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.
Rex propped the warehouse door open with a cinderblock, allowing a shaft of light to stretch over the gravel driveway leading to the building proper. He turned back inside the warehouse and crossed over to his preparations.
The warehouse was in the warehouse district. He'd done a favor for the owner a few years ago and as a result, was able to borrow part of the warehouse in the evenings if needed. Usually, this was where Rex came to practice new spells he'd been working on. All he had to do was move a few empty shelves and sweep the concrete floor and he ended up with a nice, barren workspace covering about the size of a basketball court.
He had a couple of metal folding chairs off to the side, near the door and he sat down on one of them. On a card table, he had a case of water bottles, a heavy duty fire blanket, jerky, trail mix, some outdoor chalk, and a small stack of books. Under the table were multiple sand bags and a fire extinguisher.
It was about mid evening and August should be arriving any minute, assuming he was going to show up on time. August had asked Rex to teach him his style of magic, and while Rex at first thought the man to be kidding, had agreed to teach him just that.
So Rex had a Bible on the table and another in his hand, which he opened up and began reading from as he waited for August to appear.
He was late, he was late!!! For a very important— well, not date, but date on the calendar! Running down the street, racing the clock, feeling terrible, with a piece of toast between his teeth.
It was not his fault. His family had called and — and that was a can of worms, with his mother, and— he didn’t even want to go into it-
And it was important. Way more important than family drama. Who cared if a cousin was getting married, and then cheated on— he was not going to talk about it or think about it. Extended family, not important even if his mother was really upset, but— he did not want to think about it. He was letting Rex down.
This was important to him. For his magic, as well as just because. And he’d goofed.
If only he had a long range teleport, but that was high level stuff. To try later. No rock dog, hell yeah. So he ran. After being dropped off by a very uncertain cabbie by the warehouse district.
Shifty place.
Why did he have toast?! It was closer to evening. Well. Snacks are important too, folks.
He ran and he ran and he cut corners and ran and— he got there, just a little bit late. He burst through the doors, into the warehouse, then doubled over, breathing hard.
“Sorry?” He gasped. “Family drama.” The toast was gone. He had eaten it all. Unbuttered. He was on a diet. “Feel terrible. Ran. Need to. Cough. Work on teleportation magic. At least a little step.” Ugh….
He stood up, and tried to make eye contact. Even if he did not want.
The sound of pounding feet on pavement and concrete aroused Rex's attention. He finished the passage he was on and then slid the Bible's ribbon between the pages to save his place before closing the book and setting it to the side.
August appeared, looking quite out of sorts. It was almost enough to make Rex chuckle.
"Glad you found the place," Rex said. He stood up and snagged a water bottle from the table before striding over to offer it to August with his left hand. His right hand was extended for a handshake. "Family. I get it," he grunted. As for teleportation magic? Rex might have some ideas.
"Take a minute to catch your breath," he said as he walked over to shut the door to the warehouse with a loud clang.
Heart rate, slowing. He brushed at his forehead with an arm. Then realized Rex had offered a hand shake, so he shook the hand with his other. Smiled apologetically for leaving him hanging.
August did take a moment to catch his breath, with another “thank you.” Then Rex shut the door with an ominous clang, and August looked around at the setup.
Folding chairs, a card table, big blanket, snacks and chalk… did some people use chalk in spells? Did Rex? There were fire extinguishers under the table, too. Lot of fire prevention gear. Hm.
Rex turned away from the door to survey the setup. The stark industrial lighting might not have fit most people's expectations for magical practice, but neither would Rex. This was the place where he had first really started learning how to use magic, under the guidance of Hercules.
The firefighter really hoped this wouldn't go as poorly.
He crossed the expanse of barren, carefully-swept concrete and made his way back toward August and the supplies. He didn't think most would be used, but he wanted to be ready for anything. His own proclivity toward fire magic meant a fire extinguisher was a requirement when trying out new techniques. Rex wasn't so sure if the same would be needed for August.
That's what they were here for.
"No time like the present to begin," he said abruptly, folding his arms across his flannel-covered chest. "Tell me what you know about your magic."
August got out his deck. The cards were “business cards,” with gold painted on in runic symbols on each card. Real gold. On the borders, around the edges, and in certain places. Could be used as real business cards, but they were heavier, and worth more than just paper.
“I use these as tools to store power so I don’t have to expend as much when I cast. Don’t have a ton. They use real gold, painted on, and I imbue them with magic. It’s a focus tool. Otherwise, I use hand gestures.”
He was not sure where and when he had discovered both methods. It must have been through experimentation, trial and error, because mystics had not had a library and pamphlets when he had first snapped.
“As for magic I can use… I use commands and suggestions, to get people to do things and move where I want them to move, I also have minor illusions. Think I may expand on illusions eventually… get something bigger. Not sure. Don’t have much in the ways of offense. I can give fake pain headaches. Useful.”
