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.
"Oh, he made a bunch of prophesies way back when. Sometimes I just get flashes of myself opening a book and where I'll find the passage I need. Beats me how it works... maybe it's some sort of weird 'dead prophet's club' that gives me my visions and wants recognition somehow." She shrugged. "Whatever. These are relevent somehow. I guess we'll find out how when it happens."
Katrina was on her way back from practicing oboe and illusions. It hadn’t been going particularly well, so she was in somewhat of a bad mood. That could have been low blood sugar though. She stopped by the canteen on the way to the library for a study session and picked up a ham sandwich.
She opened the door to the library and was not surprised to see Calley. She waved hello to him with her sandwich as she walked over. She was surprised, however, to see another girl her age there. She hadn’t seen other children her age at Mondragon Labs before this, but it was entirely possible that they could have never bumped into each other before. After all, the labs were very big and Katrina spent a lot of time in the library and the music conservatory, both places that children usually didn’t go to. Until today.
“Sorry if I’m interrupting, may I join you? I’m Katrina by the way.” She held out her hand to the new girl. It would be interesting to talk to someone her own age. Maybe she would even join her and Calley’s little school, and they could all study together. So far, no one else had joined them in their efforts to educate themselves. It seemed that many mutants thought they knew everything they needed to know already.
Sarah smiled and shook Katrina's hand, then pointed to an apple and a small bottle of orange juice she'd pulled out of her purse a few minutes before. "Those are for you. You don't want to get shakey after all. I'm Sarah." She studied the girl for a second. "You came from the mansion, didn't you?"
The orange juice and apple did look really good. They would go nicely with her sandwich. It was nice of the girl, Sarah, to share her lunch with someone she had just met. Was she really that shaky though? She hadn't thought so, but practicing oboe and illusions on an empty stomach probably hadn't been the best idea ever.
"Thank you," she responded as she accepted the beverage and fruit and plopped down on the floor next to the low coffee table to devour her lunch.
"You came from the mansion, didn't you?" Sarah asked.
It seems like people always want to know where we're from. Doesn't it matter more where we are now? Katrina finished chewing her bite of sandwich, swallowed, then answered, "I guess you could say that. I was only there for about twelve hours though. I don't really consider myself to from there. I've spent more time with the resistance, so I feel more like I'm from the resistance. Or you could say I'm from Virginia, that's were I was before." That's where her family was, and that was where she considered her home to be.
"I thought I'd seen you somewhere," Sarah said simply, closing the book up now that it wasn't needed. "Yeah... that was bad timing. Still, I can't wait to get back there. Much more comfortable place to be. And it's going to look even better once they fix it up again."
She looked at Katrina curiously for a second, got a flash of a sad look on her face, but recovered very quickly from it.
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Calley took Kat’s entrance as a stunning opportunity to gulp down sandwich number three in the minimum number of maximally sized bites. Chew chew chew chew swallow, and he was ready to rejoin the conversation, with a happy nod of agreement. “The Mansion is definitely comfy, when it’s not getting destroyed. And that only happens what—once, twice a year?”
That may not be the most reassuring joke.
...It wasn’t a joke.
“How did your practice go?” He asked Kat, meaning both the oboe and the illusions. Almost of their own accord, his hands had taken up the encyclopedia from the desk, and his eyes were quite clearly following the lines on the page. It wouldn’t stop him from holding a conversation, though. This was a practice Katrina would be quite used to: Slate had dismissed this conversation as nothing of immediate concern, so he was reading while Calley paid attention to it. Multitasking at its finest! And they did have something rather important to be looking up. Slate flipped out of the poisonous frogs, into the poisonous snakes.
Sarah shrugged. "So? It makes remodeling easier when someone else knocks the wall down for you," she said, seeming completely serious as she stood up to go put the book away.
"I thought I'd seen you somewhere," Sarah said simply, closing the book, "Yeah... that was bad timing. Still, I can't wait to get back there. Much more comfortable place to be. And it's going to look even better once they fix it up again."
Comfortable, sure. Just when you get comfortable you find yourself sleeping under the bed instead of on it to hide from cops. I'll take safety over comfort any day. And Mondragon Labs was plenty comfortable. Had she tried one of those arm chairs next to the fireplace?
Calley confirmed that the mansion was not exactly safe. He might have sounded like he was exagerating, but if the mansion had gotten destroyed even one other time, wasn't that a bit much for one building? Perhaps the school should be more of a secret- hidden in some way.
"So?" Sarah had answered uncaringly, "It makes remodeling easier when someone else knocks the wall down for you."
Katrina was beginning to think that this Sarah girl was a bit odd. Even more odd than other individuals who had split personalities and held conversations while reading books. It seemed like she really didn't care about the school getting destroyed and she liked to interupt. Katrina hadn't even gotten a chance to answer Calley's question.
"Practicing was fine, although I should have eaten first. I got a bit lightheaded afterwards. I'm making progress, but I still have a lot of work to do before I'm ready to perform in front of people." She meant that about both types of practicing.
To Sarah she asked, "You were at the mansion, since you said you want to go back there. Were you there when it was attacked? How did you get to the Labs? Are there other students around? I've never run into any of them before today. I thought all the students got captured and were sent home to their parents with shiny new bracelets to keep track of them."
Sarah frowned slightly. "I don't know where everyone else is... I wish I did. I've seen a familiar face here and there, but no one I really know." She frowned, thinking for a second. "And I couldn't tell what was about to happen to most of the people there... I can only look into the future of people I know, at least without being around the person. And that day I was busy staying one step ahead of the people raiding the mansion. Most of the people I knew are either hiding or locked up in that camp." Her face fell for the first time thinking about that place. She'd known for weeks what would be going on to her close friends, and even acquaintances, who'd been sent there. That was precisely the reason she'd been holed up in her room, only taking breaks to sleep and get food, trying to make out a more definite, or at least useful, map of the future, or at the very least the parts that overlapped with her life. She'd come to a few conclusions.
First of all, her oldest brother would make it back, find out what happened, and start doing everything he could to get everyone out of the camp. Daria would do the same. Johnny might show up and might not... that was uncertain, but not exactly consequential.
Second, Mike had about fifty/fifty chance of pulling off a raid on that camp that he lead on his own. But when you factored in getting some sort of information, or even help, from the labs, his chances improved greatly.
Third, most of the people at the labs, she wouldn't trust any farther than she could throw them. So the sooner Mike found out where she was, the better the chances were of her getting out of here.
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...Sarah’s Mansion-go-Boom joke was even worse than his had been. Calley was a little impressed, and a little unsettled. Did the girl really care that little about her own safety? Calley had rather liked the Mansion for its people, but he had to admit, Mondragon Labs was a lot better for security. The Sanctuary wasn’t so hot in either regard, but it was fun. His own apartment really beat all of them, hands down, though. It was just too bad there wasn’t a place like that that was bigger. A friendly apartment-school with good security. Bonus points if it was plotting against Hunter. Really, everyone should plot against Hunter: it was an exciting pass-time. A lot like cliff-diving without an ocean.
“...And that day I was busy staying one step ahead of the people raiding the mansion. Most of the people I knew are either hiding or locked up in that camp.” Ah, there it was! Self-preservation. Calley could definitely appreciate a little self-preservation. That was also a good hobby.
He stretched, then slid off his comfy chair to sit cross-legged on the floor. Slate had found what he wanted, so the encyclopedia went back to the table, and Slate went to the back of their mind to secret their new idea in the chaotic tangle of the clutter. A few days ago, they’d figured out they could do more than just copy forms: they could create them, by mixing and matching various helpful bits. This didn’t have any big impact upon their spying potential, but there was another area they thought it might be quite useful for. It wasn’t something to be thinking about in the Labs, though: it was something to think about when they were fairly confident than any telepaths that happened to be around wouldn’t be on Hunter’s payroll.
Calley started to pick up the trail of sandwich ingredients left in the thieving Sushi’s wake. Cat: 1. Calley: 0. He hoped the queen enjoyed her pilfered turkey. Pilfered food always tasted better than normal food, he happened to know.
“A lot of people that a lot of people know are in the camps,” he said simply, to both the girls, “that’s sort of why we’re here, isn’t it? We’ll get them back again. No problem.” He filled his voice with reassuring confidence. It was only a problem, after all, if you actually cared.
"If you can tell the future, why didn't you warn everyone at the mansion that they were going to be attacked? They could have gone into hiding or something. Or is everything predetirmined and you can't do anything to change it?" That could explain why she is so cynical, if she believes she can't do anything to change the future.
"I don't know anyone in the camps, really. I still don't think it is right though." She would do anything in her power to get the law changed, even if it was small. She couldn't fight, but she could do other things. Maybe she could even help convince a senator to change his vote.
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Calley pointed at Sarah with a tomato slice he'd just picked up. It flopped in her general direction in a not-unfriendly manner. "After two months, all you're doing is looking up Nostradamus. I hear other people are training, and planning, and such-like. Me 'n' Kat are keeping up with our studies and stuff, because we can't really fight, but we can prove to everybody that a little blown up school isn't going to stop us from learning."
Sarah gave him a sweet smile that was difficult to tell if it was sarcastic or not. "After two months, you hadn't even met me, so you don't know what all I've been doing," she said.
Everything Sarah did had a reason, after all. Everything.
"So did you have a reason for not telling people that the mansion was going to get attacked?" Katrina couldn't believe that anyone would let their friends and classmates go to a concentration camp when they could have done something to prevent it. Except that Sarah was not anyone, she was someone, and there were a lot of someones that were perfectlly fine with all the mutants locked up in the camps.
What could she have been doing for two months that was so important? And what brought her to the library today?