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.
Surely, a bridal expo was one of those nice, wholesome places where nothing could possibly go wrong. It was also one of those places that made Sveta feel deeply uncomfortable.
As far as work went, it could have been worse. Instead of spending a day at the office, she got to go out to one of the biggest fair events in new York City's fall season, and spend a day gawking at... fluffy white stuff. As a cultural experience, it was definitely priceless. As a young single woman, Sveta was glad no one else tagged along. She stuck out like a sore thumb, but at least no one was making any assumptions about her relationship status.
The mission was easy, more of a courtesy, really. One of the mutant couples that Haven had recently helped come to the USA was going to get married, as much for legal reasons as for pure celebration, and Sveta took it on herself to help arrange a tasteful wedding. Which really was brand new territory for her, given that she had only ever been engaged once, and that had crashed and burned spectacularly before it got to the miles of satin and the color coded napkins. So, here she was, trying to get some ideas, and maybe scavenge up some contact information to be used later. All kinds of people were milling about, looking at displays, tasting cakes, and cooking over flower arrangements. Sveta was grateful that most of them were so wrapped up in the wedding atmosphere that they did not even look twice at her long gloves and scarf.
That is, until someone started screaming somewhere in the "Veils and Tiaras" section.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
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Sore thumbs were a thing today. Honestly the last place the bloody Tash would ever reasonably be was a place like this. The Irishman had an expensive hobby, though, and he had to earn a living some way, right? So here he was, leaning on his extesive security based work history to score some easy dough. Standing be next to a giant booth that literally had 500 of the same table cloth in every color imaginable on it. He heard a little chatter over the little radio clipped to his chest, and leaned his head down to chime in that he had already lunched. These people weren't very organized... Probably because the worst thing they ever had to deal with was an angry bridezilla to be here and there.
He smirked to himself... Man, if he had a thing against brides rather than mutants these people would be screwed; he'd spotted seven vulnerabilities in the first three minutes before giving up on it and hardly doing his job like everyone else here.
Still, it did amaze him a little... He caught sight of the occasionally visible mutant in the crowd, walking around as if they fit in naturally. Even more strange, people barely batted an eyelash at it. Insanity. Sure, the freaks got by well enough in other countries, depending, but everywhere else he'd been prying eyes and strange looks were a given. In New York? It was like they were just like anyone else in most places.
Sickening.
He got the itch, and looked about real quick before shrugging, and wandering off to the outside to light up a smoke.
Halfway through his cigarette he was pulled out of his musings on bomb designs when a bunch of chatter came up on the radio... What was it? Something in the 'Veils and Tiarras' section? Did he hear the word mutant? His teeth gritted a little bit. See? When would this city learn?
Kiernan flicked his last half to the side and sprinted toward the scene, eager to see what they were dealing with.
Sveta, against her better judgment, headed towards the source of the commotion. She would have been comfortable in her vigilante outfit, but that had been stored away a long time ago. Still, something was happening, and she had the instinct of trying to see if help was needed.
Help was definitely needed.
"WE ALREADY SENT OUT THE F*** INVITATIONS!" the screaming continued, now accompanied with crashing sounds, and muffled cries from the crowd. People were beginning to move in the opposite direction, instead of rubbernecking, which meant things had escalated to a potentially dangerous situation. Sveta walked around some booths, and eventually, getting tired of fighting the crowd, clambered onto a podium to get a better look.
In the middle of Veils and Tiaras, a woman was obviously having a meltdown. Halfway stuffed into an expensive-looking dress, she was extending her hands towards a man cowering against a desk as if she was ready to strangle him. Around her, things were shaking and falling in a mess of white silk and satin, and... shapes were moving with the jerking movements of zombies in her general directions.
"You gotta be f*** kidding me" Sveta muttered under her breath.
"THIS ENTIRE PLACE IS A LIE! IT CAN GO STRAIGHT TO HELL! WITH YOU!"
Mannequins all over the place were beginning to twitch and move, dragging gowns and veils along as they headed for the nearest living target.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!