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.
Things got dark quickly, as a moment of excitement from one clone erupted into a moment of violence. Zaid knee the girl said they just got reabsorbed, and she had already threatened to break their bones, but the sudden lack of movement made his ears flatten against his head. He got it a pan and quietly buttered bred, settling for the grilled cheese. It was faster and involved less time with the volition kid.
With delicate execution he made several sandwiches, a handful with ham and cheese, and a couple just cheese. He picked out one of the plain ones and quietly set the plate within the original Elke’s reach. He was feeling like the clone was almost as nervous as he was about crossing her now. A few moments later he produced a little plate of fried potatoes to replace French fries, and settled off to the side to eat. The warm food was comforting even if his companion was not.
”If you need stuff again next time I can drop some off. Since you’re trying to keep under the radar,” he offered. She may get upset and him again but he couldn’t help it.
He seemed to be a pretty good cook. He was quick and knew what he was doing. Elke fought off the urge to complain about it, or try to brag about how she knew how to hunt and skin rabbits. She... she didn't think he'd appreciate it like her brothers used to.
Instead, she kept her mouth sealed. Lips pressed together in a thin line as Zaid set a sandwich down in front of her. She stared at it for a long while, before reaching out to snag the plate.
She only hesitated once before picking it up. The clone on the seat beside her waited her turn to eat, before reaching for a sandwich of her own. "...Thanks."
A very zombie like groan warbled up from below the counter. Elke didn't even spare the clone a look as she crawled bit by bit back up into her seat. She was rubbing her jaw and the back of her head at the same time.
Zaid speaking up again caught her attention and she blinked at him from around a mouthful of grilled cheese. It took a moment of chewing before she could respond.
"Why?"
Both twins shared a look, before silently going back to eating.
"There won't be a next time. I probably won't be here."
Why? She looked at him like he had sprouted a second pair of ears. Zaid regretting offering, but it was too late as he ducked his head and picked out a potato to munch on. "Why? Because cooking is relaxing, and you helped me." He shrugged like it was a completely natural thing to say. A few more bites and he continued, "I know you think I'm too nice, but I'm not good at much other than cooking. It makes me feel less useless."
The food tasted good but lately anything he cooked just felt dry to him. He felt like he was fumbling through life this week trying to get his bearings back. The small things like cooking really did make him feel sane for a moment. But he had picked the wrong person to share those moments with, obviously. He never met someone who looked so likely to stab him for offering them something to eat. It flared that vein of frustration once again.
"Listen, you say you hate humans and how they treat mutants, and you want to fix all that on the one hand, but the other it feels like your just as inclined to be the one pushing the weaker person down. If you really want to make things better for us all, sometimes it means accepting some help. Your ego can probably take a hit just as much as mine can." Maybe he felt braver because she was younger, or because they had spared, or he had just run dry on emotions. In the end, he resumed eating with a rather forceful chomp, not even regretting the flash of temper.
Oop, seemed he'd caught on to her feelings about him. "Then learn some other skills. Unless you can defend someone with a frying pan like a cartoon character I don't see how this helps much at all for you not feeling useless." She chomped on another bite of sandwhich for a moment, before setting the whole thing down. "I didn't help you to help you, either. It's just dangerous to all of the other kids here if someones wandering around being a liability."
She had already ceased eating by the time he really laid in on her about the anti human rhetoric. Her clones shrank back a bit just from the bite in his words, though Elke hadn't moved. In fact, she leaned forward more as her face took on a slightly redder color. By the time he was done she was standing on the bar of her stool, so she could be a little closer to his height.
"Weak mutants are almost as bad as humans themselves! Throwing around fancy words while hiding in a school full of people stronger than you, instead of going out there and getting revenge for what was done! My EGO isn't the problem here. My EGO is what's kept me going through years of people older than me looking down their @#$ing noses at me!"
She slapped the plate on the counter with her half finished sandwhich on it at him, before climbing on up herself and pointing a small finger at his face.
"I need your @#$%ing help like a need a bullet in the head. I do @#%@ing fine on my own!"
She kicked another plate away, fully in tantrum mode.
"Maybe instead of throwing out advice you should focus on not ending up a victim next time, because next time there might not be anyone to come save your fluffy ass!"
Turning, she hopped off the counted and headed straight for the door that led outside. Screw it being super late at night, she didn't care. She didn't even wait for her clones to follow, simply yanked the door open, stepped out, and slammed it shut again with as much force as she could muster.
The clones didn't bother following, since they knew she would leave without them anyway. They simply shared a glance before scrambling to start eating again.
Zaid didn't respond as Elke blew up at him. He didn't flinch as the plate was slammed on the table, as she threw insults at him, even as the door slammed behind her. He wasn't eating anymore, but he didn't fight a single thing she said. Why? Because she was right. How could he argue when everything she yelled was just someone else saying all the things he was feeling in his own heart. Useless, weak, failure. Liability.
He made sure the remaining food was in reach of the clones. They hadn't yelled at him, and they were going to disappear anyway, right? No use making their simple existence worse than it was. Meanwhile, the outburst kept replaying in his thoughts.
Learn some other skills? He was trying. Stop being a liability? Yeah, he was trying that too. He wondered if Andrea would have been captured if it wasn't for him. If she hadn't defended him, maybe she would have gotten away. Could he have gotten revenge? Doubtful. Would it have made him feel better? Additionally doubtful. He put his dishes in the sink and decided he would come back later to deal with them. He couldn't even force himself to deal with them now.
With flat ears he retreated to his room, and tucked his fluffy tail back into bed. Jude could find him there later, looking like the coward he was. He didn't care. He was tired of pretending. He wanted to be safe here, but even people in this mansion saw exactly what he did.