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.
Was it even a breakup if they had never actually dated? It sure as hell felt like one.
If Sveta wanted to be brutally honest with herself, she had to admit, this was all on her. For someone who had gotten her heart broken up to six times in the past, she really should have known better. What was this, Beauty and the Beast? Dating someone as broken as she was was a capitally bad idea. Honestly, it could have ended a lot worse that it did. None of that made her feel any better.
What she needed was a change of scenery. Just for a day. She didn't even know where she wanted to go, she just wanted to get out of Haven. Not with a driver or a bodyguard. Not to another Haven facility. Just... out. So she called one of those ride sharing things. It was a stranger in a car, but it was still hella lot safer than walking around the city. Casual walks never worked out well for her.
Sveta stood on the sidewalk, wearing sunglasses, jeans, a green blouse, and hr usual gloves. Hopefully, whoever showed up in a car would be a decent person. For once.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
She’d forgotten to charge her iPod the night before, so Thelma was spending her ridesharing shift at the mercy of the radio. Her only car adapter was being commandeered by her cell phone--essential for running the apps she used to pick up rides and food orders. It had taken almost an hour of on and off scanning before she found an oldies station playing enough Janet Jackson and Whitney Houston to be tolerable and had to turn down ‘How Will I Know?’ as she pulled up to the curb near her latest pick up address.
Her red Outback smelled faintly of her coconut lotion and the Indian food she’d delivered to an office during the lunch rush. Beyond that, the seats were clean and a layer of preemptive plastic was taped down on the floor of her backseat. The only thing besides traffic that Thelma hated about her rideshare gig was the mess that tourists and sick New Yorkers left--it never hurt to be too proactive.
Brown eyes glanced at her phone screen as she pulled the car into park. It looked like she’d found her passenger. A thin finger hit the automatic window button on the passenger’s side. Thelma leaned across her seats in an attempt to make eye contact with the blonde on the curb. “Excuse me, ma’am.” Her Southern accent came through on the word ma’am. Thelma’s tone was her usual bright and cheerful one. “Are you...Svetlana?” The Russian name jarred strangely Thelma’s accented vowel shapes. Once she got confirmation, she’d unlock the backseat so her passenger could get situated.
A car pulled up, and Svetlana took a step back to get a better angle at looking at the driver. It was better than leaning into a car window; blonde women standing on streets leaning into cars was not really an image she wanted to project just outside of Haven... The girl who was driving looked quite friendly, if a little hesitant.
>> “Excuse me, ma’am. Are you...Svetlana?”
"I am" Sveta nodded, walking up and opening the door on the passenger side. Then she paused. Taxi drivers often did not approve of people traveling up front. "Is it okay if I sit up front?"
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
