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.
“Fiiiiiiiinuh!” Zek drawled like the most dramatic and sullen teenager in the world. “You want me to look at what’s going on in the dog park? I’ll do it. I’ll be the bigger person and compromise!” He also rolled his his twice, very slowly and very blatantly.
He twisted his head slowly and just kept going. Once he reached about 180 degrees, and his physical limit, he snapped his head all around to the other side and continued into the 200 degrees until he was finally staring back at Stupidface’s stupid face.
“Happy now? It’s a dog park. This is what people do in a dog park!” It was because of the dogs, you see. When you consort with demons, they start getting into your head. First it’s just simple stuff, like patting their heads or giving their belly a rub, but before you know it, a huge chunk of your salary is down the drain, you’re spoon-feeding them from a bowl, and they have the best beds in the house.
Dogs were trouble. And evil. And they warped human minds until they were their simpering, stupid thralls. Just one of many reasons to vanish dogs on sight! And the dog park was clearly just reacting to these unnatural abominations like normal. Like, you went to the Devil’s playhouse and thought people were going to act normal?
Mae watched as the guy did the most dramatic scan of the dog park...and apparently saw nothing to be suspicious about. People were acting like dogs, dogs were acting like dogs, everyone was being wild and...oh, that person decided they didn't even need pants. That was awkward.
"If their behavior is normal, how about I just boot you from this bubble of safety so you can act just like them. You seem like the type of person who would enjoy being a dog... Heck, maybe some of them will reach you some manners!"
Mae pulled her powers in so exactly one of the guys ears exited the bubble. Enough to get a feeling for the evident brainwashing, while hopefully preventing the full impact. She didn't want to lose the only possible assistance, even if he was virtually hopeless.
“What’s this bubble of safety you’re talking about? Oh, is that what you call this stupid sound shell? What’s it supposed to save people from? The sound of your voice?” Zek began ranting, the blood boiling in his veins.
Then there was a weird whistling sound and Zek started scratching at his ear. “Like, the day was bad enough when I had to eject that dog. But then you come out of nowhere and tackle me and now some stupid face person is yelling at me. I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!”
Now he was full fledged pawing at his ear. He stuck his beautiful blue tongue out and started panting a bit from the exertion. That silly whistle just kept going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and you get the point. “And another thing, I have tons of manners! I have a letter from the Prime Minister of Wisconsin saying as much!” he spat at her. It was signed and everything!
Zek vanished one of his shoes and sat down on the ground, where he proceeded to grab his besocked foot and use it to really gouge behinds his ear. Oh, oh yeah, oh, yeah, oh baby that was the spot. His unused hand started slapping the ground.
