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.
"It was good....but I don't think it was worth it. You can get similar taste from just cinnamon without the devil's fruit stuck in there. And where I'm from we love spicy," Beau said flatly. He blinked at the girl's logic. That don't make no sense...
But he wasn't going to disagree with her because he actually liked her and didn't want to ruin that. "I didn't want you to though. I mean I thought it was...unpleasant, and I'm used to heat. And I didn't want you to hurt," he countered with his own logic before listening further.
He smiled, shaking his head. "I think you were already cooler than me, but if you wanted bonus cool points then I can't say I can stop you. I mean, I couldn't out-cool you if I wanted to. All this was yo' idea. I'm just doing what I was told." He gave another nod at his own sad logic. He thought that thing with her fingers was really cool but he didn't know how to tell her that, or what to say about it without sounding weird or awkward, so instead he just stared.
Beau had said so many interesting things that Kalos wasn't even sure where to start. "I thought the devil's fruit was... you know... with the part that... you know?" She was making some odd motions with her hands that weren't really helping. And the more she looked between Beau and her hand motions... Kalos turned a few shades of purple and gave up. More than gave up, she put her hands down on the carpet and put her knees over them to keep them from escaping.
"Well where I'm from there wasn't spicy... or many spices. There was figs, though. And olives." Nobody ate figs here. It sorta made a disproportionate amount of her life feel like a lie. "Am I supposed to go my whole life without knowing what spicy is tasting like?" Or feeling like? She sorta still felt it making her nose run.
He... he thought she was cooler than him? She scooted closer for better inspection of his face in case it was a lying face.
"Why would you think I'm cool? You make slime. That's way more fighty." Was this all her idea? She rocked back and forth as she thought that over. Yeah. She'd sort of bossed Beau a bit... and Beau hadn't even minded.
"Why do you do as your told?" She hadn't yet settled into that, though Kalos was assured that some day she would want to.
"Oh, that's just what my family called ridiculously hot peppers," he explained with a shrug. "I have no idea what those gestures mean." He gave a small laugh, a lot more relaxed than he had been when she'd first met him. Now, he was comfortable, and showing his true self, the one he normally hid under a hoodie.
"Where I'm from, I'm convinced there is only spices," he joked with a laugh. "Figs are good, I think. I've had em in jam and these sandwich cookies by dad used to buy. I don't like olives though. They're nasty." He laughed again. "Okay, you got me there. Spicy is good, but....not that spicy. Kick with flavor is good, but I don't understand spicy fo' the sake of killing your tastebuds and making you cry. Maybe I can get ahold of some real cajun cooking one day and I'll let you try it," he said with a nod.
"Because you're confident. And nice. And your look is really cool. I'm not fighty...I'm just a weenie," he said, his voice starting off bright and getting sort of sheepish as he got to the part about himself. "I can't even control what I do, it just happens sometimes." He shrugged, opening a piece of his mint chocolate and popping the whole thing into his mouth.
"That's just what I was taught to do. I do what I'm told so I don't get in trouble, usually. I do what you told me because they seemed like good ideas," he admitted.
The devil's fruit was a name for hot things. Not, er... the more reproductive things that she'd been trying and failing to hand motion instead of say. It was good he didn't know. Him not knowing was the best case scenario, really.
"I want to try everything. But the favorite so far is sweet things. Chocolate. I never met nobody who doesn't like chocolate so far." Lots of spices may have been a foreign concept, but nearly everything had been a foreign concept at first. Like pants.
She did have to concede the make-you-cry point. Try as she might to resist, and she did try, Kalos had cried. The tears had rolled down her cheeks. She pat the same cheeks again just to make double sure they were dry again. It wasn't her cheeks that she was feeling, though. It was her nose still running.
"I would try your not crying spice." If for no other reason than it looked like something important to Beau. Kalos would do anything to keep the people she liked around her happy.
He told her that she was cool. Her look, her bossiness. He had a point, but she stared at him while he said it. He sounded like he... liked? Being bossed around?
"Oh. I can make more good ideas." She did smile, then. And she found that mint chocolate he liked and broke off a piece to... well, not share. She broke the broken piece in half and then she offered him one half.
