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.
Change seemed to be in the air all around New York these days. Big things of course had happened: Xavier’s mansion had been rebuilt, magic had been discovered, and equally important to all these things, Booker B. Bookman had given up his apartment. For many years Booker had shared that space with his sister, Nessa, but after she moved out to be with her girlfriend, Booker found himself in the cavernous space by himself. Sure, his own boyfriend, Javi, had been spending a lot of time there, but it wasn't the same. That was why when talk of moving in together occurred, Booker found himself making a decision he never thought he would – he would move in to someone else's space.
It wasn't that Javi had a bad place (who wouldn't want to live above New York's most amazing tailor shop run by the cutest tailor?), it was just that Booker was used to being the hero. He was used to people coming to him for help, for a place to stay, so when he moved in with Javi, it was an entire change to his world. And that wasn't a bad thing.
Move-in had been simple enough and now the two had been sharing the space for a bit now. There were a few bumps as they tried to get used to the living patterns of another, but it was quickly tempered by the addition of around-the-clock tailoring services and ukulele serenades. All in all…it was going well.
In this particular moment, however, Booker found himself having trouble standing still. Not because of annoyance or boredom, but because of excitement. Javier was having trouble with a costume and needed a model that would fill it out better than any of the mannequins Jack current had in his shop. Why go out and buy a jacked mannequin when Booker B. Bookman live in your house?
Standing patiently (save for a random and not annoyed tap of his foot) Booker hummed to himself as he eyes himself in the mirror across the way. The costume Javi made was interesting though the librarian was a little unsure what it was for. Given his boyfriend’s talent and growing popularity it could be for anything from a up and coming superhero to a neighborhood production of Mazes and Monsters: the Musical.
Looking down as Javi worked on him, Booker noticed the frill across the chest again and poked at it curiously. This only caused the fabric to wavering back towards his mouth and tickle his mustache. Sputtering, he waves the fabric away, looks in a disgruntled manner at the offensive frill. ”You sure they said they wanted the frill this high and not ‘please-never-use-mouth-invading-frill-fabric-ever’?” he asked innocently.
Javi had pins in his mouth, as he usually did when he was trying to size a new suit right. This one had considerable dimensions, which is why he recruited the help of Booker, who seemed more than happy to do it. It was always amusing. Between the two of them, Javi was the (reluctant) superhero-in-training, and yet his librarian boyfriend was the one who looked the part. More than.
>>”You sure they said they wanted the frill this high and not ‘please-never-use-mouth-invading-frill-fabric-ever’?”
Javi smirked, taking the pins out of his mouth to make some adjustments.
"I wish. This is for someone who... wishes to have a Shakespearean persona while doing superhero work. Their words, not mine." he chuckled, tugging on the frills somewhat. "Is that better?"
Booker didn’t mind standing still. Heck, a lot of the time at his job he had to stand still in order to give directions in the library or to stand at his desk and fill out forms for new library cards. Standing still was just a natural part of life that he was more than willing to participate in. But there was something about this, maybe it was the ostentatious outfit, maybe it was just the fact that the gauzy frill kept tickling his facial hair, in any case, he felt a slight fidget in his limbs that was hard to keep under control. But for Javi…he would try his best.
Another tickle to his cheek and Booker sighed and slapped away the frill that was trying to become one with his cheekbones. Gods it was annoying.
>> "I wish. This is for someone who... wishes to have a Shakespearean persona while doing superhero work. Their words, not mine…Is that better?"
Booker had to crack a smile at this. Shakespearean-themed superhero? He could only think of one person Javi was referring to. ”Oh no. The Bardsmith is back in town?” he asked with an amused chuckle. ”I thought he had skipped down after that Speedigram scandal?”
Note to self: not everyone should have access to make a FansOnly account! Especially when said person has access to far too tight pantaloons!
Clearing his throat, Booker smirked to his boyfriend and nodded. The frill was tugged down just enough so it would stop tickling his stubble. Already it was one hundred percent better. With a sigh of satisfaction, the librarian continued.
”Much better! I don’t feel like it’s trying to whisper sweet nothing into my chin hair.”
