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.
How could she smell of angry? What did angry even smell like? Cafas shook hi head and continued washing the protesting kitten, despite the several needle sharp claws and teeth that kept sinking into his hand. The sink water turned an absolutely filthy colour as fur started to show though.
"People are going to ask you for a name whenever they meet her. Anyway, it helps to have some name to refer to people as, and it's more personal than just saying my cat." Plus it was totally just the done thing. People named stuff of importance. Things without names tended to be food or otherwise insignificant on a personal level.
>>"I don't think she does not-angry."
Another thin scratch on Cafas' hand bore testament to the truth in that. "I suspect you're right. In Australia they'd probably call her Cuddles for the irony. Or Agro, if they were being literal with it." Red dogs got called Blue, fat guys were called Slim, it was a weird country like that.
It is a silly place, let's not go there.
He raised the kitten back out of the water, substantially cleaner. "Here, wrap her in the towel. Cat's aren't really meant to be wet, she'll get cold if she doesn't get dry soon." Pure speculation based on what his mother had told him as a child. Perhaps she'd just been trying to stop him splashing water onto the cats? He'd taken it as fact though. If it had been a lie, it had worked.
As Cafas cleaned, the kitten gradually turned from a mildly disturbing shade of brown to mostly white, if still rather stained, with splotches of orange on her face and hips. And front toes, as if someone wanted to hide the bloodstains of her slain enemies.
"Why should I have to tell them anything? People already talk to me more if I give them my name. Giving her one so I can give it to people is just going to make it worse." Adder edged in a little bit closer to peer at the kitten's lack of tail. Well, apparently not quite a lack; there was a little smushed-up bit. He was on the edge of asking Cafas if she'd be able to balance, but then went to the edge of smacking himself in the face instead. He could balance just fine on two legs, and she had four. Well, he could usually balance on two. There were times when he would be wolf but for headache-y noise and too much everything and then he kept trying to step onto a foreleg but it was a hand and it just didn't work.
That was old, though. That hadn't happened at all recently. It was old enough to at least be partially Before.
But whatever. Cafas was rambling and it didn't all make sense. Adder might not have been able to actually explain irony if put on the spot (not that he'd willingly explain anything if put on the spot) but Cafas had only seen kitten being angry and bitey, so clearly he meant Cuddles to be a Very Much Not Accurate label. Which was stupid. Why call something it wasn't? Except Adder had actually been around for when kitten was tucked into the back of his neck, and since she couldn't really get through his ruff it could almost be cuddly.
But Cuddles was also a stupid name all on its own. Agro he didn't quite get either, but that was more because it didn't sound like a word.
His name was very inaccurate. An adder was apparently a kind of snake, but the only thing he had to do with snakes was that he'd eaten a few over the years. There weren't a ton of snakes around the city. Mostly pigeons and crows. Cats ad rats. Whatever. It had something to do with his Before name, and it wasn't as if he was going to go and change it now. It wasn't as if it'd stop people from trying to talk to him.
He held the towel out for kitten, hesitated long enough to make sure it was covering his already scratched arms as much as possible, and prepared to take back the even tinier ball of rage. "Soaked fur is cold," he said absently. Cafas didn't have fur so he probably wouldn't really know. "It's warm only until the water gets to your skin. Then it takes forever to dry."
Tiny tiny kitten enveloped in giant poofy towel. So much more towel than kitten.