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
Special Asset Carrick reporting.... do I have to? (Ranger)
Everything ached, shifting took a lot out of him. Even when he did it willingly. At most he was limited to a few a day. Hopefully this meant he didn’t have to deal with his beast form any time soon. Once it was let out it remained quite for a while. Maybe this was a good excuse to carry his hang over till tomorrow.
His clothes lay tattered around him, bits of fur covered the ground and all he could manage was, ”****” he couldn’t finish his thoughts. Still trying to catch his breath and adjust to the darkness Carrick caught a can to the head. Luckily his hand broke the can’s fall. ”****” this one was more deliberate.
Laying naked on the floor he looked up to the ceiling where his cat like vision could make out a hole from something getting thrown through and then another hole next to it. ”****” he sighed again and finally managed to crack the beer hoping it wasn’t actually piss.
There were some suds from the impact but they were choked down all the same. ”I think I won.” he managed before placing the cold beer to his ribs that were still sore from the beating. ”Might be ****ing blood fer a bit, but didn’t kill anyone.” Carrick let out a sigh then started chuckling.”This might be good fer me.”
Carrick was of course talking about the training, not the piss. ”This is the piss? What do they drink? Malt liquor?” still never seeing an armadillo in person but not knowing enough to argue what their piss tastes like.
Ranger opened and drank his own beer while Carrick swore several times. ”Y’re supposed t’ use y’r hands t’ catch things. Y’r face lacks thumbs. Well, mine does.”
Carrick declared that he had one. Ranger chuckled, ”I wadn’t worried about y’ killin’ anyone. I’m the only one here an’ y’ couldn’t even put a scratch on me.” Ranger was very aware he’d have bruises the next day, but Carrick didn’t need to know that. ”Partial credit. I’ll call it a draw. Next time, don’t get hit. Don’t shift.”
”Dunno. Never seen an armadillo drink. Puddles on the highway?” Ranger shrugged, took another pull of his beer then said, ”We might need another room. This one looks like a zoo ran through.”
”Tired. Shifts are tiring, at that ta the five minute round we went fer...” the shifter still trying to catch his breath listened for a moment to the Texan’s breathing. It didn’t seem to be much different than it was earlier. Carrick smirked, ”Nah, looks like one ta me.”
”Hard ta control. Hard ta think right.” he sipped his drink worried that he was going to start requesting Armadillo Piss. ”Not always my say. Sometimes beasty just takes over. Most of the time I can fight ‘em off. Bar fights are a lot easier... allegedly.” it was also easier dealing with beasty when the Irishman had someone who could handle beasty. Zek and Amythest were both pretty skilled at this. In their own way. Carrick added Hunt to the list.
”Makes me feel a bit better about training then. Got it. Maybe give me a bigger room maybe some windows. Really good at not getting hit then.” the shifter preferred the open sky, it also give him a chance to show off his ‘disappearing act’ ”This is nothing, I can call the other guy out if ya want it ta look like a zoo in here.” he sipped his drink still laying naked on the floor. He was joking but also offering.
His tail flicked lazily, ”Crazy someone brought a tiger in ‘ere from the zoo though. I mean, just not safe. We were almost killed! Then! It drank all the pints.” Carrick lied all to well getting his backstory. ”Take it someone spilt some drink on the camera system too, eh? So hard ta keep things safe these days. Everything is soooo sensitive.” He’d deny shifting if it meant him having to pay for everything.
”We might use a bigger room f’r some future trainin’. F’r trainin’ where y’r dodgin’ I din’t want y’ able t’ fly too much. Maybe sometime when we’re sparin’ we’ll do it somewhere more open.” Ranger said before taking a pull of his beer, ”Maybe that time I’ll move faster.” Carrick was squishy. Ranger’s power may have boosted his strength but not by much compared to his limits. Moving faster would likely work better in training.
”If the other guy’s got some FOMO an’ wants me t’ put him down too. Sure. Bring him out.”
Ranger stepped toward the door, drained the rest of his beer and tossed it to a trash can as he opened the door. ”Let’s find another room.” The can hit the rim and bounced onto the floor. ”Oh no, that footage is f’r post-game analysis. We’ll watch it later an’ y’ can tell me where y’ effed up.”
Training at a later date, perfect! That meant the shifter had some time to sleep and work off this... was it just a hangover that was bugging him now or was it the beating he just got? The Irishman stretched an arm and let out a tired yawn while the Texan headed to the door. Carrick’s shoulder clicked and he looked at it for a second then didn’t think anything of it. He was immortal after all.
Mike suggested finding another room. That was fine. When he slammed the beer and tossed it in the trash can the shifter slammed his and attempted the same and missed sending it flying a little further than he wanted. ”Be right with ya.” Carrick was polite and didn't’ want to leave a mess... anymore of a mess.
After tossing the can away properly (and grabbing another can) Carrick caught up to Mike ignoring the fact that his clothes were no longer on his body. He was naked. It was one of the downsides to turning into a mythical creature. Sometimes the clothes didn’t make it. This was one of those times. The beer can hung low to cover his wedding tackle only to show off whenever Carrick took a sip.
”Da said it was when I was born.” Carrick offered, ”Personally I think it was when I shifted and mauled that guy who was insulting me girlfriend.” it wasn’t exactly how things went but it didn’t matter anymore, he was here now because of it. ”Also could have been when I showed up this morning. Wouldn’t have gotten the beatin’”
”Already told ya, he isn’t much of a fighter. Me and beasty are the ones that get inta it.” it was clear the shifter thought of all his forms as separate entities. It was delusional as well but it was Carrick.
”Only thing that footage is gonna show is that I can take a punch.” he said confidently. ”So why we looking fer another room now?” Carrick asked waving to a passerby as if everything was normal and he wasn’t naked, drinking and covered in a few bruises and some dried blood. His sunglasses perfected the look.
