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.
(( Some excerpts from Amelia's first month of being a police officer during the probabtionary period.))
When Amelia first joined the force, she knew there would be days like this. Days where expectations weren't met, and things felt far less worthwhile than they should. She was giving out parking tickets.
Officer Morrison, her probationary officer, watched over her as she wrote information on the ticket pad. The man was tall, with short neat blonde hair and a strong jaw. Middle aged and handsome, with blue eyes.
The car was parked illegally in front of a hydrant. It was an issue. At first, she had felt uncomfortable with him watching over her shoulder like that, but now she had a new feeling. She had no beef with him for doing his job, or with her for doing entry level police work, but all the same--- she felt squandered.
The world was so full of crime. If she had been raised above entry level, she could put her powers to great use. She was useful. But she had chosen to rise through the ranks normally, based on merit rather than connections to x-men, or mutant status. If she'd put herself on the list for MRC, they'd have trained her for mutant related crimes, and she would have been on the fast track, but she had wanted her position to be earned honestly. She didn't feel any differently, but still. Wrong parking tickets did not feel like the ultimate use for someone with her talents.
Amelia finished the ticket and passed it to Morrison for his approval. He nodded. She had done it correctly. They left the ticket, and he walked back to his vehicle so they could move on to the next one.
The shooting range was noisy. Noisy was an understatement, like saying water was wet or ice was cold. People wore earmuffs for a reason. This wasn't the first time she had gone to a shooting range, and it wouldn't be the last. During basic training, she had gone often, and even before that she had gone with her babysitter, Miri. What made today different, and was why she considered it noisy, was the company. Boisterous men lavishing attention on one of the few female officers who was new enough not to know how far their head was up their rectum made for poor company.
Amelia sighed and was again glad for the earmuffs that allowed her to ignore the attempts at conversation in the gallery. She stood in the proper stance, some distance away from a man shaped target with various areas highlighted, and took aim.
People generally make a point of not attempting conversation with someone on a shooting range. It's bad manners. And they're holding a loaded gun. That requires full attention. Any other officer would be burned in effigy for doing such a thing. But he was male, caveman ugh, alpha as heck, and he didn't need no woman to correct his behavior because he was a man. So she shot the target dead center of mass, then followed it up with a shot in the right eye, then the left. Finally, the center of the face, all in rapid succession. She didn't look at him. If she had, the message would have been too obvious. This was just something she would have to learn to deal with because it wasn't going away.
Amelia reloaded, then focused on her shooting practice some more. Eventually, the man realized she either couldn't hear him or wouldn't give him the attention he wanted, and he moved on.
The meter said the cars time had expired. It had expired an hour ago. But he wasn't having it.
"You can't be serious! I'm here! This is ridiculous." The man complained. He was in his thirties with dark brown hair kept short, slightly thinning towards the front. His hairline was high. His brown eyes focused on her darkly. He had just stormed up a minute ago when she had stopped with Morrison in front of his car that was now illegally parked in front of an expired meter.
"Sir," she tried to keep him calm with her voice. She hated confrontations like this. "You paid for time and that time has expired."
"And you can't cut me a break?" He scoffed. "I'll move it right now. It's no big deal."
She did not look to her probationary officer, Morrison. She could handle this on her own. "No sir, I'm afraid I can't." The law was the law, and she was just doing her job. At least he had come out, and wasn't parked in front of the hydrant nearby. She would not have enjoyed arranging to have him towed. She had not done that yet.
Her fingers clutched the ticket pad tighter. She dropped her eyes to it and jotted some things down. It was important to stay strong in front of Morrison.
"Please," the man continued. "I can't afford another ticket."
She looked up at him. Another? Glanced to Morrison. She was sure this guy didn't have any outstanding tickets or warrants out for him. He couldn't possibly be so stupid. If he was, they'd deal with that. She was hoping he'd back off and not get violent over a parking ticket. Some people are simply fools. She finished writing the ticket and handed it to him coolly.
"Sorry." Amelia said. "Next time, make sure you pay the meter." It wasn't a big flowery apology and she didn't mean it but it would just have to do.
The man took the ticket without saying a word. She turned to Morrison, then lead the way back to the squad car. Thankfully the guy angry over his ticket did not follow.
The car was parked in front of a fire hydrant. She looked to Morrison. He nodded. Welp. Looked like there was a first for everything. Turning away from the vehicle, she pulled out her cellphone. A brief phone call later, a tow truck was on its way.
"So, when is it routine to boot a car?" Amelia asked her probationary officer. The older man nodded at the question. It was a good question, he acknowledged.
"Your vehicle can be booted for owing the city more than $350 in parking ticket or camera violations that are in judgment." According to New York Law. "After you call the number and pay the fee for the boot, there are places people go to return one."
Ah. So it was if outstanding payments existed. That made sense. She had never had to deal with that. Her family followed laws. And everyone she currently knew.
It didn't take long for the tow truck to arrive. The guy was balding, with a beer belly, driving a white tow truck with a camel decal on the door. Really? She stared. But she didn't say a word. You just don't acknowledge that. Not if you want to avoid being labelled by other guys on the force as 'easily offended.' The number was just one she had been given. Calling it had been following orders. The driver, Barry, hooked up the car and hauled it away.
