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.
After depositing her belongings in the Sanctuary and being assured of a place to stay for a while, Maddy left again. It seemed like there weren't many people around the Sanctuary, so she was left to follow bots around again.
So, she headed to central park. Surely there would be plenty to look at there. Cops used to prowl that place consistently. They must have at least one bot patrolling.
She tried to blend in. Maddy wore a zippered hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. She walked around. But there was only so much she could do. She didn’t have a dog, a child, or an ipod and jogging attire. She was a mite suspicious. But it was New York, and despite her reservations, she had left her gun and other possible felonies back at the Sanctuary.
She watched a guy tossing a frisbee for a dog. Smiled at kids on the swing. But she still felt eyes on her. watching her. And she hadn't seen a bot yet.
Tyson sat beneath a tree, hood pulled down over his face. As was apparently the norm for him, he was in a sour mood. There was not much going right in his life. True, he had made some progress with his speaking, which made communicating a bit easier, but with him attacking people and constant nightmares it seemed less of a victory and more like putting off the inevitability of his defeat. The safest place for him was the mansion, but it was driving him crazy with a lack of things he could do and it the scents of the students and noise. The only thing he could really look forward too was a change of scenery, and even that had it's risks.
He was doing his best to avoid any repeats of his previous excursions, he stayed away from any places he thought people may attack him for being a mutant, and now he was trying not to look at anyone. His flight or fight instincts usually kicked in when he was in trouble, and that had possibly killed a few people, a fact that tore him up inside. Then there was apparently hunting instincts that lead him to want to chase things down. Luckily he hadn't hurt anyone because of them... Yet, but he had come dangerously close. So he was avoiding what triggers he knew about, namely watching things running. Something in him associated it with prey, just like canine scents triggered territorial instincts. It was a lot to keep a lid on, and as he learned more, the more paranoid he got over what other surprises his body may pull on him.
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
Madlaina had been getting ready to move on and try another location, walking along the path, when her eyes fell on a shadow under a tree. A slightly werewolf looking shadow. Best lead she had all day, so she settled in and watched, waiting. Maybe the presence of an obvious mutant would bring out a bot. No matter, if nothing else, she could just walk up and ask. It was a little obvious for her liking but, a girl had to do what a girl had to do.
In the end, impatience got the better of her. After about twenty minutes, she moved closer. Still nothing. After ten more minutes of waiting and watching, Maddy rolled her eyes at the inefficiency of the police bots. All she wanted was to lay eyes on one and get some information. Maybe wolfie would be good for the second one.
With a huff of breath in frustration, she moved across the remaining green space between them, approaching casually to avoid attracting attention from bystanders and being as non-threatening as possible so whoever it was didn’t bolt or attack. ”Hey… Got a few minutes?”
((Sorry this took a little while. I dreamed about posting it, but didn't actually do it.... which is less than helpful.))
Tyson mulled over his predicament to little success. The more he thought about it, the more he went around in circles feeling guilty and full of shame over his actions, and any possible way out of it was blocked by the unpredictable nature of his own body. He may as well be trying to keep the tide from coming in. All it really accomplished was making him feel less and less like a person and more like an animal.
Then the woman walked up to him and broke his line of thought. At first he thought it must be a mistake, that there was someone else she was addressing that he had somehow missed. But she was looking right at him, so she had to be talking to him. He wondered about her sense of self preservation. Who walked up to a monster without so much as skipping a beat. Then again, it seemed common in the mansion to not judge by appearances, at least until you had thrown one of the staff through a wall.
"Hrrrr who, me?" He asked in confusion, his voice rumbling with a growling undertone. At least he was no longer slurring so badly. "Hrrr what do you want?" He was a little annoyed at being disturbed in his brooding, but given that the woman had braved the risk, he figured he was obligated to give her some time. He just hoped there wasn't something that would set him m off. He didn't want to bite off her face by accident.
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
