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.
As soon as the hold was broken, Charlie started to rush at the prawn, her arms extended to grab her camera. Soon enough, though, she stopped. What did not being a d*** entail? She didn’t really know, but she did know that trying to take the woman down was probably covered by the criteria.
Instead, she huffed, rolled her lips in, and glared at her former target. She could feel the gun she had holstered under her jacket, but she didn’t touch it. Whatever the woman was made of, it felt hard. Charlie wasn’t even sure that a bullet would do much of anything, and it would just make things worse for her camera. She wasn’t about to risk that.
She frowned intensely and crossed her arms over her chest as she watched Jack flip through her photos. Yes, she was thorough, if that was even what she’d tried to say. She had to be thorough if she was going to get any sort of lead, and if she was going to have any hope of remembering if she died part way through.
>>“Did sun-one send you?”
Charlie rolled her eyes. ”No, I just follow around weird shrimp people for fun,” she snapped. The case was a bust by that point anyway, and the pay wasn’t even that great. The only thing she was still concerned about was getting her camera back. ”You done?”
She eyed the camera in the rainbow mutant’s hands, trying to calculate whether or not she would be able to just grab it from her.
>> ”No, I just follow around weird shrimp people for fun. You done?”
The prawn arched a brow ridge at that. Cheeky. Her only response was a grunt of acknowledgement. *scroll, delete* *scroll, delete* *scroll-* The prawn paused. The setting of this photo was different. Dark with a neon glow, thick silhouettes of organic shapes lingering in the shadows. And, front and center, was an unmistakable image of her in a Chrysalis uniform.
"Diligently, it'd seen," the prawn's tone was terse, her expression had darkened, "Including to where I work."
Much simpler than learning the camera's controls was finding the memory card slot. Perhaps she'd already backed those photos up, but that wasn't the point-- no more pictures would be taken today. The prawn flipped the cover open with the tip of a finger on her primary hand, lightly pressed on the card, and removed it. She closed the slot, card curled into her hand, and held the camera for a moment.
The screen was black. Small, white text declared that no photos were available, and to please insert a memory card.
"Iss I see you again," the prawn warned, balancing the memory card between two fingers, "I won't hesitate."
She pinched her fingers together. Crunch. Card gone.
Jack closed the slot and, rather than handing the camera to the woman, extended her arm up above her head. Each of the back doors to the businesses had overhangs above the door, tiny rectangles of concrete supported by steel cables. Jack reached up and placed the camera atop the overhang, giving the blonde an even stare before stalking away. The prawn cut across the street despite the lack of a crosswalk, and strode into the Target parking lot. She had to be more careful.
Charlie did not remember following her to work. In fact, she didn't even remember where exactly she worked. Did she stalk the school that she'd seen her come out of? She did not remember that. It must've been before she'd respawned. That fact did not help her case with the prawn any, though. She was still deleting photos. How many did she feel the need to remove?
Finally, she stopped. Charlie thought that she was in the clear, but immediately afterwards, Jack took out the memory card. The memory card. "That's expensive!" Charlie protested. She was already losing out on the payment from this job, and she did not want to have to pay to replace her equipment.
Crunch.
Charlie winced as the memory card was destroyed. There it was, just gone. There were other pictures on there, too. Ones from other cases that she couldn't remember if she had backed up or not. That would set her back immensely.
"F***. You," Charlie snarled, kicking a nearby box at the prawn. She'd just destroyed one of the most expensive parts of the camera and then placed it far out of her reach. She'd have to climb something to get it down.
The shrimp woman was already walking away, though. It was too late to do anything in public. What a waste. What a f****** waste. "Next time I won't pull my punches!" she shouted after the woman. It was stupid and she realized that, but she was mad. Yelling was one of the few ways that she knew how to get her anger out.
With a huff, she began to move boxes to climb in order to get her camera down.
