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.
Chris looked up at the doors. He had gathered through rumors that this place was a kind of 'safe haven' for mutants. More importantly, this was probably his best choice for finding a place to stay. The only other option he could think of was something like the mansion but he didn't know about their rule on random mutants coming off the street looking for shelter. Probably not good that the last mansion related person he met knocked him out shortly before he almost crashed the building on their heads.
Staying with his mother offered numerous bonuses. Not having to pay, someone to joke to and most importantly free food; the benefits were outweighed by the increasing problems. Mostly his, clashes, with the local gang members along with issues of his sexuality, something he knew his mother didn't approve of.
So here was, standing in front of what he hoped was somewhere he could stay the night. It would really, really suck to go back to being homeless. So it was with a smile on his face and a joke on hos lips that he strode into the foyer and looked around. Seeing a person he headed towards them. "Uh, hi. Would this be The Sanctuary?" Best just to make sure that it was the right place before asking for somewhere to stay.
(I claim this open thread in the name of, um, posting)
Yun had been tired. He'd worked all day - a super early opening shift, even earlier than he'd had to get up for school - and when he'd made it home he hadn't even made it to his room. Instead, he'd crashed on one of the couches in the Sanctuary's common area by the entrance and slept for... a while. A longish while, apparently. Now there was noise and voices and he should probably wake up before someone stole his stuff if they hadn't already. Not that he assumed the people he'd briefly met so far would, just that he didn't know them and this was the big city where people stole stuff.
He slowly rubbed his face as he limply hauled himself upright, pushing his hair out of his face and entirely missing the hornlike cowlick stretching up in the back. He patted for his wallet and found it in his pocket where he'd left it, complete with an apparent dent in his side where he'd slept on top of it. Three months of paid employment and the stubs to prove it, and maybe he could start dumping all of his money into rent and food and utilities instead of just his phone bill. The internet, even through public computers, was a godsend for people without fixed mailing addresses.
There was someone walking towards him. Yun blinked sleepily. New person to him. Didn't know them. New person to here? It didn't seem to crowded and they'd let him in pretty easily. Felt new, Yun realized as the stranger came closer and he got to remember how he felt when he'd first showed up. Less hesitant and wary, more hopeful. A more confident person, likely.
Yun rubbed his now-orange eyes again and pushed himself to his feet, though he still wobbled in sleepiness and had to yawn before answering. "Yeah." He yawned again with a fist shoved against his mouth. Was this oversleeping or undersleeping? It clearly wasn't perfect sleeping. Maybe it was the couch, although he'd slept on worse before. "First time here, don't worry. Th'point is to shelter mutants 'nd you're more obvious th'n me." Yawn.
"First time here, don't worry. Th'point is to shelter mutants 'nd you're more obvious th'n me."Chris stifled the urge to yawn that the guy's startup sequence caused. "Yeah, the eyes do tend to be a bit of a giveaway. Probably a good thing in this situation." Chris looked the guy up and down and took in the wrinkled, slept-in clothes. It reminded him of the times had had crashed onto a mates couch after a party, although he doubted a place like this had held one last night. "I'm guessing by the wonderful hairdo your sporting that you either had a one night stand or something big happened yesterday." Chris said with a bit of a laugh. He was joking about the one night stand bit but hey you never- Whoa.
As far as he could tell this guy had the same eyes as Chris, not a common occurrence at all. " Okay, not to sound rude but why are your eyes orange? Unless you too have orange eyes, which would be weird. Hella weird.
Yun's sleepiness was contagious enough without mutant abilities to get the newcomer almost-yawning, and the feeling behind it was more than enough to rebound and make Yun yawn again. Come on, it wasn't fair for him to infect himself with yawning. "It does spare the awkward 'you know this is a mutant shelter' question," Yun agreed sleepily. Okay, he needed to wake up. Sleepiness was too contagious and he reaaaalllyyy didn't need the positive reinforcement from whatever sleepiness the new guy picked up from him.
"One night stand?" Yun blinked cluelessly. "No, nothing like that. I just worked really early. I'm not really good at mornings. It was early. Really early." He may have even looked helplessly miserable enough to never get a shift that early again. Probably not, but maybe. Part of the problem was probably that everyone else awake at that hour was exhausted but wrapping himself in his blanket just made him want to sleep. There was just no winning sometimes. "Apparently I didn't actually make it back to my room, but unless there's sharpie on my face nothing bad happened." Naveda had done that to Jasper a few times. Yun almost smiled at the thought, but it turned bitterly sad before his muscles could do much more than twitch.
He waved a hand absently, as much to answer the new guy as to distract himself. "They change. Whatever people near me have, I have. Kind of. I'm a one-way empath. Like having AB+ blood. Get anything, give nothing."
"One night stand? No, nothing like that. I just worked really early. I'm not really good at mornings. It was early. Really early."
"Ah, that there is the reason why I don't work if I can help it. Which I usually can"
Chris could sympathise with the feeling. He had been forced to work some rather horrible shifts in his time on the streets, before he worked out his current money trick that was.
"Apparently I didn't actually make it back to my room, but unless there's sharpie on my face nothing bad happened." "Not that I'm saying there is marker on your face but you may wish to look in a mirror before you leave here." Chris was joking and he figured that the empath would pick that up. He did still have orange eyes.
"They change. Whatever people near me have, I have. Kind of. I'm a one-way empath. Like having AB+ blood. Get anything, give nothing."
"I don't actually know what blood type I am." Chis made a mental note to check this. It was probably only a matter of time before he needed be given blood. "That is a cool power there, although it does sound like it sucks to only ever receive the feelings. Oh and before I forget, who would I talk to about getting a bed. A couch is not the most comfortable of places."
Yun didn't really want to have to work, but working was part of society and being an adult and all of that. Also, source of money. Society was very dependent on money. He kind of wished that sleep were the currency instead. He wouldn't be doing too badly then, although to be entirely honest he could be doing far worse than he was at the moment. He was just recovering from a very badly timed shift.
Humour. Humour gave neither lie nor credence to the insinuation that there was sharpie on his face. He tentatively rubbed it, but he couldn't feel anything. He wasn't actually sure if there would be a different feel to sharpie-covered skin or not. His hair was pretty messy, though. He would have to fix that before going out again, although that wouldn't be for quite a while. A shower. A shower would fix it. "I'll deal with it all later," Yun said, eventually just giving up on whatever his current appearance was. Shaggy hair was more trouble than it was worth sometimes, but he wasn't going to tally up the points right now. He was still way too sleepy.
He paused. "I don't know mine either, come to think of it. The different ones just got taught in class at some point. One of the few ways for people to be different that is taught in public schools and not sneered at. And it has ups and downs. Mostly downs. Bad and unhappy stuff reaches a whole lot further than good stuff." Another yawn crept its way out and then Yun nodded. "Right. That's.... right there." He would have been a lot slower if he hadn't already been on his feet, but since he still wasn't awake enough to walk in a straight line Yun went fairly slowly. It wasn't far to the secretary's desk, and Yun stopped some distance away.
He gestured over, absently careful not to make physical contact with the new guy even if it would probably wake him up faster. "She isn't mean. Talk to her." Aaaaaand yawn. So much yawning. So much tired. So little sleep.
"I don't know mine either, come to think of it. The different ones just got taught in class at some point. One of the few ways for people to be different that is taught in public schools and not sneered at. And it has ups and downs. Mostly downs. Bad and unhappy stuff reaches a whole lot further than good stuff."
"Well that sucks. It least it doesn't work the other way or you would have the entire building snoring their head off."
Chris looked over where the empath was pointing, he still had to get his name. There was a desk with what was obviously the secretary behind it. He sighed and walked over. If there was one thing he hated it was receptionists and forms and legal stuffs. It didn't seem to be that hard and a few moments later he was approved for residency. Walking back over to the guy he felt much less nervous and relieved. "Seeing as it looks like I am going to be staying here for a while, what's your name, and while I'm asking questions, why were you up that early. And don't say that you wanted to be because nobody that looks like you do right now wants to be up at whatever time you were up at." It made sense to know at least one person in here.
Send everyone to sleep? That could be useful sometimes. If everyone else slept whenever he was asleep, then no one would ever wake him up or bother him. Maybe he'd learn how to do that at some point in the future. "Sending everyone to sleep would keep them from waking me up," Yun replied with a trace of humour and a small but honest smile. He hung back and waited while the new guy worked through his acceptability with the receptionist, and then moved to rejoin him. The upwelling of external relief was a very clear signal that everything had proceeded smoothly.
"Yun," he said. "I pulled an early stocking and prep shift, and I walk to work, especially that early in the day. Late in the night. Whatever you want to call it. It was dark. And kind of cold. And then I had to be awake enough to put stuff away AND help cook, and then work with customers once the place opened. Café with a bookstore in it. I can't really complain, though, since I do have a job. Thanks to the same person who introduced me to this place, actually."
"Yun, I pulled an early stocking and prep shift, and I walk to work, especially that early in the day. Late in the night. Whatever you want to call it. It was dark. And kind of cold. And then I had to be awake enough to put stuff away AND help cook, and then work with customers once the place opened. Café with a bookstore in it. I can't really complain, though, since I do have a job. Thanks to the same person who introduced me to this place, actually."
That sounded that the very reason that Chris avoided work. Yeah sure it wasn't illegal and gave you money but so far nobody had caught him and he was fine on the money side. "Ha, can't say I envy you. What café do you work at, I might pop in sometime." A cafe seemed like a painful place for an empath to work, all those people in and out. Especially if negative emotions hit harder. "If I may ask, who was it that introduced you. I probably should get a legitimate job sometime. After all prison for money laundering would not be nice and if you know someone maybe they can hook me up with work too. Well that or we could rob a bank.