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.
There was finally a light of recognition in Zack's eyes as Gawain mentioned the green skin. Right. He might have been going around harassing mothers with kids, but probably not many of them were green, even in Central Park.
>> “Oh! Now I remember you! Yeah, you were one of the Emerald Visitors from the stars! How’ve ya been? You look good, you look good. Well, now you do. Honestly, the whole vulpine effect is so 1782. Crazy time, right? But what have you been up to? We should catch up!”
Right.
>>“Oh I’m not trying to recruit anyone. I just need them to show up so I can level up. Besides, there will be free food!”
"No one is showing up anywhere near those lunatics. Out."
>>“Also, why couldn’t I be around miners? You know how hard they work in those mines, digging away all day, already isolated from most of society? And now you want to exclude them even more from other people? Shame on you, Faux Fox! Shame!”
Gawain blinked, taking a moment to catch up to whatever messed-up side tracks the man's brain ran off on, then decided not to try to reason with him.
"Out." he repeated, pointing towards the front door "Do not come near the school again. If you don't go now, I'll throw you out. Or put you in time out in a whole other dimension. Go."
Zek smiled placatingly and held his mildly glittery hands up. “Okay okay, I get the hint. You don’t need to tell me twice,” he said in a not-extremely-convincing-tone. His smile stretched wider. It didn’t really matter that Reynard Vixen was wanting him gone - the damage had already been done. Zek had already managed to pass out and hang up about two hundred or so fliers, having hit up most of the hallways where he thought classes and dorm rooms were.
So he didn’t mind humoring the Fox Man Who Was A Green Mom even if the threats were a little funny. Keep him out? Yeah right! What kind of door or wall could stand in his way? He found slipping them into pocket dimensions only to be expelled later to be much more convenient that pulling handles or turning knobs anyways.
Because Zek was definitely coming back. Sam still had all those steaks!
He started moving toward the indicated door, his hands still up, when words suddenly registered. He whipped around. “Wait, you guys have a dimensional prison too? That’s so cool! Now why didn’t My Little Sammy ever tell me about that? Icepatch should know that I’d wanna see that!” Well now Zek wasn’t wanting to leave anymore!
>>“Okay okay, I get the hint. You don’t need to tell me twice,”
Obviously, he did. Because Zack was still not moving in a convincing manner towards the exit. Gawain leveled a glare at him.
>>“Wait, you guys have a dimensional prison too? That’s so cool! Now why didn’t My Little Sammy ever tell me about that? Icepatch should know that I’d wanna see that!”
Gawain opened his mouth for a final-final warning (damn, he was gonna suck at parenting a toddler), but then blinked insted.
Zek’s eyes lit up and he grinned the grinniest grin you could conceive. “You know Samsicle Frostypants? Hey, small world!” Then the grin vanished and he clutched his non-existent pearls. “Oh no, does this mean he’s never told you about me? Oh that stinker! I thought Imeant more to him than that!” He stared off forlornly.
But only for a second. Then the grinny-grin-grin was back. “Aw, I can’t stay mad at him. He’s just so dang cute, especially when he gets that vein to pop out on his forehead and he delivers that death glare….why, I get shivers every time!” Because usually at that point, all the air conditioning around Senor Slushie was working overtime. Thankfully Zek always had his trench coat on though, so the shivers never turned into hypothermia or anything.
“But yeah, we go way back,” Zek said with a flick of his wrist as he started pacing around Foxy MamaPadre. “We met at a bar. I was hunting a bounty, he called the police on me, we totally made out, but I guess he had some unresolved feelings because he threw me out.” He smiled wistfully. “And then there was that whole zombie apocalypse where he and I teamed up with Pink Floyd to save the day.”
Then Zek stopped pacing and smiled at Fox Fox Revolution. “So how do you know the snowball?”
The mention of Sam's name threw a wrench into the already clunky machine. Once again, they were not moving towards the door. Bother.
>>“You know Samsicle Frostypants? Hey, small world!... Oh no, does this mean he’s never told you about me? Oh that stinker! I thought Imeant more to him than that!”
Indeed Sam had not mentioned Zack. Then again, Gawain had not seen him around for a few days. Maybe he was trying to drink the encounter away?...
>>“Aw, I can’t stay mad at him. He’s just so dang cute, especially when he gets that vein to pop out on his forehead and he delivers that death glare….why, I get shivers every time!”
Gawain pinched the bridge of his nose.
"How are you still alive?..."
>>“But yeah, we go way back. We met at a bar. I was hunting a bounty, he called the police on me, we totally made out, but I guess he had some unresolved feelings because he threw me out. And then there was that whole zombie apocalypse where he and I teamed up with Pink Floyd to save the day.”
"Uh... huh." He was just making sh*t up now.
>>“So how do you know the snowball?”
"He's the boss around here." Gawain sighed. "Doesn't matter. You're leaving. Go."
Fox-Bad-News seemed to have some after-effects from turning into a fox person. He kept pinching his nose for some reason. Zek only spared a moment to sympathize for the misfortune the MomDad had for not being Zek. What a sad existence.
”How are you still alive?”
“Clean living and vegetables,” Zek said promptly. Pizza was a vegetable, right? Right up there with onion rings and chili dogs. Also, he supposed he had life insurance from his bouncer gig. So he’d probably be guaranteed to be alive at least until he left his job.
And then he learned more about Sam-Sam! “Oh he’s the boss? I didn’t know that! He never mentioned it! And neither did Birdcat!” Zek shook his head and snapped his fingers. “Well this is gonna be fun.” Ideas and schemes began to fill his pretty little head.
“But I’ll talk to Cole Slaw about that later,” he said, oblivious to everything else Nosepincher said as he dropped a scarlet light behind him, falling backwards into the giant bean bag chair that had suddenly appeared there. He pulled a paddle with a ball attached to it via string from within his coat and began paddling it. “So tell me more about this prison dimension you guys have. Do the prisoners get their own uniforms?”
>>“Oh he’s the boss? I didn’t know that! He never mentioned it! And neither did Birdcat!”
Birdcat. ... Just how many people exactly did this lunatic know in the Mansion?
They were still going nowhere fast. Instead, a beanbag was summoned randomly, and Zack plopped down on it.
>>“So tell me more about this prison dimension you guys have. Do the prisoners get their own uniforms?”
Gawain gave up with a sigh.
"You know what? Sure."
He moved between Zack and the wall, touching his shoulder with one hand, and the nearest mirror with the other. They merged into the reflection, entering the mirrorworld together. Gawain stepped out a moment later, leaving Zack inside the mirror.
Zek’s eyes shone as Mister Vixen dragged him on a field trip. “That’s so cool, do you guys make the uniforms yourself or do the whoaaaaa!”
They were so not in Kansas anymore! Or the mansion! “Duuuuude….!” Zek breathed as he stared at the space he was now in. He whipped his head around but Faux Fox was back on the other side of the mirror. “This is so awesome! I’ve never been in one of these kind of dimensions before. Do you have one in every mirror, or just this one? Do you have any prisoners in here right now?”
As he babble, Zek threw a light at his beanbag chair and
it bounced off the mirror and winked out. Ohhhhh, a one-way mirror. That made sense. “Ohhhhh, a one-way mirror. That made sense.”
Zek smiled. This was perfect!
He taped up a couple of fliers on the inside of the mirror, but backwards (from his view) so they’d be plainly seen from the outside and then took out a couple cans of spray paint and began spraying the walls of the mirrored world, deciding to paint a silver saucer with green stick-figure Emerald Emissaries all around it. “Yo, Soylent Not-So-Green,” he yelled, “When I’m done, d’ya think you can leave this painting here for whatever prisoner you stick in here? I get double recruitment points if I can proselytize criminals and redeem them.”
