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.
Amelia's reasoning was solid. She nodded along as the other woman spoke, coughing slightly on her drink at the allusion to Hitler. She had never considered the relation, but as she thought about it, it did seem to almost fit. An important man proposing a society free of blemishes and taking his own route to go through things. She just hoped that the comparison wouldn't prove to be reality.
"History repeats itself," she said with a sigh, agreeing with Amelia's statements. "Forgive me for being overly optimistic, but I just can't seem to totally shake the idea of Utopia. I don't know, maybe it naive to still hope it works out, but I still really like the idea of it. There's been so much %#&@ going down lately, and it's nice to imagine a world where that wouldn't happen to the same extent."
"But I realize that there would still be prejudice and hatred around. There would still be need for nurses and cops, there would still be %#&@ going down. It would still be the same horrible people, just separated from one issue." Juliette sighed heavily. The more she talked out loud, the more she realized that Utopia was an impossible dream and that things would undoubtedly go wrong. There was a sinking feeling as she felt her position become less on the fence and more towards one side.
"I guess what I'm trying to get at is that I'd like it to go well, but it likely won't. There are too many variables and too many things that are impossible to get right." She took a sip of her drink. If there was anything that made horrible realizations any easier, it was alcohol.
Optimism is great. Optimism keeps one positive. Living in fear, living in the dark, you need a bit of optimism to give you light. Mutants have lived in fear for a long time. A world where they didn't have to definitely did give out hope. Utopia -could- be a positive thing, sure. Her head bobbed slightly in acceptance of the suggestion the other woman was making. Amelia certainly was listening to the issue. She understood the concerns. Juliette got them, too. And she granted that Utopia might not solve every problem. As she wrapped up, Amelia nodded to her.
"Yeah. I hear you. I guess what the people setting up Utopia need to do, to make Utopia a success, is address these concerns and work to compensate for them." Amelia said. Her tone was rational, not heated. "Rome wasn't built in a day. If you want it to be a success, maybe you can send letters to your local senator, or to people in charge. Give suggestions. Because if we want this to work, we should work to make it work. I can be wary, and complain about half-measures and uncertainty, but-- Yeah. If they understand that it's just one step towards addressing a greater problem in society, if they take constructive criticism and feedback... I don't think I'd do the Utopia thing, but for a lot of people, it's exactly what you said. Hope. Hope is a good thing."
You've just got to be sensible about what you hope for.
Juliette nodded slowly and swirled her drink in her hand, watching the colours of the different additives mix. She didn't really have anything else to add to the subject, and she didn't really want to continue it any more. It had seemed like a good idea to bring it up at the time, but she regretted it once it was out there.
She sighed heavily and set her glass down to watch the denser liquids float to the bottom of the glass. "So, how about that sports game?"
Juliette tried to keep a straight face and look at the bar, but she had to move her hand in front of her mouth to block the fact that she was chuckling. "Sorry, terrible way to change the topic."
The snort that came out of her was unwomanly in the best way. Clearly, the sudden topic change amused her.
"I hear the Cubbies are doing well this year. They may make it to the World Series. Nearly made it last year, but they lost ground towards the end. Would have liked to see the Mets win it. I'm more a Yankees girl, but I supported a home team. But those Royals... I have to give them credit. Playing in the World Series two years in a row. They wanted it more. Not so hot this year... tired. Kept the hope alive to get into the post season with a late season rally briefly, but... eh. Not my team. Don't care. Yankees probably won't get a wild card spot, but the Mets seem like they will. Maybe they'll manage to get to the World Series two years in a row, too."
Baseball rant had concluded. Amelia waited a beat, smiling, then added "Or were you joking about the old sports ball and I just flooded your brain with baseball crap?"
Maybe she preferred football, or football? Basketball? She could talk those sports too. She actually played those in high school. Baseball was more her brother and her fathers enthusiastic hobby.
"I actually don't know that much about baseball," Juliette laughed as Amelia basically recited the entire roster of teams. It seemed she was very behind in her research. "It was a joke, but I really don't mind hearing about it."
Her mom had been into football for a time, and had even pretended to like English football and rugby when she was dating an English guy, but she had never put a very big emphasis on sports. Other than a few team sports when she was young, Juliette just hadn't had a ton of exposure.
Running, though. Now that was something she could get into. "Did you watch the olympics this year? I mean, that's a bit of a stupid question. I'm sure you watched some of it, but did you watch any of the running events? We medaled pretty well."
She finished off her second drink. Juliette didn't normally drink that much, but the sweetness mixed with the alcohol made her disregard the fact that she was ordering her third. They were just so good.
Amelia smirked. She had kind of figured it was a joke, but-- "I'll admit, baseball is more my brother and dad than me. But I know enough to manage. I'm more into soccer. Maybe watching some football. Basketball." She said.
She nodded at Juliette's commentary about the Olympics, setting her glass down after another drink. "Yeah. I caught some of it, when I could. Recorded things. Swimming, running, cycling. Few other sports. I had to see Usain Bolt's final run. That man is amazing." No ifs ands or buts about it, the man was one of the fastest men alive in that event.
"We medaled gold in the 1500 meter. Centrowitz. Pretty close race, at the end. Guy can run." Amelia concluded.
"Go America," Juliette nodded as a way of agreement and raised her glass to their country. In some ways it was great, but it was strange to think that there was a possibility that they could be citizens of an entirely different country in a matter of weeks. If they did end up choosing that route.
They talked for a while longer; about nothing and about everything, covered by the dim lighting of the bar. By the time they did eventually part ways, it was late, and Juliette had had far more to drink that she had intended, but it had been a good night nonetheless.
