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.
Site adaptation by Sen, Lix, and Tempest. <3
Just don't tell me Moms! (CS/Mirror/Princess/Carrick)
”If it is they lost my invite in the mail!” Sam said ice mirror’s erupting ever time Sam passed someone. Between him and Carrick they seemed to pulled enough attention. Sam also made sure to keep his distance from Carrick. Weather it was the kid or not Sam didn’t want to be in swinging distance of those claws. They cut though he robes with each swipe leaving a trail of red behind.
Should I be upset about the lack of invite?” he asked disarming a robbed man with a ceremonial dagger. ”No, I’m actually okay with it.” he grumbled as he kept trying to hit Carrick with a cold blast every time the shifter was spending too much time near someone.
”Hear that kid? The Princess is safe. How about we take you both home now?” there was another scream and Carrick leapt from a robbed figure then slowed hearing the words ‘home’ and ‘Princess’.
Carrick’s beast form exhaled heavily his breath visible. It was cold but he was covered in fur. ‘She’s safe...’ the shifter looked around still in fight mode trying to ignore the voice in the back of his mind. His prey was still alive and they tried to take something of his.
Another I beam launched forward and Sam fired a blast of cold at the one who kept sending them. They staggered then were met by Carrick’s other face via pounce.
It was hard to clean up a battle ground when most of one's energy was focused on keeping one's own teammate in check. It was not a good look. Technically, Carrick was not an X-man, he was a civilian who got caught in the middle of this, but he was a Mansion student, and therefore Gawain and Sam's responsibility. Even in his furry form.
The cold seemed to do the trick. The robed figures went down, and they either got stashed in mirrors or shot with ice. Carrick slowed down, but was not done pouncing and mauling yet.
"We're done!" Gawain told him, keeping an eye on the rest of the opponents "You can stop now. Let's go go get the princess and go home, hm? Can we do that, big guy?"
Home.... Princess... They were done. At least that was what he heard. ‘She’s safe.’ the shifter’s head shook not believing it. Everyone was keeping her from him. She wasn’t here and they were all to blame. It was cold though. Carrick looked down at the person pinned under him and he snarled once then he looked up and let out a low growl.
‘I owe you one.’ the voice said as he felt his body shiver he was suddenly cold. His hair receded along his body and his claws started to turn back onto hands. He grunted and shuddered onto of the pinned cultist and looked down to his tattered clothes. Then to Sam and Gawain. ”About time ya got here... show up when all the heavy lifting is done eh?”
Looking down to the cultist he grabbed them by the robbed collar and smirked, ”Spread the word. Stay away from me girlfriend or I won’t stop him from killing everyone last one of ya.” Carrick stood up and brushed his tattered jeans trying to down play his exhaustion.
”Someone mention home?” he asked tail flicking behind him. ”Think the Princess needs some medical attention...” he looked around. Where is she?”[/color] he asked curiously ignoring the bodies littered about the construction sight. There was obviously a fight. Arrows and ice scattered about.
Sam sighed, glad the kid reverted back to his usual annoying self. Pinning a few of the cult members in ice he looked over to Gawain. ”We aren’t at school. Either you hit the kid or I’m gonna.” he said rolling his eye.
Gawain let out a long sigh as Carrick shifted back to his normal self. The fight was really done for now, unless there were more robed idiots lurking around looking for a beating. Gawain lowered his bow, keeping an eye out, just in case.
>>”About time ya got here... show up when all the heavy lifting is done eh?”
"Yeah well someone has to stick to protocol around here" the mirrorwalker muttered. The reinforcements would still have one hell of a long day with the cleanup.
>>”Spread the word. Stay away from me girlfriend or I won’t stop him from killing everyone last one of ya.”
"Yeah, right, okay, that's enough for one go" Gawain ushered Carrick away from the cultist before he could change his mind, or decide to send more messages. Also, girlfriend. Geez.
>>”Someone mention home? Think the Princess needs some medical attention... Where is she?”
>>"We aren’t at school. Either you hit the kid or I’m gonna.”
"She's on the next roof over. She's gonna be fine. But kid, you two need to get your teenage drama sh*t sorted out because this" Gawain gestured broadly at the battle scene "Is not something I wanna do again." he huffed, glancing at Sam "Still. Is it just me, or did you actually have some control over the big guy this time?"
Protocol? No, Carrick didn’t do protocol especially when someone he cared about was in danger. His tail flicked behind him as he mock bowed to everyone, ”Well while you all were worried about Protocol I was worried about the Princess.” he said folding his arms his tattered shirt was now becoming a nuisance. It was hard to be himself with the distraction so he pulled the rest of the shirt till it slipped off of him. He looked at his pants and decided to keep those on for now. They covered everything they needed to.
Next building over. The shifter looked up to the nearest building checking to see if he could see her on the roof. He was tempted to run off but stopped himself when Gawain spoke, ”Seems we’re on the same page. I don’t want to do this again either. Next time I’ll handle it meself.” he said thumbing his nose. ”If I knew I was gonna have to deal with everything on my own I wouldn’t have wasted my time talkin to ya.” he said puffing out his chest.
Sam approached and smacked the shifter in the back of the head. He didn’t have Gawain’s patience when it came to the kids. Especially when one was so willing to accept help but not thanks. Carrick growled at Sam and he ignored it, ”The words you’re looking for is thanks for helping me. I owe you both.” Sam sighed and shrugged, ”Personally we can call it even if you play my bar for St. Patties day.” Sam saw his opportunity and struck.
”Fine, we can discuss me payment then.” he said rubbing the back of his head. It wasn’t a violent strike he was used to it was more of a ‘quit being dumb’ smack he appreciated. ”Dunno.” Carrick said to Gawain, ”Maybe we just had something we both agreed on.” he said trying not to think about it. He was just worried about the Princess.
