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.
Site adaptation by Sen, Lix, and Tempest. <3
I tend to thrive in tense situations:Stronglyagree/agree/dis
What a bunch of @#$holes. They put a dumpster on her.
I mean, she'd shown to be pretty much invulnerable after all of their efforts, so it was a sensible thing to do, but how shitty! She'd been poking around for Haven at one of the more petty crime related gangs, aiming to use her small stature to get herself into a mule sort of position with them in order to learn enough about their operation to blackmail them into moving off of Haven's turf. Unfortunately, they weren't interested, so instead they decided to made fun of her.
So she tazed one in the hoohaw, and they'd responded by throwing her to the ground and kicking her from all angles. After they were tired and their feet hurt, and they noticed she was fine about it all, they'd decided to use baseball bats and crowbars. Two broken bats and a bent prybar later, they'd just decided to top a dumpster over on her and leave.
So there she was, sitting there. A whole ass dumpster laying sideways on her. She was pretty sure a grown man couldn't lift this thing, so what was she gonna do? Lay there until someone found her, was what. It wasn't like that would be any time soon. She was in an alley outside of some sort of dry cleaner or no, a tailor. Who even went to tailors these days? Yup, she was gonna be here a while.
Boredly, she started speaking in a slightly elevated voice. "Help. Stuck here. Dumpster on me. Help a sister out. Super heavy dumpster. I'm twelve. Really could use a hand here, not gonna die but super bored. Stinky dumpster on a rich child. Not a good look. Assistance required. Help please. Please help. Yup. Still here. Still twelve. Big old trash can..." She went on for hours until someone finally wandered by...
Javier went to work early in the morning. Now that he did not live above the shop anymore, but rather shared a household with Booker (and all the perks that went with that), he had a new-found appreciation for walking to work in the mornings with a cup of coffee and time to think and clear his head. It was a good habit to take on.
Opening up the tailor shop he got to work in the back room. He noted that he'd forgotten to take the trash out the night before; he had been in a bit of a hurry on his way out. Grabbing the full bags he opened up the back door to the alley, hoping to get an early jump on cleaning up.
Except, the dumpster was turned over.
How did that even happen?...
>>"Help please. Please help. Yup. Still here. Still twelve. Big old trash can..."
Javier blinked, paling as he realized the child's voice was coming from under the dumpster. The trash bags hit the ground as he hurried over, taking in the gruesome scene: a little blonde head poking out from under the dumpster, talking... nonsense. She must have been in shock. Javier did not see any blood, but that did not change the fact that holy hell there was a kid under the dumpster!
"SH*T!... Oh my god! Hey. I'm here. What..." how was she even conscious? Was it the adrenaline?... "Don't move! I'll get you out of there... What happened?"
Ten hours. Yup. It had been ten hours. In that time L had managed to memorise a five minute loop of words describing the situation she was in and asking for help. By the time She heard a voice her own words sounded like a string of meaningless sylables to her, having repeated them hundreds of times.
It took her a whole few seconds to realize someone was talking to her. Her soft blue eyes looked up blankly to the man who was freaking out. "Woah there cowboy. Y'think it was an emergency." She blinked a few times, and then looked down at the dumpster on her. "Oh right."
He promised to get her out of there, and she stared at him. "Yeah... You got five or so muscle men in there to help lift, cause if not you need to get on the phone." She paused for a second. "Y'know beggars can't be choosers, but if they could be scantly clad muscle men I wouldn't complain." This thing was heavy. One person couldn't lift it, right?
For now, she just stared at the rather normal looking man with that same bored look. No biggie, just covered in a half ton of metal.
>>"Woah there cowboy. Y'think it was an emergency. Oh right."
The girl must have been pretty out of it. Probably in shock. Javier was surprised she was even conscious, but then again maybe the pressure from the dumpster was... pressing on her nerves or whatever. He was not a doctor. This situation needed a doctor. And someone to lift the dumpster.
>>"Yeah... You got five or so muscle men in there to help lift, cause if not you need to get on the phone. Y'know beggars can't be choosers, but if they could be scantly clad muscle men I wouldn't complain."
The child was... not making a lot of sense. Probably delirious.
"No, it's okay, I can..." he reached for the dumpster, but paused. Vague memories of medical dramas with sexy doctors drifted into his mind (sue him). What if he lifted the dumpster and she bled out right away? Or... whatever? He crouched down, looking at the girl. "I'm going to get this off of you, okay? I promise. But I need to call the ambulance first. A doctor needs to be here when I lift this thing, so they can help you. Alright? Just... hold on for a moment." he pulled out his cellphone to dial 911.
The little girl stared up at him as he reached down to grab the edge of the dumpster. Surely he wasn't serious. There was no way in sam hell this boy was gonna- he stood again. Right! Damn right, he was just talking machismo when he said he would lift it off alone.
What was he doing, now? Calling the cops?! Aww, sh- "Nope, no cops... None of that. Just the strippers, please. Look, I'm fine, kay? I'm not even hurt, just stuck. Get the darn thing offa me, and no fuzz, okay?" She shifted about a little bit, and started reaching for something with her little hand. Dangit, it was hard to move.
"Hurry, if you could. Been stuck for, like, a billion hours, now. Starting to get a little antsy." Jees, did she have to get stuck with someone who thought things over? Where were all the stupid people this early in the morning? Oh right, sleeping in. Great.
>>"Nope, no cops... None of that. Just the strippers, please. Look, I'm fine, kay? I'm not even hurt, just stuck. Get the darn thing offa me, and no fuzz, okay?"
Well, the child had an attitude. And she did not want cops. What kind of a trouble could a child be with the authorities? Was she a runaway of some sort?... She did not look like a runaway. She did sound like someone much older than she looked. Maybe the shock was making her revert to adult movies she had not been supposed to watch. Or something.
The phone rang.
>>"Hurry, if you could. Been stuck for, like, a billion hours, now. Starting to get a little antsy."
"Look, I'm going to get this off of you as soon as I can. But..." Javier crouched down again, waiting for the line to connect, trying to think of putting things in easy terms "The weight on you might be... preventing you from bleeding. I can't lift it until we have an ambulance here to help if that happens. Okay? I promise I won't go anywhere."
