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.
Sennyo: "Ghost" player of Raine, Noel, Jude, Kalos, AJ, and Spencer
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, and Rhia
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.
Andrew recognized his folly within a few moments of actually breaching the Mansion grounds. As he stood, taking in the magnificent old building and the finely landscaped land around it, he realized vaguely that he had absolutely no idea who it was he was supposed to speak to about an actual job. Sam's card had his name and address. but Andrew had been too distracted by everything going on to actually ask the question of who might oversee the hiring of new teachers. He chastised himself silently as he slowly walked forward, his brown eyes hidden behind sunglasses and the wind pulling at his curly brown-grey hair. He'd put on a clean suit and carried his resume, references, and immediate hiring materials in case things went well. He'd found his way to the Mansion with little difficulty. Everything was smooth and beautiful - but now he moved apprehensively, considering his next option.
He could simply go inside, walk around until he found his way to some administrative offices. Though a stranger wandering the halls was likely to get noticed and possibly not in the best way.
"Aren't you brilliant," he muttered aloud. "Has it been so long that you've completely forgotten the etiquette of finding a new job? Or are you simply so eager to help that manners and procedures be damned?" He hand tightened on his portfolio and he took a deep breath. "Perhaps I will come back later, after I've regained my senses."
Caught on the wind, bronzed wings stretched high above the mansion grounds flexing ever so slightly to keep him from flapping his wings. Something the Irishman took pride in, he groomed them frequently. They were a point of pride for Carrick and whenever he got a chance to show them off he did. Along with his tail, and his singing voice, and his guitar skills. Carrick just liked to be the center of attention.
When his mismatched colored eyes caught someone new walking up to the mansion entrance, he couldn’t help but feel the need to show off a little. Were they a parent? Did their kid owe them a favor or money? He didn’t know but figured he had time to investigate further. Biology was still going for another forty minutes at least.
Deciding not to scare the newcomer, he swooped low and off to the side, instead of shifting land however his wing seemed to be pulled by an invisible force because it didn’t do what it usually did. Carrick glided for a moment then turned quickly toward the old-timer waiting for his reaction. Carrick played it off as if it was exactly what he wanted to do. ”Here ta pick up yer kid? I might know ‘em. Who ya looking fer?” he flapped a few times and landed snapping his wings to his back.
Carrick smirked revealing elongated canines. His tail flicked behind him the way a cat’s does when it is about to pounce. ”I’m Carrie.” he offered giving a nickname just in case the stranger was there for a Carrick.
