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.
Zaid noticed the kid also gave up his hoodie, and felt this was probably significant for both of them. He knew that being able to hide part of his appearance helped him feel less anxious, and he generally only felt okay showing both ears and tail around people he was comfortable with. If Beau was the same way then Zaid had done something right, at least.
Zaid considered the kids comment, and got plates out of a cupboard, then found some bread to toast to go with their rice. ”You make me feel like a philosopher, but I swear I’m mostly just passing advice on I’ve heard.” he paused and faced the kid so his words held more meaning. ”When my parents died, I couldn’t understand how to survive with so many bad things in the world. And someone told me: look at the stars.”
He mined a night sky and let the kid visualize with him. ”Why can we see stars? Because the sky is so dark. If the world didn’t have so many bad things, we could never feel how beautiful the good things are. When you find people that matter, or do something you love, that job feels so much stronger because the blackdeop of pain. No one ever wishes for the bad stuff. But you would never know to appreciate the stars in your life without them.”
There was that small secret he hadn’t shared before. In fact, it was part of why he spoke the way he did. When things overwhelmed him, he would remind himself to focus on his stars. With time, it just became a mantra.
Pulling the toast out, he buttered it then served the rice. ”I don’t see a fish-kid. I see a pretty smart teenager who just needs practice dealing with the crap in the world. Like me.” he admitted.
"Well, you heard more advice than me, I think. And it doesn't really matter where it came from if it's good. Long as ya pass it on and help someone else, that's what counts. I think, anyway," he said with a small shrug.
His yellow eyes focused on Zaid's as the other mutant spoke, giving more of his story. "I think I understand. Like, sometimes...darkness shows you the light in the world," he mused with a nod. "Though...I can say, I've seen a lot of stars since I've gotten here, in a sense. Other kids that have gone through similar if not worse things than I have. And we all seem to manage okay."
He waited for Zaid to finish buttering the toast, and fix the plates as the older mutants final words really sunk in and Beau felt tears welling up in his eyes. Once finished, Beau would climb down from his chair and give Zaid a brief, yet meaningful hug. "Thanks...that...that means a lot..." he said with a sniffle as he pulled away, then turned his attention to the food, a purple blush tinting his cheeks. He'd been taught not to cry in public but that went out the window all of a sudden.
Zaid tried not to feel awkward when the kid's eyes started watering. The attempt to keep the sniffle's at bay was warning signs to Zaid that maybe the kid wasn't one who liked to be caught crying. Should he look away? Distract him? Stars, what did normal people do?!
He picked up his food and coughed, motioning to the table. "It's nothing, really...Let's eat before anyone else shows up." He gave a little pat on the kids head though, hoping it conveyed he wasn't upset by tears, he just, didn't know if it was something he should acknowledge.
"Hopefully everything tastes okay." Zaid took a bite, hunger getting the better of him and soon there was little noise from him other than chewing. He tried not to be impolite though. If Beau didn't like it he could certainly put something else together.
Beau rubbed his eyes, blushing slightly as Zaid patted him on the head; he usually didn't cry in front of people but here....here he felt safe. Zaid was a safe person to be around, and Beau felt like he didn't have to try to hide or put up his guard when around him.
Oh right. They weren't the only ones here, just the only ones in the room at this moment. "Oh....yeah...right," the kid replied as he grabbed his food and took a bite, then another bite. And another.
After swallowing his food, he looked up at Zaid with a smile and gave a happy nod, not saying anything, just digging right back into the meal. He was apparently hungrier than he thought he was, but he still showed great table manners for his age, and in no time flat, his bowl was clean. "That was really good. Thanks. You know, for everything."
They finished eating and Zaid awkwardly brushed off the thanks. He felt glad he had convinced Beau to eat, it seemed neither of them had much time for that recently. The food was eaten with no leftovers, and he had an easy job cleaning up after himself. At least the mansion had a dishwasher. He was able to load, start it, and leave the clean kitchen behind without much fuss.
"Yeah, I mean, if you ever want someone to just, hide with, you can check if I'm around. Just the last door down the hall there..." He finished putting things away, and picked up his sweater.
"And hey, even if I go back to my old place, now I have a friend here to come back and visit sometime!" He encouraged.
His ears perked as he noted sound in the distance coming there way finally, and with an awkward wave, he motioned, then started the quick scurry back the way he had come.
