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.
It felt good to be moving fully again after so long and the people at the mansion were right, it had helped. After a few sessions her memory had started to come back, sure it was in bits and pieces but after more than a year living in a fog Cait was finally able to know who she was and where she came from. She was still missing some time, but it was the area around the closing of the rift. She still had no clue how she had ended up on the wrong side of tear, or how she had arrived at the mansion with some serious injuries and no memory of, well anything.
The physical recovery had been relatively easy with the help from the doctor they had on staff but the mental rehabilitation had tested their limits. Cait had spent more than a few sessions talking, crying and screaming with no progress on her memories before someone finally had the bright idea to get her to train. They knew she'd been an X, or at least their version of the X's, and the slow introduction to activity had been exactly what her mind needed to work through whatever had been stopping her from remembering. It also had the added benefit that she'd gotten most of her confidence back and wasn't nearly as jumpy or prone to summon knives as she'd been before.
Which was, well good if you didn't want to accidental stab a kid or something.
So far they'd taken it easy on her, doing basic fitness stuff and only introducing her to the danger room for power practice. Probably a good idea given the nature of her power but she'd taken to it easily, even thrown herself into it when she felt the old thrill coming back. Her training, her lessons with Impact and Combatant, it all clicked again and she'd soon been showing she wasn't some daft kid with no idea what she was doing. She was good. Well, by her standards at least and her carers, for lack of a better word, seemed impressed by her progress at least.
Wiping the last of the sweat from her eyes and surveying the damage to the targets the room had summoned, she reckoned she was ready for one finally step. "Ok guys, I think it's time you let me cut loose," she shouted up, pretty sure she was being watched in case she somehow hurt herself. "Give me something with some challenge, I want to see just how much I remember."
Nursing more than few bruises after her morning in the danger room, Cait still felt pretty good about the whole session. Being able to let her hair down after so long and just kind of live in the moment had be amazing, especially since it let her work out some of her stress with zero guilt about hurting anyone. Sometimes, you just really needed to stab something and she was so glad that she didn't need to worry about replacing a punching bag or training dummy if she 'accidentally' got carried away.
She was sure as ever that she was ready, for what exactly she hadn't really planned and how she had no idea but she did at least know she was ready. Sure, she had some ideas and the vague sense of something maybe resembling a goal but she hadn't really had the time to sit down and really think about what she wanted, now that she was stuck. Her own place would be a start, at least one instrument was of course vital and dear god did she need to go out dancing but as for anything serious or responsible? No clue at the present. Sure, she could probably try out for the X's on this side and she was pretty sure she had the training and the skills to help them out but she just had too much, life stuff to do that she was putting off talking to one of the people who might be able to help with that.
She also had a small list of people she needed to have a proper sit down and talk with, namely a certain younger version of Impact she'd heard about. Her and maybe this actual non-mirror imprisoned Mirror she'd been told was around. The more she really thought about it the more her list kept expanding with one person consistently near the top.
Cait Hawke, or at least whatever version of her that lived in this world. Sure she was curious, not that she could really be blamed for that, however there was more to it than just idle curiosity. They'd be the closest thing to a family she'd have over here and she was damn sure going to find them, meet them and hug them. Because she needed more hugs, she needed all the hugs and she had plenty of missed hugging time to catch up on.
Taking stock of her very meagre possessions, she was at least glad her jacket had survived whatever had happened. The rest of her uniform had been pretty badly ruined, her boots were missing completely and the mask had been shattered on one side. With the state it was in she was honestly surprised it had held together long enough for her to arrive at the mansion and while it was clean now, she'd been told it was in one hell of a state.
Touching the sharp edges of all that was left of one side, she wondered just how bad it had been. Was it a fight or some kind of accident? Or worse was it the effects of whatever forced her into another universe. Whatever it was, one thing was definitely certain. She didn't need it here. Mutants had a voice, a face and she was damn sure she was going to help protect it.
Just after she'd taken a shower and a nap. And maybe had some cake.
