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.
Shelby pulled away with a light dusting of pink on her cheeks and a grin on her lips. A mask was produced and that made the whole idea of an art heist waaay more authentic. This was really happening! Maybe it was the booze, or maybe the thirst for justified revenge, but she liked how it was all coming together.
Shelby watched to see how Steph put hers on, and then followed suit. The only time she had worn a mask like that before had been during Mardigras once, and it hadn't stayed on very long when her girlfriend at the time had gotten her way. Stained most of her face purple for days, too!
"No worries. Not many mutations surprise me these days after my own popped up out of nowhere."
They floated toward the entrance painting that would give them access to the studio and she reached out to snag one of Steph's hands. Despite her resolve, she was still a bit nervous. "Alright. Here goes!"
She touched the frame and they Popped into the storage area one blink later. It was well lit where they landed, with high shelves stacked with cloth-covered paintings of various sizes. The hall ran the entire back of the building with an office at one end, a private locked storage area at the other, and a small bathroom tucked in the middle.
Turning, she sifted through the stack of paintings directly behind them until she found the one they had just exited, as well as the others she had been set to hang.
"Be right back!" She whispered, juggling the large frame in her arms before popping back out of existence for a moment.
Shelby reappeared with her arms free a moment later, out of a different painting, and adjusted to being back. "Oof... doing that too fast is disorienting... this way to the pricey stuff!" She waved Steph along, creeping down the hallway toward the locked room. The roaring sounds of a party in full swing could be heard through the walls, as Bradly had broken out a microphone so that everyone was sure to hear him.
Ride or die was one of those phrases that rose to popularity during the years Stephanie no longer remembered. She understood the idea now, because Shelby, with no advanced warning or established relationship, was ride or die. Not many people threw themselves into a crime so readily; this had some promise.
Mental note: it would be very unfortunate for this girl to be an awful thief.
When Steph touched the framed portal, nothing happened, proving Shelby had to be the one open the door. Without liquor, Steph could have considered how terrifying a power that was, to be able to trap people in paintings. Not tonight, though. Tonight, it was more of a, “Fuck yeah, art portal world!”
Holding her breath, Steph waited until, all at once, she popped into the real world. As promised, instead of the sidewalk, they emerged in the abandoned backroom. The sounds of high society, muffled by doors and hallways, could be made out from the other room. Success!
Time passed before the swimming of Steph’s head stopped. The feeling was different from shadow-hopping. She got to be a shadow for that. Shelby excused herself and Steph—who should be Silhouette any minute now—could not argue before she popped away. That gave Steph the chance to look at the painting Shelby left behind in earnest.
Wait. No, no, no, that was dumb and made no sense. Steph was here on a Syndicate freelance job to steal one specific piece and at least three others to keep the target less obvious. Why on earth, of all the paintings, did the mysterious benefactor of this job want Shelby’s painting?
On cue, the pink-haired artist popped back and Steph had to fight the instinct to jump. Not only was that mutation a weird little jump scare, but Steph suddenly felt guilty knowing she was sent here specifically to steal her new friend’s art.
”Ambitious, I like that.” There were some high-priced pieces stored here. Why were those not the target?
Steph followed, grimacing at the voice of the pretentious bigot on a microphone, switching her change of thought. ”Dumb men like to be loud, she muttered. ”I’m sorry part of being a creative is selling yourself to idiots like that.”
Getting to the back of the hall, Silhouette looked into the two doors. The office was useless to her, though she noted what she saw, in case it became useful. The other door had a small window near the top. Discretely, her shadow peered under the door, but the thief felt the resistance as it met darkness within.
Thinking for a moment, the best idea she came up with involved her phone. It was disconnected from service because she researched phone tracking since her return, but she could turn on a flashlight function. Looking at the window, it was easily in Silhouette’s reach, but… well, she had a significant number of inches on Shelby. ”Do you think you can hold the light up through that window? On your tiptoes maybe? I swear I’m not teasing you for being a shorty.” It only sounded like it.