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.
Knock Out! The cheesiest most cliche name for a gym Randy has ever heard. The place was haphazardly shoved into a building like an afterthought. If he ignored the name and location though it was a decent place. A boxing ring took up the center floor, standard equipment set out along the walls, and the lockers in the back.
Randy had been coming to the gym for months and still got weird looks. He knew he stood out next to the younger crowd; they were getting use to the old geezer though. He thought about going to a more up-class gym sometimes. He’d stick out less, and the facility would be much nicer. But honestly Randy liked it the way it was. Casual, inexpensive, a bit worn out, and its owner didn’t take crap from anyone. A lot like Randy himself.
He wasn’t there to bulk up like most regulars, just keep himself in shape really. His routine wasn’t anything to be impressed with, a few minutes on the bike, some stretching, and then the heavy bag. If he was lucky then he could get a few rounds in with a trainer or one of the other regulars in the ring. Today, he wasn’t all that lucky. None of the trainers signed in did boxing and no one had put their name in under the spar request. With a sigh Randy put his own name down and headed for the lockers. Maybe someone would show up in the next hour or so.
Darkshift had always been reasonably active and reasonably in shape. Living in poverty, she walked more than most and being as abrasive as she sometimes was, she was no stranger to the odd brawl or two. Being on the wrong side of the law on more occasions than not, she knew how to hold her own in a fight but that was as much a mark of her being a mutant as it was the fact that she could fight. So far, it had been enough. With her recent joining of The Order, it no longer was.
A bit of asking around had gotten her a recommendation for Knock Out, a small gym that some of her seedier contacts frequented. It was cheap, however, and she wasn't likely to stick out nearly as much as if she signed up for something more expensive. Before running away from home she'd dabbled a little in boxing but that was about the extent of it. Priorities and all that. It just hadn't been one. Now it was. Now she needed to learn to properly fight, without relying upon her powers, and she had to get properly in shape. People were counting on her. That reality was still taking some getting used to.
When Darkshift emerged from the change rooms, she got a few looks. Not unexpected being the new girl and the mohawk stood out wherever she went. As always now days, her hands sported black cat claws upon each finger. It was a subtle sign of being a mutant and her way of showing she wasn't ashamed. Noticing a signup sheet for sparring, she put her name down and began her stretches.
Randy glanced at his watch. He was almost at the end of his bike set. Maybe he'd give it a few more minutes. He had a view of the front counter from here so he could watch for any potential sparring partners. Of course to anyone else the shaggy old man watching everyone from the bike might just be creepy. Not worth it really. Grasping at straws never did a man an good. Plus, it was better to stick to routine anyway.
He glanced up as he heard the door gave the same half-hearted glance at the newcomer as everyone else. The girl he saw caused him to raise an eyebrow with interest though. A Punk Queen without a doubt. Mohawk, piercings, and a chip on the shoulder you could almost see. To each their own he supposed. Style wasn't much his thing and so there really was no point in judging others. He watched her for a few moments as she checked the sparring sheet. He never would have thought it from her. She just didn't look the type.
She didn't call for him though and had simply started her stretches. Fair enough, newbies didn't know the way things work. Porting over to the counter he made sure she had signed up for a boxing match and not something else. Luck was finally on his side, she had, so with as friendly a grin as he could he ported over to her. "Looking for a boxing partner?"
Darkshift hadn't really been to enough gyms to fully understand the way things worked and she definitely didn't know the specifics of this one, what with being her first time attending. She didn't really care. Eventually she would get into the swing of things and it wasn't like she was worried about anyone bothering her for not following protocol or whatever. Not many people were really in a position to hurt her. What mere human could stand up to a mutant? If there were other mutants here, well, hopefully they would recognize their own.
Not long after starting her stretches a middle aged man came up to her asking if she was looking for a boxing partner. "That I am," she agreed. Now she was definitely out of her comfort zone, not that she was likely to let that show. In her world, survival often depended upon putting on one hell of a game face. Besides, the only way she was going to learn to be less reliant upon her powers was to actually get out there and do it.
Finishing the last of her stretches, she stood. "I'm Jayden." It felt weird to use her human name. She wasn't even really sure why she did it, given that her black claws remained in the open for anyone observant to see. Maybe she just didn't want some of the usual mutant/human conflicts to follow her here.
Randy smiled letting the girl finish her stretches. He had no idea how skilled she might be in boxing, but technically he was only an amateur as well. Maybe intermediate. Still she didn't look new to the idea of a fight.
>> "I'm Jayden."
"Randy." He offered his hand, noticing her claws and grinned slightly. Times did change. Teens wearing mutation openly compared to his childhood. Sadly public opinion hadn’t changes as fast. “Good thing we’re gonna be wearing gloves.”
Darkshift shook Randy's hand, careful not to have her claws get in the way. There was a time, in the very recent past, when she would have felt uncomfortable about wearing them out in the open. May weeks had past since her vow to do so always, however, and gradually that feeling had faded. She was a mutant and that was nothing to be ashamed of. If others had a problem, well, that was theirs to deal with not hers.
"Happy to hear you don't have a problem with mutants. Don't worry, the claws only come out to play if you do something really nasty. Like try to kill me or something." Her voice remained light despite the dark words and she offered a half grin.
Darkshift picked up her gloves and began lacing them. After a few moments of silence, she added, "I'm kind of new to the whole boxing thing. Figured the claws are sometimes a bit overkill when it comes to bullies. You know." A shrug and a hard glance to try and soften the fact that she really didn't like to admit any weakness. She was here to learn though, after all. Besides, if he did choose to take advantage of her inexperience there was always the claws. Among other things.
