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.
The redhead's confession was recieved with a quiet huff from the prawn, who nodded their head sagely. It was any wonder that the club was able to run in the first place. Even the dingiest holes in the walls at least had a corner of a sound booth with a sofa or two jammed in the corner to accomodate live acts. Somewhere for people to store their instruments or just relax while waiting for their time to perform to come. How did this place even operate.
"Don't 'lane you," the prawn grunted, polishing off her Old Fashioned. Her head swam, but comfortably so. How many of these things had she downed, anywys? Jack idly swung the glass in her hands, causing the ice cubes to cling against one another. A more business-minded individual would have given Xavia their card-- Jack was, after all, the manager of Inferno. She could invite her to perform at their venue at some time. Jack's mind wasn't thinking "business" though. It was swimming around in a rye whiskey concoction and wondering if Zinnia would be up at this hour?
"Rat'er annoying, no?" she asked as she shifted uncomfortable on the bar stool Finally, she spotted the manager, waved him over, and spoke to him briefly. She politely told him she wanted to leave and didn't want to wait until later, just give her her cut so she could get out of there. The guy kinda got a bit miffed until she explained that she had just had to diffuse a situation he ignored and either he pay her now or she get his ass fired.
"I have to leave now, I just made manager mad. Fine by me." she muttered when she returned, stuffing her check into her purse. She had only gotten $500 for this job. But that was okay, she never wanted to do the job.
The lady left briefly, allowing the prawn the opportunity to retrieve an ice cube from her glass and slip it under the surgical mask. The prawn was happily crunching down on an ice cube when the redhead returned, announcing that she had to leave, as she'd pissed the manager off.
"He shoulda sanked you sore 're-zenting a sight," the prawn murmured, raising her glass slightly to the redhead, "Nay'e I'll see ya 'round Xa'ier's."
"Yes, you probably will. I work a lot." She sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I am glad to leave t'is place. If you want to catch anot'er show at some point, just let me know." Xavia smiled and collected her things, then headed for the exit. She paused long enough to say, "Hell, if you know a good place to play, I have to fill my quota of gigs for my contract and I am only two away from being done for t'e year. Here's my card..." She handed it over, it had her cell number on it. And then the manager was looming in the background. She rolled her eyes and walked away with a smirk, "See ya."
