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.
Running.. how long had she been running? Her lungs were burning, each breath coming in as a gasp. No matter how fast she ran the voices behind her stayed the same. They grew no more distant; constantly on her heels.
When I wake up, i'm afraid...
Everything around her was pitch black, yet she knew there were walls. Invisible boundaries keeping her running in a smooth, straight line. She knew there was ground, but could not see how far it stretched before her. Each footfall came with equal parts dread and panic. Would she fall into that darkness? Would the voices catch up? Would this ever end?
When I wake up, i'm afraid...
The floor dropped out from under her; the Native open her mouth to cry out but no sound came. She felt herself falling... then it slowed. Like she were moving through thick syrup...
Somebody else might take my place.
Her body slammed into something hard, despite the fact that it felt like she had been falling in slow motion. The teen got her arms under her pushed up, her face tilting as a room came into focus, and a shape. A dim light gently swung over head, casting a gloomy glow upon the only other figure in the room.
A dim yellow blub cast a sheen across the pressed, dark grey jump suit he wore. Military issue. His face was bathed in shadows; his red rimmed beret gleamed in the light. He was standing stiffly in a professional, battle ready stance; hands clasped behind his back loosely. The girl felt her breath catch in her throat, and a twinkle of light drew her eyes upward.
You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs....
A deadly, silver rain began. Elegant, slim blades poured down from the blankness above with an enchanting elegance. They shattered upon impact with the floor. Exploded in a shimmering mist that vanished quickly.
You make me wanna die...
The stoic figure lifted it's head; she could feel his eyes on her. Instantly, the bladed rain vanished. Something clinked on the cement between where her hands were and she looked down. Dark eyes widened at the sight of a blade mirroring her own reflection back up at her.
Instinctively her small hand grabbed the knife. She forced herself to stand on unsteady legs with the blade's butt sitting snugly in the palm of one hand, while her fingers were wrapped firmly around the smooth handle. No longer a teen, the child held her breath and watched the figure silently. He slowly lifted an arm from his side...
Somebody else might take my place...
Three dark shadows separated from behind him, two moving quickly off to the left and one to the right. The child divided her attention as evenly as she could until she noticed that the pair was closing in on her. She barely brought her knife up to counter a blade intended for her neck, when the other shadow's weapon slashed across the left side of her abdomen.
Somebody else might take my place...
The howl of pain that would have accompanied the injury was stolen by the darkness. Nothing left her mouth. The light fixture from overhead started swinging faster and in a wider arc. Light finally brushed the shadows away, revealing three exact copies of her face circling around her. Each wearing a similar expression of terror.
The darkness stole all sound. Every sob, clash of metal on metal, and scream. The child's knife slid from one clone, turning to to the next before the vermilion coating it even had a chance to drip. She slammed her foot into the knee of the next closest body, the blade sliding up and in and finding purchase once more. The twin screamed silently, but Elke could hear it in her head. Echoing over and over as she turned to face the last clone.
Don't stop giving...
The task was done; at the child's feet lay the crumpled bodies of her sisters. Each an exact duplicate of herself. Before her eyes they stretched, twisted and broken. She closed her eyes for only a moment and when they opened again the room was filled with bodies. Drops of blood hovered above the floor; they vibrated. Every head was turned her way... every eye was open... all were locked on her. She sucked in a breath...
Fight those demons...
The figure in the center of the room started clapping. The only sound the blackness didn't take. Clap. Clap. Clap. Slow... methodical, like a metronome. The child closed her eyes again. This time every chin and eye were on the male figure. Every arm angled in his direction; every finger pointing. Him
She took a step and grew many years in that instant. The blade felt heavy in her hands. She took another, and then another. The bodies of her sisters seemed to move out of her way on their own; she stepped on no one as she broke out into a run. The room stretched before her, elongating before her eyes. The wait! hovering on her lips never took flight. Grim determination carried her on; carried her further.
Feeling scared to breathe...
Each step seemed to take ages. Every three and the figure in the distance grew smaller. She could feel her heart screaming for her to run; for her to fight. Overhead the light swung in beat with her footfalls. Another step and she started to catch up with time; the distance between them lessened. Another step; she jumped forward in the blink of an eye. Suddenly time was speeding by. Her actions were quick, without hesitations; his reactions were just as fast.
If you leave then I'll be afraid of everything...
He blocked her first strike with ease, nearly knocking the knife from her grip. She pulled it back, stepped to the side and forward, and plunged the weapon into his stomach.
The world stilled. Time froze and with it so did her anger. She stared straight ahead of her where her knife lay buried, watching as the dark jumpsuit gradually changed color. First red started to seep in, then whites and browns. The figure before her shifted around her knife; she was unable to do anything.
"ksaˀtiyo.."
Let me face this...
A heart beat brought everything back to life. She could feel it under her finger tips through the knife.. She could feel it through the floor and on the air, as if the whole room was alive. "...ksaˀtiyo." That name again. Her gaze rose up, up, up... Looming over her was the kind, gentle face of her elderly grandfather. ...laksótha? The name rang hollow in her lips; it's life stolen away before it had a chance to make it to the man. She tried again, and again, while clenching her fingers in his shirt. laksótha! laksótha! Nothing came out no matter how she tried. He smiled down at her sadly, and placed a hand on the crown of her head.
When I wake up.
The beating head started to speed up. The gradual, rhythmic thump bump transitioning into a more erratic sound. The beating of a drum. Elke looked from her grandfather to the knife she had wounded him with. Like plucking out a thorn, she pulled the blade from him. Instantly his shirt bled. Great rings of red washing out and over the fabric, fighting to envelop the whole of his body. Desperately the teen pressed her hands to the wound, silently screaming his name. He did move; simply smiling down a her with love in his eyes. Vermilion splashed at her feet, running in rivers over her arms and down her torso. It just kept coming, pulsing out of the man at an inhuman rate with an unnatural speed. Pools of it quickly shot up past her ankles, fighting with itself to consume her legs and the her thighs. She couldn't stop the bleeding... she couldn't fix such a deep wound!
The gentle warmth of her grandfathers hand on the top of her head was suddenly very present. She caught his eye, desperation plain on her face. He returned only that same tired smile. The pressure of his grip on her suddenly strengthened and she felt herself being pushed down toward the same hungry sea of blood greedily lapping at her. The girl struggled but quickly found she could not remove her grandfathers hand from her head. The pressure intensified again. The red sea swallowed her up to the chin; she fought it to no avail. Her grandfather uttered her name softly as he pushed her under.
Elke woke with a gasp. She threw the sheets away from her face, glanced around her dark room in a blind panic, and felt a cold sweat rolling down the forehead and the back of her neck. It took her more than a few moments of silent, intense breathing to realize it had all been a dream. A nightmare. Still, she could hear her grandfather calling her...
ksaˀtiyo.
It had felt so.. real... and yet, there had been so many parts of the dream that could not have been. Her eyes focused on her hands, blood free and the right size. She could still hear the heart beating like drums in her mind. It echoed as the nightmare lingered.
