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.
Tyson couldn't help but envy Adder, watching as he changed back to his human form. He had the choice of how he looked, could be a part of whatever world he choose to be, while he was stuck inbetween. If the universe liked jokes it was probably laughing at him. Cafas had mentioned something about him maybe learning the same, but he felt if he had that ability, he would have seen some sign of it.
He wasn't sure how to answer Adder when he asked why he had offered his name now. What could he say? That he'd been so overwhelmed with dealing with himself that he'd forgotten? That with his life spiraling out of control and his instincts making everything confusing he hadn't been focused enough to think of it? He did you put it into words, even if he had the ability to speak a sentance without slurring it? He let out a bit of a sight, though it was more of a snort coming out of his muzzle, he was hopeless. "Hrrrrrr noooot thiiinkiiing straaait, tooo muuuuch rrrrrr goooinng oooon innnn mhhhhhy heeeaaad," he tried to explain, "rrr diiiidn't thiiiiiink ooooof iiit hrrrrr untiiiil noooooow," It was the best he could do and at least honest.
He sat down on the grass, a downcast look in his eye as he put his hands in his lap. "rrrrr eeeverrrrythiiing's chhhhaaggeeed, I loooost eeeevvverrrrythiiiing, mmyyyy hrrrrr hooooomee, faaaamiiily, fuuuutuuuurrrrree." Now that he said it out loud, it felt heavy on his chest. He didn't know why he felt like bearing it to Adder, maybe it was because he probably didn't care enough to pass it on to anyone else. He wasn't sure, he just felt like he was someone he could trust, and everything had been weighing on his mind, he had to release it before he was crushed beneath it.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Adder paused in his investigating at Tyson's tone, ears tilted uncertainly. What was he supposed to do now? He had accepted the other wolf's assistance and experience, that was why he was here right now, but he hadn't planned on trading anything.
Besides, what was he supposed to offer? A sharp knife through the eye to simplify the 'too much' going on in his head? Adder felt at least vaguely reluctant to do that, plus he didn't have any knives to hand. Slender metal and wood things could do just as well, but that didn't affect the reluctance.
He made himself keep poking around, but it felt hollow. What Tyson had just described was actually... familiar. Distantly, and not fondly, but the whole lose-everything situation wasn't exactly new to Adder. He'd lost everything all in one go, one fiery and overwhelming go.
"If you're alive, then you can stay alive," he said after a while, trying not to sound hesitant. Or too interested. Or to remind himself any more of old news. "All a future needs is for now to exist."
Tyson reflected on his own admission of hopelessness, things really were bad for him, he couldn't go home, he couldn't reclaim the life he had, he couldn't look forward to a bright future. Adder was right, he was alive, that was the one thing he had left. But really he had to question wither it was a life worth living. Is that all he could really look forward to right now? Just exist. Just survive. It was a very primal solution to his problem. He supposed that may be the only option open to him now. Even staying at the institute he had few ties, and not much to look forward to, even if he got an education he couldn't go anywhere with it. So maybe Adder was the smart one, maybe just giving in was the solution.
"hrrrrr juuuuust liiiiive?" he said, more to himself, he looked up at the night sky. The lights of the city blotted out any actual starlight, but here and there you could see small glimmers where the brightest ones shone through. Just live. He breathed deep, the scent of the woods and the greenhouse filling his lungs as he thought on it. Just live... he wasn't sure how that would play out, or how long it would last, but for a moment, just a moment, he let go and just listened to the calm breeze running through the leaves of the trees, the night creatures that moved through the woods, and the distant sounds of night traffic from the city. For a moment, he let go, and let everything just be the way it was.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Adder didn't listen particularly closely to Tyson's mutter, though he heard it; there was a stronger thought floating in his head now.
Nightmares tonight.
Assuming he slept at all. He could certainly use the sleep and would soon need it, but for now he could fight off that internal darkness. He didn't want to see what lit it. Not again, not now. He'd remain awake until he forgot why he was awake, and then he might not dream memories best left forgotten.
He flopped down beside the hybrid, poking at the ground with his finger rather than staring at the sky, and quietly considered the rather companionable silence without words even in his thoughts.
