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.
Site adaptation by Sen, Lix, and Tempest. <3
Rain, Cold, Cameras, and Drive-by Appreciation (Maria)
Ryan liked warm weather. Not that sixty-something degrees was quite warm enough, really, but it was infinitely better than it had been recently, so it counted. There was just one particular problem....
"It's raining."
"Yes, you've said." Susan's affectionately exasperated face stared back from the plastic-covered front of Ryan's phone, with an utter lack of sympathy. "Three times in the last ten minutes, in fact."
"Yes, but it's raining. I hate rain."
"You love rain when it's warmer."
"But right now it's cold. And clingy."
"The rain is clingy?"
"No, my clothes are. This shirt is really light, it's sort of clingy anyway, but it's supposed to be loose and clingy." Right now it was just about glued to Ryan instead. Hopefully his ribs weren't visible now, that would lead to some awkward questions. Hopefully not even if they were, since he had a half eaten lollipop in the hand that wasn't occupied with a phone. Though the rain was steadily dissolving it. "And my pants are clinging. Do you know how uncomfortable that is?"
Susan had, by the angle of the camera, set her phone down, and was flipping quickly through several papers covered in text, sketches and scribbles. "I don't think jeans can cling."
"Well they are. See?" Ryan moved the phone to show her. "See? They're clinging. ...Susan, look."
Susan did looked, but only at the papers. "Quit pointing the camera at your ass, Ryan."
Ryan moved the phone back to his face in order to give her a wounded look and a dramatically affronted sniff. "I was pointing it at my knee."
It was raining. Rain and convertibles mean making sure the top was latched into place. Usually. Especially when it was kind of cold.
Maria was in a good mood, though, and there wasn't anything water-sensitive out. Her car was old enough to have power nothing beyond steering and her radio was pretty well sealed.
As such, the top was down and stowed, the radio was on, and the volume and base were both slightly elevated. She was on her way to the grocery store and her deceptively squishable jacket (she could crumple it into a fist-sized ball without much effort) was waterproof. One of the last payments from selling her share of her surf shop had come through, and she was thinking about going dancing in the evening.
All in all, it was a good day made even better by catching the tail end of a light while a gloriously underdressed guy was wandering down the sidewalk.
Underdressed with thin, deliciously clingy clothing. She let out a whistle just as the light changed and the guy apparently had to show the person on the other end of the phone his spectacular posterior, then sighed (but kept grinning) and let the clutch out. She kept her eye on him as she rolled through the intersection.
Nice thing about convertibles? Essentially no blind spots.
"And it's your fault." Susan finally set the papers down, but did not bother to look sympathetic.
Ryan continued to look offended. "Rain is not my fault!"
"It's your fault you haven't bought a car."
"Yeah, well--" Oh hey someone whistled. A particularly specific whistle, too. Ryan glanced around, saw no other potential targets of the whistle, and assumed the most egotistical magazine cover pose he could.
Susan was not impressed. That may have had something to do with the camera now pointing at Ryan's hair. "What are you doing?"
Ryan dropped the pose in order to move the phone back to a normal place. "Someone whistled."
Now Susan bothered to look offended. "You never posed for me."
"It was high school!"
"And you were every bit as shameless in high school as you are now."
"Weeeell yes." Ryan shrugged, realized that might not be visible and tilted his head to the side to show thinking instead. "But you were like. Actually there. There were consequences to posing for you."
Aha! He heard her, and posed! Maria shoved the clutch in and pushed the gas to the floor. Her little orange car's engine raced with all the appreciation of a hundred and twenty or so horses, she laughed, and let the engine settle down before easing the clutch out and continuing on her way.
Definitely a good day for cruising in the rain.
Oh hey! She knew this song. She turned the radio up and didn't question why the Spice Girls were on this particular radio station.
