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.
Hand still on the wall, Isabel could feel the vibration from Cafas slamming his shield against the bones. Even with so much effort he barely made a dent in her array of spikes. Some did shatter and spray splinters across the floor, but most were just bent and driven further into the wall at different angles, bits of that wall cracking and spilling into the floor to join the bone splinters.
She couldn't help but grin a little at the show of force. He was trying too hard and getting nowhere. He could bang around like that all day and all he'd manage to accomplish would be tiring himself out and ruining the drywall.
Her grin didn't last long in light of the newest round of insults, though. It was probably all just bluster judging by how he was inching further down the hallway, but that didn't do anything to assuage her temper. He could try to back himself out of his corner all he liked, but he wouldn't get anywhere. Isabel had been reluctantly spending weeks threading bone through every wall of the residency corridors. It would still be some time before she'd have to start working on larger rooms like the lobby, but considering Cafas' current positing he might not make it far enough to reach that minor safety.
Guess she would just have to force him out herself.
"I'll show you no taste for violence," she growled, crowding the spines nearest to him even closer to his person. The bone closer to herself criss-crossed their way across the hallway to form a mesh-like netting, new spikes sprouting wherever one line of bone crossed over another. The netting moved ahead of her as she began walking toward Cafas. Either he'd move or he'd be wrapped up in a mess of barbed wiring and she'd drag his sorry, bleeding ass out the door and onto the street.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
Cafas seemed to have touched a nerve. It appeared Isabel didn't have a funny bone when it came to... At least one of the things he'd hurled at her. Honestly, he wasn't quite sure how he'd let this all get so out of hand. Adrenaline had a funny way of turning nervous into angry, but he would have thought he'd be better at controlling that. Then again he was rarely nervous about fights.
I rarely find real threats...
The lattice wall of bony spines marched closer in time with Isabel, each step bringing new threat of painful death. The cuts Cafas had sustained from the initial assault were starting to really burn despite the numbing adrenaline coursing through him. The X-man was smart enough to know when he was beaten. In a different environment, free of bone infused walls, he could see himself having the upper hand. The Sanctuary was not such an environment.
He kept backing away, always a few careful steps away from a new role as a pincushion, eyes everywhere, scanning for traps. A door opened behind him, a head peered out. Whoever it was retreated back into their room. He'd almost forgotten the ever present danger of less reasonable reinforcements. The very concept was crazy, but he knew they existed.
How long can she keep this up for I wonder. Could be good to find out.
Cafas maintained his cautious retreat, steadily more impressed by how far down the corridor Isabel could keep producing the spikes. "Seriously? Still going? What, did you paint the walls with bonemeal? Dude this must have taken months!" Not that Isabel hadn't had years. Still, the amount of work it would have taken just seemed... Kind of beyond her. She seemed to chaotic to hold herself to such a tedious task for long.
Isabel kept a steady pace as she continued to move down the corridor, forcing the X's retreat. The opening doors and other residents were of little interest to her. Most everyone living in the Sanctuary knew to give her a wide enough berth even if they didn't agree with her methods or ideologies. Sanctuary was her turf, she was one of the only residents left that had been there since its beginning and few other inhabitants were willing to challenge her over how she behaved. Given her current demonstration only the brainless would dare consider it.
The spikes that she passed on either side melted seamlessly back into the walls as she progressed down the hall, leaving little more than some splinters and dust littering the floors as evidence. Surprise was rarely ever her style, but in this case the unexpected ambush was working in her favor. "It's worth the effort if it means keeping trash like you out of here. Shame it'll only take seconds to tear you to shreds."
She almost wished she'd started the work sooner but either the thought hadn't crossed her mind, or else she'd forgotten it after it had. Given the possibility of turning the Sanctuary into a bone-encrusted fortress and its resemblance to something in an old dream that she'd worked hard to try and forget, it was more likely to have been the latter. In any case, she wasn't going to be thanking Zephyr for the idea, and she definitely wasn't going to let him know if she continued working on it without his prodding.
They'd be moving out f the living area soon and into the lobby not long after that. As long as she had been pushed into working on the walls, she hadn't gotten too far outside of the living areas. She could still manage the netting outside of the hallways, but she wouldn't be able to stretch it wall to wall in a big space like the lobby. More room to maneuver would made things harder, but she was sure she could still manage to force him out the door in the end.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
