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.
She had him. She knew that the second her fist connected that this would be over. He was fast and energetic, but surely a grounded punch like this would knock the effervescent wind from his sails. Agnes knew her strength, she knew how to fight, and though it was only for a split second, she saw the surprise on his face when she had blocked and started to deflect his kick. He had opened himself up far too much and she was going to deliver the lesson that he should learn about doing that. So she punched, a low and firm HYAH! driven like a drill straight for his body.
But she miscalculated. Agnes never miscalculated in a fight, but something about this particular instance threw her off. She didn’t expect him to move as fast as he did, she didn’t anticipate that she would be able to move away from her deflecting block, fast enough to reach out and deliver a punch of his own. While she did manage to strike him, all she got was his shoulder, while he managed to land a pretty solid punch to the hip. Agnes winced, more out of surprise than actual pain. However, he did manage to hit her joint and her body would react automatically.
Both punches landed and Agnes felt her leg buckle. She wobbled, almost falling to her knee, but her wrist was grabbed by the other as he fell, pulling her along with him. With no idea chance to comprehend, Agnes allowed herself to fall, shocked by the turn of events. She stumbled forward, somehow grew tangled in the man and both of them fell with a THUD to the gravel covered roof.
It took a second for the young warrior to gather her senses again. Closing her eyes, she groaned a little, feeling a small spider web of pain emanating from her hip. Placing her hand flat on the ground, she didn’t immediately notice that it was softer than she imagined as she started to push herself up. But, once the ground started to chuckle, then break out into riotous laughter, she looked more closely.
She was on top of him. Both Agnes and Gage had fallen in such a way where they were both on the ground, a tangled mess of limbs, her own body pressed against his. She gulped as she removed her hand from his chest, sitting up, straddling his waist. As the handsome man laughed, her cheeks immediately began to flood with color. She was thankful that the man didn’t point out her embarrassment, and instead just chuckled and asked the obvious…
>> "I-is that a draw?"
Looking down at him, she stared at his face for a few minutes before a smile cracked her features and she just shook her head. The man was way too much. Shuffling off of him, she planted her feet on the ground, stood, and leaned down, offering her glove-covered hand to help him up. ”Yeah, fine. We’ll call it a draw.” She sighed, dusting herself off and waiting until he was standing and did the same before she gave him a sidelong look. Awkwardly she curled her lips under teeth, closing her eyes and shaking her head before she finally spoke again. ”Agnes.” she said, before opening her eyes and looking at him square in the face. “My name is Agnes.”
Their eyes met and the humor of the situation cracked through her tough exterior like the sun cresting the horizon after a long, weary evening.
> ”Yeah, fine. We’ll call it a draw.”
He took her hand, as he had taken her hand so many times before in their climb together. "I'm amazed. That was amazing. You're amazing." He tried not to pour in the usual stock of memories he had prepared to reinforce training moments, but it was a hard habit to break. Flowers opening. A perfectly satisfying precise fit of a mechanical assembly line. Things that just worked accompanied his words and made him feel like this moment was equally as right.
He watched her fuss and let her go, her own attention made him feel ever morsel of gravel and dust that had gotten stuck in the folds of his lycra. He removed the worst offenders, knowing he'd need a shower when he got into work after this sleepless night.
With nothing to show for the evening. Nolan sighed.
> ”Agnes. My name is Agnes.”
His head whipped up. "Agnes." He repeasted. The word was holy on his lips. A prayer, a benediction, a gasp of breath for this drowning man.
He held out a gloved hand for hers. "It's very nice to meet you, Agnes." He pulled her hand toward his lips, the second half of their bargain did involve a kiss, right?
Their contest was done. It was a draw. Agnes still wasn’t really sure how she felt about that. The reality was that while the both of them fell, technically Agnes landed a top of him so, really, she had won. But given the fact that he had called her out for rolling away from him before, she found herself just a little willing to accept a draw rather that a defeat. It felt…odd. Agnes normally didn’t accept a loss so easily, and to her a draw was a loss. And yet, here she was, helping this man to his feet and admitting that a draw was perfectly fine with her. Strange.
Dusting her clothes off, she barely glanced at the man, that is until he started to praise her. There was something about his words, the way he said them, that made her feel…all warm and fuzzy inside. Her stomach turned a little, her head swam. She normally didn’t reach like this whenever she as given a compliment, but she had to admit that his words just felt good. It was like snapping in the right puzzle piece or just anything that felt good and right to her.
She blinked in confusion as the sensation filled her with brightness. It was strange and it scared her a little.
Before she knew it, she was giving the man her name. Not just her combat name, not a fake one, but her actual name. For a second she regretted saying the name “Agnes” when she said it. But not long after, she caught him looking at her with that stupid smile on his face.
>> "Agnes."
He repeated her name; it sounded better when he said it, for some reason. Her cheeks flushed and she turned to move away from him but he stepped closer, into Agnes’ personal bubble (a space she never allowed anyone in). She stared at him as he crept up, his smile making her feet unsteady for whatever reason, and held her breath when he took her hand in his.
>>"It's very nice to meet you, Agnes."
The lips on her knuckles made her breathing catch. She stared at him, crystalline blue eyes looking in both wonderment and confusion. A warmth spread over her hand, running up her arm, like a lightning strike across her mind. The trust she had, the rightness of it all, it all compiled higher and higher…there was only one way to respond to this sweet and tender gesture that Gage was presenting her with.
Her fist flew, fast, and caught Gage right on the bridge of his perfect nose. Dislodged from him, Agnes took a few, short, calming breathes and stepped away, her eyes darting left and right, unable to settle on anything for more than a second. When she was able to focus on him, she tightened her jaw and slipped her mask down over face, hiding all but her eyes again. Giving him a hard stare, Agnes turned on her heel and marched away from him.
”I didn’t want a kiss,” she reiterated. She stopped, looking over her shoulder at him and sighed. ’Stay safe. Stop getting into trouble.”
She stepped off the roof and immediately started her descent downward until she could get to a neighboring rooftop. She needed to get out of here and deal with…whatever she was feeling.
He stumbled back a step or three. Hitting the bony area of his face had to hurt her hand. Funny, that his thoughts went to that and not that she'd hit him. That was almost an expected eventuality.
Damn. He didn't get to check in on his friends.
> ”I didn’t want a kiss,”
He dabbed gingerly at his nose and grumbled quietly to himself. "But I did..."
She was gone after one last remark. And still, he had pretty much nothing to show for tonight. Nolan set himself down on the edge of the roof and swung his legs out over the void before he flopped back onto the pebbled roof top. There was no point in watching her go. She was a mother-flippin' ninja.