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.
Jack timidly exchanged a glance with her girlfriend, cracking a smile at the gaze.
"What?" she laughed. One one hand, she didn't ride in cars often because she didn't fit, yes-- but on the other, not a lot of people owned cars in the city. The last time she'd tucked herself into a car was probably when she'd gone to Zinnia's parents' house for Thanksgiving.
>> “You are a genius my dear. And I am an idiot. I haven’t driven with gears before.”
The prawn gave an amused burble, flapping her hand dismissively.
>> “Still, no time like the present! Onwards! To victory!”
The car began rolling forward, and the prawn breathed a sigh. They were accelerating.
"See, not too sha-" Jack began reassuringly. She was going to say "shabby", but once they pushed the accelerator past a certain speed, the car seemed to hiccup and lurch, seesawing awkwardly in-place before settling. The prawn swallowed her reassurance and leaned forward, expecting that they had hit something.
In all honesty, it was likely that Zinnia had forgotten to change gears as the car accelerated. But Jack's knowledge of cars was perhaps even less extensive than her girlfriend's, and as such she just looked owlishly in front of them, before glancing wordlessly back towards Zinnia.
‘To victory’ apparently meant ‘to the edge of the parking lot’. Just when she thought she had the hang of it the car went from making the correct car sounds to a whine, followed by several coughs and a bucking motion. This was a vehicle, not a horse! It wasn’t supposed to buck?! She knew something of clutches and gears from the racing games her brothers played, so she pumped the spare pedal and coaxed the stick to shift. It made a very unhappy grinding noise and grunted, jerking a few times before coming once again to a halt. Jac peered out, and Zinnia followed suit. She was sure they hadn’t run over anyone… but the thought did make her feel a little green.
She took a deep breath and very carefully, very deliberately, put the truck into reverse and crept it backwards so she could see what they had hit. Thankfully not a person, just a marker for the end of the parking space. The little concrete trapezoid seemed to gloat at them. She backed herself into a space (well, technically it was two spaces, but both of them were empty) and put the handbrake on.
“Well, that was quite the adventure… Tutorial video?”
She killed the engine and fished her phone from her bag on the back seat. There was nothing the great all-knowing ViewTube couldn’t teach. If it could teach her to French braid it could teach her to stick-shift.
A few videos later she was feeling more confident. She re-buckled, carefully started the car in neutral and then shifted to first and crept it forward. The car rumbled like an oversized cat, but it did as it was told. She guided it out of the lot and onto the road with no issues, and made the turn onto the road back to their section of city without causing any accidents or losing forward momentum. Her fingers were clutched so tightly about the wheel they were almost white, but she spared a glance and a hopeful smile for her girlfriend.
“See, no sweat.”
The little beads on her brow made her a liar. It seemed to be getting easier, at least.
The prawn remained stonily silent, quickly nodding her head as Zinnia fished-out her phone and proposed a tutorial video instead. The engine was killed, and Jack surpressed the urge to sigh. It wasn't fair to be so critical-- Jack couldn't even drive an automatic. But the fact of the matter was, it'd been ages since she'd been in a car, and when car moved in a way that it wasn't supposed to, it was enough to put the prawn on-edge.
Jack didn't even unbuckle her seatbelt as the video played. She merely rested her hand on Zinnia's leg, watching the ViewTube videos over her girlfriend's shoulder. Conceptually, it made plenty of sense. Zinnia was ready to try again. She started the car.
A quiet chirr betrayed her-- it was an involuntary, anxious noise.
>> "See, no sweat."
As a bouncer, it was Jack's job to be observant-- to pick-out who was high, who was plastered, and so-on-- to separate the good from the bad, to keep the clubbing experience optimal. She noticed Zinnia's iron grip on the steering wheel, the clenched smile and, well, sweat upon her girlfriend's brow.
"You're a natural," the prawn agreed. She realized she'd had a death-grip on the passenger-side door, which she released. She let her hands settle in her lap, trying to be the image of calm.
