family until she handled the legal business with the restaurant but now she saw it was important that she do this, so she could be honest about who she was.
She removed her hood and let her sweater drop to the couch revealing her ears and her tail. Mable gasped anc a hand rose to ther throat.
"You-you-" the old woman began. Basil grabbed her hand in his, a stern look crossed his face.
"I'm a mutant." Daria finished. "And I have been since the accident. That's why I really ran away." she said in one breath. Her grandfather's eyes travled to Mike.
"He's one of them too? Where's your tail?" he asked seriously.
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Yeah, good call, honey. Won't help the situation.
"I don't believe this.." Aunt Mable began. "How is this..how?"
"I don't know. I just ran. It was too late, the cops had come and I had their blood on my hands." She removed her shades to reveal her cat like pupils and green irises, it produced yet another gasp from Aunt Mable.
"So you didn't kill Aunt Gale and Uncle Freddy?" Jonah asked about her parents.
"Of course not. They were already dead." Daria said harshly leaning back into the couch.
"Where have you been?" Basil asked. "Why didn't you stay?"
"I was afraid." Daria answered "I mean, I heard just what you said about mutants you wouldn't have taken it lightly. At the moment, I couldn't even remember whether I was guilty or not." She reached for a cup and they eyed the bandages on her hands but said nothing. "I thought it would be best to run away. So I've been all over really."
"And you're in New York now. Living with him?" Mable asked, she meant 'living in sin' but Daria got it.
"At a mansion and school for mutants. Mike goes there, yes." She nodded. "I really feel like I'm needed there, and it's safe."
"I don't see how a bunch of mutants can be safe." Basil said. "What they did to that Shawn boy."
Daria decided she would keep that to herself. It wouldn't help. "Yes but it's not like we're different. I'm still who I always was." She took her notebook from her bag and handed it to Mable. the old woman looked at the drawings of Hairpin and Sarah, of Mike and the Kids and various things Daria had seen at the Mansion. "I'm still Daria."
"How do we know those Mutant genes haven't mess you up?" Basil asked joking nervously.
"Because if they had, I would've bitten you by now." Daria grinned.
Her grandparents laughed for real now and moved to embrace her in a hug.
Jonah hugged her too and turned to her and Mike. So what do you do?" he asked. "What are your powers?"
"Do you want to just see?" Upon getting a few grunts of assent, Mike reached out a hand and lifted Jonah harmlessly into the air. "Things like that," he answered with a smile, setting him back down easily.
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While Basil was a bit worried, seeing what Mike could do without even moving, Jonah thought it was cool.
"That's hot, man. You got this..carrie thing going on. What about you Babygirl? Is this all for show?" Jonah toggued gently at her tail or tried to at least. Daria jumped swiftly out of the way and teleported back next to Mike.
Jonah's grin widened. "Amazing." he said shaking his head. "I don't believe this."
Mable and Basil watched the show and shook their heads. "I nver thought it would be one of my babies." Mable said.
"You say it like it's a bad thing." Daria teased "Mable smiled. "Yeah you still the same. Can you still cook, or are you gonna shed?" she jabbed.
Daria laughed. "I can still cook. First thing tomorrow morning, But I'm exhausted now." She stood up. "Is my old room still vacant?"
"Of course, just the way you left it." Mable said.
Daria tugged at Mike and grabbed her bag and sweater.
"We have a guest room for you too, Mike" Basil said, making a point out of saying it. Jonah winked at Daria.
Jonah knows, I think he gave you the bedroom adjoining to mine. It's this hidden door behind my dresser, which either ofus can move. she thought to him as the followed Jonah.
I'm liking him more and more every minute, Mike thought as he followed her upstairs. He made a point of unpacking until he was sure they were alone for a couple minutes.
"So... how are you now?" he asked, watching her unpack her things.
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"Good enough to sleep, I guess." She joked. "It wasn't that bad. But I'm sorry they're so uncomforable around you. It's really just the older people in the family. They're racist by association sort of. The police around here are all white and very mean. They just assume.." she shrugged.
Her room was painted a deep purple and all the furniture matched. The bed wasa canope with chiffon curtains. It was her most prized possession in her room growing up; her parents had saved and fought to decorate the room. All around were stuffed animals.
Mike just shrugged. Daria could tell that he was a little disappointed at that, but wasn't hurt by it. "They hate the history they have, not me. If they still hate me after they know me... THEN it'll be a problem. Life goes on and is too short to let it bother me."
"He's right, though, lawyers suck," he grinned.
He looked around the room, taking it all in. "Always knew you had decorating sense," he grinned.
Daria smiled. "Thanks for being such a good sport about it." Devin passed by the wall of the room and waved, she waved back and closed the door. She didn't want Mable and Basil to see Mike in her room or they woud freak out.
"Well, yeah artists talent I guess." She said off handedly and put her suitcase under the bed.
Mike grinned, leaning against the wall while she kept working. He figured that if he was caught in there, it'd be much better if he was caught standing across the room from her than hovering right over her where they could have been doing God-knows-what.
"They're your family, and at least YOUR family loves YOU. That earns them huge points in my book. Beside, they didn't freak out even half as bad as you thought they would at you- US being mutants. That's gotta make me feel a little hopeful that I can win them over somehow."
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Daria didn't look too convinced.
"I wouldn't mark us on their good list yet. Personally, I think they were just scared. I mean, you have two hyper charged superheroes in your house filled with kids whose parents work in your restaurant, you're not going to want to set off the mutants and endanger everyone. I know my family, that wasn't my normal welcome home." She thought for a minute, "Except for Jonah. He seemed genuinly happy to see me, all of me" she aded flicking her ears and tail.
"And I didn't tell them to get them to like me, I just told them so I wouldn't have to wear a sweater in 90 degree weather."
Mike smirked. "Well, frankly, the most I'm ever going to hope for is civility or resigned acceptance. But you... they'll learn to deal with it first, and learn to get over it afterward. Right now they're learning to deal with it, and without prying into any minds, I'd say that it's going pretty much as well as we could expect."