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.
Okay. He still hadn't figured out if he could make a longer-term run of this, or if he was just getting swallowed and shredded, but he had figured out something.
Not that he'd admit it to anyone; he knew enough about it for his pride to take hold and defend his honour with all the teeth it possessed. His pride was rather better-endowed with fangs than his own mouth, and was just as quick. He wasn't going to tell random people that he'd been on the streets since he was too young to take showers, or that the closest he got to warm water to clean with since then was being the target of thrown or spilled drinks. Or maybe sun-warmed puddles, but they were so short-lived.
Unaware of the damage he had caused to the property's water bill, and honestly far from settled in enough to be more that faintly awkward about it if someone were to tell him, Adder ran the water hot until the skin on his hands and feet swelled and wrinkled - and then dropped to all fours and meticulously arranged himself in stages to make sure the water made it past the longer guard hairs of his pelt and fully penetrated the winter-thick layer of fluff underneath. He grumbled under his breath, some squeaks just shy of whines as the water woke up minor scratches and half-healed injuries, but kept at it.
When the water suddenly ran cold he reared up and pawed at the handle until the shower shut off, growling in open irritation the entire time. And glaring at it, just for good measure. Stupid thing, going cold like that after being so nice and warm. He shook himself thoroughly, spraying brownish water across the already streaked and splattered walls and door, then nosed the shower open and hopped out.
His feet were more brown now than they'd been before.
Seriously? That wasn't how this was supposed to work. Adder twisted and spun in the small bathroom, bouncing off the toilet and sink and bruising his hips and tail and shoulders fresh, but for all that he had spent well over two hours under clean, hot water he didn't seem to be any cleaner than he'd been before. Just wetter, and quickly approaching cold.
He huffed and dragged the towel off the sink with his teeth, growling under his breath even more for the gross feel of bumbly fabric on his tongue and gums and the way it kind of squeaked against his teeth when they dragged against it, and then kicked it open on the floor, still grumbling.
The grumbling continued, if in shorter bursts, as he flopped onto the mostly-spread towel and squirmed his fur against it. This had been a stupid idea. Why'd he even tried this whole ordeal? It hadn't even been that nice at the time. Water in his eyes, water in his nose, water in his ears.
Dirty water in his mouth, reminding him of city-grimed puddles he'd willingly shoved his face into because it was the cleanest water he could find. The only water.
Towel was useless too, and now he was actually cold.
