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.
Her eyes had gazed over in the first part of the journey since her mind was still lingering on the crisp morning air of the roof. When they approached the gates, however, she jolted back to the present. They passed through various measures of security unhindered, clearly the taxi had unquestionable access to the labs. When Hunter had described his headquarters as labs Nox hadn’t been aware they would be so fortified, it would take a small army to break into here she silently mused as the car pulled up by a door. Its wasn’t distinguishable, just an outline against a plain cement wall, there wasn’t even a handle of any sort. But that fine line between cement and the reinforced metal would allow her to enter which she imagined as a different world. A different stage in her life. She stepped out and took a few steps to ensure she hadn’t missed any hidden mechanism for opening the door, there was nothing so she turned just in time to see the taxi pulling away. I’m here, but how do I open a door with no handle? She walked over and placed her palm against the cold reinforced titanium, she pushed, it didn’t budge. Not surprising really. Little did she know that a small hidden camera was watching her, for there was no way inside without permission. The guard on duty, however, had been informed about Nox’ arrival, let her in, and so the doors opened with a slight hiss after a short pause. Though the sudden opening of the doors took her by surprise she showed no reaction. She stepped inside.
She stepped into a cold sterile world, whiteness, she was surrounded by the barren whiteness that all institutions seemed to favour. As she began to walk down the long corridor, for there was no other option, she heard the hiss that indicated the doors had shut once more, had shut the outside world out. She continued walking, not like she had any other options, the only sound being that of her echoing footsteps.
Eventually, after what seemed to her as an age of wandering the identical corridor, she came to larger room. A metallic staircase on one side of the room gave access to the other levels of this clearly vast establishment, while several other corridors sprouted from the room. She suspected the entire building was connected through a vast network of identical, sterile corridors. Where do I go? Shortly, a man in a lab coat scuttled past, but upon seeing her motionless in the centre of the room came over. “Where are you trying to get to? The canteen, the grounds, any of the training rooms?” Evidently she wasn’t the only one who found the endless corridor a bit daunting. She paused for a moment – where did she want to go? Her mind made the decision quickly, “The training room”, he thought for a second before heading off down one of the corridors as he called over his shoulder “Weapons practise, right? Follow me.” And so she did, his rushed manner indicated that naturally there was some task he would prefer to be doing than showing her round, yet he didn’t seem hostile, as if this was a normal occurrence.
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Shogun was in his traditional kimono, but his new sword was strapped across his back, and his new armour was in a case with wheels that allowed him to move it easily. He made his way through the twisting passageway, making a mental map of the labs as he went along. He had a rough idea of where the training rooms were, and so continued walking. He made out a new personality, someone that he hadn't encountered before. Not only that, but she was completely different from anything he had ever seen. She seemed to be headed for the training rooms as well, and being lead by one of Antonescu's men. He could tell when someone had worked for Antonescu, they had his shroud follow them. It was interesting, as it was different form them, yet a part of them. What was more interesting was that the girl didn't have any of his shroud. She must be a visitor, or a new employee. He guessed that Antonescu was a man who didn't enjoy visitors, so she must be another new employee.
But her persona, it was, strange. He couldn't put words to it. Not so much that what she had was strange, but rather, what she lacked. Compassion. Kindness. Love. None of this was something even remotely familiar to her. Very interesting. Shogun picked up his pace, and soon caught up with her and her guide. "You a new accomplice of Antonescu?"
The warrior came up along side her, if it hadn’t been for the sword hung across his back she would have still known him for what he was; when you are fighter, a true fighter, there is something in the way in which you do everything that sets you apart, a sort of awareness. He had this. What naturally held her attention most was the blindfold he wore; there were no way he could see through that. He can’t see. Yet obviously he could, she was intrigued, her mind instantly associated him with a bat – something that was blind, yet could still see obstacles. She refrained, however, from asking the obvious question, concluding that there were bound to be out of the ordinary people here. Instead she listened to his question. An accomplice of Antonescu? Well presuming Antonescu was Huunter’s second name, then yes she presumed she was. So she replied “Yes, I suppose I am. And yourself?”.
They had approached a series of doors, clearly their destination, and so her guide scuttled off to finish his business from which she had taken him from. Nox didn’t pause but chose the door opposite to her and walked inside.