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.
Character's real name: Ian Beckford Codename/Alias: Griffin
Gender: Male Age: 16 Nationality/Ethnicity: Caucasian American Birthplace: Athens, Ga Personality: Quiet but good nature keeps to himself Notes (Hobbies, Phobias, Worries, ect.): Enjoys reading and playing video games and is afraid of snakes
Allegiance (Good, Bad, or Neutral): Good
Everyday clothing: Long brown trench coat to hide his mutation, casual but stylish clothing, and he wears a thin necklace with a cross emblem. Uniform (Optional. Required if eventually becoming part of the X-Men): Sleevelees shirt with holes cut in the back to allow for his wings to protrude, fingerless gloves, black pants, and simple but reliable boots Pajamas: plain red pajama bottoms
Hair color and style: Medium length and unruly dark brown , almost black, hair. Eye color: Bluish green Height: 6 feet Build: skinny but with some muscle definition
Scars: n/a Tattoos: n/a Piercings: n/a
Description of ability(ies): Flight achieved by huge raven colored wings protruding from his back, and superhuman eyesight allowing him to see within a mile of his current position Cons (weaknesses) of ability(ies): Flight can be lost by the loss of his wings Fighting style (if any): n/a
History of your character: Ian Beckford was born to a normal southern family in Athens, Ga. He was raised well but by bigots who saw mutants as freaks and enemies. Though he did not share these views he went along with it until his own mutations appeared. Shocking his family and freinds he was shunned and even beaten by those he had felt most comfortable with. Feeling alone and unimportant he began to wander the country seeing nothing else to really do with his life. That was until he got news of a school for people like him so now he heads there to see if he could find a place amongst them.
Sample RP: Ian read the newspaper with interest. Scanning it for any sign of mutant activity. He had just recently heard from a kind old trucker that there was a school for people like him. He just wanted some confirmation just something to concrete his beliefs. He had found some rather far fetched stories about some people called the X-men that he didn't know about and like usual he couldn't find anything in the useless paper.
"Dang it! Why can't I find out anything about this dang place!"
He slammed the paper down and looked out the diner window. He had just walked into the diner to grab something to eat with some of the money that man gave him. Why had that man helped him he didn't seem like a mutant. He must have been a kind soul just wanting to help someone mutant or not. What was taking that food so long he was hungry. Laying his head down on the table he began to drift back into his past. The family that had once accepted him, the friends that had betrayed him, the home that no longer accepted him, and the heartbreak of it all. He almost began to cry right there but refrained because of the others in the diner. Pulling himself together he looked up to see the waitress walking his way. She walked over and laid a plate down in front of him.
"You get the patty melt honey?"
"Yes mam I did."
She looked down at him in a kind of odd way making Ian shiver slightly.
"You know its kind of hot in here you wanna take that big coat off? We got a hanger over there by the door."
Ian quickly looked up at here quickly. He couldn't take off his coat it was enough already to hide it under the coat as it was.
"Is it hot? I didn't notice. No mam I think I'll keep my coat. Thank you though."
The waitress shook her head and walked off leaving a relieved Ian behind here. He sighed and looked down at his food. It was getting harder and harder to hide the wings protruding from his back. He couldn't go on doing it for much longer. He should probably getting out of here soon anyway better start eating. He looked down at his food and instantly he began to feel the immense wait of his hunger. Diving into his food like a rocket he began to wolf down everything on the plate. He got a few stares from assorted places in the diner but he didn't care he hadn't eaten in a while and was starving. Finishing his food he wiped off his mouth and walked up to the counter.
"How much do I owe you?"
The cashier looked down at his ticket and the back up at him.
"That would be $5.50 please."
Ian handed over the money and turned to walk out the door. He opened the door with a clink and was instantly hit by a rush of cold air. It was a strong wind favorable for travel. His kind of travel anyway. He turned to walk down the street looking for a deserted alley way. Finding one that suited him he removed his heavy coat and stretched his wings. It felt good to have them out in the open and he was dying to take off to the skies. Getting a running start he flexed his wings and took off soaring through the sky like a plane headed for the rumored location of the school he so desperately sought.
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