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.
Gwen followed beside Blaine quietly, slightly intimidated by the whole situation. It was late, she was with a body builder, she was drunk, and she made him lose. She felt terrible about the whole thing but he didn't seem to be too upset about it. That was a plus, at least. It made her feel a little better.
She perked a brow at his explanation of his mutation. He couldn't feel... Anything? She stared at him for a moment before her face became very puzzled and she looked towards the ground. That had to be terrible, really. No touch... Wait, can he taste? "Can you... Taste food? Or is that numb, too?" She really hoped not. That would be a real torture.
After walking into the clinic, Gwen quietly followed and sat down beside Blaine, careful not to look over to see what he was signing. It was the first time she'd been in a clinic since she came to 2017.
"From what I understand, my sense of taste is...different. I get flavor, but temperature and texture are lost to me. So...suffice it to say I'm not exactly a connoisseur or a food critic."
After awhile, a middle aged woman came out and motioned Blaine to the back, and Blaine motioned for Gwen to come with. Once in the back room, the woman spoke. "Good to see you, again, Blaine, though I really wish you'd drop by just to say hi every once in awhile."
"Sorry, Marge," he said, draping his jacket and tank top over a chair. "I heard my something around my ribs crack, so I thought you better look at it."
"I know, Honey. Well, let me take care of that...Yep..." she said as she took a look, without even touching it. "You've got a minor fracture. Not much I can do for a rib, but....I can bandage it, and tell you to be careful, but after that you're on your own."
Blaine nodded as she bandaged him up, and he put his shirt and jacket back on, and turned to Gwen. "Okay...where do you live?" he asked her.
She giggled quietly at his joke. Well, at least he had some type of flavor. Maybe not hot, cold, or the texture (sometimes that had to be a blessing) but he could at least taste. Drunken Gwen was satisfied with his response.
She initially wasn't going to go with him. After all, wasn't that kind of a personal space? Talking with a doctor and what not. However, he did motion for her so after a moments hesitation she followed him and the doctor lady. In the room, she waved to the doctor and sat on a spare chair. She listened to their conversation but also examined the examination room. Things were so much cleaner than in her time. She sighed, enjoying the strange smell of a clinic room.
She thought for a moment, "Um..." She bit her lip, and then told him what she thought was his address. Hopefully, it would be right... She was pretty sure it was right, after all.
He looked over at her. "You don't remember where you live?" he asked, more concerned than aggravated. But of course she didn't know. Or at least didn't remember. Well, this was turning into quite the night, but he definitely wasn't about to let this girl roam the city drunk this late. It may have been her fault he got his ass kicked, but Blaine wasn't the type of guy who was out for revenge like that. In fact, he blamed himself for not being able to power through that.
He bit his lip. "Okay, look. I'm taking you for a cup of coffee. Maybe that'll refresh your memory. And if you don't remember, you need to either contact someone or crash on my couch for the night. You may have had a hand in my losing, but I'll be damned if I'm the reason you get hurt out here," he said sternly as he started walking down the street again.
She hiccuped and shook her head, “No, no… I do. I do… I just don’t know… The street name.” Or whatever. She had the mental image, she knew where it was. It was a weird, modern name that didn’t make much sense to her.
She shook her head, “Oh no, no , no. I absolutely cannot let you do that. I ruined your night, I will not be a further burden.” She nodded a confirmation to her reasoning and began to prepare herself to walk away. After all, she really felt bad about the whole situation.
"Look, I don't remember asking," he said firmly. "You're drunk, and yeah, you may have 'messed up' my night," he started, using airquotes where appropriate, "but what happens if you accidentally do that to someone who's not as amused by it as I am? This ain't a playground, kid. You could get seriously hurt, or worse out here at this time of night, and I'm not too keen on letting that happen."
He sighed a moment, looking at her. "I'll make you a deal. When you remember your address, I'm taking you home. Otherwise, you've got a bodyguard for the night. Deal?"
