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.
"Hai~!" She'd nearly forgotten that she was tailoring this for the local perverts, not the ones back home. With a thought, the parts mentioned inflated to an appropriate degree. Bigger milk bags. Bigger butt. Larger lips. It was weird how humans fetishized specific body parts even though they didn't have anything to do with actually mating. She chalked it up to being bored as a species.
Her creation, now with over-emphasized parts, turned and started walking off. She directed it in the direction she had caught that cheap smelling deodorant coming from, and stood from her place on his shoulder and stretched, before hopping down. She needed to keep close enough that the construct wouldn't dispel on accident.
"Give me but a moment and I will ferret out some prey for you." She slunk off into the bushes with hardly any sound and vanished from sight.
The Geisha continued walking as Hiyori followed along hidden from view. There was a sway to her hips that was purposefully set to draw the eye in. She seemed blissfully unaware of her surroundings, head in the clouds and such, but it was only a side effect from Hiyori not bothering to make it seem like she was paying attention to anything.
A wold whistle picked up not too far down the path, and from the bushes a man appeared.
"Heeeey heyheyhey, pretty laaady." He was greasy looking, in baggy clothing, and with a fedora on his scraggly hair. He also had a very poorly bandaged nose. It was clear he had been punched, rather hard. A healing black eye gave a good guess as to how old the wound was.
Hiyori had her construct react in a startled way, and a bit shyly. She didn't want to startle the man seeing as he was already nervous for some reason. Kept looing over her shoulder as he approached the woman.
"What's a pretty lady like you doing dressed like that out here? Goin to a party?" Once he felt like the coast was clear, he grinned slimily and encroached further into her space. "I can show you a real party, baby~"
Ugh. Humans.
She directed the Geisha to gasp and turn to run, only off into the bushes beside the road. Further off the path and out of public view.
She slunk along behind, low to the ground as instinct kicked in. The man was prey now. Marked and doomed. One way or another he wasn't getting out unscathed.
The man, Doug as it were, couldn't believe his luck! The lady had just... run off into the bushes? Like.. he didn't even need to drag her there? Suddenly giddy, he hurried after her. "Waaait, don't run! I won't hurt ya!" He was giggling like a true creeper.
The Geisha stopped under the shade of a few taller trees. It was darker there, cut off from view by thick bushes and branches. Dough figured he had her cornered. Figured she was probably stupid or something. His puls was going 90 miles an hour because this never worked! It was the first time!
"Lemme see your face again, sweetheart." He reached out a grubby hand and wrapped his fingers around one of her thin arms, tugging aggressively to turn her around to face him.
She spun easily, but the eyes that handed on him weren't pretty. Large and glowing yellow, with dark slitted pupils. The woman grinned, her mouth splitting wider than normal for such a small face, and rows upon rows of jagged, sharp teeth glinted in what little light there was.
They got the Geisha in top fishing shape, and Raijin nodded. "Perfect." He watched as she hopped down from him, and followed from a distance as well. He had to be within a certain range to use his spell, after all.
It wasn't long before he heard a familiar voice. Oh, right, he'd meant to circle back to this guy at some point. He walked over to a nearby tree, peeking around it as the man approached. Yep, it was the bush bandit. That same guy. Oh, right, he would have to call An-Chan some time soon! He reminded himself as he watched for a moment longer.
She was luring him to a less visible spot. He glanced down to the cat. It made sense that she knew what she was doing. She was a Nekomata, after all. Doug followed, blind to his impending fate, as the Geisha had already begun to shift her features. He almost clapped. Man, that was amazing. He didn't even wait for the scream stuck in the man's throat to echo out to act.
Drawing his sigil, the flung his weapon, which stuck in the ground at the man's feet. He only had a moment to look down at it in confusion before the Ronin appeared grasping the blade in a crackle of blue light.
WHOOSH! "AIIIEEEE-HNG! Four fingers flipped through the air as the short blade was swept up in a smooth motion, before a fist impacted heavily with the reeling man's face, sending him ass over teakettle. "Hah hah hah! Amazing! Leave this one alive... He frequents this place, and I plan to torment him further!" He stepped a finger into the soft ground and squished it aggressively. Wouldn't want them getting sewn back on! That was not how we learned lessons!
As soon as the Ronin launched into action, the Geisha vanished in a swirl of purple energy with a nefarious little giggle. Hiyori watched from the shadows, now in her cat-eared human form, waiting for the man to meet his end.
Only... he wouldn't?
After the punch connected and the man fell in an unconscious, bleeding blubbering mess, she stepped out herself. "Leave him alive to torment later?"
Blood-red eyes landed on his form, and she frowned. Her ears flattened and her tails flicked about angrily. She supposed, if she had to, leaving him maimed was enough for now. Now she felt silly for donning her human guise if it was going to be one knock-out punch and nothing more.
She squatted, poked at the bloodied man with a clawed finger, and huffed. "..Dasai.." Seemed like a waste of time to her, but she wouldn't question someone else's idea of fun right now.
Well... it wasn't like there still wasn't plenty of time to find someone else to take out her new, simmering aggression on. Her plan for a nap had been sidelined, and she was going to be hungry either way. Maybe it was time to wander off and find another target.
"Yes. This one has been saved from an easy death on another occasion by myself. I feel he is destined to suffer, and will deliver such a fate to him because of this." It was so nice to be able to express himself completely with language. He stood over the man, staring down for a long moment. He would be crippled, but he would live.
He had the distinct feeling this would not stop him from repeating his same pattern. Raijin would check up on him again in a week or so. Maybe a foot next time? It would be funny to see him hobbling around after women with half of a hand. He smirked at the thought, and turned to wander back toward the trail, finally catching sight of her new form. "Nani?!" He stared for a long moment before reaching out slowly to poke her.
"This is you, Neko-chan?" His eyes caught the two swishing tails, and he nodded. "I see. Your flesh can change as well!" He paused for a second... Something was off about her... what was it? Anyway, she was clearly disappointed.
"You wish to see other prey, Neko-Chan?" He finished cleaning his blade, and sheathed it slowly, looking over to her expectantly. A single drop of rain fell on his shoulder.
His finger met something, but it wasn't skin. Her eyes shifted over to him and she stood. She was small compared to him, but average height for a human woman back home. "Yes, and no. This is just one of many forms I choose to wear to blend in when I want."
She poked two pointed nails into her own cheeks as her face shifted slightly into a more cutesy, cherub version. "I can be whatever I wish to be."
Her ears perked and she looked back at him as her face shifted back into her original expression. Was that an offer, or a question? "Everyone I have fought in the last week has been booooring." By the time she heard about some interesting mutant causing chaos and got there, someone else had already shown up to stop it. Petty thieves and thugs only went so far in satisfying the natural urge to chase and catch.
A stray finger ended up underfoot, so she batted it around for a moment as drops of rain started to fall.
"... You should probably rescue your writings before the ink bleeds."
She explained further, and now that she pointed it out... it was readily apparent that her more human like form was not breathing. It did not have a pulse. It was like the Geisha, maybe. Unreal. "Useful." What could he say? She was 100% Nekomata.
She was also... Very much youthful. A child, in many ways. A monster in development. "I, too, live for the fights that are a challenge..." Another rain drop hit him. Annoying, though he didn't much mind getting wet.
And then she pointed out his writings, and his eye twitched. "@#$^." He suddenly turned and started full on sprinting through the park. "KSSUUUUUUU!" Those writings were hundreds of years old. His new spell had just dried! DAMNIT!
He ended up swooping in just in time as the rain picked up, gathering up papers frantically as he vowed to merc the weather man first chance he got.