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.
Site adaptation by Sen, Lix, and Tempest. <3
I Brought... coffee. Yeah. I brought coffee. Talk? (Serena)
The whole deAging thing had been a chore. After she’d grown the hell up, Amelia had gone and blabbed to SUPER about several truths. Gotten things out in the open, and Sabine? Well Sabine had been as fair as she could possibly have hoped for. But it had kept her busy after everything was said and done. Unfortunately that had not given her much time to have real conversations with anyone.
She had gone through a deep psychic probe.
She had gone through several physicals.
She had taken several mental evaluations.
There had been other things. Amelia had gone through months of probationary period. She was still going to her psychologist. Still under watch by superiors. Or she supposed, they were considered SUPERiors. Ha.
Ha.
Shut up.
All the things she had gone through had been difficult, or easy (but humiliating). The psychologist had gotten her to talk about all sorts of things. Gummy feelings and whatnot. Which was funky. And weird.
She still wasn’t sure how deep the psychics had probed. But she was pretty sure they’d learned some stuff about her love life. Even if they’d insisted they were to focus on that one day, and the following days up until her deAging time. If they’d dug up into her deaged time... she wasn’t sure they’d have found much. She didn’t recall much. And there were blocks for what she did.
The feelings the psychologist had gotten her to dig into had left her wanting to text Serena a few times. And she had... but most of it had simply been stuff to let the woman know she was alive. No relationship stuff. She hadn’t wanted to kick the can of worms open, and she was pretty sure Serena appreciated it.
Some highlights:
“Yeah. I’m good.”
“You good?”
“Spaghetti? Yum!”
“That’s fun!”
“I’m dying.” Followed by a link to a funny video.
These are all things spaced over several conversations over several days. Nothing of substance. She hadn’t even broached the subject of her psychologist or SUPER yet. Amelia... had been a little scared. Because it was embarrassing.
But!!!! Today, she could handle embarrassing. She had had a good talk with her psychologist.
Amelia had dressed warm, in a long leather jacket with a scarf and a warm winter hat, and jeans. And only then had she called Serena’s cell, one foot out the door, in order to see if she could come by her place to visit.
“Hey Serena! Yeah. It’s Amelia. Is it okay if I come over? I know it’s been a minute but I was just wondering?”
She stood in the hallway of her apartment, waiting. Impatiently. Tapping a foot, even.
~*~
After the call had ended, Amelia hopped into a cab and headed that way. She got to the apartment and knocked. Unsure how this entire conversation would go. But!! She had brought Serena hot coffee, just like the woman liked it. So she had that going for her, which was nice.
Man psychology made her all sorts of self aware of her foibles.
Serena really wasn't sure if the regular texts from Amelia since she'd re-aged were to try and keep contact, or out of guilt or what but she always felt a weird pang in her chest when she read one, and feigned some half-hearted reply. It was just so... Messy.
How did you reconnect with someone that you had that much history with, and who had been through so much? How did you reconcile that at a moment of closure some asshole ripped all of it away from you, and then how beyond that did your reconcile with your Ex partner that you were a different person also?
The realisation that she was a different person had not come swiftly or easily, but it had none the less. Serena explored herself a whole lot while Ami was a teenager, and had continued to do so since she became an adult. One of her best friend's had children and got married. Her little sister had an apartment with a friend, she ran around saving lives on a regular basis, ect ect. Life moved on.
Then her phone rang. "I-oh." Her voice caught in her throat, knots were in places that knots should not be. "Yes. Okay. See you soon." She closed her phone and squeezed it. She had gotten one of those ridiculously sturdy phone cases since she started running around doing the hero thing but even so she could swear she heard a strain or a crack. Maybe imagination.
She made her way home from the mansion and got in barely two minutes before Ami knocked. Her coat was off, she was dressed in fairly smart skinny jeans, and a long sleeved dark red top. Her hair tied tightly back from frustration hours ago when she was going over papers. "Hi." She chirped when she opened the door with more energy than she expected to have.
And suddenly, there she was. As pretty as Amelia remembered her.
She took a moment, just to smile at her and say “Hi.”
Serena said hi back.
And Amelia said hi again. Realized what she’d done a moment later, and blushed. Apparently her brain needed a minute. It had a lot going on inside there.
“Can I come in?” She asked.
When she was invited, Amelia stepped inside the apartment. She found her way to the sofa, and sat down.
“So.” She said, resting her hands on her knees. She glanced around, rubbernecking until Serena had sat down too. “How have you been?” She asked. After a moment, Amelia added “I mean. With all the drama lately. We didn’t really get a chance to talk. About that. Or during that...” she squeezed her knees and smiled awkwardly.
“You look good, by the way.” She said. Had to catch herself. Brain had almost autocorrected that to ‘hot.’
