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.
At first, few people noticed the blue/white portal that opened in the middle of Times Square. It wasn't quite as crowded as normal, due to the chaos of the proceeding morning. Many people elected to stay home or at whatever refuge they'd found the day before.
Then again, many others treated it like just another day in New York.
At any rate, a blip of light and the appearance of three unsually-clad individuals wasn't much of a change for the toughened souls who traversed the bright and still-busy Square. It was warm enough that their mixture of linens, leather, and metal garb didn't stand out too much and the people nearest to the trio just assumed it was was a new street art performance.
Then one said something pithy in a dialect nobody could understand and with a sudden rush of wind, leaped into the air, where wind currents began swirling and forming around him in a sudden whirlwind, his lone linen robes whirling around in a spectacular display.
A second member of the trie, a woman in a long white shift and an obsidian mask of a blank-faced person suddenly rushed forward at one of the crowd of onlookers who had started forming around the trio in anticipation of the art. The woman snatch at something in front of a man, and while at first it looked like a game of "got your nose!", the glowing purple orb she pulled out of the man's head was something else entirely. And it screamed in the minds of everyone nearby until the woman stuffed it into one of dozens of tiny figurines attached to a simple flaxen belt around her hips. The man collapsed immediately and she addressed the crowd with a very masculine voice, a perfect match for the scream everyone had heard.
"Bow before your new gods, and make ready yourselves for sacrifice!" Then she reached for the next onlooker.
That's when people began to scream.
And only then did the third portal person move. He took a kopesh sword from his waist and held it high in the air, where it suddenly grew to about ten times its size. Then he began swinging the oversized blade at the crowd.
It had been a hunch. As one of the city’s “basic” heroes, you know? The ones who are street level, lack an organization or a super team? He did not have the information web they did. He could not make the contacts they did. So, he set himself up in a highly busy and prominent location, under the expectation that after the heck that was yesterday, the bads would pull something stupid and flashy today. Somewhere public. Lo, and behold: stuff!
The black visor of Cheshire’s motorcycle helmet caught the sun as he stared down from where he was, attached to the side of a building directly above the giant sets of screens in Time’s Square. Above main sets of screens you always see. With various monitors, one above the other above the other. Waaaayyy up high. He could do that, cling to walls? His power. Part of it.
He hung there, and looked down on the square as portals opened. One big one, then more and more all over the area. At some point in-between the extra portals opening and the primary one’s appearance, bad guys had started hurting people down below. From his vantage, he could not have responded in time to save the initial victims. And he had also been busy.
Yeah, it’s stupid when superheroes have cell phones. Unsightly bulges and the ability for people to track you. Usually he did not keep one with him. But as bads had begun appearing, and he had pulled it out with a free hand, Cheshire had been glad to have packed one.
He dialed a SUPER. Surely, one call among dozens would not get singled out. He put on speaker phone, and cracked the visor so he could be audible. Then he began telling the people on the other end of the line what he saw.
Portals. Times Square. People dressed like out of The Mummy, attacking people. He said he thought he saw one of the local heroes in the area earlier, and hoped that idiot would pop in because he himself? Yeah, he felt in danger. What was his name? Holy shit that guy has a giant sword and he’s cutting a cat in half I gotta go!! Please send help soonest!
Elliott, AKA Cheshire, the green guy in the smiling motorbike helmet, hung up. Then, he began climbing down the building to engage.
