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.
Will nodded at Quin's comments and questions on his place of employment, a grin breaking out on his face at her apparent excitement. "Yeah. Board games. I've been workin' there years and I still can't name them all. Place gets a little crowded some nights, always some kind of event happening -- or sometimes people just feel like board games instead of bar hopping." A brief shadow of the earlier grimace crossed Will's face as he mentioned the bar, the banished thoughts threatening to rear their head, but he shook it off just as fast.
As Quin lamented about her favorite study spot being overrun with people flocking there from social media, Will spoke up again. "So, can't promise it'll always have an open table." Will admitted, giving a little shrug as though to apologize, "But if you're doin' your studying earlier in the day, it's pretty quiet." Will tried to keep himself on the early shifts as often as he could, avoiding the crush of people and noise that came with dozens of excited, overly caffeinated people playing games that they only half-understood, all talking at once and over each other.
The sun that had caused the day to be an oven continued to sink in the sky, dimming for a brief second as a wisp of a cloud passed in front of it, drawing attention to elongating shadows cast by the trees and buildings.
”So yeah, I guess I’ll see you around.”
"Riight." Will said, the word stretching out ever so slightly as he hesitated. "Ah... Hey. Y'mind if I give you my number?" He asked Quin before the two of them could part ways. "Could save you from tryin' to cash in on a free drink just to miss me that way, y'know?" Will said, trying to give at least some pretense for the reasoning.
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”I can totally get that sometimes.” Quin said to Will’s point about the cafe being busy sometimes. There was really no place in the world like New York City to hit the club or bar scene, but sometimes it was just…a lot.
”Sometimes you want to be able to talk to someone without screaming, and it honestly sounds really fun to just meet up with people and play games. Anyone can just check them out and use them?”
As for when she studied, Quin shrugged, ”It depends, I’ve also got an internship with Senator Lànyi so my schedule fluctuates a bit depending on what she needs during the week. If I can, I like to study during the day though, my attention span tends to wane at night.” unless she couldn’t sleep, but Quin wasn’t productive then, she just sat or laid staring mindlessly at her phone or the TV until it was time to get up.
Speaking of phones, Will asked if he could give her his number to make sure she didn’t miss him at the cafe and Quin had to smile, ”That would be a shame.” she said, reaching into the pocket of her running shorts to grab her phone. Unlocking the screen, she held it out towards Will. The better to avoid typos.
”Don’t take off with it, I could probably catch you tonight.”
At Quin's question about the games Will gave a little hand waggle, indicating that there a bit more to it than that. "Yeah, mostly. I mean, y'can't check 'em out like a library book and take them home... And there's a table fee." He gave her a conspiratorial grin, as though sharing something confidential, his voice dropping to a stage whisper. "But, it's kind of an open secret to wave it for someone's first time there."
Quin spoke about her preferences in studying; mornings, or at least not the night, but that was complicated sometimes as she was interning with a senator. Will nodded along politely... though, admittedly, the name of the senator was entirely unfamiliar to the man.
After his offer to give his number, he was a little surprised to find her phone being pressed into his hands, and it took him a half-second to react, almost dropping the phone from slack fingers before he instinctively caught it. Enhanced senses at least came in handy for reaction times for when something started falling from inattentive fingers.
"Yeah, no kidding you could. My legs are like noodles right about now." Will joked back at Quin's quip about running off with her phone.
Will fumbled through the phone interface, swiping through screens and then back again to find the place to add his phone number, the interface of the phone as familiar as his own (or any other smartphone, lets face it), but the icons all in the 'wrong' places. After finding the app, he tapped his thumbs against the screen, punching in his phone number and adding his name 'Will'. Hesitating, he added an entry for the last name as well, 'Coffee'. Sure, it wasn't technically accurate, but it was enough to help differentiate him if Quin came back to the entry a week or two later. Probably.
"Annnd, there y'go." Will said, passing Quin's phone back to her.
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Quin nodded as Will explained how checking games out worked at the cafe. It made sense that you couldn’t just walk out with the property of the shop. A table fee made sense too, but did complicate just chilling out there to study a bit. Quin would have to wait and see
Will seemed shocked when Quin handed him her phone and she had to giggle a little as he juggled the device. ”Nice hands.” she said as he finally managed to security and start trying to input his number.
It really would have been more polite for Quin to have opened the contacts app she realized as she stood there, but it was too late now and it looked like Will had figured things out.
He also did not seem confident in his ability to out run her either and the smile faded a bit from Quin’s face, ”You going to be able to get home okay?” she said as he handed her phone back.
”Are you training for a race or something?” she asked, turning her phone around to see that he’d saved his last name as ‘coffee’. Cute.
Will snorted out a small, embarrassed laugh as she commented on his less-than-nimble hands when he'd nearly dropped the phone. Imagine if he'd broken it. That would that have been awkward.
Trying to push past all that, he nodded at Quin with a smile as she asked him if he'd be alright getting back home. "Yeah," Will answered, sounding sure about that, at least, "Might not be sprinting anywhere, but I can still put one foot in front of the other. Plus, MetroCard." Will added, trying to reassure her that, no, he wasn't quite as bad at taking care of himself as it might have seemed. "And there's always Ryde if I'm really ragged."
Though, between the sinking sun and the stiffness starting to creep into his legs from standing around after being so mean to the muscles that kept him upright, it probably was about time to be making his way out of Central Park.
”Are you training for a race or something?”
"Nah, not anything like that." Will admitted, lifting one leg and then the other as he spoke, making sure his legs hadn't locked up too much after his run. Evidently satisfied, he continued, "Just made a habit of running at some point, and now it's hard to sleep at the end of the day if I don't get my steps in."
All the best lies contained some kind of truth, after all.
"Just wanted to get two laps done as quick as I could to get outta the sun, which, in retrospect..." He grinned sheepishly at Quin and shrugged, letting it go unsaid that it was obviously less than a stellar idea that he'd had.
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Will insisted he’d be alright getting home and even had a couple of back-ups if worse came to worse. That was probably a good thing.
It was also starting to get legitimately dark and Quin’s apartment was on the other side of the park. Central Park wasn’t the worst place to be at night, but things did happen sometimes off in the trees. Better to be at home and watching TV.
Will wasn’t running at a breakneck pace to train for anything after all, but simply to sleep. Quin could get that, maybe he had trouble sleeping too. It was easier when you were absolutely exhausted, and Will’s state was a direct result of trying to do too much too fast.
”Well, good.” Quin said, nodding and looking up at the ever darkening sky once more.
”Well, I’ve still got to cross the park to get home.” she said, ”But it was nice to meet you, Will Coffee, even considering the circumstances.” she added with a grin before turning to start making her way down the path that would take her home. ”See you around.”
Will gave a little 'snrrk' of laughter at the emphasis of his chosen pseudonym as Quin threw it back at him, matching her grin with one of his own.
"Yeah, yeah" He said through the bit of laughter, "I promise I'll be able to stand upright next time I see ya." He countered, raising a hand in a wave goodbye as Quin turned and started making her way through the park. Watching her for a few seconds as she walked away, he shook himself out of his daze and tried to wipe the grin off his face.
Maybe the sun hadn't been out to get him after all.
It was still awful out though, and the siren call of air conditioning and a cold drink the size of his head was almost as loud as the city around him. With a grunt of effort to get his stiff legs moving again, he peered up at the vanishing sun, trying to remember his east from west and make sure he set out from the park in the right direction.
Course (more or less) plotted, he cut through the trees and across the grass in a stiff legged gait, taking a beeline path to make his own way home.