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.
It had been a few weeks since his ‘I did this without all of you’ party at the mansion. Most of the teachers refused to go, the ones that went were just celebrating that Carrick was no longer his student. Meaning he had more time on his hands. Some of the mansion staff would argue too much time. A hand full of steaks wrapped in freezer paper lay at his side as he walked down the mansion halls remembering his time in the classes he did attend.
A guitar strapped to his back as he sang down the hallway making as much noise as possible in hopes to distract other mansion goers from the trivial monotony of the classrooms. It was a gift, even if the song was still in the process of being written. It was part of his method. ”Saw you late last night, from across the bar. I could tell on yer face he wasn’t getting very far, no. Ya look so bored, ya needed more, that’s when we decided ta hit the floor!” Carrick kicked his leg out for delivery as a few teachers shut the doors as he passed. It seemed even when he was graduated there was no escape from him.
”Ya usually have ta pay cover fer a performance like this one.” Carrick chuckled responding to a few of the doors slamming shut. ”No one appreciates art no more.” his tail flicked behind him as he proceeded the hallway.
The steaks were cold in his hand, he’d have to deliver them before the iceman found out they were stolen again. It was a good racket. It be hard to ever give this up. Good thing he never planned on moving, can’t beat free rent.
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It hadn't been all that long since he had show up at the mansion, but he settled in quickly. It was actually a bit weird to have so many mutants around him. Not that it should since his memories were about as straightforward as an egg in a blender. Lacking anything better or pressing then 'recovery' he was driving about on his modified scooter to hold his asymmetrical bulk when he heard what could marginally be described as singing. Art was subjective afterall. A very vibrant and chaotic Hawaiian shirt that almost hurt the eyes to look at draped over his frame. A pair of huge novelty sized sunglasses perched on his nose and only matching half of his face. When you had to pilfer the lost and found and live off donation you took what you could get.
He zoomed next to Carrick on his silent and obviously quite modified shopping scooter, refraining from the temptation to drive into the the other man's vulnerable kneecaps. "Is there some particular reason your interrupting their academic pursuits or are you just one of those people who gets off on being an annoying?" Delivered in utmost curiosity and reserving judgement for later. For all he knew Carricks powers were powered through people hating him. He had heard stranger things from the fellows at the school.
The shifter turned to the one who spoke and then covered his eyes for a second seeing the Hawaiian shirt and could only guess it was Hercules again. The last time he was singing in the hall his ex’s new beau chased him out of the hallway on behalf of a request from Lizzy. His ex and also a teacher here. (Carrick liked to make it awkward for all parties involved) ”**** that’s bright.” his gaze needed a moment to adjust almost dropping one of the steaks out of his hands.
”Fer someone who claims to have lived centuries ya don’t know style much, do ya?” moving his arm from his vision he looked up expecting to see the behemoth before him with a resting ***** face. Only to find someone else, someone shorter... wearing a very similar loud shirt. ”Oh, just a kid without style.” he had no room to talk. Unless it was flannel and jeans the princess picked out the clothes for him.
”Love the glasses though, had a pair just like ‘em.” knowing he left his pair in Zek’s stadium. He left things there often. Mainly because he liked to surprise his friend with new gags whenever he got a chance. While he couldn’t materialize things there it was fun to act that he could.
”Figured, I’d sing the students awake, or ta sleep. They were half way there anyways. It was a gift. Mine ta give.” Carrick mocked a bow, one that showed he had it down to perfection. It was a easier to practice it when you were dating royalty. The wings opened and closed behind him as he brandished his hand to take off an invisible hat. ”Do I need another reason?” Carrick asked smugly.
”Nice wheels... eh... wheels?” Carrick didn’t get a name nor was too concerned about getting one. ”I take it yer looking fer the elevator?” knowing it was further down the hall on both ends. ”Or were ya looking fer some speed bumps ta test out the ride?”