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.
She jumped slightly as he appeared suddenly in front of her, turning to confirm that he had moved and not just sprouted a duplicate.
When she turned back, she was clearly no longer impressed.
"No thanks, I don't wanna. Can you even prove those things anyway? I didn't actually set anything on fire, I didn't assault anyone who didn't deserve it, vandalism is vague and I could argue against that... and aren't you trespassing too? You aren't a cop, are you? Otherwise, you would be reading me my rights right now."
She tried to peek around him to see if she could get around him. Hm... probably a no go. Darn.
She turned and fiddled with one of the zippers on her backpack, grabbing something out real quick. "Man, I didn't wanna resort to this..."
A metal pin was tossed casually over her shoulder as she held up a grenade in her other hand, grasping the trigger securely.
"I'm only a minor right now because of some whack mutant running around. ID says I'm like, 20 or something. It could wear off at some point and I don't doubt the cops in this city wanting to throw another brown person in prison for life. I'm sure they'd find a way. So, how about you let me leave and I'll detonate this harmlessly in a dumpster somewhere? Or would you rather help the cleanup crew scrub bits of me off the walls?"
She held her stare, determined and serious. She wasn't gonna back down easily.
"I imagine there are security cameras around... Also, I'm sure you left finger prints on pretty much everything. I am a concerned citizen making a citizen's arrest, as per statute 317.42.13 of New York State law." He looked to her with a confident smile as she tried to peek around him, and he shifted a little bit as if to block her.
She started digging for something, and he stepped forward. "Hey, now, don't want you adding weapons charges to- holy @#$%!" She pulled out a grenade. An actual grenade.
His eyes widened as he stared at it, then looked down to her as she tossed away the pin. He tried to gauge if he would be able to jump forward, wrestle it from her hands, and throw it out the window in time... But... who could be out there? Someone could die, either way... This was bad. He qietly wished Juniper were here. She could phase out the blast cap and- wait... hold up... where did a ten year old get a #@$%ing grenade, anyway?
The X-Men hopeful blinked a few times, and his eyes darted about the room... Right. Pawn shop. There was a display with hollowed out grenades you could buy. It was missing one. He looked back to her.
"uh...huh. You do that, then. Or. You drop that, and help me tie this guy up. We don't have a lot of time, and I really want to help you out by saying you helped me aphrehend these guys." He shook his head at her, and then started to walk past her to the man on the floor. "Don't try to escape. You are strong for your age, but that means nothing against me."
She'd very nearly duped him. Saw it in his eyes when they widened and the gears started turning in his head.
But then he'd caught on that it was a fake and her bargaining chip was useless.
"Damnit..." Her expression fell flat and she tossed the fake explosive over her shoulder. She was running out of options of how to get out of this without hurting herself or him in the process.
The guy seemed determined to try and win her over for whatever reason. Who did that? Who still wanted to try and help someone else out after all of what he'd just witnessed?
She squinted at his back, confused and... flustered, and then begrudgingly walked on over to the unconscious blob on the floor. She wasn't sure where the tall guy had gotten all this rope he was using to tie up the bad guys but figured he must have had it squirreled away somewhere on his person the whole time. Prepared before he'd ever encountered the situation, maybe?
whatever the case, she expertly hogtied the guy with his wrists and ankles fastened behind his back. He was squishy, but not liquidy. She tied it tightly and with a secure knot and stepped back to scratch her head and ponder on what to do. The girl was... confused, to say the least.
She'd never had someone ask her nicely to just stand around and wait to be arrested before.
"I've never tied up something I wasn't gonna kill and eat after." Elke muttered, while her twins were busy poking at the unconscious brick woman.
"Is this what you do to all of the bad guys you encounter? Why not just break their legs or something?"
Was he gonna try and tie her up too? They would be having some words if that were the case.
"What's the point of being nice to people who are just going do the same thing over again when they get back out?"
He smiled a bit when she deflated with a damnit. He had to admit, though, when she got to tying the man up it was like he'd done this before. It was enough that he almost believed her when she stated she usually killed and ate what she tied up.
She protested, and he raised an eyebrow. "Not exactly. I just has a feeling about you, I guess. And here you are, helping out, so I suppose I wasn't too far off! As for the ones I beat up, why would I damage them for life? There is always a chance at redemption. It's not my place to judge, just to save." He grinned again, and then turned to check the ropes on the man.
"Wow, this is pretty good... did you do rope craft at some point?" He pulled a little bit... snug! "I did when I was a falcon scout, but I never learned how to hogtie quite this well..." Not a lot of hogs roaming about montana to practice on. He looked over to the twins who were poking the KO'd giantess. "Your sisters don't really talk a whole lot, huh..."
She blushed. Damnit, she blushed! Good in her? Who was he to assume how good or not good she was?! She'd just met him like ten minutes ago!
"I don't think certain people deserve to breathe the same air the rest of us breathe, so... whatever I guess. Believe what you want, dude. I will still think some people deserve to be ejected into space instead of any kind of redemption."
It got under her skin, just a little though. Were people like him the reason that bad guys with fat stacks got away with so much? Probably. "I think your belief system only works in an idealistic world. People here, in the real world, thrive on that kinda stuff."
Maybe this wasn't the time for a debate, though. She hadn't agreed to stay after all. She was just biding her time.
"....Rope craft...?" The Native blinked. Was that like, a scouts thing?
"I did when I was a falcon scout, but I never learned how to hogtie quite this well..."
Yep. He was a boy scout.
"I wasn't any kinda scout. My grandpa taught me how to hunt when I was younger. If you miss the heart on the first try, sometimes you need to be able to secure the legs so you can land a killing blow." Plain faced, she crossed her arms and stared at the back of his head. "A deer can deal some serious injury on you if you don't get the hooves under control, and when you're roasting smaller game over a fire if you don't tie your knots just right your meal falls into the coals and you have to suffer with ashy meat." She'd learned the hard way after her grandfather had passed.
Her clones looked up as they were mentioned, sharing a glance before trotting over themselves to form a half-circle around him.
"They aren't my sisters. I've only got brothers, or... had. I think one of them is dead now." She shrugged to herself. "Those are copies of me. I made them. A little dumb most of the time but they do what I say to do when I need them to do it, so they're useful."
"I'm still mad at you about that cats!" One of the clones snapped, before crossing her arms and pointedly turning away. The other shifted awkwardly on her feet, blushed bright red, and twiddled her thumbs.
"..... I like your hair. It's floofy."
Elke didn't spare them any attention seeing as she was busy shoving a knife into the tall blonds lower left side. She probably missed a kidney, maybe.
"... They also make excellent distractions." She left the knife there, a short two-inch blade she had crafted from a broken kitchen knife and an antler. "Hope you don't die! Bye!"
And then the short, horrible girl turned and sprinted away. Out the broken front door and into the night.
"Oh no! She got you good!"The clone that had been blushing hurried forward to offer her coat as something to stop the blood with, while the grudge-holding one stayed firmly rooted to the spot where she stood.
"Man, she must really like you. She only stabbed you with the tiny knife!"
He didn't look up from his rope testing to see that she was blushing. She was just a ten year old girl, after all, what was there to blush about? She critisized his thoughts, and he simply smiled meekly as he worked away."I think it doesn't matter, honestly... Not to me. I decided how I wanted to be a long time ago, and I decided I wasn't going to change my mind on it."
He did look up when she started talking about herself. She knew how to actually hunt? Wow, that was pretty neat. He listened intently as she spoke, and then looked over at her clones as she changed the subject.
"Wow! They look so real... That's a pretty neat power." He blinked a few times as one of them grumped about the cats again... Seriously, who just went around throwing cats in trees? The other one, he finally realised, was crushing something fierce. He wanted to chuckle at that, but he felt a sudden punch in the lower back.
"Oh, ow..." He paused... She was running? Didn't she know he would- He felt a severe pinch as he stood, and reached back to see what it was... Oh... There was something sticking... "You STABBED me? Really?!" He took a few steps after her before the room started spinning. "Oh..." He said as he stumbled to one knee, and the room started to go fuzzy just as the sound of sirens was beginning to close in on the small shop.