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.
Sennyo: "Ghost" player of Raine, Noel, Jude, Kalos, AJ, and Spencer
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, and Rhia
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.
"Not really literature in my view" She spoke jokingly. She'd read fanfics of better quality than that garbage. Though that wasn't really that high a bar. "I prefer...Tolkien, that kinda stuff". I mean who wouldn't love that kind of fiction? Tolkien was an amazing world builder. Still wouldn't beat some of the real classics, but Tolkien was worth the label of literature at least.
So he had been brought up in care? Quite a different upbringing then, but Rebecca wasn't sure whether that was due to his beliefs that he was an alien. Upon his returning of the question, Rebecca took a deep breath in, and then... "I had two siblings. My brother, Matthew, now does some kind of chemistry stuff at one of the major unis. Family of mutants, so he has X-ray vision..." she smirked a little at that. He had quite the sense of humor with it. "Which as you can imagine, he was terrible with when he was a teen". She would tell him about Bethany only if asked. That was best.
"I had a happy family, and I know they're there for me." She said, looking out across the skyline. The wind blew yet more leaves up into the air, creating a minature twister of leaves upon the rooftop, , and spoke more for her than she would be able to say. At least she made those who hurt her family to pay. It never got easier with the telling.
"The wind is creating beautiful patterns isn't it?" Rebecca remarked, trying to change the subject after a long pause.
Tolkien. Fantasy stuff. He smiled. "Think I like science fiction better," Elliott said good-naturedly. Because he was an alien tool. "But I can see the merit."
Elliott listened as Rebecca spoke of family. He made sure he listened to what was not said, as much as what was. Mention of a brother and sister, but only shared info about the brother. Curiosity gnawed at him like a mouse at the cheese in a spring trap. To investigate further, or not?
His focus seized on a key word in one of the last things she had said, putting it together with the hesitant body language when she'd started speaking as well as the way she looked off thoughtfully over the cityscape. And changed the subject.
"Had?" Elliott asked, voice soft. Of course, with the noise from the wind such softness got muted and lost. So he repeated the thought, a little louder this time, and rephrased for clarity. "You said you had a nice family... something happened?" He left the question open-ended. If she still had them, she would have said have.
Rebecca knew this would produce a degree of curiosity in the Alien Mutant. There was no backing out now. She took a deep breath. In and out. Before starting the story. She closed her eyes, speaking methodically and carefully. Hopefully he wouldn't judge her too harshly.
"One day when my sister was coming back from school, she didn't come home. They found her in the woods...." She paused at this. It was too horrible to continue on the details. "My parents were heartbroken. I had a happy family until then." She made the bastards who did it pay though didn't she? "Then a few days later there was another tragedy. Several upstanding men of the town were all killed in a gas leak in a secure lodge which had been set up to examine the genetic variations in the population." She looked at Eliot "Church of Humanity if you remember them? Anyway, the police told the papers that some sand had got into their heating system, hence why there was a little sand found in their throats" she smiled at her own macabre humor.
"So after that I was shipped off to the UK for college, which was fun. My family never really got over the loss of my sister..." She paused again. Neither really had she. "But I still have Matthew and my parents of course..." She really needed to visit them. She missed them something awful. She hadn't been home since she'd gone to NYC, and it was really taking its toll. But she would need somebody to come with her. It wasn't quite safe in her mind to go back alone. "I'll probably go visit them soon..." she trailed off again. That was everything.
Her story made his throat dry, and for the moment, he let the hand holding his sandwich drop to his leg, ignored. It sounded like Rebecca had a lot of pain connected with the death of her sister... and he got the feeling the sand she had mentioned was her subtle way of telling him that Rebecca had eventually gotten revenge. A dark comment, for sure.
He hated anti mutant cults like that. A bunch of horrible bastards who deserved to be forcibly shown the error of their ways... hadn't he tried to get someone to hack into one of those hate group's websites, to redirect it to gay porn or something like that? He couldn't remember. Liquor had been involved. But it sounded to him like Rebecca had given them what they'd deserved. He hardly believed in cold blooded murder... bad for business, and all of that. But he thought, ultimately, he could get behind revenge.
If she could smile at her dark joke, he could return the smile. Weakly, didn't want to make her think he thought the entire sad story was a joke. It sure wasn't that. He let the smile drop as she continued, listening respectfully.
She'd gone to college in the U.K. Her parents never got over their loss. But she had her brother and family. She trailed off, on her own little thought.
"That's... really a sad story. People like that make me sick. Not just anti-mutant. Violent bigots. I'm sorry for your loss." Elliott said. What else was there to say?
