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.
Skye felt a shudder go up her spine as Jack's hand rested under her chin, raising her head a little. "Oh, I hope so..." she whispered. The next thing she knew, she was in the other mutant's very strong, very capable arms. Being carried to the bedroom. God this was hot.
She shuddered at every touch, looking up at Jack with a soft, wanting smile. "No, no...I want this," she said, her voice still almost a whisper as the pulsing pink light was now a very steady, constant glow. Any other time, she would have wondered if her flashing bright lights could cause seizures or have any other medical side effects. But...right now that wasn't nearly what was on the other girl's mind as her hands slid down to the hem of her own shirt, which very quickly hit the floor.
**Fade to Black**
Skye lay on the bed, her pink lights had died down completely, and her hair was now orange. A smile was plastered on the younger woman's face as she propped her hands behind her head, breathing softly. She had to smile, thinking about how this all had started: an awkward meeting in a closet full of adult books, which ended with...well....this.
"I have to say...." she breathed softly. "Those novels don't have anything on you."
>> "I have to say.... Those novels don't have anything on you."
A bashful chuckle answered the smaller woman. Jack lay beside her, a primary hand upon her waist. Her face was burrowed against the crown of Skye's head.
“You slatter nee,” the prawn all but purred, nuzzling Skye affectionately, “'ut I had sun, too. Sank you.”
Jack had been brimming with pre-molt hormones. But now that the deed had been done, the prawn was comfortably sleepy. Idly, Jack trailed her hand along the young woman's side, soft lavender eyes surveying Skye's expression.
“Wanna just slee’ in here? You're welcome to, iss you don't mind cuddling wiss sun one as shar’ as nee.”
If Skye wasn't the type to want to cuddle afterwards, Jack would need to prep the couch before she conked out.
"Just being honest," she said softly, snuggling into Jack a little as she nuzzled her. She smiled softly, a light shudder going up her spine as Jack's hand trailed her side. The prawn was big and strong, but at the same time...surprisingly gentle, and Skye really loved that.
"I really wouldn't mine sleeping here," Skye murmured, sliding even closer. "I honestly like cuddling," she said, her hair going from the happy orange to a more content, peaceful indigo. "I mean, snuggling is nice. Comfortable. A little more personal," she said, looking up at her, still smiling softly.
"Though, I hope the light show doesn't bother you too much. I mean, it's not nearly as bad when I'm asleep, or just relaxing, but it's still a possibility," she said, really hoping it wasn't much of a problem.
"Works sore nee," the prawn breathed, smiling back. The idea of "moving" didn't sound appealing to her, not in the least bit. Skye nestled closer, and a contented purr escaped the prawn. She burrowed her muzzle in the smaller woman's hair.
Skye said something about the light show, and Jack huffed in a amusement.
"No trou'le at all," she assured the smaller woman, "Iss you can endure cuddling sun-sing as shar' as nee, I can totally weather sun lights here or dere."
Really, Jack had no idea how Zinnia had ever managed to get cozy against her carapace.
Skye sighed contentedly as Jack nuzzled into her indigo hair, the room illuminated by a soft, indigo light. She moved and re-positioned herself for a few minutes. It wasn't very comfortable at first, but she snuggled up close, resting her head on Jack's chest as she snuggled in.
"It's really not so bad," she murmured, her eyes closing as she nestled into the other mutant. Her breathing steadied as her muscles relaxed.
She hadn't anticipated meeting anyone in the bookstore this late, and she really wasn't expecting this, but she was by no means complaining. Pretty soon, the younger girl had drifted off into a gentle slumber.
Soon enough, Skye went slack against the larger woman... she quieted down, her breathing evened-out. She was down for the count. So she was one of those "fast to fall asleep" types, huh? Jack closed her eyes, smiling, but she didn't drift off, right away. She let her mind wander, for a bit.
Ever since last summer, when she'd pulled that disappearing act, the prawn had neglected the romantic part of her life. Pre-Zinnia, there hadn't even been a "romantic" part to tend too. Now, with explosive punches added to the mix, Jack was even less-inclined to find someone. But... laying with someone nestled close, like this... wasn't half-bad. It might not be so terrible to find someone, again.
After that, the prawn's thoughts grew murkier and less distinct, before she, too, surrendered to sleep.
