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.
Central Park was definitely starting to become one of Tahj's favorite scene in New York City. Aside from the natural greenery in the middle of the concrete jungle, Tahj found it the perfect spot to relax after an intensive day of hard work and being on his feet all day. Plus, it gave him way more room then his studio apartment.
It was late afternoon, about an hour before sunset and Tahj was getting ready to leave for the day and head back to his place for dinner. However, things were about to take a turn for the worst. Off in the distance, Tahj made out what looked to be clowns. Now, the clown craze had come and gone so Tahj chalked the appearance to maybe being there for a child's birthday. Still, Tahj adjusted his baby blue short sleeve button up and cautiously headed in the opposite direction.
Zek was not wearing his trench coat. He was wearing sunglasses, however. Shorts, sandals, and a t-shirt starring a cartoon cactus captioned with “Free Hugs” completed his sunny-day ensemble. It wasn’t really the right vibe to go around in his coat, especially not to a park. It wasn’t like he was going to a dog park, where life and death events happened.
As it was, zek had decided to scope out some of the street artists and performers in the park, hoping there were some new acts. He tried to space his visits out for this purpose, allowing the artists, musicians, or whomever to naturally flow in and out and keep things fresh.
And things certainly looked fresh, even if the arrangement wasn’t quite as diverse as normal. A lot of the musicians, dancers, and other acts seemed to have been driven out by a lot of clowns. Eh. Clowns weren’t really his thing, but he didn’t have the aversion to them that so many others had.
Several clowns seemed to be converging on one point in the park and Zek, sensing a budding performance in the making, drifted in that direction, occasionally eating a piece of his funnel cake that he’d picked up from a vendor.
While on his clown Exdous, Tahj looked behind him one last time and while doing so, accidentally bumped into a park patron.
"Sh!t, 'xcuse." Tahj quickly recovered and looked at the man he bumped into. His southern accent glazing his words like a thin syrup. "Them clowns back there freak me the f%#% out." The graduate student chuckled awkwardly and looked back at the congregation of clowns. "What'd think they're doin'?" The longer he stared the stiffer the hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention. He licked his thick bottom lip. Maybe it was a New York City thing.
Then again, clowns? There had to be at least a dozen of them and they didn't look to jovial. In actuality, Tahj didn't like clowns. At all especially after learning about how they're based on making fun of black people.
The clowns seemed to be attracting a lot of attention from people all over the park. Zek approved. Anything that could get so many people looking away from their phones was a major accomplishment. Or sorcery. Either way, it was looking to be interesting. In fact, the clowns were attracting so much attention that some folks failed to pay attention to anything else around them.
Exhibit A, one guy just totally knocked into another guy, not five feet away from Zek. And because Zek really didn’t care about boundaries (person or otherwise) he had no compunctions against listening in on the soon to be fight.
Wait, they weren’t in a movie. There was no fighting, just lame small talk. Zek grinned and as he maintained his relative as he continued heading toward the clowns, he pitched his voice at the knockabouts. “It’s obviously a clown college celebration,” he said in his best slightly-condescending “I’m a total nerd and am an expert on this obscure thing so you better listen up, bub” voice. He spoke again: “This is the traditional massing of the masked in celebration for the graduation of the latest class of clowns.” He stuffed more funnel cake in his face.
Between the funnel cake and his totally made up lies, he was definitely full of it.
And then the clowns all appeared to be where they wanted to be and slowly started coalescing into a circle.
