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.
Stan Strumer plodded into the courtroom of the Mobile municipal courthouse, a line of dower faced officials sat at a high table ahead of him. Stan rubbed his thick wrists as the metal restraints bit into his skin, the guards didn't have regular cuffs large enough to fit him and so a custom set had been made quickly and they had not spared a thought to if they were comfortable or not. "The court is now in session, appointed examiner Dr Catherine Bayfield residing" Stated the court clerk pointing to a woman sitting in the middle of the other court officials who was staring at Stan with a look of sheer contempt. Stan was led by a couple of court officers to the front of the court room, looking around Stan saw a number of other officers standing around the room........clearly they wanted to make sure he didn't cause a fuss. "Parole hearing for prisoner 234-3765 Stan Strumer of Mobile, Alabama" the clerk said with a slight tremble in his voice, some of his authority seemed to have drained away now Stan was standing much closer to him. The women known as Dr Catherine Bayfield stud up holding a thick folder, straining his eyes Stan saw his name written on the file with the word 'mutant' written in red. "Mr Strumer we are here today to determine as to whether or not you are fit to reenter society and that your mutation will not pose a threat to your fellow citizens" Dr Bayfield said with an air of authority that suggested she was used to people treating her with absolute respect. Stan however was more concerned with the danish pastries piled on a plate by the other officials. " Hungry work comin to court, give us a roll!" Bellowed Stan, drool escaping the corners of his mouth; it had been a while since he had eaten and he could feel his body shaking with hunger. The court officers looked wary and their hands instinctively went to their batons and the officials muttered amongst themselves angrily. "Mr Strumer I am aware of your....unique physical abnormalities, however you shall respect the integrity of this court lest you wish to return to prison?" Stated Dr Bayfield curtly, her thin lips drawn across her face and her eyes coldly judging Stan from his balding head to his size 15 prison shoes. "I gotta eat, your a doctor you should know not to withhold someones medicine!" Stan took a step forward as he said this, his intention to dive across to the table and eat every last glazed treat he could get his hands on before the guards swooped in. Suddenly Stan's stomach burned painfully and he dropped to one knee. Squinting through pain stricken eyes he noticed a girl facing him from across the room, her hands outstretched towards him. "Thank you Penelope, it would seem Mr Strumer has not learned to control his dangerous hunger" Dr Bayfield signaled to the girl and she lowered her hands, the pain in Stan's stomach subsided. Stan stared furiously at Penelope, she was young and thin with short red hair and eyes the color of lime jolly ranchers. "That's a dirty trick!" Roared Stan, but the intensity of his words were lessened somewhat by his struggle to get back to his feet and the low but distinct sound of passing gas emanating from his behind. "You are a vulgar and ill-educated menace Mr Strumer, while we have yet to begin a formal hearing you have shown no respect for this office nor any restraint from displaying your violent tendencies and lack of control!" And with that Dr Bayfield gestured the court officers to remove Stan from the courtroom, all the while Stan kept his gaze fixed on the girl called Penelope; even the danish pastries did not distract Stan this time, his hunger was outweighed by his anger.
The corridor outside the courtroom was filled with a mob of lawyers, criminals, journalists and security guards. Stan was moved through the crowd, most knocked out of the way by Stan's immense gut. "You know one of these days Stan your going to actually listen to me!" Came the irate voice of Stan's assigned attorney Toby Wakowski, a lanky Jewish man dressed in a suit that clearly had seen better days. As he reached Stan he took out a white handkerchief, dabbed his sweating forehead and brushed back his grey comb-over. "No point you wasting time here, they were gonna throw the book at me either way" grumbled Stan, shifting uncomfortably as his hunger pangs returned. "Look around you Stan, the courthouse is up to its neck in schmucks with all sorts of crazy mutations, they have there hands full and no nickles to rub together to accommodate them all" Toby made sweeping gestures to the crowd of people still squeezing through the hall, Stan began to notice the telltale signs of mutation, green skin here, a horn there; although he was briefly distracted by a short lawyer trying in vain to eat a club sandwich in the middle of all this bedlam. "And let's face it Stan, you have caused the state of Alabama a lot of problems; you singularly responsible for putting two suppliers for prison food out of business!" Toby was turning beetroot purple, Stan had wondered if he was a mutant too at times; no normal human could turn that purple? "I gotta have my fill and the slop they serve ain't doing nothing for me" The court officers nudged Stan further down the corridor, at the end of it a gang of prison officers awaited him. "There was a girl in the courtroom, hurt me good" Stan had managed to collect his thoughts, he was determined to she that girl again. "Ah you mean Penelope? She has been hired by the city to oversee all cases related to mutants" Toby seemed uneasy about the subject, he began dabbing at his forehead again. "She a mutant right? Am gonna tenderize that-!" Stan was cut off by a loud bang, the hallway was filled with smoke and the angry cries of those trapped in it. A mutant further up the hallway came into view, glowing red and laughing manically, he opened his mouth and black sphere the size of a grape shot out like a bullet, when it impacted with a water cooler and it exploded in a shower of fire, water and melting plastic. The security, court officers and prison guards all rushed to subdue the mutant, but chaos had gripped everyone in the hall and it had descended into a mass panicked brawl.