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.
Matthew was having trouble to breathe and Devon was feeling rather responsible. He was there in case the guy passed out but he managed to chuckle almost, awkwardly. Well then some air was getting in. He choked out that he didn’t want a doctor and that was fine. Then suddenly he was gasping for air, the tightness of his chest seemingly gone.
Devon knew how to calm patients down, how to help with panic attacks, but this one was over a bit too quickly. Naturally Devon started to back off but Matthew clearly still had an issue. He was struggling. And he told Devon to shut up. Even with an ‘I’m sorry’ and a 'please' that wasn’t quite the way to express one’s discomfort to someone trying to help. Devon tried to excuse it considering he’d brought it on and clearly Matt was struggling.
Still, Devon’s eyes narrowed slightly as he nodded. He retreated a few feet and then further back, returning to his dropped bag and coat. The coat went back on and his sunglasses were retrieved from the bag while Matt counted his breaths out and seemingly tried to relax. Sunglasses on, dark eyes could now study the inhalation and exhalation the freshman was practicing. If anything got too crazy – who knew with a panicked telekinetic – then Tempest wouldn’t stand idle.
He kept his distance, folded his arms, and watched all the while waiting.
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A flurry of emotions pulsated from the very core of his being. Anger, pain, loss, sadness... was he going insane? Matthew was questioning his very being in that moment, when it seemed that he had lost all control of his bodily functions, of his speech, of his thoughts. It appeared as if external forces had guided him as to what to do, what to say, and how those aspects had to be woven together in a despaired attempt at making a whole, coherent, being. Perhaps those were simply the angry and delusional ramblings of a mad man, or the creative flair that coursed through his veins and expressed itself in the most uncanny strings of thoughts and words. No, this was much different than that.
If Matthew had truly been insane, he doubted that he would have had the cognitive capacity of questioning his own sanity, and reach an ultimate conclusion regarding his mental faculties. He was sane, he had to be. This had simply been a different kind of interaction, a different kind of topic, which caused a form of panic and stress that the introvert had yet to grow accustomed to. Time and practice were the only ones capable of telling if this was truly the case, but, for now, he had to rely on the hope that he was still a whole man.
The other was evidently upset in the slightest, and Matthew could not specifically blame him. He had been kind, helpful, and cautious enough when approaching a topic that had produced such an intense reaction in the novice mutant. Devon could not have known that the result of their interaction would be this- a panicked introvert, and a helpful Samaritan, looking out for his fellow man. Hell, Matthew could not have predicted that their interaction would reach that point. No previous conversations had. He had no idea what had happened to him, or why, but he was sure that a psychologist would be able to help him discover those things, in time. For the shortest amount of time, it was as if Matt believed that destiny had united the two, but the delusional belief had evaporated into thin air alike the dark smoke that disappeared into the night sky.
He owed the other an explanation. Damn, where would he begin?
Matthew's hands opened up, his palms facing the other as his hands raised ever-so-slightly, mimicking a surrendering pose for a brief moment.
"Sorry." He said with raised eyebrows and a slow and insecure cadence, before allowing his arms to fall next to his body. Matthew knew that he had so much to say. He needed the other to know that he was not an inconsiderate a-hole, but an individual with many issues than he himself had realised he had.
"I'm Matthew Hughes, and I am so powerfully introverted that I cannot talk in a crowd. Or think. Or, move, if the crowd is too close, or too big," he paused as he took a step towards Devon, still displaying his apology in both a linguistic and physical manner, his posture clearly revealing an insecure and vulnerable specimen. A broken Prometheus, put together by a rudimentary Frankenstein. "I... have not been raised like most people, and I know that, but I also have been working hard to make it work for me; to integrate into society and ultimately become the balanced individual that I hope to be. I want to fight this curse, all of it." He continued, putting a certain emphasis on the word 'curse', as if he referred to far more than his introverted nature. Though, the other would have easily been capable of discerning that, even if Matthew had not been slightly more explicit than he tended to be.
The mutant took yet another small step towards Devon and extended his hand towards him, hoping to shake hands and get to know someone that could eventually become a good friend. They had a lot to talk about- at least Matthew did, and this seemed to be a good opportunity to do so. To be open with someone, even if it was with just a stranger. "It doesn't make up for my reaction, but, you should know... I didn't know I would react that way. When the topic comes up, it seems I cannot help what my body or mind does." Matthew paused, inhaling deeply before allowing a weak, awkward smile to scatter across his lips. Every introverted bone of his body told him to do the opposite, but he had to work through it, he had to push himself to the limit- at least this once.
Matthew quickly looked defeated. This sort of reaction was textbook, but you didn’t tell people that. You had to be patient, had to keep trying to help, and had to be ready when they asked for it. Exasperation mixed with a gradually lessening struggle to breathe made Matt’s attempts at apologizing all the more awkwardly fumbling.
>> "I'm Matthew Hughes, and I am so powerfully introverted that I cannot talk in a crowd. Or think. Or, move, if the crowd is too close, or too big..."
Devon merely nodded as Matt stepped closer. “It’s okay-“
>> “…I want to fight this curse, all of it."
A sigh rose up in his throat but anger pushed it back down. He pulled tight on his emotions and surrounded them with consideration, understanding and focus. Someone had put this idea into his head, had forced it upon him. Who raised him and why? Had they held him in secret so no one would see the mutant? Had they abused him?
Matt drew ever closer, more than a first step being admittance, as he became more than a metaphor. Devon shook his head, holding his hands up slightly in that ever-so common forgiveness signal. The kid was even struggling to smile. He needed real help.
>> "Friends?"
“Yeah,” Devon nodded quickly. He smiled warmly in return and blew out an exasperated breath. “I was worried about you. That sort of reaction really can be dangerous but I can help you. We’ll figure it out in time; there’s no rush. But again,” his voice was stern once more. “It’s not a curse.”
He beckoned the way of the street with a quick tilt of his head, his lips turning into a wry grin. “How about we grab a bite or something? We’ll talk literature a bit more, save the deeper stuff for next time.”