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.
'Good. I got offstage quick because audiences don't take well to injured animals, so I wanted to hide that from the people and the cameras. Make sure that reputation of yours is as pretty as you are,' he said with a nod of his sheepy head.
'Yeah...we ain't going home with any prizes, but it was fun. Not to sound cheesy or spill that bull**** about the real treasure being the friends ya make along the way or anythin'. Winnin' woulda made it a heap better, but no regrets.' He walked around, testing the ankle a bit.
'It hurts, but it ain't terrible. We can make it back no problem.' He laughed in her head. 'Carry me? Babygirl you couldn't even dip me,' he teased lightly, winking at her again. Once she had everything in order, he'd lead her out of the building, and they'd have a healthy walk right back to where they met. 'So, I guess first things first,' he said as they walked, 'my name's Jericho. I can turn into bovines, which includes cows, sheep, goats, and even antelope, but oddly enough doesn't include sea-cows,' he said; he would have shrugged but there was no real way a sheep could have managed that.
The walk would be a slow one, and it would lead them to a building right across the street from where they met. 'Behind that dumpster is a crate, and under that crate should be a duffel bag. In that bag, in the front pocket, you'll find a key. Mind grabbing the bag and following me upstairs?"
Her reputation? Spencer laughed as he first tested his ankle and they began to walk. Audiences didn't take well to hurt animals? PSH. "You left me! I mean, I dropped you, so tit for tat and all that, but YOU LEFT ME." Maybe he owed he three. Yeah, three was good.
"Jericho." She mused. "So you are a man under all the wool." And that was an interesting list. She opened her mouth and he already had an answer for her. No. No sea cows. Spencer pouted. Sea cows were adorable. People were still giving her the most strange looks considering that she was talking to a sheep.
"I'm just Spencer. No fancy antelope or whatever." They did eventually make it back to where they'd started this wandering excapade. She'd told him that she'd help, which was a bummer, but she'd already agreed so she figured she could hold her nose and go dumpster diving or whatever.
Thankfully it was just next to the dumpster. Not in it.
"Gross. You make a habit of hanging out near dumpsters?" She hefted the bag, it wasn't too bad. Felt like mostly shoes and clothes. "I wanna see you do the thing. You know. The mutant thing. I deserve at least that much, right? Since you owe me three?" She smiled hopefully.
'I didn't leave,' he protested, looking at her. 'I waited for you. Only an idiot would leave you behind like that.[/color]' The sheep gave a sagelike nod.
'I know a talking sheep is somewhat mystifyin, Darlin, but yeah. This sexy bass has no business belongin to a sheep, right?' he gave a soft laugh, ignoring the people giving the odd looks, though it would have been really easy to freak them out. But he decided to behave, at least for now.
'Spencer. I like it.' They made it to the building okay, right back to where it all began. 'No, I don't make a habit of hanging around dumpsters,' he protested, deciding not to say why he had a bag of clothes there just yet.
'Sure thing, follow me,' he instructed as he trotted inside and up the stairs, and to his apartment on the second floor. 'Now if you'd grab that key and unlock the door...' Making his way inside, he kicked the door shut with his back leg.
'Three? I mean...I owed you two, one of which was going to be me shifting for ya...you'll have to come up with somethin' for the third one, alright?' He took a breath. 'So I can shift clothing but...well...'
With that, he began to shift, and the next minute or so was a rather weird sixty seconds, as if someone were playing with clay. When all was said and done, the two-hundred pound sheep had become a six foot two Texas bred gentleman, as naked as the day he was born. "Welp, here's the man under the wool," he said with a shrug and a charming smile, seemingly unphased by the lack of clothing.[/font]
